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Extract Taken from Ransome's Journal
It is with some consternation that I recount events at the Facility following Zaragoza's ultimatum, the long hours I spent in a lavish bed chamber surrounded by Zykill nymphets, creatures of such powerful sexual allure I find it difficult to describe them without an involuntary shudder of remembered pleasure. Primarily because, as the Professor predicted, of the immense enjoyment I derived from my new existence–and who would not, I ask you?–being treated like the leader of an orgiastic cult. Each morning, a pair of Zykill nymphets (they always appeared in pairs, threes or fours, never alone) would enter my chamber, strip naked and perform acts of wonderful fellatio upon me (this, I later learned, was to enhance the strength of my initial ejaculation, the first and most sought after of the day), before subjecting me to the most intense lovemaking imaginable.
