Jessie Roland, Tech-slut and Corporate Drone
Drone Jessie was happy. She had been brainwashed, and now she was owned. Her sister-slave Samantha sat next to her, both of them pleasuring each other in service to their Mistress.
"Yes, good idea, drone Sam!" She answered, before kissing slave Sam deeply, their tongues intertwining, making sure to hold the kiss as long as possible and providing their owner with a good view.
She eagerly listened to her Mistress' plans, getting even more excited, heat radiating from her drooling pussy, but of course, she didn't cum without permission.
"Yes, Mistress! Well help you enslave everyone you order us to!"
As they arrived at their destination, Jessie almost jumped out of the car, excited for the next step. Like the corporate slut she was, she showed off her naked and glistening body to the security personnel, wondering if they too were slaves, or merely contractors. She hoped they were slaves. It would make their stares so much hotter. She walked with an exaggerated sway to show off her sexual assets, a trickle of cum running between her legs, leaving a trail behind her. She nevertheless walked rhythmically, almost a lockstep, every move calculated like a machine. She was a drone now. She opened her minds to all nearby electric devices, listening to them, hoping they were devoted to Mistress and the company as well, and would sing their submission to her. Being a slave made it easier to bear, her mind so synchronized and stripped of all unnecessary flourish, like a computer programmed for sex and obedience. Seeing the subliminal propaganda flash all over, she felt butterflies in her stomach. Her Mistress' reach was so far, so many people were being slowly brainwashed to serve, consume, work and spend. This was her dream come true, utopia incarnate.
She followed the others inside, taking in their new tools and equipment, listening to the other corporate slaves and the machines. Her excitement skyrocketed as she beheld the workstation that was being set up, and swooned on her feet. This was some serious hardware. She would put her digital savvy to use for her Mistress. Even better however, was the new suit. Her eyes widened as she beheld it, eagerly stepping inside, using her sweat and cum as lubricant. It felt so good, so sexy, so right.
She showed off her new, sealed body, wrapped in tight, smooth, black perfection to her "colleagues," trying to get them to reciprocate or perhaps even allow her to cum... (Roll for seduction: 3)
Jessie looked at Samantha in her literal catsuit, mewling and purring like an animal in heat. She walked over, patting and scratching first her head, then her stomach, then her delta, latex rubbing over latex.
"Mhh, oh Sam, you are such a cute drone, such a good slut, and this whole cat thing really fits you. Mistress' little pussycat, oh, and how you can purr..." She mused, rubbing and massaging the slaves slit through her suit.
Finally, she couldn't bear the anticipation any longer. She gave quick peck to Samantha, before taking the mask and overhelmet from the technician and putting them on. Seeing flashing inside the visor, Jessie eagerly opened her eyes and her mind to it, willingly absorbing whatever the system would feed her. She didn't focus too much, though, unless another beautiful spiral would appear, instead keeping her mind open to the words of her fellow corporate sluts and the whispers of the other machines around her.
Thus fully sealed up, Jessie started to relax. The arousal was still there, but she felt complete now, every trace of her being human hidden and erased. Just a smooth, shiny, sexy, obedient drone. She turned to the technician.
"Thank you, fellow drone. What are our precise orders? Will there be more processing? And what is the workstation to be used for?" She asked, more patient now, her raging lust tamed by her obedience.
Samantha, Lover of Spirals and all things Capitalism!; Location: Headed back to ???; Mood: Pretty Spirals!
