day 16:... Empty like a drum
#12 of Project: perfection
Oh the joys of gainful employment. I just got my PDA back and found my wallpaper has been locked into a picture of Chris's fine ass. Kross brought it back, saying he found it on the floor, but only maintenance chiefs and assistant chiefs of the same level can access company computers and devices unhindered then change settings and passwords. There's a folder in my PDA, filled with pictures, video, and a text file, none of which I can open at all. It's frustrating not knowing what's in my PDA and not being able to find out. It's like when we switched to Mozilla Thunderbird to save money and have a customizable program.
Oh hell, my screen saver is his cock swinging around. Where the hell did they get this and the picture of his ass, I never used my PDA's camera for either of these. What's Chris thinking?... Aw fuck, I know what he's thinking... He's thinking whatever double trouble want him to think. This worries me deeply... I hope they don't hurt Chris... He- I- we-... I can't find words for how he to me and what he means to me... I didn't realize how hollow, angry, vicious, and uncaring I had become until we came back from camping. I went to the restroom and got a good look at myself in a mirror... I jumped because I didn't recognize the fox staring back at me. The change in me was profound, I'm not the person I was before and I'm not sure if I can be that person, but I never want to find out if I can go back to being as hollow as a drum.
Huffffffff...
I've had little luck with the lab rats, any real progress was made when Ryker and Necross were hypnotizing the rats to dance and flip around. Necross offered the idea of him and Ryker just enthrall the subject and all the B6 staff, but the research data from the servers and Kross telling me the testing machines were fine when we tested subject 01459-E shows that the subject has taken everything we've thrown at him and turned it against us. We... No... I made a monster and I did it show up those bastards in school... to show I could be just as powerful as them... I held all my grudges, all my pain for revenge... My gods, I've been using my abilities to do what they did to others... I've become just like them... I need to fix this... I need to fix all of it.
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The subject has two abilities, atronachism, which allows people to absorb mana but not produce any of their own and he seems to have the ability to absorb a lot of mana at once, and eidetic memory, which allows one to remember and recall a great deal, which means, if he can distinguish manas and methods, he can mirror any mana based attack we can throw at him. So, Necross and Ryker shouldn't use any of their hypnosis powers or subject will use it against them and if the two sides clash, who knows what could happen. They are protected from the otter because they aren't affected by any of the methods we use, but how would they fair against their own attacks, not as well as they think with the otter's ability to absorb mana, he could drain them. It seems that if the queen is distracted by physical stimuli, the thralls feel and act in conjunction with what is happening to the host. I've tried pain, but even though the thralls are hurt by the queen's pain they are still able to organize and attack the source of the pain. So a different stimulus will be needed to distract both the thralls and the queen.
Kross was talking about sending mana as a shock wave like signal of energy to get everyone. I'll have to run it by Ryker and Necross to get it approved.... those two seem glued at the hip sometimes...
Who's there? Oh, Chris! I've been so worried I'm-... why are you naked... Chris are you oka- Ahhhhh! Put me down! Shit, ow! Chris don't slam me on this table, why are you hurting me?! Ah! My pants! My underwear! GASP! N-no stop li-liicking my tail hole! Dear Lord! Let me go and pull your tongue out Chris. Listen to me! Ahhhh hahhh hahhh! Chriiiiisss!
Oof! Chris what are you doing, why are you flipping me ov- Holy hell, heaven, and all in between! It's too much chriiiiisss. Pull out, pull out! I can't take it all at once! Ahhhh! Ahhhh! Ooooohhhhhhh fuck! Chriiiiissss, it hurts! Please stop! Too deeeeeeeeeeeep! Too haaaaaarrd! Uuuunnngg!
Pleeeaaaase, ooooooh! Ooooooooooooooh more! Fuck me harder! Yes, yes, oh fuck yes! Pound my thick, furry, fox rump! Yes, yes, that's it! Ride me hard and heavy you sexy stallion! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck! Yes, hilt me, bury your whole bone in me! Ahhhhhhh! Oh, oh, oh, oooooooooooh, aaahhhhhhh! Yes, cum in me fill me with your hot seed as I shoot my load eeeeeeverywhere! Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck yeeeessss! Yeeeeessss! Yeeeeeeeeessss. Yeeeeessss. Yeeesssssssssssss...
Murf. Why are you tu-.... Mmmmmm, yes, rub it like that... I love when you rub my belly like that.... Ahhhhhh! Why did you pull out? Where are you going?.......... Don't leave.....
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Dr. Mitchell J. Straton