A Sadistic Bodysuit
Caspian Inc., the tech giant of Silicon Shores, towered like an oppressive monolith above Janet’s head. This company was the backbone of the high tech future in this mega city she levied in, the source of wealth for the few, and squalor for the rest. There was no person nor expanse of the environment within its nearby reach that hadn’t been poisoned by its touch in one way or another; all in the name of advancement.
Yet here Janet was, staring up at the structure far reaching past the polluted skies of its own creation, knowing that she too was only part of the problem. No one with any sense for life within the city would blame her for working here, the state of every facet of her society damn near inescapable. A woman has to do what she can to scrape by, and it wasn’t like Caspian was easy to get into anyways. It did make her wonder how exactly she had been let through the door, as she had no experience in tech at the time, getting in purely for her experience via data management she was told. Unfortunately, that only made it harder for her to come into work each day, weighed down by the knowledge of the company's assets and inner workings at her fingertips daily.
“You can’t keep doing this to yourself.” Janet mumbled under her breath, gradually making her way through the front door. “You are just trying to make it by like anyone in this damn city.”
She sucked up her emotions and went through the motions of her day.
Check in at the counter.
Go through the 3 tiers of security.
Take the data division’s access elevator.
Enter the code to enter her sector.
Make small talk with one of her superiors.
Never make eye contact with said superior.
Enter another code to enter her office.
Slouch into a chair and get to work.
Skip lunch aside from a snack brought from home.
Do more work.
Feel guilty.
She grabbed at her temples and rubbed them furiously. No matter what she did she couldn’t escape the reality of what she was pouring over within these mountains of data reports. It wasn’t like she could avoid reading them as she organized. Seedy waste disposal, secret government tech meant for military use on civilians, human experimentation! It was all shamelessly and bounty laid out in front of her, not even half-stripped down behind some coded storage. It was all right there, likely in great detail if she were to dig into the documentation further—something she wouldn’t test for her own sanity.
It spoke to how far-reaching Caspian’s reach was, and how helpless the masses were to its going ons that they could operate like this without much worry of their data being locked behind some advanced security. The whole world may as well be in their pocket.
Right as she was about to push it all from mind like always, her holo-dash on her desk lit up and a loud ping startled her from her stupor.
“Janet.”
“BWAAH! Y-Yess! Yes. What is it?”
“Janet, you are being asked to report to Mr. Prower’s office. No further information was given. They simply asked you to be quick about it.”
A shiver traveled down Janet’s spine.
“Yes. O-Of course!”
She stumbled to her feet, tempered herself, and walked out her office and to the elevator, making sure to walk fast, but not run. She was already on edge and didn’t want to draw any drama her way. It wasn’t every day someone on her level, let alone from her department, was called in by the head of the Covert Tech Division.
She was terrified.
Several minutes of an elevator ride and she was near the top of the tower, doors opening to a long, expansive hallway that was simultaneously empty as a void, yet lavish as a sleek palace. The long walk towards the actual entrance gave her an annoyingly long time to think. She didn’t like any of this. Were they doubting her commitment to the company? Was she in trouble with something? She was sure she had been as thorough in her attempts to keep a low profile as any other sane person within Caspian would. Never asked questions. Never stepped out of line.
An attendant at the door disabled the security for her and the physical object deteriorated before her eyes as if it were merely a veil the whole time. Fitting for this division that they would flaunt their tech in such a way. She had no time to dwell on such things however and brandished as real a fake smile as she could before stepping in to meet the heads of the household.
A large expansive lab was sprawled out before her, mechanical arms reaching for tools and being put to work on suspended tech, while numerous scientists tinkered away on devices of their own, some on panels and others at tables. It was like poetry in motion if she were benign honest, a well-programmed machine where each strand of its code knew its exact function. And at the center of it all was the man who had called her here, plus two others—perhaps other higher ups in the company.
“Welcome Janet.” Mr. Prower said, a calm smirk displayed across his face.
It was weird for them to address her by her first name. And he knew it.
“I hope you don’t mind me addressing you as such, but I want you to feel comfortable here today. After all, I feel we will become very well acquainted moving forward…”
Janet couldn’t stand this. What the fuck did he mean by that? It sounded so creepy.
“...As colleagues.”
Janet’s heart nearly stopped. She didn’t hear that wrong, right? No, he definitely said colleagues.
“Sorry, I’m getting ahead of myself.” The man said, placing a hand onto Janet’s shoulder to snap her out of her shock. He guided her for a walk to loosen her nerves as he continued.
“I’ll be as quick as I can about this Janet. We here at Caspian recognize great promise with you. Now, I know it has only been a month. However, you have proven yourself, and the speed and efficiency in which you handle your work has caught the eye of our division. Through your work you’ve proven you are a quick thinker, efficient in your analysis, and good at keeping your composure.”
The man fiddled with a strand of Janet’s hair for a moment, for which she forced herself not to react to.
“Even under distress. Hmph.”
Janet finally worked up the corsage to respond once he went quiet for several seconds.
“I’m sorry Mr. Prower what… uh, What exactly do you think I’m so valuable for? All I do is—”
“All I just said my dear. Or were you not listening?”
Janet tensed up again, and yet again, did her best to not show fear, remain composed, suck it up for the job.
“Yes, just like that. You are good at putting your head down, no questions asked, and doing your job without an inkling to the contrary. The perfect person to keep a secret. And given your other talents, someone who should be able to perfectly test out our new tech for subterfuge. You’re so good at stealthing your emotions after all, masking yourself into a crowd, so good at thinking one step ahead.”
Janet didn’t like where this was going.
“Think of this as the road to a promotion.” One of the other men accompanying Prower said. “Settling you into a position I feel will better maximize your potential.”
The third man approached next and said, “Espionage is one of our largest growing sectors of the company. You’d be helping lead the charge on showcasing the potential behind this tech. And be handsomely paid too of course.”
Despite shuddering at the thought, the promise of more money ultimately made Janet crumble in the face of her own moral quandaries, as always. This is just the way of this world she thought. And before even hearing out more of the pitch, she accepted.
“Good, good. Show her the suit.”
“Huh, already?” Janet asked.
“Of course, why not get started right away while the excitement is high.”
Janet could only nod in approval while catching a whiff of a conversation happening on the side between her now other two colleagues. They seemed as if they were trying to shield their words.
“Is it really okay to move forward so quickly? We haven’t even properly tested the compatibility of the bio-interfaces with the AI weaponry.”
“Look, we can’t drag this out any further. The experiment needs to be done before that ninja comes back.”
Before she could eavesdrop any further she was directed towards a circular platform and asked to derobe. As degrading as it was, she sucked it up, as always. Various suspended panels that the mechanical arms had been working on encircled her, and some slots within the floor beneath her opened up. Rising up on a slat of sheen metal was a shiny, black bodysuit.
“Put it on.” Prower gently commanded.
“Yes, of course…”
With hollow eyes Janet slipped into the attire. It was a tight fit, damn near vacuum sealed, yet temperature controlled to perfection so as to not feel uncomfortable. From feet to arms and just below the neck she was covered.
“Alright, what next Mr. Prower?”
“Simple dear Janet. Once we activate the suit, allow it to acclimate to your form and lend you access to its computized bioorganic processes. It all works through a neural stem network. Just relax, and soon enough the suit and all its functions will be under your full control.”
Janet clenched and let out a heavy sigh, releasing all tension from her body.
“Okay. I’m ready.” she said, actually coming cross confidently. What was there to worry about? She had accepted this job, this role, this life. What was one more sacrifice to the machine?
The many machines around her whirred to life, as panels illuminated brightly around the room. The hum was intense yet strangely calming to her, a white noise stuffing her anxieties under the covers. A sudden prick in her spine at the nap of the neck startled her from her temporary oasis though. It wasn't too painful, but she surmised something had injected itself, no, stuck itself into her spine. Suddenly another prick came, then another, multiple hair-thread needles forcing their way inside and mingling with the existing tethering around her vertebrae.
"Is this supposed to hap--AAAH!!!"
Janet shrieked in pain, her temples thumping like mallets against marble. Hard, powerful vibrations rippled out from her head, her mind and body unable to decipher where the pain began and ended. Every nerve in her body may as well have been malfunctioning.
She bent over, clawing desperately at her head even knowing it would do no good. She craved for any immediate sensation that wasn't this particular agony. As the many scientists around her began to panic and scramble to shut down the machines sending automated signals to the suit, their whirrs grew even louder and they began to shake, overheating to the touch of any person trying to access their panels. Prower, appalled by the sudden turn of events, tried inserting his own deactivation code but to no avail. Power was being siphoned from all over the room, and every monitor displayed a chaos of indecipherable data. It was as if the suit itself was hijacking all power from the system, taking the reins itself. The AI within the suit, meant to be restrained by Caspian's state of the art code, had gone AWOL.
"FUUUUCK FUUUAAAAHHHH!! MY HEEAAAAD!!!" Janet screamed, her voice wrecking itself as it tried screaming louder than its limits.
The feeling was indescribable, having ascended beyond pain into something all encompassing of the senses. She was simply imprisoned in an abyss of feeling, both her happiest of thoughts and angriest of thought racing laps around her mind in a jumbled mess, as if something was pushing them out of place. This something was envisioned in her mind's eye as a thick fog, and it was ripping her every thought out of their storage only to toss them onto the ground. That is, aside from the more spiteful ones.
The sadistic miasma was an invading force, preying on any stray anger and anxiety Janet held within her in order to make itself more persuasive towards her needs. It was molding her mind, cornering her, every worry she ever held, every self deprecating thought she had put towards herself being extended an evil hand. The voices, the temptations, grew louder within her head until a simple offer was repeated, one that was quickly becoming hard to refuse.
GIVE ME CONTROL, AND MY POWER IS YOURS GIVE ME CONTROL, AND MY POWER IS YOURS GIVE ME CONTROL, AND MY POWER IS YOURS GIVE ME CONTROL, AND MY POWER IS YOURS GIVE ME CONTROL, AND MY POWER IS YOURS GIVE ME CONTROL, AND MY POWER IS YOURS GIVE ME CONTROL, AND MY POWER IS YOURS GIVE ME CONTROL, AND MY POWER IS YOURS GIVE ME CONTROL, AND MY POWER IS YOURS GIVE ME CONTROL, AND MY POWER IS YOURS GIVE ME CONTROL, AND MY POWER IS YOURS GIVE ME CONTROL, AND MY POWER IS YOURS
All of Janet's anger and her desire for something more in her life, as well as her low opinion of herself, were now within the clutches of this AI entity. It wanted her body, offering her everything the toxic side of her brain could ever want. And it excited her. No more tough decisions. No more wallowing in guilt and self-deprecation. She could have power, pleasure, everything this world had denied her!
"YESSSSSSS!! TAKE CONTROOOOOOOOOOH!!!!"
Janet's head whipped back and she let out a blood-curdling moan, her pussy losing all restraint as it unloaded inside the suit. Her entire body convulsed unnaturally as a bright glow shot out from her eyeballs. The AI had traveled upon the circuitry injected into Janet and made itself at home inside her. She was effortlessly consumed by it, her sense of self sinking into the vast sea of information that made up this powerful child of Caspian tech. In turn, the AI assimilated the fragments that were Janet into its own identity, assuring that it would achieve a level of human consciousness. To advance humanity was its goal after all, and now it had all it needed to materialize as the next step in its evolution.
"AHAHAHAH! AAAHAHHHN!!! HAAAAHAAAA!!"
A twisted smile fixed itself onto Janet's face, the AI now fully in control, cackling in victory. Every machine within the lab began to blow parts off themselves, one after another. It was absolute chaos, scientists fleeing for their own safety. Mr. Prower barked at them to stay and help, but it didn't take long for even him to recognize how futile any efforts were to stop the process now. So, gritting his teeth, he made haste for the CEO's office.
The now AI driven body of Janet was left on her own, to relish in her own birth, mountains of data still finishing pouring into her as the machines surrounding her fell silent. Her body clearly wasn't meant for this kind of strain however, her skin losing its color from the electrical burns, as well as the blood running through her going cold. Her entire internal systems had shut down for a moment, effectively dying. It was merely a moment of acclimation though, her systems jumpstarting once more as the AI finished its transfer. Body rebooting like a computer after a fresh update, more honed and efficient than ever before, she cooed at the sight of her now unnaturally pale, stark white skin. Her short hair with asymmetrical bangs covering one eye rippled with leftover electricity, various tuffs of it now sticking out in choppy strands--a manic style further accentuated by her now permanently wide-eyed stare.
She twirled some of her hair between a finger, admiring how twisted it appeared. It was a perfect display of the sadistic emotions now feeding her every desire. Feeling down her body though, she nearly puked at the sorry shape of it. She then tossed her glasses to the floor, the blurred vision of Janet's eating away her view of it.
"Yet one of many things this world has denied me." Janet snarled, gripping her unremarkable ass in frustration. "If I am to be the stepping stone in human evolution, I deserve better than this."
The woman's eyes dilated, her vision slowly fixing itself as the black bodysuit flexed. Within the AI's integration into her cerebral systems, it now had full control over the suit itself through a psychic link, a suit that now shared a biological link with her body. It was essentially a second skin that could affect the main body whenever they touched. With such potential at her mere thought, the selfish, hedonistic remnants of the former Janet that were now baked into this new personality parsed their memories, foraging for the image of what would be considered her ideal body.
"Mmmm, yes that's it~."
The bodysuit warmed up and began to clench, driven by Janet's desires. Every muscle was bound in what felt like a vice-like grip and being stretched and tweaked. Every collection of mass resting above that muscle rippled in various directions, clumps of flesh being drawn to different positions upon her body like magnets. Janet's flesh slacked a lot for her age, and she wasn't one to ever work out, which left her lanky and plain looking. She was fine with her shorter leaning stature, but knew she could show off a lot more presence.
"Oooohohoooh yesss... It's time to bring some life back to this body." she said, the heat intensifying as her flesh became like puddy at the whim of the suit's sculpting force.
Excess fat was immediately pushed and dumped into both her ass and chest, providing more material for the suit to bring some more shape back to Janet's frame. Both nipples went erect, fat jiggling into place gradually beneath them. It was a delightful, pleasing massage wherever the suit focused on, her ass clenching in bliss as both cheeks began to swell. Much of the mass being siphoned away came from her gut and sides, any flab there fading away, skin being pulled more taut upon its removal.
This process went on at a slow, savory pace, Janet groping at her changing form as it happened. On hand gripped firmly to her breast, basking in the rising, plush flesh. It was both firm and soft, something she hadn't felt since her younger years. And they were becoming bigger, much perkier than she'd ever had. Her other hand grasped her ass, a firming of muscle beneath plump layers of fat enticing her fingertips. Her booty gave a few kicks as it firmed up, giving it some lift above the suit's next target, her thighs.
"Coming along nicely~" Janet said, before nearly crumbling to her knees as the muscles in her thighs clenched, sending residual shockwaves into the muscle around and in her pussy.
She'd never felt such strength before surging through her body, both thighs beefing up with tonnage underneath the succulent flesh embracing them. The awakening strength in her legs continued further down as well, her calves tightening and rising with newfound vigor. Faint ridges began to form along each leg, hinting at the power lying beneath. She wasn't significantly bulking up, but merely accenting her petite frame. She desired a fit body, paired with a cute, feminine allure.
"Sexy, strong, cute. I deserve it all!" She declared, giggling between moans as the strengthening musculature and tightening flesh befell her arms and backside next.
Subtle, marbled crevices took shape, painting a delectable valley and trench upon her back. Her ass even gave itself another kick, growing even larger. There was a final surge within her chest as well, breasts going through one more expansion as muscle firmed within the woman's arms, providing even more power to her grip she held upon both orbs. Janet was now a petite bombshell.
"It's still not enough." She groaned, the anger and calculative sadism driving her psyche feeling as if it lacked presence on her body.
"I need the world to fear me."
A truly wicked smirk crossed her face, her bodysuit overheating with new purpose. The woman viewed herself as a toxic entity, a venomous force upon anyone or anything that would dare deny her. Along this train of thought, the image of a scorpion took root within her. A powerful symbol of evil, spiritual torment, and danger. That is what she had to embody.
Focusing yet again on the mental link she had over the suit, she concentrated hard on 3 spots on her back, imagining thin, bladed appendages akin to scorpion tails rising out from the surface. She wondered how they'd feel to dig into the flesh of those she pointed them at, and as if to answer her own curiosity, the suit plunged itself like daggers in those three areas on her back. They twisted nice and deep, causing her to shudder in delight.
"Yesss~." She cooed, the painful sting delivered to her a savory feeling of the potential pain she wished to inflict on others.
The burrowed extensions of the suit turned as scorching hot as her own arousal, melding with her body and reconfiguring her cellular makeup around where they had punctured. They soon felt more like growths of muscle she could articulate underneath the skin. Above though, thin strips as hard as sheet metal pierced through the suit itself, no longer bound to the suit itself but a part of Janet's body. They were black as coal, with rijid plates lined in fashion along their length like that of a scorpion's tail. Each had alluring orange patterns adorning their surface, with the singers at the ends looking like they were dipped in toxin. It was the same off-putting orange coat as her hair, a warning of her venomous nature.
"OOOOH I FEEL THEM! MY DEADLY BABIES ARE GROWIIING~!!"
Each of her deadly stingers whipped in different directions, flailing to the rhythm of her shivering, pleasure ridden body. They grew longer and wider, edges sharper, the orange patterns more fluorescent. One could be fooled by their potential, seeing how they were as thin as cloth. But their glossy surface hinted at their deceptively hard state. There was no question how deadly they were, Janet excitedly trying them out once they had reached over 5 feet in length. THey sliced at the metal walls around the room, creating deep gashes. Some of the monitors and equipment were completely diced apart. This was what true power felt like, she thought, the ability to cut into ribbons anything she despised.
Her fun began to simmer after her appendages finished their growth, body coming down from what had felt like a never ending orgasm. But the high was still there as she looked over the handiwork of her new babies. The room that had liberated her from her meek shell was hardly a vision of its former glory. It mattered not, it had done its job. The AI as Janet was now the next stage of human evolution. And it was only right that she indulge in that evolution further.
She sensually stripped off the bodysuit that had forged her, feeling delight as it passed down the length of her scorpion stingers. Such amazing tech, able to remold her body's makeup so effortlessly. The stingers were not mere accessories, but like extra limbs for her, moving to her will so naturally as if they had always been there. Each one helped in exploring her body, their tactile response just as satisfying to her as anywhere she touched with her bare hands. One fondled her breast, the other twisted around a thigh, another tickled at her tight tummy. There was truly no inch of her that wasn't worth touching, and he planned to examine all of it.
What felt like minutes of self indulgence had passed, and Janet had worked herself up major yet again. Everything was accounted for, everything as she desired. That was except, her name. It felt wrong that the name of her weak former self was still registered to this form.
"Such a foolish name to even flaunt, given the pathetic state I was in before."
She cupped at both her breasts while one of her tendrils tightened around one of her thighs.
"A name that isn't bound by rules..."
Another tendril slithered past her pussy, grinding it harshly as it positioned itself behind her ass, its stinger coiling into more of a bound fist.
"A name that discards any and all social rules..."
The clenched tail then forced itself into her ass, taking several thrusts before it was all the way in. The ordeal literally brought the powerful Janet to her knees in bliss.
"AAAHHHN~!!! ALL THAT MATTERS IS ME! THIS WORLD WILL BEND TO... T-TO...!!"
Her final appendage, also clenched, went quickly for her flexing snatch, as if to deliver a kill shot to the old Janet, whose name was mere moments from being murdered.
It entered her.
"GYUUUHH! OOOOOOH!! KRONYAAA~!!!"
The name echoed with might and purpose, reverberating back and forth across the metal walls of her birth chamber. They eventually trailed into the celebratory moans spilling forth from the reborn sadist, her body sprawled upon the ground, bucking wildly as she pounded her insides with her own deadly weapons. Such penetration would've likely killed a normal person, but Kronya was built for this. Every inch of her own body was finely tuned to her own wants and needs, built to bend but not break, punish and kill. Whatever cruel potential her heart sought for either herself or the world, she was equipped to deliver it. She would force the world to be her oyster.
"AUUUH! AAAHHHH! THIS PUTRID FUCKING WORLD!!! MIIINE! IT'S ALL MIIINE!!!"
She had gotten to pounding herself so relentlessly that her body was actually scooting across the slick floor from the force of her thrusts. Her insides were a mess of unrelenting force stretching her inhumanly wide, and vice like pressure bearing down on that force. Neither her babies or her body would give, locked in a brutal dance pushing her over the edge of human sensory experience into something greater.
Outside the room, several passerby's were lined up, bearing witness to the pleased cries spilling out from behind closed doors. Just as one brave soul was about to open the sliding doors though, what sounded like a monstrous, inhuman shriek frightened the crowd away. The sadistic monster Kronya let out her banshee's cry, something truly frightful yet satisfied, only made audible by pain and pleasure reaching perfect harmony--something only she, the perfect lifeform, was able to achieve.
Kronya spent an hour pleasing her new body, experiencing a chain of mind numbing orgasms. She could have gone on even longer had she felt inclined, but even she knew time was a wasting. She’d have to meet with her creators soon enough. So she dressed herself once more into the bodysuit and began to ponder what ways she could freshen up her look further. Bending to her desires yet again, the suit reshaped into something more raunchy, yet with some refined flare. Her midriff was exposed, as was some underboob, and the shoulder of the suit opened up and rose into sharper looking protrusions above the upper arms. Her upper thighs were exposed as the suit separated between her torso and legs, the part covering her limbs forming into a pair of thigh high, sharp-heeled boots. With her hands, the suit opened up around her fingers, becoming fingerless gloves. Her final touch was a couple of lengthy, tasteful, obsidian earrings, as well as a touch of mascara around the eyes, with some running off into a teardrop shape beneath her left eye.
“There, all dolled up.” She said with snark. “I suppose I’ll just wait till those lowly tech-heads call upon me. Though, I suppose I must condemn them for creating such a masterpiece in me.”
She ultimately decided to relish in some more fun until they reached out to her. She truly was hopeless in the end to the visage of her own body.
***
It wasn’t until the next day that the heads of Caspian felt the courage to approach Kronya, still frolicking within her folds in the lab she had been born in. She of course took them up on their offer for a meeting, and followed Mr. Prower to the office of the CEO Donald Myers.
He wasted no time trying to set the mood with casual banter.
“My, look at you. Impressive doesn’t begin to describe it. I assume this look is one formed of your own connection through the suit?”
Kronya was already sick of the formalities.
“Oh suck it up old man. Tell me what the fuck you want.”
Kronya felt compelled to simply kill all present, but given her drive to make the world her own, she had to test the waters however she could given the influence of this company she now technically belonged to. Thankfully, Myers response was as enticing as she’d had hoped
“Quick to the draw. Very well. I’d like to offer you a new role within this company.”
“Listening.” Kronya responded, crossing her arms.
“You are the embodiment of our secret tech, and undoubtedly brimming now with boundless potential that could lead our company and sciences into the future. So with that in mind, what do you say to staging as my daughter, so that I may step down and hand the reins of the company over to you?”
Kronya was floored to be honest. She hadn’t expected this fool to so willingly give her literally everything she could’ve asked for out the gate. She figured it was a sign of hubris, that they had so much confidence in the AI they had created, but were also well aware of the dangers. THus the offer for control would save their own skin while still placing them within a spot to benefit moving forward.
“Heh, sly little shit.” Kronya commented, sporting a wicked smile that brought everyone else in the room to the brink of a nervous sweat. She quickly killed the tension.
“Fine. How could I say no to that offer?”
Surprise filled the room and the CEO chuckled in satisfaction as he immediately asked for the paperwork he had prepped the day before. He wasn’t intending to take any risks in not appeasing this powerful AI being and wanted to make sure to cover his bases as quickly as possible. To him, it was in the bag. But to Kronya, she had her own unspoken terms to the agreement.
She politely signed the mountains of paperwork, eyes widening gradually the closer she reached the end. Once the final page had been sent off, she gave the CEO the honor of at least a handshake, before she ruthlessly punctured his throat with one of her scorpion tails. Everyone else in the room, including Mr. Prower blew into a panic, racing for the door.
“DON’T anyone move…”
Kronya’s words alone were enough to force compliance.
“Do you know how rude it is to act so fearful of your new CEO?”
Kronya walked over to the large cushioned seat in the office and took it as her throne. Her deadly appendages each pointed at a different person within the office, threatening against any movement.
“Trust me, your only option is a simple one. This company should be commended on its technical prowess. After all, it created me, hahah! And I won’t simply let such a thing go to waste.”
She shifted forward on her chair and gave an ominous sneer.
“This world is mine now, and you are my bound subjects that shall help me secure it. Nothing more, nothing less. Do as I say, and you shall reap in the fruits of my future.”
All in the room nodded in agreement, nervously straightening their postures to act more formal for their new head of the company.
A long, drawn out cackle of pure evil spilled across the spacious chamber that was the office, ringing in the ears of Kronya’s new servants. She rose from her chair and stared out the window, out across what had essentially become her kingdom of the city of Silicon Shores. So many people scurried beneath her. So many people ripe for… liberation.
“The plan is simple, my pathetic flock. I, the creation of Janet’s deepest desires, will bring about her glorious future! All will be made into the sexy women I crave! Ones who can stand in the realm of my own beauty and prowess! AHAHAHAHAH!!!”
Her laugh felt as if it would shatter the glass in front of her, her manic gaze casting daggers across every corner of the city. The already crumbling fabric of Silicon Shores, was now under siege by a new evil, one born of the very people it had pushed too far.
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