Chapter 6: Supplemental #2
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Sitting in her jet, Angela was thankful for the chance to get some quiet and let her mind focus on her new problems. It had been a few weeks since her trip to London and her two days of almost non-stop threesomes with Emily and Lena, and she was glad for the break. When she'd arrived back at the Overwatch base, she'd found Amélie and Hana still using the molded toy she'd made for them, Amélie holding Hana who was curled back into the former assassin, dildo lodged in Hana's ass.
Angela had managed to get some work done, but a report from a contact in Oasis had left her shaken, and more determined than ever. Having packed and set off for the desert city, the good doctor was ready to enact a plan that she knew, deep in her heart and soul, she'd better execute perfectly, or she'd end up with more problems than she wanted.
Dr. Angela Ziegler HEZG Supplemental
December 1, 2077
There has been a lot happen since my last entry. Let me see if I can recall all of it or if my mental state has been broken down by this thing between my legs. I fear I'm losing myself to the constant lust, even though it has been short of two months since the experiments human trial.
After returning from London, I followed up on Subjects Alpha and Beta. Alpha's lust for my penis had ebbed slightly, having not gotten her fix in a few weeks. I'm hopeful that by starving her of what she genuinely wants, she'll be cured of the lust. I never intended to make lust driven slaves out of my penis, driven only by their desires to have my semen on a constant basis. If this secondary experiment becomes a success, then I will have a way to break Hana and Am élie of their own lusts and return them to the duties they are neglecting because of me.
Subject Beta, having no previous ingestion of my semen, was cleared and returned to duty. She comes occasionally for a check up and examination, and we keep things professional now. Something I should have done in the past, but again—I was driven to these extremes by my own futile testing.
Whoever finds these logs after my time on this earth is over, please understand that what you're about to hear is dark and, for me, out of character. I apologize now if the next few minutes ruin your perception of me as a doctor, as a medical professional, or as a human being. I can only hope that you'll understand and forgive me for the coming moments.
I'm currently in my jet, recording this log on my way to Oasis. A contact in the city, who shall remain nameless and anonymous for his own safety, informed me that he saw former colleague and Overwatch scientist—and I use that term extremely loosely—Moira O'Deorain. I knew she was working out of the city, having become one of it's Science Ministers in recent times since Talon went underground. I did not expect to be able to find her so easily.
I am going to make her suffer for what she's done to my friends and family. Her hand in Am élie becoming Widowmaker, her manipulation of Gabriel Reyes into the Reaper, betraying Overwatch, working for Talon, her unethical moral and scientific codes and methods. I…am not proud of the plan I am going to enact. I'm going to ambush her in her own office. Give her what she deserves. It will be the most villainous act I can ever imagine myself doing, and…I'm sorry if you think less of me.
I am going to show Moira just what happens when you let Science reveal the truth about yourself. She deserves what's coming to her, and I apologize to anyone that finds these recordings. Perhaps someday I can reconcile what I'm about to do with myself, but it isn't today. I'll be in Oasis in four hours. Moira is at a conference all evening, so my plan with be enacted tomorrow. May God have mercy on me for what evils I am about to engage in.
Perhaps after this day, I'll disappear. Change my name, leave Am élie and Hana to recover from cum lust, and…change my name, appearance, whatever. Retreat to my father's cabin in the forests near Eichenwalde. This is me going too far, breaking all promises I made as a doctor. Never harm, only heal. What am I about to do is the ultimate form of pain to any person, man or woman. Perhaps some day I can forgive myself. But…it will not be easy.
I'm sorry. This log has gone too long. If you find these, destroy them. Or turn them in to the authorities and send them looking for me. That is your choice. Just like this is mine…however wrong it may end up being.
Angela shut the recording off, setting the tablet back into her bag and sighing. She laid back on the bench, covering her face and shaking as she realized just what she was about to do.
"Heaven help me and God forgive me," Angela whispered. "I am sorry for the vile sins I'm about to enact, and after this…being the "Angel of Mercy" doesn't seem a fitting title. Angela, you are about to become the thing you hate the most." She sat up and wiped her eyes, her resolve starting to crack. "No. I have to do this. I'll take whatever punishments are set out for me later. Moira deserves to pay."