Chapter 9 - Mercy: Epilogue

 Three weeks later, somewhere in Zürich:

 For the first time in his life, Sigma concluded that science had failed him. 

 His dream had been that of creating himself the perfect wife. What better candidate for that position than the one and only Angela Ziegler? Sure, the blonde’s reputation was a little stained with the references to her being a possible closeted lesbian or interracial fanatic, but even the finest garment could be washed clean with enough know-how.  

 It was Moira, the damned bitch, who promised that he could take Ziegler and turn her into the most devoted and loving wife, the type that one might see in a 50s American film. Oh, how many of those Sigma watched as he dreamed of his new life with his lovely golden wife. 

 Instead, the drug-addled Irishwoman created a Frankenstein of the 21st century. Ziegler’s beauty and sexuality had been enhanced, that much was as ordered - from the puckered doll lips to the oversized bimbo tits that sat upon her twig-sized waist: the good doctor became nothing more than a walking-talking fucktoy. 

 A fucktoy that understood love as lust and knew nothing of the world, of herself, or of anyone else. All she knew was how to be nice as a child or an unthinking doll might be, to submit without a second like an automaton, and to give and take pleasure as mindlessly as beasts. 

 If Sigma was there, then she would shower him with love as he became the epicenter of her life. If he only stepped out for a minute and another man entered instead, Mercy would become enamored with him instead, saying every romantic thing in the book. 

 I’ll kill that Moira bitch, thought Sigma, blinking away the tears from his eyes. How quickly a noble dream could be snatched from a good soul…

“Darling?” said Mercy. “Are we going somewhere nice?” 

 Sigma sighed bitterly and forced a smile as he put his arm around her. She smelled and looked so good that it was impossible not to be aroused in her presence, especially when she posed such innocent questions. There was nothing he could have asked of her that she would not have done at command. “We are.” 

 The nurse outfit that she wore pushed up her ridiculously large and round breasts, nearly forcing them out of the top. Her ass was now so big and bubbly that it could not be missed either from the back or the front.  Well, there were no complaints about Moira’s handiwork in the visual department. It was her artistry with the mental realm that left much to be desired. 

 At the very least, he knew that she was her property now. Perhaps she would forever remain a toy incapable of offering real comfort and affection… but there were things she could offer. And you are all mine to do with as I see fit, Ms. Ziegler. 

 Mercy knew that the man in front of her was her lover, but she could not understand why he was so upset with her when she would have done anything to make him happy. She could tell from his demeanor that he was not pleased with her. But what have I done wrong?... 

 The angelic bimbo did her best to resemble the women in the images he gave her, so what was wrong?... 

 There was something about the whole situation that left Mercy feeling deeply saddened, though she couldn’t understand why. Life was amazing. Her looks were perfect, just as her lover wanted them, and they were together. So why this total void in her heart? 

 I must be crazy… 

 Mercy followed her man and got into the car with him as he gave the orders to the driver. The address was unrecognizable to her. “Where are we going?” 

 The old man narrowed his eyes. “You don’t know?... That’s your home address. Your colleagues are waiting to give you a welcome home party.” 

 The angel strained to come up with an explanation, but nothing popped into her mind. The more she forced it, the more pained her head came to be. “I don’t remember…” 

 “It matters not. But the men waiting for you are your colleagues and co-workers. Your friends from back in university.”

 A beaming smile came over her face. “Really?! That’s so nice of them!” 

“I know!” said Sigma, coming to laugh in his own way. “I know…” 

 They went together up the elevator that led to her apartment and entered. A whole room of older men dressed in suites yelled “Surprise!” and rushed over at Mercy to greet her. The blonde was so happy that she could not stop smiling as she shook hands with every single one, though she could not for the life of her recall who any of these men were… 

“Angela, you look amazing!” one of them said. Then he turned to Sigma and, as his hand hovered over her chest, asked: “May I?”

“Be my guest. She is all yours for the day.” 

 Mercy was confused to see her older lover withdraw but her mind was flooded with pleasure as soon as the fat man in front of her squeezed her huge tit in his hairy paw. “Ever since you came to my classes, I knew you were only good for one thing Ziegler.” 

 The only thing the mindbroken bimbo could do was toss her head back and laugh, inhaling and exhaling in gasping moans as he alternated the pressure on her breast. “What’s that, sir?” 

 They all laughed at her, but Mercy could only laugh along with them, both happy and deeply confused. The others surrounding her started touching her all over at the same time, sending flares of pleasure across her entire body, especially when they complimented her doll-like physique. 

“You’re a real fucktoy now, aren’t you, Angela?” 

 The words hit her like a bolt of sweet gooey seed delivered right into her brain. “Mhm,” she said, bobbing her head slavishly. “I’m made for pleasure.” 

 The thought should have made her happy and it did make her happy… though it simultaneously came with a sense of grief she could not place. It was best not to dwell on it. She didn’t want to ruin the party for everyone else. 

 The older colleagues wasted no time in underdressing her and feeling her up, then putting her down on her knees where Mercy knew she belonged. As all their filthy and sweaty old cocks came out to cover up her heavenly face, she kissed each in turn like a loving mother, deeply honored to be the focus of so many big strong men. 

“Look at this slut. Someone gave this dumb bimbo a grant to do research?” 

“And accepted her into Overwatch,” another one said. “How ridiculous. Good thing that shitty organization is gone. Have you seen what happened to that Korean girl? A total slut.” 

“Word is there’s some pricey videos up for sale of the others too.” 

“Shit. Even that Pharah girl? I’d pay anything to see the smug look wiped off that cunt’s face.” 

 Mercy listened to them speak as they fucked her throat and slapped their sloppy dicks against her face, though she wasn’t sure why hearing those names brought her so much heartbreak. Sigma told her that she had been involved in Overwatch but it was the most worthless thing she ever did. Feeling sad about that was stupid…

 Especially when she was cleaning the rich smegma off of so many old dicks. What could possibly be better than that? She was getting so wet from the wonderful taste of their gnarled dicks and low-hanging balls that a puddle of juices already formed at her heels.

 One of them started pumping his shaft and rubbing the head against her pouty bimbo lips as the others cried out for him to hold it in. Another ran and got a frame off the wall, then smashed it against the desk and took out a piece of paper from the wall. Grinning, he came back to the circle and handed it to Mercy. 

 The blonde obediently placed it under her face like a bib as the men got ready to cover her up in seed. 

“Holy shit, is that her diploma? Oh my god! Ha! Are you guys filming this?” 

 What a happy day, to make so many men so pleased. All Mercy could hope for was that they would fuck her holes as well and fill her womb and butt up by the end too. Perhaps then this gut-wrenching sadness would go away and stop interfering with her pleasure and joy… 

 Two of the men came at once and shot all over her face, their seed dripping down to the paper she held in her hands. They took their time and stroked their shafts until every drop was milked out and the paper bent under the weight of their seed. Then one of them took it from her and made it into a neat pack, and pushed it into her mouth like a gag. 

“There, isn’t she perfect?”

