"Damn girl, the body is a brutal mess," said Natasha, looking at the splattered remains that had once been Adithya Thakur.
"Well, I also wanted to give the uniform a full stress test," replied Kavitha, carefully wiping herself with thick paper towels.
The mild disinfectant that the towels were soaked in, easily wicked away the blood and gore, leaving the black leather of her uniform gleaming under the bright white OLED panels of the torture/execution chamber.
"Well, this sure will send a message," chuckled Natasha as she manipulated the controls of the cleaning drones that were carefully scraping the remains off the floor and putting them into biohazard bags, her leather-gloved hands flicking smoothly over the joysticks and buttons.
"You've worked with Senator Goldberg before joining here right?" asked Kavitha.
"I did, but back then, I never realized how she was connected to this Cabal that Saladin had managed to uncover," replied Natasha with a small sigh.
"Well, let's hope she gets the damn message. Master Zakhrov isn't one to cross even if you're some Illuminati type shadow organization," said Kavitha, checking her hair and makeup in a small face compact mirror.
"Indeed," replied Natasha, as the cleaning drones scraped the last of the remains into a biohazard bag.
Kavitha let out a low whistle.
"I can't even smell the remains. These things are amazing," she said, gesturing to the cleaning drones.
"When Master Zakhrov builds something, it's always almost too effective," chuckled Natasha.
She loaded the bags into a pelican case and sealed it.
"Time for a special delivery," she said, as she and Kavitha headed out of the torture/execution chamber, Natasha dragging the pelican case behind her.
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Monica Goldberg sighed as she relaxed in her office chair.
"Clean me good, OK?" she purred to the sex-slave under her desk.
The battered and bruised young woman undid the fly of Monica's pantsuit with trembling hands.
She fought down the urge to retch at the pungent smell of sweat and the sight of the hairy crotch.
The slave leaned forward and began to gently lick Monica's pussy.
Monica let out a low moan as the slave's tongue worked its magic.
"That's it, bitch. Lick me good," she purred.
There was a knock on the office door.
"I'm busy, come back later!" snapped Monica as she slowly approached her climax.
"Ahh! That's the spot," she moaned as her climax hit, releasing her stress.
She shoved her chair backwards and disengaged from the sobbing sex-slave.
"Aww, cheer up doll, you should consider yourself lucky. If I didn't get you, you'd be breeding stock," taunted Monica, as she went to the door.
She opened the door to find a large pelican case had been left for her, with a small card.
She opened the card to find a message written in a slanting cursive script: "Compliments from Sirius Software, Ms. Clarke - Aaron Zakhrov,".
The card fell from her trembling fingers as she recalled the name of "Clarke".
She hesitated, and then opened the case.
Her scream echoed through the office and hallway as she beheld the contents.
Neatly arranged inside the case, were plastic bags filled with crushed and mutilated remains of a human body.
Security quickly arrived, and Monica was gently led away, still sobbing.
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Kavitha ran a hairbrush through her long black hair as she stood in front of a full-length mirror in her quarters.
For good measure, she had changed into a fresh Sirius Software security uniform, and had sent the one she had worn during the execution to The Feminine Professional for a thorough cleaning and conditioning.
She had also taken a shower and washed off the disinfectant and gore that had splattered on her skin.
Her ruby-red lips curved into a smile as she admired her reflection.
"Recalling that still turns me on," she murmured to herself.
She finished brushing her hair, and then twirled in front of the mirror, admiring the way the black leather hugged her slender figure.
"OK, time to shed the executioner and get back into doctor mode," she said pulling on a white lab coat over her uniform.
She grabbed her medical bag and headed out the door, her heels clicking on the polished floor as she made her way out of the employee housing complex and towards her parked red BMW Z4.