Stellarnova
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Jessie Roland, Tech-slut and Corporate Drone
Jessie froze at the thought of taking her suit off. She could see the logic, but it felt wrong, bad. Her suit was her second skin, even if a preliminary one. "I... I trust you on this, slave-sister." She said, stripping again and stepping out of her suit, her body glistening with her sweat and juices. She took an offered towel and dried herself up, followed by a generous spraying of deodorant to mask the scent of girlsex that had fermented so deliciously inside her suit. Even with street-clothes on, Jessie felt naked, vulnerable. "Let's take as much gear as we can conceal. Do you have a concealable communicator, or burner phones?" Jessie stowed away a set of pills and one of the stunners in her disguise. "Let's go. Mistress is counting on us."
. . .
During the first part of their drive, Jessie made sure to cuddle as much as she could with Sam, soothing each other over the temporary loss of their true selves. "It'll be worth it. We'll make Via a fellow slut, a slave, corporate Drone, and Dee too! Mistress will be so pleased, and proud of us! And then we'll get even better equipment! Then you can bloom fully into your new life as a advertisement mascot. You'll use your body and powers to make a show! Everyone will think you are a strong heroine instead of a submissive, mindless slut! They'll eat up every word Mistress whispered into that empty head of yours straight out of your palm - paw!" She grinned, her hand resting on the catslaves breast, waves of mindmelting warmth radiating into Samantha's body in sync with each syllable of her words, driving them deeper into the slut's receptive mind, to keep her calm, keep her focused, remind her she was loved. Remind her that Jessie found her beautiful, even with this silly human costume on. She leaned in for a tongue-laden kiss, feeling her crotch dampen and sweat forming on her brow in anticipation. She could smell it was the same for Samantha. They made out as long as they could, before it was time to play the part of free-willed prisoners. Jessie used her radiating warmth, instinctively, to push images of the two of them later, fully suited up again, in bed, celebrating their enslavement and first catch properly, as she broke the last kiss she could give Sam. Maybe Via would be there too, having her own suit, or maybe Via would work in the labs, making all the new gadgets and drugs they'd use, making sure to finger herself over each of them, trickling her love on them before sending them off to Jessie and Sam, so the two could enjoy her taste even while out serving Mistress...
Seeing Via and Dee outside the mall shook her out of the daydream. It was time. She lowered her head, trying to look dejected, while she braced herself. Suddenly the car swerved and shook, and Jessie was lurching forward, stopped by the seatbelt, before being slammed back into the seat. Upholster or not, pain shot through her, but she ignored it. (Resilience: 11) She took Sam's hand. "Rip the seatbelts apart and kick the door out. Make it look like we actually broke out."
Jessie leapt out of the car, pulling Samantha with her, the visor-helmet in her other hand. She ran for a few meters, scanning for Via and Dee, trying to look desperate and surprised. "Via!? Dee!? Thank god! We need to get away!" She ran up to them. "You were right, Dee! Lakeside is doing crazy stuff! I have this, here, from the car. Someone said it was important. Maybe this is the proof you've been looking for? What are you doing here, anyway? Can we lay low in the hideout? More of them might show up every minute!" She stammered out in rapid-fire, trying her best to emulate the way a stupid free-willed person who feared Ocean Corp would speak, instead of her, a perfect robotic-minded drone that loved and worshiped the corporation. (Acting: 13)
Jessie froze at the thought of taking her suit off. She could see the logic, but it felt wrong, bad. Her suit was her second skin, even if a preliminary one. "I... I trust you on this, slave-sister." She said, stripping again and stepping out of her suit, her body glistening with her sweat and juices. She took an offered towel and dried herself up, followed by a generous spraying of deodorant to mask the scent of girlsex that had fermented so deliciously inside her suit. Even with street-clothes on, Jessie felt naked, vulnerable. "Let's take as much gear as we can conceal. Do you have a concealable communicator, or burner phones?" Jessie stowed away a set of pills and one of the stunners in her disguise. "Let's go. Mistress is counting on us."
. . .
During the first part of their drive, Jessie made sure to cuddle as much as she could with Sam, soothing each other over the temporary loss of their true selves. "It'll be worth it. We'll make Via a fellow slut, a slave, corporate Drone, and Dee too! Mistress will be so pleased, and proud of us! And then we'll get even better equipment! Then you can bloom fully into your new life as a advertisement mascot. You'll use your body and powers to make a show! Everyone will think you are a strong heroine instead of a submissive, mindless slut! They'll eat up every word Mistress whispered into that empty head of yours straight out of your palm - paw!" She grinned, her hand resting on the catslaves breast, waves of mindmelting warmth radiating into Samantha's body in sync with each syllable of her words, driving them deeper into the slut's receptive mind, to keep her calm, keep her focused, remind her she was loved. Remind her that Jessie found her beautiful, even with this silly human costume on. She leaned in for a tongue-laden kiss, feeling her crotch dampen and sweat forming on her brow in anticipation. She could smell it was the same for Samantha. They made out as long as they could, before it was time to play the part of free-willed prisoners. Jessie used her radiating warmth, instinctively, to push images of the two of them later, fully suited up again, in bed, celebrating their enslavement and first catch properly, as she broke the last kiss she could give Sam. Maybe Via would be there too, having her own suit, or maybe Via would work in the labs, making all the new gadgets and drugs they'd use, making sure to finger herself over each of them, trickling her love on them before sending them off to Jessie and Sam, so the two could enjoy her taste even while out serving Mistress...
Seeing Via and Dee outside the mall shook her out of the daydream. It was time. She lowered her head, trying to look dejected, while she braced herself. Suddenly the car swerved and shook, and Jessie was lurching forward, stopped by the seatbelt, before being slammed back into the seat. Upholster or not, pain shot through her, but she ignored it. (Resilience: 11) She took Sam's hand. "Rip the seatbelts apart and kick the door out. Make it look like we actually broke out."
Jessie leapt out of the car, pulling Samantha with her, the visor-helmet in her other hand. She ran for a few meters, scanning for Via and Dee, trying to look desperate and surprised. "Via!? Dee!? Thank god! We need to get away!" She ran up to them. "You were right, Dee! Lakeside is doing crazy stuff! I have this, here, from the car. Someone said it was important. Maybe this is the proof you've been looking for? What are you doing here, anyway? Can we lay low in the hideout? More of them might show up every minute!" She stammered out in rapid-fire, trying her best to emulate the way a stupid free-willed person who feared Ocean Corp would speak, instead of her, a perfect robotic-minded drone that loved and worshiped the corporation. (Acting: 13)