"First and foremost, I would like to thank you for the military funding you appropriated for this project, General Garcia," said the Biochemist.
General Garcia was astonished while looking at the four previously skinny soldiers in front of him, now baring proud their muscular bodies. The four of them were wearing camouflage shorts.
"Let me just say, Doctor... I am impressed," the General spoke as he moved back and forth the glazed-eyed men in front of him.
"These four men is the first set of graduates of the platoon you enrolled in this experiment," the Doctor explained, "their submission is complete. Without the orders of their assigned leader, they are in this neutral state: no ideas, feelings, sensation and movement. But once the leader gives them orders, they will have all the mental and physical faculties to accomplish the task, at all cost."
The General's urge to touch the arm of one of the graduates was too strong. The muscles underneath it were as hard as steel, "how were you able to make them this... physically potent?"
"The training I gave them not only modified their psychological state, but it also gave them extra-human bodily characteristics," said the Doctor proudly, "they aren't just combat-ready. They have been designed to serve whoever gives them orders. You can ask them to do anything you want."
The General sighed heavily, "anything?"
The Biochemist grinned at him suggestively, "anything. You are the default assigned leader of all fresh graduates. Would you like to try?"
The General remained silent. His mind was filled with lewd acts he wanted to do with his improved soldiers.
The Biochemist went behind him and whispered in his ear, "you don't have to even have to say your commands out loud. They can read your mind and do what you want while you enjoy their service in silence."
The General looked directly at the eyes of the biggest man and made a mental picture of what he wanted to happen.
The soldier smirked, walked towards him, knelt in front of him, unbuckled his belt, removed his pants and sucked on his hard, leaking tool.
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