I reblogged this from @johndoe-art a while back (who did an uber fantastic job, fuuuck), but now it

I reblogged this from @johndoe-art a while back (who did an uber fantastic job, fuuuck), but now it has a STORY. I WRITE. WOW.Parts 1 and 3 were written by me, 2 and 4 were done by my partner-in-shine @phantomdotexe!“You really don’t know what you’re doing with any of this, do you?”“Whaat? Nonsense. I’m in the system. I know everything there is to know about your fancy setup.”Phantom didn’t look so sure if the tight lipped look on her face was any indication. Here she was, vacsealed into one of her own reeducation units, stark naked, and looking less hopeful by the moment. The cyber-CEO wasn’t completely sealed in quite yet, though. The final piece of her prison was currently being poked and prodded at by the space colored and absurdly glossy woman standing before her. It was a helmet, bubble domed and clearly high-tech, with ‘Unplugged’ flashing across it in stark, clean white.“Aha!” A questing finger somewhere inside the helmet found what it was looking for. The visor display flickered and washed over with static, then seemed to restart. Back to 'Unplugged’, and now Aislinne was sporting a wide grin.Her captive now looked notably less enthused. She was downright concerned now, brows furrowing and the beginnings of a scowl marring her lovely porcelain features. The scowl deepened as her monstrous captor reached toward a deliciously wrapped body, cupping one of Phantom’s breasts to give it a few firm squeezes. She managed to suppress a shudder, but even a simple grope got her mewling just a little. Her glossy prison was infused with invasive nanites under the gropist’s control, the essentially painted on 'suit’ mimicking the sensation to give its sealed victim a double dose.“You could at least try to enjoy this. You’ll be getting a lot more once you’re all locked up! Get settled in, squeal for me. Have a little fuuun!” Aislinne was all smiles now, gazing deeply into Phantom’s pretty green eyes with her icy blue, glowing, and ever unblinking pair. Her hungrily molesting hand deftly and suddenly centered its attentions upon a nipple, catching it between index and thumb. She pinched down hard, giving it a gentle tug before slowly rolling her fingers back and forth.It got the reaction she was looking for. The suit kept groping the breast at large while also joining in on its mistress’s torturous nipple work. Phantom tried and failed to bite back a harsh, keening wail, her alabaster cheeks darkening ever so slightly as well. “Gnnnhh! When I get out of here, I’ll–”“You won’t. At least not until I’ve got my brand new majordomo. You’ll still run the company. Sort of. Handle most of the fun stuff, day to day, attending to me…” Aislinne’s hand relinquished its hold on the ebon-sheathed nipple and slowly tickled its way up the trapped and increasingly panicked cyborg’s body. Soft, smooth, rubbery fingers traced along a perfectly outlined collarbone, then took their time tickling across Phantom’s neck. Her jawline was next, and even that was held tight in darker than black nanite-corrupted storage goo.Finally, with her hand cupping her captive’s cheek, Aislinne went in for the finish. Her smile turned downright sinister, the glow of her eyes intensifying as she slowly, slowly brought the helmet in closer. Phantom’s eyes darted toward it and locked on, growing wider and wider with every inch it came to locking on.“Please. You don’t have to do this. I can give you so much. Slaves, technology, whatever you want!”The smile didn’t abate. The glow didn’t fade. She didn’t even chuckle as the helmet clicked into place, her victim’s now muffled cries like music to her ears as programs began to load and stimulation routines came online.“But I want you. And I’ll have you. Heee.” -- source link

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