Standing atop the elevated platform behind the goalposts, Dr. Edwin Zander powered on the VTX-2. Perched on its reinforced tripod, the molecular disruptor’s three-meter chrome barrel glistened under the stadium lights. Edwin waited a few seconds before checking the diagnostic output on his handheld tablet. He turned to his assistant, Keiko.
“All readings are nominal,” he remarked over thumping techno music. “We have a green light for the live test.”
Keiko smiled and gestured at the packed stands all around the field.
“That’s a relief because I’d hate to disappoint fifty thousand eager spectators.”
Edwin pointed at the field spread out before them.
“Not to mention our test subjects for the evening.”
Keiko nodded as she surveyed the field. Two hundred women stood in a rectangular formation around the 350-meter perimeter, all naked as the day they were born. Dozens of strobe lights illuminated their nude bodies as they gyrated suggestively in time with the thundering beat and slapped each other’s bare asses, much to the delight of their fans.
“Well, Dr. Zander,” Keiko remarked. “It looks like we’re all set. Shall I prepare the test subjects?”
“Absolutely.”
Keiko picked up a wireless microphone and brought it to her lips.
“Ladies, we are ready to conduct tonight’s test of the VTX-2.”
The music faded as the naked volunteers stopped dancing and caressing each other. They turned toward Keiko on the platform.
“Please hold the hands of the subjects on either side of you. We need an unbroken human chain with a five-meter gap in front of our platform.” She pointed at the two nearest women. “The gap will be right here between you two. You’re test subject 1. You’ll be test subject 200.”
Keiko inspected the entire line of bare flesh with binoculars and then nodded to Edwin.
“We have a continuous chain of two hundred nude test subjects, Dr. Zander.”
“Excellent.”
Edwin marveled at his meteoric rise in recent weeks. As soon as the clinical review board approved the VTX-1, he was seemingly everywhere: news broadcasts, talk shows, podcasts, and more. The notion of vaporizing vivacious vixens in their prime struck a chord in the public consciousness like nothing ever had before. The sheer indulgence of permanently stripping hundreds of young women from reality as though they never existed awakened something in millions of people—not to mention thousands of eligible ladies clamoring for a date with destiny.
Edwin turned to Keiko and smiled.
“Shall we light ‘em up?”
Keiko grinned and nodded before raising the microphone again to address the restless crowd that filled the stadium.
“Good evening, zap fans! My name is Keiko Kimura, and this is Dr. Edwin Zander. Thank you so much for coming out tonight for our first official field test of this prototype VTX-2 molecular disruptor. Is everyone ready to witness a stunningly sexy scientific achievement?”
The frenzied fans rose to their feet in unison, screaming and clapping. Keiko laughed.
“I’ll take that as a yes. Let’s count it down, shall we? Ten!”
The rabid spectators took over from there as the stadium lights dimmed.
“Nine! Eight! Seven!”
Edwin set the disruptor’s power output to the maximum of fifty Gigajoules. He’d need every bit of it to pull off this supremely sexy stunt.
“Six! Five! Four!”
He positioned his index finger a centimeter above a red button on the tablet screen.
“Three! Two! One!”
Edwin exhaled and grinned.
“Fire!” the crowd yelled.
Edwin tapped the button. A ferocious green energy beam erupted from the VTX-2’s barrel and struck the first test subject square on her bare chest. She gasped as her naked body glowed briefly before fading from existence in a haze of green vapor. When her afterglow vanished completely, the energy pulse had already traveled counter-clockwise through four more women.
“It’s working!” Keiko yelled over the screaming crowd in the stands.
“I love it when chalkboard calculations translate perfectly to vaporizing naked ladies,” Edwin replied with a devilish grin. “Also, I love my freaking job!”
The fleshy fuse continued burning unabated down the sideline, consuming one nude subject after another, leaving only a vapor chain of fading green afterglows in its wake. It reached the corner, raced along the far end of the field, and then turned down the final hundred meters directly toward Keiko and Edwin on the firing platform.
Without warning, Keiko suddenly grabbed the front of her white blouse and tore it open like Superman. Buttons flew in every direction as she let the garment drop and kicked off her black heels. Before Edwin could register what was happening, Keiko had shimmied out of her navy blue skirt.
“Feeling inspired?” Edwin asked with a smile.
Keiko nodded as she unhooked her bra and tossed it off the platform before yanking off her lace panties and kicking them onto the grass below. Now fully naked, she turned to Edwin.
“Do you mind if I join them?” she asked, eyes wild with desire.
“By all means, go right ahead. It won’t be the first time a research assistant heeded the siren call of oblivion.” Edwin glanced at the approaching glow. “You better hurry, though, or these sexy specimens might leave you behind, test subject 201.”
“Thanks, doc! See you around!”
With that, Keiko leaped off the five-meter-high platform. Edwin winced as the nude woman hit the ground, but she expertly tucked and rolled before popping to her feet and sprinting toward the end of the chain of naked ladies.
The crowd noticed the commotion and began to chant her name: “Keiko! Keiko!”
The glow of fading flesh drew ever closer as she ran, bare breasts bouncing wildly. It was going to be close.
The energy pulse reached test subject 200 at the end of the line. She offered her right hand as her left arm dissolved into nothingness. Keiko launched herself through the air, grabbing the vanishing woman’s hand as the wave of energy coursed through it and into Keiko’s body. She was already glowing as she slid across the grass. The crowd roared.
Keiko sprang to her feet and leaped naked into the air with arms extended over her head triumphantly.
“Fuck yeah, baby!” she screamed as she faded to a green afterglow and dissipated into thin air before she landed, just another test subject permanently erased from existence to further Dr. Zander’s extraordinary research.
Edwin picked up the microphone to address the crowd as they stared in stunned disbelief at the empty field.
“Let’s give it up for our two hundred fearless females!” he exclaimed. “And, of course, the lovely and ephemeral Keiko!”
The fifty thousand fans applauded for a full minute until Edwin continued.
“As you may have noticed from the sudden lack of luscious ladies down here, the VTX-2 field test was a stunning success! I hope you enjoyed the sexy spectacle as much as I did. Please join me next week for a test of the fully autonomous, AI-powered VTX-3 as three hundred horny hotties sprint into orgasmic oblivion. Good night, zap fans!”
Copyright 2024 Olivia “Zappy” Quinn
Photo by engin akyurt on Unsplash
Story notes
That’s right, zap fans! The good doctor is back with all the sexy specimens he needs to further his research. And he’s added a dose of showmanship to the mix with his public demonstrations. It’s an extraordinary time and everything Edwin could ask for.
Are you ready to witness the spectacle of the VTX-3? And would you rather be in the stands or on the field? You probably know how I’d answer those two questions.
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