Chapter 4.2: Not Human Ethics
Beatrice burst into laughter, her voice cutting through the tension like a jagged blade. "Alright, guys, listen up. When I say 'go get drugs,' you go get drugs."
Laura chimed in, her tone gleeful and unapologetic. "Yesssss! Sweet and delicious drugs!"
Rookie, Omega Man, Skully, and Frosty exchanged confused glances. "Drugs?" Omega Man muttered.
Beatrice’s expression darkened as she added with a twisted grin, "And no, you can’t refuse. Otherwise, I’ll be the one raping you nonstop for hours with my futanari cock. WAS I CLEAR?"
The group nodded furiously, not fully understanding what "futanari" meant but keenly aware they didn’t want to find out the hard way.
Beatrice clapped her hands, satisfied. "Good. Rookie, you’re staying with me for some special training. The rest of you, go with Carpio and Coco. Continue practicing your murders."
With that, the group dispersed. Carpio and Coco led the others into the forest, leaving Rookie alone with Beatrice and Laura. Laura leaned toward Rookie, her voice dripping with a mix of menace and glee. "Cookie, something very special is coming your way."
Rookie’s brow furrowed. "What is it?"
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20 Minutes Later
Rookie’s screams filled the room as he writhed in a bubbling cauldron of boiling milk. "Bitch! Whore! Slut!" he yelled. "The worst part is where this milk came from!"
Beatrice’s laughter echoed as she stirred the concoction. "Oh, you noticed? Yeah, maybe I did use my organ for the milk. Hehehehe..."
Moments later, Rookie disintegrated into the liquid. Beatrice poured the milk into a series of cups, adding sugar and chocolate. She stirred each one with meticulous precision before handing them to Laura, who placed them on a tray.
"Take these to the boys," Beatrice said with a grin. "Tell them it’s chocolate milk."
Laura smirked. "This will be the best prank ever."
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10 Minutes Later
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Frosty, Skully, and Omega Man were deep into their training, brutally dispatching random victims under Carpio and Coco’s watchful eyes. Laura arrived with the tray of drinks.
"Hey, guys! I brought chocolate milk for everyone!" she said cheerfully.
The three took the cups, drank deeply, and winced at the strange aftertaste. Still, they shrugged it off, chalking it up to another one of Beatrice’s bizarre recipes.
Meanwhile, back at the castle, Beatrice was rolling on the floor, laughing uncontrollably. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I can’t believe my joke worked! Hahahahahaha!" She clutched her sides, her laughter spilling into the halls.
Laura returned with the empty glasses, joining Beatrice in her fit of hysterics.
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After the laughter subsided, Beatrice resurrected Rookie, who groaned as his form reassembled. "Ugh, that was horrible," he muttered.
Beatrice leaned in close. "That was hilarious. But guess what, Cookie? I still see a spark of goodness in you. And you know what that means."
Rookie sighed deeply, resignation etched on his face. "Bitch, you son of a—"
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10 Minutes of Funny Agony Later
Rookie lay sprawled on the floor, crushed, kneaded, raped, and slightly cooked. Despite it all, he still managed to groan, "I hate my life."
Beatrice patted his head mockingly. "See? You’re getting stronger."
Laura giggled. "He’s ready for the next phase."
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3 Hours of Pure Suffering Later
Rookie flexed his new cookie muscles, his form now bulked up and absurdly defined. "I did it. I’m muscled now. And..." He glanced down. "Why do I have a candy cane between my legs?"
Beatrice smirked. "It’s for your training. If you know what I mean."
Before Rookie could protest, Laura entered, dragging a humanoid ice cream creature behind her. She dumped it unceremoniously on the floor. "Here’s your practice target. Have fun."
The sisters left the room, sealing the doors behind them. From the hallway, they watched the chaos unfold through a magical projection.
Sounds of crashing cookies and splattering caramel echoed from within.
Beatrice grinned. "He’s giving it to her hard and uneven."
Laura nodded approvingly. "With all the gear."
The cacophony continued, punctuated by Rookie’s grunts and the creature’s squelches.
Beatrice clapped. "That’s it, Rookie!"
Laura added, "Show her your cookies!"
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Later
Beatrice entered the room, clapping her hands. "Well done, Rookie. Now you’re truly ready to transport the drugs. Sweet, delicious drugs."
Rookie collapsed, utterly spent. "I did it. I’m finally a real cookie."
Beatrice hugged him with exaggerated affection. "I knew you’d make it."
Laura broke the fourth wall, leaning toward the audience. "Between us, here in Oncelands, human rights and ethics don’t exist. At all." She then joined in the bizarre hug between the sisters and the traumatized cookie.
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After the hug, Beatrice clapped her hands again. "Alright, Rookie. Go train with the others. You need to sharpen your assassination skills for the mission."
Rookie nodded weakly, dragging himself toward the training grounds. The sisters watched him go, their twisted smiles never wavering. "He’ll do fine," Beatrice said confidently.
Laura nodded. "More than fine. He’s going to be perfect."