Dr. Edwin Zander trudged across the foggy field behind the starting line, frustrated with the setbacks in research and development for the VTX-4. As it turned out, scaling a two-meter-long molecular disruptor down to the size of a phaser rifle was a serious engineering challenge. Edwin’s inability to deliver the desired result was not due to a lack of effort or test subjects, as dozens of women had happily offered themselves for vaporization in the name of science. It was just plain difficult, though not insurmountable. He was confident he would eventually reach a breakthrough.
In the meantime, Edwin dreamed up another public spectacle to top the previous two stadium extravaganzas, jaw-dropping though they were. This one would be an inspiring ode to oblivion, the likes of which had never been witnessed.
Edwin opened the back door of a large van and stepped inside. Two women, one blonde and the other Latina, sat at control consoles, typing as monitors on the wall in front of them showed six different drone feeds. A Black woman behind them turned to Edwin and smiled.
“We’re almost ready here, doc. I’m Keisha, by the way. Our luscious Latina is Carmen. The buxom blonde next to her is Rachel.”
Edwin nodded. “Wonderful to meet all of you. I wasn’t sure how well my grand vision would translate to reality, but you and your team have outdone yourselves. I can’t wait to get underway!”
“Well, that makes four of us,” Carmen remarked, “but as Keisha said, we will soon be a go for launch.”
“I assume the ladies are in position,” Edwin replied.
“They certainly are,” said Rachel. “Test subjects one through two hundred are butt naked and lined up at the south end of the battlefield just outside the van.”
“Excellent!” Edwin turned to Keisha. “And the primary drone?”
“Ready to go airborne on our mark. Brilliant idea, by the way.”
“Oh? Which one?”
Keisha laughed. “I should be more specific in your case, doc. I’m referring to redesigning the VTX-3P disruptor to use a lightweight polymer instead of steel, reducing weight by two-thirds and allowing a quadrotor drone to carry two of them. It’s mind-boggling to see a three-meter-diameter drone carry two cannons, but it performed flawlessly in our flight tests. That’s a combined firing rate of fifty rounds per second!”
“Ah, yes,” Edwin replied with a grin. “That brilliant idea. I thought you meant the onboard infrared cameras with multi-target acquisition.”
Keisha punched him on the shoulder. “Well, now you’re just showing off, doc.” She turned to the other women. “Status update, ladies.”
“Camera feeds from the primary drone at the north finish line are nominal for both visible and infrared,” Carmen replied. “The other five drones are ready to fly and capture all the action.”
“One minute until the live broadcast starts,” Rachel added. “Everything is good to go.”
Keisha nodded and turned back to Edwin. “Nothing left to do but launch all the drones. Then we’ll blast the horn to release the nudes.”
“So,” Edwin began, “what are the odds that one of the naked ladies will reach the finish line at the north end of the battlefield?”
“Well, the woods will help our badass beauties, but the drone’s infrared targeting capabilities will easily negate that advantage. I think the odds are about 5% for our vivacious vixens, but that’s just a ballpark estimate. Whatever happens, it’ll make for a riveting live broadcast!”
Edwin nodded. “It certainly will.”
“We are live in five,” said Rachel. “Four, three, two, one. Broadcast is online.”
“Pan across all two hundred hotties with a camera drone,” Keisha said. “Tits first and then come back around to get those bare booties.”
“Copy that,” Carmen replied as she programmed the drone trajectory.
They watched the live feed as the camera drone flew down the line of naked women before swinging around and panning across their firm asses. The lovely ladies, elite college track stars from around the world, had jumped at the chance to match wits with Dr. Zander’s latest creation. The women wagered that their feminine wiles and athletic prowess would confound the state-of-the-art machine and its finely-tuned AI.
They were also thrill-seekers of the most extreme variety, willing to put their smokin’ hot nude bodies—sculpted over many arduous years—on the line with either glory or oblivion awaiting each of them in mere minutes. The anticipation was almost more than they could bear!
“Perfect!” Keisha said with a grin, eyes glued to the long line of bodacious butts. “Let’s do this!”
Rachel pressed a red button on her console. An air horn sounded outside and the nude horde sprinted into the woods. The finish line lay one kilometer to the north, with the final fifty meters across an open field.
“Launch the primary drone,” said Keisha. “Let’s give these naughty hotties the sweet oblivion they all secretly desire.”
“Copy that,” Rachel replied, typing on her console. “The primary drone is airborne. Telemetry is green, infrared cameras are online, and the targeting system is nominal. Releasing control to the AI now. Happy hunting, RainMaker.”
Edwin raised an eyebrow. “RainMaker, eh? I love that! Excellent name!”
“Well, it’s gonna make it rain very soon,” Keisha replied with a grin. “Observe.”
All four of them stared intently at the RainMaker’s visible and infrared camera feeds as it sped south a hundred meters above the treetops. Soon enough, dozens of figures appeared on infrared. The fog was thick throughout the forest, but the RainMaker barely noticed.
With two camera drones following them at ground level, a lead group of about forty runners thundered through the trees, believing that speed would lead them to victory. The other hundred sixty darted from tree to tree, inching their way forward. That proved to be the superior strategy.
The RainMaker locked onto the sprinters and unleashed a withering barrage from both VTX-3P disruptor cannons. Green laser bolts rained down through the forest canopy, striking all forty women in the lead group. They gasped as their nude bodies absorbed the energy and glowed a pale green. Their hard-won physiques were vaporized within seconds, leaving only ghostly green outlines. Even those dissipated a few moments later. All forty luscious ladies had been erased from existence.
For Edwin, offering up such physical perfection on the sacred altar of science was achingly beautiful. To bear witness as such gorgeous specimens were fundamentally unmade, their atoms returned to the vast universe from whence they came, was a privilege every time. Edwin’s goal with his research was to bestow this honor on as many nude women as possible.
Keisha, on the other hand, had a less philosophical reaction to the sexy spectacle.
“Fuck, yeah!” she exclaimed, pumping her fist in the air. “Strippin’ hot naked babes from reality! That’s what I’m talkin’ about!”
Meanwhile, the RainMaker maintained its southbound trajectory, zipping over the heads of the remaining women before stopping on a dime and swiveling its disruptors around to face the backs of its targets. About half of the ladies heard the drone fly overhead and took cover behind trees. The rest were still hiding on the wrong side and ripe for target practice.
Operating independently, the two cannons targeted the available heat signatures at either end of the line and opened fire with jaw-dropping precision, each sweeping toward the middle.
The unsuspecting targets didn’t stand a chance as laser pulses struck their bare backs and asses. Eighty-three nude women glowed before fading from the universe forever in a dazzling display of vaporization. Seventy-seven remained as the RainMaker sped off toward their western flank.
While the drone raced to its next firing position, the competitors sprinted northward through the woods. After fifteen seconds, most of them hid on the east side of their nearest tree. As if on cue, the RainMaker pummeled the other thirty-three ladies with disruptor fire. Their sexy bodies glowed a bright green before becoming wisps of vapor. While the drone soared eastward over their heads, the remaining nudes emerged from their hiding spots and ran headlong through the forest.
Back in the broadcast van, Keisha was beside herself with pure joy.
“This is some damn good television! Go, RainMaker, go!”
Edwin chuckled. “Yeah, I’m with you, Keisha. As much as I’d like to root for the hot naked ladies, I have to cheer for my creation instead.”
With the RainMaker operating independently and the five camera drones on autonomous mode, the crew could sit back and enjoy the spectacular show.
The hulking drone reached its eastern targeting position, swung its cannons around, and opened fire on all infrared targets. Half the women failed to hide in time as they absorbed disruptor pulses and began to glow. The RainMaker was already on the move again, heading back north as the nude bodies faded from existence. Twenty competitors remained.
Edwin was so engrossed by the live drone feeds that he didn’t notice what the crew was doing. Keisha jarred him from his reverie.
“All right, this is where we part ways, doc. Kinda hard to resist such a sexy spectacle.”
Edwin turned and gasped. Keisha was completely naked. Carmen and Rachel were also wearing only smiles.
“Well, ladies,” Edwin began, “this was not on my bingo card for the evening, but best of luck out there, test subjects 201, 202, and 203.”
“Thanks, doc!” exclaimed Keisha as the other two ladies bounded out of the van. “See you on the other side!”
With that, Keisha jumped onto the grass and caught up with Carmen and Rachel as the thrillseeking nudes disappeared into the woods.
Meanwhile, the twenty women remaining from the original two hundred test subjects reached the treeline at the northern edge of the forest. The finish line lay a mere fifty meters ahead across an open field. After catching their breath, the unclad ladies emerged from the trees and sprinted through the fog toward the line.
The RainMaker was waiting.
Having already sped back to its starting position over the finish line, the drone was in the perfect position to fire on the naked bodies below. And that’s precisely what it did. With cannons blazing, the RainMaker made quick work of the twenty targets. As their green afterglows faded into nothingness, the sexy ladies embraced oblivion with no regrets.
A few minutes later, Keisha, Carmen, and Rachel reached the treeline. Without even pausing, they burst from the forest and sprinted across the field, firm asses jiggling and bare breasts bouncing wildly. All five camera drones formed a circle around the nude trio to capture the final encounter from multiple angles.
Given the fact that the RainMaker only had three targets left, the odds were decidedly in its favor, not that the three naked women actually gave a shit. What exactly they were thinking, though, will remain a mystery.
The RainMaker opened fire.
Rachel was the first one hit as her voluptuous nude body absorbed two dozen energy pulses and glowed a pale green. She had mostly faded when Carmen was also peppered with laser fire and erased from existence. Despite dwindling victory scenarios—basically consisting of rare software glitches or mechanical failures—Keisha was undeterred in her quixotic quest for glory. Or perhaps she yearned for the inevitable finality of her impulsive dash to sweet oblivion.
“Yippee-ki-yay!” Keisha screamed as the RainMaker’s twin disruptor cannons unloaded two hundred laser pulses in four seconds, striking every square centimeter of the naked woman.
As Keisha’s bare body took on a green glow and began to vaporize, a grin stretched across her vanishing face.
“That was so fucking worth—”
She stopped abruptly as her nude form was stripped from reality forever. Keisha’s afterglow drifted away on the breeze and vanished.
With the battlefield cleared, the RainMaker performed a final infrared scan through the fog. Satisfied that it had dispatched all the available targets, it returned to its launchpad and powered down.
Back in the broadcast van, Edwin held back tears of joy as he contemplated the significance of what he had just witnessed. Though alone with his thoughts, he still felt compelled to express them.
“Of the hundreds of gorgeous women I’ve vaporized so far in my research, Keisha’s final moments were the epitome of erotic perfection. As her nude body was utterly unmade in such flawless fashion, I finally bore witness to the magnificence I’ve sought since embarking on this journey of discovery.” He stopped and chuckled. “Of course, Keisha would phrase it as strippin’ another hot naked babe from reality, which is true and quite enjoyable to watch, but it means much more to me.”
Edwin considered his next words as the camera drones sped through the silent woods. He needed to articulate his beliefs clearly, if only to himself.
“The science is compelling enough, but the sheer artistry of vaporization is the ultimate reward, especially for the women involved. What a privilege to return such heavenly creatures to the universe! To observe them as they transcend mortal existence and achieve true freedom. The only question now is how to top this extraordinary event.”
As Dr. Edwin Zander pondered that conundrum, the camera drones completed their sweep through the empty field and silent woods. The live broadcast faded to black.
Copyright 2025 Olivia “Zappy” Quinn
Photo by Anastasia Voronina on Unsplash
Story notes
I’ve had this sixth installment in the “Test Subject” series on my to-do list for a while, so I’m thrilled to get it out there for readers to enjoy. Just imagine how popular this television event would be worldwide. And such a privilege to partake in this once-in-a-lifetime adventure!
Who knows what technological marvels Edwin has yet to develop? Or how he’ll decide to deploy his limitless supply of willing test subjects. What I do know is that his story is not yet finished. More scientific breakthroughs and sexy adventures await Edwin and his eager army of volunteers.
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