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Broken Prison
by DS
Contains: lesbian sex, humiliation, amputation
The prequel to this story (containing chapters 1-8), "Broken Home",
can be found [here].
Special thanks go out to the AnonIB /amputation/ people, and Gammatelier
in particular for creating such a wonderfully inspirational and diverse
array of artwork, as well as for making me realize that this story's prequel
had more chapters to be written.
Chapter 9: Adjustments
"It's nice here, isn't it?" Nathalie asked, staring ahead
across the sun-laden garden. Lily was sitting up against her side, idly
wiggling her leg stumps in the lush grass. "The shade is nice"
the amputated girl finally whispered; a gentle breeze passed by, rustling
the leaves of the cherry tree above. Nathalie's question had been about
their new place, but she didn't mind Lily's interpretation - on a warm
autumn day like today, thoughts needn't drift beyond the here and now,
beyond the kind shadow of the cherry tree. A richly decorated villa,
framed by a wonderful garden, located at a safe distance from prying
eyes, away from the noise and smells of the city. Home to her new lab,
again located in the basement of her house, yet a vast improvement on
her old setup in every way. Mrs. Zeller had outdone herself making her
comfortable, but Nathalie figured it'd take a lot longer than the few
weeks she had spent here before it would feel like home; at least Mrs.
Zeller was giving her plenty of time to get comfortable, her last phone
call two weeks past now. And yet, it wasn't just the new place she had
to get used to - her entire life had radically changed ever since the
day she took control, and with all the new distractions around her she
hadn't found time to center herself, to discover just who she had become.
Closing her eyes, she rested back on the grass, Lily's head now resting
on her stomach, and she lovingly caressed the girl's hair, her fingers
tracing further down, circling the smoothness of the stumps at Lily's
shoulders. Perhaps she already knew who she had become, but refused
to acknowledge it, pretended to somehow be... better than that. "I-if
you touch me like that, I'll..." Lily whimpered almost apologetically,
and Nathalie noticed what her aimless fondling was doing to her, Lily's
breathing more shallow now, her nipples rising against the thin fabric
of her cotton summer dress. She wondered in how far Lily's sensitivity
was due to her initial injections at this point, entertaining thoughts
of the girl simply growing used to her increased sexual activity...
but ultimately it had been her decision, her responsibility that made
Lily into her little love-doll. Softly pulling her up her chest, she
kissed her inviting lips, her own body warming up with desire for her
wonderful little girl; this was quickly evolving beyond cuddling, and
she could see the same hunger in Lily's eyes. Pulling up her own dress,
she sighed warmly as Lily began to nuzzle her thighs, placing soft kisses
and licks further and further upward. The girl knew how to get her in
the mood alright... after cuddling in bed, then in bath, during breakfast
on the couch... she had been worked up enough to eagerly welcome this
intimacy now.
Nathalie savored the tender licks across the fabric of her panties
for a bit, then tugged hem aside to fully give herself to Lily's expert
tongue. She couldn't help smiling when she saw the dampness in Lily's
own lace panties, the breeze carrying the scent of her arousal. As cute
to her and humiliating to Lily as the diapers were the girl still looked
best in delicate lace, and with Rose helping around the house, changing
her in and out
of clothing wasn't an issue anyway. She moaned in increasing arousal,
caressing her breasts through her dress... most of the morning was gone
already, but Lily made sure she wouldn't get a chance to regret any
of it; work could wait a little longer. "M-me too" the girl
demanded hoarsely before returning to her burning slit, and Nathalie
blushed as she playfully stroked the moist lace, the dark wetness spreading
further and further across the fabric, Lily squirming in aroused need.
She gasped as Lily slipped her tongue against the inside of her moist
folds, and slowly pulled the girl's lace panties down along her short
leg stumps, her fingers sliding easily into the hot depths of Lily's
slit. Lily was her lover now, and Nathalie no longer cared if the girl
was just acting on the demands of her altered body or genuinely sought
her company. "T-that feels s-so good" she whimpered, spreading
her legs further in the grass as her orgasm approached, feverishly trying
to keep a decent rhythm to her fingers in Lily's pussy. She came before
Lily did, but they shared the same bliss, lying side by side in the
grass, their breathing only slowly returning to normal.
Back in the house, after a quick shower and change of clothes, Nathalie
watched with excitement as Rose returned from her walk with Deb; she
had succeeded in plotting a route around the garden, cutting through
the modest forest that bordered it, and watching the leashed Deb crawl
miserably on her paws behind Rose, who had no control over where her
programmed prosthetic limbs were taking her, filled her with pride and
joy. But despite frequent online communication with the inventor of
the prosthetics, miss Jennifer Tanaka, there were certain tasks she
just couldn't manage to perfect. Rose tied Deb's leash to the metal
frame in the empty garage, set down her two feeding bowls well enough,
but to Nathalie's disappointment the robotic fingers fumbled on the
can opener, finally dropping both the instrument and the can onto the
floor before her. "Stop" Nathalie commanded, sighed and went
to manually finish the chore once again, unable to withhold a grin as
she saw the persistent revulsion in Deb's eyes as the chunks of dog
food landed in her bowl. "A bitch like you doesn't deserve better"
she explained, and submissively Deb crawled forward, shoving her face
into the bowl as she had been taught, wincing with each bite, then lapped
at the water with her tongue. If only she had been a bit more enthusiastic,
Nathalie would've considered commanding Rose to pet the transformed
woman as a reward, to give her some of the sexual gratification Deb
wanted so badly. Alas, Deb would be left in her basket, horny and unfulfilled,
too afraid to try and satisfy herself again; her punishments had been
effective in that regard. "Ah, crap" she whispered as she
heard the distant doorbell ring, quickly dashing past Rose, who wriggled
helplessly in her sturdy prosthetics. Miss Tanaka had finally offered
to come over today to work out some of the programming quirks herself,
but Lily had made her forget about the time...
"Hi, sorry for the wait - I'm Nathalie, glad to finally meet you"
Nathalie smiled at the Asian woman before her; she had a kind face,
although she seemed a bit timid. "Ah, no problem at all" miss
Tanaka answered as they shook hands; Nathalie was surprised by the cold,
smooth feeling of Tanaka's fingers, and when the woman removed her summer
coat, Nathalie confirmed her suspicions: her entire right arm was a
prosthetic, more primitive in appearance than Rose's sculpted 4X-AP's,
but moving with an oiled grace that made Rose look like a child's toy.
"Oh, wow..." Nathalie blurted out in admiration, and Tanaka
gave her a confused look, then blushed as she clasped her mechanical
arm. "I apologize, I should have warned you..." "Oh-
no no, I meant the way your arm moves, it's so... fluid". "Oh!
It is simply my personal design, it is not aesthetically pleasing, but..."
"It's my fault, you probably have enough people staring at it already
- why don't you come in, miss Tanaka" Nathalie offered, now blushing
she had brought it up without taking the woman's feelings into consideration.
"Please, call me Jennifer" Tanaka smiled, following her through
the wide entrance hall into the living area, brightly lit by the afternoon
sun gushing in through the high windows. "I'm so glad you could
come over, I'm just not good enough with the programming yet to get
the prosthetics to perform precise movements". "I suspect
the design assumed the neural link to be active, to supply corrections
where necessary, the full automation templates in the library were mainly
used for rudimentary testing purposes - your efforts were quite admirable
considering the routines were never properly documented and how cryptic
my coding can be..." Nathalie smiled as Jennifer seemed to liven
up talking about her product. "I usually don't mind a challenge
- but please, take a seat" Nathalie gestured to the strange furniture
some fancy designer saw fit to decorate the spacious room with.
"Allow me to explain," Jennifer smiled, "I am used to
adverse reactions when someone first becomes aware of my handicap, but
it was foolish of me to think you would be offended..." Nathalie
smirked as she could guess why Jennifer assumed she'd be comfortable
with it. "Hey, Jennifer... you've heard about what I've... done,
right?" she asked cautiously, considering that her amputated pets
could in turn be offensive to a woman who was herself an amputee. "There
are rumors... you wrote Rose only recently lost her limbs, so..."
Nathalie swallowed somewhat nervously, but concluding there was no sensitive
way to prepare Jennifer, she gave up and called out for her maid. At
least things looked normal enough as the girl walked in, ending her
stride with a short curtsey; Nathalie did wish she'd given Rose a less
decadent maid uniform to wear, her current outfit sported deep cleavage
and barely covered her ass. Jennifer rose from her seat, running her
fingers up along Rose's left arm, trying to uncover the girl's shoulder
from beneath the uniform. "Ah, one moment - undress" Nathalie
hurriedly commanded, and in a sensual motion, Rose was undressed, leaving
her only in her panties. "She is beautiful..." Jennifer whispered,
letting her eyes graze over the long, smooth limbs, tapping the joints
with her fingernails. "I'd really appreciate it if you could look
at the secondary core routines I wrote, can't get those responding well"
Nathalie asked, slightly embarrassed she hadn't been able to solve the
issues herself. "Jennifer?" she finally asked as the woman
continued inspecting Rose in silence, and Jennifer quickly looked up
with a deep blush. "...what? Ah yes, o-ofcourse, I will get started
right away".
---
"Forgive me Rose, I will need to disconnect these for a moment..."
Jennifer explained as she held down the releases on the girl's right
arm, the light-weight prosthetic finally giving away from the torso.
She quickly inspected the other three limbs, content to see the strobing
of their synchronization LEDs, automatically readjusting their functional
and balancing protocols to work around the temporary missing limb. She
found it difficult to make eye-contact with Rose; Nathalie had explained
the girl had been a somewhat... unwilling participant in the experiment,
confirming the rumors that she personally cut off the girl's limbs,
even took away her voice. As horrible as that idea was, Jennifer found
she could only admire the result, her cold prosthetics fitting the warm
flesh so perfectly, adding to the girl's beauty. After disconnecting
the second arm she couldn't help herself, softly brushing her fingers
against Rose's breast, but pulled back as the girl squirmed on the floor
- did she disapprove? No, the blush spread across her body... she slid
her hands back up the helpless Rose's torso, smiling dreamily, then
suddenly realized what she was doing. Jennifer quickly sat back and
began removing the legs, embarrassed by her unprofessional behavior
- she was raised better than that. When the final limb detached, she
initiated their self-diagnostics routine, trying to focus her thoughts
on quick methods to improve their interconnectivity and finesse, but
she just couldn't get the image of Rose, slowly getting undressed by
her own hands, out of her mind. She had to know... her head warm with
shameful excitement, she browsed through the secondary core library,
finding the old routines she left in there, and she wondered if Nathalie
had been making use of them...
---
"How bad did I screw things up?" Nathalie joked as she entered,
carrying Lily in her arms; the girl was freshly diapered again as Nathalie
expected to be busy working on Rose all afternoon, and this time she
herself had insisted on keeping her pacifier in her mouth, probably
to try to embarrass her in front of Jennifer, but Nathalie was too excited
about finally getting the routines working correctly to care about that.
Jennifer was on her knees, dividing her attention between the control
pad and her laptop on the ground; Rose was standing upright, her outstretched
left arm cycling through preset motions. "It should be possible
to improve the coding, it seems you have avoiding the..." Jennifer's
enthusiastic voice trailed off as she stared at the girl she was holding.
"This is my friend Lily" Nathalie introduced, but Jennifer
could only mutter a soft "...Oh". "Anyway, you were talking
about improving the code" Nathalie blushed, resting Lily on the
couch; she was grinning around her pacifier, and Nathalie realized the
girl's little plan had succeeded after all. "Ah, yes... please
forgive my rudeness, it is a pleasure to meet you, Lily... a-anyway,
there are some sub-routines I wrote which can bypass a lot of the issues
you described, so if you could walk me through your code..."
Tweaking the prosthetics' operational routines with Jennifer, Nathalie
realized there was one perk to working in a team - it was a lot less
lonely than her solo research. They made good progress thanks to Jennifer
being as much a job-nut as she was, and there was no question the woman
excelled in her own field - after each change, Rose's demonstrative
movements became more elegant, precise, nimble. It didn't escape Nathalie
that Rose's nude form had been affecting Jennifer - she had a cute blush
about her, and her eyes kept wandering back across the girl's torso,
a fascination that definitely went beyond professional interest. "She's
turning out quite nicely, isn't she?" Nathalie called from across
the room, carrying in their drinks for their first break; Jennifer nodded,
smiling as she took the offered tea. "At least she's back to her
functional self now, with a bit more grace... we still have a lot of
work to do though" Jennifer concluded as she sipped her tea, still
peering through the lists scrolling past on the command pad. To Nathalie's
surprise the doorbell rang; she apologized to Jennifer, set down her
coffee and walked up to the double doors at the front of the entrance
hall. Nobody but Mrs. Zeller was supposed to know about this place,
and she'd call before visiting...
"Uh... hello?" Nathalie spoke as she opened the door to a
silent girl clad in full-body white rubber, slightly hunched over as
she balanced on impossibly high heels, breathing laboriously around
a white rubber mask covering her mouth; she held out a greeting card
of sorts, bearing the mark of their company. "One moment"
Nathalie mumbled, walking back to the living area. "Would you know
why a girl in white rubber, working for our company, would show up at
my door?" Jennifer shot up from her seat, hurriedly pulling Nathalie
along back to the door, motioning for her to accept the offered card.
The girl moaned softly as Nathalie accepted the card, her hands moving
down to rest on her hips; she was obviously enjoying her time in the
body-tight rubber, which made her presence all the more inappropriate
considering she had a guest. "What the heck... 'we have granted
you an audience to allow you to motivate your future research'... 'we
additionally require the presence of Deborah Michelle Rubinsen at this
audience' - why didn't Mrs. Zeller inform me about this?" "Nathalie...
I believe this girl belongs to the Executives themselves, I would advise
you follow their instructions..." Jennifer whispered to her, but
Nathalie gritted her teeth - something about this sudden request didn't
sit well with her at all.
Chapter 10: Revelations
"This is ridiculous... I'm sorry this had to come up" Nathalie
sighed, handing Jennifer her coat. "Your audience is more important...
we can always resume the modifications on Rose at a later date..."
Jennifer looked back at the living area with a longing in her eyes,
then smiled, blushing again. "W-would tomorrow be convenient perhaps?"
"Hmm? Sure, tomorrow is fine" Nathalie mumbled absentmindedly,
eyeing the car that was apparently awaiting her. And Deb as well, according
to the instructions forced upon her, but she waved Jennifer off before
walking back to get her doggy pet from the garage, not wanting to estrange
Jennifer even further by revealing the worst of her transgressions already.
Nathalie knew there was only one reason they'd request Deb to be present,
and watching the wretched woman following her on her leash, dazed by
the fresh injection of hallucinogens to keep her quiet, she wondered
if she would even miss her; but that wasn't her concern going into this
audience. A tall blonde woman in an impeccable business suit above long,
smooth stockings, her hair tied in a long ponytail, was waiting at the
car. "Ah, finally. My name is Sylvana Mirkovic, I have been requested
to escort you to our company headquarters. Please enter the car, miss
Weston" she requested with a strange mixture of British and Russian
accents, taking Deb's leash while Nathalie climbed into the spacious
black limousine.
Mirkovic entered last, seating opposite of Nathalie with the girl in
white demurely next to her; Deb was forced to sit inbetween them on
the floor of the car, staring off into nowhere. "So what's the
reason behind this sudden request? My communication with the company
has always been through Mrs. Zeller, and now..." "Mrs. Zeller
has been reassigned to a new position some time ago" Mirkovic interrupted,
not taking her eyes off Deb. "Why wasn't I informed of that, and
should I be expecting more girls in fetish wear delivering hand-written
notes to my door? It's not exactly efficient, is it?" Nathalie
asked, still upset about being torn away from productive work; Sylvana
finally looked up from her pet, sending her a mysterious smile. "Did
my innocent gesture upset you? You're no stranger to girls held against
their will, I believe... although this slave has no will of her own"
she cooed, unashamedly groping the thankful girl through her thin rubber
costume. "Your Deborah there... I understand our chemicals were
quite helpful in keeping her under control?" "You work at
the Biochemistry department, then?" Mirkovic nodded slowly. "Something
like that. I personally dislike resorting to chemicals or more... drastic
measures to train my girls, however" she spoke haughtily, and Nathalie
didn't appreciate the obvious glance the pale woman gave Deb, but didn't
want to get into an argument about it - if this Sylvana Mirkovic was
behind the development of those drugs, she deserved her respect.
"I wasn't aware the company kept... girls like that around in
the first place" Nathalie finally asked after some more silence.
"We don't show them off, ofcourse. And only a select few have been
trained, for cases where our organization required absolute reliability.
This girl here has never known a life outside servitude... she's as
perfect as a slave can be - I could show you how it's done sometime,
if you wish..." "No, not really interested" Nathalie
coldly brushed her off, staring at the approaching skyline - they were
heading into the city it seemed. "Ahh... you really prefer to just
butcher them to deny them choice, don't you?" "Excuse me?"
Nathalie replied; by now she had had enough of the condescending smile
on Mirkovic' thin lips. "It was a compliment - I understand why
you did what you did, Nathalie, I'm merely pointing out-" "I
don't recall asking for your opinion on my personal affairs, Sylvana".
For a short moment, Nathalie could see the true, cold disdain in Sylvana's
eyes, and she was almost anxious for the woman to try to pull rank of
sorts so they could finally drop the pretense. "...Fair enough,
I'll let the topic rest". Nathalie nodded in quiet approval, watching
the tall office complexes slide past as they navigated through the busy
center traffic. She wondered why this Mirkovic woman angered her - was
it simply the denigrating undertone in her words, or did she somehow
get caught up in her challenging taunts?
"I can't believe our headquarters would be over here..." Nathalie
admired as they entered the second elevator already, transporting them
further up the highest skyscraper in the city; Sylvana gave her a quick
smile, seeming eager to get their earlier hostilities behind them. "That's
why it works so well, nobody would think to look for us here. Every
floor above the thirtieth is our property - we have several floors acting
as buffer to cover our activities, and sufficient additional security
to easily remain hidden in plain sight - it's a bunker in the sky, if
you will". Or a prison, Nathalie thought - the only escape would
be through thin staircases or elevators, unless you could somehow opt
for the fast way down... she shivered in a moment of claustrophobia,
her feeling of unease increasing as the elevators took them higher and
higher. The doors finally opened up to an unexpectedly massive hall,
buzzing with activity and lab coats the uniform of choice; Sylvana and
the girl in white stepped out first, but suddenly Nathalie felt very
apprehensive about walking into such a public place with her shameful
pet in tow. "Don't tell me you're embarrassed?" Sylvana beckoned
with a slight grin, and bolstered by her challenge, Nathalie walked
forward, giving a sharp tug on Deborah's leash, who due to her injection
wearing off suddenly found many reasons to stay behind in the elevator,
but finally had no choice but to follow.
Strangely enough, despite the many disapproving or mortified stares
and glances, Nathalie took each step with more and more confidence.
She didn't care what these people thought of her, didn't have to care;
she answered to her superiors and to her superiors only. "This
is our main logistical hub, connecting to each of the departments-"
"Sorry, I'm not in the mood for a tour," Nathalie politely
interrupted, "just take me to where I need to go, please".
"All business, hmm?" Sylvana shrugged, guiding her to what
appeared to be a special set of guarded elevators. "Miss Weston!
Miss Weston!! A moment of your time, please!" she suddenly heard
from a distance, and to her dismay she noticed two men in lab coats
hurrying towards them, stacks of paper clutched in their arms. Nathalie
had quickly moved into the elevator to avoid the two, sighing with relief
as they were briskly halted by the stationed security personnel, their
disappointment the last she saw of them before the doors closed. "Thank
God" she smiled thinly at Sylvana, who gave her a curious look.
"I hear the results of your research have been giving the Biomedics
department quite a few headaches... you're unpopular enough around here
as it is, are you sure you want to feed that sentiment with such a cold
attitude?" "If that's what it takes... I hate having to explain
my own work, you know what it's like, right" Nathalie grumbled,
but although Sylvana gave her a calculated nod, she saw none of the
recognition she expected in the woman's eyes.
"Well, this is as far as I can take you" Sylvana gestured
as they exited the elevator into a barren, sterile room; Nathalie gave
another forceful tug on Deb's leash and stared ahead at the cameras
dotting the walls. "Yeah, thanks". "I'm sure we'll see
eachother again soon" Sylvana greeted before stepping back into
the elevator; Nathalie quietly hoped that wouldn't be the case. The
girl in white impatiently tugged at her sleeve, guiding her forward
into a final elevator, where after the doors hissed shut a series of
blue beams began a swift scanning process; the security in this place
was thorough if nothing else. After a solid click the beams shut off,
and the elevator ascended to the top floor in the building. Little could
have prepared her for the breathtaking view she beheld when the doors
slid open; constructed almost entirely out of curved, tinted glass sheets
held in place by thin steel girders, she could see the blue sky above
her, a grass meadow before her and clouds drifting past in the distance;
it was as if she had wandered into a dream. The pleading eyes of the
slave girl brought her back to her senses, and she nervously followed
the straight, white marble path through the grass towards an arrangement
of seats. "Good afternoon, Nathalie. Please, sit" an elderly
African-American woman in a light-blue business suit invited her, and
Nathalie gingerly sat down, nodding politely to the other two seated
women, a Hindu in a red silk sari and a somewhat younger woman in what
appeared to be a long black gala dress, with striking long, grey hair;
the slave girl in white rubber hurried toward her, kneeling in bliss
as the woman patted her head. With a firm push, Nathalie forced Deb
to sit down on the floor next to her as well; she was facing the Executives
of her company, the people that had funded her research, had excused
her actions...
"It is a pleasure to finally meet you, Nathalie. It is not often
that the work of one person can stir up an entire field of science like
you did" the grey-haired woman smiled. "Although we disapprove
of your isolation, you've proven yourself sufficiently valuable to us
to tolerate your continuation of your research as you personally see
fit" the Hindu woman added with a cold undertone in her voice,
and the elderly woman nodded. "Your position at this company is
secured for the time being. However, considering the magnitude of your
previous results, we would be interested to learn the direction of your
current research". Nathalie nervously cleared her throat, thrown
off guard by the mixed compliments. "W-well, the most logical step
forward from where I left off would be to further push the boundaries
of cellular regeneration; regrowing partial or even whole limbs on a
larger, crude scale - restoration of nerves or possibly even nerve clusters
on a more specialized scale... but to be perfectly honest, I've not
resumed my research since delivering the final draft of my previous
project, I was expecting to be contacted by Mrs. Zeller when..."
"Ah, I reassigned Mrs. Zeller to a different function as requested
by her - we'll arrange some alternate form of communication for you
to report back your progress until we assign you a new coordination
manager" the grey-haired woman explained, and received hesitant
confirmation from the other two. "We trust you will resume your
work soon, then?" the Hindu woman smiled thinly, and Nathalie nodded,
feeling a mixture of relief and anxiety over her new situation. "There
was something I wanted to ask you about, however" she spoke, and
the Hindu woman smiled.
"I know I'm just a simple researcher in this company, and as you
are undoubtedly... aware," Nathalie stumbled for words, gesturing
nervously towards Deb, "don't hesitate to resort to unorthodox
methods to further my goals. My question is aimed to appease my conscience,
and I asked Mrs. Zeller about the following as well, but she indicated
she was not at liberty to discuss it - how are you planning to harness
my project results to further the field of biomedicine? Will my invention
eventually... save lives?" It was silent in the room; the grey-haired
woman finally nodded to the African-American woman, who in turn nodded
as affirmation. "Nathalie..." the Hindu woman started. "...the
invention of your serum will not be made public, because in the end,
that measure will save more lives than your inventions ever could".
"Help me understand" Nathalie spoke softly, trying to hold
back a cold wave of disgust, anger, disappointment. "Medicine's
noble goal has always been to postpone death and soothe suffering. However,
praising the preservation of life as the highest good has turned us
blind to the consequences of our good intentions: our numbers grow and
grow, but the world around us cannot indefinitely sustain our prosperity,
is already getting exhausted by our need and greed. While we save lives
by the millions, we consequently abandon them in increasing hunger and
poverty, the seeds of envy, hatred, corruption - war. In the long term,
despite its noble premise, the advance of medicine only adds to the
suffering".
"We have made it our goal to do what we can to combat what we
consider the cause of the problem," the elderly black woman now
continued, "to stem the cancerous growth of the world population.
We are faced with the short-sighted ethics surrounding life science
research complicating this problem. Advances improve longevity, fertility,
resilience without balancing this out even on a local scale - on a global
scale, the effect of poverty skews matters even further, the rich gaining
access to progressively better care while the poor are left to perish.
As wonderful and important to humanity as these scientific advances
are, we believe it is irresponsible to introduce them before proper
balance is achieved". "So you hire away the most prominent
researchers, thereby obtaining and controlling what advancements they
could offer - what if they refuse?" "Then we exchange one
life for many" the Hindu woman calmly replied. Liquidation. "Suffice
to say, you will keep this information confidential". Oddly enough,
part of Nathalie could follow their reasoning, was satisfied with the
given explanation, and yet... "And I assume disagreement with your
views will not work out well for me. But you leave me with no reason
to continue my research". "Your curiosity. It demanded this
revelation, and it's always been the motivation for your work"
the Hindu woman answered, then rose from her seat again. "You're
an inventor, worth more than the lives you try to save, and we'll grant
you free reign to do what you do best" the grey-haired woman added.
Without as much as another word, the Hindu and African-American woman
left the table, each departing the hall through a separate corner elevator.
"I take it you're still here to demand I hand over this woman"
Nathalie smirked, pulling Deb's leash demonstratively. "Indeed.
We deem her a threat to our organization, even in her current state,
and we are not comfortable leaving her in your care. We understand you
may have formed some personal bond with her, therefore we considered
it prudent to inform you face to face". She had suspected as much;
to her surprise, Deborah nuzzled her leg, looking up in despair, her
eyes begging her to protect her. Abandoning Deb would mean her final
goodbye to her Bella... but as she looked over the wretched woman, she
realized how little there was left of her old friend in the woman, how
little she cared for her scientific experiment; Deb could never take
Bella's place in her heart. "Take her... there's nothing between
us, she's simply in the way now". There was a strange smile on
the grey-haired woman's face, and only now it occurred to Nathalie that
her stature hinted at an older age than her youthful features would
suggest. With a slight gesture, the woman sent her slave to take Deb's
leash from her, who slowly but surely succeeded in pulling the struggling
and whimpering dog-woman along the path.
"Is there anything else you need me for?" Nathalie finally
inquired, ignoring the woman's stare. "You'll have to forgive the
attitude of my colleagues... their hatred of you runs deep, you must
have felt it - you're everything they despise, a largely self-taught
genius, pushing the envelope of an entire field of science on her own
strength, single-handedly threatening all they have worked for".
The woman rose from her seat, slowly circling around her chair. "A
headstrong loner, difficult to control. A powerful woman, taking charge
when threatened". Nathalie couldn't help blushing from the praise,
the woman's finger enticingly brushing against her face now, her perfume
intoxicatingly close. "Yet unlike them... you're compassionate,
caring for your victims despite the harm they sought to inflict upon
you; a woman embracing her sexuality, unafraid to take what she desires,
without hesitation, without remorse..." Resting both hands on her
shoulders, the woman gave her an intense stare. "I think you're
wonderful... and I need your help".
Chapter 11: Compromises
Back home, Nathalie had a lot to process. Her time with the mysterious
grey-haired Executive had been awkward, the seductive woman fawning
over her while questioning her about every small detail of her personal
projects: Lily's reaction to her amputation, Rose's confinement inside
the child's toy, the corruption of Deborah into something less than
human, and especially the reconstruction of Rose as her unwilling housemaid.
While Nathalie appreciated the praise of her pet projects she wasn't
thrilled to be forced to discuss them, feeling ensnared in her kind
words, the excessive flattering nothing short of suspicious. The entire
audition with the Executives had felt like a trap. Their questions on
her professional progress got her asking exactly the question they expected
to hear: what good would further research do. And their answer was...
none. The Hindu woman even implied that that shouldn't matter to her,
as if she had simply been indulging her personal curiosity all this
time... She tiredly stumbled into the living area, hoping to send off
Rose to fetch a drink or something, but she found a pleasant surprise
instead. Rose, still naked, seated on the couch, holding Lily as tenderly
as a mother would, squirming in pleasure as the girl hungrily nursed
from her hormonally augmented breasts. Rose was programmed to let Lily
suckle from her, but the way she performed it now, cradling Lily in
her arm, softly rubbing her diaper while she drank was... Jennifer's
work, and it was breathtaking. Blushing, she walked forward; Rose was
too aroused, and Lily too captivated by Rose's breasts for either of
them to notice her, and only when she softly stroked Lily's hair did
the girl perk up, her mouth leaving the nipple with a final slurp, milk
trailing down her chin.
"W-where's Deborah?" Lily stammered while Nathalie wiped
her mouth with her sleeve. "Gone" Nathalie whispered. Given
away to the Executives, discarded as trash. But these two girls were
different. They weren't going to take Rose from her. They weren't going
to touch Lily. She would fight for them. She would endure her employment
for them. She would indulge the grey-haired woman's request for their
sake, even though she knew it would simply be the first of many favors
she'd be asked. For all her suspicious praise, the woman could offer
protection, and until she could find out what happened to Mrs. Zeller
she needed just that. "What's wrong?" Lily asked as Nathalie
lifted her against her body, hugging her in support. "Nothing,
I'm just a little tired" she smiled, commanding Rose to follow
them upstairs. Neither of them needed to know what was going on in her
professional life: she just wanted Lily to be happy with her, and Rose
to remain her beautiful, faithful servant; she was too dense to comprehend
the situation anyway. Nathalie sighed as she rested on the bed, pulling
Lily close to her while Rose stood at attention; tomorrow was going
to be a long, difficult day for her...
"So this is how you chose to spend our funding..." the grey-haired
woman commented with a wry smile, staring across the ceiling of Nathalie's
old lab. Nathalie nodded nervously, embarrassed she didn't even clean
up the blood from the floor yet. "This is where you took your victims...
set a saw to their flesh and made them yours". The woman
strode forward, and Nathalie stumbled back to give her room, covertly
trying to nudge a severed arm behind the black mass of her tissue analyzer.
"Very resourceful," the woman smiled, "very interesting.
Zeller was right about you, you are useful". Nathalie cringed
at the woman's fingernail caressing her cheek, but forced a smile. She
opened her mouth to speak, but could only gasp as she felt a sharp stab
at her neck, her balance and vision distorting as she quickly slumped
to the floor, the blood splattering around her as she landed. "And
you're mine now" the woman smiled, the glint of her approaching
machinery ominously humming above her...
Nathalie blinked awake with a short gasp, finding herself in her bed,
Lily still snug against her; Rose seemed to have dozed off as well,
her head slightly tilted forward but otherwise held upright by the rigid
prosthetics. "Awake again?" Lily murmured, and Nathalie nodded,
rising up in bed - she hadn't planned to fall asleep, but at least her
nightmare had woken her before she could nap through the evening. She
shook off the remainder of the dream, undoubtedly sprouted from her
concerns... "So what was that audience thing all about?" "You
overheard, did you... It was just a job thing... bosses letting me know
I'm doing a great job, my efforts are appreciated and invaluable to
the company, they're looking forward to my future research and then
dumping a side project on me that's going to keep me very busy for the
rest of the week or so". Lily squirmed upright against the pillow,
blushing. "W-will you at least let me have the vibrator while you're
working?" Nathalie smiled, cruelly tipping Lily over with a gentle
push to her head; the girl could always bring a smile back to her face,
no matter how terrible she felt. "Something tells me you enjoy
that thing more than you enjoy our time together" she cooed, fondling
the girl's leg stumps, and Lily's increasing blush told her she was
right. "Still no competition for... you know, b-both... "
Lily pouted her thick lips ever so seductively, and Nathalie grinned,
stretching to her left to reach her nightstand, memories of her ill
dream fading like snow before sun. "Would you like..." she
gasped, finally finding the black toy in her drawer, "...like it
if we made Rose watch?" Lily nodded, and Nathalie quickly confirmed
Rose's blush - she loved leaving the immobile girl all jealous and worked
up that way.
Helping out of her clean diaper, Nathalie smiled as she saw the shine
on Lily's crotch, the girl already wet with anticipation, but she wasn't
going to indulge her just yet. "You want this pretty bad, don't
you" she teased, sliding the black plastic across Lily's T-shirt,
tight around her breasts. "C'mon... don't be like that" Lily
whined, worming around to present her wet slit towards Nathalie. "I
want you hear you say it" Nathalie demanded, playfully switching
the vibrator on and off again; Lily huffed cutely, then closed her eyes,
blushing even more. "I need it... need it in my pussy". Nathalie
gasped in mock surprise, tracing her fingers across Lily's leg stump,
circling around her hot folds. "You sound like a horny little slut,
Lily..." Lily looked at her with pleading eyes, her chest heaving
with arousal. "C'monnn... put it in my wet pussy... I'm so hot,
please Nathalie... f-fuck me..." Mmmm... her lover, lewdly begging
her for sex, needing her for sex, her stumps sliding uselessly across
the linen, her precious baby that couldn't even rub her own tits anymore,
let alone satisfy the burning need in her slit. "Okay... since
you asked so nicely" Nathalie grinned, giving Lily a sloppy kiss
while the tip of the vibrator slid home, Lily moaning with pleasure
at each thrust, almost biting her lip in delight when she finally flicked
the switch at the back of the plastic invader, the squishing becoming
more and more audible.
Feverishly aroused herself now, Nathalie hurriedly undid her thin belt,
letting her skirt slide down to her knees, then blushed as she looked
back at Rose. "Pleasure, single-handed" she panted, then slowed
her thrusts with the vibrator, ignoring Lily's hoarse protests. She
felt Rose's expert fingers brush against her pantyhose, and she clumsily
pulled them down, her panties soon following, unceremoniously granting
the robotic fingers hind access to her slit, sighing warmly as their
gentle ministrations began. Amazingly... even just the core upgrades
Jennifer had performed made this feel so much better, the fingers soon
having her buck back on their perfect smoothness, feeling dazed with
incredible arousal. "Oh G-god" she whimpered, guiltily increasing
her pace screwing Lily's soaking pussy with the buzzing vibrator, soon
losing herself in a thundering orgasm, lingering as Rose's prosthetic
relentlessly followed its programming. "S-stop" she finally
panted, looking deliriously at Lily; the amputated girl was squirming
contently under her arm, evidently reached her peak as well. Nathalie
flopped over next to Lily, catching her breath, feeling the warmth on
her own cheeks. "Oh wow..." she muttered; and Lily prodded
her with her leg stump, the look in her eyes telling her everything
she needed to know. "No need to hurry, Lily... we've got all evening,
let's take it slow". She sighed happily again, giving Rose a long
look. "Self-pleasure breasts" she commanded, smiling as Rose
presented herself, slowly rubbing and kneading her own breasts for their
enjoyment, squirming inside her uncompromising prosthetics. Tomorrow
would be all business... but tonight was for pleasure, and perhaps even
Rose deserved a few of those delightful orgasms...
That morning Nathalie passed by Lily's room, smiling as she saw the
girl sleeping in her pink crib. Last night had been blissful, sinful,
wonderful: a worthwhile conclusion to almost a month of relaxation.
Accepting the offered cup of coffee from Rose in the living area, she
briefly checked her watch - the grey-haired Executive hadn't given a
specific time at which to expect a visit. "Wake up Lily, bathe
her, dress her, bring her down" she instructed Rose, followed by
a brief yawn as her maid walked off, the girl herself staring blearily
ahead, seeming just as sleepy as she was. Nathalie sipped from her coffee
as she walked over to her lab entrance, descended down the wide stairs
then rested her hand on the security panel aside the futuristic steel
door. With a pneumatic hiss the door slid open, TL-bulbs erratically
flickering to life in the remaining darkness before her, and soon her
entire lab bathed in uniform, sterile light. Such advanced machinery...
such an array of toys for her to use and abuse... her company certainly
wasn't short on cash. What a waste for them to spend it on someone whose
research would only frustrate their efforts... glancing past the surgical
workbenches, the electrical scalpels, cutting saws and shackles suspended
from the high ceiling above, she wondered if all this equipment wasn't
just ordered in by the grey-haired Executive, planning all along to
let her do her dirty work. She was a biomedical engineer, not a butcher,
and she felt no motivation, no joy in the prospect of amputating anyone
simply because she was told to, no matter how noble the promised purpose
was. She sipped some more coffee, wishing the woman would've given more
than just the bare details on what was expected of her, but she was
in no position to deny her... she smirked morosely, the metal walls
of her laboratory reminding her more and more of a prison. Her prison.
The doorbell was wired to a pleasant tone in her laboratory, and Nathalie
stripped off her latex gloves, resting the prepared batch of regenerative
enzymes on the table ahead. She was as ready as she was going to be,
yet she couldn't shake a sinister, foreboding feeling. The reassignment
of Mrs. Zeller, the gray-haired woman's sudden infatuation with her,
the personal request... it fit together too smoothly. But as long as
it gave her time to assess what was going on, she'd indulge them. Walking
into the entrance hall, she straightened out her lab coat, readjusted
her glasses and took a deep breath, then opened the door. Sylvana was
there, with a teenager, restrained by black leather bands, gagged, her
ankles chain-linked, a heavy metal collar around her neck, attached
to the steel chain in Sylvana's hand. Nathalie had barely opened the
door before Sylvana stomped inside, pulling the girl along so roughly
that she lost her balance, stumbling down onto the carpeted floor, Sylvana
dragging her another few yards across the plush before finally letting
her rest. Nathalie quickly glanced outside, spotting the two security
guards at the car ahead, then cautiously closed the door. "Well,
there we are, Nathalie dear" Sylvana spat, her eyes blazing with
anger. "Where's your lab, so we can get this over with?" Nathalie
crossed her arms, staring the agitated woman down. "You sound pretty
upset, Sylvana".
"I just hadn't counted on you being such a back-stabbing bitch.
What did you do to convince her to give you my project anyway?"
Sylvana smirked; she seemed to thoroughly disapprove of her assignment,
and her anger could yield some welcome clues. "I'm just doing as
I'm told" Nathalie smiled mysteriously, and it had the desired
effect. "Did you sleep with her?" If Sylvana and the woman
had a sexual relationship, this could be jealousy at play, but Sylvana
had referred to the girl as 'her project', there was more to it. "I
don't think that's any of your business, is it?" "Ofcourse
not, Nathalie... why would I care whose cunt you're licking today?"
Nathalie ignored the insult, walking towards the girl on the floor,
lying motionlessly, but Sylvana stepped inbetween. "You're pathetic,
you know that... a butcher pretending she's a surgeon... a coward pretending
she can train slaves, without any clue what it takes to breed true obedience..."
Ahh. There it was: competition. "I'm satisfied with how my girls
turned out," Nathalie smiled, "and apparently our boss is
as well". Sylvana's eyes narrowed as the taunt hit home; Nathalie
pocketed her hands, finding her scalpel in her right, continuing to
stare the woman down. "Heh... proud of your little scrap yard maid,
are you? Scrounging our trash for discontinued prototype parts... worthless.
And your little 'baby'... you cut off a girl's limbs, turn her into
a sex doll, and she still won't obey you... so you just pump
her full of my Purple Euphoria every day and keep her in a chemical
illusion of an enjoyable life..." Nathalie bit her lip, clasping
the scalpel securely in her palm. Sylvana certainly knew a surprising
amount of details. "It's time for you to leave, miss Mirkovic".
Chapter 12: Priorities
"Time for me to leave? I have my own instructions, dear"
Sylvana spat; annoyingly, Miss Ophelia had merely granted her personal
request to at least keep an eye on Nathalie Weston as she performed
the surgery. She felt humiliated, infuriated even that her boss approached
Weston with this project in the first place - had she not proven herself
enough to Ophelia by now? All those years of training the girl, physically
and mentally, breaking her spirit enough to control her, all the assassinations
she successfully completed, and this... this low-ranked bitch got preference
over her? "If they involve me, this girl or even just this house,
then I guess you'll just have to inform that woman that I refused to
cooperate with you" Weston replied; Sylvana smirked as she saw
the tension in the woman's right arm; if the woman got physical, she'd
have to be careful not to damage her too severely, or Ophelia would
undoubtedly be cross with her. Her concealed syringes would have to
do. "You think you're a match for me, kuja? You think you're
special with your solo act?" "Special enough. And despite
all your bragging, your girl here seems to be unusually restrained for
a 'broken' slave, her arm a pincushion for your injections if those
marks are anything to go by, bruises all over her body... and now your
boss asked me to cut her up for her as well" The pitiful lab maggot
dared to question her expertise, but she critically underestimated her
little slave as well. Sylvana feigned a smile; Weston had no idea what
she was dealing with, so perhaps Ophelia didn't actually share as much
information with the woman as she thought... this could work out unexpectedly
satisfying for her. "Fine... she'll be interested to hear of your
insubordination. Just some last advice: I'd keep her restraints on...
she might be a bit too much for an amateur like yourself". "Goodbye,
miss Mirkovic" Weston impatiently insisted, and Sylvana scoffed
as she left the house, hearing the door slam shut behind her. Hopefully,
Weston's arrogance would end up costing her dearly...
---
Lily felt sick. It hadn't been difficult to overhear the vicious debate;
the relatively short distance between the entrance hall and the couch
in the living area hadn't left her with much choice. She had actually
been upset with that Sylvana for her aggressive insults, but then she
heard... Euphoria. And the voices just blended into the background,
a cold dread rippling down her spine. Her acceptance of her fate, her
newfound joy in it even... had it all been a drug-induced lie? Her mind
was in turmoil, wanting to disbelieve the words, but... Nathalie could've
slipped her drugs in so many ways: the pacifier she now loved to suckle,
the baby bottles she dutifully drank throughout the day... She felt
so stupid, felt so used, felt... like throwing up. How could she have
even believed that Nathalie trusted her, loved her. Why would the woman
bother with frail, precious concepts such as trust and love when she
could simply force her to feel the way she did, leaving her a complacent,
love-struck sex toy for her. She sniffled, her tears dotting the soft
couch. The door slammed shut in the distance, and Lily closed her eyes,
sobbing silently, feeling so betrayed... so helpless... so alone.
---
"Can you get up?" Nathalie asked, finally releasing the grip
on the scalpel in her pocket as Sylvana seemed gone at last. With surprising
nimbleness, the girl worked around her restraints and rose to her feet,
her blank eyes gazing past Nathalie. She briefly glanced at the chain
dangling from the girl's collar, but gestured towards her lab instead.
"Come with me, please". After a short moment of hesitation
the girl followed her through the villa, slowed by her heavy ankle chain;
she seemed docile enough, but as they entered her lab her discomfort
over her assignment grew and grew. The girl stood still when instructed,
and with a sigh Nathalie began preparing her injections, filling syringes
with small doses of the green sedative that would send the girl off
into a painless slumber, then prepared a last syringe with her new serum
to supercharge the girl's recovery rate. But when she was done, the
girl finally showed some signs of awareness, her eyes suddenly focusing
on Nathalie, then on the syringe she was holding, and it made Nathalie
hesitate. This was the point where she'd rationalize acting like a leashed
monster under cover of being a contracted professional. It was a simple,
straightforward operation, which because of her regenerative enzymes
wouldn't put the girl at unnecessary risk. But the girl's eyes... they
gave her identity. She wasn't just a lump of flesh for her to cut up.
She hadn't given her a reason to do so, like her victims had. Biting
her lip she placed the syringe back with the others, giving the mysterious
girl a long stare before she finally stepped forward, undoing the buckles
on the girl's gag mask. "Can you talk?" Moments passed as
only the soft hum of the air conditioning could be heard; there was
no response from the girl. "Would you like some water?" Nathalie
offered, but there was still nothing but silence between them, until
suddenly the soft chime of the doorbell resounded through the lab.
---
Jennifer Tanaka waited impatiently at Nathalie Weston's door, feeling
herself blush with excitement. Yesterday had been a trip down memory
lane for her - her old prototypes were the first real development she
had made for the company, and reviewing the programs and routines she
wrote so long ago... combined with Nathalie's insightful interest and
the results, it had been wonderful... Her disappointment over the abrupt
end had made way for renewed excitement when Nathalie agreed she could
come over again today, but this morning... Nathalie must've put in a
good word about her work with the Executives, because she received a
personal high-priority assignment to produce a new model prosthetics
based on exactly that prototype. But she had kept this morning free,
the least she could do for the woman that helped make this acknowledgement
possible. If only she had the guts to thank Nathalie... personally...
for what she did... She blushed again, shaking off her daydreams. In
all her years, to her mother's great dismay, she never even had the
courage to date anyone, let alone have... sex. She wasn't prepared for
Nathalie opening the front door wearing her lab coat and latex gloves,
and the bashful expression on the woman's face worried her even further
- did she come over too early? "Jennifer... come in please, come
in". "Hello," Jennifer smiled, stepping into the impressive
entrance hall, "were you working in your lab?" "Yes,
sorry, something came up yesterday, to be honest I forgot about our
appointment..." "Oh, do not worry - I am just very early,
please, take your time to finish your work". "It's a little
more complicated than that... I'm terribly sorry, I should've called,
but I don't have time to work on Rose today after all". "Ah...
I understand, I... have a lot of work to do myself... I shall be off
again, then". "Wait up, Jennifer" Nathalie clasped her
arm, and Jennifer gave her a confused look.
"You like Rose, don't you?" Nathalie asked, and Jennifer
felt herself grow bright red. "W-well, she... with professional
interest, I..." she closed her eyes, trying to make sense of her
own words. "Sorry to be blunt about this, but I need a favor from
you. You know Mrs. Zeller, right?" Mrs. Zeller... Jennifer slowly
recovered from her embarrassment, and nodded. "O-ofcourse, she
contacted me about my old prototypes - she is your coordination manager,
no?" "Yeah, up until recently anyway. For some reason she
was... reassigned. I need to know what happened to her, but I can't
access any information from here. Could you try to find out? In return,
feel free to stay and do anything you like with Rose - her body is yours
for the day, take any of the unused rooms upstairs". Jennifer felt
dizzy. Was Nathalie seriously suggesting... offering her... "Th-there
is no need for... I would gladly..." she stammered, not knowing
where to look. "I need to get back to my lab... can I count on
you, Jennifer?" Jennifer took a deep breath of air, and nodded.
"I will do what I can, Nathalie". "Thanks" Nathalie
smiled, and before she could stop her, the woman had pulled her closer,
planting a soft kiss on her lips. "Enjoy yourself" Nathalie
blushed, then left the entrance hall again, leaving her shaking, dazed,
blushing furiously. How did Nathalie know... and she hadn't even remembered
to thank the woman...
---
"Would you like some water?" Nathalie offered again, shaking
off the last of her blush, the girl still where she left her. She seemed
calm enough, and Nathalie didn't intend to let Sylvana's denigrating
advice get to her. Restraining a young girl so severely, and Sylvana
had called her a coward? After a last moment of hesitation she
started unbuckling the many leather straps digging into her flesh; the
girl never took her eyes of her, but accommodated her efforts, finally
standing before her wearing little more than a smooth black latex leotard.
She had a strange, mysterious beauty about her, a pretty doll-like face
framed by long, silk black hair, her youthful features marred however
by countless scars, bruises and even burn marks across her arms and
legs, evidence of many years of abuse. "Do you know why you're
here?" Nathalie asked, encouraged by the bright awareness in the
girl's eyes, but once again was given no reply. "I've been instructed
to... amputate your arms at the shoulder joint, and your legs at the
hip joint". It was either that, or 'termination', as the grey-haired
Executive had explained it to her - though her motives were unclear,
Nathalie could sympathize with the effort to at least spare the girl's
life, regardless of her background. But even that revelation didn't
seem to faze the girl, and resigning to her gruesome responsibility,
Nathalie turned to collect the sedative from her prepared syringes.
"I kill people" a thin voice suddenly whispered behind her.
"Releasing me was a careless mistake of you".
Nathalie slowly turned around, her heart rate swiftly increasing as
she saw the girl stare at the tray of surgical instruments on the workbench
before her. "I could end your life in seconds..." the girl's
voice trailed of, looking at Nathalie again; could this girl actually
be one of the tools they used to liquidate those crossing the company...?
But those seconds had passed, and the girl hadn't stirred. "Why
haven't you, then?" she finally asked, and the girl cast down her
eyes in silence again. "I would like some water" the girl
suddenly whispered, and Nathalie covertly exhaled in relief, filling
a measurement beaker with fresh water from a nearby faucet, then returned
to hand it to the girl, who accepted it with a demure "Thank you",
soon taking small sips from the container. Looking over at her syringes,
Nathalie pondered. The girl's quiet threat aside, her seeming innocence
didn't help her case: she didn't struggle, didn't yell at her, didn't
even try to escape. "What's your name?" she asked as the girl
handed her back the empty beaker, but she just cast her eyes down again.
"I don't want to kill anymore". At least it was a response
of sorts. "Are you still employed by the company? Or did they end
your contract?" The girl looked at her, seeming confused by her
question, then turned and approached her, her arms stretched toward
her. "Do it... cut off my arms and legs". Nathalie backed
away, trying to understand why the girl was offering herself. "If
you cut them off, I won't be able to kill anyone anymore. Please".
Was this the grey-haired Executive's intention? If the girl had somehow
become unable to stop herself from killing she'd be an unreliable and
dangerous tool, no longer useful to the company. It fit what little
information the grey-haired Executive had left her with, the choice
between killing her or rendering her harmless, and while it seemed strange
they'd even consider letting the girl live, it had her support. Alternatively,
the girl could be forced to do what she did, a realistic scenario considering
Sylvana Mirkovic's involvement. Thinking back to the girl in white rubber,
it wasn't a stretch they had similarly trained this girl, but as a tool
of murder rather than pleasure. The girl said she didn't want to kill
anymore... at that point, her only escape from the company's grip would
be death. She could sympathize; she was just as much their tool herself.
If this was the case, the surgery would be the girl's last chance for
a life without killing. Either way, the grey-haired Executive's motivation
behind the order was irrelevant. She understood why the girl hadn't
resisted her: she represented her last glimmer of hope on life without
murder. "I understand now" she whispered, taking the girl's
hand in hers. "Okay" the girl replied, and Nathalie led her
onto the surgical bench, tightly fastening her torso and neck with elastic
strips. The girl offered her arm, and Nathalie felt revulsed by the
damage countless injections had wreaked upon it. This would be the last.
She saw the girl blink as the sedative started working, but before she
went, the girl clasped her arm, looking deep into her eyes. "Y-you
are strong... you will pro... pro...tect... m..." Nathalie calmly
rested the girl's arm on the bench, and nodded, filled with a grim determination.
"Yeah, I will".
Chapter 13: Repairs
Jennifer held her left hand on her chest, trying to calm her racing
heart. She was embarrassed to still be in Nathalie Weston's house, still
in the entrance hall where Nathalie had left her, instead of on her
way to work to start on her project, or at least help Nathalie with
her request to find out where Mrs. Zeller went... Mrs. Zeller had been
the one to recruit her as well, after picking up on her personal prosthetic
development project many years ago; she had been so proud that first
year, developing the 4X-AP, working late nights to fine-tune it, not
realizing that in her obsession she alienated her co-workers, too focused
to allow anyone to help her. Perhaps that had been the reason why the
completion of the 4X-AP had hardly been given any attention, but as
time had passed her doubt had taken over, and she had settled for a
quiet position at the department in which she dutifully performed mundane
modifications and optimizations to the products of others, her own prototypes
gathering dust in the archive. Her self-doubt had sealed her preoccupation
with the prosthetics, her obsession reverting into a simple hobby, but
it had been Mrs. Zeller again that contacted her about the 4X-AP's after
several years, informing her the by then notorious Nathalie Weston had
been making use of them... If that woman had gone missing, Jennifer
would do her very best to find her again. But Nathalie's gesture was
so generous, it would be rude to turn it down...
Her head swimming with excitement, she gingerly stepped into the living
area, trying to keep the butterflies in her stomach down. Quietly humming
to herself, she looked around for Rose, but only found Lily, lying on
the sofa, staring outside. "Oh, hello miss Lily" she quickly
greeted, not wanting to just ignore the girl. "Leave me alone"
Lily bit without so much as glancing at her. "Pardon my intrusion"
she apologized, backing away - the girl seemed a bit rude, but she was
in too good of a mood to let that bother her now. The living area seamlessly
transitioned into a dining and kitchen area, and she let the scent of
cleaning agent guide her behind the cooking isle, watching in admiration
as she found Rose forced on hands and knees, meticulously scrubbing
the floor in her maid uniform, the short skirt revealing her ass and
slit at every swipe of the mop. Rose must've noticed her standing there,
turning her head to look up while her arms and legs continued their
chore, and Jennifer blushed. After the last corner was cleaned, Rose
was lifted from the floor with elegant precision, and Jennifer couldn't
wait any longer. "Stop program" she commanded, and Rose's
prosthetics froze. She looked adorable in the tight uniform... she couldn't
believe her luck that someone like Rose would be... "Follow by
lead". Rose's right arm stretched out, and Jennifer met it with
her own, a soft clicking resounding from between their hands as prosthetic
met prosthetic. Rose blushed as well now, and Jennifer guessed the girl
wouldn't object to her housework being interrupted... Dreamily, she
led Rose to the entrance hall, then up the wide stairs, into one of
the many unused, yet amply furnished rooms.
Leading Rose over to the bed, the myriad of programs she could use
went through Jennifer's mind. She knew what the fingers were capable
of, her own arm containing an embarrassingly large library of self-pleasure
routines, but... this was so different. This would be her first time
with... someone else, and it made her feel as nervous as a little girl.
"Rose... I apologize if I seem forward, b-but I was wondering if
you would like..." she swallowed, forcing herself to continue.
"...if you would like to have sex with me". Rose actually
seemed surprised at her request; she wasn't in a position to deny her
anything, but just forcing herself on the girl... she wanted her first
time to be special. With a smile, Rose nodded, and Jennifer's heart
jumped. "U-undress" she spoke, and as Rose went to work, she
took off her own jacket, stepped out of her shoes, undid her skirt,
unbuttoned her blouse, her blush increasing and increasing. Gingerly,
she unclasped her bra, revealing her unspectacular chest to the naked
girl before her. Her panties came last, and while they were both naked
now, they weren't ready. "Lie down". Rose complied, resting
back on the bed, and Jennifer stepped forward, tenderly tracing the
girl's prosthetics with her fingers, then detached the girl's arm. Rose
gave her a questioning look, but she just smiled reassuringly at her,
taking off the other arm, then the two legs. Finally, she clasped her
own arm, wincing as the old design came loose, and rested it with the
other limbs. She finally crawled onto the bed, snuggling next to Rose's
compact body.
This warmth... this intimacy... was what she had fantasized about for
so long. Rose seemed amused by her shyness, but accepted her kiss, their
bodies writhing shortly against eachother. Jennifer's lips trailed down
the girl's cheek, kissing along her neck, then across her shoulders
to the smoothed off rounding at its end, where she lingered for a while.
She needn't be ashamed of her handicap with Rose, needn't worry about
being rejected for her common looks. Resting on her right side, snuggling
up against Rose where the girl's arm had once been, she smiled at their
now perfect fit, kissing around Rose's breasts, the breathing of the
girl shallow with arousal. "Mmmm" she blushed as her lips
found Rose's erect nipple, swooning with delight at all the new sensations.
Switching to the other breast, Rose squirming underneath her, her fingers
stroked along the girl's side, all the way down to her thighs, fondling
the smooth end there before trailing toward her crotch. She blinked
in surprise, her fingers moist just from brushing alongside Rose's slit;
she thought she was aroused already, but this girl... She clumsily crawled
on top of Rose, resting her own crotch on the girl's hip, her leg sliding
against the girl's hot and wet pussy; with careful motions, she began
rubbing herself against Rose's body, closing her eyes in delight at
the feeling, then apologetically leaned down to kiss the girl while
her hips found a pleasing rhythm.
Feeling Rose buck and tremble underneath her, Jennifer was filled with
the warm assurance that this wasn't a one-way experience - the hyper-sensitive
girl had just reached her first orgasm with her. "W-would you be
prepared to... orally please me?" she whispered, parting Rose's
silver-white hair from the girl's sweaty forehead, and the blushing
girl nodded with a smile. Ahh... she felt so perverse as she moved to
straddle the girl's mouth, supporting herself on her trembling single
arm as she slowly lowered her behind, moaning with pleasure when Rose's
tongue found her most private place. So this was what making love was
like... sharing such pleasure with another... "Please f-forgive
me" she whimpered as she felt her wetness drip down onto Rose,
the tension in her body building and building as her orgasm approached.
"This feels... feels so good..." She had never felt pleasure
like this, Rose switching between soft licks and nibbles at her clit,
thrusting her tongue into her depth and thick licks along her labia.
It was out of this world... resting on her knees, Rose rising up between
her legs, Jennifer clasped the smoothness at her own right shoulder,
the usual pain of the old wound a mere ripple drowned out by a wave
of pleasure... she was broken no longer. Her orgasm sent her shuddering
with mind-numbing delight, losing all sense of time and reality.
"Th-thank you... thank you so much" Jennifer panted, finding
herself lying alongside Rose, her entire body glowing with delight,
feeling all woman. She finally sat up to reach her prosthetic, gasping
as she attached the arm, the pain tangible again, her bionic fingers
spreading and closing rapidly in a quick self-test. She kissed Rose
again before reattaching the girl's leg prosthetics, momentarily lost
in thought as she admired her old work up close. Her new models would
become many times stronger, more durable yet more flexible. They would
have to be - her old prosthetics were tools of utility, and through
her perverted programming tools of pleasure; her new models wouldn't
be so innocent, and would need to withstand a lot more stress. While
she didn't understand the need for prosthetics with such functions,
the unique problems that she would face thrilled her immensely, her
mind already working out the details on how to implement a spring blade
that wouldn't limit the wrist and hand motion range. Stronger, lighter
synthetic alloys were readily available to her department. Faster, more
powerful actuators. If they wanted weapons, she'd give them weapons.
First... she needed to find a shower and some towels to clean Rose and
herself up a little before she could get to work.
---
Nathalie slowly lifted the saw blade from the fresh wound in the girl's
leg, wiping the sweat from her brow before lifting the suspended tool
above her. Routine or not, this was hard work... and there was a lot
more of it ahead of her. Amputating the legs and arms was one thing,
but removing the latex covering the girl's torso revealed even further
scars, bruises and welts, and she had decided to do her best to clean
them up using leftover enzymes. She gave the leg a tug, and with a slurping
sound it detached from the girl's torso, a minimal amount of bone and
sinews to clean up before she could start covering up the wound. All
this blood... it reminded her of her disturbing dream yesterday evening,
which now felt like a warning to her: more and more, she questioned
the supposedly noble intentions of the grey-haired Executive in letting
this girl live. But whatever her plan was, she intended to protect the
girl. Her transparent latex-clad finger tested the now rapidly healing
merge at where the girl's shoulder used to be, wiping off some remaining
blood - she wasn't going to let them use this girl, or herself, as their
tool anymore. But she couldn't allow herself to underestimate their
influence, their power. She sighed, trickling the enzyme solution onto
the fresh hip wound before tugging the excess skin across it; Mrs. Zeller
had always been there for her to deal with politics, and now more than
ever she missed her maternal guidance.
Many hours later Nathalie saw the girl stir, blinking groggily, panicking
momentarily as her mind reoriented itself to her situation, finally
relaxing again. "It's done," Nathalie explained, "I'm
leaving the bandages on for a couple of hours to keep the merges sterile".
She smiled as she saw the girl's eyes wander across her broken body;
the patchwork on her torso had necessitated quite a bit of bandages,
kind of giving her a baby mummy look. "Thank you" the girl
whispered hoarsely, and Nathalie wasn't surprised by the tear rolling
down her cheek - even as her only hope, such a rigorous mutilation wouldn't
leave anyone unaffected. But she hadn't expected to see the girl's thin
smile, and that first sign of affection melted her heart. "Let's
get some rest" she offered, swallowing down her tired emotions
while she stripped off her gloves, ditching her blood-streaked lab coat
with the rest of the waste. The girl cringed as she lifted her up, but
her wounds didn't bleed into her bandages - with the serum still in
her system, they would soon finish healing over, and after another few
hours they'd be gone entirely. With the girl in her arms, Nathalie quickly
looked around - there was a large mess she still needed to deal with.
As she switched off the lights in her lab, she realized that she was
carrying part of that mess out into the world again.
She found Rose standing motionlessly in the entrance hall, surrounded
by the pleasant scent of cleaning agent. "Did you satisfy Jennifer?"
she asked bluntly, and blushing, Rose nodded. "Good... good".
Jennifer deserved spending the time with Rose many times over, but she
didn't have a choice using Rose as bartering material to guarantee Jennifer
would look into Zeller's disappearance for her, as Jennifer was the
only person she knew that had the access necessary to do so. "Locate
Lily, bring her upstairs" she commanded, ascending the stairs to
the upper floor. "Were you requested to amputate her as well?"
the girl asked halfway up. "No... it wasn't like that". She
wasn't eager to share the details with the girl; it was a complex issue,
and could easily damage the frail trust between them. In her new room,
she lowered the girl onto the bed, supporting her head with a pillow.
"How long will I stay here?" the girl asked while Nathalie
pondered the wisdom of removing her blood-stained clothing when she
still needed to clean her lab. "I don't know," Nathalie smiled
wearily, "I don't know what's going to happen now". Rose entered
carrying Lily in her arms, who seemed to be struggling for some reason
- did Rose's prosthetics malfunction and hurt her somehow? "Put
Lily on the bed" she commanded, moving over to the girl, but she
sensed there was more going on, Lily angrily averting her eyes. "What's
the matter," she smiled, "did baby wet her diaper?" There
was no response, and glancing over at the girl on the other side of
the bed, Nathalie sighed.
---
"C'mon, Lily - what's the problem?" Nathalie asked, but Lily
kept her lips pursed, not interested in indulging the woman one bit,
especially not with the freshly mutilated girl on the bed only adding
to the insult she felt. "Hey, what's wrong?" Nathalie asked
again, caressing her cheek with her finger. It was small gestures like
these that had made her believe in Nathalie, had built her trust...
but Nathalie hadn't trusted her, so what use had it all been. "If
this is about the girl... I expect you to at least be polite to her".
It figured Nathalie thought this was all about the strange girl on the
bed, but that was just a small part of a picture that grew larger and
larger in her mind. "I can't deal with this right now" she
heard Nathalie mumble, walking out of the room. "Follow" Nathalie
bit from the corridor, and Rose veered to life, swiftly marching out
of the room to follow her mistress. Lily watched the two exit, leaving
her alone with Nathalie's latest victim. Ofcourse the woman wouldn't
understand why she was upset. She wasn't supposed to know about the
Euphoria drug, was just supposed to believe she was happy living a life
as a glorified sex toy. "It's not her fault I'm here" she
heard a thin voice to her left. "I don't care about that"
she whispered, but despite her indignation she couldn't help her growing
curiosity about the petite Asian. "You seemed to have a problem
with my presence" the girl clarified, and Lily sighed; it wouldn't
be fair to vent her anger on this girl either. She turned her head,
wondering what all the bandages across the girl's body were hiding,
but what struck her most was the intense sadness in her eyes. "What's...
what's your name?" Lily asked, and the girl looked up at the ceiling
again. "I don't know".
Chapter 14: Deadlines
"Huh..." Lily blinked - how could she not know her own name?
"Do you belong to the company?" the girl now asked, and Lily
shook her head, wondering if perhaps the girl just wasn't comfortable
sharing her name with her. "No, I'm just miss Weston's... toy.
I get to sit around all day watching television to entertain her...
she feeds me... bathes me..." "Sounds nice" the girl
whispered, but Lily laughed morosely. "Yeah, it's a thrill ride.
She made me like this so I couldn't escape... humiliates me by treating
me like her baby..." The girl didn't respond. "So what does
she want with you anyway?" The girl turned her head again, smiling
apologetically. "She's keeping me safe". "From what?"
Lily automatically blurted out, her curiosity getting the better of
her now. "From having to kill people". Lily started a giggle,
thinking the girl was finally loosening up a bit, but her expression
was as serious as before. "W-what, you mean... seriously...?"
The girl simply nodded; more and more, Lily hoped this really was just
a joke, but... "You s-seriously kill people... for miss Weston's
company?" "I'm good at it. They made me good at it".
The girl sounded frighteningly resolute, and Lily lay in silence for
a moment. "Did they send you to kill miss Weston?" "She
is important to you, isn't she?" the girl answered; Lily huffed.
"Yes or no?" "She's still alive, so..." the girl
sighed. "If they told you to kill her... would you have done it?"
The girl glanced at her with a short smile, then shook her head. "Not
anymore".
"Why not? What... changed?" Lily asked, squirming upright
in bed; she felt kind of stupid worrying about her own problems when
facing a girl speaking so casually of being a killer, fresh from life-altering
surgey. "I'd... rather not talk about it". "Yeah, enough
questions I guess, right". Lily blushed - she knew what the girl
was going through, and yet she couldn't stop herself grilling her for
answers... "I don't mind. I'm just not used to someone being...
interested in me". Lily perked up, one question still burning on
her lips. "Hey... so they never gave you a name?" "No,"
the girl briskly replied, "but they sometimes gave me cover names...
and I always got the names of those I was supposed to-". "Which
name did you like most?" Lily interrupted, trying to avoid more
talk of murder; the girl gave her a confused glance. "What do you
mean, 'like'?" "You're free now, right? So you need a name.
Which name did you like most?" The girl lay silently, and after
a while Lily feared she had pushed her too hard, lying back on the bed
again. "Iris..." the girl whispered, her voice thick with
emotion now, and Lily was surprised to see tears rolling down her face.
"I like it" she smiled comfortingly. "I won't be able
to shake your hand or nothing... but it's nice to meet you, Iris, I'm
Lily".
---
Nathalie looked up from her lab computer as she heard more retching
sounds in the back; Rose obviously didn't approve of being that up close
to the blood and gore she was forced to clean up. "Just keep your
eyes closed like I told you" she suggested again, logging in to
the system. There it was - Jennifer Tanaka's e-mail; she knew she could
rely on her. "Hello N. Z voluntarily resigned from position. Assigned
to 'Ophelia' branch, has not accessed company network since. Don't reply
to this. JT". Nathalie sat back in frustration. No access to the
network meant she was being kept from using it... or that she was dead.
Assuming 'Ophelia' referred to the subdivision the grey-haired lady
was in charge of, which seemed logical enough considering the woman
had indicated she was behind Zeller's reassignment, at least that part
was clear. But she still had only vague ideas as to why Zeller was reassigned,
and this information shed no new light on that; what was worse, Jennifer
seemed to be cautious of their communication now - the last she was
interested in was getting the woman into trouble. She sighed, almost
hoping for the rubber-clad slave girl to appear on her steps soon -
another audience would at least offer her a chance to get some more
answers. But the grey-haired Executive seemed to be pushing the mysterious
girl's treatment with curious haste, knew the recovery rate after amputation
was as miraculously short as she could make it, and she still had no
idea what else the woman would be needing her for...
As Nathalie rested Lily into her crib that night, the rain outside lashing
against the windows, she found the girl was still avoiding her eyes.
"So... is this just you being jealous again?" At least Lily
looked up at her now, but Nathalie wasn't pleased with the look she
was given. "This is about you and me, Nathalie. This is about trust".
Nathalie felt irritated; she had a rough day, and wanted Lily to get
to the damn point already. "I heard you talking to that Sylvana
woman this morning. Is it true? Have you been using this Euphoria stuff
to keep me under?" Nathalie closed her eyes - finally Lily's demeanor
made sense. "Do you suspect I am?" she countered, but Lily
scoffed. "Yes or no?" "You're right Lily, this is
about trust, that's why you shouldn't need an answer. Hate me
all you want, it won't change anything; just don't bother me with it
until this project is over". "You need to keep Iris safe,
I know". Iris... was that the girl's name? "Not just her.
I have a feeling things are going to get complicated soon". She
knew what she was risking, but couldn't trust the company to do as they
pleased with the girl anymore, not with the likes of Sylvana in charge
there. This... Iris was too much like herself - a tool abused at gunpoint
by the company. "Well... fine. I know you think I'm pretty worthless
as a person, but she... she deserves better". Nathalie smiled thinly,
wondering if Lily was genuinely putting her selfish feelings aside on
this. "She can sleep in my crib with me" Lily added with a
blush. "You don't trust me with her in my bed?" "No"
Lily snipped resolutely, and Nathalie smirked - Lily could be upset
with her all she wanted, as long as she did her part to make Iris feel
welcome. "Fine" she yawned, reminding her of how exhausted
she was. Tomorrow was going to be difficult one way or another.
---
For the fourth time that night, Iris startled awake next to her again.
"S-sorry..." the girl whispered, and Lily smiled. "Bad
dreams?" Iris' restless slumber had been keeping her awake, and
she had just been watching the girl try to sleep, a glint of tears on
her cheeks, reflecting the dim moonlight filtering through the parting
clouds outside. Her bandages had come off, and while there was still
some evidence of whatever wounds had been underneath them, the girl's
skin and features now appeared as delicate and beautiful as her face.
"Hey..." Lily whispered warmly, "I bet I can help you
sleep better..." She nudged over next to the girl, giving her a
kiss on her soft cheek, but Iris didn't show much enthusiasm. "What
are you doing?" she inquired as Lily persevered, slowly kissing
down to her neck. "I thought... we could... have sex" she
grinned inbetween kisses. "You're free to use me... but I don't
see how that'd work" Iris sighed, closing her eyes. "Mmm?
What do you mean?" Lily asked, slightly confused now. "You
have nothing to penetrate me with, and no fingers to pleasure yourself".
Lily lay back with a frustrated grunt, her diaper crinkling underneath
her. "Never mind, if you don't want to..." "It's okay,
Lily. I know I'm not that attractive, my breasts are too small compared
to yours, I have ugly scars, but if you can use-" "Sex isn't
about using someone else" Lily interrupted, then it dawned
on her; for Iris, that was all sex had ever been. This girl had been
a puppet, a toy all her life. "What is it about, then?" Iris
murmured, and Lily shuffled back to her. "Let me show you".
Iris didn't even realize how beautiful she was. Just thinking about
men and women sexually abusing her filled Lily with pity, and when she
kissed Iris' trembling lips, feeling no familiarity from them, she knew
for certain that the Asian girl had never been... loved. But even those
virgin lips learned fast; and she could feel Iris' warm blush, her sweet
fragrance intoxicating her. Using what strength her leg stumps could
offer, she pushed herself up against the girl, then lowered herself
onto her petite breasts, tenderly lapping at the soft skin around her
nipples, taking her time to warm the girl up. "T-that feels...
strange" Iris smiled, but her breath was becoming more shallow
already, and Lily playfully took a pert nipple between her lips, giving
it a tender suckle before rolling her tongue around it. Iris moaned
quietly, arching her back to offer Lily her other breast, and Lily doubled
her efforts, tending to every sensitive spot she could reach. "I...
this is weird," Iris panted, and Lily looked up with a smile. "Are
you getting hot and wet in your diaper?" Iris nodded shakily, and
kissing her lips again, Lily struggled on top of the girl, positioning
her leg stump against the crinkling padding snugly packed around the
girl's crotch. "Ahhh... it's sensitive" Iris whispered as
she broke off her kiss, and Lily nodded in response, grinding her body
against the girl as much as she could muster. Even she was getting wet
now... her ample breasts pressed against Iris' small mounds, kissing
the girl's neck and shoulder, the short, audible pants from the girl
grew more and more hoarse. "This feels... what's happening, I...
ohh..." Iris gasped, her eyes wide as she stared at Lily, delirious,
almost frightened. "Give in to it" she encouraged, and Iris
nodded, squirming more and more underneath her until with a sharp breath
she could feel her spasm, the girl closing her eyes in pleasure. "So...
so that's..." she panted after recovering; Lily kissed her again,
finding the lips fully responsive now. "...Only the start"
she finished Iris' sentence, kissing down towards the girl's healed-over
shoulder.
---
Hanging back in her prosthetics, parked at a medium distance from the
breakfast table, Rose watched Nathalie feed Lily and that weird new
girl from the baby bottles her hands had prepared earlier - she still
hadn't gotten entirely used to waking up to her own limbs lifting her
out of bed, washing her, dressing her, moving her to the kitchen area
below to prepare breakfast... At least that Jennifer woman had been
nice enough to make it so her robo-hands fingered her pussy before washing
now; for the second morning, she had cum so hard... and hoped Nathalie
would never find out about it. Hearing the slurping sounds from the
two girls she closed her eyes in frustration - her tits felt so full
of milk already, milk Lily normally drank for breakfast, but that new
girl apparently changed the schedule or something... She hoped Nathalie
would at least command her to milk herself before she started leaking
into her uniform... she sighed, blushing as she realized doing it herself
would leave her poor pussy hotter and wetter than when Lily suckled...
Why couldn't Nathalie just fuck her more? Being turned into a sex robot
maid or something was one thing, but all the teasing and not letting
her cum was just so... so... mean. She sighed warmly as a repeating
buzzing started at her crotch, but she was once again disappointed by
her hands lifting Nathalie's cell phone from her apron, stepping forward
to offer the still buzzing device to her. Nathalie accepted the phone,
walking into the back room for privacy, but her side of the conversation
was still audible. Rose didn't focus on it, hoping to at least attract
Lily's attention to remind her she still needed to be milked, but that
dumb baby only seemed to have eyes for the new girl...
---
"This is Ophelia - have you completed your assignment, Nathalie?"
Ophelia - so the voice matched that name after all. "The amputation
was completed successfully, miss. Her stumps are healing over nicely
- I took the liberty of patching up her badly damaged torso as well,
but that might take some more time to recover". "Oh dear,
I wasn't aware she was hurt so severely. You must understand though
that your assignment was to help neutralize her - the girl is traumatized,
and while I'm grateful for your thorough efforts, we would like to help
her mental recovery along as soon as possible". Miss Ophelia certainly
sounded nice enough, but that was making Nathalie all the more suspicious.
"She's actually a pretty strong girl, miss. She's getting along
quite well with my friend Lily, and-" "She speaks?" Ophelia
interrupted her, and Nathalie caution rose further. "That's simply
wonderful news, Nathalie. That poor girl has suffered through
so much for us, I'm glad to hear she's doing well". It sounded
strangely sincere from one of the three women who had basically bred
this girl to be one of their assassins. "Miss Ophelia, I was wondering,
since the girl retired from her... job, we'd be more than happy to take
her in - she'll need a place to stay anyway, right?" This was the
point where Ophelia wouldn't be able to sweet talk her any longer, and
Nathalie was curious to hear which excuses or motivations she'd choose
to turn her offer down. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, Nathalie.
I'll send Sylvana over to check up on her, and you two can work out
the details between yourselves - I know you're not fond of eachother,
but since Sylvana has invested so much of her time in the girl, it wouldn't
be right to just ignore her in this decision. Don't worry, I'll let
her know about our plan. Take care, Nathalie dear".
Nathalie disconnected the call with mixed feelings. As wary as she
was of this Ophelia's intentions, part of her wanted to believe her,
believe that she could continue a quiet life with her girls after this
job was over. "So? She can stay, right?" Lily asked as she
returned to the living area, and sliding her phone back into Rose's
apron, Nathalie sighed. "I'm not sure. It seems like it".
Sylvana would be a bitter pill to take, even if Ophelia had been honest
about supporting her suggestion. "Wow, you sure sound happy about
it" Lily scoffed; Iris remained quiet. "I'm not in the mood
for your sarcasm, Lily. I don't trust the company to let her go so easily,
that's all". "Ofcourse not, you don't trust anybody,
do you. Everyone has to be plotting something-" "I said that's
enough," Nathalie hissed, "one more word and I'll strap
a pacifier gag into your mouth and instruct Rose not to change your
diaper until this is over". Lily shrunk back in fright, but the
sad disappointment on Iris' face hurt Nathalie even more. She hadn't
meant to be that aggressive... closing her eyes, wondering if she'd
ever be able to just feel at home in this new place. At least she understood
why despite her best efforts it had been so difficult to relax: the
villa, the lab... it had been too generous a gift. Nothing came without
its price. But if the price was living in constant anxiety, seeing shadows
where there were none, even alienating those she was trying to protect...
---
Sylvana shielded her eyes from the bright welding spark ahead as she
entered the cluttered workshop, the scent of burnt plastic and grease
heavy in the air. "Finally working hard, miss Tanaka?!" she
called out over the noise, and it was enough to get the mousy Asian's
attention, resting her torch on the workbench and lifting her welding
mask. "Miss Mirkovic" the woman stammered, extending her hand;
Sylvana gave the greasy, synthetic fingers a disdainful glance, then
walked over to the mechanical arm on the table. "I take it you're
putting in extra hours to make up for your absence?" "I apologize...
I am working as fast as I can, but..." the woman sputtered. "Where
exactly were you yesterday morning? We would've expected you to be a
little more... motivated to get to work on this". "Oh, I am
very honored to be offered this project miss Mirkovic... so much
so that... it shames me to say, I felt unwell, and..." Sylvana
rolled her eyes - lab geeks were so goddamn pitiful. "When will
they be ready?" "W-well, improving the structural rigidity
and implementing the weapon mechanics should be done soon, but properly
reinforced casing, movement and failsafe programming and testing would
take another week, so-" "You don't have a week, miss
Tanaka" Sylvana bit, approaching the woman menacingly. "You
have one day to get a working prototype combat-ready". "B-but
that..." "Stop bawling," Sylvana sneered, "My boss
gave you this assignment so you could prove your worth. Disappoint her,
and you'll just prove that a one-armed gimp like yourself doesn't deserve
a place at this research facility". "I... I understand"
Tanaka sighed, but Sylvana was distracted by the vibrating cell phone
in her pocket. "Clock's ticking... I'll be back later" she
smirked, then left the workshop to answer the call in private.
"Miss Ophelia - I just informed miss Tanaka of her new schedule".
"Wonderful, wonderful - Miss Weston appears to be done on her side
already. There is a small complication, however... she seems to be growing
quite fond of your project, so I would appreciate it if you could go
pick it up before she gets even more attached to it". "What
if she refuses to cooperate again?" "Mmm... that would be
disappointing, wouldn't it. I'm certain you can convince her of our
good intentions, but incase she has more questions, feel free to bring
her over so we can all sit down for a nice chat. Make me proud, my lovely
Sylvana". "I won't fail you, miss Ophelia". With a vicious
smile she pocketed her phone, quickly inspecting her business suit -
she'd better slip into something more comfortable... and bring her toys,
just incase Weston would refuse to cooperate. Her assassin slave
hadn't turned on Nathalie like she'd hoped, even warmed up to her if
miss Ophelia's words were anything to go by... after all that, it would
be sorely disappointing to her if Nathalie gave the girl up without
a fight...
Chapter 15: Preparations
"No further discomfort from the healed surfaces?" Nathalie
inquired as she ran her hands across Iris' back, the girl entirely undressed
again. Lily was leering at her from the couch opposite of the living
area, but remained conveniently silenced by the pacifier she forced
her to suckle on; while she could understand her reasons for being upset,
she simply couldn't afford to let that issue distract her. "Breast
tissue feeling okay?" she continued, gingerly turning Iris onto
her back again; the burn marks were mostly gone, but she could still
see the darker, rougher patches where they had been. "M-mostly,
yes" Iris sighed warmly; the girl seemed sensitive, her body warming
up to her touch - which was fortunate, as it would help her examination.
"If it turns out you can stay here longer, I should be able to
finish the job - how have your privates recovered? Any pain?" Iris
shook her head, and Nathalie gave Lily a quick glance to confirm the
pair of angry eyes she felt burning into her back. "Did you two
have sex during the night?" she asked bluntly, starting an effective
massage on Iris' slit to get her wet enough for an internal examination.
"Yes, we did" Iris whispered; Nathalie didn't need the confirmation,
Lily's and Iris' matching blushes that morning were evidence enough.
Iris stifled a moan as Nathalie's fingers finally entered, feeling around
inside the girl's hot canal; while it had been appalling to find she
was even damaged there, at least the tissue had regenerated well enough...
Feeling the girl squirm around her fingers, she wondered just how long
Lily and her had been going at it to leave her this sensitive. She was
startled when the doorbell suddenly rang; surely Ophelia wouldn't have
sent Sylvana over at such short notice already? "Open the front
door, and return" she commanded Rose, hoping Sylvana would simply
take her offer - she hadn't had time to prepare for any eventualities...
---
Sylvana impatiently waited outside the villa doors, checking behind
her to make sure the car was waiting, then refastened her long ponytail.
Such a posh house for a measly scientist... the door was opened for
her, and she spotted Rosemary McTerney walking back already; carefully
pushing the door open even further, she stepped inside, following the
amputated maid through a door into a spacious set of rooms. Lydia Brooks,
diapered, sucking a pacifier, lying on the couch. Miss McTerney, now
waiting at the side of the room. Nathalie Weston... helping her target
into a pair of cotton panties. "Hello, Sylvana. You're looking
flashy today" Nathalie forcibly smiled at her, looking up from
the girl. "You like?" Sylvana purred, sliding her hands across
the tight, black leather bodysuit she had chosen to wear, approaching
more cautiously now. "Please have a seat - miss Ophelia thinks
it's best if we talk". "Oh, there's no need for that,"
Sylvana smiled, "the faster we get this over with the better".
Nathalie began pulling a grey T-shirt over the girl's torso, and Sylvana
bit her lip as she caught a last glimpse of the smooth skin which had
been marred with scars and burns before - the recovery was certainly
impressive enough. "So you're okay with Iris staying here, I take
it?" Ohh... she gave her toy a name. Another big mistake.
Nathalie was tense; she had every reason to be, and Sylvana relished
it as she stepped even closer. "I'm afraid that's not going to
happen..."
Ah, that worried expression on Nathalie's face was simply marvellous.
She was going to be stubborn about this, Sylvana just knew it. A quick
call to miss Ophelia would probably be enough to convince Nathalie to
give up the girl for the time being. But that wouldn't be any fun. That
wouldn't satisfy her at all - Nathalie Weston had a reputation for violence
when threatened, and violence fascinated her. "I was instructed
to take the girl back to the company so we can gear her up for her next
kill - perhaps miss Ophelia lied to you?" she responded with mocking
indignation, trying to withhold her grin as her toy's eyes narrowed
and Nathalie's eyes widened. "There must be some kind of misunderstanding...
can you please call-" Nathalie spoke swiftly, boldly stepping forward
to block her way to the girl, but Sylvana laughed right into her face.
"No misunderstanding, kuja. Such a tool you are - now get
out of my way". There it was, that different look in the woman's
eyes, followed almost instantly by a swift lunge by Nathalie, a needle
glinting in her hand; Sylvana grabbed the woman's wrist in a flash,
roughly pulled it down and thrust her knee full into her abdomen. "Now
now, not so fast" she grinned, the syringe shattering on the floor.
"Rose, g-" Nathalie stammered, seeming confused by the sudden
pain, but she wasn't done with her, not by a long shot. Another stomp
was enough to silence her, sending the woman reeling to the floor. "You're
weak" she spat, kicking down on Nathalie's shins with her
boot. "R-Rose... grab Sylvana" Nathalie wheezed, and Sylvana
angrily kicked her again before turning around to face the maid.
"Stop it! Leave her alone!!" she heard Lydia scream; it distracted
her enough to allow the maid to clasp her arm with her cold carbon fiber
grip. Nathalie stumbled up on her feet, limping towards the door. "Really
now" Sylvana laughed, grabbing the prosthetic holding her and pulled
with such force that the right arm came straight off, clattering along
the floor as she threw it. The other hand's grip faltered, and spinning
around, Sylvana sent her heel crashing into the maid's synthetic leg,
then roughly forced the now one-armed and one-legged girl to the floor.
She calmly followed the limping Nathalie, who supported herself on the
couch, desperately trying to escape the room. "C'mon, stop struggling
already". She uncoiled her favorite toy, a long leather whip, from
the holster on her back. "Look out!!" Lydia screamed - music
to her ears, as was the agonizing cry escaping Nathalie's lips as the
heavy leather snapped around her neck. "Down on the floor... just
like an animal" Sylvana hissed, yanking the whip with full force,
choking Nathalie as she was pulled to the ground again. "Perhaps
I'll train you as my dog as well" she mused, giggling at Nathalie
futilely scratching at the leather coil around her throat. "And
you'll finally know your place". With a swift motion, she stabbed
one of her own syringes into Nathalie's shoulder blade, watching the
struggling woman slump through her limbs moments later. "I thought
I'd enjoy this more... ah well".
---
Wheezing, Nathalie lay on the floor in fright. She couldn't move her
legs, couldn't move her arms - it had to be the Yellow Breaker drug,
causing paralysis from the neck down, and the pain she felt almost wished
Sylvana had injected her with sedative instead. Why didn't she prepare
for this? Why did she let Lily cloud her reason with naive hope that
things would turn out well? "Such a shame... you worked so hard
to heal my little toy here, and now I'll have to start whipping her
all over to retrain her obedience". "W-what do you still want
from her," she croaked, "she's useless to you now". "Not
quite!" Sylvana grinned, but shrunk back when Iris stirred on the
table. "This girl was useless to us when she refused to
do her job. But you were kind enough to demonstrate exactly how we could
force her to do our bidding again - even as we speak, the same woman
who made those 4X-AT's or whatever is constructing a whole new and improved
set". Jennifer... why didn't she even think of that? Ophelia had
asked her so many questions about Rose, and she never even considered...
"There... that should keep you quiet" she heard Sylvana whisper,
and a moment later, the woman lifted the immobilized Iris under her
arm. "I'll be right back... don't go anywhere" Sylvana smiled
wickedly, carrying Iris out. "You can't let them do this"
she heard Lily cry, and she miserably watched Rose getting dragged along
the floor by her prosthetics, still trying to complete their order.
"S-stop" she hissed, and Rose gave her a thankful glance as
they came to rest. She didn't have much time... "Rose, Lily has
full access to you. Okay? Lily gets full access". The girl nodded
stupidly, thinking Nathalie had been talking to her; she couldn't even
turn her head to look Lily in her eyes, but it'd have to do. "Lily...
call Jennifer... she needs to hear-" Footsteps approached from
the entrance hall, and Nathalie lay silent, ignoring the pain when Sylvana
roughly yanked her up, half-dragging her along outside.
---
Lily lay shivering on the couch as she heard a car drive off outside;
she was alone with Rose now, who lay motionless on the floor ahead of
her. Nathalie had been right about the company, but it just made her
more upset; what good had Nathalie's promise to protect her, to protect
Iris been...
She had wet herself in fright as Sylvana had stood over her before departing,
and perhaps the joy that caused the woman had kept her from injecting
her as well. Sylvana seemed satisfied to just leave them there like
that, Rose crippled beyond motion, herself a helpless baby in a wet
diaper, but Lily was nonetheless terrified the company would send someone
over to 'clean up' after her or something. Call Jennifer... what a useless
request, how was she supposed to... Lily stirred, slowly understanding
why Nathalie specifically gave her access to command Rose. Preparing
herself mentally, she let herself roll off the couch, the thud on the
carpet not as bad as she imagined it would be. Now came the hard part
- worming her way over to Rose. She panted, her long hair sticking to
her sweaty forehead as she inched forward, trying to ignore the squishing
of her diaper with every move. Finally she reached the broken maid,
supporting herself against the girl's torso. "R-Rose," she
panted, "I need the phone". Rose didn't stir, and for a moment
Lily's heart sank, but she couldn't give up so easily. "Take out
phone" she tried, and that had effect; Rose's remaining arm veered
to the apron, clasping the phone. "Show me the phone". The
display was brought before her, Rose's fingers on the buttons. "Push
menu". It worked, it actually worked. "Push Down. Push Confirm".
The address list. Mrs. Zeller, Jennifer Tanaka, but a whole list of
other numbers too, including emergency services. It suddenly dawned
on Lily that this was her chance to escape the mad woman and the evil
company, to save herself, and would possibly be the only chance she'd
get...
---
Dim light. Nathalie slowly stirred awake, vaguely recalling her torment
at the hands of Sylvana. Dressed in a thin, skin-tight black rubber
suit, a heavy gag choking her down, it was clear what Sylvana had in
store for her - a taste of her own medicine, in a sense, as the woman
had liberally injected her nipples, labia and even her clit with the
Red Mist drug to teach her a lesson. It had its effect - even just after
waking up, she could still feel her hot pussy drooling into its tight
rubber prison, her nipples aching for attention. Struggling against
the restraints keeping her arms locked behind her back, she was surprised
to feel a soft hand caressing her. "You're awake... finally".
Nathalie sighed with relief around her gag; Mrs. Zeller was still alive.
"I'm sorry you had to get involved in this, dear, I know you hate
politics". Nathalie nodded weakly, letting Zeller pull her into
a maternal embrace as she unclasped the gag mask behind her head; she
seemed well enough, dressed in her regular business suit - perhaps she
was off-limits to Sylvana somehow. "Miss Mirkovic injected you,
didn't she?" Zeller informed, and Nathalie nodded with a blush,
shortly working her cramped jaws. "Bear with it for the time being;
by tomorrow, all this should be over, one way or the other..."
"Care to elaborate?" she asked, the woman's voice not half
as confident as she wished it to be - just what was planned for tomorrow?"
The door to their chamber was opened, revealing the pert frame of miss
Ophelia, again clad in a beautiful long black dress, smiling at them
from outside. "Hello Ada, Nathalie. I thought I'd drop by for a
little chat".
She walked inside, closing the door behind her. "First, my apologies
for bringing you in like this, Nathalie. You'll have to excuse Sylvana's
treatment - it's really better not to scorn Serbian women, as you may
now realize". "Would it be possible to get some counter agents
to return some dignity to miss Weston?" Zeller asked, but Ophelia
slowly shook her head; Nathalie decided to keep quiet and hear what
the woman had to say. "There's no need for that... besides, her
aroused blush looks good on her. We mature women can be just as attractive
as those girls, can't we?" she smiled, lifting Nathalie's chin
with her finger. "You've been such an inspiration, Nathalie...
I'm not just talking about copying your solution for Rosemary McTerney
to fit that girl - Iris I think your friend named her - with similar
prosthetics. You see, just like you did a month ago, I too have people
frustrating my work, and you showed me it's possible to just get rid
of such problems". She took a seat, resting her hands in her lap
with a satisfied smile. "Ada here would've been in the way of my
plans - she does her job too well sometimes, you know - but I
didn't want to get rid of her ofcourse; her recruiting and communication
have always been spot-on, evident by her procurement of such talents
as yourself, and after this is over she'll be back at her old position
in no time, don't worry. She doesn't really approve of what I'm planning...
but at least she had the sensibility not to intervene". Nathalie
gave the grey-haired woman a calculating stare; as kind as her words
were, she realized this woman was all business. "Anyway, tomorrow
the original designer of the 4X-AP's will have the new model ready...
and I wanted to inform you two that you're both invited to watch the
demonstration - it simply wouldn't have been possible to prepare any
of it without you".
After Ophelia left, Zeller gave Nathalie a comforting rub on her back.
"How are you holding up? You seemed oddly quiet". "I'm
horny" Nathalie forced a smile; the red mist Sylvana had injected
with still kept her body hostage, and she had to focus to keep it from
taking over her mind as well. "It's better if I don't help you
with that, I'd only worsen the long-term effects" Zeller apologized,
and Nathalie smirked. "Ophelia is planning to assassinate the other
two Executives, isn't she. Long-term effects are the least of my concerns".
"She doesn't want you dead, don't worry" Zeller gently brushed
her hand across her hair; Nathalie squirmed in her restraints, wishing
Zeller would stroke further down. "I don't think her infatuation
with me will protect Lily, Rose, or the assassin girl". "But
do you care enough about them to give up on your research, Nathalie?
While I'm not particularly thrilled with Ophelia obtaining full control
over the company, your inventions are more likely to be developed into
real-world applications with her in charge - sacrificing them could
save the lives you always intended to-". "This isn't about
my research, Mrs. Zeller. I can't stand someone like her holding their
life in her hands, when they should be in mine. If she harms Lily, Rose
or the assassin girl, I will kill her". "You wouldn't survive
the attempt," Zeller smiled sadly, "but you know that, and
that scares me". "Whatever happens, you can understand I'm
not too concerned about long-term effects, so... if you would be so
kind as to indulge my chemically-induced desires..." Mrs. Zeller
nodded, hugging her closer to her, then slid her warm fingers down Nathalie's
body, her right hand trailing all the way inbetween her legs, and Nathalie
closed her eyes with a thoughtful sigh.
---
Sylvana cautiously entered Tanaka's workshop, barely illuminated by
the ever-changing green glow of a laptop screen. Flipping the light
switch, she saw the woman lying in a corner, her head resting on her
bundled-up lab coat, the hideous bare metal of her fake arm reflecting
the flickering TL bulbs above. Sylvana crouched down, wrapped her fingers
around a more solid piece of the prosthetic and violently shook it,
Tanaka screaming awake in pain, clutching her arm with shivering fingers.
"No sleeping during the day, gimp" Sylvana smirked, somewhat
disappointed the arm hadn't popped off like with Nathalie's puppet.
"Are they finished?" she inquired, walking over to the four
silver-colored limbs and back brace on the table, each connected to
the laptop with a bundle of wires. She heard Tanaka sob behind her,
and sighed - there was no point to hurt the already complacent Asian
woman... Ophelia had declared Nathalie Weston off-limits to her for
the time being, and she realized she was just taking out the frustration
that caused her out on Tanaka instead. "Well?" she asked somewhat
more softly now, and Tanaka swallowed down her pain, nodding grimly.
"Good work. Help me disconnect and carry these, and bring whatever
else you need for further assembly and configuration". Perhaps
after tomorrow Ophelia would let her play around with Weston again -
she had so many ideas to show that woman what real domination
was all about...
Chapter 16: Sacrifices
"Well... it shouldn't be long now. If there are any last things
you want to ask me, now would be the time" Mrs. Zeller spoke up
as Nathalie rose from the bench, stretching her painful neck muscles.
"Yeah, I've given it a lot of thought, and I'd like to ask three
questions... first, what's so important about today to make Ophelia
rush things like she did?" "Ophelia fears for her position
as an Executive. Tonight will be the last meeting in a while that all
three of them will attend in person; after that, the Executives are
to oversee affairs at different branches located around the world".
"So she regards this as her last chance... okay. Second question:
I can't figure out why she got Jennifer and myself to prepare Iris for
her. What is so special about those new prosthetics?" "To
answer that, I think it's sufficient to explain the elevators to the
highest level are secured with highly sophisticated scanning equipment
to ensure no weapons or even toxins can be taken up". But prosthetics,
like a walking cane, wouldn't be denied... and no scanning equipment
could discern combat-grade prosthetics from regular utility models.
"Yeah, I think I get it. Iris will be her concealed weapon. The
last question... I need to know if I can trust you. What exactly did
you gain with your sacrifice to voluntarily step out of Ophelia's way
when she set her plan in motion?" For a moment, only the light
raindrops on the windows could be heard in the chamber. "You can't
afford to trust anyone for now, Nathalie, so my answer to that will
have to wait. I can hear Sylvana approaching".
---
"Please attempt moving the fingers" Jennifer requested, monitoring
the diagnostics on her laptop. Synchronization between the prosthetic
elements seemed stable enough, but she had to fight to keep her eyes
focused; working feverishly around the clock had left her exhausted.
"Are they not working?" Iris was sitting up on a make-shift
table, clad in white rubber and gag, just like miss Ophelia's handmaiden;
she had a blank, tired stare, and Jennifer felt terrible about what
she was doing to the amputated girl. But she had no choice. "I
understand this is difficult for you, but I must ask you to trust me-"
she explained, distracted by sudden peaks in the diagnostic charts.
Iris' arms stretched out, bending slightly as the girl inspected her
new limbs with disgust. "Please, you must-" Jennifer whispered
again, moving to comfort Iris, but jumped back when the two sharpened
blades sprung forth from their covert holsters in the sides of the arms.
They worked perfectly... Jennifer couldn't help feeling proud of her
creation, before considering what the blades represented to the poor
girl. The tears in Iris' eyes broke her heart, but there was simply
no other way... Suddenly Iris opened her arms, aiming her hands inward,
and Jennifer stood in shock as she realized what the girl was doing.
"Stop - you should never...!!" With a lightning-swift motion,
Iris plunged her hands inwards. Jennifer hurriedly approached, her heart
pounding as she saw Iris struggle inside the prosthetics; the blades
had stopped at less than an inch from the girl's rubber-clad flesh.
Her fail-safe had kicked in... "Well, that was awkward, wasn't
it" she heard a sugar-sweet voice behind her, and she spun around
nervously. "M-miss Ophelia, I don't understand w-why..." "It's
not your job to worry about that, Jennifer" Ophelia smiled. "You've
done excellent work. Please deactivate her for a moment so we can safely
administer the Black Heart medication..." Jennifer complied with
a few swift keystrokes, the prosthetics automatically returning to a
neutral position before shutting down, and Ophelia approached, carrying
a syringe filled with a deep black liquid. "Perhaps it's best if
you do it for me..." Ophelia offered the syringe, and with a trembling
hand, Jennifer took it, unable to look Iris into her eyes as she placed
the needle on the girl's neck.
---
"Or maybe I could pluck your teeth out... rip off your arms and
legs and keep you as my living toilet, hmm?" Sylvana whispered
into Nathalie's ear, but she could only smirk at the woman's efforts
to intimidate her - in the end, Sylvana was just another tool, entertaining
sad delusions of being something more. The blonde woman had directed
Zeller and her over to Ophelia's private lounge, seeming oddly bare
and clinical for a place of relaxation. Heavy wind and rain lashed against
the diagonal window panes above them, dark clouds drifting swiftly past;
it seemed fittingly ominous for whatever 'demonstration' Ophelia had
planned for them. "Let it rest, Sylvana. Now is not the time for
that" Zeller spoke behind her, and Nathalie was thankful for Sylvana
finally backing off, visibly irritated by her refusal to indulge her
intimidation. It was a shame Sylvana was insane - she filled her black
leather outfit in an extremely appealing way, and would easily be beautiful
if she didn't insist on wearing such harsh make-up, further signs of
her inner insecurity. Just when the delay was starting to annoy Nathalie,
the wide hallway doors swung open, Miss Ophelia marching in first, dramatically
presenting Iris behind her. Nathalie gnashed her teeth as she saw the
girl walk - her breathing was labored and erratic under the white rubber,
and her eyes were wild yet vacant. "Well, what do you think of
my new handmaiden, Nathalie? 'Iris' seems like a beautiful enough name
for her..." Ophelia smiled; following closely behind Iris, Ophelia's
old slave, the girl in white rubber, seated herself at her mistress'
legs, looking up at her in aroused confusion. Like a shadow, Jennifer
Tanaka slipped in last, and after a swift gesture from Ophelia she scuffled
towards Mrs. Zeller. "What was wrong with your old handmaiden?
Your new one looks broken".
"Ha ha, yes, she does... but miss Tanaka there fixed her up nicely.
She's better than my old one now, allow me to demonstrate: Iris, please
kill this girl". Ophelia calmly pointed down to the girl in white
rubber. In one fluid motion, Iris turned around and jumped at the slave
girl, her right hand blade piercing the neck with an audible crunch,
then pulled out to let the blood flow. The girl still looked up in admiration,
and Ophelia shortly stroked her hair before she let the girl slump down
on her side. "Sylvana, a towel please". Nathalie glanced at
Jennifer, who clutched her mouth in horror as she beheld the scene before
her. "So?" Ophelia smiled, wiping off the blood from Iris'
arms and torso. "What do you think?" Nathalie quickly looked
back at Mrs. Zeller, who gave her a sad smile before casting down her
eyes. "I think I'm going to kill you" Nathalie replied, facing
Ophelia again. "Oh... do you mind if I ask why?" "I promised
Iris she wouldn't need to kill anyone anymore. You just broke that promise".
"You could've just told me about that" Ophelia laughed
quietly. "But I'm glad your dealings with Iris revived your spirit
again... you just seemed too content living alone in that house, no
more kidnappings, no more mutilations, no more exciting experiments...
you even parted with your masterpiece Deborah without a second thought...
but that fire in your eyes, that powerful will, that is what
I wanted from you. But I suppose you're serious about killing me..."
"Yeah. Especially after what you just told me, I can't stand people
messing with my life". "That's really unfortunate... you know,
I do believe you, so I guess we have a bit of a problem between us".
Nathalie stepped forward, smiling inwardly when she saw the surprise
on Sylvana's face. "What a shame... ah well. Iris, kill Nathalie
Weston".
Nathalie closed her eyes as she saw Iris veer into action; her sole
hope now vested in Jennifer's meticulous programming. She opened her
eyes to the heavy breathing of Iris inside her mask, struggling inside
her prosthetics, their extended blades locked at a tiny distance from
her neck and abdomen. "Very interesting" she heard Ophelia
mutter. "Care to explain yourself, miss Tanaka?" Nathalie
sighed, looking into Iris' vacant eyes "Forgive me, Iris... you're
going to have to kill one more time" Nathalie softly whispered
to the drugged up girl, then gave Ophelia a challenging glare. "It
should be obvious," Nathalie scoffed, "those prosthetics were
based on the 4X-AP miss Tanaka designed, and recently reconfigured for
my Rose. You should've given her more time to clear the fail-safes I
ordered installed to prevent Rose from harming me". "How annoying"
Ophelia smirked. "Iris, kill Jennifer Tanaka". The girl spun
right and dashed towards Jennifer, who didn't even flinch. "Well,
that figures". Ophelia watched Iris squirm closer to Jennifer,
her almond eyes wide with frustration as the prosthetics once again
failed to complete their fatal strike; Nathalie noted the single, ominous
red pulse inside the limbs and smiled. Jennifer came through. "This
is highly disappointing... I guess I still can't rely on that
girl to do her job. Lovely Sylvana, you've never failed me... get rid
of this miserable experiment for me, dear. And when you're done, kill
miss Weston and Tanaka as well, please? I have a meeting to attend".
Sylvana nodded, walking towards Iris as she brandished her whip; with
a loud crack, leather met prosthetic. "That eager to die first,
Tanaka?" Sylvana bit, her taut whip strangling the scientist's
synthetic arm, shielding Iris from its blow.
---
So even the mousy scientist was trying to protect that girl... Sylvana
gritted her teeth, and sent Tanaka flying towards her with a violent
pull on the whip, the woman crying out in pain. "I should beat
you to death with that plastic-" she started, but wasn't prepared
for Tanaka bracing herself as her arm flew back with unnatural speed,
her whip almost burning her as it shot out of her hand. Tanaka was trembling
on her feet, clutching her shoulder; it was obvious the motions of her
arm were causing her intense pain, yet she still chose to defy her -
perhaps she had misjudged the woman. She thumbed her concealed syringes
thoughtfully - the Green Forest sedative would work the fastest, the
lethal White Serenity would be the safest, but the paralyzing Yellow
Breaker would allow her the pleasure of hearing Tanaka scream as she
ripped off her arm. Too tempting... she slipped the yellow syringe from
its socket; to her amusement, Tanaka actually took a fighting pose of
sorts. "What, are you going to scratch me with your tin fingers?"
she laughed; a swift injection into the woman's arm or neck would work
best... but her smile disappeared when a blade sprung from Tanaka's
arm. When did she have time to build that in? "Do you think you
can even touch me with that" she challenged, watching Tanaka cringe
defensively; this would be over quick. She dashed forward and clasped
the woman's shoulder, swiftly moving her right hand in to administer
the paralyzing agent, but wasn't prepared for Tanaka dodging her in
a graceful spin, though clutching her arm in pain immediately afterwards.
"Stop wasting my time..." Sylvana hissed, but she suddenly
had trouble moving her right arm. "What..." Sylvana muttered
as blood began trickling from a broad line in her biceps, her arm hanging
limply at her side as a sharp pain made itself known. Tanaka cried out
as she stepped forward, swinging the synthetic arm's blade into her
leg, sending her down trembling on her knee, wondering how that blade
could have possibly cut her twice...
"P-please die" Tanaka whispered with a strange smile, and
Sylvana slumped down in confusion. How could this have happened? Worse,
was this frail, shy amputee actually planning to kill her? "Hold
on, Jennifer" Weston suddenly spoke, and her now bloody prosthetic
still trembling in the air, ready for the kill, Tanaka hesitated. "Y-you
don't have the guts to kill me" Sylvana spat bitterly, trying to
stay calm despite her arm being close to severed from her body, her
leg sliced up vertically, and sitting in an expanding pool of her own
blood. "She probably doesn't - she's not a murderer, not like you
or I" Weston spoke, her heels clicking on the floor as she approached.
"No, Nathalie... I designed those arms that Iris killed with,"
Tanaka panted, "this woman made me a killer..." "So
KILL me!!" Sylvana screamed, her vision blurring from her insufferable
pain. "That'd be a waste". Weston interjected. "You can't
die yet... you've given me all those wonderfully cruel and sadistic
ideas on what to do with you, after all... any personal preference?"
Sylvana swallowed, her head spinning as she clumsily felt around for
her syringes with her left hand. "Such a beautiful body... I could
always turn it into a true work of art..." White Serenity would
kill her. Green Forest would merely sedate her. With trembling fingers,
Sylvana took out a syringe, looking up at Weston towering over her.
Why had she underestimated her... "Go on, Sylvana. Take care of
your pain". She had lost. She plunged the green sedative into her
leg, her only hope now resting with miss Ophelia; if she could take
over the company, Weston and Tanaka would be finished, she just had
to survive. At least the pain... was gone now...
---
Ophelia impatiently waited for the blue scanning beams to finish. All
these complications... miss Weston had known about the programming on
the prosthetics, had been toying with her, the suicidal taunts
actually calculated gambles. The doors behind her hissed open, and she
sighed as the scanning process restarted to include the second presence
in the elevator. Even Sylvana had failed her... and now her beautiful,
unreliable Iris had followed her in, all according to the original schedule.
At least the injections ensured obedience from the girl, even if her
prosthetic limbs had stopped her from acting out the commands. With
a slight tremble, the elevator began its ascent. Ten years of her life
went into this company, trying to make a better world, trying to repair
what did not seek to be healed. Their vision was pure, but would never
find recognition, would never find appreciation. The unborn had no voices
to thank them with; the born would never be satisfied with the better
world they had been given, for they were only human after all. But their
suffering could be soothed; with the inventions they kept from this
world so much hurt could be prevented, diseases cured, genetic afflictions
eliminated, ushering a golden age of prosperity until the brutal end.
Without Vishalya and Jamila holding her back, she could make it happen.
Nathalie Weston had inspired her to gamble for that better future; it
was a shame the woman refused to cooperate with her. Even Zeller and
Tanaka denied her... and now she was alone, caught up in her gamble
as one of the stakes. Her weapon standing next to her was part of that
gamble now, there was no telling if it would actually perform its duty
against Vishalya and Jamila. But Miss Weston had risked her life to
get what she wanted. She would do the same.
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"She should be stable now" Zeller spoke as she fastened the
remnants of her jacket around Sylvana's leg. A door hissed open behind
them, and they all rose in silence. With short, unsteady steps, Iris
stepped out of the elevator, covered in blood, dazed, alone. "Jennifer,
take care of her please" Nathalie requested, turning to Mrs. Zeller.
"I need to know what happened up there" Zeller asked, briefly
checking Sylvana's wounds before looking up at Nathalie. "It's
safe to assume Ophelia is dead, killed by her own weapon". "Did
you ask miss Tanaka to reprogram her for you? How did you even know..."
"No, it was old code. A fail-safe mechanism to prevent any instructions
from harming Jennifer herself... I take it she added some further exclusions
to the list". "I received a call from Lily, to explain..."
Jennifer spoke from a distance, and Nathalie nodded with a tired smile.
"After instructed three times to harm one or more of the people
on the list, the mechanism switches into a retaliation mode, and any
further command to inflict harm will prompt the elimination of whoever
issued the order. I'm not certain when the third command was issued..."
"Iris attempted to kill herself... when I fitted her with her prosthetics"
Jennifer explained in a hoarse voice, gently caressing the girl's face.
"Well. It's unlikely the other two Executives were killed, so they
will be needing some immediate answers". "I should be going,
then" Zeller nodded. "I want you to turn this woman over to
me" Nathalie gestured at Sylvana. "To take revenge?"
"Not your concern" Nathalie shrugged. "I'm sorry, I'm
not authorized to make that decision either way" Zeller apologized,
rising up again. "You will be soon. I want your word". Zeller
smiled at her, straightening out her blood-streaked skirt.
"You will become Executive now that Ophelia is gone, correct?"
Nathalie clarified. "If she is indeed dead, that would be
a realistic scenario, yes. Nathalie... I don't mind you taking Sylvana,
she isn't as important to this company as she believes. But I know that
Sylvana has suffered enough in her life already, scarred from the brutal
war in her home country... I will expect mercy for her". "Fair
enough" Nathalie nodded, glancing down at the sedated beauty again.
"Don't be concerned about how the company will respond to this
incident... I will make sure the Executives are informed you and Jennifer
did not willingly take part in Ophelia's plan" Zeller spoke; Nathalie
gave her a thoughtful stare. "Mrs. Zeller... I don't know exactly
how you manipulated Ophelia into staging her failed take-over, and I
suppose it doesn't matter too much at this point anymore. But while
you were able to step down to avoid getting involved with her plan as
it was set in motion, you left us exposed, perhaps even meant
for Jennifer and myself to play our parts in it. I know you well enough
to accept that this needed to happen, that whatever issue existing between
the Executives had to be resolved one way or another, and can only respect
how you manipulated it so either outcome would end up improving your
position. But it leaves you in our debt. I can't speak for Jennifer
in this, but while I personally appreciate all you've done for me, I
can't live in this cage any longer. After things have settled down,
you will allow me to resign. I don't mind performing freelance work
for the company, and our secrets should enforce some practical trust
between eachother, but I shall be free". Zeller nodded to her,
and walked away.
"Lily and Rose should be safe" Jennifer spoke as Nathalie
joined her, injecting the twitching Iris with some of the green sedative
while Jennifer released the last leg prosthetic. "She seems so
innocent..." the woman whispered as she kneeled over Iris, detached
from her prosthetics, breathing softly as the sedative let her rest.
"She is innocent," Nathalie smiled thinly, "and her suffering
should be over now". "I would like to take care of her...
I crafted her prosthetics without hesitation, when-" "You
had no choice, you couldn't know..." Nathalie interrupted, but
Jennifer shook her head. "Even when I was building them I fully
knew what they could be used for, even fantasized about Rose all geared
up - I loved working on them, sharpening the blades, reinforcing the
hinges to deal with the strain of combat, even adjusted my original
design for ease of cleaning up blood and such after Lily called and
told me what they were planning... and only fully realized what I had
done when I first saw Iris. Let me look after her, please. I
owe it to her". "Just come live with us" Nathalie looked
up from the girl, smiling at Jennifer. "Quit your position at the
Biomechanics department, demand a lab of your own and develop whatever
you feel like from now on". "I... I will not quit my position,
Nathalie... I enjoy working there, working with my colleagues, we do
good work..." "But you could still come live with us. The
place is too big for just me anyway, and you could be with Rose as well..."
Jennifer blushed warmly, leaned forward, resting her prosthetic hand
on Nathalie's shoulder and gave her a tender kiss.
Nathalie lay back in the grass, a late autumn wind rushing cold through
the cherry tree above her. As expected, Mrs. Zeller, now known simply
as Ada, had been promoted to Executive, thus returning stability to
the leadership of the company. At her new contract negotiations, Nathalie
had been surprised to find Deborah Rubinsen at the woman's side, wagging
her tail happily when her new mistress petted her long blonde hair.
As promised to Ada she had been merciful to Sylvana, ultimately deciding
on the same treatment Rose received: the prosthetics made for Iris were
refitted and reprogrammed, and after some surgery Sylvana was transformed
into another busty, voiceless amputee maid, forced to take care of the
heavier chores around the house. Rose had become more of a nanny, nursing
both Lily and Iris, and keeping them entertained sexually and recreationally;
even now, she was allowed to slowly pleasure herself while holding up
a book for Iris to read. Jennifer had been working with a team of assistants
Ada assigned to her to develop a high-grade yet low-cost prosthetic
to improve the quality of life for millions of minefield victims around
the world, one of Ada's many benevolent projects at the company... It
had been an interesting angle Ada found that still fit within the Executives'
vision - technology to soothe needless suffering for those already born
into an unfair world; Jennifer's enthusiasm about her work was actually
starting to make her jealous, and she had been considering supervising
small research projects in the Biomedics department of the local branch.
Above all... she was happy now, could finally relax as the villa had
become home to her. "Can we go inside, Nathalie? I'm getting cold"
Lily whispered, worming closer against her in the grass. "So...
do you still think I'm drugging you?" Nathalie asked, lifting the
diapered girl carefully against herself; Lily sighed, then smiled. "I
should be happy either way, right". "Clever girl" Nathalie
cooed, giving Lily a short hug as they walked back to the villa, relieved
her home didn't feel broken any longer.
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