Next Door

Dan-Bimbo sat in a chair in the room next door as Kyra's original body fussed at the mind-helm's control panel. He didn't know what she was doing but he could hear her mutter about "mental reinforcement" and "maintenance" and "updated security protocols". She looked dominating in her tight office skirt suit and wickedly sharp high heels and he felt himself getting tingly and wet at the thought of her abusing him verbally and maybe even physically in this weak compliant body he was trapped in. A vagrant memory surfaced, Kyra had been married to Kat, the other Gynoid he was partnered with, he wondered what was happening in the other room to her... friend? Colleague? He wasn't sure any more, his memories had been messed around with so much over the past month. Jack, or Jake or... something, he was the Gynoid named Kat now of course.

He squirmed in his seat, this metal hat-thing on his blonde-haired head was uncomfortable but Kyra had told him to sit down and stay still before she put it on him so he wasn't going to touch it even though, well, he remembered being one of the design team who had developed it before... he couldn't remember everything, but there were strings of words and numbers still in his mind, the network protocol codes and passwords. Kyra, or whoever was in her body right now was having trouble with the mind-helm controls, cursing and resetting the system time and again as it refused to do what she wanted. He could help her, he suddenly realised, she was missing some vital steps and inputting the wrong codes. If he told her the correct codes then maybe she would praise him, maybe even treat him harshly and... he squirmed in his seat, his large breasts heaving as his breath came short.

The figure of Kyra cursed again as the stupid Gynoid she was trying to run maintenance on spoke up hesitantly in her breathy soprano voice. "Uhh, Mistress, I can help..."

Angry and frustrated, she slapped the Gynoid figure across the face. "You can help me by keeping your stupid cock-sucking mouth shut, you brainless bimbo! Stop distracting me! I nearly had it!" She turned back to the panel, her unfamiliar fingers with their talon-like painted nails probing hesitantly at the touch-screen. Damn these nails, how could anyone think they were a good idea for anyone who uses keyboards and screens these days? She picked up the second helm of the system pair from the chair so she could sit down at the controls. This is going to take some time. She put the unpowered helm on her head to keep it out of the way as she took a deep breath, staring in frustration at the unhelpful alerts and error messages on the screen.

Dan-Bimbo trembled in pleasure and pain as his cheek reddened, but Mistress had ordered him to help her! Yes! He just couldn't say anything out loud but that wasn't a problem, the latest model of the mind-helms had a neural-port security access capability, he only had to think the codes into its sensor mesh and that would unlock the functionality of the system and allow Mistress Kyra to do whatever she was wanting to do. Dingbot-homerun-five-zenith, that password opened the network control panel and suddenly he could "see" all the active helms in the local node. He blinked in surprise, there was another pair of helms in use nearby, locked but active and accessible via the network control panel. He poked at the system, his dulled powers of concentration unable to manipulate it with his previous skill. Uhhh, caesar-seven-phone-two, that did something, right? He wasn't sure, something about "admin network reconfiguration" whatever that was, and then reconfigure-five-four-five-two-enable-six-two-engage because that was important and necessary for Mistress Kyra to reward him by whipping his breasts, maybe or... and then Dan-Bimbo was suddenly somewhere else and someone else.