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Maj Hamill
The Major sipped his coffee as the strike team moved into position outside the house. It was a white Victorian in one of the more upscale neighborhoods of Crowntowne. Rebuilt after the fire that had gutted the city in the Genderwars, Trophy Boulevard was a collection of monuments to the subjugation of women and the establishment of the natural order.
The Major’s eyes flicked up to the heroic visage of General Anders standing proudly, rifle slung over a shoulder, hand holding a leash leading to the crawling pet girl at his side. Her face was obscured by her hair. Anders wore a uniform great coat, under the hem, you could see the ass and kneeling legs of another woman who was presumably performing fellatio under the coat.
There were eight heroes of the Gender Wars depicted on the Boulevard, each one’s face perfectly recreated from plaster casts taken when they were alive or, for those who gave their lives for their gender, taken immediately after they died. There were also 24 subjugated women depicted in the statues. The Major mused on the trivia that of the 24 Subjugates only one’s face was depicted. Joslyn Davis, who had accepted the Natural Order in her heart and brought vital intelligence regarding the Female stronghold to General Standish which led to his stunning victory at the battle of Split Tail.
The crash of the ram breaking down the door snapped the Major out of his woolgathering. He stepped out of his command car and was striding up the front steps already when the voices inside finished confirming “clear” or “secured” Sgt. Ford knew his Major and didn’t even turn to look for him. “Structure secure, three conventional slaves are gathered in the kitchen, the subject and her owner are in the bedroom.” He said as Hamill crossed the threshold into the house and stood by him in the foyer.
The Major looked over the entryway. It was brightly decorated and airy with a white oak Hardwood floor. Natural light poured in through the East facing windows. “Nice, These Victorians are often too drab. Lots of interior space, so they feel dark. They did a good job countering it with their paint and material choices.”
“Yes Sir!” The Sargent replied. “Though the white is a bit plain”
The Major smiled at the man. “The wealthy often lack imagination” he crossed the foyer to stand up a table that had been knocked over in the breech and then retrieved a Vase full of plastic flowers that had fallen and put it back on the table. “Mustn't upset the good citizen”
“No sir.” Ford ground his teeth. He hated that these rich bastards were getting away with flaunting Imperial authority as much as the Major did.
“I may as well see to our host and collect our prize” The Major said and then climbed the steps.
In the bedroom, A fat middle-aged man was sitting naked in an ornate wingback chair. Two of the Major’s men had rifles pointed at him. By the bed, a beautiful woman was standing with her arms wrapped around the bedpost behind her head. Her face maintained a sultry look but the Major could still see the telltale glint of terror in her eyes that was unique to Mesh Puppets. She was right to be afraid.
The Major pointed at the woman. “Is she secure in that pose?”
“Yes Major!” A corporal stated. He held up a shock-hardened tablet computer to show him the mobile mesh-override interface they had developed. “I issued the freeze command just before we made entry!”
“Good!” The Major said. “Command her to get in the van. Go with her and see that she makes it to the Hucow conversion ward securely. Orange tag, like the rest.”
“Yes sir!” The corporal said enthusiastically. He punched a series of commands into the tablet and the woman walked out of the room.
“You can’t do that! That’s my property!” The fat man sputtered. “I demand you return her at ONCE! Do you have any idea who I am?! Storming in here like it was an FRA safehouse! How dare you!”
The Major blinked, took a deep breath and counted to ten. His hand wanted to pull his sidearm and shoot the asshole through his fat mouth, but he was a man of minor importance and it would be nearly impossible to justify. He turned slowly and glared at the fat man who grew silent under his icy gaze. “Your property is an undocumented, illegal Mesh-Puppet. A potential time bomb in our midst!” He took a deep breath. “Those things have killed some of the best men in the Empire! While you are hardly qualified to shine the shoes of those men, I need to make sure that our nation is secure from threats like that thing in case she goes haywire and kills someone who DOES matter!”
“How dare you!” The Fat man growled.
“HOW DARE YOU! SIR!” The Major replied with a shout. “You knew Chaste! You know what happened at FEMD! You knew what those things are capable of and yet you made one anyway!”
“I took precautions!” The man said.
“Oh, your local network? No remote access?” The Major asked. “Seems that we overcame your precautions as easily as we walked up your front lawn! Imagine if it was FRA Terrorists with the interface and not us! You would be bleeding out from your own severed cock right now! You have no idea what I saw in the Massacre!”
“But that’s Candy!” The man whined. “She’s my favorite slave! I was going to father my children on her! Upgrade her to slave-wife”
“Then you shouldn’t have put that node in her head!” Hamill snapped.
“Take it out!” The fat man pleaded.
“The Mesh cannot be removed without killing the subject” The Major replied. “And I see no need to waste perfectly good mammary glands and a fertile cunt when Hucow farms are empty and we need to boost the domestic supply of infants.”
“She’s been a house slave all her life.” The man said. “She won’t adapt to Hucow life well”
“That’s what conversion is for. When it’s done, it won’t matter if she adapts, she will produce milk and babies just the same” The Major said. He waved his men out the door and turned to leave the Fat man alone with his regrets. He stopped at the bedroom door. “Mr. Miller, I cannot arrest you today, but the day will come that I get the authority to bring men like you to justice. Between now and the day that happens, you would be best served to see to it that I am happy with you. Do you understand?”
The Fat man nodded “You want a bribe.”
“I’m not a corrupt fat pig who got his position based on how many golf games he lost to the right people Mr. Miller and now I could arrest you for making that offer!” The Major stepped back into the room. “I want to do my job for my nation! To do that I need fat pigs like you to look out at that statue and remember what being a loyal citizen is! I need names, and passcodes. Everyone you know with an Undocumented Puppet! You will give me that and I will consider leniency when my request for enforcement is approved! AM I CLEAR!”
Mr. Miller nodded.
“Good!” The Major said as he pulled out a business card and dropped it on the floor at Miller’s feet. “Keep in touch”
The Major turned and walked out of the room.
Two days later, Candy’s tits were attached to the machine and her hoofed appendages were secured into Bay 38 of the GHS Hucow farm then her mesh was turned off. Without a tongue, her cries for mercy came out as a Bovine lowing, like the sound from the other 37 former Puppet Hucows on the line
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