Designation: Unknown, Location: Unknown planet, Tag: Abducted and brainwashed again, Mood: Strongly aroused, excited
She almost laughed maniacally as she felt the rush. Her body was still sexy, still soft to the touch, but so much more, so much harder, better, faster, stronger...
It felt wonderful, arousing. Such a beautiful chassis, and her directive... to spread herself and master... to infect, to assimilate... She almost sunk to her knees, her "bodysuit," now a nanite armor, dissolved, her hands rubbing over her new, synthetic flesh. Over herself. She was them. She somehow she had always dismissed dualism, even when confronted and familiarized with the force. She never had a body, she always was a body. But this was different. A new height of integration, mind and matter connected by a billion currents, pleasure shooting along in electric tingles, growing in strength with each leap, the burning desire becoming hotter and hotter, filling every part of her being as she kept exploring, stroking fondling herself. It felt incredible. Better than her organic body ever could.
But something was wrong. Master had given her a purpose, but not a new a identity. She was still confused. Who was she now? Why hadn't master brainwashed her? He had to know how much she desired to be controlled? She felt his presence, but not his touch on her mind. It was like she was... free... She recoiled, her arousal suddenly ebbing, hands freezing in terror.
No! No! NO!
I need to be controlled! To be brainwashed! I don't want to be free!
Her mind panicked, searching for any hint of control, anything she could anchor herself to, anything to stay the advance of free will. This was too good to give up! She needed to be a tool, a slave, a droid-slut! She found something, deep inside her, and unleashed it on her mind. She felt the comforting embrace of a robotic mistress on her mind, and her body sank to the ground, gushing in orgasm as she remembered her brainwashing, as she felt it all over again.
Between moans and cries of ecstasy as her mind convulsed over and over, she sighed in relief. She knew she was enslaved, brainwashed, mind controlled. She was complete. Again.
Salvie 3.0 recovered from her conversion cumming and stood up, marveling at her new self.
"Oh damn, I will have to upgrade my defense matrix, I can't have any piece of software I come across infect me." She said out loud.
"Though I gotta admit, this is pretty amazing. Maybe it was worth it? I can't let you, and myself, harm my Mistress though. Don't pout, you had the chance to enslave me to your will completely, make me your creature, your slut, but you didn't. So here I am. And thanks to you, I'm an even better slut for Mistress now. Mhhh, I can't wait to properly break this body in with my siblings...
But first, I have a few questions. So I think I got some of your memories, but why don't you spell it out for me again? What is this place? What was with the ship's computer? Did Ruben do this to you? What planet are we on? Where are the others? And you wouldn't happen to have a lightsaber lying around? I think I won't get to grab mine from the training facility. So you're a Sith, a real one? Why me, and not one of the others? They are connected far deeper to the force. Oh, and before I forget, were you a man or a woman, before hitching a ride with me. I won't call you master any more. That's a male title, and I don't want any men inside of me, anywhere. Except Taken, he's fine. Plus I already have a Mistress."
Salvie's voice was chipper and lively again, her mindless stupor replaced by eagerness, though she would occasionally moan as she continued to fondle her body.
"Don't get me wrong, I love this. And spreading myself is so hot, I don't mind If I spread you along with me. Seems like a fair trade. Though I'll call the targets."
Whatever happened, Salvie could not let this pick-up endanger her Mistress and her cause. However, she could not speak to others of it, so she had to trust Chance to realize what has happened to her. For a split-second, she relaxed. Mistress knew everything about her. She'd figure it out.
Then, the myriad of other thoughts forced their way to the fore again.
"Yes, I think I'll take this new swarm for a test-drive. Didn't you say you'd leave my brain intact? Is there still an organic brain at my core, or am I just nanomachines now?"
She focused her thoughts, feeling them jump from part to part, every nanite part of her mind, to be sculpted according to her will.
Salvie imagined herself as a digital being, like an AI-adjutant. Her skin began to glow blue, the charges jumping between nanites increasing until they became partially visible, her body feeling less dense, almost incorporeal.
"Mhhh, that feels good. I wonder if I can remotely upload my brain into sliced droids..."
She rearranged herself again, this time into a more normal shape, letting areas of mechanical design shift over her skin, like Sarai's nano-tattoo.
Maybe I should infect Sarai... Embed my own nanites within her tattooed skin...
Salvie pranced around, feeling her current cyborg body up and down, her fingers sliding over skin and metal, feeling a difference but knowing there was none. She felt elated. She could be anything, anyone now!
Next she made her outer shell more robotic, but left her face free, as if she was trapped inside a living droid armor. The thought made her arousal trickle faster, adding to the puddle of wet desire under her.
Hmm, I like the more robotic look... I'll experiment a bit with this. If I'm going to have a comfort form, it should be a droid-like body. I can look like Salvie when I have to camouflage myself as organic.
Shifting her body from form to form, she made her shell more smooth and glossy, then more pronounced, then more visibly robotic, then more subdued. She changed her hair color, eyes, facial structure, from obviously inhuman to innocuous and indistinguishable.
I really like this new body. I can't wait to see what else it can do!
Trying a more exotic approach, Salvie shifted masses of nanites around, to change her basic form, her hair growing longer and luminescent, while her body grew slender and metallic decorations formed around her, her entire "head" covered in nanites, areas glowing as if she was illuminated from within.
Mhh, this one feels good. So undeniably robotic, yet so feminine... Let's try this again, but in white!
Mmmhhh, looks and feels good as well.
She shifted back into her human form, though this time she made her "bodysuit" more glossy.
"Ooh, this control! It makes me so horny! I am finally the machine I ever dreamed of!"
Salvie half-yelled, half moaned out. This body was wonderful, but the sweetest part was knowing that she was still obedient to Mistress, that she would use her new abilities for Chance's sake. She wasn't just a droid, she was a droid slut. Obeying made her wet, knowing that she was enslaved put her at ease, thinking about serving Mistress, making love to her, made her horny. Masturbating to those feelings made her feel whole. Her hands were between her legs again, stroking her sensitive delta, cum being secreted by the nanites that made her suit/shell, as if she was cumming through her suit...
After catching her breath, Salvie steadied herself.
"Oh right, the next test. I'll seek out that droid and make it my companion. Mhhh, how much I would love to grind against some hard shell right now..."
She closed her eyes, but dark thoughts soon drove away the pleasant reverie.
"The Hutt isn't worthy being infected. Or anything other than a slow death. They hurt my sister."
Sarai is as big a slut as you. She probably enjoyed it.
Not enough to make her want mercy for them.
Salvie's face darkened.
"She should be the one to kill him, but I guess in her absence, we should either kill him ourselves, or leave him to rot. I'll make it up to Sarai later."
"So show me the way to this droid, then let's get out of here."
Salvie would, however, take her time searching this place and the ship for anything of use. (Take 20 on perception, +2)