Section 7 over Seven

Story by Mushra

(I'm somewhat making this up as I go, so I will just put the content by each chapter heading.)

Human beings are imperfect, each infected with Sin.

Normal humans are influenced by this, and commit sins.

However, those who drown in their own sin will become controlled by it.

Their souls stained black, their destiny twisted, they will become something inhuman.

Lust, Wrath, Gluttony, Greed, Envy, Sloth, and Pride.

Succubus, Ashura, Dragon, Midas, Harpy, Nymph, and Lucien.

These monsters, born from sin, are made by sacrificing their humanity.

However, humans as a whole have no clue about their existence, rather it was hidden from them.

These monsters are instead born in secret and hunted in secret by the church.

The Thirteenth Holy Inquisition and Exorcism Department, located in Rome and contacted by the Vatican.

They are the force that seeks to not only rid the world of demonic influences, but eliminate these monsters.

Possessing holy weapons blessed with special powers, they hunt down and contain all those who have strayed from the path of humanity.

We are Sector 7 over Seven. An independent organization whose sole goal is to create these monsters,

And to create something even more amazing.

To accomplish this goal we have remained a secret, even from the church.

However, as research develops it becomes harder and harder to do so.

We are Sector 7 over Seven, and you are the latest test subject. Lets see is you are special.

Sector 7 over Seven: Lust

Chapter 1

I woke up cold, naked and not alone. He stood over me, peering through thin framed glasses. His feminine looking face would have made it hard to be intimidating, but somehow he pulled it off. Rather than an expression he wore a completely blank face, as if he was looking at nothing. Running his hand through his silky black hair, his face shifted back and forth as he looked over my naked body. It took me a couple of seconds to realize that I was strapped to a long metal table in several places, well calling it a table might be harsh. Rather it was more like a long seat, with leather padding where it touched me and conforming the curves of my body, though to ridges at my knees kept them bent as the straps kept them spread apart.

I had, after all my experience one way or another, never been in such an embarrassing situation. Most of the time I got uncomfortable doing it with the lights on, though boyfriends past had convinced me to do it or even strip tease for them. However I had never been forced to stay in such a position. My hands were strapped north of my head, together, so I couldn’t make any interference with them no matter how I tried. The room was dark, I noticed that a single light was above me, however beyond that I couldn’t see anything.

The sound of wheels echoed through the corridors. Even though there was no wind I felt as though there were, and began to shiver. Somehow being naked, when not indulging in lust, stripped a person of all their power. It made me feel weak and helpless, at the mercy of something I had no control over. The wheels stopped beside me, just out of reach of the pale light that hung above me.

The man looked up, adjusting his white lab coat, then looked down at me. He pressed a finger against my nipple, then started rubbing it. Blood rushed to my face, turning it a bright red. I wanted to snap his finger off, since I had determined that while he was definitely cute he was really pushing his boundaries. Something about being powerless, though, is that it makes you a lot more forgiving and open to compromises. Upon letting the slightest whimper pass through my lips I found him to stop. He pressed a cold metal ruler against my nipple, then stepped back and produced a small cup and a vibrating egg from the darkness.

He placed both items down on a tray attached to my table seat…thingy, and pulled up a clipboard. Speaking, more to himself than to me, he seemed to evaluate my body.

“Hair, brown and short.” It was normally styled with accessories, however from strands in the corner of my eyes and common sense I knew it was now very messy.

“Breasts, A cup.” Actually it was a B-cup, is what I wanted to say, but they were virtually non existent. Though it was a common practice in high school it was kind of embarrassing to still be padding my bra.

He went on to list things like my height, weight, age and birth date, writing something down or checking something on the clipboard with each thing he said. With each fact he stated about me I felt myself become more and more discouraged, as if he could somehow not only look at my naked body but the depths of my soul. Suddenly I felt an urge, nay a pressing necessity, to break free of these bonds and run. I flailed and pulled and tugged as hard as I could, not giving up for anything. The man didn’t seem to mind, though, and simply turned his head.

By the time I finally tired out he was looking at me again. He p

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