The warehouse lot was poorly lit, with only three of its lampposts working.

Glass,
stones and other debris crunched underfoot as Cammy White skirted the edges of the
lot, avoiding the few cones of light. Off in the distance, the golden glow of the
city of Berlin lit the horizon. Cammy glanced at the slip of paper to make sure the
numbers matched. She knew she had the right place as she got closer to the
building. The low pulse of bass beats reached even this far.

Over the last few months, there had been an increasing number of rapes involving a
new kind of organic designer drug. It didn't rob the victim of their will so much
as rewrite it, making them crave sex like a nymphomaniac. The effects only lasted a
few hours. Unfortunately for some, it caused permanent mental damage. One of the
lab technicians sadly discovered this fact when she was accidentally exposed to the
sample Interpol had obtained.

Cammy could feel the pulsing beat of music coming from inside the building as she
moved silently along the grafitti covered wall. Definitely an underground club, she
thought to herself. She reached out and grabbed the rusty iron ladder that led up
to the roof. Most of the rungs had corroded badly, but there were enough handholds
for her to make her way up to the top. The blonde scaled the roof's edge, dusting
her hands as she approached one of the skylight windows. A glance down into the
building revealed multi-colored strobelights, smoke from a fog machine, a series of
large speakers pounding out German Heavy Metal music, and a huge orgy in the dance
area.

Her eyes widened as she gazed through the dusty window down at the wanton
bacchanalia. The sweaty, half-clothed and naked bodies copulated furiously, groping
and grinding like animals. The strobing lights gave the scene a surreal flickering
quality, as if she were watching a lewd slideshow. The thudding bass of the music
drowned out almost all sound from the club below, but the moans and grunts of the
patrons filtered through between beats. Moving amongst the human shapes were large,
misshapen... things. They were giant man-like creatures with a hideous and bestial
cast to their faces. Cammy's blood went cold as she saw them wading into the crowd
and violating the all-too-willing women with their prodigious penises, as well as
fingers which stretched out into sinuous phallic tentacles.

She turned her eyes away from the scene and suddenly felt incredibly exposed in her
olive green singlet, red boots, and matching hard knuckled gloves. Her hand went to
the belt of grenades at her waist. She had been expecting to discover a club where
the drug was being sold, maybe quickly and quietly bust a dealer or two that she
could sweat for info on the stuff. But nothing like this...

"Hmm, what do we have here?" asked a sultry and mildly amused voice.

"Interloper..." said a deep gruff voice that sounded like two stones being ground
together.

"Obviously," the first voice retorted sarcastically. "Stick to making the girls
cum, it's what you're good at."

Cammy looked up. Approaching from the other side of the roof was a blonde woman
wearing an obscene parody of a military uniform. It consisted of a black and red
leather outfit that left nearly her entire torso naked for all to see. A red
peaked cap perched atop her head and a golden gorget stamped with the word MISTRESS
hung about her neck. She regarded Cammy with mild amusement through her monocle.
Crouching next to her was a hulk of a creature, with mottled grey and black skin,
hoofed feet, three fingered hands, a pig-like face, and a penis as thick around as
Cammy's bicep and nearly as long as her arm!

Cammy instantly struck a defensive stance and reached for a flashblang. She had to
get away, NOW. Coming here alone was risky, but her lead wasn't strong enough for
the Captian to give her a squad to raid the place. Her finger hooked the pin of the
grenade...

"Drop it." the blonde woman said, taking a step forward, her big creamy tits
jiggling with her every motion.

The grenade clattered to the roof top with its pin still in place. Cammy looked at
her open palm, the fingers splayed wide. "What...?" she asked. It was as though
her hand had moved on its own, dropping the grenade as the mystery woman had told
her. She gripped one of the tear gas canisters and--

"Take off your belt and toss it away," the woman commanded.

Cammy felt herself unbuckle the belt and throw it aside. It clattered across the
roof and came to rest several paces away. Cammy's clear blue eyes were wide with
shock as she stared at her extended arm.

"What-- what the hell are you!?" she demanded the other woman.

"Mistress D, happy to accept your service," Mistress D said with a theatrical bow.
She turned to the pig man standing next to her, "Bring her inside."

"Yes Mistress...." the beast creature snorted and took a step towards Cammy. She
dropped into a fighting stance and began to edge towards her grenade belt.

"Get on your knees," Mistress D said calmly. "And don't struggle or try to escape."

In an instant, Cammy felt the rough gravel of the roof scrape against her knees as
she fell on them with a thump. No, not again, she thought, unable to even struggle
to get back to her feet. It was as if her entire body had a will of its own and
she was trapped inside it. Even Bison's control over her wasn't total!

The grotesque pig-man clomped over to her and lifted Cammy like she weighed nothing
and turned to follow Mistress D back inside the warehouse through the roof access
door. The smell of sex hit Cammy like a punch in the face as they descended the
steps into the building. The heady, musky scent was so thick it was almost
choking!

"Who-- who are you people?" Cammy gasped, her eyes watering.

"Hmm?" Mistress D looked back. "Oh, we don't have a name. Names are for evil
corporations and secret societies, like in the cinema. Far too mundane for causes
with true purpose, don't you think?"

The blonde only glared at the nearly naked woman as they made it down to the main
floor of the ware house. The orgy she had viewed from above was still going strong
and Cammy's blue eyes locked onto one of the girls they passed. She was young,
maybe not even twenty yet, with green eyes and dark brown hair. She had been
dressed in a purple minidress at one point, judging by the shreded remain of her
clothes as she knelt on all fours while a young man of similar age knelt behind
her, plunging his dick into her again and again.

"YES, FUCK ME!!! FUCK ME HARD!!!!" she screamed, her pussy spraying juices with the
mans every inward motion. Her tongue hung from her lips as she panted like some
animal, "Ahhh, yesssss I love this, I love it!!! Guther, Eva is a very slutty
girl... She needs your cock all the time...." she grunted as her body shook with
pleasure.
Cammy managed to look away and tried to block out the sounds of men and women
moaning in pleasure even as her own juices began to flow. How long had it been
since she had been with a man? Cammy couldn't even begin to count the months.

The blonde Mistress and creature carried Cammy into a walled off area with an empty
desk and a couple of chairs. The red clad woman sat down on the edge of the desk
casually and the beast man unceremoniously dumped Cammy into one of the chairs.
Before she could even try to move, Mistress D said, "Stay seated."

Cammy couldn't move. "What have you done to me?" she asked.

"Oh, it's nothing, just a little gift I have." said Mistress D as she crossed her
legs and eyed Cammy's curvy body, "Now, tell me who you are, and why you're here."

"My name is Cammy White, I am an Agent of Interpol, assigned to investigate the

recent emergance of a new Date Rape drug appearing all over the world. My
investigation turned up a lead that brought me here." Cammy answered. She then
snapped her mouth shut and shook her head, making her twin braids whip from side to
side. "How.."

"Be silent."

Cammy felt as though her vocal cords had been suddenly cut.

Mistress D reached for her belt, Cammy saw a small celluar phone clipped there.
The blonde dialed a number with her thumb and placed the speaker to her ear.

"Mother," Mistress D said, "I'm fine, thanks, but we have a bit of a," She looked
at Cammy, "A minor problem."

Bitch, Cammy thought, Seriously, calling your mommy when you find out interpol is
on to you? If it wasn't for the fact this woman had some strange kind of control
over her, she'd tell her just how pathetic she thought she was.

"Just a moment mother," Mistress D said, pulling the phone away from her ear and
looking down at Cammy. "Masturbate." she told her.

Instantly Cammy found herself pulling the crotch of her leotard aside, exposing her
already dripping cunt. Cammy felt herself blushing with shame as she pushed two of
her fingers inside herself and began sliding them back and forth in just the way
she did when she masturbated willingly! She moaned and leaned back in her seat,
spreading her legs wider and working her digits faster.