Octopussy
Based on an original story created by inkquill, with artwork by Cervantes
CHAPTER 2
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When Lt. Mitchell awoke from a groggy, drug-induced haze, it took him a few minutes to figure out where he was and piece together the disjointed and chaotic events of his recent past. But once he’d shaken off the after effects of the heavy-duty tranquilizer, his memories all came back in a rush.
The U.S. Navy had recently learned the location of a top secret installation of the evil organization known simply as ‘The Agency’, a para-governmental consortium of rich and powerful men dedicated to toppling the world powers and setting themselves up as a hegemony over the entire human race. Previous attempts to storm an Agency installation and obtain useful intel on the organization had thus far been unsuccessful; either the Agency’s files were all destroyed and its leaders gone before U.S. military forces could secure the base, or the American soldiers were decimated by the extremely heavy and sophisticated defenses set in place. To date, no high ranking Agency member had been captured alive, and the military therefore had very little information regarding this deeply secretive organization.
The decision was therefore made to send in an elite strike force, one that might be able to infiltrate the hidden island base and secure vital intel before it was destroyed or compromised by Agency forces. After a brief discussion among the top brass, it was unanimously decided that this was a task for one of their most skilled and elite soldiers — Lieutenant Ryan Mitchell. Lt. Mitchell was the military’s most highly decorated Navy Seal, which was even more impressive as the young man was a mere 21 years of age. The gigantic muscle man was barely legal to drink, yet he had successfully completed more dangerous missions than any other Seal in U.S. naval history. Further, Ryan Mitchell was also the most successful result of the top secret Project Adam, a fact only known to the military’s top officials and scientists. Lt. Mitchell was the only military agent who had the combination of ability, braun, and brains to hope to pull off such a dangerous and important assignment.
Lt. Mitchell was called and briefed about the mission, and the handsome young soldier unhesitantly agreed to take on the dangerous assignment.
Lt. Mitchell boarded a Navy submersible, which headed out under the darkness of night and stopped just over 20 miles north of the uncharted island. The Navy Seal then donned his scuba equipment and prepared for the long swim to the island. The submarine captain clapped the young giant’s enormously muscular shoulder and wished him luck, then helped load the big muscle bull into one of the empty torpedo bays. The hollow tube was built to accommodate massive, hull-piercing underwater projectiles, and yet it was still a tight fit for the extraordinarily muscular soldier. The inner hatch was closed, the tube flooded with water, and the outer hatch opened, allowing Lt. Mitchell to squeeze his way through the tight opening and then out into the open ocean.
Ryan was a supremely powerful swimmer (just as he was a phenomenally powerful runner, climber, boxer, wrestler, etc.) and he was therefore able to cut through the water at tremendous speed. He kept a minimum of 50 feet underwater, the better to avoid radar and infrared detection, and crossed the more than 20 miles to the island in under 2 hours, despite strong counter currents and a powerful undertow.
The crew back on board the submersible was able to monitor the super solider’s progress via a tiny transponder imbedded in the man’s phenomenally muscular forearm. The Naval seamen back on board the submarine were awed and astounded by the young man’s phenomenal speed, as well as by the fact that his thunderously powerful heart rate never went above 40 beats per minute, and his respirations per minute never went above 12. The crew realized that the huge man’s physical abilities far exceeded those of any Olympic athlete, and though the captain refused to speak on the subject, they all suspected that the spectacularly muscular super soldier was even more than he appeared to be.
When Ryan arrived at the island, he surfaced at the base of a sheer cliff, rising more than 500 feet above him. He climbed out of the roughly crashing surf onto broken boulders, shrugged off his goggles, flippers, and only half-spent oxygen tank, and then began the long, arduous, and extremely dangerous climb up the cliff face. Lt. Mitchell was an extremely accomplished climber, however, having free climbed Yosemite’s El Capitan more than a dozen times, and once performing a solo climb to the top of Mount Everest…without the use of supplemental oxygen! This spray-slick cliff face was therefore child’s play for the mighty soldier, and he soon reached the lush tropical plateau at the top of the cliff.
Ryan silently worked his way through the deadly and sophisticated security system outlining the perimeter of the secret base, and finally gained entry to the Agency facility itself. The huge muscle man quietly worked his way deeper and deeper into the facility, avoiding traps and patrols alike, and was very nearly in the heart of the building when the final trap was sprung. Ryan dropped out of an air vent into a large room, and immediately found himself surrounded by more than two dozen paramilitary guards armed with high-powered tranquilizer rifles.
The gigantic Navy Seal stopped in his tracks, instantly realizing that even his amazing agility and lightning reflexes couldn’t hope to get him out of such a situation. He also immediately realized that he had been betrayed, his mission compromised by someone within the highest levels of the U.S. military itself! He knew that he had to escape somehow to provide a warning that the military had been infiltrated by Agency operatives.
That was the huge stud’s last coherent thought as all two dozen guards started firing their rifles at the big, beefy target. The tranquilizer darts themselves were diamond tipped, and thus were able to puncture Ryan’s scuba suit and even his incredibly dense and genetically toughened muscles beneath with relative ease, pumping him full of a powerful sedative.
The two dozen darts puncturing his flesh shot enough sedative into Ryan’s body to take down a raging bull elephant, yet the mighty soldier was made of awesomely tough stuff and merely fell to one knee. His mind was clouding and his great muscles felt like they were made of water, but the super soldier fought to stay conscious. In an astounding display of strength and sheer force of will, the huge muscle bull slowly pulled himself back up on both feet, and started taking a couple of slow, lumbering steps forward toward his assailants. Many of the guards were struck with fear, and more than a few stumbled a couple of steps backward away from the utterly titanic muscle man. Ryan’s phenomenal show of strength was for naught, however, as another two dozen darts hammered into his torso and limbs, pumping even more of the powerful muscle relaxant into his massive body.
This time, Ryan fell heavily onto both knees, swayed a couple of times, and then fell onto his broad and thickly muscled back with a loud and very meaty ‘WHUMP!’
More than a dozen riflemen crowded forward around the fallen muscle hunk. Ryan’s heavy-lidded eyes looked upward at a sea of menacing faces and the muzzles of more than a dozen rifles. His beautiful blue eyes flew open even wider when he realized that every last one of those rifles was trained on his neoprene-clad crotch. He was powerless to act, however, as he felt more than a dozen darts slam into his massive crotch bulge, their sharp spikes burying themselves deep into his most tender of man parts. Ryan had time to bellow in intense pain before everything finally went black.
Now, some unknown time later, the big Navy Seal had fought his way back to consciousness. He found that he had been bound upright between two huge, vertical support columns made of solid steel, thick metal manacles secured around his wrists and ankles and heavy chains binding him to the two steel pillars. He was still clad in his skintight scuba suit, but at least the dozens of darts had been pulled out of his body.
He found himself in some large, high-ceilinged room made of solid concrete. A single door existed in the wall directly opposite from him, and one bank of windows appeared high on the wall to his right, showing a cloudless night sky outside. The scant starlight from outside could only hint at the purpose of the many machines, devices, and instruments crowding the floor and various tables of this large room, and Ryan didn’t want to think too much about what all of this equipment might be for.
With a growing sense of unease, Lt. Mitchell knew he could only wait helplessly for whatever torments and tortures were to come…
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Dr. Schaller viewed his prisoner from a series of monitors in his private inner sanctum, the various hidden cameras in the dungeon room providing a detailed and light-enhanced image of the huge muscle man bound in the room’s center. The sheer size and stunning masculine beauty of the enormous muscle bull almost took the doctor’s breath away, and he found that his heart was hammering in his chest at the mere sight of this most spectacular of males. The details in the classified report couldn’t begin to adequately describe the phenomenally muscular size and almost ridiculously square-jawed beauty of this fantastic young man. The tight scuba suit did nothing to hide the overwhelmingly massive SIZE of the stud’s gigantic musculature, and Dr. Schaller wondered in amazement if the report actually underestimated the young hulk’s dimensions.
The doctor was also flabbergasted by how quickly the young man had recovered from the more than a QUART of tranquilizing solution that had been pumped into his massive body. He had received enough of the serum to knock out a blue whale, enough to kill a normal man a hundred times over, but this mighty bull had shaken off the medicine’s effects in less than an hour! In fact, his soldiers had barely enough time to haul the dead weight of his colossal, 385-pound form here to the dungeon and place him in the titanium-reinforced restraints before the stud had begun to awaken!
Oh yes, this was a powerful stud of a man indeed! Perhaps powerful enough to participate in the doctor’s greatest experiments! But first, Dr. Schaller would need to test the big bull, and determine if he truly was worthy of the next phase of the doctor’s work…
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