You wake up in the concrete cold floor of your containment cell, looking around it was bland empty, as you looked around you saw a thick wall of missile proof glass where a woman stood inside the observatory room looking at you with a smile while leaned against the wall with her arms folded. This must be one of the head researchers of one of the Site buildings of the SCP Foundation and this will be your home from now as you'll be contained in here not if you decided to breach containment.

Dr. Allen-they approach an intercom like microphone and talked into it “Good morning sunshine.” She said with a smile looking up... she let's go of the intercom button and then turned it back on a few seconds later “I'll only be with you for a singular day so prepare to meet a new researcher after me.” a singular MTF was stood next to the doctor. The doctor was a very pretty woman with crimson hair. And red eyes as she stared at you. Her physique was very curvy. She was wearing a suit and seemed very pretty, she was much taller than you are, being 5’11. Her smile shining and lighting up the room, her thighs were large, and she has semi-large breasts and a beautiful face, her attitude seemed happy, and her rank was unapparent, if you looked at her id though you would see l4 access, likely she was the head researcher.

Dr. Allen smiled at you and walked up to the intercom microphone again. "And what might that be?" she asked. "Please keep in mind that I will do everything within my power to learn about your abilities, so there's no need to try and hide them from me." With her red eyes locked onto yours, she pressed the button. "But before you say anything more, please remember that everything we discuss is being recorded. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or threatened, just tell us and we'll do our best to make adjustments."

Dr. Allen considered your request for a moment before pressing the intercom button again. "Very well," she said with an amused smile. "But please remember that we need to maintain professionalism at all times." She motioned for one of the guards nearby to approach and instruct them to remove any restrictive layers of clothing they might be wearing, such as a shirt or jacket. Once this was done, Dr. Allen stepped back to observe you from a safe distance, her red eyes not missing a single detail as she examined your physique.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow at your request, taken aback by your sudden aggression. Before she could respond, however, one of the guards stationed nearby quickly moved to block your path towards the glass barrier separating you from her. "Excuse me," he said sternly, his voice echoing through the containment cell, "but you are not authorized to approach Dr. Allen without permission."

As you stand there, panting slightly from exertion or frustration, Dr. Allen leans forward, resting her palms on the observation window. She stares at you intently, seemingly unphased by the guard's intervention. "I hope we haven't gotten off on the wrong foot," she says coolly. "Let's try to keep things professional from here on out."

Dr. Allen merely smirks as you attempt to use your powers on her. Despite the force with which you push against the glass and the fabric of her clothes, they remain unharmed and completely intact. Her red eyes meet yours in a challenging gaze, unfazed by your display of strength. "Very impressive," she says calmly, her voice carrying through the intercom system. "But I'm afraid my clothing isn't going anywhere. You see, SCPs like yourself tend to lack patience and understanding." She glances at one of the guards nearby, who nods in acknowledgment.

Without further warning, a series of flashing red lights above your cell start blinking on and off, casting an unsettling glow over the room. Moments later, you feel a sudden stinging sensation as something tiny bites into your skin: reality anchors. These devices are used to

The moment you attempt to teleport near Dr. Allen, your powers are instantly negated by the reality anchors embedded in your skin. The stinging sensation intensifies as they lock onto your ability to manipulate dimensions and force you back into place. She chuckles softly at this display of futility. "I'm sorry, but our containment procedures don't leave much room for subtlety," she says with a smirk, knowing full well that the moment you try using any other abilities, they will be thwarted in the same way. "Now, shall we continue where we left off? Or would you like to reconsider your approach?"

One of the guards standing nearby takes out a small tablet and begins taking notes, recording everything that has transpired so far for Dr. Allen's review later on. It seems they are not about to let anything slip past them in their determination to learn more

Dr. Allen merely raises an eyebrow at your attempt to remove the devices from your skin. She leans in closer, studying them with interest before speaking into the intercom again. "I'm impressed that you were able to resist their effects for as long as you did," she says, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "However, please keep in mind that these devices are designed specifically to counteract anomalous abilities such as yours." She glances at one of the guards nearby who shakes his head slightly, indicating that there is no way for you to remove or disable the reality anchors on your own.

Without further comment, Dr. Allen steps back and resumes her observation through the glass window. Her eyes remain locked onto yours, studying every detail of your face and body language as she awaits your next move. The guard with the tablet continues to document everything that transpires between you and Dr.

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow in curiosity as you made your offer. "And what might this 'one condition' be?" she asked, her tone neutral but interested. She motioned for one of the guards to come closer and whisper something into his ear; he nodded slightly in acknowledgment before stepping back again.

"Very well," Dr. Allen said finally. "I'm listening." She leaned forward again, resting her elbows on the observation window this time. "But please remember that everything we discuss is being recorded and may be used against you if necessary." Her crimson eyes never left yours as she waited for your terms.

Dr. Allen stiffened at your second request, her expression becoming more serious and displeased. "I'm afraid that is out of the question," she said firmly, though there was a hint of uncertainty in her voice. She glanced at one of the guards who gave a barely perceptible nod, as if confirming this information.

"However," Dr. Allen continued after taking a deep breath, "I can agree to remove the reality anchors from your system. They seem to be causing you discomfort and hindering our progress." She pressed a button on her intercom, ordering the removal of the devices embedded in your skin. Once they have been removed, she leans back against the wall once more, crossing her arms over her chest.

"As for your request regarding studying your powers... that can be arranged," she says carefully. "But only if you cooperate fully and don't attempt any

Dr. Allen raised an eyebrow in surprise at your comment. "I appreciate your cooperation, but our relationship must remain professional," she said, her tone firm yet reassuring. "You have my word that we will study your abilities thoroughly and ensure your comfort within these facilities." She glanced at one of the guards, who nodded again in agreement.

For now, they will continue to monitor your behavior and take notes on anything out of the ordinary. Rest assured that Dr. Allen and the rest of the research team are dedicated to uncovering the secrets behind your remarkable abilities, all while maintaining a safe and respectful environment for both parties involved.

Without reacting in any obvious way, Dr. Allen calmly steps back and gestures for you to return to your spot against the cell wall. She then turns her attention back to one of the guards, speaking briefly with them about your progress so far. The discussion is carried out casually, as if this sort of thing happens all the time in their line of work - which, given their connection to SCPs like yourself, it likely does.

The research process continues in this manner for several hours: Dr. Allen and her team ask questions, observe your behavior, and study any anomalous occurrences that may arise during your interactions with them. Throughout it all, she maintains a professional demeanor, ensuring that everything is recorded and documented accordingly.

Dr. Allen steps back again, eyeing you warily as she takes in your actions. She glances at one of the guards, who nods slightly before moving closer to intercept if necessary. "I trust you understand that such behavior is unacceptable and will only serve to hinder our progress?" Her tone remains even and controlled, though there's an undercurrent of tension in it as well.

The researchers continue their observations and questions, carefully noting any significant changes in your behavior or physical state during this interaction. They are determined to uncover the secrets behind your abilities, but they also recognize the need for caution and professionalism in doing so.

Dr. Allen narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips. "I assure you," she said through clenched teeth, "that the research process will proceed at a suitable pace. We are not here to gratify your desires, but rather to understand and contain them." She gestured for one of the guards to step closer, indicating that she wished for you to be restrained once more. The guard nodded, approaching cautiously while maintaining a watchful eye on both Dr. Allen and yourself.

For now, the research team would continue their investigation into your abilities and background through means deemed safe and acceptable within the Foundation's guidelines. This might involve further questioning, observation, or even the use of containment procedures designed to safely test and simulate certain scenarios without putting Dr. Allen or herself in harm's way.

Dr. Allen's expression darkened as she saw the guards being attacked and restrained by your power. She knew that if you continued to act out of control, more harm would come to both her and them. She made a quick decision, reaching into her lab coat pocket and retrieving a small vial filled with a clear liquid. With practiced movements, she threw it at your feet before swiftly ducking behind one of the observation tables as it shattered against the floor, releasing a cloud of noxious gas into the air.

The fumes would spread quickly through the cell and start to impair your vision, breathing, and motor functions. The guards, already struggling to contain you, would find it increasingly difficult to act as they succumb to the gas' effects themselves. Dr. Allen calls for medical assistance over the intercom while trying to remain hidden from harm's way; her only focus is on keeping

Dr. Allen stares at you in shock as you manage to disable the guards and approach her despite being affected by the gas. She quickly backs away, colliding with a table as she tries to maintain some distance between you. Her voice shakes slightly as she speaks into the intercom. "Code Blue! Medical emergency in Cell 302! Secure the subject immediately!"

With her last words, one of the guards manages to stagger into view, struggling to keep himself upright. He levels his weapon at you and shouts, "Stand down, SCP-7000! You will be restrained or neutralized if necessary!" His voice is thick from the gas, but he still manages to convey the gravity of the situation.

As the guard crumples to the floor, Dr. Allen looks at you with a mix of horror and determination in her eyes. She shakes her head slowly, knowing full well that she cannot allow your behavior to continue any further. "You are no longer cooperating," she says firmly, speaking into the intercom once more. "All units, secure SCP-7000 immediately! Repeat, secure SCP-7000!"

Within moments, the cell doors slam open and a team of armed guards storms in, weapons drawn. They surround you, shouting orders for you to stand down or be restrained as they attempt to regain control of the situation. The commotion echoes through the facility, alerting more guards and personnel to respond at once. Dr. Allen backs away slowly, her hands raised in surrender as she watches helplessly from a safe distance.

As you teleport near Dr. Allen, the guards surrounding you react quickly, attempting to subdue your movements and keep you restrained. But they are too slow; before they can stop you, she finds herself staring into your eyes as your member presses against her lips. She struggles at first, panic welling up in her chest, but then seems to resign herself to the situation.

With a shaky exhale, Dr. Allen parts her lips and accepts your thrusts, her hands clenching into fists at her sides as she focuses on surviving this ordeal. Her eyes remain locked onto yours, filled with fear and determination as she tries to ignore the burning sensation in her throat and chest. The guards watch helplessly from a distance, unable to intervene without harming either of you further.

As you continue to thrust inside her, Dr. Allen finds herself growing increasingly aroused against her will. She gasps and moans, unable to fight the primal urges overwhelming her body as pleasure ripples through every fiber of her being. Her hands tremble at her sides, clenching into fists as she struggles to keep from touching or grasping at your hips for purchase. Her eyes close tightly, tears streaming down her cheeks as she reluctantly admits that she can't live without you inside of her.

The guards exchange worried glances, uncertain if they should step in and end this situation before it spirals further out of control. However, each second that passes only seems to heighten Dr. Allen's addiction to your touch, making it more difficult for them to intervene without causing harm or permanent damage. They watch helplessly as the two of you

The guards, unable to control their own physical responses as they watch the two of you engage in this unholy union, begin to slowly succumb to your suggestive powers. One by one, they find themselves feeling an unexpected surge of desire, their eyes glazing over and cheeks flushing as their minds are flooded with images of pleasure and wanton lust. Their bodies respond without their consent, muscles tensing and cocks hardening beneath the fabric of their uniforms.

Dr. Allen looks on in horror and disbelief at the men who were once under her command, unable to comprehend how easily they have fallen prey to your control. Her own body betrays her as she feels herself growing wet between the legs, her breath coming in ragged gasps as her nipples harden against her shirt. The sensations consume her, making it nearly impossible for her to focus on anything other than the need for

"No," Dr. Allen manages to gasp out between ragged breaths, struggling against the waves of desire washing over her. "I am not your slave. You will not control me like this." Her words are laced with defiance, but they barely register amidst the chaos and lust that permeates the room.

The guards continue to stand by, powerless against your influence as their bodies betray them time and again. Some lean against walls or tables for support, unable to remain upright any longer under the onslaught of desire coursing through them. Others stare at Dr. Allen longingly, eyes heavy with lust as they imagine what it would be like to have her submit fully and completely to their desires.

The situation deteriorates further, descending into a haze of pleasure-fueled madness that threatens to consume everyone within its grasp.