The Sinful Legacy of NAnOMachInes

Author's Note: The two chapters to follow were written many months ago. The first chapter was written in July last year. The writer of "Longing Snake" and I had plans to work together on combining and synchronizing our stories into one, but sadly, that fell through. A lot of good came out of it though; on my end, TheWriter gave me inspiration for the second chapter (his bit on the B&B mechs was made before my second chapter) and he suggested the location for my third chapter. Based on the first chapter's events, I was fortunate enough that people drew the new look Naomi, and I used that as a base for the third chapter's events. I will include those images at the end of the third chapter. If you like the story, please vote or leave a review. Doing so tells me that what I'm doing is worthwhile, and in cases where you give me constructive criticism, can help me to improve my future writing.

She was a looker, that's for sure. Naomi Hunter, expert gene therapist. The years since Shadow Moses proved kind to the sultry scientist. Decked out in her accoutrement of style, Naomi came off ready for a hot date. This left more than a fair share of the soldiers wondering what reasons she had for such elegance when she spent most of her waking hours in front of a computer or peering through the lens of a microscope.

High heels adorned her feet, black pantyhose climbing up her shapely legs and disappearing behind a wall of solid black skirt. The light absurdity of the rest of her garb went unquestioned for all but the most attentive of men, the ones who could shake the mental hold of her enticing bosom long enough to notice how she had decidedly left her dress shirt open and wore a strange necklace that brought needless attention to her braless chest. One bend, one stumble looked enough for them shift into the open.

That alone proved all it took for most of Liquid Ocelot's men to lose sight of their location. Aboard their vessel, it cruised across the ocean toward their next objective at the legendary Shadow Moses Island. With the scientist strutting around, they couldn't help but notice when her coifed hair occasionally fell into the frame of her face, in that instant leading their gazes toward something that made the blood shiver within their limbs, one spot more than the others.

Her eyes. Her calculating, piercing, hazelnut eyes. Their shimmer and gleam could make a man wilter in his seat. They betrayed a superior mind masked by a sexy, sultry frame of a body. For all the lusting a man had toward such a beauty, those eyes told them the one thing they didn't want to hear.

'You are not worthy.'

She hardly looked the haughty type. Far from it. As ravenous as her body might be, her great intellect outclassed everyone around her. The way she carried herself, her body language, it spoke of an intellect that could bring one's mind to a strange new form of orgasm, as if one idle chat could shatter the fragile mental linings of those less educated around her. She oozed temptation and downfall, and as she disappeared to the upper deck, each man looked to his peers with as much uncertainty as intrigue.


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"Liquid."

It never felt quite right, whenever Liquid turned to reveal the face of a much different man. The face of Revolver Ocelot. It struck her odd that Liquid found a way to take control. Odd, but feasible. Through the genes in his arm, Liquid gained dominion over Ocelot's mind. The rarity of such a confluence of events made its likelihood near-impossible, even in theory, and yet here stood absolute proof of its viability, scanning her from head to toe.

"Doctor Naomi. You've done some fine work for us these past few months," Liquid Ocelot praised.

Through it, Naomi couldn't shake an uncanny sense of being... judged? Assessed? She could feel precisely where his discerning eyes trailed, from chin to lips to cheek. The force of his gaze impressed upon her so indelibly, she had to look away.

She smiled warily. "I'm glad I could be of help, Liquid. How long until we reach Shadow Moses Island?"

"Half a week at most. Why? Are you anxious?"

She stepped forward, passing Liquid to peer out at the great blue expanse before them. Wind blew her hair back, momentarily undoing the careful positioning she had of every bang and strand. With a slow, steady heel swivel, she turned back to him. "It's been nine years since the Shadow Moses incident. It feels like I'm about to visit a memorial. I wonder what it will be like when we arrive."

The 'hmm' that resounded from Liquid gave Naomi pause. It felt ominous. What scheme did he have planned? She knew their objective in heading to Shadow Moses Island. She also knew that when working with Snake, Liquid moved many steps ahead of what any of them could expect.

Or maybe she was imagining things? Last time, she stood on Snake's side. This time, Liquid's. He had need of her.

"Doctor Naomi. I have something to show you below deck. Won't you join me?"

Suddenly, her blood ran colder and darker than the snowy nights on that island the world forgot.

Her eyes shot over to Vamp for a fleeting instant. Sturdy and calm, the 'immortal' of her own invention brought nothing in the lines on his face or his stance that gave her signs of how she should interpret Liquid's call.

"Yes."

She trailed behind the man, reluctance in her step. Casting a final glance to the open air and seas, she descended into the bowels of the ship.


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Bleak and cold. In a word, dead. That was how the ship's empty halls felt to the good doctor. It didn't need to look elaborate, only functional. Her return didn't go unnoticed by the waiting soldiers. The too common eye-roll, though she fought the urge, became self-fulfilling from Naomi when the soldiers predictably and uncouthly gazed at the fruits of her body.

The open seas. The passing of time. The loneliness of men confined amongst men. She hadn't readied her nerves nearly enough for this trip, and her thoughts on their leering had long since moved from amused to annoyed. The soldiers followed under Liquid's directive, guaranteeing that for the duration of whatever he had in mind, she would have to endure their perversions.

The walk brought them to a series of cabins. Most were for storage or sleep, and a select few had other purposes. When Liquid entered one, Naomi stepped inside after him and glanced around. A storage room. Rats scurried between shelves and boxes. What made this storage room peculiar was the abundance of open space. She saw the walls lined with boxes and shelves of everything from rations to ammunition, with a table and chairs pressed against the wall ahead of her. Despite herself, Naomi couldn't avoid staring at what laid on the table. Hal's drone, broken into pieces earlier by Vamp, and beside it... a camera? Caught off guard, her body bucked forward as...

"Hey!" After having her ass groped by an anonymous soldier, she couldn't quite get over the shock in time to move. The barrage of other men that piled in after knocked her to the ground. Soon, the room filled with four soldiers, two to each side, with Liquid standing silently at the table. Her shaky legs brought her back to upright, and her eyes fell on the camera while Liquid took it in his hands.

"A good old-fashioned camera," Liquid Ocelot reminisced. " They got a lot of use for reconnaissance back in the old days. They don't get much action in military work anymore. Why use photographs when you can have a video feed?"

"Liquid?" the non-question she asked sounded stupidly unsure. Naomi knew that. Normally, she could read a man's body to get the information she needed to know. Liquid was... different. He covered up his intentions well. So well, in fact, any time you could read into him was a time when you had to question why.

"We may not need them for war games anymore, but cameras can have other uses... like... this one."

Naomi didn't have time to dissect the words before she had the camera aimed squarely on her. Her eyes went dead as cold metal ripped through her chest and exited out her back to splatter blood against the wall.

...That's the sensation her mind made real for that fraction of a second when panic and fear flooded in. No blood gushed, no wounds made, not even the percussive sound of a shot fired. It felt so real, and yet it wasn't. She thought for certain the man had rigged the camera into a weapon, one that could catch any target unaware. But as she felt a rush of energy in every muscle fiber, she quickly realized it was a weapon. A different kind of weapon, a weapon made of something other than metal and gunpowder. This weapon wasn't made to kill or wound.

It was built for something worse.

Her fight against the weapon failed, utterly and completely. Her right arm moved against her will to bend the elbow back and up until her hand touched behind her neck. Her legs spread out slightly to give her a bit more of a sexy allure, the hand of her other arm moving to rest to the side of her crotch. And worst of all, though she fought with all she had, a flirtatious smile crept upon her lips, the appearance of such washing over the rest of her features. The flash of the camera carried a sense of finality that made a bullet feel almost tame.

Almost.

"What... did... you... do to me?" her voice strained out, the sound of release bursting free from her lungs in that last bit of phrase.

"Not only to you, I did the same to all of the Beauty and Beast Corps' leaders," Liquid Ocelot revealed. "All of the women of the B&B Corps have a weakness in their nanomachines when out of their armor, a weakness that makes them stop and pose whenever they have a camera aimed at them. It makes it real easy to keep them in line. Now, you share that weakness with them."

"Why?!"

"Do you think I'm a fool, Naomi? Screaming Mantis picked up some of your thoughts. You knew about that droid from the second it stowed away on our ship, and you kept it a secret until you were sure that we gave all the information my brother might want."

"What? No!"

"Don't lie to me Naomi," Liquid looked at his prey through the camera. "You put our cause at risk, and any real need we had for you ended back in eastern Europe. That makes you more of a liability than an asset."

Dread spread quick through Naomi's normally composed mind. He had her cornered. Out in the middle of the ocean, stuck among a ship of men, and now trapped within her own body. No escape. They had days before they would get to Shadow Moses Island, and judging by the fact he hadn't killed her outright...

"I could kill you, but I have something much bigger planned, doctor Naomi."

"...Bigger?" her cheeks tensed.

"Moan."

Wide-eyed, she again failed to resist.

"OOOOOOOOOooooooooohhh!" An outpour of passion burst out with more force than she'd thought possible. Her lungs, once full of air, emptied rapidly until all that remained was faltering remnants of sound. She panted through her teeth and nostrils as she went straight back into her former smile.

Liquid kept the camera beaded at his captive. "You, Naomi, have something my men want. I think you know what that is."

Something worse.

"This camera can make you say or do anything the holder wants, and every command will remain in place for as long as it's kept pointed at you. If the person says nothing, you will stay in a pose until someone takes the camera off you. The perfect arrangement. I have given my men orders on how to treat you. By the time they finish with you, you will come to know exactly who and what you are. Farewell, doctor Naomi."

Her eyes watched closely as the camera began its change of hands from Liquid to one of the soldiers. All she needed was an opening. a misdirected lens, a fumble, a block between herself and that camera, anything that could come between her and it. As Liquid pulled the camera back at the last second, her hopes raised that he might accidentally steer the lens in the wrong direction, hopes that were dashed when his hand went stable and he turned toward her.

"I'm getting forgetful in my old age," Liquid said. "I have a few commands to give you myself, Naomi. I think you will come to love them over the next few days."

Her heart sank lower even as her smile grew wider and brighter.

"Every time you feel something touch or graze your skin and hair, you will moan like a whore. The more you moan, the more aroused you will feel. When you..."

Naomi's eyes fogged over as Liquid's orders wormed their way deep inside her heart, each new one redefining the good doctor in terms that made her want to lash out at Liquid. Her mind, though resilient and insightful, stood no chance in deterring her body's actions when faced with the might of her own nanomachines.

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"Damn, I never thought I'd have this much fun with a camera. Naomi, change pose."

Powerless. She could do nothing as they turned her beauty into a curse. Her labcoat, her heels, her skirt, her pantyhose, her panties, all lay discarded in the corner of the room as rats crawled over and in them. They'd allowed her the benefit of her shirt, which to her dismay gave them an ample view when not confined by her coat. She bent foward at the waist, obscenely thrusting her ass into the air. When her tits dangled off her chest, she briefly thanked that her shirt kept them from spilling out into the open.

A sentiment soon lost.

"Ooooooooooohhhhh!!!" she wailed in arousal when the very tip of her nipples brushed the inner button lining of her shirt.

"She's really getting into this, isn't she?"
"Are you sure the boss didn't make all that up about the camera? She sounds genuinely turned on to me."

Naomi panted through her bright white smile. "... Bastards..."

"I don't know anymore. Let's take more pictures and see where it leads."

Trapped. Paralyzed by an insignificant, unassuming camera. Her fury boiled over while the one with the camera zoomed in on her breasts and snapped one off. They'd made her stand in a variety of scandalous, sexy poses in different states of undress, which made it no easier when he went around back. Her initial theory, that not seeing it would make her act like it wasn't there, proved false after having to suffer through many photos taken of her naked backside. This was the worst one yet, caught with her ass hanging out like an offering.

"Naomi, take off your shirt."

It pained her that the camera forced her every move to come off wanton, making her stand and take it off with a smutty allure through slow shoulder-baring and hip sways, all to the tune of flash-bursts and her light moans peppering the air. When it was all over, she threw her shirt into the rest of the rat-infested pile.

Which was when something slim and white dropped to the floor.

"What's that?" the other soldier wondered, scoping in in seconds. "A cigarette?" Sure enough, as he took it in hand and examined, he confirmed the object.

Naomi stared at it. Little had Snake known, back in South America, that the short interplay between them with his cigarette allowed her to switch it out with something of her own making, and hide the legendary war hero's favorite bad habit in the folds of her underboob. Amid all the recent travel and work, she forgot about how she had squirreled it away there.

She grit her teeth as the soldier slipped it onto the top of her ear.

"I think it's time we broke her in, wouldn't you say?"
"Let me come around front first, I have a new command for her."

After taking another picture, the soldier made his way to the front of their captive model. He gave the order. "Naomi, dirty talk is the only kind of talk that can come from your mouth."

"No..."

"You will take extra special effort to frame yourself as the most desperate and depraved slut you can imagine."

"NO!!!"

She blinked, and the first movements of her lips felt like the initial flow of a new, cruel type of poison into her system. "Ooooh... when are you two going to stop torturing me like this and start plugging me? Do I have to beg you to use me as a fucktoy?"

The camera wielder grinned. "As a matter of fact, yes, you do. We're taking a big risk by having sex with a whore like you. Crawl over to me, and if you look needy enough, we might let you have some."

Her face plastered with that goddamned smirk, she lowered herself onto her hands and knees, fuming as she did anything and everything that she least wanted to act out. Her eyes fixed onto the man as she slowly crawled toward him, moaning softly all the way. Her eyes shimmered with a need that, inwardly, she wanted none of. "Please... please... I haven't had a cock inside me in months! You don't know what it's like, denying your own urges all the time to make sure people see you as a professional. I may be a geneticist, but that doesn't mean I can't be a whore! Please..."

The crawl made her breasts sway, bringing more at attention than the soldiers' wits. They took a slew of pictures, each one more smutty than the last. Just before the good doctor got to his feet, the soldier ordered her to stop.

"You're lucky I'm a man of pity."

Naomi went into a fit of hysterics in her own mind. A man of pity?

He added, "I'll take pictures while he has his way with you. I expect you to act like a good slut."

Her eyes glazed over for a moment, long enough that when she snapped out of it, the other man had already maneuvered behind her. On hands and knees, his slight touch made her whimper in ecstacy.

His cock ramming into her loins made her wail.

"Don't tell me THAT was all it took," he said from behind.

Doing her best to ignore the flash of light, she mentally blocked out her own words. "What did you expect? Just feeling it inside me... UUUUHHHHNNN!" She got cut off when the soldier pounded into her, with just one thrust making her pant for several seconds before she could speak again. "That's it, don't be shy. Give me a good battering, something to help me remember you by after I've fucked hundreds of nameless, faceless men."

"Oh, that's how you want it?"

No.. no... please, stop... "Stop teasing me and DO me already! My pussy can't take much more of it."

"Stop being so pushy! You whores, sometimes you're not worth the trouble."

She shuddered inside as she cried out in passion when it drove deeper. Trapped. A prisoner in her own body, a house of lust.

That afternoon saw the ship given new life, as Naomi's constant barrage of hearty, wanton moans and groans cascaded through the ship's halls.

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"You ARE a skilled slut, doctor Naomi."

The 'compliment' wounded more bitterly than any bullet. Hoarse. Weary. And above all, messy.

She looked at her hands. Her shaky, cum-caked hands. That wasn't the only spot. On her knees, peering down at the floor, cum dripped off her hair. The rest of her physique, literally coated with layers of it, offered few patches where her flesh showed in the open air. A drop of it fell from the tip of her nose. She was used. Thoroughly. She cast a glance up to the man with the camera, death in her eyes.

"More..." involuntarily leapt from her tongue.

"I'm sorry Naomi," the soldier mocked, "we don't have the same hunger for sex that you do. You'll have to wait until later."

Her arms gave out, dropping her to the floor... and to another outburst of what sounded to the unknowing listener like unbridled lust. She pulled herself up off the ground with tired arms just as the soldier took the cigarette from her ear and placed it in her mouth.

"Listen, you might be an extraordinary whore, but we're ordinary men. We might have nanomachines in our bodies, but even the eight of us on this ship can't hold out forever against a natural. We need to recover. In the meantime, why don't you go have a nice smoke and drink over there with the rats."

She wished deeply that she could give a look of disgust at the small cancer stick when the soldier lit it... but all she could do was take it in her mouth, take a puff, and breathe it out as cooly as if she'd smoked them all her life. "Ah, nothing like a good smoke after a day of good sex."

Cursing her predicament all the while, she crawled over next to her clothes and sat back against the wall. She took another puff, and reached out for a can of soda brought to her by one of the soldiers, when it happened.

Her heart pounded wildly with arousal as she moaned from the bit of ash that rolled onto naked patches of her chest. The gentle journey down to her crotch brought Naomi's attention back down there. Spreading her legs out wide, her mind repeated a secret prayer for salvation as her hand wiped up some of the cum oozing from her and made her lick her hand clean. She would have given anything to be able to so much as gag in disgust.

"Mmm..." Taking the soda can in hand, she looked to see he had already popped it open for her. Carefully, she brought the drink toward her lips, ready to savor an ounce of cool, delicious liquid that would wash away the taste of what came before it.

Another bit of ash ran between her bosom.

The chain of events ravaged her already worn-down mind, tested to a breaking point from orgasm after orgasm induced on her. Soda poured down her body starting at her chin, washing away tiny bits of ash and cum. In the end, it pooled between her legs, the front of her body glistening with the mess from chest to breast to stomach to mound. She panted wildly from the strain it placed on her, taking all the will she had to bring her body back from its hormonal high.

"Eww," she eyed the now empty can, her body deciding to nonchalantly throw it into the clothing pile beside her. "These bastards." She took another puff, and another moan. "They can't keep me this way forever. That camera has to come off me some time."

She blinked once more at another burst of light in a flurry of flashes from the camera. "When it does, I-... I-"

"Rats?" her head turned... just in time to see them scurry out of the pile. Even under the camera's control, her shock and surprise at them emerging and scurrying toward her made her stare open-mouthed. The first of them climbed up her leg. The second, sniffed at her crotch. A third rested on her chest. A fourth crawled up her arm and into her hair. Her throat pushed for a shriek. Her voice pushed for a scream.

"OOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHH!" Naomi gasped, her body shuddering against her will as several orgasms pummeled through her. Her entire body bucked around in a fit, her mind getting lost in a delirium of passion. Words flew from her mouth she didn't hear, but they nonetheless sank into the deepest layers of her heart. "Rats. Nature's vermin. Oooooooooooh, yes, rats..."

Her moans, groans and words cut deep and embedded at the very core of her heart. From evening into dawn, the agonized wails of the former doctor Naomi reached new heights under the pattering of her new rodent kin.

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Liquid Ocelot could hear the moans bellowed by the good doctor Naomi from all the way up on the ship's top deck. Days had passed, each one filled with the crashing waves of an ocean and an orgasm. Several orgasms, in fact. Each one Naomi experienced made her moan loud enough to shake the frame of the ship. In truth, he was beginning to find the woman's outbursts aggravating. Day and night, she never let up.

The screams he suddenly heard coming from the bowels of the ship were a blessing.

Screams and moans, both fought for supremacy from the lower decks, both getting louder and closer. He turned in waiting, Vamp and the two soldiers at Liquid's side readying their guns and knives for a fight. A darkness formed at the mouth of the opening to the inside of the ship, a darkness that took shape.

In the form of Naomi Hunter.

If she could be called that. She hobbled up the stairs and toward Liquid, putting herself on display... and showing them what she had become.

Blood and cum trickled down her small frame. Neither hers. She held her head while strutting toward Liquid, that same ineffable smile plastered on her unwashed face.

"Welcome to your rebirth..." Liquid announced, "... Moaning Rat!"

"OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Her moan, loud and vibrant, echoed for miles into the sky and across the great blue expanse.

Liquid admired his own work. The rest of the Beauty and Beast Corps came from war-torn countries, abused from childhood into the war machines they were today. Naomi Hunter was an adult. It took a lot of planning, giving her and her nanomachines the right commands with the help of SOP and Screaming Mantis to force her down this new path. Days of torment and one false move by a soldier gave Naomi both the drive and opportunity to kill one of the soldiers who took advantage of her.

And with his death, the most massive, mind-blowing orgasm that she'd ever felt, perfectly engineered at the same time he altered Naomi's nanomachines to obey any who wielded a camera. The rest fell into place from there. The woman's already fractured mind had shattered into many small pieces and molded back together as the very thing that stood before him: a monster. Moral dilemma, carnal lust, and battered senses pushed her further than she could take. Hungry for another taste, Naomi fell into the same trapping as the other leaders of the B&B Corps, murdering every soldier who wronged her and condemning herself to a new life at war.

"Moaning Rat..." she whimpered and gasped, her hands holding her loins to brace her growing arousal.

Liquid looked into the woman's eyes. No trace of her strong, intelligent mind remained in that shell. What he saw staring back at him was a whore. A crude, hungry, battle-ready slut eager to find release anywhere she could. Nothing else.

"A rat..." Uncertainty, at first, morphed into dark, vile, sadistic pleasure as her voice boomed. "A rat! A nasty, despicable beast that scurries about and scours the filth of men." She moaned passionately at the thought, looking out at Shadow Moses Island in the distance, the pace of her words quickening with the rapid rise of her arousal. "Bedrooms, bathrooms, dumpsters, the battlefield, anywhere to get more of it! I... must.. be... fucked!"

All according to plan. Ocelot questioned her. "You're not looking for sex itself, you're looking for the feeling it gives you, aren't you, Moaning Rat?"

She answered with a low, growly moan.

"You can have sex all you want, but if you want the strongest orgasm of your life, one that will last until the day you die and give you the release you want so badly, you have only one task: kill Solid Snake."

"Kill... Snake?"

"His death will bring you more pleasure than you could ever imagine!"

"Kill.... Snake!" even in yelling, traces of ecstacy seeped through. "I will fuck him, bathe in his cum, let it ooze across my body and bake into my skin. I will rip open his pants, take him in my mouth, ride him, every little wicked thing this body can dish out. Then, I will kill him, and bathe in his blood. History will know me as the whore, the Moaning Rat, that finally beat the legendary Solid Snake!"

Her enthusiasm showed great promise, and the shock of fighting someone familiar might be enough to slow Snake for fractions of seconds and give the Moaning Rat the upper hand. "We will build your own armored mech suit when we reach Shadow Moses Island."

Their ship skipped closer to the shoreline. Moaning Rat groped her crotch in both hands, waiting impatiently for her shot at victory, glory, and more pleasure than her tainted pussy could withstand.