The Extractor was using Ellen for most of her day to day work. She had reverted from her male form back into her beautiful female form. Her breasts were back and the rest of her internal organs were working as per the female form. She felt beaten black and blue.
A knock at the door she was nude, she had to pull on her closest clothes. A forest green top that buttoned up the front, braless and jeans without a belt. Barefoot she answered the door. A woman with a lithe figure, wearing a banal delivery outfit that somehow seemed wrong. Ellen sized her up, dark brown hair, about five feet ten, maybe 125 lbs, with a narrow B cup chest. Attractive but not stunning like Ellen.
"Hi' the delivery woman said.
"Hi" replied Ellen.
"I have a delivery for a Stacey Usher?"
"No one here by that name."
The woman, name tag said Ava, rattled off a number that matched the address.
"No one here by that name." Ellen repeated.
"Can you please just sign, this is a job and I have a review at the end of the month. Please?"
Ellen signed, as she did so a purple container flashed and crackled with electricity, "AH FUCK!"
She collapsed to the ground and started to jerk.
When the Extractor slowly came to life she found herself in some kind of a brace. Mental confusion meant that she thought she had been hit by a car and she couldn't see. She found herself sitting in a chair, restrained by the throat, wrists, ankles and a strap across her chest. It was like a kind of seat belt fabric, many stitches and tough. She thought it was on strap, however she founded out that buckle like on a parachute. The y shaped belt covered her breast, the shorter strap across her thigh, like a car seat belt. Another belt covered her other side with the buckle in just above her pubic mound.
Her right hand was down, she could feel her fingers, but her right hand was up and something had been slipped into her arm, a needle mark.
"Hello" Chris said.
"Fucking asshole."
"I know where your asshole is, at least this current woman, eh Ellen is it?"
"How did you find me?" she moaned.
"Think about it."
She did when Julia was wearing her orange wrap front maxi dress with her red heels. Julia was grovelling and she nearly tripped over the other woman's hand.
"Got it." She conceded.
"Great and thanks to Hyoscine I have enough knowledge on your activities."
"You don't know shit."
"You have Megan, who died of breast cancer so you use her as your display model, Ellen, who is your favorite, Nancy who is a Bosnian student who has a great ass but is as flat as ironing board, Bella who is a shapely white Spanish/Argentina model and a black woman from African named Aminat. I note you use her the least, don't like black women? You have a limit of five women however you believe that you could push the limit to "
Ellen gulped.
"What are you going to do to me?"
"To consume you and your alternatives."
"You can't, it's impossible!"
"You were preparing it for me, Treatment B doesn't mean death as in murder. You lied to me, it means body absorption or possession. The one client, and you really spilled the beans here, James Gunn you absorbed his body and the black woman you have as an alternative. You literally swallowed his DNA and turned it into nothing whilst keeping his African Aminat."
"I've kept you drugged for the last 24 hours whilst I pump both of us full of the Juice. I haven't once turned into Julia during that time, it's like an antihistamine for whatever triggers you established."
She started shouting and swearing at the height of her lungs.
"Won't help, we are in a basement, your basement and people aren't interested in you. You work as a private contractor, no next of kin."
"Let the process begin!"
Chris opened a valve on a bag of IV fluid that upon entering Ellen's veins was like someone was using a flamethrower on her.
"Huh-ha!"
Her body started to twitch and her fingers flexed grabbing the edge of the chair's arms.
She could feel the fire inside her, spreading through her arm, her veins and straight into her body.
"Help-HELP ME!" she screamed.
The chemical was reaching her brain as the fire was more intense than anything anyone had told the Extractor about. Her whole body was jerking and twitching as the Juice went about disarming her genetic defenses and suppressing her immune system. Making her right for Chris' planned body snatching.
But it still fucking hurt.
"HELP ME!" she screamed like broken record.
As her mouth went wide for another scream she felt something hard and rubbery jammed into her throat as tears streamed down her face. It felt like it went on forever but it was only a ninety second dose of the Juice. One the flow stopped the fire receded. The gag was removed and she panted with a significant sound of pain in her voice.
"Huh-ah fuck!" she breathed
Her body was still twitching and jerking as the blindfold was removed. She could see herself in the full length mirror Chris supplied. Her body was covered in blisters like Chicken Pox, her eyes were swollen like they were bruised and red hair had been cut to shoulder length. She had been right about the restraints, black fabric secured her in every possible way, the only thing left untouched was her face.
"According to your notes you should heal by tomorrow. I will be around to collect your entire being then."