Editor's Note: this submission contains raceplay and racial kink content.
***Author's note: Warning, this story contains strong themes of racism, discrimination, and sexual enslavement. This is purely a work of fiction. I do not support racism, discrimination, or sexual violence. Reader discretion advised.***
Chapter 1: The Gossamer
Barnabus Morley straightened his safari hat and squared himself against the metal railing. His feet shuffled on the metal slatted catwalk, squeaking slightly. He ran a hand along the polished wood of his electric rifle. With a finger, he rubbed away a speck of dirt. "Right-o." he said cheerily as the lifted his weapon, looking down the sights. He scanned the field below. The hanger he was in used to house blimps, but it had been converted to a nature reserve in recent years. Instead of a cement floor, the ground several stories beneath his perch was covered in grass and trees. Above, the ceiling had been modified to support hundreds of large skylights, letting in a plethora of early afternoon sun.
"Let 'em out!" Barnabus's mustache shook vigorously as he shouted, gripping his electric rifle with stark anticipation. There was a loud sound of a switch being thrown, followed by a strong electric buzzing. From below, scraping of metal signaled the cages being opened.
"Ha ha!" Barnabus let out a cheery laugh as the figures began making a mad dash across the artificial savannah. As he cocked his rifle a high pitched electric whine filled the air and his hairs stood on end. He peered down the sights, watching as the naked black woman scrambled away. "Got you..." he whispered as he pulled down on the trigger. The rifle made a whirring sound and a bolt of blue energy shot from his gun, streaking across the field and impacting the woman square in the back. The electricity coursed over her body and she screamed in pain as she fell over.
Shortly her screams changed, from pain to ecstasy, as the electricity activated her implant surged dopamine throughout her body. Barnabus smiled, then jumped, cursing himself for letting her distract him. He cocked his rifle again, and let out another shot, downing another running ebony woman. Again. Again. Again. Finally, Barnabus's next shot missed, and he let out a curse as the ball of blue electricity whizzed over the shoulder of a running woman as she ducked behind a tree.
"Five hits," a voice from behind Barnabus called. He turned. It was Rexus, his close friend, and the caretaker of this facility. "Not bad," Rexus continued. "Personally my record is twelve, but that came with a great deal of practice."
Barnabus let out a jovial laugh. "Rex, my old friend! I was beginning to think I wouldn't find you here today! Your assistant let me up to have a bit of a go. Hope you don't mind." Barnabus gestured to the field below, where moans of pleasure were still rising.
"Not at all, not at all Barny." Rexus replied, clasping Barnabus on the arm. "Nice piece," he said, admiring Barnabus's electric rifle.
"Modified it myself," Barnabus beamed. "Used to be my father's back in the war."
"A fine piece of work. If you'd like, I can show you my collection," Rexus said.
"I might take you up on that; but not today! Today I come bearing gifts!" Barnabus reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a slim silver box the size of a checkbook. "Newest version there is." Barnabus said, a gleam in his eyes. "Not even on the market yet." He handed the case over to Rexus.
Rexus gingerly opened the case as if it were the most delicate thing in the world. A cheeky grin crept over his face. "My my Barny, you have outdone yourself this time. Four new variants? How did you find the time?"
"Ahh, not the TIME, Rex, the MONEY. I've tripled my workforce with the revenue I've brought in with the pre-orders already. After the demonstration last year, I have more orders than I know what to do with! With all those research teams punching away on their computers, it was easy enough to have my new visions brought to life quicker than ever." Barnabus leaned on his rifle, a cocky tone in his voice.
"Well well Brany, I am impressed. Why don't you come with me and I'll show you what I have been working on. I know how you think Barny, and I do say... by the name of this alone... I think I have just the thing." Rexus smiled as he plucked one of the small digital chips from its casing and held it up, waving it at Barnabus. There was a jet black label on it, and in bright silver cursive writing, the words 'Silky Midnight' were drawn lavishly.
The two men embraced each other, and walked off the catwalk, arms over each other's shoulders.
"The new lab is on the 93rd story," Rexus said casually as the express elevator shot upwards, carrying Rexus and Barnabus quickly out of the hanger and above the sprawling metropolis below. Soon the hanger at the base of the building looked like barely a breadbox as the glass elevator shot skywards. "Now that construction is done, work has been going swimmingly. Shall I show you the gestation room first?" Rexus inquired, gesturing as the elevator came to a stop.
As the doors opened a soft female voice chimed "93rd floor, experimental breeding facility 6."
Barnabus nodded eagerly and Rexus swept proudly into the white reception room. "Afternoon Jenette," Rexus called cheerily to the secretary.
"Hello Sir! They are ready for you in room one-ten."
Rexus inclined his head to the blonde secretary as he ushered Barnabus deeper into the interior of the building. "Here we are," he said after a few minutes of winding through corridors. "After you," Rexus said with a smile, pushing the door to Room 110 open with a smile.
Barnabus stepped inside. It took a moment for his eyes to adjust. The halls were white and brightly lit. This room was much darker. It was painted black and the only light came from a dim orange light high on the wall. Rexus stepped in behind him, closing the door. The room was long and thin, extending away from the doorway. Covering the walls on each side of the room were large tanks. Glittering panels of lights were placed in front of each tank.
At Rexus's coaxing, Barnabus stepped up to the first tank on the left. The tank was dark, and being a man of the silicon world, Barnabus's eyes were first drawn not to the tank but the display. The display read: "SUBJECT: GOSSOMER. STRAIN: 1264. PRIMARY MARKER GENES: 64 = Y. 112 = Y. 34 = N. 110 = Y. 42 = N. ARTIFICIAL AGE: 8 MONTHS. GROWTH TIME: 8 DAYS."
"What do you think?" Came Rexus's voice.
"Naming them now are we?" Barnabus said, gesturing to the word GOSSOMER. "Just the special ones." Said Rexus. "Can you tell what's special about this one?"