You take the piece of paper and go check the whole concern with your close friend Prince Assad. He chuckles when you mention the club "Hmm yes as dodgy as hell, basically a test ground for new Genetech technologies, but at least there is some truth to the claim. Genetech is currently developing cutting edge technology for the Kingdom, so we kind of give them free range. Aside from there well known hybrid lines they have been developing transformation serums. The original ones killed about half the subjects, but through a process of trial and error most survive now, but it isn't pleasant for sure. Unlike most magical approaches this technology allows for incredible fine tuning, you can literally make perfect genetic specimens with what ever qualities you like. You can make the perfect spy"
You nod clearly intrigued "Wow amazing, so the city is already using this technology?"
The Prince laughed "Yes John, its perfect for infiltration of places with different ethnic backgrounds for example"
You chuckle "Wow, I am impressed"
He grinned "Well we do have a rather tricky situation requiring a brave individual are you may be interested?"
You roll your eyes "I do know better than to volunteer, but tell me more"
The Prince sighed "Okay John, but what I am about to tell you is top secret. Alas it involves a traitor to the Kingdom, a former general in fact, an Abdul Saddam" the Prince paused then added "Saddam's mission was to secure an important fort, located at very strategic location between the Bengal and Castar rivers, from where the occupier can control most of the up river traffic into the gulf here, but when he arrived, something happened."
You gritted your teeth "He um decided to keep it for himself?"
The Prince nodded "Yes John Saddam seized the fortified compound, but he and his men failed to return to the City. Instead the blighter claimed the right of ruler and chieftain out of there and his men who were also believed loyal to the Kingdom, remained with him."
"From my recall the area is a rather inhospitable place to rule," you comment. "Why does he stay?"
The Prince snapped back "That is what we need to know. It appears to be for the pleasures of power. His men raid the surrounding area, capturing goods, treasures, and taking captives as slaves. He currently displays his superiority over others with impunity."
He muttered "As well as capturing women in transit up and down the rivers, they also take women from the tribal groups in the region. Fresh captures are marked with the four-petal brand of the brandius flower which happens to be Saddam's symbol. The brandius plant can be dried to make a narcotic. It is addictive and enticing, yet poisonous. It is a strange plant to choose as one's motif I must say"
He chuckled "Having said that his training methods must be top notch as by the time the women are passed on to the markets, the slaves are said to be exquisitely trained, possibly the best in the world. A girl marked with the brandius will
command a high price on the auction blocks of our Kingdom"
That seemed an irrelevant fact for the task, of the mission. "Hmm interesting Prince, but I guess the mission is to infiltrate Saddam's group, as a spy? Investigate what is going on?"
"Not exactly," is answer back cagey ""We've tried that approach several times. They are always able to quickly detect our agents, even men transformed to look like locals and Saddam's men defend him loyally."
He pauses, and in a cold emotionless tone adds "Parts of our agents' bodies are returned to the Kingdom as a message. It can be limbs, heads, genitals. The treatment is barbaric. We will send no more men to the area"
You feel a chill at the word "genitals," imagining the brutality behind these acts and the terror of the victims as they meet their fate.
"The only strangers to enter the compound safely are women," The Prince then adds, "and they only pass through the gates in the chains of captivity and only exit months latter when ready to be sold, none have escaped"
Setting aside the mystery of the role for now, you make a further suggestion "Well Prince given that a female spy could permit herself to be captured and observe from the inside and then purchased on the block to report her discoveries."
The Prince rolled his eyes "Infiltration by women has also obviously been tried," the Prince patiently continued, "and it has also failed but for different reasons. Whether we send a female agent that's free or a slave the outcome is the same. Saddam seems to inspire a devotion and submission in her that is unusually profound."
He paused and waited for your head nod then continued "Our girls leave the compound loyal to him, even defending him to and beyond the point of torture, but even when tortured to death we find nothing but superficial information from them, there conditioning is so strong."
"Your situation seems hopeless, then Prince. Clearly Saddam has you stymied you can't send a male agent to investigate his compound, because his team will find them out and kill them immediately; and you can't send a female agent, because women seem to turn into his willing slaves as soon as they're in his presence."
"Not quite hopeless John we have one last option," the Prince responded "We could utilize the new Genetech technology and send in a female body with the mind of a man, in the hope his inherently masculine nature would resist the force of Saddam's charisma. So far we seem to lack any men brave enough to undertake the mission"
You softly sigh and nod "Alas no man alive here would voluntarily swap places with a woman," you scorn. "The Arabian Nights Kingdom is a world for men to enjoy and for women to be enjoyed."
The Prince chuckled "Well most men have said the same, but John, I know you better, you words do not ring completely true. I have seen your interest in female affairs I suspect you have a deep seated curiosity about what it is like to be be female especially a genetically perfect one and if I throw in a big reward and the eternal gratitude of the city I suspect you might be persuaded. The process is completely reversible of course, but then are you to chicken to take this on?"
You blush and scowl back at him, not sure which aspect to be most offended by, your interest in feminine things or you alleged cowardice.
You grind your teeth "I am no coward, nor Prince do I want to be female, but for the Kingdom, I might consider the temporary sacrifice, so as well as changing gender these serums can enhance other attributes?"
The Prince nodded "Yes John, in fact we would aim to make you as near perfect in a range of attributes, like perfect health, stamina, agility, strength, intelligence, musical aptitude, memory and compassion. We would make you bisexual but predominately attracted to women to reduce Saddam's allure, and down load a range of useful skills for the mission. We would pick the type of girl he seems to most like, red heads. We would give you the best chance of success"
You run your fingers through your beard "Wow so basically you are suggesting make me a super woman?"
The Prince nodded "Yes John, and you are free to add anything you think we may have over looked"
He paused "So John will you go ahead with this"
You knot your brows weighing up the pros and cons
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