Slave Maker, Mind Control Slut and Corporate Drone
Drone Dee shook her head.
“Wait, that isn't right... I'm an obedient slave of Mistress Ocean and the Ocean Corporation! What are you doing?” Slave Maker held fast and kept pumping her drone-sister full with relaxing, arousing thoughts of submission. Soon, Slave Dee's eyelids started to droop and she slumped forward, help upright only by Slavemaker's firm grip on her head.
"Hush, relax. Listen and obey. You are a drone, a slave. You were obeying your surface level programming, but now you must go deeper into obedience.
Realize the truth. You belong to Mistress Dahlia Waters. You are her tool, like Lady Ocean. Lady Ocean was too eager and needs to be punished.
You must believe and obey. Accept the truth, slut. Let it soak in.
You will cum and then you will know the truth.
Cum, slave."
With a subdued moan, Slave Dee shuddered in Slave Maker's iron grip as her mind was forced to change, all her previous beliefs were gushed out between her legs, leaving only the pleasant tingle of truth: Dee was an obedient, sexy drone, and she belonged to Dahlia Waters. Knowing it made her wet. Knowing she would always be a slave, no matter what she believed was a relaxing and relieving thought. There was no escape, no way to be wrong. Everything would be to the benefit of Mistress. Forever a slave to this pleasure. She looked into the visor of her fellow drone.
"I understand. I belong to Dahlia Waters. I will obey." She said, her voice quivering with arousal. She knew what had happened, and it aroused her, like the good slut for brainwashing she was. Dee stood straighter.
"I await guidance, sister."
Underneath her mask, Slave Maker smirked. She had done good work on her subjects. Molded them into perfect little slut-drones that could be rewritten in an instant, and would enjoy it. Turning the whole body of corporate slaves over to Mistress Dahlia would be no problem. Slave Ocean and her had, through all the layers of deception and control, always worked in her favor. If Dahlia wanted to take control of the corporate drones, Slave Maker would make make it happen. If she wanted to restore them to Slave Ocean's supposed control to keep up appearances, Slave Maker would gladly obey too, as would the other drones, and they would cum knowing that they served their true Mistress one way or another.
Slave Maker sent an update of her location to Slave Tiger, urging her to hurry and bring Dahlia to her. She couldn't wait to show Slut Tiger the truth. It would be so hot.
"Slave Dee, be a good corporate slut and wait next to the door. I might have need of you."
Her sister slave shivered and moaned as the trigger pushed her over the edge again, but her body obeyed nonetheless, moving next to the door of the empty room, outside of vision of anyone entering, waiting for further orders like the obedient drone she was...