"The Rape Machine!" - a story
 

I was designed and genetically engineered to be a sex machine.
My designers were funded by A*Star and the SG government.
They knew that the native Singaporean population was dipping, what with entitled girls and ever materialistic feminists.
I was a recombinant DNA specimen, much like Serpentor in G.I. Joe.
I was designed to be stronger, with better stamina, to fuck for longer and to have a higher sperm count.
Plus, as a recombinant individual, I had certain extra powers that increased my effectiveness.
I was formed of carbon fibre nanites, giving me the shape-shifting capabilities of the T-1000 / Rev-9.
In essence, I was the perfect infiltration, insemination and impregnation agent!

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My designers were hapless, clueless idiots though.
I was given a job debriefing by my programmer on the first day of my new life.
I was to impregnate the female head of department of a government agency.
She was 45, had failed IVF a few times with donor sperm.
Not in a relationship, I was briefed to understand that she was "difficult" with men.
From a connected family, she loved fitness and loved travelling.
160cm / 60kg.
I had been a player in my previous life.
I was given a death sentence for the brutal rape and murder of two 15 year old schoolgirls.
The government had attempted to wipe out my memories.
I had vague recollections of my past.
But I still knew what good pussy was!

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I was shown sex education videos and how to penetrate the woman and pleasure her.
Then there were biological videos explaining the insemination process, zygote formation.
I had been in cryostasis for months, but this was boring as fuck!
I heard the programmer whisper, "He costs more than Changi Jewel!"
The Codename 45 was given to my intended recipient of my insemination abilities.
I was sent out on a mission!

Up my points if you want more! CCB period!

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I was sent over to meet the 45 year old infertile girl.
I was greeted by her at her apartment in the Katong area.
She went on blabbering on how she was elite and went to Tanjong Katong Girl's School and RJC.
I wasn't on a date!
And even if I was a date, why the fuck would I want to know about your last skiing trip in the Italian Alps?
She seemed out of touch with reality and with the sufferings of the common man in Singapore.
I had been in cryostasis for 12 months.
I was the only one to survive my series of experiments.
Next to me, they had experimented on the dead bodies of handsome fools.
I wasn't homosexual, so I didn't know who they were.
Godfrey, Aloysius....
Bodies and DNA they had harvested.
They were still in the experimental phase as their nanite composition was unstable....

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The time had come for sex.
45 stripped off.
I hadn't had pussy for a year since the cops tracked me down and busted me while I was fucking a Thai university student in a derelict shophouse in MacPherson (above a mamak stall).
They came in full SWAT gear. I just took my time and continued fucking the girl and creampied her.
What's a little "Tiger show" for our dedicated Men in Uniform?
I could swear I saw many uncomfortable hard-ons under their full Kevlar armour.
While they were leading me away, I snatched a gun and shot 3 of them dead.
I didn't want to be taken alive.
They tasered me to the ground.
I wonder why they didn't just kill me?

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The court case attracted a lot of media attention.
They gave me this old sanctimonious judge, preaching about my sins in the eyes of Christ.
Weren't the courts supposed to be secular?
Anyways, I recognised him.
I had seen him in Laos, coming out of a brothel.
A special brothel.
Specialising in 15 year olds or younger.
Boys.
My memory was photographic.
I duly reminded him of that.
Including the date and time I saw him leaving, and what he was wearing.
His face had turned pale and he fainted in court.
Court was adjourned.
Next thing I know, rumour has it that we had a new special VIP in Cluster B.
An ex-judge they told me.
But he was special.
They isolated him from general population.
Then one morning, they found him hanged in his room from bedsheets.
On a Sunday.
Ironic.
He had been a popular pastor in the Chai Chee area.
His expertise? Providing counselling to wayward teenage boys...