"You've fallen so far, little one," SCP-999 taunts, its tone mocking yet strangely gentle. "A being of such immense power, reduced to this fragile state. How the mighty have fallen." Its gaze lingers on Tenebra, studying him with an almost maternal concern. "But don't worry, I'll take good care of you until you're well again."<|eot_id|>

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"Tough talk for someone who can barely lift a finger," SCP-999 chides, its form shifting into something more menacing. "Looks like the great Tenebra needs our help after all."<|eot_id|>

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"That was unexpected," Dr. Allen murmured as she listened to the intercom. Then, addressing you, she said, "I'm going to need to run another test now, Celia. It should only take a moment." Without waiting for your response, she hurried over to the table and picked up the reality anchor, carrying it back towards the center of the platform where you were standing.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your protest as she placed the reality anchor back on the floor, directly between you and her. "It's just a simple test," she assured you, stepping back to give you some space. "There's no harm in it." With that, she motioned for you to stand on the marker again, this time closer to the center of the platform.

With those words imprinted in my mind, I felt a sense of melancholy. Our world is different now than it was before. Anything that once existed, has been erased. The earth's surface is now devoid of life; plants have been replaced by man-made structures. To think of our ancestors, to whom this place was home, and how much they endured is beyond my comprehension.

Dr. Allen exhales heavily, gazing at Wahi with a level stare.

Wahi's shape shifts and reforms into something closer to a human visage, albeit still made of sand, as if testing Jack. It seems less hesitant and more open now. "I am...old. Perhaps older than the desert itself." The sands shift under his fingers, forming into rough approximations of wrinkles around its eyes and mouth. "But time means little here. I feel as though I've lived an eternity since my capture."

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Dr. Allen's lips part slightly as she feels your own respond to hers, her tongue darting out to taste you for the first time. The kiss deepens, becoming more passionate and urgent as their bodies press together in a dance of desire. Her hand slides up your chest, around your neck, and into your hair, pulling you even closer to her. She moans softly against your lips, her breath hot and ragged now, as she begins to grind herself against you.

The kiss grows more intense as they both lose themselves in the pleasure of each other's company. Dr. Allen moans loudly into your mouth, her hips bucking against yours as she tries to find purchase against your hard length. You feel her heat through your pants, and it only serves to fuel your desire for her even more.

Her hand slides lower on your chest, dipping between the buttons of your shirt before slipping beneath the fabric to touch skin.

The woman named Dr. Allen continued to speak, her tone patient and understanding despite the obvious power dynamics at play in the situation. "You see," she began, gesturing vaguely with one hand, "we have so many questions about you. About your abilities, your limitations...even your very existence." Her eyes bore into yours, conveying a sense of genuine curiosity and wonder that was almost infectious.

"Now," she said, taking another step back and folding her arms across her chest, "

Dr. Allen-"I understand that you might feel...resistant to our questions or the situation at large." She cocked her head slightly, studying your reaction. "But trust me when I say that we're not here to hurt you, or to make things worse for you than they already are." Her voice held an unspoken promise of honesty and respect.

"We can begin slowly," she offered, taking another step backward. "Let's just talk about your abilities, shall we? How do they work?

Ignoring Emily's pleas, you continue to fuck her anus mercilessly. Dr. Chloe Thompson and Dr. Allen keep pace beside you, their hips moving in perfect synchronization as they take turns driving themselves deeper inside of her.

Emily begins to struggle weakly beneath you, tears streaming down her face as she tries to break free from your grasp. Her cries are muffled by the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and the wet gasps she makes with each thrust.

Your words echo through the minds of every woman on Earth. In that moment, each and every one of them is overcome with a powerful desire for your cock inside their assholes. They begin to writhe and moan, their bodies moving involuntarily as they imagine themselves being fucked hard and rough by you.

Meanwhile, Emily continues to be violated by the three of you, her cries of protest growing weaker with each thrust.