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Jessie Roland, Tech-slut and Corporate Drone
Enraptured, Jessie listened to her owner. She came when commanded, her hips bucking, glistening folds dripping. "Yes, Mistress, I will obey!" She moaned out. Once she finished, she returned to standing at attention, listening intently even as the afterglow still washed over her. The idea of putting her enslaved brain to use to develop ever more complete and thorough methods excited and aroused her. Before her mental eye, she saw an endless abyss of slavery and sex and submission. Ever deeper, deeper and deeper into mindless servitude. It would never be enough. There would always be more brainwashing, more ways to become even more zealous, more devoted, more mindless.
She squealed in excitement, her whole body throbbing, as she beheld her new suit. An ecstatic smile crept on her face as she listened to her Mistress' instructions. It was time to change, to be completed. Goddess had laid out her plan for Jessie, her new purpose. Jessie would obey, eagerly. She would erase herself, then do the same to others. She acknowledged the order to orgasm whenever she received a command, and came. "Mistress..." Her gasp was filled with love and adoration for the woman who brainwashed her, owned her, made her feel so good...
She started to enter the suit as ordered. It was perfect. Thin and strong, shiny black, smooth and flexible, no seams or decorations. Jessie was flushed red and sweating, her body lubricating itself in anticipation. The rubber-like material slid easily over her wet legs and crotch, fitting tight yet perfect, no creases or pockets of air. It molded itself perfectly to her figure, except at the feet, which had slim molded crevices for her feet to slip into, outfitted with narrow, dangerous looking high-heels, like integrated boots. She had to shift her stance a bit, unused to the heels, but of course, it was better this way. It was Mistress' design, after all. If Lady Ocean wanted her in high-heels, Jessie would wear high-heels as part of her suit. Everything else was literally unthinkable for her. She pulled the material higher, feeling it squeeze her chest, and then her neck, like a collar.
She ran her hands over her new suit, her new skin. It was tight, it was flexible, it felt perfect. This was how she was supposed to look, to be. Wrapped inside shiny, sexy goodness. Her skin underneath felt her touches as if nothing was there. She brushed over her clit, shivering in pleasure. She could smell nothing but rubber, her sweat and juices locked in with her. There would be no trace of a living human being inside. She was shuddering, twitching in arousal, but her suited form revealed nothing but mechanical, robotic precision. The suit caressed her form so perfectly, but at the same time also streamlined it. There was only the barest hint of mounds where her painfully erect nipples and flushed areolae were just underneath. It betrayed no hint of her pleasure, no hint of her humanity. Just a perfect, flawless black shape.
It was time for the last step. She pulled the hood over her short blonde hair, smoothing it, having it press against her head in a perfect ovoid shape, leaving only her face free, in contact with air. She was flushed and panting, her pussy drooling, so good did the material feel as she had pulled over her wet body. She reached out to her new mask, with a slim breathing apparatus, connector ports whose function she would ask about later, and a large, tinted visor that would hide her face, would make her face blank. She wondered if the visor had a computer inside.
Can you hear me? What are your functions? Are you ready to become one with me? One being, one machine? She asked as she watched the reflection of her face in the black visor.
Then, she raised her mask to her face, pulling the straps in place, smiling as she felt them seemingly disappear in her hood, leaving no trace indicating that suit and mask were different pieces, that they even could be detached, that whoever was inside could even exit. She looked at the world through the visor, her new eyes. She eagerly opened her mind to whatever programming her mask would do to her.
Her suiting completed, Jessie returned to stand at attention, breathing filtered air. She was panting and shivering, but none of it was visible to the outside. She felt safe.
"I have finished, Mistress. Awaiting further orders." Jessie said, her voice robotic and flat, even though she was panting and moaning under her mask. She was wearing Slave Maker's body and skin now, but underneath, she was still Jessie. Of course, Jessie was just as devoted as Slave Maker would be. She looked forward to becoming Slave Maker.
Jessie came again as Mistress gave her her first assignment, as she had been ordered to, though her stance was unwavering. She walked behind her drone-sister, grinding against her naked form, taking the striped suit out of her hands. "As you command, Mistress. Come, slave. Your conversion awaits." She followed Lady Ocean to the studio.
Jessie listened to Mistress commands and took place center stage with Sam. "Yes, Mistress! Sam will become Super Tiger for you, and Jessie will become your obedient Slave Maker!" She climaxed again.
As the cameras started to roll and the light reflected on her shiny suit, Jessie held out the suit to Sam. "It is time to become your true self, my fellow slave. Put on your suit, your new skin, the gift of Mistress Ocean that will make you her perfect tool."
The suit was different than Jessie's, colorful tigerstripes of course, but the material was thicker and felt and smelled leathery, though it probably was a synthetic high-performance fiber of some kind, and there were straps and little bulges in places that made Jessie wonder if the suit had additional functions. Can you hear me? What are your functions, and how can I use you to manipulate your wearer? She asked the suit. As Sam started to glide in, her naked body flushed and wet with arousal, Jessie stepped behind her, cupping her hips and waist and breasts, helping her fit it as tightly as possible while giving Mistress and the cameras a good show of her groping. The skin of Jessie's fingers tingled as she stroked her fellow slut's suited body, feeling as if they were both naked. As soon as Sam's suit was pulled up all the way to her neck, Jessie stepped in front, holding in one hand an improved form of the feline headphones Sam's previous suit had, a thin band with fluffy ears that housed electronics, probably comms and transmitters. Her other hand cupped Sam's left breast, letting waves of relaxing, submissive pleasure flow into her. Seeing her eyes glaze over, Jessie went to pounce on her.
"Listen, and obey, Good Corporate Slut. You are no longer Sam. You are no longer human. You are a feline. You are a drone. You are a slave. Once I put this on you, you will cum, over and over, and forget all about being a person, about free will, about values and morals. All of it, everything that was Sam, will flow out of your pussy with your cum, christening your suit with your juices. You will remember everything, but you won't be her anymore. You will orgasm until there is nothing left of Sam. Every climax will be stronger than the last, as your mind gets fucked and your will drowns in pleasure. And then, you will call out to Mistress Ocean, like the slut for control you are."
Jessie put the ears on Samantha, and watched her cum. She held her until the feline slave managed to stand through the mindmelting orgasms. She took the box of colors and rubbed her fingers in them, ready for the final touch, face-painting the still orgasming slut. With every stroke of her gloved fingers over Sam's face, she sent another pulse of arousing obedience into her, keeping the orgasmic fire that melted her mind and pussy burning hot. Her own body slightly gyrated with her movements, making sure to show off her perfect, sexy form to Mistress and the cameras. With every stroke, Sam came again, and more of her flowed out her throbbing pussy. Jessie kept talking to her, her voice intimate but loud enough to be picked up by the studio's microphones. "That's it, good girl. Good slut. Cum it all out. No more Sam, only a drone. You will be who Mistress wants you to be. In public, you will be Super Tiger, but among us, in Her presence, you will just be Slut Tiger, Slave Tiger. To others, you will be a strong, powerful, independent and virtuous tiger. But all of that is just a facade, a costume pulled over your true form. You are a mewling kitten, a pussycat, a cumslave and an obedient drone. No morals, no thoughts, no restraints. You will obey your owner's orders eagerly, because you know that obedience is pleasure. Total compliance makes you a Good Corporate Slut. A feline drone. A tool. You will help Mistress Ocean and Ocean corp. You will give your heart and mind to them, and let them use you, because mindless servitude is sexy. Good slave, keep cumming."
Once done with the makeup, Jessie beheld her sister's finished form, a perfect, sexy slave-cat, tamed to the will of Mistress and the corporation. They both were so close to leaving their former selves behind completely, cumming into their new identities, their new lives. Jessie felt herself growing ready, strange patterns of thought forcing their way into her mind. All the while she had poured her mind control powers into Sam, she had done the same to herself, had urged herself to become Slave Maker. Her next orgasm would transform her. She would be Slave Maker soon, and couldn't wait. Sam would be Super Tiger soon, and whoever crossed that line first, would be rewarded by Mistress herself...
Eager for the final climax, Jessie leaned into Sam, their suits grinding against each other, and kissed her, her breathing apparatus sliding between wet and parted lips for Sam to suck at, feel Jessie's hot breath in her mouth, taste the rubber-like material that completely enclosed the drone that was once a person. Jessie listened to the leers of the cameras and recording equipment, her hand between both their crotches, grinding against her in search of the pleasure spike that would end her.
"You are Super Tiger, Slave Tiger. You must cum out all that was Sam. Cum for Mistress. Cum, and become Super Tiger." She kept intonating, making sure to fulfill Mistress orders of transforming Sam into her new self.
Finally, while making out with her slave-sister, a relationship that wouldn't change no matter how many personalities they went through, Jessie felt her orgasm coming, and Slave Maker awakening. As she came harder than ever before, Jessie Roland, fetishist, spiral slave, corporate slut, died, and Slave Maker awakened. (Roll to change first: 2)
Enraptured, Jessie listened to her owner. She came when commanded, her hips bucking, glistening folds dripping. "Yes, Mistress, I will obey!" She moaned out. Once she finished, she returned to standing at attention, listening intently even as the afterglow still washed over her. The idea of putting her enslaved brain to use to develop ever more complete and thorough methods excited and aroused her. Before her mental eye, she saw an endless abyss of slavery and sex and submission. Ever deeper, deeper and deeper into mindless servitude. It would never be enough. There would always be more brainwashing, more ways to become even more zealous, more devoted, more mindless.
She squealed in excitement, her whole body throbbing, as she beheld her new suit. An ecstatic smile crept on her face as she listened to her Mistress' instructions. It was time to change, to be completed. Goddess had laid out her plan for Jessie, her new purpose. Jessie would obey, eagerly. She would erase herself, then do the same to others. She acknowledged the order to orgasm whenever she received a command, and came. "Mistress..." Her gasp was filled with love and adoration for the woman who brainwashed her, owned her, made her feel so good...
She started to enter the suit as ordered. It was perfect. Thin and strong, shiny black, smooth and flexible, no seams or decorations. Jessie was flushed red and sweating, her body lubricating itself in anticipation. The rubber-like material slid easily over her wet legs and crotch, fitting tight yet perfect, no creases or pockets of air. It molded itself perfectly to her figure, except at the feet, which had slim molded crevices for her feet to slip into, outfitted with narrow, dangerous looking high-heels, like integrated boots. She had to shift her stance a bit, unused to the heels, but of course, it was better this way. It was Mistress' design, after all. If Lady Ocean wanted her in high-heels, Jessie would wear high-heels as part of her suit. Everything else was literally unthinkable for her. She pulled the material higher, feeling it squeeze her chest, and then her neck, like a collar.
She ran her hands over her new suit, her new skin. It was tight, it was flexible, it felt perfect. This was how she was supposed to look, to be. Wrapped inside shiny, sexy goodness. Her skin underneath felt her touches as if nothing was there. She brushed over her clit, shivering in pleasure. She could smell nothing but rubber, her sweat and juices locked in with her. There would be no trace of a living human being inside. She was shuddering, twitching in arousal, but her suited form revealed nothing but mechanical, robotic precision. The suit caressed her form so perfectly, but at the same time also streamlined it. There was only the barest hint of mounds where her painfully erect nipples and flushed areolae were just underneath. It betrayed no hint of her pleasure, no hint of her humanity. Just a perfect, flawless black shape.
It was time for the last step. She pulled the hood over her short blonde hair, smoothing it, having it press against her head in a perfect ovoid shape, leaving only her face free, in contact with air. She was flushed and panting, her pussy drooling, so good did the material feel as she had pulled over her wet body. She reached out to her new mask, with a slim breathing apparatus, connector ports whose function she would ask about later, and a large, tinted visor that would hide her face, would make her face blank. She wondered if the visor had a computer inside.
Can you hear me? What are your functions? Are you ready to become one with me? One being, one machine? She asked as she watched the reflection of her face in the black visor.
Then, she raised her mask to her face, pulling the straps in place, smiling as she felt them seemingly disappear in her hood, leaving no trace indicating that suit and mask were different pieces, that they even could be detached, that whoever was inside could even exit. She looked at the world through the visor, her new eyes. She eagerly opened her mind to whatever programming her mask would do to her.
Her suiting completed, Jessie returned to stand at attention, breathing filtered air. She was panting and shivering, but none of it was visible to the outside. She felt safe.
"I have finished, Mistress. Awaiting further orders." Jessie said, her voice robotic and flat, even though she was panting and moaning under her mask. She was wearing Slave Maker's body and skin now, but underneath, she was still Jessie. Of course, Jessie was just as devoted as Slave Maker would be. She looked forward to becoming Slave Maker.
Jessie came again as Mistress gave her her first assignment, as she had been ordered to, though her stance was unwavering. She walked behind her drone-sister, grinding against her naked form, taking the striped suit out of her hands. "As you command, Mistress. Come, slave. Your conversion awaits." She followed Lady Ocean to the studio.
Jessie listened to Mistress commands and took place center stage with Sam. "Yes, Mistress! Sam will become Super Tiger for you, and Jessie will become your obedient Slave Maker!" She climaxed again.
As the cameras started to roll and the light reflected on her shiny suit, Jessie held out the suit to Sam. "It is time to become your true self, my fellow slave. Put on your suit, your new skin, the gift of Mistress Ocean that will make you her perfect tool."
The suit was different than Jessie's, colorful tigerstripes of course, but the material was thicker and felt and smelled leathery, though it probably was a synthetic high-performance fiber of some kind, and there were straps and little bulges in places that made Jessie wonder if the suit had additional functions. Can you hear me? What are your functions, and how can I use you to manipulate your wearer? She asked the suit. As Sam started to glide in, her naked body flushed and wet with arousal, Jessie stepped behind her, cupping her hips and waist and breasts, helping her fit it as tightly as possible while giving Mistress and the cameras a good show of her groping. The skin of Jessie's fingers tingled as she stroked her fellow slut's suited body, feeling as if they were both naked. As soon as Sam's suit was pulled up all the way to her neck, Jessie stepped in front, holding in one hand an improved form of the feline headphones Sam's previous suit had, a thin band with fluffy ears that housed electronics, probably comms and transmitters. Her other hand cupped Sam's left breast, letting waves of relaxing, submissive pleasure flow into her. Seeing her eyes glaze over, Jessie went to pounce on her.
"Listen, and obey, Good Corporate Slut. You are no longer Sam. You are no longer human. You are a feline. You are a drone. You are a slave. Once I put this on you, you will cum, over and over, and forget all about being a person, about free will, about values and morals. All of it, everything that was Sam, will flow out of your pussy with your cum, christening your suit with your juices. You will remember everything, but you won't be her anymore. You will orgasm until there is nothing left of Sam. Every climax will be stronger than the last, as your mind gets fucked and your will drowns in pleasure. And then, you will call out to Mistress Ocean, like the slut for control you are."
Jessie put the ears on Samantha, and watched her cum. She held her until the feline slave managed to stand through the mindmelting orgasms. She took the box of colors and rubbed her fingers in them, ready for the final touch, face-painting the still orgasming slut. With every stroke of her gloved fingers over Sam's face, she sent another pulse of arousing obedience into her, keeping the orgasmic fire that melted her mind and pussy burning hot. Her own body slightly gyrated with her movements, making sure to show off her perfect, sexy form to Mistress and the cameras. With every stroke, Sam came again, and more of her flowed out her throbbing pussy. Jessie kept talking to her, her voice intimate but loud enough to be picked up by the studio's microphones. "That's it, good girl. Good slut. Cum it all out. No more Sam, only a drone. You will be who Mistress wants you to be. In public, you will be Super Tiger, but among us, in Her presence, you will just be Slut Tiger, Slave Tiger. To others, you will be a strong, powerful, independent and virtuous tiger. But all of that is just a facade, a costume pulled over your true form. You are a mewling kitten, a pussycat, a cumslave and an obedient drone. No morals, no thoughts, no restraints. You will obey your owner's orders eagerly, because you know that obedience is pleasure. Total compliance makes you a Good Corporate Slut. A feline drone. A tool. You will help Mistress Ocean and Ocean corp. You will give your heart and mind to them, and let them use you, because mindless servitude is sexy. Good slave, keep cumming."
Once done with the makeup, Jessie beheld her sister's finished form, a perfect, sexy slave-cat, tamed to the will of Mistress and the corporation. They both were so close to leaving their former selves behind completely, cumming into their new identities, their new lives. Jessie felt herself growing ready, strange patterns of thought forcing their way into her mind. All the while she had poured her mind control powers into Sam, she had done the same to herself, had urged herself to become Slave Maker. Her next orgasm would transform her. She would be Slave Maker soon, and couldn't wait. Sam would be Super Tiger soon, and whoever crossed that line first, would be rewarded by Mistress herself...
Eager for the final climax, Jessie leaned into Sam, their suits grinding against each other, and kissed her, her breathing apparatus sliding between wet and parted lips for Sam to suck at, feel Jessie's hot breath in her mouth, taste the rubber-like material that completely enclosed the drone that was once a person. Jessie listened to the leers of the cameras and recording equipment, her hand between both their crotches, grinding against her in search of the pleasure spike that would end her.
"You are Super Tiger, Slave Tiger. You must cum out all that was Sam. Cum for Mistress. Cum, and become Super Tiger." She kept intonating, making sure to fulfill Mistress orders of transforming Sam into her new self.
Finally, while making out with her slave-sister, a relationship that wouldn't change no matter how many personalities they went through, Jessie felt her orgasm coming, and Slave Maker awakening. As she came harder than ever before, Jessie Roland, fetishist, spiral slave, corporate slut, died, and Slave Maker awakened. (Roll to change first: 2)