I navigated one of the fly cameras inside the bunker. Thanks to the blueprints I had captured earlier, I knew exactly where to guide the camera. There were a lot of ventillation ducts, all of them way too small for a human to crawl through, but more then big enough for something that was the size and shape of a housefly.
I love fly cameras. Houseflies are common in all parts of the world. Hardly anybody thinks twice when they see a fly on a a wall. The most they do is swat it. We lose a lot of cameras that way, but it's a lot better then losing people.
We perfected the fly camera only a few years ago. Before that, my job was a lot harder. I would have had to sneak into that bunker, which would have almost certainly gotten me detected and captured. I've been captured before. It's not fun, especally when you're a woman... Don't get me wrong: If I had to, I could probably sneak in there and get back out alive, but I consider the fly cameras to be much more expendable then I am.
There are times where entering a building or bunker is still necessery, especally if an object needs to be retrieved. This time however I was glad that this was a photographing only mission. That bunker has very small rooms and few places to hide.
I finished photographing the inside of the bunker and brought the fly camera back. Mission success. A quick and easy mission at that. It was time to head back to headquarters, and back to Zana.
When I first met Zana, she wasn't called Zana. They had called her "Fuckdoll". As soon as I found out about her history, I agreed to take care of her. I can relate to what she went through on a very personal level...
Zana's a weird one. I've had her reprogrammed a few times to try to make her more normal, but it's just not how she's wired. All three of the girls have hyperactive sex drives, but Zana is the worst of the three. She'd walk around all day with a butt plug and dildo stuffed inside her if I allowed it. She would also cut or burn herself if I allowed it... She still injures herself when I'm not around, she's just gotten better at hiding it.
When I got back to headquarters, I almost ran to Zana's quarters. I was back earlier then she expected me, and I wanted to catch her in the act of doing whatever she was doing to herself. I knew from viewing footage recorded by the hidden cameras set up in her quarters that she would probably either be sticking needles into her genitals, or cutting herself in hard to notice areas. Little did I know however, what awaited me when I opened that door...
I saw Zana lying on the floor. Several wires ran from her buttocks and vagina to what looked like an electrical device that she had built. It was shocking her. I quickly unplugged the device and just stood there, close to horrified. Zana sat up and looked at me.
"You're home early." she said.
I said nothing as I ripped the wires off of her. She had made electrodes out of aluminum foil. They were taped to her buttocks, and stuffed inside her vagina. I could see my hands shaking as I removed the electrodes.
"What's wrong? I wasn't hurting myself! I don't have any burns!" she said.
I ignored her and removed the last of her improvised electrodes. I then sat down on the couch and closed my eyes.
A few years ago, I had been captured on a recon mission that went awry. My captors had some creative ideas when it came to torture. Their favorite method involved electricity. They forced me to orgasm repeatedly using electro stimulation. One of these sessions usually lasted hours, and I would be forced to cum over and over. The first few climaxes were okay, but eventually I would tire out and they would jack up the electricity and force my body to have another orgasm.
Around this time they'd question me, and when I refused to answer, I was hit with another jolt which resulted in another forced orgasm. If I passed out, they'd either shock me with a cattle prod or throw some cold water on me to wake me up. The forced orgasms would then continue until I eventually became incoherant, then they'd drag me back to the cell and wait for me to recover a bit before starting again. I endured over two months of electro torture before the agency finally located and rescued me...
I opened my eyes and looked at Zana.
"What am I going to do with you?" I asked.
"Um, spank me and tell me that I've been bad?" she said with a freakishly cheerful grin on her face.
I shook my head. "No. No, Zana. Just... Please don't play with electricity. You could kill yourself." I said.
"The only way I could kill myself is if I was stupid enough to create a circuit across my heart, or come into contact with the earth ground, and I didn't do that. The carpet isolates me from ground and none of the electrodes were near my heart." she replied.
I was too mentally tired to argue. She came up to me and started to fondle my breasts.
"No! Zana I'm not in the mood. If you need to get off, go and get out one of your sex toys and have fun." I said.
The truth is that I'm never in the mood to have sex with Zana. I'm not even really a lesbien. I just have sex with her once in awhile so that she'll stay sane. Zana's bisexual though. Guy or girl, it makes no difference to her. If I don't keep her satisfied, her frustration will build up to the point where she'll try to sneak out of headquarters and find someone to have sex with. Reprogramming has no affect on this behavior. The only thing that would have an effect is brain surgery, and there's no way I'd have her go through that.
To my surprise, Zana gave me a converned look and sat down next to me.
"I'm perfectly fine. I have no burns, so what's wrong? I've never seen you this upset before." she said.
I hesitated for a moment, then decided that in this case honesty would be the best policy:
"Zana, a few years ago, I was captured and tortured with electricity... It was very humiliating for me."
The look on her face changed from concern, to a mix of curiousity and excitement. "Ooh! What'd they use on you? TENS unit? Van de Graff generator? Car battery?" she asked.
"Doesn't matter. What does matter is that I don't want to see you playing with electricity." I replied.
She nodded. Then she went into her bedroom, probably to masturbate. I closed my eyes again and sighed. Her fascination on the subject was disturbing.
Despite her sexually rebellious streak, Zana's actually a valuable agent. When she's on a mission, sex doesn't enter into her mind. She's competiant with firearms and knows more about computer hacking then I could even begin to grasp. We've gone on missions together, and she's a totally different person then.
I turned my attention to an upcoming mission that we would soon be doing. Me and Zana would be inserted into the compound of a doomsday cult. Her job would be to break into the encrypted database housed in one of the various buildings inside the compound. My job would be to photograph or acquire any documents of importance. It was a loner mission. This meant that we were going in alone, and if we got caught, we'd be on our own for up to several days while the agency planned an extraction mission.
After a few minutes, I decided to check on Zana. Now that I was over the initial surprise, I realized that I had been a bit harsh on her. She may enjoy physical pain, but emotional pain is a different matter. She hides it well enough, but the reality is that she's a lonely person. Her social skills are poor. As a result, she has very few friends, and I'm the only one that she's close to.
I went into the bedroom, and to my surprise Zana wasn't masturbating. She was sitting on the bed and looking at the floor. She looked up at me as I walked over to her.
"I wasn't hurting myself..." she said.
"I know, and I'm sorry. I'm sorry for overreacting." I replied.
"I'm sorry for scaring you..." she gave me a small smile. It was the type of smile that told me she had every intention of continuing to use electricity on herself, but only when she was certain that I wouldn't barge in and catch her. I smiled back at her.