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ENTRY #1

DATE(S): ............................ REDACTED, REDACTED, REDACTED

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ENTRY #1A

They’re finally ready! After all these months, the first viable batch is ready!

It’s taken four years of work, but it’ll all be worth it soon. If I could go down to the office right now I certainly would…

But alas, I must keep up the facade. Discretion above all and whatnot. Conventions or no, nobody can know about my work. It’d ruin me.

-sigh-

I must be patient… but it’s so hard to maintain my composure when I’m so close! I’ve dedicated my entire life for the past four years to the project; the thought of having to wait even one more day just because of the weekend is excruciating!

Thank god I bought this recorder. I really needed something to vent to. I can’t keep it all pent up in my head anymore. It’d be so much better if I could talk to my therapist about this…

-sounds of scuffling, a chair scraping on the floor-

Tomorrow. I can wait until tomorrow to play with my new creations. Until then…

I suppose I’ll have to satisfy myself with my more mundane toys. Hmmmm… I’ll give Jeremy a call, we did hit it off at Janine’s birthday party last week. I doubt I’ll want to see him again after tonight though…

Ugh, I don’t want to have to deal with all that. I’ll be patient. 

-glass clinking, sounds of pouring-

Soon. It'll all be worth it soon, just a little bit longer.

ENTRY #1B

This is better than I could have hoped for! We have four alive, intact specimens! Well, sort of.

Three have already emerged from their hosts and have nearly completed their metamorphosis with no complications! So far this batch has been extremely promising, but whether or not I can call them a success will depend on the results of future tests. Still though, they’re looking better than any other specimens have yet.

The fourth subject though… That one is weird. It still hasn’t emerged from it’s host yet, although it’s quite obvious it’s host has been dead for quite some time. According to the logs, it’s been over 76 hours since the host perished. The team is keeping it under observation while it’s ———————————.

Urgh…

-audio pauses for several seconds-

God… I hate this. So messy, so barbaric...

Well, on the bright side the lab only has capacity for 3 subjects anyways, so we can just keep the fourth as a backup. And speaking of the lab, I ought to check in and see if the Subjects are ready to be transferred yet. I don't know how much longer I can wait...

ENTRY #1C

I got the news from the techs earlier today that the transfer was a success and that the lab is ready to begin operations, so I just had to come down and see it all for myself.

Now that I'm seeing it in person for the first time, my lab is pretty damn impressive.

This central control station is amazing. From up here I can see all three chambers all at once, and I can control any of the systems in any of the chambers from up here. I mean, I spent a lot of time designing it, but seeing it in person instead of plans on a screen is just something else. That's what you get for paying top dollar for the best computer scientists & engineers to develop your tech for you. Bernard might not be the best name to be associated with, but at least their money’s good. Then again, I did help fund this particular part of this project. If I’m running the show, I’m running it my way. No expense is too great for my vision.

Ah, but I'm getting sidetracked. This cutting-edge containment and observation centre aren’t the things I’m really excited about.

I can see all three of them from up here. Three magnificent Xenomorph specimens of my own design. Three potential scions for a whole new breed of Xenomorph. My magnum opus.

I've been waiting for years for a chance to create my own Xenomorphs, and now they're right here in front of me! The ultimate apex predator, remade & reshaped in my image!

Their magnificent curves & ridges & spirals, so rough yet so elegant;
Their silvery white teeth just waiting to tear into their prey;
Their powerful talons and those sword-tipped tails, strong enough to rip through solid steel.

-shuffling and scraping noises, standing up from chair-

God just thinking about them gives me shivers. Fuck…

Oh, but the best part of the contract with Bernard is that they gave me massive leeway with the designs, so I took the opportunity to make some... improvements on the originals, so to speak. And of course, each and every one of them is male. Obviously. I was the one to design them after all. I mean, even if I didn't it'd be pretty obvious because of the huge, throbbing cocks hanging between their legs. Fuck…

-Bertram's voice drops to a whisper-

I'm trying not to restrain myself while the techs are still here, but I just can't help myself. All three of them have been rock hard this whole time... Fuck, how can I not stare? This is what I've been dreaming about for years, why shouldn't I admire my handiwork; all rock hard and throbbing before me like this, just begging for release...

God, they're all so big too... Especially the one in the centre cell. I mean, they're all bigger than any human I've met, but even relative to the other two he's gigantic.

This isn't a dream come true, this is better than anything I could've dreamed of. It's a good thing I'm standing at the central controls right now, there's no way I could hide how hard I am right now.

-segment trimmed. no commentary from Bertram, audio consists of sounds of work in the background-

God it's taking the grunts forever to finish their shit. I understand why they need to do it, but at the same time I just want them to fuck off so I can

I just have to wait a little longer now. Just a little longer then I'll have them all to myself, then I can get to work. Not long now.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

N/A

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ENTRY #2

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ENTRY #2A

Unfortunately, I didn't have any time to play with my new subjects yesterday. Apparently the containment systems are working just fine, but they've run into some 'minor bugs' with the controls for the manipulator arrays and a bunch of the new equipment. Something to do with the way the controls are wired.

It’s frustrating, but at least they seem competent enough to fix the problem. They told me they’d get it up and running by tomorrow, but it's tomorrow today and it's still not up and running. I politely told them all to fuck off for the rest of the day.

Jesus Christ... Why do I pay these people so much if they can't fix the simplest shit?

Whatever. I guess I'll have to be satisfied with simply observing my subjects for now. I can at least record some detailed notes on this thing.

ENTRY #2B

Subject I is probably the most ‘normal’ out of the three. For the most part, he resembles a standard Xenomorph drone, albeit on the small side. Still, he seems the most energetic of the lot. If he wasn’t locked in a cell I swear he would have tried to pounce on me; and not because he would be trying to eat me.

He totally ignored me when I went to introduce myself, because he was too busy sucking his own dick. I wasn’t that, but fuck me if that wasn’t one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. Watching him just go to down on his own cock like that… He was using his inner mouth to suck himself, but he was getting so into it he that he started fucking his own mouth like a jackhammer.

I told myself I wouldn’t touch myself right away; that I’d have some measure of restrain in the workplace, but the sight of Subject I fucking his own mouth like a dog in heat… Fuck how could I resist? I unbuckled my belt and stood there stroking myself until he came down his own throat.

ENTRY #2C

Subject II… wow, what a monster! If he were any larger he wouldn’t be able to turn around in his cell. According to the stats the transfer team gave me, II comes in with a shoulder height of ten feet; twelve if you include his crest. And his dick is just... monstrous. When he flexed his cock and it slapped against his chest, my heart skipped a beat. I swear I could feel it through my feet. I can’t remember exactly when I started stroking myself, but I must have been staring at his thick, heavy, beastly dick for what felt like ages.

I wonder what it feels like… how it would feel grinding all over my face… Fuck, I hope they fix the manipulators soon. I want to get my hands on him for myself.

So yeah, so far Subject II is my favourite candidate by a long shot. He's hung, he's hard, and he's dying for a hole to fuck, everything I want in a specimen.

Note to self: find out if we can purchase Xenomorph-grade sedatives in bulk. He's going to need a lot more than a standard dosage.

ENTRY #2D

Subject III… I don't want to jump to conclusions here, but I think I have something truly revolutionary with him... and I don’t know whether to be more scared or excited by the possibilities.

His most striking feature is how smooth he is. It’s unlike any other Xenomorph I’ve seen, and I have no idea how he ended up like this, but his carapace is completely smooth and glossy. There were still some bumps and ridges of course - his ribcage was still visible, but it lacks the bumpy ridges of the others.

My genetic re-engineering process is the best this side of Terra, but I’m still astounded by some of the unintended side effects sometimes. It keeps things interesting at least, and this one… he may be the most interesting one yet.

To start with, he leaks like a broken tap. He was hard like all the others, but my god his cock was drooling nonstop the entire time. There were puddles all over the floor. We’re going to need mops to clean up after him if he keeps this up.

But that’s still not even the most interesting part.

God how do I even describe it? This might sound a little crazy, but the best way to describe him was… enthusiastic. First of all, he's been masturbating the whole time I've been here. Like, actually masturbating. He hasn't just been standing there with a raging hard like Subjects I or II; he's using his hands to stroke his cock masturbate. He's been changing up how fast he strokes himself, smearing his pre-cum over his shaft, gyrating his hips… Hell, at one point he even turned around and raised his tail, flashing his ass at me. The whole time it like he was trying to be seductive; like he was enjoying me staring at him; like he knew I was enjoying the show he was putting on.

But when he started to copy me… Well, that’s when I knew that this one was going to be something special. He walked right up to the cell, pressed the tip of his cock against the glass in front of me, and started mimicking how I was stroking myself. God. what a sight…  the wet spot he made on it when he was swirling his dick over that glass for me... pre-cum was running down the glass like water…

I didn't last long after that. I came all over the glass, right where his dick was pressed against it... I want to feel him rubbing his cock all over mine just like that...

-heavy breathing, muttering swearing-

He didn't last much longer than I did, and oh my lord whatever else I’ve said about Subject III, he is a breeding stud if ever I’ve seen one. He came like a goddamn firehose. By the time he ran dry he was soaked up to his ankles from the splashback, and the puddle he made...

How the hell can he cum so much? Where did he even keep all that? I'll need to run the tests first before I I finalize anything, but Subject II might have some fierce competition for primary candidate.

ATTACHED NOTES:

Observations:

 - All subjects meet project objectives, will require further rigorous testing to other requirements.

 - Submit samples for cross-compatibility studies.

 - Female Xenomorph genetic re-engineering process still stalled. Require Queen Xenomorph samples to make significant process, as reproductive cycle may not be entirely genetic. 

 - Environmental epigenetic factors? Requires further research, which requires live Queen sample. Inquire.

Adtl. Notes:

 - Get janitor bot to clean up messes.

 - Reinforce manipulator arms in Subject II’s cell

 - Water supply for Subject III, concerned about dehydration due to excessive fluid production

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ENTRY #3

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ENTRY #3A

Well, I've got some good news and bad news.

The bad news is that most of the lab equipment controls are still inoperable. Something caused a short somewhere in some system or other, and the engineers need to replace five different control circuit boards; so most of the fun lab equipment is still offline. I've got the team working overtime now to get the lab up to full operational status, but apparently it'll still take a few days. Ugh.

But the good news is that the manipulator arm controls are working. They have their own control circuit loop because of the haptic control loop or something. I don't know, I stopped paying attention like halfway through his explanation. The important thing is that the manipulator arrays are working and that’s what matters!

Oh, and as a bonus, it turns out we had an entire barrel of a sedative agent that we that the Xenos are really sensitive to! The chemist warned me that it wears off quickly, but that’s perfect for my needs.

The team is putting it in the aerosolizers now, I'm just waiting until they're done before I do some... hands-on work.

-laughter-

ENTRY #3B

Sooooo....

It might not've be the best idea to test out the manipulator arms on Subject II first, but I just couldn’t help myself. I just have to get my hands on him. I asked the Lead Engineer if the array could restrain gim, and he said it should be capable of holding a subject at least twice Subject II's size, so I shouldn’t have anything to worry about.

The controls are really intuitive as well. Whoever I hired to design this thing should get a bonus, because it’s brilliant! It’s a pair of gloves that I put on, and then when I switch them on, I can control a series of manipulators like they’re my own arms! There’s 6 of them in total, and they can split into even smaller arms to grab onto all the protruding bits of a speciment to get a good grip on them if I need to. Oh, and there's this toggle switch too where- shit, I'm getting sidetracked.

Point is, these things are awesome! I wonder if I can license this gear to Bernard once this is over. They’ll pay a mint for gear like this.

ENTRY #3C

Restraining Subject II was easier than I anticipated. I’m still getting used to the controls, but I sedated him before I started so he wouldn't resist while I got him locked down so it didn't take too long. Now I'm just waiting to see if the array can keep him restrained when he'd not sedated. I can’t take any chances with a Xenomorph his size, the last thing I want is him getting out of the restraints while I'm in there, but it's been about... thirty minutes now, give or take.

-chair creaking-

God... I don’t think I can wait much longer. The sedatives should've worn off by now, and he hasn't managed to break free. If he could've escape he probably would've by now.

-sounds of shuffling, standing-

I’m going in…

ENTRY #3D

I'm back. Oh my GOD Subject II is so much bigger when you’re standing next to him. I know ten feet at the shoulders is big, but you don’t get how big he is until you’re standing next to him. He’s a true behemoth of a Xenomorph. If he'd managed to break free while I was in there, I’d be dead before I knew he got out.

…But that just makes standing between his legs and running my hands over his massive cock even more thrilling. Subject II is a big fucking boy. I couldn’t even wrap my hands all the way around his cock near the base, he’s that thick. If his dick wasn’t tapered, there’s no way he’d be able to fit in any hole that wasn’t Queen sized. Lucky for him, I like that, and I made sure to let him know.

I could actually feel his heartbeat through his dick while I was stroking him. When I felt him pulsing in my hand, twitching off my palm and feeling the sheer weight of his dick as it slapped back down. God, and then there was the smell of it...

-sounds of shuddering, then clearing throat-

A-anyways, based on my... observations, the Xenomorph phallus is very sensitive; which lines up with the template designs perfectly. All it took was a few seconds of running my hands along his length before his dick was rock hard & throbbing.

I stroked his cock nice and hard as a reward for being so well endowed. He really liked it when I squeezed the tip of his cock and sorta twisted it. It turns out that Xenomorph dicks are prehensile too! I didn't put that in the template either, so that's more like an unexpected bonus. It's not quite as flexible as a tentacle, but still has enough grip to grip my forearm with considerable strength, even when he got really leaky.

Similar to their saliva, Xenomorph pre-cum is slippery, sticky, and it does not wash off easily. It tastes surprisingly sweet though, almost syrupy. I’ll have to have my biology team run some tests on it to find out what's in it. It didn't taste like glucose exactly, so maybe some kind of sucrose?

Note to self: I'll have to work on his stamina. It only took ten minutes to get him from half-mast to rock hard and slapping against his chest again. God the sound it makes… fuck.

Also, I might need some assistance for manual sample collection. It was so hard to keep my grip towards the end, it kept slipping out of my grasp whenever he started throbbing. I had to pin his dick under my arm so I could finish him off. Once I did though he didn’t even last a minute. I just jerked and twisted and massaged the tip of his cock as fast as I could until he popped. Well, it was more of a torrent. Whatever else I engineered into these boys, you can’t say I skimped on virility.

I didn't get an accurate measure of volume, but he came at least half a litre, although it might be closer to a full litre if I count pre-ejaculate. I’ll have to get some more samples once more equipment is back online. Of course I just had to have a taste for myself. It's just as sweet as his pre-cum, an unintended but not at all unwelcome side effect.

All in all, Subject II is a promising candidate. I'm looking forwards to conducting a full battery of tests on him once the lab is fully operational.

ATTACHED NOTES:

Manipulators work better than anticipated. File patent ASAP.

Subject II difficult to restrain. Must firmly restrict movement of all appendages or he will break free.

Method:

1. Restrain tail
2. Restrain head/crest. Use 2 appendages to clamp onto dorsal spines
3. Restrain arms, then legs. Restrain @ wrists/ankles.

Get a bucket or a jug with volume measurements. Sample containers too small to fit on Subject II.

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ENTRY #4

DATE: ............................ REDACTED

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ENTRY #4A

If these morons weren't the only people who knew how the lab worked, I would've fired their useless asses by now!

The lab still isn't fully operational. According to the lead engineer, it’s going to take longer than expected to replace all the components that were damaged by the short, so I'll have to wait even longer until I can use the new toys I wanted to.

-heavy breathing, chair scraping-

It's fine... It's fine... look on the bright side...

-silence continues for several minutes-

I mean... the whole frustrating beyond belief, but I suppose there's certain rustic charm about conducting my research the old fashioned way. I do love working hands-on with my subjects. And the manipulator arrays are working properly, so that's nice. Collecting samples by hand would be far too dangerous otherwise. God I don't know what otherwise, I've been waiting for so long...

Hmmm...

I played with Subject II yesterday... I kinda want to play with him again, but I really should try out the other two beforehand. But which one? Decisions, decisions...

ENTRY #4B

I spoke too soon! Sort of. Most of the lab equipment is still offline, but someone from Cargo found an old automatic extractor buried in a back corner of the bay! That'll make it way easier to get the samples I need off to the biologists for testing. My arms are still sore after yesterday.

Besides... As much as it pains me, I can't just spend all day playing with the Subjects, I do have to get some actual testing done. A breeding programme is useless if the breeders can’t… well, breed. NOw let's see here...

-sounds of mechanical whirring, then winding down-

Yup, still works!

It’s a simple device, just a plastic cylinder with an inner sleeve of flexible plastic attached to a vacuum pump. The end is threaded so it can be connected to a sample container via a rubber hose. It’s remarkably mundane, not nearly as versatile - or fun - as the models installed in each of the cells. It's only a one-size-fits-all deal, and it doesn't have any of the fancy vibrators, suctions settings, brushes and other extraction implements mine do, but it still works and that's what matters!

The real question is, which one of these lucky boys gets to test it out first...

ENTRY #4C

Unfortunately, I can't get any samples from Subject II with this thing. It wasn't nearly big enough for him, and I had to hold his cock still so that he'd stop slipping out of it. It wasn't even worth it either, I barely got anything in the sample container.

It doesn't help that I wrung the big boy dry yesterday either, but can you blame me? I’ve always wanted to have a hulking behemoth like him to myself for so, so long... I just couldn't help myself. Hell, if Bernard were paying me less than they were, I’d be tempted to keep him for myself.

I’ll come back and collect a proper sample from him once the built-in milking machine is operational. He should be more than pent up enough to give me a nice, big, thick sample by then.

ENTRY #4D

Now, I’ll be the first to admit that I tend like my subjects on the larger end, but oh my lord Subject I is trying his damndest to win me over.

He's the smallest of the trio by far, and that's by design. He barely stands six feet tall, and while his dick is impressive compared to a human's, it’s puny compared to Subjects II and III.

That being said, he's more than making up for it with his sheer enthusiasm. By the time I got him restrained and got the equipment set up, he was so stiff that he wasn’t even twitching. The sleeve fit him perfectly too. But do you wanna know the best part? He's the perfect size for the extractor, and I didn't have to hold it on him at all As soon as I lined him up it slid right on and started pumping away, which gave me plenty of opportunity for... additional observations.

It turns out the little guy has quite the set of lungs on him too. I didn’t know that Xenomorphs were capable of moaning and hissing like that. I’m going to bring the recorder with me next time so I can record some of them to listen to later, it was way hotter than I expected. 

I also took the opportunity to explore his body a little bit; get a good feel for him, so to speak. I've heard only heard it second-hand before, but now I can confirm Xenomorphs don’t feel slimy or greasy at all. Their domes are smooth and shiny like a marble countertop, but they've got this dry, almost a matte texture to the more rigid parts exoskeleton; at least when it's not covered in slime or pre-cum.

Anyways, I ran my hands all over his legs; his chest; the base of his tail; just to hear the whining sounds he made when I ran my hands over him, but then…

Unnnf …

But then I ran my hands under his tail and I felt his tailhole. I just barely brushed my fingers over it, but God it felt so soft and supple compared to the rest of his body.

Mmmmm, and the noises he made… the barest touch was enough to make him shriek and whine like a bitch in heat.

God… and then when he just took two of my fingers up to the knuckle without even flinching, and he fucking loved it. He couldn’t break free of the arms gripping him in place, but he was trying his damnedest to push back into me. When I shoved a third digit inside him, he just whined and pushed back even harder.

And when I found his prostate… Fuck. I’ll never forget the noises he made, or how hard he clenched around my fingers, or how he kept throbbing & squirting every time I pressed my fingers into his cum-button. Even after he stopped orgasming, I kept massaging it for god knows how long; gently grinding into that spot over and over again; pressing so deep & hard into his prostate to milk every last drop out of him…

It must’ve worked too. He filled the entire sample container and then some. I didn't see it happen - I was a little pre-occupied after all - but at some point he'd managed to overflow the whole assembly and he made a puddle on the floor below him.

I think I might have the first recorded instance of a submissive bottom Xenomorph on my hands. I’ll need to repeat the experiment though; I'll need to test my thesis very rigorously.

ENTRY #4E

Fuck me, it’s getting late.

Okay, so I got sidetracked and ended up playing with Subject I for a lot longer than I thought, and I filled another sample container for my efforts. I recorded some of the noises... fuck I'm going to have shivers listening to that when I get home tonight.

My plan was to get a sample from Subject III today as well, but I suppose I’ll have to wait until tomorrow for that; and as much as I’d like to do it, I can’t pull a double-shift tonight. I have to attend the Bruce’s stupid anniversary party in an hour, and the last thing I want is for those fucking piranhas to start asking uncomfortable questions. God they’re so… ugh, whatever.

Tomorrow. There’s always tomorrow.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Butt-plugs. Big ones. I want to test Subject I’s flexibility & capacity.

Subject III seemed… disappointed. I’m certain that’s just me projecting, but I want to make it up to him tomorrow.

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ENTRY #5

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ENTRY #5 A

I fucking overslept! I knew I should have just skipped that stupid fucking party but nooo! Andrea just had to insist that I attend their stupid anniversary gala. I swear if she wasn’t my sis-

-sounds of cars, horns honking, wind blowing-

Yeah fuck you too asshole! These goddamn drivers, I swear… I’m not gonna be late just because I was hungover and slept through my alarm. I’m not going to waste any more of my time on these asinine social events until the job is done.

My time is too precious to waste on such mundane bullshit.

ENTRY #5 B

It’s the weekend… I totally forgot it was the fucking weekend today.

God I’m a fucking idiot.

I could have just slept off all that champagne and cognac in my own bed instead of this puny office. Goddamn, I would kill to run a nice, hot bath right now. Just soak and relax and…

Wait a minute. It’s the weekend…

Nobody else is here today.

ENTRY #5C

One downside of nobody being here today: the lab still isn’t fixed. I swear to god if the techs don’t fix this shit by next week I’m going to throw something at them. How hard is it to replace a set of stupid circuit boards…

-sharp gasp, wincing-

Fuck… ow! Goddamn hangover.

-drinking water-

Whatever. I really wish my lab equipment was online. My arms are still kinda sore from all the hands-on work I've had to do...

Still, I can’t deny how satisfying it's been. Y'know, even after I landed the contract I never though the day would actually come when I could get my hands on a real-life Xenomorph, but now I have three! I've runmy hands all over a Xenomorph’s pitch black hide, I've felt their arousal thorbbing in my hands, I've made them scream in ecstasy as I took everything I wanted from them…

God, just thinking about it is getting me hard. I wonder… Well it’s not like it’s a work day today. I can have a little fun. I deserve to have a little fun. But which one should I-

- Bertram stops speaking, silence continues for several seconds-

Oh fuck...

-chair scraping-

Well, I think I know who I'm going to play with today.

ENTRY #5D

Subject III is… God it’s so hard to think right now. Holy shit...

It's been about... twenty minutes since I left the cell, but...

-speech becomes indiscernible, interspersed with heavy breathing-

Okay... get it together. Deep breaths Bertram, deep breaths.

-deep, rhythmic breathing-

Okay, from the top...

Restraining Subject III was much easier than I anticipated. I forgot to administer the sedative before I got the array up & running, but he was remarkably docile compared to the other Subjects. He didn't resist being restrained at all. But when I opened his cell...

God, the smell... As soon as I opened the hatch it was like getting hit in the face by a wave of pure hot, thick sex. Except it wasn't just a smell though...

Fuck… How do I describe it...?

-muffled breathing-

As soon as I breathed it in, it was like I was breathing in an electric firestorm. It was like being hit in the face with an stun-gun, then it was like my whole chest was on fire and I was burning from the inside out and my whole body was tingling & searing all at once and...

Fucking hell it felt fucking incredible. It was like being drunk and stoned at the same time, with the added effect of making me feel stupid fucking horny. I think I might've cum in my pants at some point, but if I did I couldn't tell... And the effect it only got more and more intense the longer I stayed there, and then...

-groan, heavy breathing-

And then the next think I remember I was licking Subject III's tailhole. No... no I wasn't I wasn't just licking his asshole, I was making out with his butt. I was eating him like I was dying of starvation, drinking him in like a man dying of thirst. I worshipping him. My mouth was a brush and his rear was a canvas, dying to be painted by my tongue...

…Holy fuck what the fuck am I saying? Fuck… why do I feel it so vividly? 

And... and why do I want to go back in there and just weld my face back onto his butt again... It’s as if I can still feel his asshole clenching on my tongue, I can feel him twitching under my lips; on my hole while the little human’s mouth sends shivers down my tail…

God… It’s... I can feel… no, no that’s not… What the fuck is going on?

-scraping, grunts, feet shuffling-

What… who…?

-sounds of crashing, audio abrubtly cuts out-

ENTRY #5E

Well, I think I blacked out, because I woke up on my side on the lab floor. I don’t know how much time passed while I was out… Fuck, I don’t know what the hell is up with Subject III. I’ve never seen anything like this.

I don’t know what the hell kind of genetic sorcery I stumbled into when I made him, but… just imagine…

-silence, faint sounds of breathing-

I think it's safe to assume Subject III's exudes some kind of chemical... or like... I don't know.... something with mind-altering properties. I need to check my notes. I don't remember what I put in his template that could've caused this...

-B---- mutters to himself, inaudible-

I… I need to learn more about III. Whatever he is - whatever I’ve made - it's not just a Xenomorph. It's something else too. It's like...

It kinda reminds me of that one ancient greek myth. The one about the things that lured sailors overboard with their songs? What were- Sirens! That's it! Subject III is like a siren, and I was the sailor. Only his song was his scent, and instead of drowning me he...

-Bertram stops talking, sighs-

God, I'm so fucking out of it. I hope the effects wear off soon. I'm getting hungry and I wanna go home, but there's no way I can drive like this. My head is still loopy, and the constant hard-on isn't helping...

Well, at least the break room fridge is full, so I’m not gonna go hungry. It’s a dick move, but fuck it I’ll throw the whole team a pizza party or something to make up for it. Fuck it, I'll buy pizza every day if they get the lab fixed this week! That’ll get their asses moving…

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

4 hours: Still feeling the effects. Head is still spinning.

6 hours: Effects beginning to fade. Horrible headache, dry throat.

9 hours: Effects have worn off. Feel like shit. Afraid to take painkillers, unsure of possible drug interactions. Going to try to sleep it off in my office until I can take a cab home.

Notes: Beef up ventilation system in Subject III’s cell. Suspect aerosolized drug/pheromones. Sending air & fluid samples to biology lab for analysis on Monday.

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ENTRY #6

DATE: ............................ REDACTED, REDACTED

TRANSCRIBED ................ REDACTED

ENTRY #6A

Goddamn, it's been a busy week.

The batteries in my recorder died, I think it drained the battery when I… er, had my sleepover at the office. I kept meaning to go get them myself, but I’ve been so busy that I kept putting it off. Thankfully I came to my senses and remembered that interns exist for a reason.

I'm almost ashamed to admit it, but I missed having it. It’s nice having something to talk to about things, especially the stuff I can't talk to anyone else about. I can’t talk about my work with anyone. Jesus, Bernard doesn't fuck around with their NDAs do they? I’ve had to sign some NDAs before, but this one was something else. Even my employees have to be kept in the dark about the nature of the project, even the biology & science teams. Besides, even if I wanted to spill the beans, what the fuck would I tell them? I can't tell anyone I'm grooming my subjects to be my personal playthings. At least a recorder can’t judge me. Or snitch on me.

Whatever. I’m just glad nobody knows I have this thing. Bernard sure know how to run a tight ship. I mean, I know that the Bernard rep doesn’t want this getting out, but seriously who the hell is that paranoid? No recording devices near the Subjects at all? That’s so dumb.

Shit, I probably shouldn’t even be saying this much… but hey, it’s not like they’ll ever hear this, right? Besides, where the hell else is ——- gonna get someone to do this for him?

Ah shit! Fuck! I shouldn’t have said that!

Erm… How do I…? Does it rewind? Fuck it, I’ll figure it out later.

ENTRY #6B

Okay, so I got a bunch of results back from the lab this morning and I've spent most of the day flipping through them.

Um... Okay, let's start with the fertility analysis. Based on the results for so far - and the specialist's opinion - it seems like Subject III is the best candidate for producing viable offspring by a longshot. His virility, sperm count and quality, and sheer volume are leagues above either Subject I or II. I mean, the other two aren’t exactly sterile, but if you're looking for a specimen to be the Father of a whole new species of Xenomorph - Subject III is the obvious choice...

... and yet, I still have some reservations about pitching him as the primary candidate. Subject I is the least fertile, but he's the easiest to control. Subject II is better fertility-wise, and he's also a fucking behemoth so if Bernard's looking for something along those lines he'd be a better choice. Subject III...

-silence, shuffling papers-

I still need more information about Subject III before I put him forwards as the primary candidate. The air-sample analysis came back today too, and my theory about Subject III exuding some sort of aphrodisiac and/or pheromone was correct. The bio-chemist did whatever organic-chemistry sorcery scientists do, and she confirmed the presence of multiple complex compounds that appear to be a sort of… well the way she described it was, and I quote a "fucked-up cocktail of non-lethal neurotoxins & psychedelics that targets just about every part of the nervous system in one way or another".

I'm paraphrasing here, but essentially III exudes a complex cocktail of chemicals that acts as an extremely potent, long lasting aphrodisiac that alters the victim's state of mind in a myriad of ways we don't understand yet. In addition... Where is it... here it is. In addition, she's requested more samples from Subject III so that she can run more targeted tests on lab animals. That wouldn't be too difficult if the lab was fully operational, but...

-Bertram sighs, goes silent for several minutes-

Hmmm... Now that I think about it, I wonder... Subject III is capable of producing a mix of aerosolizeable chemicals scent so potent enough to get you high just from inhaling it, but how does he exude the scent in the first place? How does his body manufacture it? Is the mix of chemicals only in his scent, or is it also in his bodily fluids? If so, which ones?

I need more information, and I need more samples to get more information, and that's a problem unless I want to get gassed again...

Do we have any PPE on site? I need to make some calls.

ENTRY #6C

I called Stores. It turns out that we don't have any HAZMAT suits, which is a problem. I ordered a bunch, but they'll take a while to get here.

However we do have some respirators with chemical air filters for lab use. This should work in the meantime. I hope.

I’m in the lab again, and I've already got Subject III locked down. All that’s left is to go in there and actually collect some samples. I want as many different samples as possible for comparison; air, saliva, pre-ejaculate, cum, everything. It's a good thing he's so goddamn leaky, I should be able to get more than enough of each for the bio-chemist to work with. I just need to be careful to monitor my condition.

-noise as Bertram dons a respirator, voice is muffled. Best-guess transcription provided-

Okay, I'm ready. Wish me luck.

ENTRY #6D

Samples acquired!

-panting-

Okay, so the bad news is that respirator didn’t work perfectly, but the good news is I just feel kinda buzzed compared to last time. Even so, I'm experiencing some... visible side effects. As is, I've gathered more than enough for the bio-chemist to work with. 

Under ordinary circumstances I might've been tempted to manually gather the samples, but until I know exactly what I'm dealing with I don't want to get anything he produces on me, and I didn't think to bring gloves with me. Thankfully the old auto-extractor worked perfectly well. It might've worked too well actually. I don't know if I've properly given you the impression of just how productive III really is. I filled two and a half containers just with his pre-cum before he finally popped, and another tank and a half with the real deal.

God, I think I was right again about his other body fluids being contaminated with the aphrodisiac too. I can smell it coming from the containers from over here. It smells like burning marshmallows... or maybe caramel. I should put the respirator back on, I can feel myself getting lightheaded. Good God III, what did I do with your template to make you like this?

-sounds of exertion, metal scraping on concrete-

Gotta wash this shit off real quick. Gonna use the hose in III's cell.

Entry #6G

Subject III... He... He...

I was washing one of the tanks off... He somehow got his tail free and he...

I tripped, and... spilled a whole container over myself...

I couldn't stop myself... I...

-Bertram groaning, sounds of exertion-

I don't know how long... was in there... Can't remember...

Can't remember anything but his ass clenching around my cock... milking me dry...

So sore... Need water...

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

- Sent full battery of samples from all subjects to bio-chemist for testing; awaiting results.

- Effects of III's aphrodisiac reduced by respirator, not eliminated entirely.

- AVOID DIRECT CONTACT WITH SUBJECT III UNLESS STRICTLY NECESSARY! HIGHLY DANGEROUS!!

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ENTRY #7

DATE: ............................ REDACTED, REDACTED

TRANSCRIBED ................ REDACTED

ENTRY #7A

So... it's been a few days since the incident with Subject III. Two or three, I can't quite remember how many. Feeling sick as hell, like a headcold without the cold.

I can't remember everything that happened afterwards, but I made it to my office somehow. Dunno how long I locked myself in there. My dick is still red and raw though, so probably a while.

I called Andrea yesterday, and I'm staying over at her place for a few days. At least until I feel better. She was pissed at me for making her drive out to get me on her anniversary, but she's never been any good at staying mad at me.She cooled off once I told her I was sick, probably from work stressing me out. If only she knew.

-long sigh, followed by several minutes of silence-

I heard back from the biochemist today. S'why I'm recording right now. Turns out I spilled or 'contaminated' all of the samples I collected when I tripped, so they need to get brand new ones. All that work, wasted...

Fuck...

Oh, and to top it all off, apparently the techs finally fixed the lab controls. They got the whole place up and running right when I can't fucking use it! Whoop-dee-fucking-doo!

-several more minutes of silence-

I don't like it, but I think I'm going to give the biochemist permission to collect new samples from Subject III herself. She's been hounding me with emails about it non-stop all day, and I'm too fucking tired and sore and sick to do it myself. I really, really don't like it, but I just don't

God, get a grip Berty! It won't kill you to let someone else handle the subjects this one time!

-more silence-

…Fuck it, I'm calling in sick again. My head is still fuzzy... so foggy...

Stupid fuckin' Xenomorph… I don't know how he got his tail free...

If Bernard wasn't paying me a fuckload of money, I'd-!

-long exhalation-

Just relax Berty... Just relax. You can deal with this shit later...

Whatever. I'm going back to bed.

ENTRY #7B

Subject III… I swear to God if I wasn’t being paid to keep him alive, I’d fucking execute him on the spot.

So while I was gone the biochemist collected some fresh samples from Subject III. No problem there, right? Well as it turns out, the concentration of the chemical mix was much, much lower than expected. Like, several orders of magnitude less.''Bone dry" was the term she used. The sample was completely unusable.

There’s a few theories running around the group about why that is, but me? I know the reason.

It's because he knew. I can't prove it, but Subject III fucking knew. I don't know how, or why, but he fucking knew. It was intentional. There's no way in hell those samples should be 'bone dry'. That shit knocked me off my ass for a week, and there was nothing!? He did it on purpose! He had to have done! He's fucking with me... And....

...and if he's fucking with me, that means he's intelligent.

Fuck. Fuck!

Entry #7B

Okay... Soooo Subject III intelligent. Cool. Neato. I totally put that in the template. Yup, definitely meant to do that. Totally not a complete anomaly.

Fuck! FuuuucK!

Sure. Yeah. Fine. Totally fine. I don’t give a shit. Just roll with it Berty, just roll with it. Don't question it. It just is.

..God, it explains so much! The abnormal behaviour, the masturbating, the tripping, the aphrodisiac concentrations; all of it. And that's all I know it does! What else can he do? What other shit is he gonna pull out of his ass?

Honestly, at this point, if it was up to me, I'd just fucking kill him now. If I’m right - and I know I'm fucking right - he’s too dangerous to keep alive. This kinda shit never turns out well. Never has. Ever, not fuckin' once! Jesus...

-silence, followed by sigh-

Unfortunately, it isn’t up to me. According to the contract, they belong to Ber-err... the Company. Fuck, me...

And goddamnit, I need this to work out! Fuck! I’ve sunk too much money into this shit already. I fuckin' mortgaged my estate for this! I... I can't risk it, not yet. After trials, maybe... I'll need to think about it. For right now, I think I need to change up my approach with Subject III.  He gets special treatment...

-Bertram pauses, mutters to himself inaudibly-

...Gonna put that little fucker in his place. I’m running the fucking show. If he wants to play games, fine. But we play by my rules.

ENTRY #7C

-sound of hatch closing, muffled footsteps-

Hello Subject III. Are you surprised to see me? I hope so, I imagine you’re used to everyone leaving by now. Unfortunately for you, you’re not going to be resting tonight.

-swishing, light smacking sound-

See this? This is a riding crop. I had no idea what the hell these things were until an ex-boyfriend introduced me to them. Not to blow my own horn or anything, but I'd say I've gotten pretty good at using these things since then.

-crop swishing, sound of impact. Subject III screeching-

I have a pretty - strong backhand too.

-unintelligible cursing, rapid footsteps-

Oh you sneaky little fucker! You almost got me.

-crop swishing, sound of impact-

Don't play fucking games!

-swish, impact-

With!

-swish, impact-

ME!

-swish, impact-

Stupid!

-impact-

Fucking!

-impact-

Bug!

-several impacts- 

Fuck!

-several more impacts in rapid succession-

YOU!!

-panting, heavy breathing-

Yeah, you like that? Not so fucking smart now, are... are.... are you…?

Fucking... You're getting off on this, aren't you?

-several rapid impacts-

Oh... Yeah you fucking are. Christ, I really made a fuckin' freak, huh? I don't know whether to be more pissed at you or impressed at myself.

-multiple impacts-

Listen up. I don't care what you are, but I will make one thing crystal-fucking-clear right now.

You.

- impact -

Belong.

- impact -

To.

- impact -

Me.

- impact -

And if you pull ever-

- impact -

-pull that bullshit with me again, I will end you.

-impact, followed by panting-

But, if you behave...

-swish, hard impact-

Do you understand me, Subject III?

-hissing, gargling-

-swishing, hard impact-

Yeah, that’s what I fucking thought.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Subject III got the message. Will proceed with trials as normal, but adjust plans if necessary.

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ENTRY #8

DATE: ............................ REDACTED

TRANSCRIBED ................ REDACTED

ENTRY #8A

I think I’ve got things back under control. I've had no further issues with Subject III so far. In fact, ever since implementing my... corrective measures, shall we say, he’s been remarkably cooperative. I’ve personally been able to extract more than enough samples for everyone who needs it and then some. He's remarkably productive. I'm not sure if he even has a refractory period, and if he does I haven't seen it yet.

And in other good news, I don't even have to do the extractions by hand anymore, because the lab is fully operation now! No more delays from manual sample collections, no more delays due to maintenance or bugs, and no more getting my hands dirty... unless I feel like it of course. I must admit, I've grown sort of fond of working so intimately with the subjects. Sure it's messy and there's the obvious risk to myself, but it's so much more... satisfying, y'know?

-Bertram clears his throat-

Anyways, back on topic. I want to gather a full battery of fluid samples from Subjects I and II today for chemical analysis. I don't want any repeats of the incident with Subject III, so I'm going to get ahead of that. Besides, if there are any similar chemical oddities between them I can cross-reference it and maybe find out what in the III's template made him so... this. I checked my notes on him last night, but I couldn't find any probable culprits in the patterns.

Whatever. I've got plenty of time to do that after work.

ENTRY #8B

Alright, so I've got the sample extractors running on Subjects I and III right now, but Subject II is causing some problems.

I can't... line his stupid dick up with the...

-Bertram muttering, faint sounds of machinery whirring in background-

Goddamnit! Slipped free again! Fuck! It's easy with the other two, but Subject II is squirming like hell... And every time... I try to get the extractor's sleeve on II's dick...

Shit! That happens! His dick start bucking like a bull, and I have to start all over again. It doesn't help that he's just so fucking big either. The biggest sleeve size barely fits on him. I'm honestly kinda afraid he might tear it if I manage to get the sleeve on him, and ordering replacements isn't exactly quick & easy...

Nah, fuck this. I'll just do it myself the old fashioned way.

-Transcription Note: faint rustling of fabric is interspersed throughout audio for rest of recording. Bertram likely intended to turn recording device off, but did not do so-

-several minutes of noise & indiscerable muttering, then sound of cell door opening & closing-

Hey big fella. You've been real rowdy today. You must be so pent up... God, yeah I can smell it from here. 

-deep growling from subject -

Don't worry, don't worry. I'll take care of it for you... Just stay still... Let me put this... there we go.

Where was this good behaviour earlier? We could've been milking this hard, fat cock by now if you stopped thrashing around so much.

Oh... Oh I see how it is... You wanted me to do this instead of the machine huh?

-subject growls accompanied by several dull slapping sounds-

Ah, shit! Fuck... I love it when you do that. God... You're making a mess all over yourself.

-several more loud slaps-

Mmmmfuck yeah... that’s it big guy, keep going…

-several more loud slaps-

Mmmfuck! So pent up... Don't worry stud, I'll take care of you.

Ah fuck, so hot... so hard... That dumb machine doesn't feel nearly as good as my hands, hmm?

-deep hissing, growling-

Yeah it they are... I'm so much better than that lifeless machine... Mmmm-yeah just like that, fuck…

God, you're throbbing so fucking hard.

-deep growl, grunting-

Fuckyeah, that’s it big boy. Fuckin' give it to me... Oh shit!

-loud grunting, machinery whirring and straining-

Oh... Ohhh fuck that's hot... I can feel you throbbing so between my legs...

Yeah... yeah that's it stud. Keep going.

I want a nice, big, fat sample running down my thighs. Give it to me big boy, c'mon.

-loud grunting, groaning-

Ohhfuck…  Here, lemme rub that in for you… Mmmmmmm…

ENTRY #8D

Subject II samples acquired. I wrung that big boy dry, so I'll have to wait for a couple of days before I can get enough out of him for it to be worth it.

Subject I however... He's more like his other brother. He's popped like three or four times already, but he's still trying his best to hump the thing like a dog with a pillow. He's not even that hard anymore, but...

-laughter-

Well, I can't really blame him. I wasn't much better when I was a teenager.

Hmmm... y'know, now that I think about it, I've got this fresh sample from III just sitting here. This might be a good opportunity to test the effects of whatever this stuff is on the other subjects...

The real question is, which one do I start with?

-silence-

Well... I did just spoil Subject II, and I haven't had a lot of time to do one on one work with Subject I in a while. Guess I'll start with the little guy.

ENTRY #8E

-sounds of mechanical whirring, suction noises-

Is this thing on? Lemme... Hey! Hold still! God you’re twitchy when you’re excited… How hard you this hard already? I haven’t even put the sample on you yet.

Just gimme... Okay, yeah, it's on. Alright, now let's turn this sucker off.

-mechanical whirring & suction noises die down, replaced by hissing & screeching from Subject I-

I know, I know, you weren't done with that just yet. I promise it'll be worth it. Now... how am I gonna do this? It’s really awkward to bend down like this… Hang on.

-Bertram, followed by footsteps, into mechanical whirring, into footsteps-

There we go, that’s way better. It’s gonna be a lot easier to work on you if you’re on your back. Now if- Woah! Wow, okay then, you’re still really sensitive, aren't you? I barely even touched you. God, you’re totally gonna cum the second I put this stuff on you. Ah shit, how am I gonna collect these samples without contaminating them...?

Hmm... Ah, fuck it. I have plenty already. Let's just see what this does. Lemme just put... this on.

-Bertram dons PPE, opens sample container-

Yeah, let’s get that all over you… Oh yeah you feel that? You love that don't you?

Fuck! God... yeah you do! You perked right back up! God... wow, you’re so hard! Oh, and...

-high pitched screeching-

...There you go! Goddamn that's a lot, holy shit. I thought I wore you out already...

Fuck me... Let's see how many more I can get out of you.

-shuffling; belt buckle clicking -

…if I straddle your tail like this, I bet I ca- ohfuckyesIcan…!

Fuckkk... Hhhhfuck so fucking tight... Holy shit...

Ahhhfuck, I’m not gonna last longgg… Hnngh… oh yeah… oh fuck yeah!

-heavy exertions, rhythmic slapping sounds; continues for several mi-

Fuckyeah you do… Fuck… God you're fucking tight. Gonna make you... bust all over... your cute little chest...

-short, rapid hissing-

Oh fuck… Oh, fuck!

-shrieking, hissing; Bertram grunting followed by heavy breathing-

God... damn... so... tight...

Need... more...

Where's that sample container...

ENTRY #8F

So... I may have gone a little overboard with Subject I... Turns out Subject III's samples make for excellent lubricant on top of it's more exotic properties.

God I'm fucking thirsty...

-Bertram drinks-

God. My legs feel like jelly. I don't know how I'm gonna walk out of here without falling over...

At least my head isn't killing me this time. The after-effects from III's aphrodisiac are far lesser at lower concentrations... although I'm probably gonna be walking around with this hard-on for-

-rapid knocking sound; Bertram curses indistinctly-

One second!

Assumed sound of desk drawer opening & closing-

Come in!

-recording continues, but audio is muffled. Sounds of conversation between Bertram & a woman can be heard for approx. 15 minutes-

-sound of drawer opening-

Goddamnit, the stupid thing didn't turn off. Ugh, whatever.

Well it looks like I'm gonna be working a little late tonight. The biochemist... shit, what was her name again? Eh, fuck it. Point is she needs even more samples from III for a whole series of tests she wants to run... Aaand I just used all of the stuff I just gathered today. For fucks sake...

Why does she even need more? I gave her like a gallon of the stuff this morning.

-Bertram goes silent for several minutes-

Whatever, it's not important.

Besides, why would I pass up an excuse to do more hands-on work with my Subjects?

ENTRY #8G

Okay... Not quite enough, it doesn't smell quite strong enough yet. Just a little bit stronger now... Okay... Okay... There we go. Keep it there if you can. I want to be able to use this stuff in the lab without being knocked unconscious.

-hissing, low growling-

Yeah, that’s it, just like that. Maybe you’ve earned a third finger in your tailhole huh? I wonder how much you’ll squirt if I do that…

-short, sharp hiss-

Mmmfuckyeah… A lot apparently. God, I made you such a fucking slut...

-hissing, low growling-

Here's the deal III. I’m gonna leave you hooked up to this thing all... night... long... And if this tank isn't overflowing by the time I come back tomorrow you’re gonna get it so hard you won't be able to feel your dick afterwards.

-short squeal; wet, sucking sounds-

There we go. That’s a good boy…

-sharp, wet impact-

That’s my good fucking boy.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

- Follow up with lab to corroborate possible effects of Subject III samples on lab animals (mice, rabbits, etc). Compare their notes with my own observed results.

- Have biology team run CT/F-MRI scans on subjects, monitor brain patterns. Suspect all subjects posses some degree of improved intelligence above what my template models predicted.

- Collate template notes, check for any potential cross-reference points.

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ENTRY #9

DATE: ............................ REDACTED

TRANSCRIBED ................ REDACTED

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ENTRY #9 A

Oh my fucking God, life just can't stop throwing wrenches at me, can it!? Just when things were starting to settle down, right when I was just getting into the swing of things, I get yanked away from my desk - literally yanked - by a squad of Bernard's hired security goons without any warning and get whisked away to the other side of the fucking globe because Dr. Giraud is a fucking imbecile who can't follow the simplest of instructions!

They couldn't even send a fucking email!? Fucking hell! Not even a stop by my residence for a change of clothes and a fucking toothbrush! Or my recorder!

Next thing I know I'm being shoved into some shitty unmarked van and bussed off to the goddamn aero-spaceport, where I'm then shoved into the back on an equally shitty cargo shuttle and I'm off to Site-B! I still don't know where the fuck it even is, other than a long fucking ways away. It could've been on one of the goddamn moons for all I know.

And dear lord they were so uptight about security. No comms in or out! It took three fucking hours of explaining and shouting at these fucking mouthbreathers about how badly they were fucking up my work before they even let me make a phone call. A phone call. One! Singular!

Thank God I remembered the biochemist's office number, or I would have been capital F fucked. Lisa, I think her name was? I’m pretty sure it was Lisa. Or Liza? Either way, she got the privilege of running the ship while I was 'assisting' the Site-B team. Just keeping the lights on and the Subjects fed, cleaned, and drained while I had the privilege of dealing with Giraud's shitshow...

-Bertram pants, catches his breath-

Okay... Okay Berty, reign it in... Remember what your therapist told you...

-brief silence-

Two fucking weeks! Two fucking weeks of my time wasted all because "Doctor" Giraud is a total fuckup! Holy fucking shit, where did Bernard even find that clown? Dumbass doesn't have a clue what he's fucking talking about! He wasted so much of my fucking time by making me go through some of the worst genometric templates I’ve ever seen in my life. Like, holy shit I've seen first-year interns make better templates than this fucking moron!

Oh, oh! And you wanna know the worst thing? After two weeks of trying to salvage Giraud's dumpster fire templates, it turns out that the dipshit didn’t even have Xenomorph Queen base genetics! He had drone base genetics! Good fucking God, how do you fuck something so simple like that up!? I wasted two fucking weeks busting my ass dawn 'til dusk trying to clean up templates, and then it turns out his templates were completely unusable to begin with!

And that still wasn't the worst part, because it took so... goddamn... long... to explain to the braindead project manager that there's no fucking way to make a new template without proper base genetics! I think he only agreed to let me leave because he wanted to get me out of his office.

So you think that'd be it right? The company replaces "Doctor" Giraud with someone who knows their telomeres from their testicles, they pay some university or state gene bank the big Corpo bucks to get a Xeno Queen gene seed on the down low, and I get to sit back & relax and 'study' my subjects until things get back on track. Easy peasy...

So you can imagine how I feel when I finally get back to my office the next evening, sit down at my shitty pre-fab desk in my shitty second-hand chair, open my overflowing email inbox, and the first thing I see is the project manager - the very same Site-B project manager who oversaw Giraud fucking the project into a fine paste - has the fucking gall to order me - actually order me - to let Giraud use my lab and my proprietary technology to make a brand new template, without the new seed genome I told him - right to his stupid fucking face - that they absolutely need in order to make the template in the first place!

-Bertram shouts incoherently in rage and curses for several minutes before slamming the door to his office-

-Bertram returns after approx. 3 minutes-

...As if I’d just let them get their hands on my proprietary methods just because they fucked up! If they’re lucky I’ll license some of my older tech to them at a steep markup. I’m not giving them anything unless they're willing to cough up enough cash to make their bottom line sore the next morning!

-chair creaking-

Fuck-ing hell...

God, I needed to get that off my chest. Oh my lord... Fucking Giraud. Fuck Site-B. Fuckin' morons, all of 'em...

Well look on the bright side Berty, at least you're back in your own office again... Didn't think I'd miss this dump in a million years...

-chair creaking; keyboard clacking-

I oughta check up on the Subjects; see how things have been going in my absence. I hope they didn't forget about me while I was gone. Oh, and I should track down Lisa or Liza or whatever her name was too, see if she has the reports from the other teams I asked for.

ENTRY #9 B

-A woman can be heard faintly shouting in the background of the audio of this segment-

Oh... my... God...

Okay, I'm not sure if I should be recording right now, but...

Okay, so I went to find Liza to get a status update, but she wasn't in her office. I just assumed she went home for the night, so I went to the lab and...

-Bertram trails off; sounds of moaning and hissing grow louder, then fade-

Well there's no clever way to put this. Liza's on all fours, pants around her ankles, getting absolutely railed by Subject I. God, and she's taking his dick like a fuckin' champ too... I can hear her through the cell wall... Holy shit... 

Fuck... She definitely didn't know I'd be back today, there's no way she'd be doing this if she did... I don't think she's noticed me yet either. I think her back is to me...

Hmm... It's hard to make out exactly what's going on. I'm gonna try to get closer without them noticing me... Hang on...

-sounds of shoes shuffling-

Okay, that's better... Goddamn little guy, you're really giving it to her. Oh! Oh, I didn't know she had a dick... Fuck me, this is so hot... Oh, I'm so going to join in on this, this is too good to-

Wait, hold on, is Subject one... Are his... No, no he isn't! Oh my God! Subject I isn't in his restraints!

Hhholy shit... Holy fucking shit, he's not restrained! And Liza isn't dead! Oh my god!

I... I don't know what I... Should I... Is it safe? I still want to, but...

-Bertram goes silent, but his breathing grows heavier-

I think I'm gonna do it... It's so fucking stupid, but I think I'm gonna do it.

God, I hope I don't regret this...

No, none of that! If Liza can do it, so can you. Get your game face on Bertram... Okay... Here goes nothing.

-fabric rustling; audio slightly muffled for the rest of the recording-

-cell door opens & closes; footsteps; sounds of wet slapping, loud moaning, and hissing grow clearer-

B: Well, well, well, what do we have here?

L: Muh-mister Bertram!? Oh fuck! S-sir, this i-isn't what it-

B: Please, let's just skip that whole dog & pony show. I know exactly what this is Liza.

L: I-I can expla- ex... Ahh...!

-muffled moaning from Manelli-

B: Oh I'm sure you can. I bet you can come up with a whole list of reasons to explain why I found you with an open bottle of Subject III samples - God, and a potent one too judging by the smell - and one of my Subjects with his cock buried up to the hilt in your ass.

L: Sir, I-

B: Shhhh... None of that.

L: -silent-

B: Good girl... God, he's really going to town on you. How much aphrodisiac did you use to lube him up?

L: I-I don't know... fuck... about a th-third... Ahh, fuck!

B: A third!? Holy hell, how are you still conscious?

L: -silent-

B: Liza, answer the question. You know this stuff is dangerous.

L: N-n-not the first... Time doing this... B-built up a-ahhh... tolerance...

B: Ahh, that makes sense. So, when did you... y'know, start using?

L: T-the first-t-t-time... ope-e-ened a bottle... Had t-to try it...

B: You just couldn't help yourself, could you?

L: Pl-lease don't be m-mad a-ah-ahh... at me Sir...

B: Mad? Oh Liza, you misunderstand me. I'm not mad. Quite the contrary. This has been the best thing that's happened to me in weeks.

L: S-sir? What- Oh fuck!

-Subject I shrieks; sound of slapping grows louder & faster-

L: Fuck! Fuck! Fuckfuckfuck! S-sir, he's going s-so hard-d-d!

B: And how does it feel Liza? His thick, tapered cock carving your insides out?

L: A-a-amazing-ghhh! Fuck, Sir it feels s-s-so good-d-d!

B: Oh, I bet it does, but I bet it feels even better when he cums inside.

L: Fuck! Fuck y-y-yes-s-Sir... I love it s-s-so much!

B: Oh yeah? Well then you're gonna love this...

-footsteps-

L: S-sir? W-what're you-

-Subject I shrieks; Liza screams; wet gushing sounds replace slapping sounds-

L: O-o-oh my God! Ohhh my god, ohmygod...

B: That's it, that's my boy... You're clenching so hard! You must've missed this a lot huh?

L: Holy shit... I can feel him... S-so much... So hard...

B: I bet. He gets a few fingers in his tight little tailhole and he squirts like a firehose.

L: Sir? How do you know that?

B: -silence-

L: Oh... Oh!

B: Aaand the penny drops.

L: Wait... Sir, when... how long have...?

B: Have I what? Been doing things like this with the subjects?

L: That's not... I mean... That sounds more judgmental than I intended...

B: No offence taken Liza, although I would've preferred to learn about your interest in this sort of 'hands-on' study a little less abruptly.

L: Sir, I... I'm sorry. I couldn't help myself... Fuck he's still so hard.

B: Oh I know, I can see it from here.

L: It's not an aphrodisiac Sir. It's more like a-AH!

-Subject I hisses; wet slapping noises resume-

B: Oh, there he goes again!

L: H-he never-r-r stops a-ahhh... At one...

B: You know from experience hmmm?

L: Oh-h-hfuckgodyes... Give it to me-e-e-e!

B: Hmmm... Okay. Liza... Liza look at me. Listen, once we've tuckered the little guy out, you and I are going to have a discussion about your role here going forwards.

L: Sir?

B: But for now...

-fabric rustling; sound of metal clinking-

L: S-sir! Y-y-you're...

B: What? You didn't think I was going to let you have all the fun, did you?

L: I... I... Ahhfuck! Oh fuck yes! YES!

-Bertram grunts; Subject I shrieks; sounds of slapping and exertion continue-

-noise continues for approx. 90 minutes until recorder beeps & battery dies-

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

- Dr. Liza Manelli will be shadowing me for the next week to familiarize her with the duties of her new job as my 'assistant'.

- Strangle Dr. Giraud with his stupid bowtie the next time I see him. I'll be doing the world a favor.

Chapter Text

THE FOLLOWING IS A TRANSCRIPTION OF AUDIO LOGS RECORDED BY K. BERTRAM FOR PROJECT D——— P——— .

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ENTRY #10

DATE: ............................ REDACTED

TRANSCRIBED ................ REDACTED

ENTRY #10A

I might've done something stupid. Something catastrophically stupid. I offered Liza a partnership. Like, a stake in my joint Bernard venture kind of partnership. While Subject I was still fucking her into the floor like a bitch in heat.

Fuck me... I'm still stiff just thinking about it... Fuck, I can barely think straight... That sample she had was so fucking strong...

-Bertram's voice becomes muffled; likely though his hands-

Jesus fucking Christ why did I do that?

-Bertram groans; chair creaks-

Now that I'm sober again, I think should've just fired her; forget she ever existed. I know I can trust myself to keep my 'extracurricular' activities with my Subjects secret, but involving another person changes everything. I don't know Liza, I don't know what her motivations are, I don't know if I can trust her, and yet...

It's like... It's not just about her fucking the Subjects either. It's... I don't know how to explain it. It just felt... right, y'know? God, that sounds crazy, but... I want more than this recorder to talk to, y'know. Sharing my secret with a real person... a person who understands...

And it doesn't hurt that she's really hot. Even before I saw her dick, watching her getting absolutely wrecked by Subject I like that...

-Bertram shudders-

And, I mean... think about it logically. Even if Liza does wanna rat me out - which I don't think she does - the NDAs we all signed would ruin her if she spoke out. And aside from myself, she knows more than anyone else about III and all his weirdness. Probably more than I want to admit, now that I think about it...

She's smart, she shares my passion, she's a hard worker, and she's already in too deep to say no... So what's the harm? Yeah... y'know what? This'll all work out just fine... You just gotta keep your chin up Berty. Things will work out just fine.

She'll be shadowing me for a few weeks, more than enough time to get her up to speed. If she's gonna be my partner, then she needs to learn how to handle the Subjects correctly. Especially III. I don't wanna give that sneaky little bastard any leverage to fuck with me.

ENTRY #10B

L: Sir? What's that?

B: Hmm? Oh, it's a voice recorder. I use it to take notes or save things so I can listen to them later. Is that a problem?

L: No sir.. It's just, I thought we weren't allowed to... y'know, record anything? Because of the NDAs?

B: What Bernard doesn't know what hurt them. Besides, they're doing a good enough job of fucking themselves in the ass already. Their only competent genometrics expert using a recorder for note-taking is small potatoes compared to the shitstorm Girauds stirred up.

L: Speaking of... that, I've sent you the draft of your response to the project manager for review.

B: Already? Damn, that's fast.L: Yes Sir, I had one of the interns draft it for me.

B: You're learning quick.L: I've had practice Sir, I was in academia before I came to work here.

B: Of course, I should've know better than to assume. Apologies.

L: Don't sweat it Sir.

B: Anyways, getting back on track... I meant to get started on this a lot sooner, but we need to start socializing the Subjects with one another.

L: Umm, why Sir? Doesn't that pose a serious risk to the project if they hurt or kill each other.

B: It does, but it's a necessary step in the process of getting the Subjects ready for selection, and it's already been pushed back far too much already. I wanted to start it last week, but...

L: I see. Is there a particular methodology you had in mind?

B: Honestly my plan is just to put them in the old cargo bay we refitted for Queen containment in pairs and just see how they react.

L: Is that... Are you... Sir, may I speak frankly?

B: Of course, go right ahead.

L: Sir, are you sure that's safe? I did extensive research on Xenomorph experimentation before I took this job, and there's countless documented instances of-

B: Liza, that room is safer than the containment cells in my lab. It was designed to withstand anything short of a direct nuclear strike. Even if they bleed on it we have enough silos of super-concentrated base solution to flood the room if we need it.

L: But what about-

B: Listen to me Liza. I appreciate your concerns, but I have an entire team of experts who have years of experience in dangerous specimen containment. This isn't my first rodeo, nor is this even the most dangerous operation I've been a part of. Besides, we'll need to test the chamber with live subjects sooner or later, so we're hitting two birds with one stone.

L: I still don't-

B: Besides, aren't you the one who walked into a cell with a live Xenomorph without restraining it first?

L: ...I'll admit that my concerns may be a little bit hypocritical Sir, but I'm just worried about the Subjects injuring or killing each other.

B: So am I, but it's part of the deal. The whole reason we're here is to design and raise Xenomorphs that fuck like humans, so Bernard can make a whole bunch of little Xenomorph babies the old fashioned way instead of the whole... egg, face-hugger, chest-explodey process.

L: Oviposition.

B: Pardon?

L: The technical term for laying parastic eggs in a host organism is called oviposition, Sir. Well, what the Xenomorphs do isn't technically oviposition in the traditional sense, but that's the term we use for it.

B: Huh, you learn something new every day. Anyways, the point I'm trying to make is that whichever subject Bernard selects as the final candidate will have to contend with a Xenomorph Queen who is just as modified as they are. If they can't handle a little roughhousing among themselves, then we might as well admit defeat right now.

L: I... understand Sir. I don't necessarily like it, but I understand.

B: Neither do I Liza, but it is what it is.

-short silence-

L: So... which Subjects are you thinking of?

B: I and II. They're the easiest to deal with and least likely to cause issues if anything goes awry.

L: Subject II? Are you sure Subjects I and III wouldn't be a better choice?

B: I'm not letting III out until I know for certain he's going to behave himself. I don't trust him.

L: Sir, I understand if you're concerned about Subject III's psycho-active effects, but wouldn't physically restraining or sedating him be much easier than the same for Subject II?

B: ...Tell me something Liza, how much time did you spend with Subject III? While I was gone, I mean.

L: -clears throat- Ermm... I'm not sure if I should say... The recorder?

B: C'mon, don't be shy. Trust me, there's enough incriminating audio for the both of us on this thing already. A little more won't hurt.

L: Well... In all honesty, aside from routine sample extractions, I didn't spend all that much time on him. I only snuck down to the lab after hours a few times before you...

B: Before I caught you, yes. I see...

-chair creaking-

B: Liza, I want you to stay behind and watch the lab for me while I'm off supervising the socialization tests.

L: Yes Sir. Am I allowed... err, should I... do anything with Subject III while you're gone?

B: Are you asking for permission?

L: Umm... Yes Sir, I am.

B: Hmm...

-chair creaks again; silence for approx. 2 minutes-

L: Sir?

B: Hmm? Oh, right, sorry. Just thinking... Give me a sec...

-silence for approx. 3 minutes-

B: Okay, I've made up my mind. I'll let you play around with Subject III while I'm gone, but I need to read you in on a few very important things before I do. Off the record things; you understand?

L: Yes Sir... What sort of things are we talking about?

B: Hang on, lemme just turn this thing off...

ENTRY #10C

Alright, I think we're finally ready. Subject II is already in the containment cell, Subject I is in the piece of shit aftermarket transport vessel hooked up to the airlock. All we're waiting for is my go ahead.

I've covered all the bases:

I have enough sedative ready to go to knock Subject II out multiple times over. I double-checked the thickness of the containment cell walls; which are over ten feet thick as it turns out. Thank you bloated military budgets. I have the emergency response & containment team on standby if there's any threat of a breach. I’m gonna crack the airlock just wide enough for Subject I to get through so he can run away if Subject II acts up.

We’re ready. I’m ready.

-silence-

I didn’t forget anything, did I...?

-mumbling-

No, no I got this... You've got this Berty...

Alright, here we go.

-loud creak, thunk; faint metallic grinding sound-

Okay, airdoors are open. Now we-

-Bertram shouts in surprise-

Oh... Well, it looks like I was worried for nothing! Subject I bolted right out of the airlock and made a beeline right for Subject II’s crotch.Y'know, I really should've expected something like this. These boys might not have Subject III's oddities, but they're still literally made to breed.

Oh, looks like Subject I is getting II excited now. His dick is sliding free from it's sheath... Jesus Subject II is big. Like, so fucking big. Like, I know I'm beating a dead horse here, but I don't think I can properly convey just how fucking huge he is. Like... right now I'm watching them on the screens, and from here Subject II's dick is about half the length and width of Subject I’s torso.

he’s just bucking his hips trying to get it inside the smaller Xeno right now.

I’m not sure if he’ll fit, but they’re both trying their best to make it fit.

-silence-

God are they…? I think they’ve almost got it. Can I… Oh fuck yes! I can get an angle from behind…

Yeah that’s a good view… Yeah, that’s it boys… You’ve almost got it. Just a bit more and-

Holy fuck! God… Subject II is not taking it easy on Subject I. He just rammed like half his dick inside him all at once, and I is just taking it like a fucking champ. Is he.. Oh fuck, I is actually pushing back into II as he thrusts. He wants to fit more of it... Fuck that’s hot...

Whatever these boys are made of is a lot more flexible than a human body. If I tried to take Subject II’s cock like that he’d rip my pelvis in half, but Subject I can almost… No he can take II all the way to the hilt… and he’s pulling back… oh fuck yes and all the way innnn…

Is it weird to say I’m kinda jealous? Like, goddamn watching II carve him open like that...

-silence; faint sounds of screeching & slapping coming from monitor-

God I can’t tear my eyes off them. I wish I could be there right now; guiding Subject II’s massive, throbbing cock into I’s tight little ass before I fill his mouth…

Oh… Oh yes! Oh there goes I! Without even touching his dick no less... I wonder how much longer II is gonna- oh, there he goes! Damn he’s throbbing hard, like so hard. Nothing has spilled out yet, so I don’t think… Oh. Oh, nevermind! Fuck that’s a lot. More than any sample size I've ever gotten out of him... Now I'm kinda jealous of I too. The big guy's never came that much for me. Damn little guy, you’re one talented little cocksleeve.

Now... Are they gonna...

-Bertram goes silent for approx. 5 minutes; interspersed with occasional illegible muttering-

Okay... Okay, the subjects have settled down now. They haven't done anything concerning...

I think it's safe for me to follow up with the rest of the team. I want to go over a few things with them before we transport them back to my lab. All in all, I'd say this experiment was a rousing success.

ENTRY #10D

Goddamnit! We're about to move Subject I back to the lab and Liza hasn't been answering her phone...

I know I gave her permission to spend some time 'familiarizing' herself with Subject III, but I didn't mean being out of contact! God... What has she gotten herself into? What the hell has Subject III gotten her into? I’d better go check on her before anyone catches her bare-ass naked with a Xenomorph's dick up her ass.

Again!

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

- Follow up with Liza on proper protocol for handling Subjects. She followed my instructions for handling Subject III, but lacks discretion. She would've been caught again if I didn't get to the lab before the transport team.

- Do Xenomorphs have pelvis bones? Do Xenomorphs even have skeletons? Check research archives for details on structural anatomy.

Chapter Text

THE FOLLOWING IS A TRANSCRIPTION OF AUDIO LOGS RECORDED BY K. BERTRAM FOR PROJECT D——— P——— .

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ENTRY #11

DATE: ............................ REDACTED

TRANSCRIBED ................ REDACTED

ENTRY #11A

Liza called in sick today. I didn't hassle her about it. Apparently she's got a nasty hangover. I can't say I'm surprised, considering what I walked in on her doing with him. Or rather what he was doing to her. 

Goddamnit, I knew I shouldn't've left them alone together! I thought she'd be able to handle him if I brought her up to speed, but I should've known he'd be too much for her to handle.

-Loud thud; faint screeching-

Shut the hell up!

God, and to top it all off now III is super moody today. No, not moody. He's been a royal pain in my ass all fucking day. He's refusing to cooperate at all! I'll probably have to start from the beginning with him! Such a pain in the ass...

Fucking hell... Why did I think Liza could handle him? I should've known better! Now I'm gonna have to spend the rest of the day just breaking him down again so I can...

Oh... hang on...

-silence-

Actually... Oh yeah, that's a good idea. Might as well make the best of a bad situation, right? Besides, Liza really does need some practical guidance on how to deal with III. This is an excellent learning opportunity.

-louder thud; screeching-

Oh you're gonna fucking get it tomorrow you little shit. See how bratty you are after I'm done with you. After Liza's done with you too.

ENTRY #11B

B: How are you feeling today Liza.

L: Good… sore… but not sore in a bad way. It’s more like that good kinda sore the night after you get... I’m sorry is this too much information?

B: Liza, I’ve seen you getting mounted by two out of three of my Xenomorphs in the past week. What do you think?

L: -laughs nervously- Right... Uhm... so, you said you wanted to demonstrate something today Sir?

B: Yes, but that's only part of it. I also wanted to debrief you after your... incident with Subject III the other day.

L: Oh... I'm sorry Sir. I didn't mean to let things get so out of hand. I tried following your advice, but it just got away from me and I-

B: Liza, you're not in trouble okay. I promise. Believe me, you're not the first one Subject III has... what's the word I'm looking for?

L: Enraptured? Ensnared? Hypnotized?

B: Kinda? I was thinking more like 'tricked' or 'bamboozled' or something. Whatever else III is he's a clever little bastard, I'll give him that.

L: That he is... When you told me about Subject III being intelligent, I admit I didn't really believe you at first... but now, after experiencing it firsthand...

B: Yeah I know, I can hardly believe it too. I've been poring over my notes for weeks, and I still can't find anything his template might've caused him to end up like this.

L: What are we going to do with him?

B: I've given it some thought, and my conclusion is that we do nothing. He's technically the property of Bernard LLC., so once this is all over he's their problem, not mine.

L: Do you really trust them to handle him though?

B: Oh, not at all! I fully expect them to fuck something up somewhere along the line, but by then I'll be half-way across the galaxy living out the rest of my life in luxury! So will you, once I sign off on the paperwork.

L: Oh, right... Sir, I don't know how to thank you enough for that. It still doesn't feel real...

B: Well you can thank me by watching & learning from how I handle Subject III. I'm going to show you exactly how to keep him in line. I can't afford you to lose control with him again. He's a clever little bastard, and we need to keep him in line if we want to avoid any future... incidents.

L: Y-yes Sir! I promise I'll pay close attention.

B: Not too closely, I think he likes being watched.

L: You think so?

B: You don't?

ENTRY #11C

L: Hello III. I hope you didn’t miss me yesterday. You were… ummm…

B: You really did a number on her. She was out for a whole day afterwards.

L: Dr. Bertram stop! It’s embarrassing!

B: He’s a Xenomorph Liza. Why would he care?

L: Still though…

B: In any case, you need to learn how to handle him properly.

L: You said that, but I still don’t know how that… Doctor! You’re stroking his…

-hissing; low growling-

B: Yes Liza, I’m stroking his dick. Don’t act so shocked! You don’t need to make a big deal out of it in front of me.

L: Sorry… Doing it by myself is one thing, but with someone else around...

B: Hey, this is new for me too. You'll get used to it soon enough. Now come over here and knee down on the opposite side of him… Yeah right there. Now you grab him and start stroking him as well.

L: Okay… Like this?

B: Try not to focus just on the tip, try to run your hands up and down his whole shaft. He really likes that.

L: Okay… Like this? Oh… oh fuck…

B: Yeah, you see how leaky that gets him?

L: Yes I do…

B: This is how I got so much of his most potent aphrodisiac. If we weren’t wearing gloves and masks right now, we might pass out from the intensity.

L: My head is still spinning… I feel so warm down in my… My dick is so…

B: That’s okay Liza… you can… Wait, your dick?

L: Oh… I thought you knew sir… If that’s a problem I can just-

B: Oh no! I was just surprised is all…

L: So you're not mad?

B: Quite the opposite in fact.

-gasp, moaning-

B: Wow… You’re so stiff, and… wow are you sure you don’t have a pussy? Your panties are soaked.

L: I… I’m just - ohfuck - I’ve always been this leaky…

B: So what if I take just a drop of this stuff-

-Subject III hissing-

B: -And just rub that in right here?

L:Hnngngngghfuck! Doctor… Sir… Ohfuck it's so hot. Ohfuck, ohfuck... I wanna...

B Ah-ah-aaah! No touching! And no cumming yet either!

L: What? But Sir-

B: No buts. I'm not letting either of you two off easy today.

L: You two?

B: Neither you, nor him-

-Subject III shrieks- 

B: -Are getting off until I say so. Here, give me your hand. That's right, keep stroking his cock just like that... There you go... And when you feel him start to throb like this, when he’s right on the edge, you-

-faint hiss; whining-

B: -let go! Ah, there we go... see how much he’s leaking now?

L: Yesss sir. It's... a lot.

B: Which is exactly what we want. Here, try doing it by yourself now. If you move so you’re right in front of him…

-shuffling-

B: There you go… Now I can rub you while you rub him. Right there... now massage under his tip with your palm… Yeah just like that… And if you use your thumb to tease the hole here…

L: Doctor you hands...! I-I... his scent... it’s so strong, even though the mask...

B: That’s okay Liza, just focus on his dick, focus on your work… And when he’s just about to cum you-

-hissing; growling-

L: Like this…?

B: Yes, just like that. Now keep going... You stop when I stop, okay?

L: Okay…

-several minutes of moaning & gasping; faint hissing interspersed with gasping and growling from Subject III-

B: Good job Liza. That’s number three.

L: Th-thank you sir… Fuck… I’m so close…

B: Not yet Liza, not until he does.

L: Fuck… how much longer do we...

B: Oh I have no intention of letting him cum for a loooong time. He's been a moody little shit all day, and we need to remind him who's in charge here.

L: But sir... What about me?

B: This is much a lesson for you as it is for him. You need to learn to keep control of yourself around him, no mater what.

L: But...!

B: No buts Liza.

-Screeching; mechanical whirring-

B: That goes double for you!

-series of loud slaps; followed by faint hissing-

L: Sir! Why did you do that?

B: I told you, he needs to remember his place.

L: But aren't you worried about hurting him?

B: No, he likes it the little freak. Look...

-loud slapping; hissing, whining noises from Subject III, followed by high pitched scream-

B: Ah shit!

L: Oh... Oh fuck! He’s cumming! He’s cumming! Should I...

B: No! Don’t touch him! If he's going to cum then I'm going to make sure it's ruined.

L: Fuck... There's so much...

B: God, it's everywhere. Where'd I put the damn... Oh shit, it's on your clothes! 
L: Fuck... Fuck, Sir, I think I'm gonna cum... It feels like I'm gonna...

B: It's okay Liza… Here, hold the container while I get him in there... Ah! No touching yourself! Keep both hands on it.

L: But Sir-

B: Just breathe deeply Liza. In... and out. In... and out. Keep the container still... Gotta get... C'mon, get in there!

-Subject III shrieks-

L: -shouts in surprise-

B: There we go! Careful, it's dripping a bit. Don't get any more on your skin.

L: Oh... Oh my god... Sir, it's too much... It's... It's... Ahn-! -Liza squeals; voice shaky-

B: Did... Liza, did you just cum?

L: Y-yes sir.

B: Oh fuck me that's hot.

L: S-sir, it's about to overflow, what should I-?

B: Just let it spill over, it's okay. This is more than enough for now.

L: Yes sir... Hhhh-fuck...

B: Careful. Put the seal on tight. Okay good. Give it here...

-sound of water spraying; container clinking on floor-

L: Sir! You... oh fuck!

B: God, you've made such a mess. Your panties are totally soaked. 

L: Ohfuck, ohfuck, ohfuck sir don't stop please! Ohfuck, ohfuckfuckfuck I'm so close I'm gonna cum again, I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna... -Liza squeals again-

B: You're such a needy little slut Liza... God.

L: I-I'm sorry S-sir...

B: Don't apologize. Goddamn, I don't know who's gonna cum more by the end of this, you or him... Shit, I should turn the thing off before it runs out of battery again.

-shuffling, then audio cuts out-

ENTRY #11D

For the record, Liza won. By one orgasm. God-damn that girl can squirt.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

- Talk to Liza about areas where she feels like she could use more on-the-job training.

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ENTRY #12

DATE: ............................ REDACTED

TRANSCRIBED ................ REDACTED

ENTRY #12 A

I know you’re well antiquated with Subjects I and III, but I notice that you’ve been less attentive to Subject II. Is there any particular reason for that?

Besides how big and intimidating he is?

-both laughing-

Yeah, besides that.

Mmmmm… Honestly, I’m not sure how to deal with his… size. I’ve mostly been using the mount to collect samples from him without any hands-on stimulation. It works, but…

Yes, I can see that in your status updates. I also read your concerns about the risk of equipment damage from that method. Subject II isn’t exactly gentle with the equipment, y’know?

Yes sir. I’m also concerned about the equipment breaking down due to regular overuse. I don’t know why, but he always takes so much longer to finish than the other two. I’m worried that we’ll suffer another equipment failure if I don’t address it soon.

Well we’re addressing it now. In my experience Subject II needs manual stimulation even when

So it’s II’s size that makes you worried about getting in the cell with him hmmm?

…Yes sir. It’s not that I don’t want to… it’s just…

I understand. I had a close call with him too. He nearly broke free when I applied a concentrated sample from Subject III on him.

Oh my god! Were you okay?

Yes Liza, I was fine. I didn’t stick around and I heavily sedated him until the effects wore off.

I don’t recall seeing that in the report you wrote up for the biology department.

…Yes. And why do you think that is?

Because… oh… right. I assume you didn’t want to reveal the, erm - nature - of the experiment?

Precisely.

Perhaps we should keep some classified records for the proper handling of the Subjects? So we don’t forget important details.

…Now that is a good idea. Damn, why didn’t I think of that?

In your defence sir, I don’t think it was necessary when it was just you working by yourself. Now that you have me to assist though…

-silence-

Thank you Liza. I’ll leave the job to you, since it was your idea.

No, thank you sir! I’ll make sure to run it by you before I print anything.

Smart thinking. Anyways, let’s get on to today’s training, shall we?

Yes sir!

ENTRY #12B

God… Sir, he’s so big…

I know, right?

I knew intellectually he’s big, but it’s so much different when I can feel the heat radiating off his cock… Fuck and he’s so heavy…

Great minds think alike eh?

If you say so sir… Fuck… Is it bad if I say I want him inside me?

Only if you value your pelvis not being pounded into a fine dust.

…Still though, I kinda want to try it.

Let’s cover the basics before you go diving into the deep end Liza, ok?

Yes sir.

-low, rumbling growl-

Sir, I don’t know if this is a good idea. How about we just…

Don’t worry Liza. I gave him a low dose of sedative before we came in, he’s not going anywhere. Take a deep breath…

-breathing in; breathing out-

There we go. Relax.

…Okay, I think I’m ready sir.

That’s the spirit. Now, we’re gonna start doing it together, just like we did with Subject III, ok?

Okay…

Yeah, there you go… work both your hands all over him. All the way up… and slowly back up to his tip.

He’s so thick sir…

I know he is, I can feel him too… Oh wow! I think he likes the both of us touching him at the same time.

Oh my god… I’ve never seen him this excited before… I wonder how he tastes…

Well why don’t you find out then Liza? Go ahead, experiment a little.

Yesshir…

Wow… You didn’t even hesitate…

-faint sucking, gagging noises-

Goddamn Liza… Fuck… You just keep doing what feels right, I’m gonna… Oh fuck it.

-shuffling-

Make some room, I wanna have a go at it.

H-hey… Bertram, what the hell! I wasn’t done!

Mmmfuck he tastes so sweet… So much sweeter than the others…

Move over, I need more!

You can share Liza, there’s plenty to go around. Besides, I think the big guy likes the attention.

-loud, wet slap-

Fuck…

Fuck!

See what I mean?

I want it… I want it so bad…

You can share Liza.

I don’t want to! It’s not fair… You’ve had more time with him than I have. I want to be the one to make him cum.

Maybe if you ask politely.

…Please.

Please what?

Fuck… don’t make me say it…

If you want it, you’ll say it.

…Please sir, can I be the one to make Subject II cum with my throat today?

Good girl, yes you can.

-gulping; sucking and gagging sounds-

God… You’re an eager assistant Liza, you know that?

-wet sucking sounds; deep, low growling-

That’s right Liza. Worship that huge Xenomorph dick properly… God… Who needs a breeding mount when they have you?

Ggggngngggh…

Shhh… don’t try to talk with your mouth full. Just focus on what’s important… Fuck… Let me help you with that. I know he loves it when I do this…

-shuffling; belt clicking-

Yeah… Oh fuck yeah there we go! That’s it big boy… We’ll take care of your fat, aching cock for you… Yeah just grind between my legs just like that. I bet her mouth feels so much better than that mount, doesn’t it big guy?

-gagging, coughing; deep, loud roaring-

Oh fuck yeah! Fuck! That’s it, fill that tight little hole up you fucking stud!

-coughing, retching-

Oh… fuck I’m gonna…

-more coughing, gasping; moaning-

Fuck!

ENTRY #12C

Are you sure your throat is okay?

Yes sir… It just hurts a little from-

-coughing-

Some of it went down wrong-

-more coughing-

Don’t talk Liza. Just sit there and rest. We can debrief when you’re not coughing up cum.

Th-thank you sir…

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Subject II particularity enjoys oral stimulation, but due to his size he can be difficult to accommodate more than 1/3 of his length. Suggest practicing after work to improve efficacy of method. - Liza

Liza is not to enter Subject II’s cell unless she is under supervision. I don’t trust her not to accidentally injure herself until she is able to handle sudden movements and/or thrusting. - Dr. Bertram

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ENTRY #13

DATE: ............................ REDACTED

TRANSCRIBED ................ REDACTED

ENTRY #13 A

I have to admit Liza, I was impressed with your… shall we say, ‘oral performance skills’ yesterday.

Thank you sir! I’m surprised my throat isn’t very sore.

Well, if it wasn’t after yesterday, it will be after today.

Sir?

I saw the note you left on my audio log yesterday when I went to upload it, the one about practicing after work.

Oh… I left that note for myself, you don’t have to…

Oh but I do Liza, I do. You’re my assistant, and I’m responsible for your safety and wellbeing. If you try and sneak into the cells after hours, there’s a serious risk that you’ll be harmed.

Oh now that’s just not fair! You’ve played with them after hours so many times! Why can’t I?

Because I made them, and my name is on the contract with Bernard.

I… That’s such bullshit! If I can’t get practice time in, how can I get better at it?

Better at throating Xenomorph cock until they cum?

Exactly!

-silence-

Erm, I mean… What I meant to say was-

Shhhh… It’s okay Liza, I know what you mean.

But I-

I have some time right now, why don’t we go down to the lab and let you get some nice, hard practice in. How does that sound?

I… oh fuck…

ENTRY #13 B

Alrighty, I think we should start you off with Subject I. He’s the smallest, and he seems to like you in particular. He’s not nearly so randy with me, so-

Sorry sir, but I think Subject III might be a better first choice.

Oh? Why is that?

I mean… I know you’ve been hesitant to use Subject III’s aphrodisiacs in live testing, but I’ve had some more, erm - productive results from using it myself.

What does that have to do with-

Sir, it’s not just an aphrodisiac. It’s a mix of multiple chemicals that induce multiple effect simultaneous. Its also partly comprised of a muscle relaxant, and a sort of a mild painkiller/anti-inflammatory substance.

Wha… How do you you know all this?

Sir, I’ve been the one leading the research on that front. I’m a Biochemist and a Xenobiologist.

…Well shit; can’t argue with that.

ENTRY #13 C

God you weren’t lying about the muscle relaxing properties.

-gagging-

Holy shit… How the fuck? Ok, you’ve made your point now Liza, you can stop showing off now.

-hissing, growling; wet, slapping; gagging-

Hnnngh… Or, y’know, you can keep going, that’s perfectly fine with me too. Fuck…

ENTRY #13 D

Feeling nice and warmed up now Liza?

Mmhmmyeah …

Wow… You’re certainly eager to get started on Subject I huh?

Sorryyy… I just couldn’t stand to keep those clothes on any longer.

I mean, yeah I can see that. It’s just impressive how quickly you managed to strip them off. I looked away for like tens seconds and - boom! Naked.

What can I say, I’m just talented like that.

Ok, who are you and what did you do with Liza? The Liza I know isn’t nearly this…

Shameless?

I was going to say forwards - but yes, shameless also works.

I mean… I’m always like this when I’m by myself… It’s just that I’ve never really opened up before around anyone.

Oh… Well I’m glad you feel that-

Also having my face fucked in by III and swallowing all that pre-cum got me so fucking horny you have NO idea!

Is that so? And what does that make you wanna do?

I wanna Xenomorph to mount my face like I’m a bitch in heat…

-silence-

…Fuck, you certainly have a way with words Liza.

ENTRY #13 E

-rapid, wet gagging, slapping; heavy breathing, hissing-

Oh fuck yeah… That’s it Liza, that’s a good girl, take him all the way down. That’s it… You’re almost there.

Gllggghhh- grrrghhhggh-

C’mon Liza, you can do it; push back into him, help him get that final inch in there. Almost there… Almost…

HHHhghlh!

God fuck yes… goddamn… Oh fuck, and he’s cumming too! Just hang on Liza, don’t pull out until he’s done…

Gnnnnrgh-

That’s it… just a little bit more… and - there we go!

-coughing, retching-

Lay on your side here… Like that, there you go. Don’t inhale it, just try and keep it down… There you go. Catch your breath.

H-holy … fuck…

Couldn’t have said it better myself.

ENTRY #13 F

Are you sure you wanna try this?

Mmhmm… My throat is gonna be sore tomorrow anyways, might as well try the big boy again now…

Yeah… That’s totally the reason. Y’know I can see how wet you are, right.

Shut up and help me line him up; and if he starts going too hard you gotta pull me off of him. I’d rather not have him break my throat.

Not to worry. I also have the sedative on standby. It might knock you out too, but I’ll get you out if things go south.

Good, now if you’ll excuse me…

-shuffling, panting-

-HHHHurRghHH-

Oh fuckfuckFUCK!

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Liza is no longer allowed to extract samples from Subject II without direct supervision. Too little self restraint.

Read Liza’s reports on Subject III sample analysis.

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ENTRY #14

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TRANSCRIBED ................ REDACTED

ENTRY #14A

I think Liza is starting to a good grasp of each of the Xenos now. Since I started her training programme, the sizes and quality of the samples she’s collected and the data she’s extrapolated has improved remarkably. Her mood has also improved significantly. She’s far less shy and hesitant around the Subjects now, and she’s definitely become more confident at handling Subject II in particular.

I think she deserves a reward for her stellar performance this week.

-silence-

Hmmm… What should I give her?

-more silence-

Shit… I don’t know what she likes… Well, I mean, I do know what she likes, but unlike me I assume she has a life outside of the lab. What does she like?

Hmmmm…

I should ask her when I get the chance. She’s off processing samples right now, so I’ll just stop by on her lunch break.

ENTRY #14B

I popped by to have a word with Liza, but she was extremely busy. Apparently she’s been neglecting some of her other work for my ‘hands-on training’ and she’s trying to get ahead today. I just told her to think about it and to e-mail an answer when she has time.

I completely forget sometimes that she has an actual job on the biology team & isn’t just my personal little helper. Although, if I asked for her…

I’ll talk about it with her later. I don’t think she’d mind being transferred to a new position, but I won’t if it’ll arouse suspicion among the team…

Although an inter-office affair with a coworker would be a good cover story now that I think about it.

ENTRY #14C

Hello, Dr. Bertram? Do you have a minute?

Hmm?

-chair squeaking-

Oh hello Liza! What can I do for you?

I… I’ve been thinking. About what you said earlier, I mean. About a… reward for my good performance?

I remember. Did you catch up on your work?

I did! I’ve been thinking about your offer and…

And…?

And I’ve been thinking about how I want to be rewarded, but it’s kinda… embarrassing.

More embarrassing that getting caught with one of my Xenomorphs hilting himself in your butt?

God… Don’t remind me sir…

Liza, you don’t need to be embarrassed about it. It’s your reward, it should be something you want. I can’t read your mind.

And… I sent you an e-mail, like you asked.

Oh? So should I read it?

Y-yes sir…

Well… Let me just pull it up here… Where is…? Alright, here we are.

-silence; clicking-

Oh? Oh! Oooooh… Liza, are you sure…?

More than anything sir. Please.

ENTRY #14D

How does that feel? Tight enough?

Mmmmnghmm …

Shake your head yes or no Liza. I can’t understand you at all with the gag on.

-silence-

Good girl. Remember, start screaming and shaking your head if you need me to stop. Like, a lot. Got it?

Mmmhmmgh-

Good… I’m not sure how to say this, but you look good in a collar. Like, really good. Like, I might need to get one of these for my collection…

Alright, that’s enough admiring you for now; let’s go introduce you to your playmate.

Mmmm!

ENTRY #14E

Look at that, he likes you kitten.

-muffled moaning, screaming; loud, wet slapping-

God… It’s lucky for you that he gets so leaky and slippery when he sees you coming; no need for any warm up.

Gggddd-Gdddyhhhghh-

What’s that kitten? Did you say you want more?

Yyyyhhh … yhllllgh…

Shake your head yes kitten, and I’ll pour this sample all over the two of you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?

-grunting; hissing, growling-

C’mon kitten, I’ll just put it back if you don’t want it. Last chance…

Yhhhgl-

There you go. Was that so hard kitten?

Nnnnnngh!

Yeah, that feels nice, doesn’t it kitten? He’s pounding you so much harder now…

Yyyyygh! Yhhhhhgh!

God he’s going at you like his life depends on it. Fuck yeah… Don’t give me that look kitten, you’re got getting up until he gets off.

Nnnngh-

Remember, you asked for this. Now be a good girl, arch your back, lean backwards and take… it… ALL.

-grunting, moaning; short, sharp hissing-

ENTRY #14F

Alright, up you go.

-grunting-

Okay… yeah sit over here, don’t worry about making a mess… Alright lets get this gag off you.

-silence; faint breathing-

There we go! Oh god… Oh damn you’re drooling everywhere… Ah fuck it, one of the janitors will get that tomorrow.

F-fu… fu…

Don’t talk yet, catch your breath first. I’m impressed you’re still conscious; taking a pounding like that and using this much of a sample from III. That’s better than I would have done.

-panting; slowing to heavy breathing-

How is my little pet assistant feeling? Can you use your words yet?

Nnnnnghhhh… haaaaagghhhh… fuuuckk sir… I feel…

Take a minute Liza, and then talk when you can use your words.

-heavy breathing; slowing to normal breathing-

I’ve died and gone to heaven. This is… this is better than a dream come true...

That’s a good girl.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Taking Liza home with me tonight. She refused to take off the collar.

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ENTRY #15

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ENTRY #15 A

I’m letting Liza practice by herself today. She’s been working very diligently lately, and I think some more ‘self-directed learning’ is a proper reward for all her hard work. That and I need a break. She’s insatiable. She kept me up all night and then some. I think my hips are bruised.

I let her take one of the high-concentration samples from Subject III and told her she’d have the entire day to test it on whichever Xeno she wanted. I think Subject I holds a special place in her heart - and her butt - because she didn’t even pause to consider which one she wanted.

They’re still going at it. I don’t think Liza’s taken a break to drink anything since she stripped down and locked herself in there with him. Well, maybe except whatever the little guy can give her, she’s been suckling on him for the past half-hour.

As for me…

Honestly, I’ve just been happy to sit back and watch the show. Liza’s really come out of her shell, much to the benefit of the project. I think she’s relieved that I don’t judge her for being so - enthusiastic about her work. We’re kindred spirits in that regard.

Subject II is napping I think. I don’t know if Xenomorphs actually need to sleep, but none of them are exactly normal Xenomorphs so I can’t say anything for certain.

I can’t say the same about Subject III; he’s turning out to be the jealous type. He’s just staring at them…

Ah fuck! Goddamnit, he’s lashing out with his tail at the cell wall now. Goddamnit! Where’s the… there…

Alright… ok… ok yeah, the sedative is working. He’ll be out in a few seconds.

Goddamnit... ah fuck it, it’s been too long since I put him in his place anyways. Where did I leave that stupid riding crop…

-shuffling, clanging-

Goddamnit… It’s gotta be around here somewhere…

ENTRY #15B

Well I think I lost the crop. Motherfucker…

I have no idea where the hell I left it. Did I take it home last night? Shit, I might have.

Goddamnit!

-metallic clang-

Shit! Fucking ow! Stupid controls…

Hmmm… Is there anything else I can use to put Subject III back in line? Anything that I can use to cause enough pain will do it.

I’m gonna go poke around and see what I can find.

ENTRY #15 C

Well… I found something.

It’s a little unorthodox, but… I can’t say I don’t see the potential. I think I saw a video once where they used something like this.

The more I think about it, the more I wanna try it…

Mmmmgod… yeah, I wanna see what this will do.

ENTRY #15 D

Hello there III.

-hissing-

Mmmhmm, yeah, totally. Listen here…

-slapping; hissing-

She doesn’t fucking belong to you. You belong to me!

-multiple impacts-

God… fuck you love that don’t you? I mean, fucking god look how wet and leaky that fucking made you…

So you want me to play that game huh? Well… I wonder which one of us is gonna break first.

-hissing; snarling-

Oh you might be a big scary bug, but you’re still locked in here, where I make the fucking rules. Those razor sharp claws don’t mean shit when you can’t even move an inch! You can’t bite me; you can maul me; you can’t stab me; you’re fucking nothing -slap- to me

I made -slap- you, and you need to show me the fucking respect -slap- I deserve.

-panting-

How are you still so fucking hard! Jesus…

Huh… Well I mean, that’ll make it easier to use my new toy I suppose.

-rummaging, metal clinking-

You see this? Do you know what that is? That’s an eight inch long, quarter inch thick steel rod. Found it in some back room some of the workers were using to store shit. Now… I had to get a guy in the workshop to sand & polish it for me,ut they had a machine that could do it in like, ten seconds.

-hissing-

That’s pretty neat huh? The wonders of modern technology…

And now, I’m gonna stick this fuckin’ thing down your dick.

-hissing, shrieking-

Mmmfuckyeah that’s it! That’s just the tip big guy, there’s so much more… Now, you’re gonna fucking behave yourself from now on, got it?

-silence-

Do you understand me?

-silence-

God you’re such a fucking slut. Fine, if you behave, I’ll finish shoving this whole fucking thing down your cock; Is that fair, or do I have to hurt you even worse?

-faint hissing-

That’s a good boy. Now let’s push this thing… Mmnph! All… the way… down…

-hissing, shuffling; grunting-

God you’re fucking tight… It’s a good thing… you’re so leaky. Mmmfuck! Yeah, there we go. God I can see the bulge that it’s making; fuck that looks thick.

Mmmfuck, how does that feel big guy?

-hissing, keening-

That’s fucking right… I can feel how hard it makes you throb. Is this why you were getting moody? Because I wasn’t giving you something like this-

-loud gasping, hissing-

-often enough? Is that it? Do I need to hurt you more?

I’ll take your silence as a yes.

God… you’re trying really hard to push it out; it’s digging into my palm. What’ll happen if I let go - ohmygod!

-metallic clattering; liquid splattering on tile-

Fuck… god that backed you up… You were like a hose that got backed up.

Let’s see if we can do that again.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

I managed to get Subject III to do it 4 more times before he popped. He made such a mess that I needed to use a mop to clean it up. I nearly slipped in it.

Find a way to adapt to the sample gathering equipment to include the sounding rod, would massively increase sample size.

Subject III far calmer & cooperative now. Requires regular maintenance to improve mood.

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ENTRY #16

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ENTRY #16A

Well I can’t wait any longer. Subject III needs to be socialized.

I’m going to use the same method I did to start socializing Subject II, but there’s the unique problem of Subject III’s… well he’s a walking sex chemical factory that drives anyone who comes into contact with him wild; human or Xenomorph.

How the hell am I supposed to deal with that?

Maybe I should ask Liza…

-silence; papers shuffling-

No, no. I’ve got this. I don’t need to run to Liza every time something gets difficult. Let’s think this through, huh?

So… What’s the problem?

Subject III oozes aphrodisiacs, and nobody can be around him for long without protection; or they’ll be driven into a sex coma.

So… How do I stop him from doing that?

I can’t! That’s the problem! He oozes that chemical cocktail from every opening on his body except for his butt!

…Hmmmm. Well that’s not quite true. His saliva is almost harmless; the chemicals in his sexual fluids are far, far more concentrated. If I can just stop him from getting aroused…

Yeah that isn’t gonna happen. Not in a million years.

So… what if I could prevent him from leaking all over the place? If his dick can’t drool everywhere, then maybe he can socialize without driving Subject I into a frenzy. If that works, I can try Subject II next.

So… How am I gonna do that?

-silence-

Fuck that is a good goddamn question…

-silence-

Maybe Liza has an idea… Damnit, am I losing my edge?

No… No, I’m still running the show around here… I mean fuck, name one other person who could even handle that little fucker?

ENTRY #16B

Sir, have you ever heard of a chastity cage?

Well, I mean yeah, obviously. I’ve had a few… associates who enjoyed wearing them. Never saw the appeal myself, but it was fun watching them squirm. There was this one time that-

As much as I’d love to hear more right now, how about we save it for later sir?

Right. Sorry, this whole issue of III has been getting to me lately. He’s a remarkable specimen, but he’s so fucking frustrating to handle that I’m starting to think he’s more trouble than he’s worth.

-shuffling-

Dr. Bertram, are you okay? You don’t seem like yourself.

I… -sigh- I’m just really stressed over how to handle Subject III. The socialization phase is a critical-path task. If Subject III fails to socialize well, he could be written off as a hazard; despite how promising he is…

If I fail.

Doctor, stop. Look at me.

-silence-

You’ve got this. We’ve got this. We just need to find a way to keep his legs closed long enough to introduce himself without driving the other Xeno into a mating frenzy.

And I can’t…

How about a plug?

Huh?

All the Xenomorphs have a retractable dick right?

Correct.

So what if we just plug him up while he’s not hard. Kinda like putting a cork in bottle.

I… That’s not… Hmmmmm…

- silence; shuffling papers, pen scratching on paper-

Like this?

Yes! Here, let me… Because if we contour it-

-battery low warning-

ENTRY #16 C

Alrighty - it took some time and a lot more welding than I expected, but Liza really stepped up to the challenge; and I must admit I’m pretty impressed with what she came up with.

I’m even more impressed that she actually managed to get the damn thing on (in?) him. He’s at least half-hard like all of the time, so I don’t know the hell she managed to do that.

Still, it’s working so far; No leaks, no spills, and it hasn’t slipped out yet. If he doesn’t managed to get free in an hour or so, we’re gonna move them over to the secure cell and see how things go.

ENTRY #16D

Thank you for letting me come along with you this time sir.

I’m only doing it so you don’t hurt yourself, I don’t trust you with Subject II alone anymore.

It was one time!

And it would be two times if I left you alone with him.

Just because you’re right doesn’t mean I’m any less glad you brought me along. I really want to see how well my design works.

-alarm beeps; radio chirps-

Uh huh… roger that. Well you won’t have to wait long Liza, we’re ready to go.

-metallic clunk-

ENTRY #16E

So far so good… Subject I is as friendly as ever.

He can definitely still smell the aphrodisiac. Just look at the way he’s grinding against Subject III.

Yeah, he did that with Subject II as well. I have a hunch he has the best sense of smell out of the three.

Interesting.

Not as interesting as III’s reaction. Look how frustrated he is.

I can see… I’m kinda worried he’ll lash out at Subject I now.

Hmmmm… Perhaps we should- fuck!

-chair screeching-

Wha-what happened sir?

Subject III bit Subject I.

What? He bit him?

Very quickly… but it doesn’t look like he attacked him…

What do you mean?

I don’t think Subject I even noticed… Oh… oh? What?

Oh wow, Subject I is…

Holy shit… How did he get that hard that fast?

And now he’s… Oh fuck that’s hot.

Fuck… I is mounting Subject III.

Oh fuck yeah baby, mount him… Godyes fuck him real good, that’s a good boy.

Jesus Liza… Save it for the lab at least.

Sorry sir, but I don’t care; this is fucking hot.

…Did you get into the samples again?

Mmmmmnoooo?

Fucking hell…

-chair scraping-

Sir, what are yo-oooOOUUFUCKYES!

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Brainstorm how to obtain bite samples with Liza, need to figure out how to extract enough to be worth analyzing.

Muzzles? See about possibility of modifying an extant design, or commissioning a new one if needed. Cannot risk further bites.

Chastity device for Liza? Might be necessary.

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ENTRY #17

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ENTRY #17A

We need a sample of Subject III’s venom. If his bit is potentially toxic, we need to know before letting anyone else interact with him.

I know that Liza, I’m more concerned about how we’re gonna do that.

Well we could just have him bite a sponge or something like that.

Would… would that work?

There’s no reason it shouldn’t. I’ve done it plenty of times with other fauna; Terran and Xeno.

Huh… Ok, let’s try it.

ENTRY #17B

Ok, carefully… careful!

Sir, it’s hard to be careful when you keep grabbing my fucking shoulder.

Oh… Right. I’ll-

-shuffling, walking-

-just stand over here then.

Thank you.

Alright. Now III, be a good boy and bite the sponge right there…. C’mon, I need to you bite it; you know we need to learn what you did to Subject I. C’mon… c’mon!

Liza, he’s a Xenomorph. He’s not gonna understand you.

You seem to think he does.

That’s because I know how to deal with him. You can’t ask a Xenomorph politely, he’s not gonna understand you. If you want him to do what you want, you have to motivate him like this!

-smacking; loud, drawn out hissing-

Yeah, I fucking knew it. You wanna get hit huh? If you-

-multiple consecutive slaps; loud hissing, screeching-

-behave, you might get more. Now bite the fucking handle.

-thud; muffled hissing-

Sir… I-I don’t understand, how did-

This is my life’s work Liza. I’ve had more experience handling these kinds of monsters than you would believe. Trust me when I say I know how to handle him.

Y-yes sir.

Hold it steady, I want as much as possible.

I got it sir; don’t grab my arm and I’ll be fine.

Ok, I get it. I won’t-

-screeching, thrashing; mechanical whirring-

-shit!

Goddamnit!

-tumbling; container clattering-

Ah fuck it’s everywhere! Blech, it’s in my mouth! God this stuff tastes awful!

I told you not to grab my fucking arm! It’s all over my shirt now!

I’m sorry, alright! I just… I just… I-

Sir… do you feel?

Yeah, I do… I feel so-

Hot… I feel so hot… it’s like everything is so intense…

Fuck, I can feel it; I’m so fucking hard… I need to- please Liza I need to…

Use my mouth sir. I need to feel him inside me. I’m sorry, I just…

Do it Liza, just do it. Hurry…

-grunting; hissing-

Almost… fuck! C’mon big boy! Get it in there!

-shrieking, whining-

I don’t care, I just need - oh fuck yeah there you go!

Liza… I need-

Shut the fuck up and fuck my face already!

-gagging; wet slapping sounds-

Fuckyesthatsit … fuck… fuck… fuckharder!

-audio cut for time-

ENTRY #17C

Fuck me… fuck my fucking legs are so fucking sore… Fuck!

Yeah… you said it sir. My everything hurts.

What… what time is it? How long - OW - my fucking eyes! Shit!

I dunno… hours probably? Lemme check… fuck, it’s 0135.

Wha…? When did…? How long…?

Like… ten hours - more or less.

Fuuuuck.

-silence, heavy breathing; wincing-

Subject III is dangerous sir…

Yeah, I know.

We have to stop interacting with him.

Yeah, I know.

-silence-

Fuck me, why do I still want more?

I’ve been asking myself the same question for weeks. I haven’t been able to get him out of my head for weeks. No matter how hard I try to stay away, but-

-you just want more. I understand it sir, I really do…

-silence-

Do you think we’re addicted?

-silence-

Fuck me…

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Subject III’s venom is an order of magnitude more potent than anything else we’ve collected from him. It also contains chemicals Liza hasn’t seen in any other samples, and needs time to analyze his venom.

The venom does not cause a hangover-like effect, unlike pure concentrated samples from pre-cum.

There’s so much I still don’t know about Subject III. I need to review his template against a baseline to try and figure out what he is.

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ENTRY #18

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ENTRY #18A

I’m so lonely.

I don’t want to go back to work. I can’t go back to work, not until this aphrodisiac shit works it way out of my system. Liza said it could take at least a week, maybe more, but…

I don’t know if I can last that long. There’s nothing to do here; there’s nobody to talk to here. I… I never thought I’d say this, but I miss Liza. She said she wanted to spend some time at home alone instead of coming over again, but…

-silence; footsteps echoing-

There’s no reason she couldn’t come over just for the day. I can have someone drive her home right after…

I should call her up; just to see if she wants to hang out.

ENTRY #18B

Liza made me leave my voice recorder in the car. I wanted to bring it along, but she said she didn’t want me being distracted while we were on our date. I don’t recall ever using the word ‘date’ when I asked her to go to dinner with me, but in all honesty, it was kinda nice.

Work is so chaotic and wild that I forgot what life was like outside of the lab; that there’s more to life than just my work.

Not that I don’t love my work mind you, it’s just that… It was nice to do something normal people do for a change. We talked, we drank, we ate, the whole evening was like a palate cleanser for me.

Maybe after all this is done, I can still have a normal life.

Maybe… but I don’t think Liza would let it get too normal. There’s just too many aliens out there that she wants to ‘analyze’ for herself. She might look mild mannered and meek on the outside, but on the inside…

Well, after we left the restaurant she pounced on me in the parking lot. Not even in my car either. She tackled me and dragged me into some decorative bushes in the middle of the parking lot, and…

Fuck… I’ve already said it, but I’ll say it again - Liza is wild.

She somehow managed to get on top of me, and she grabbed my wrists and tried to pin me down; right there in the dirt. At first I tried to buck her off of me, but when she kissed me…

Making out isn’t the right way to describe it. It’s like she was devouring me; trying to reach deep, deep down into my soul and pull it out of me with her tongue…

-shivering; gasping-

I have chills just thinking about it… and the fact that we were only hidden from the restaurant windows by a few leaves and shrubs while she was grinding on my thigh and sucking my face was so thrilling in a way I’d never felt before.

I almost wish someone did catch us when she slid out of her dress, because it turns out she didn’t even bother wearing panties. Fuck and she was still so leaky, just like one of the Xenos…

And Liza got it all over my shirt when she started riding me. I’m pretty sure my pants are ruined because she literally ripped a hole in them to get at my dick. I’ve never had anyone do something so feral to me before…

I fucking loved it.

I loved feeling the cold night air on my skin;

I loved watching Liza’s naked body bouncing, barely illuminated by the streetlights around us;

I loved how loud she was moaning, like she just didn’t care if she was caught riding my cock;

And I loved how hard she came over my dress shirt, like she wanted anyone who saw me to know what she did to me.

I don’t think I even came, I was so transfixed on her the whole time… I just didn’t notice until after I got home from dropping her off at her apartment.

I hope we can do that again sometime.

I don’t think I’ve ever had a second date before.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Date night ideas: movies, picnic, dinner at home. Maybe sneak some samples out from the lab for ‘personal use’.

 I know I shouldn’t be dating coworkers, but I think Liza & I are far beyond that point anyways.

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ENTRY #19

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ENTRY #19A

Wait, hang on. Doctor, did you make these?

I did. Well, technically the guys in the machine shop made them, I just told them what I needed.

So… you didn’t make them?

No, but I pay the salaries of the people who did make them; so in a sense I did make them.

Uh huh. Whatever you say sir.

Don’t give me that look! I’m not an engineer or a mechanic, I’m a geneticist! How else am I gonna get my hands on a set of Xenomorph sized buttplugs?

Hmmmm… Speaking of - did the techs ask why you needed Xenomorph sized buttplugs? That’s kinda of a weird request.

No, because I pay their salaries.

…Shit. I wish I had that kind of money.

Keep up the good work and you just might. You’ve seen the bonus you’re getting once the contract is up right?

I mean, it’s a lot of money, but not  ‘make my employees build alien buttplugs’ amounts of money.

Hmmm… yeah, I see your point.

-silence-

So… do you wanna try them out? I’ll let you test the plugs for Subject I out on him by yourself.

…Really sir?

I mean it. I’ve seen you glancing over at him, I know you wanna try and put one of these bad boys up his little butt.

…It would be really hot to see him taking that big one.

That’s the spirit! I’ll let you two have some quality time, just try not to break him too hard.

I’m not making any promises sir.

ENTRY #19B

Liza and Subject I sound like they’re having fun. Liza wasn’t lying when she said she wanted to try out the biggest plug she could; I don’t think she even bothered warming the little guy up. Good thing he’s so flexible, or I might be worried about Liza breaking him.

Speaking of breaking, Subject II… well I don’t think I’ve given his tailhole a thorough examination yet. I like to think I’m at least above average, but a ten foot tall Exnomorph is a bit of an ask. Luckily the fabrication facilities we have here can make some very big, very durable stuff.

The plugs I made for him aren’t solid metal, it’s some kind of composite mesh coated in metal that’s stronger & lighter than solid steel. At least that’s what the techs told me, I have no idea what the hell they did to make these things, but I hope Subject II is up for the challenge.

ENTRY #19C

Hello stud, did you miss me?

-growling, hissing-

You don’t need to answer, I can tell you are. I mean, look how hard you are already.

-growling; wet thud-

Goddamn… Did you miss me that much? I thought letting you play with Liza and the little Xeno would have satisfied you.

Well I hope you’re not disappointed, but I’m not gonna be playing with that thick, hard piece of meat yet. I’ve got something else in mind for you stud. You see these?

-breathing; low, guttural growling-

Do you know where these are gonna go? I’ll give you three guesses.

-rhythmic, wet thudding-

Yeah that’s right, and I can see just how eager you are to try them out big boy. That’s right… yeah the more you drool, the easier it’ll be to fit. Get it nice and wet for me… That’s it… You’re not a firehose like Subject III, but you’re still a leaky boy. That’s one of the things I love about you most…

-low, whining hiss-

That should be enough. I hope you’re ready because I don’t plan on being gentle big guy.

I just gotta… get a good angle… Yeah there we go.

Fuck… Goddamn I could just admire you all day stud. You’re a real Adonis y’know.

-growling; mechanical whirring-

Oh wow you’re impatient today. Maybe I should let you get pent up more often, huh? Well, there’s no point keeping waiting any longer, let’s see how well you can take this-

-grunting; wet slapping, low hissing and growling-

C’mon… Just a bit more… Hrrrghfuck!

-wet pop; loud shrieking, hissing-

Fuck yeah! Fuck… That was easier than I expected. I gotta say II, your ass looks real good with a nice, fat plug filling you up. It’s almost- oh fuck! Did you…

Oh my god that made you cum didn’t it? Fuck, I didn’t even have a chance to hook you up to one of the pumps; you spilled it all over yourself.

Hmmmm… If that was enough to make you pop, I wonder how you’ll handle the next one. Don’t move stud, I gotta go get some aphrodisiacs to get you ready to go again. Don’t cum on the floor while I’m gone.

Not too much at least, save some for me.

ENTRY #19D

Subject II performed remarkably well today. In fact, he took a very keen interest in today’s tests; so much so that I left the last buttplug inside that sexy tailhole of his. That’s pretty impressive considering that thing is bigger than a basketball.

I think I’ll leave it in overnight and keep him hooked up to the collector, I want to see just how much I can squeeze out of him while he’s plugged up.

…Oh shit! I should probably go tell Liza it’s time to go home! I don’t think she noticed the time.

 I hope she hasn’t broken him yet.

ADDITIONAL NOTES:

Inquire about creating vibrating buttplugs; Human & Xenomorph sized. - B

Ask Dr. Bertram if he’ll let me use larger plugs on Subject I. I don’t think he was satisfied with the largest one he made. I’ll just borrow one from the set made for Subject II in the meantime - Liza