Here it is, the long-awaited sequel series to Invasion of the Pussy Snatchers. I know my fans have waited far too long for this release and I only hope the final product lives up to their high expectations. The format of this series begins with this introduction and is followed by three main acts/chapters before it concludes with a final story tying each part together. I'm attempting something new this time by releasing interludes between the main chapters which feature short stories set in this same universe. I'm using these interludes to tell different kinds of stories unrelated to the main plot that serve as teasers to help keep readers sated in between the infrequent postings of the longer-form chapters. So look forward to those!
DISCLAIMER:
This story may not be for everyone. It contains the following sexual scenarios: lesbian sex, heterosexual sex, machine sex, cunnilingis, tribadism, penetration, group sex, anal sex, fellatio, mind control, age-gap/mature sex, some scenes of violence/gore, light nonconsent/reluctance and more. If you are offended by any of these subjects, I suggest you stop reading now as this story clearly isn't for you.
Now without further ado, I am happy to present:
War of the Pussy Snatchers: Introduction
532nd Day After Contact
Setting: A secret laboratory located within the state formerly known as North Carolina
Natalie carried her clipboard clutched tightly against her chest with a black-ink pen tucked safely between the metal clip and the firm wooden backing. She held in her opposite hand a digital voice recorder which hovered near Natalie's lips as she walked by the holding cells and observed her test subjects. The attractive brunette scientist wore a long white lab coat over her black tank top and leggings which preserved her modesty despite the opening of her coat revealing the merest glimpse of a deep cleavage between her breasts. The outfit revealed little of Natalie's figure but an observant snoop could extrapolate the dimensions of a fantastic body beneath the professional wear. The severe bun holding Natalie's hair pinned back above her scalp and her large thick glasses did an admirable job of making Natalie look the part of one of the foremost researchers and biogeneticists in the entire world but nevertheless did little to distract from the beauty that nearly rivaled her genius.
Natalie's black military-style boots clopped loudly upon the cement floor as she trod determinedly down the dimly lit hallway. Solid sound-proof windows and doors prevented the lab rats from hearing her stomping along and the mirrored glass had also been built double-sided so only viewers from the hallway side were able to see through it. Natalie peered through the nearest window to spy upon the first of this afternoon's unsuspecting test subjects written on her checklist. Natalie spoke directly into her recorder with her typically unemotional, analytical tone after pressing down on the button with the little red dot:
"Our first observation for this afternoon Thursday, October the 13th is Subject 23, formerly named Greta Park. I operated on Subject 23 four days ago and while she still exhibits signs of biological contamination the aberrant brain activity has decreased dramatically in the days following the surgery. 23 unfortunately has had to be restrained since Monday after she clawed at the walls until her fingernails filed down to the cuticles and turned raw and bloody. Subject always faces a northerly direction, the ramifications of which will require additional investigation into this potential significance. Overall, I have deemed the operation largely unsuccessful in terms of both removing the foreign agent modifying 23's behavior and of ensuring the subject's long term health and recovery."
Natalie frowned when she saw Greta doing that thing again, hurting herself by beating her forehead repeatedly against the north wall. Since being restrained in her straightjacket the constant knock-knocking of Greta's dome against the hard tiled surface was the only form of self-abuse left to her. She had been pretty once, a blonde middle-aged beauty. But now the side of Greta's head visible to Natalie had been shaved and the large scar leftover from the brain surgery still looked barely healed. Her expression looked distraught as if she experienced constant overwhelming pain. Greta's mind still seemed to receive some kind of signal from the others like her but following the operation upon her cerebral cortex she could no longer transmit communications back to them.
When Natalie performed the first dissections upon living Soulless she quickly learned of the anomalies within them. Following a hunch about their captive's unnaturally heightened sexual activity Natalie opened up their wombs first. Natalie was fascinated to discover a small growth inside their reproductive organs roughly the size of a pea and similar in appearance to a large flower's seedpod. These growths were usually attached to the women's uteruses though occasionally Natalie found them attached to the women's rectums instead. All Natalie's attempts to surgically remove this foreign intruder resulted in the patient's death. Their demises were terrible, shrieking affairs that haunted Natalie dreams for weeks afterward. Instead of excising the source of the peculiar toxin these alien women had named their Essence, Natalie shifted her focus toward removing the portions of the brain affected by this incredible and incredibly dangerous substance.