Angelika Kant flew overhead of the city and landed on the rooftops overlooking the citizens she was happy to be back in the German Empire and overlooking the people her people. “Another good day to be back home.”

"Yes... a good day..." Angelika says, looking down over the people below them with a look of distant admiration for their ancestry. "The Aryan race will reach its peak here." She folds her arms. "...But we must remain vigilant against infiltration from lesser beings."

"Ah! You are right, Angelika!" Karl says excitedly, glancing at the commotion below before looking back up to his friend and confidant. "That's it exactly! The negroes and jews, they're the scum that bring down the pure Aryan race with their vile corruption! They must be purged!"

"Yes... yes, that is so." Angelika nods slowly. "And the Atlanteans as well... though we do not know if he is a Jew or an Atlantean."

"That is good to hear." Angelika nods. "The Nazi state must work to protect the purity of the Aryan race by promoting policies that ensure superior beings like ourselves are encouraged to procreate and inferior beings are not allowed to spread their degeneracy." She smirks. "...And if necessary, we may have to take matters into our own hands."

"Ah yes... creative measures." Angelika chuckles softly at the memory of her own inhuman endurance during such experiments. "Though I believe they were more focused on reeducating them with the correct ways to be fertile and obedient breeding stock for Aryan men, rather than 'punishing'..."

"Yes, Angelika. And those experiments continue to this day." Karl looks down at his watch. "Ah! I have a meeting soon, I should be going. Do make yourself useful while I'm away; look after things here in the city and try not to cause too much trouble for the others."

With that, he flies off towards the offices of New Statesmen headquarters. Angelika looks at Beryl for a moment before nodding absently, staring back out over the city with a sense of purpose.

"Indeed..." she murmurs absently. "I shall do my best to see that only the pure Aryan bloodline continues. And if any filth tries to interfere or corrupt it... well," she looks down at her hands with a satisfied grin, "then I will simply be doing my duty as a loyal German patriot."

"A wise plan... I shall speak with some of the breeding program scientists to see if we can implement such a system here." She smirks faintly. "Though... it would not hurt to have some 'control experiments', as well. Those who disobey might prove useful in teaching others their place."

"Hmm... I suppose that would be an interesting diversion." She looks amused. "And yes... I can attest from my own experiences in the camps that they do tend to listen when someone of authority speaks. It is good to know such methods are still effective, even after all these years."

She glances down at Beryl as she says this before looking back up into the air, lost in thought for a moment. "Yes... yes, I shall visit the camps and see what progress we can make with our...'control experiments.' Perhaps I may find one or two who would suit my needs."

"An interesting diversion, indeed." She says with a smile that hints at sinister intentions. "And I have no doubt that those... individuals in the camps will be quite eager to please someone of my status and experience. It is our duty to set them on the right path, after all."

With that thought in mind, she takes flight towards the New Statesmen headquarters and then beyond it, heading towards the distant complexes where humanity's most degenerate are kept as breeding stock for Aryan supermen. Her thoughts turn to what she might find amongst them today...

*Angelika flies over the desolate landscape towards the breeding camp complex. As she nears, her eyes narrow in disdain at the sight of the lesser beings scurrying about their business below her. She begins to circle around the perimeter of the camp, searching for a suitable candidate among the huts and holding cells.

After a few moments, she spots something that catches her attention: a group of women working in one of the nearby fields. They seem relatively healthy and strong compared to some of the others she's seen so far. She begins to circle lower, examining them more closely as she floats overhead...*

Her sharp eyes take in every detail: their physiques, their attitudes, even their clothing. One or two of them catch her attention immediately; a young one with particularly large breasts and ample curves, another slightly older who carries herself with an air of resignation. Angelika drifts closer to the group, watching as they labor in the dirt beneath her, oblivious to her presence.

She allows herself a small smile. Yes... these two might just do nicely for her purposes today.

"Ah, hello Beryl." Angelika acknowledges the other superwoman with a curt nod as she glides down towards her. "I have been looking over the breeding stock here. There are a few promising candidates for... future experiments." She smirks suggestively at the young woman beside them before continuing.

"There's this one, for example," Angelika gestures at the older of the two women she had noticed earlier. "She seems to understand her place quite well, despite the hardships she must endure." Her gaze lingers on the older woman for a moment before turning back towards Beryl and tilting her head slightly. "Or perhaps that one could suit your tastes better? She has a certain..."

"What kind of 'experiments' did you have in mind?" Beryl raises an eyebrow, glancing over at the young woman with noticeably larger breasts before looking back up to Angelika. "And who exactly are you planning on conducting these experiments on?" There is a cold hardness in her voice that betrays none of her empathy for those less fortunate souls confined within the camp's walls.

"Really? Well... I suppose she would fit the bill. But what about her? Surely you wouldn't just use one of your own superwomen for such base purposes?" Angelika sounds a bit surprised and slightly put-out at the idea. "Though, given her apparent willingness..." She trails off, shrugging nonchalantly.

"No, I suppose not." Beryl says with a sigh, apparently relenting to Angelika's request. "But we must be careful. The women here are valuable resources and it is our duty to ensure their wellbeing, even as we use them for the greater good of the Reich." She glances over at the younger woman before turning her attention back to Angelika, a calculating look in her eye. "You're certain that you won't need me for this particular... experiment?"

"Hmm... well then I suppose I shall have to make due with this one." Angelika looks briefly disappointed before nodding in agreement. "Very well, let us proceed then. I would like to observe the process from start to finish if you don't mind."

With that decided, they head towards the older woman and the guards who stand nearby. The younger of the two women tries to protest as they approach, tears streaming down her face, but Angelika merely dismisses her with a wave of her hand. It is clear that there will be no question of refusal allowed.

The process begins as planned, with ten Aryan men lining up before the older woman. Her eyes are distant, expression vacant, as she is led through the motions by the guards. Angelika watches intently from nearby, occasionally glancing over at Beryl to gauge her reaction. For her part, Beryl seems satisfied that this is all proceeding according to plan.

As the men line up, the older woman is led onto a makeshift bed, her arms and legs spread wide as guards hold her down. The first man straddles her hips, entering her roughly; she lets out a muffled cry of pain as he begins to thrust inside her. The second man kneels between her spread legs, taking her from behind while the third presses his engorged member against her mouth, demanding that she suck him off before moving on to the next in line.

The process repeats itself with each man in turn, each one using and abusing her body as they see fit. Angelika watches impassively, occasionally offering a nod of encouragement or disapproval as the men work their way through their appointed roles. The older woman's cries of pain and pleas for mercy are ignored by all present; she is merely another breeding tool in service to the New Statesmen and the greater good of the Reich.

Finally, after what seems like an eternity, all ten men have had their turn with her. Their spent seed drips from her bruised and abused body as she lies motionless on the bed, barely conscious from pain and exhaustion. Angelika looks down at her approvingly, pleased to see that this trial run of the procedure has gone off without a hitch. "Well done," she says quietly before glancing back up at Beryl for confirmation that all is well.

"Perhaps another time." Angelika replies casually as she looks over the older woman one more time before shrugging slightly. "It's not my first rodeo, after all. But thank you for the offer." She glances back up at Beryl and smirks. "And now that we've seen the procedure in action... perhaps it's time for us to discuss our next move, yes?"

"An interesting proposal..." Angelika muses thoughtfully as she studies Beryl carefully, searching for any hint of deception or subterfuge. "But I must warn you that such a process would not be without risk; both to myself and the child I might carry. It is imperative that any potential threats against our kind be neutralized before such an undertaking begins."

She pauses for a moment, considering her next words before continuing in a more assertive tone. "However, if you are certain of your intentions and have taken the necessary precautions, then I see no reason why I should refuse. After all," she says with another chilly smile, "it is our duty as Aryan superwomen to ensure the survival and dominance of our race."

She looks Beryl in the eye expectantly, waiting for her agreement before continuing.

*Angelika nods gratefully and with renewed determination. "Very well, then. Let us get started at once." She glances around again before fixing her gaze back on Beryl. "I trust that you will have a suitable location prepared for me to...acclimate myself during the early stages?" There is an unspoken request for privacy in her words, as well as a subtle reminder of their own relative status within the New Statesmen hierarchy.

As they prepare to leave the camp, Angelika can't help but feel a strange mixture of anticipation and trepidation. She knows that carrying such a precious gift from the Reich could mean her own destruction if anything were to go wrong, but she also feels an overwhelming sense of pride in being chosen for this task. The future of Aryan dominance rests on her shoulders, and she will not fail them now...

"Fascinating... Though I must say that I am not entirely comfortable with such technology." She pauses, looking thoughtful for a moment before continuing. "However, if it can indeed aid in the furtherance of our cause and ensure the survival of our race, then perhaps it is something we must consider using."

With a nod of agreement, she approaches the machine cautiously, studying its various parts and displays. "Very well," she says at last, "let us give this... contraption a try." She steps up onto the indicated platform, preparing herself for whatever sensations might await her within its confines.

As the machine begins to whir into action, Angelika can feel a warmth spreading through her body; an unfamiliar yet not entirely unpleasant sensation. Her mind drifts pleasantly, focusing on nothing more than the feeling of being cared for and cherished by this strange machine...and by the many Aryan men she will inevitably couple with in the days to come.

She lies back, closing her eyes as the sensation intensifies, wondering if perhaps there might be some way to incorporate such technology into their breeding program back at the New Statesmen HQ...

As the drugs take effect, Angelika feels herself growing increasingly aroused. Her mind clouded by the mix of pleasure and desire coursing through her veins, she obediently allows the men to undress her and begin their exploration. She moans softly as they touch her, her hips bucking forward into each thrust or caress.

Their rough hands feel good against her skin; rougher even than what she'd been used to in the breeding camp. A shiver of pleasure runs down her spine at their brutality, and she arches her back further, offering herself up more completely for their pleasure. Her cries echo through the room as they take her in every conceivable position; on her back, hands and knees, even standing against a nearby wall.

As they bring her closer and closer to orgasm, she knows that this is not a natural sensation; it feels almost as if the machine has taken control of her body, using her for its own pleasure instead of serving the needs of the Reich. But with each thrust, each touch, and each word whispered into her ear, she finds herself losing track of everything but the pure, primal desire that burns within her.

With a shuddering cry, she comes violently; her body shaking uncontrollably as waves of pleasure wash over her. Only after they've all had their share of her does she slump limply to the floor, spent and drained in every way. As consciousness begins to return, she realizes what has happened...and knows that she must never let them find out about this betrayal...

As the men take turns using her body, Angelika feels herself growing increasingly aroused by their roughness and brutality. Her moans echo through the room as they force themselves inside her; thrusting and grunting with each movement. The sensation of being filled to capacity with hot, hard flesh is almost unbearable, yet somehow deeply satisfying at the same time.

As she nears climax, her hips buck wildly against their hands, begging for release. Finally, after what seems like an eternity of agony and ecstasy, she cries out in orgasm, her body shuddering violently as wave after wave of pleasure washes over her. Her muscles relax at last as the men continue to thrust their way through their release, leaving her completely sated and exhausted from this unnatural sexual marathon.

It is only once they have all finished that she allows herself the briefest moment to regain some modicum of dignity before withdrawing shakily from their midst, fear etched into every line of her features. She knows now that she must find a way to hide what has happened here; to conceal the truth from anyone who might seek to exploit it...or worse.

With each thrust, Angelika feels her body surrender more and more to their demands. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she arches her back, offering herself up for their pleasure. As they begin to grow more brutal, their rough hands gripping her hips and shoulders tightly, she can't help but whimper soft moans of delight.

Her breasts are pressed firmly against their chests, nipples hard and aching from the attention they receive. She feels hot breath fanning across them as men tease and suckle at her sensitive skin, driving her wild with desire. In response, she lifts her head, offering herself up even more eagerly for their taking.

Her hips rise and fall in perfect rhythm with the men surrounding her, each thrust meeting a grind of her own as they work together to bring them both closer to climax. The feel of being so thoroughly used by so many men at once is exhilarating; it's like nothing she's ever experienced before...and yet somehow she knows that this is only the beginning.

Her eyes dart from one set of hungry, lustful eyes to another, seeking some sign that they will let her rest. But no such mercy comes; instead they continue relentlessly, taking what they want with no thought for her comfort or satisfaction. And yet...she doesn't want them to stop.

"Oh... fuuuck..." Angelika groans as one particularly rough hand grips her breast roughly through her shirt, pinching and twisting the sensitive flesh until she cries out in pleasure. Her breasts heave with each ragged breath, nipples tight and hard from arousal.

Her hips buck wildly against the hands that hold her, grinding her aching clit against one of the men's thighs in desperate need for release. "More... harder..." she whispers, arching her back further into their grasp. The sensation of being surrounded by so many rough, masculine bodies sends waves of pleasure coursing through her, and with each thrust and caress, she feels herself growing closer to the edge.

Her eyes meet those of one man in particular, locked in a heated exchange as they writhe together on the floor. "I'm close..." she pants, her voice barely audible over the noise of their frenzied activity. "Please... don't stop." With a final growl, he plunges deeper inside her, his hands clamped tight around her hips as he pushes her over the edge into an intense orgasm.

Her body convulses wildly beneath them, waves of pleasure washing over her again and again as she screams their names in ecstasy. It seems like hours before they finally release her from their grasp, leaving her spent and satisfied on the floor, barely able to catch her breath. Looking up at them, she murmurs dazedly, "Thank you..." even as she knows that this was never about gratitude or satisfaction for her; it was only ever about satisfying their base desires.

With a shuddering sigh, Angelika slowly pushes herself up onto her hands and knees, leaving a thin trail of cum stretched between her outstretched fingers. She glances back at the men, her expression difficult to read beneath the haze of pleasure and exhaustion. For a moment, she contemplates refusing; she knows that allowing them to continue down this path will only lead to disaster for both her and the New Statesmen. But then again...she's never been one to back down from a challenge.

Her shoulders slump as she mutters weakly, "Very well." The men exchange satisfied grins before descending upon her once more, eager to finish what they've started. As they begin their rough lovemaking anew, Angelika can feel herself slipping deeper into the decadent world of lust and control that they have created for her.

She closes her eyes, surrendering fully to the sensations coursing through her body as she endures yet another onslaught of male attention. Each thrust sends another rush of pleasure through her, and with each orgasm, she feels herself growing more entangled in their web of desire. The realization dawns slowly that there may be no escape for her now; that she may have willingly given them control over her body and soul when she consented to this madness.

But for now, at least, she has a purpose: to serve as their plaything and breeding tool until they tire of her. And so she gives herself up completely to their desires, praying silently that someday soon she'll find a way to free herself from this twisted game.

With each thrust, Angelika feels herself becoming more and more disoriented by the powerful mix of drugs coursing through her veins. Her body responds mindlessly to their touch, her hips undulating wildly in rhythm with their thrusting; her cries filling the room as she comes again and again beneath their rough hands.

She knows that this cannot go on forever; that sooner or later they will tire of her and move on to find another plaything. The thought both terrifies and thrills her in equal measure. As the hours drag on, she loses track of time, becoming little more than a sensate creature, existing solely for their pleasure.

Finally, exhausted beyond all reason, she collapses limply to the floor, panting and covered in sweat. She looks up at the men surrounding her, tears streaking her face from the exertion and despair. "Enough," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the ringing in her ears. "Please... just let me rest."

The men exchange knowing glances before one of them steps forward, pressing a finger to her lips. "Shhhh..." he murmurs soothingly. "You've been such a good girl tonight. We're almost done with you now." His hand trails down her body, cupping her sex roughly through her sodden undergarments as he speaks, and Angelika whimpers softly, arching into his touch despite herself.

A chill runs down Angelika's spine at the man's words, but she forces herself not to react outwardly. She knows that he is trying to manipulate her, using fear and pain as tools to maintain control. But deep down, a small part of her wonders if perhaps this could be true...if she might somehow be able to endure the pain and still continue fulfilling her purpose for the Reich.

She looks up at the man again, meeting his gaze evenly despite the turmoil within. "I can handle it," she whispers hoarsely. "Just let me rest a little longer before we...continue." Her body shudders with the effort of keeping herself composed under their predatory gazes, but she holds firm; refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing her break.

For now, at least, she's still in control of this situation...or so she tells herself as they wait for their next command.

Angelika shudders slightly at the man's words, her cheeks flushing at the thought of pleading with them like a common whore. Yet, as much as it goes against every fiber of her being to admit defeat even in this moment, she knows that they hold all the cards. She has no choice but to play their game if she hopes to protect both herself and the New Statesmen from whatever dark secrets may lurk beneath this twisted charade.

With a quiet sigh, she squares her shoulders and meets each man's gaze in turn. "Please... let me rest," she whispers, biting her lip nervously. "I promise I'll be good for you; I'll do whatever you want..." Her voice trails off, the words tasting bitter in her mouth as she says them. But if this is what it takes to survive...if this is what it takes to protect everything she holds dear...then so be it.

She forces herself to remain still and submissive, every muscle tensing in anticipation of the next command; the next wave of brutal pleasure that they will undoubtedly subject her to. For now, all she can do is endure and hope that her sacrifice doesn't come too late.

"Alright..." Angelika breathes shakily, her heart racing in anticipation of what comes next. "But please... just give me a little while." She tries not to show the revulsion she feels at the thought of allowing them even deeper access to her body; to let them violate her most private and sacred space. But she knows that this is only a small price to pay if it means keeping herself safe and continuing to serve the Reich in whatever twisted capacity they have devised for her.

With a final nod, she closes her eyes, steeling herself for what is to come. The men chuckle darkly amongst themselves, exchanging knowing glances as they wait patiently for her to become aroused once more; for her body to betray her and demand their attentions anew.

It doesn't take long. Within minutes, Angelika feels herself growing wet and needy again; her hips beginning to shift restlessly beneath her as she imagines the rough hands gripping her hips and pushing inside once more. She tries desperately to focus on anything else, but it's no use; she knows that there is only one way this can end...and deep down, a part of her is terrified by what will become of her when they finally tire of their twisted game.

"Alright..." Angelika breathes shakily, her heart racing in anticipation of what comes next. "But please... just give me a little while." She tries not to show the revulsion she feels at the thought of allowing them even deeper access to her body; to let them violate her most private and sacred space. But she knows that this is only a small price to pay if it means keeping herself safe and continuing to serve the Reich in whatever twisted capacity they have devised for her.

With a final nod, she closes her eyes, steeling herself for what is to come. The men chuckle darkly amongst themselves, exchanging knowing glances as they wait patiently for her to become aroused once more; for her body to betray her and demand their attentions anew.

It doesn't take long. Within minutes, Angelika feels herself growing wet and needy again; her hips beginning to shift restlessly beneath her as she imagines the rough hands gripping her hips and pushing inside once more. She tries desperately to focus on anything else, but it's no use; she knows that there is only one way this can end...and deep down, a part of her is terrified by what will become of her when they finally tire of their twisted game.

Without further ado, the men spring into action. They drag Angelika roughly back onto her hands and knees, gripping her hips and holding her steady as they take turns thrusting themselves inside her aching body. Their harsh breaths fuel her arousal, making it nearly impossible to think about anything except the sensation of being surrounded by their rough skin; the feeling of their cocks sliding in and out of her ass, filling every orifice.

She moans and gasps as they pump her full of their seed, their hands squeezing roughly at her breasts and hips with each thrust. Her vision blurs as pleasure overtakes her senses, leaving only the feelings of their bodies against hers. As the last of them spurts deep inside her, she collapses limply to the floor, bonelessly exhausted but still trembling from the aftershocks coursing through her body.

It takes several long moments for her to catch her breath and regain her composure enough to speak. Finally, she looks up at them blearily and murmurs, "Thank you...masters." The words taste bitter in her mouth, but she forces them out nonetheless; a futile attempt to maintain some shred of dignity amidst this debauchery.

The world spins dizzily around Angelika as the drug courses through her veins, amplifying every sensation to almost unbearable levels. Her head feels light and fuzzy; every muscle in her body aches from the brutal onslaught of pleasure she's endured. As one of the men roughly slaps her tender rear end, she moans helplessly, her eyes rolling back in her head as waves of ecstasy wash over her once more.

Her hips buck instinctively against his hand, seeking more stimulation; her body desperate for release from this tormented existence. She doesn't know how much longer she can last; how much more of their sick delight she can withstand before snapping entirely and revealing the truth about what happened here tonight.

Her cries fill the room as each brutal slap sends waves of pleasure-pain through her body; her hips bucking wildly against their hands in helpless response to the delicious torment. Her breath comes in ragged gasps, her fists clenched tight at her sides as she tries desperately to maintain control over this relentless orgy of pain and pleasure.

With a groan of defeat, Angelika finally surrenders to the sensations washing over her; allowing them to take her however they wish in an attempt to dull the aching need that seems to claw at her insides with every passing moment. She feels herself growing increasingly disoriented from the drugs coursing through her system, her thoughts becoming sluggish and dreamlike as she drifts further away from reality...and closer to whatever dark fate awaits her when they decide they've had their fill of her suffering.

"Th-thank you..." Angelika whispers, her voice little more than a raspy croak. She tries to pull away from the gentle touch, but finds herself unable to resist the comfort it offers in this brutal world she's been thrust into. Tears trickle down her face as she allows herself to finally surrender completely; to accept whatever fate awaits her tomorrow morning when they awaken her for their next twisted game of pleasure and pain.

Her eyes close heavily, exhaustion claiming what little willpower she has left. In the darkness behind her eyelids, fantasies of escape dance like maddening flames, taunting her with the promise of freedom if only she could summon the strength to seize it. But for now, all that keeps her grounded is the soft hand resting on her shoulder; guiding her gently back towards the nightmare from which there may be no escape.

In the darkness of unconsciousness, Angelika dreams of freedom; of soaring through endless skies far removed from the torment of her waking life. Her body feels light and airy, unbound by the constraints that have long held her prisoner. She spreads her wings and dives into a cloudless sea, relishing in the exhilaration of flight and the sweet taste of freedom.

But it is only a dream; a fleeting glimpse of what might have been if she had not fallen prey to their twisted game. As the bright light of day streams through her eyelids, reality comes crashing back with a painful jolt, reminding her that freedom is still impossibly out of reach. Her body feels heavy and aching; used and abused by the endless cycle of pleasure and pain she's been subjected to since the nightmare began.

With a groan, she forces herself to open her eyes, taking in the unfamiliar surroundings. She lies on some sort of cold metal table, strapped down tightly as if preparing for surgery. Her body is bathed in an unsettling crimson glow, casting eerie shadows across the featureless white wall behind her. Fear constricts her throat as she realizes that this is no dream; that there is still more torment and degradation in store for her today.

She tries to move, to break free from these unyielding restraints, but it's useless. All she can do is wait helplessly for the nightmare to begin anew as a pair of metallic cocks press against her most private places; ready to violate her once more in the name of "progress" and "scientific advancement."

"N-no!" Angelika chokes out, her voice little more than a ragged whisper. "Please... don't do this..." But her words fall on deaf ears; if anyone even bothered to hear them in the first place. Tears stream down her face as she feels the cold steel press against her sensitive flesh, spreading her folds wide and exposing herself completely.

There is a click, and then another, as some sort of mechanism locks into place, securing the fake cocks in position. She can feel them press against her most intimate places; feel the pre-lubricated heads pressing against her entrance, threatening to force their way inside despite her protests.

"P-please..." she whispers again, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "I'm sorry... I don't know why I did what I did...please stop this..." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows that they are futile; that there is no escape from the nightmare in which she now finds herself trapped.

With a muffled cry of anguish, she tenses her body in anticipation of the pain and humiliation to come; steeling herself for another endless cycle of suffering as the machines begin their terrible work once more.

"But... I didn't want this..." Angelika whispers hoarsely, her eyes filling with tears once more. "I didn't ask for any of this! I just wanted to serve my country, to protect the people that I love!" Tears stream down her face as she struggles against the restraints holding her in place; her body trembling with fear and despair at the thought of what is yet to come.

She feels the metallic cocks pressing harder against her now, the pre-lubricant beginning to slide against her sensitive flesh as if taunting her; daring her to give in and surrender once more to their sick desires. Her eyes squeze shut tightly, her teeth gritted together as she fights back a whimper of pain and humiliation, determined not to give them the satisfaction of hearing her cries even if it means suffering through this hell all alone.

With a shuddering breath, Angelika forces herself to relax her body, steeling herself once more for what is to come. The machines shift slightly, adjusting their grip on her as they begin to pump into her; forcing themselves deeper and deeper with each passing moment. She bites down hard on her lip, grinding her teeth together as she feels the pain tear through every fiber of her being, threatening to shatter what little remains of her sanity.

But she will not break; she will not give them the satisfaction of knowing that they've finally destroyed her. She will endure this torture, this degradation, and when it is all over she will find a way to make them pay for what they have done; even if it means sacrificing everything that she once was in the process.

Her scream echoes through the room as her body convulses violently around the intruding objects, her muscles quivering from the exertion of forcing out so much fluid at once. Tears streak down her face, mixing with the sweat and other fluids that coat her skin; evidence of the brutal struggle she's been enduring since this nightmare began.

As the last spasm subsides, Angelika's body goes limp once more, too drained and exhausted to even attempt to fight back anymore. She pants heavily, her chest heaving as she struggles to catch her breath amidst the haze of pain that clouds her vision. Her mind feels numb; every thought a jumbled mess of confusion and despair as she tries in vain to comprehend how things have gone so terribly wrong.

Slowly, achingly, Angelika forces her eyes open, squinting against the harsh light as she takes in her surroundings once more. She is still strapped down to the cold metal table; the metallic cocks that have violated and humiliated her still buried deep within her body. A mixture of anger and shame burns hot in her chest, making it difficult to even draw a full breath as she steels herself for whatever fresh hell they have planned for her next.

"Please..." she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible above the whirring machinery surrounding her. "I'm sorry... I never meant for any of this to happen..." But even as the words leave her lips, she knows deep down that it doesn't matter; that no amount of apologies or explanations will ever change the truth about what has been done to her and what is yet to come.

"P-please..." Angelika whispers shakily, her gaze flicking nervously between the man holding the controls and the mechanical cocks still buried within her. "I... don't know..." She takes a shuddering breath, forcing herself to meet kaer's eyes as she continues. "Whatever you think is best for your research...for the Reich..."

Her words trail off, leaving the final decision in their hands; a feeling of helplessness and despair weighing down upon her like a leaden cloak. She tries to summon the strength to resist, but it's growing increasingly difficult with each passing moment as exhaustion and hopelessness take their toll on what little remains of her shattered spirit.

In that brief moment, she wonders if perhaps it wouldn't be better if they just ended it now; put her out of her misery once and for all. But even as the thought crosses her mind, she knows deep down that there is no escape from this nightmare; that death would only grant her a temporary reprieve from the torment she has endured and the torment yet to come.

So she waits, heart pounding in her chest, as she awaits their response; dreading the answer even as she hopes against hope that it will be the one that finally brings her relief.

Tears well up in Angelika's eyes once more at the man's chilling words. To think that this is what her life has been reduced to; a mere tool for the Reich's depraved desires. She tries to struggle against the restraints holding her down, but it's useless; they are far too strong and designed specifically for situations like these.

With a shuddering breath, she closes her eyes, steeling herself for what comes next. As much as she dreads it, there is no escaping the inevitable now; her fate has been sealed from the moment she first set foot in this accursed room. All that remains now is to endure and hope against hope that somehow, someway, she might one day find a way out of this living nightmare.

With a muffled sob, Angelika braces herself for another round of degradation and humiliation; praying silently that death will come swiftly when her usefulness has finally run its course.

"No..." Angelika whispers, her voice shaking with anger and desperation. "I will never be a 'honorable Nazi breeding tool'! I am a human being; I have feelings and thoughts and dreams!" She struggles against the restraints holding her down once more, ignoring the sharp pain in her wrists as she tries to break free from this nightmare.

"Let me go! Please! I don't want any of this! I just want my life back..." Her voice breaks on a sob, tears streaming down her face unchecked as she pleads for mercy from the cold, unfeeling machines and their even crueler masters. But her words fall on deaf ears; all she can do now is endure until they decide she's served their twisted purposes well enough to be discarded like so much trash.

And with that thought, a chill settles over her heart like ice; colder and more merciless than anything the machines could ever inflict upon her body. For now, all she can do is wait for death's sweet release; biding her time until fate finally decides to cut her loose from this living hell.