Interlude: Mercy and the Amaris

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While Rob was busy going out on dates and managing his harem, there were others busy at work to make his dreams come to reality. In this case, it was not either of his hands working behind the scenes to keep things running, but rather Mercy in her lab.

Ever since Rob had set her up, Mercy had been working tirelessly, night and day, abusing the fact that Rob’s slavegirls did not need to sleep and spending all of her time at the BMT Inc. warehouse. She worked up to twenty hours a day, only taking minor breaks to eat, clean herself up, and occasionally jill off. And even then she felt like she was slacking off, her mind abuzz with the possibilities of this new endeavour and what her repurposed technology could lead to.

And she had every reason to be working herself to the bone, for Rob had held out a perfect carrot for her to mindlessly chase. Yes, her main priority was to get the nanobots up and running to allow instantaneous body modifications, but she also had her own little side-project of designing a nanobot program that could subvert human will and intelligence and turn two beautiful Egyptian women into her fawning sluts…

Still, ulterior motives or not, the several weeks since Mercy began had been a blur and were leading to positive results. Between her supreme intellect and slavish work ethic combined with Rob’s seemingly infinite resources and the help he provided, Mercy was confident she had both a working prototype and a viable roadmap that would lead to their private launch in a month’s time or so.

Now, she just needed some guinea pigs to turn theory into fact…

Ever since Rob had mentioned Ana and Fareeha Amari to Mercy - namely, the fact that she could turn them into their obedient fuckdolls - Mercy had been bouncing around ideas of how to get her hands on them. Sure, she could spin some cock-and-bull story about wanting to reconnect and lure them to her lab either in California or Switzerland, chat them up, lull them into a false sense of security, **** them, play with their **** bodies, all before actually beginning her experiments.

But why go out and do something so convoluted and contrived, so likely to fail, when she could use her Master’s power for her own and simply cut the knot?

“...And that would be the entirety of the situation, Fraulein Zatanna.” Mercy finished both her explanation and tour to the gorgeous stage magician and one of her Master’s favourites. It was a testament to her mind and willpower that she was able to conduct both while also leering at the lovely lady she was leading, practically drooling over Zatanna’s perfect legs, tantalizing clad in their fishnet stockings. Perhaps when she was finished with her work, Master could reward her by taking her home and engage in a celebratory orgy with him and his favourite slaves.

“Just ‘Zatanna’, please doctor.” Zatanna deflected the honorific with a smile.

“Then it is just ‘Mercy’ as well, Zatanna.” Mercy returned her warm smile with one of her own.

“But of course. I try not to think of anyone in the harem as less than me, but it is very clear Rob holds you in high-esteem.” Zatanna said, eyes drifting from Mercy to her set-up in the main lab. “A woman of your beauty and intelligence and drive… it is all too easy to see you as an equal.”

Mercy held her chin up in pride, before she furrowed her brow in confusion. A woman like Zatanna not looking down on the inferior sluts in the harem? She almost could not comprehend such a response. Master did not create all of his sluts to be equal. There were betters (like Zatanna and Mercy) and lessers (like most everyone else). After a moment, Mercy simply shrugged. Such differences in philosophy could be papered over, and were irrelevant for the task at hand.

“Well, then, one equal to another, will you help me?” Mercy asked, Zatanna still inspecting her equipment all the while, mainly focused on a pair of chairs that had built in restraints, including a rubber bit meant to gag the mouth, along with two ominous dome-like helmets hovering above them, sinisterly wired and meant for only the most mad of science.

Then, Zatanna turned to face her. A stylish, snappy turn that caused her hair to flip about, framing her angelic features perfectly. Mercy’s over-tuned sex drive kicked up another gear, almost doubling over and wolf-whistling at Zatanna.

“Why else would I be here, darling?” Zatanna replied, a sly smile painted on her lips. For a moment, Mercy thought the beautiful magician was aware of how horned up she was. How badly she was crushing on her at the moment.

But Zatanna made no word or motion beyond the smile, instead taking centre stage and spreading her arms wide in the air. “I am actually surprised you called me, as a woman of science. I’d have thought you would’ve dismissed my powers outright.”

Mercy shrugged again. “Chalk it up to the Master opening my eyes to a much broader world. Or maybe I’m just an opportunist willing to believe whatever will help me. All that really matters is serving the Master, after all.”

Zatanna smiled once more. “Well spoken. Now then…”

As a woman of science (and hailing from a completely different universe), Mercy had little understanding of Zatanna’s power. Still, even with that limitation, she could feel an energy begin to gather in the air. The charge of electricity surging about, humming around her body and her laboratory. Zatanna continued to gather this charge for a few quiet moments, eyes then darting towards the pair of chairs that bore an unsettling resemblance to electric chairs.

“Nommus htrof Ana Irama dna Aheeraf Irama!”

Zatanna’s voice echoed like a thunderbolt, as the gathered energy exploded in every direction. There was a burst of light, a gale of wind, and a veil of smoke, as an invisible wave of **** almost knocked Mercy from her feet. Yet, when it all settled, she couldn’t help but smile in triumph. Both Amari women - the elder, battle-scarred and eye-patched wearing Ana, along with the buff and busty Fareeha - were now strapped down in Mercy’s two **** chairs, and fully **** to boot.

“Phew!” Zatanna exhaled and wiped sweat from her brow. “You know, the Master set up a few of his other slaves to be magic batteries for me. It’s been a while since I’ve had to tap into them. But, looks like a job well done to - WHOA!”

“Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!!!” Overcome with joy and her own raging hormones, Mercy flew towards Zatanna, embracing her equal in a big, loving hug, glomming onto the magician and burying Zatanna’s face into her massive tits. “I cannot express into words how happy I am right now, Zatanna! Ooh, fuck! The things I’m going to do to these bitches - ahahaha, yes, yes! I’m going to **** their bodies and minds and remold them in mine and Master’s own perveted image! Just the thought of it makes me so fucking wet!”

Zatanna chuckled nervously, struggling in Mercy’s embrace and overwhelmed by her manic glee, while the latter continued to cackle and rant. Eventually, Zatanna was **** to weave another spell in order to extricate herself from the grip of the mad scientist, waiting for her to calm down.

“Pardon me, fraulein…” Mercy started with an embarrassed chuckle. She cleared her throat, before straightening her lab coat and dress. “I do not know what came over me there…”

“We both know exactly what came over you, dear…” Zatanna said with a wry smile. Mercy blushed, coughing some more.

“Indeed. After Master fucked with my own mind, I am still struggling with these new impulses… however wonderful they may be.” Mercy’s eyes glazed over in lust once more, licking her lips as she spared a look to the two women locked up behind her. “But, now then… time for business. Would you like to stay and watch me work, Zatanna darling?”

With a shake of her head, Zatanna offered a polite resignation. “I will pass. I’m more than happy to help, but I won’t get in the way of your work. Besides, this will make it more of a surprise when you reveal the results to Rob.” Blowing her a kiss, Zatanna bowed to Mercy, vanishing before saying, “Best of luck, dear doctor.”

Steaming hot, Mercy was tempted to call up Rio and have her slutty nurse eat her out to try and take the edge off, but she successfully fought the urge. She still had work to do, and there would be plenty of time to bark derogatory orders to her Puerto Rican slut… along with a few new sluts she was about to create.

But while she could contain herself from those base instincts, others quickly won out, as Mercy did not return to her workstation, but instead pounced on the ****, restrained forms of Ana and Fareeha, groping them, kissing them, rubbing their bodies and slobbering all over them. Worshipping every ounce of flesh she could get her grubby hands and mouth on. Even Ana, wrinkles and scars and all. Mercy did not care. It was time to live out long-held, long-buried fantasies and revel in her perversion.

Soon… very soon…

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“Alright, that should be more than enough. Time to wake our guests up…”

The past few hours had been difficult ones for Mercy. Trying to work while the two objects of your lust were sitting right there, so tantalizingly close, **** and offering no resistance. Well, at least it was only a few hours. Her fingers and a couple toys proved to be able to sate her that long, at least. All she had to do was put the finishing touches on her masterpiece. Double-, triple-, and quadruple-check everything to make sure it would all go perfectly.

The entire time, the Amaris remained strapped to their chairs, cuffed at the wrists and ankles, with padded restraints resembling horse-blinders cushioning the sides of their heads and preventing them from craning their necks. Numerous IVs had been hooked up to them too, Rio’s handiwork, and Mercy’s most recent keystrokes triggered the mechanism in one of them to feed a stimulant into their system. Just enough to bring them to consciousness. Mercy wanted to see their reactions through the whole thing.

Fareeha was the first to stir to wakefulness, shifting uncomfortably and groaning loudly. Her mother followed suit, shortly after, looking pale and ill from the effects of the ****. Rapidly blinking bleary eyes, their sluggish brains slowly began to get up to speed, gaining awareness of their surroundings.

“Ngg… wha- what happened? Where are we?” Fareeha slurred, sounding almost drunk, fighting to sit upright in her chair, even as her thick, heavy body weighed her down.

“F-fa-Fareeha? Is that you?” Ana called out, her one good eye glassy and foggy. Even though their heads were largely immobilized, the chairs were positioned at angle so that mother and daughter could see one another… eventually. Whenever their vision returned.

The dance of the two waking women continued for a moment, before Fareeha finally felt confident to move, only to be snagged by the restraints on her arms. Even with all of her might and musculature, she could not make the straps budge an inch. To their credit, both women - military bred - did not panic, but their fight or flight did kick in at the realization that they were entrapped, which proved the perfect antidote to their drowsiness. As soon as they were cognizant that they were bound, both of the Amaris were quick to regain all of their mental faculties.

But, in their struggles and growing awareness, Ana and Fareeha were completely ignoring Mercy, the real star of the show. Nothing to get mad about, though, because very soon the two of them would be crazy about her. Mercy watched the show before clearing her throat, drawing attention rightfully to her.

“Guten tag, meine lieben~”

Immediately, at the sound of her saucy, purring voice, eyes snapped towards the shapely, sensual scientist. At first, they seemed relieved to see a familiar, friendly face, only for shock to overtake them. Mostly shocked at Mercy’s brand new body. The curves, the oomph, the raw, undeniable sex appeal - the everything! Mercy blushed and smiled as they went slack-jawed, drinking in her gorgeous form, chuckling to herself when scarlet crept into Fareeha’s cheeks.

“Tell me, how have you been, darlings?” Mercy said after drinking in the long, dumbstruck pause. “Because I’ve been wonderful, as you can see!”

“A-Angela!” Ana managed to stammer out. “What in the world happened to you? Your body…”

“Fantastic, isn’t it?” Mercy cooed, cupping her massive tits, letting them bounce and jiggle. She stood up from her chair and spun in place, letting both get a good view of every angle of her delicious body. “I had a little bit of work done.”

“A little bit… you look like a fucking whore, Dr. Ziegler!” Fareeha declared, tone harsh and judgemental.

“Oh, yes, and I feel like a new woman, too!” Mercy ignored the overly stiff and formal manner of address Fareeha applied to her. It hardly mattered because soon Fareeha would call her whatever she’d like. “The treatment I underwent has totally changed me, and not just in my body. It’s opened my mind to a whole new perspective on things!”

“That is, uh, very nice, Angela…” Ana said, slowly, trying to be as polite as she could. “But we can talk about your new… ahem, assets later, I think. Wherever we are and whoever brought us here, you need to free us. Now.”

Mercy just smiled at the absurd request. “Free you? I just got you two. You’re not going anywhere before I get my hands on you.” Slowly, her smile grew more delirious and possessive, the emotions so cleared it caused both women to recoil. “You see, ladies, I feel so great after my treatment, that I want to spread it to others. And you two are going to be my first guinea pigs. Doesn’t that sound wonderful?”

Both Amaris stared at her, aghast, so it was left to the tempestuous daughter to respond, fury building in an instant.

“Wonderful? Wonderful?” Fareeha roared, rattling against the bonds holding her in place. “Did they fill your brain with silicon, too? Let us go this instant, you mad woman! And stop staring at mother like she’s a piece of meat! You’re coming off like a disgusting stalker!”

Immediately, Mercy’s mood darkened. Gone were the fawning, hungry smiles and the sparkling, hungry eyes, as they transformed into a dark countenance. Her mouth twitched angrily at Fareeha’s rant, her rejection. Hands clenched, teeth bared, Mercy rose in righteous anger and ranted right back.

“Mad am I? Disgusting? Is that what you think of me, Fareeha? After everything I have done for you? After all the love I have given you?” By this point in Mercy’s rant, both Ana and Fareeha just looked confused, as if they did not live in Mercy’s own delirium. “You stupid, stuck-up little bitch! How dare you reject my love!?” Mercy pointed a sharp, accusatory finger at the younger Amari, snarling all the while. “Reject me while you and your mother waltz about, flashing your hot, fuckable bodies, acting like you’re better than everyone? Well, I’ll show you… Rio! Get your fat tits in here, right now!”

As the echo of Mercy’s angry shout echoed off the lab walls, it was answered by the clicking of heels, Rio Morales scurrying in still wearing her slutty nurse’s uniform. Both Ana and Fareeha continued to gawk, this time at the lovely Latina MILF traipsing about at Mercy’s beck and call.

“Yes, doctor. I’m here, doctor.” Rio said in panicked breaths, presenting herself to her slavedriver of a boss. She had gone up a few cup sizes since they had begun working on the nanotech project, seeing as she made the perfect subject zero for Mercy’s initial tests.

Rio’s appearance and her submissive, deferential attitude calmed Mercy somewhat, but she was still bubbling with anger at Fareeha’s unnecessary rudeness. “It is time. Strap in our first patient.” She ordered with a huff, sitting back down into her chair.

Rio nodded sharply. “Ah, yes Dr. Mercy. Which one will it be?”

Which one indeed? A cruel smile came to Mercy’s face, as she began to bob a lazy finger between Ana and Fareeha.

“Eeny meeny, miney mo, whom do I make a ho? Mother, daughter, first to go? Eeny, meeny, miney… you!”

Mercy’s finger stopped on Ana, purposefully. Fareeha had upset her, so Mercy wanted nothing more than to see the horror on her face as her beloved mother was transformed into a fawning ****.

Rio immediately went to work, bringing up the rubber bit and placing it in Ana’s mouth, couldn’t have her biting her tongue during the operation now. Then, she double-checked the various IV bags, lines, and needles before reaching up to the domed helmet and lowering it down so that it covered the majority of Ana’s head. Only her mouth and chin were visible beneath the black, opaque sphere. Switches mounted to the back of the device were flipped, as the hum of electricity suddenly became audible.

All the while, both Ana and Fareeha struggled in vain against the restraints, Ana’s shouts muffled by her gag, while Fareeha continued to rage and storm.

“You fucking bitch! What is wrong with you? Let us go. Let us go! Hey, hey! Get away from my mother! Don’t you touch her! Ziegler! Don’t you dare hurt my mother, or I swear I will tear you to pieces with my own hands! Do you hear me?”

“Hush, kleines kind, I am working.” Mercy said off-handedly, doing a last minute diagnostics check. “You will have your turn later, promise. Are we all set on your end, Rio?”

“Yes, doctor! Everything is good.”

“Wunderbar!” Mercy cheered, her lascivious joy having returned to her. A few more keystrokes and everything would be so much better for everyone. “Beginning first test of the BMT nanotech body transformation and brainwashing sequences. Dr. Mercy and nurse Morales on hand to witness. Subject is Ana Amari and we are beginning… now!”

One final press of a button and it began. It began with a loud metallic _KLUNK _that made Rio and Fareeha jump in shock, while Ana let out a muffled, pained screamed, her entire body arching in shock and pain. Teeth gritted as they bit down on the rubber gag, as she began to thrash against her restraints.

And all the while, Mercy narrated the process to her own sense of smug self-satisfaction.

“The brainwashing sequence takes place first, a more harsh process than simple body augmentation. First, a small control disk is surgically implanted onto the forehead of the subject. Not only does this disk look stylish and sexy, but it also houses both the nanobots and their control centre.”

“Ziegler! Angela!” Fareeha raged, practically foaming at the mouth. “What are you doing? ‘Brainwashing’? Are you crazy? Let her go!” Mercy ignored her, eyes fully focused on Ana, her body convulsing violently in her chair.

“Once the disk is properly implanted, nanofiber filaments begin to thread their way through the subject’s brain. These create new neural pathways which allow myself and the Master the ability to alter a subject’s personality and mental capacity in any which way we desire.”

“Angela! ANGELAAAA!!!”

Mercy grunted and rolled her eyes. The histrionics were getting a bit much. “Rio, gag her. I’ve heard enough of this bitch whine for the day.”

Rio obeyed immediately, like the good slut she was, stretching the gag over Fareeha’s mouth and silencing her. All she could do now was watch as her mother was subjected to Mercy’s operation.

“Now, where was I? Oh, yes… Once the filaments have flooded the brain, they begin to travel down the brainstem and spinal column, before blossoming to connect to the rest of the body. From here, the tips of the filaments breakdown into their individual nanobot cells and begin their work of improving and modifying the subject’s body, as per the vision of the subject, the Master, und myself. All they need to trigger is a little… spark!”

With dramatic flare, Mercy pulled the switch, causing electricity to course down from the domed helmet and into Ana’s body. If she was reacting violently to the process before, here she practically flew from the seat of the chair, back fully arched and standing on her toes, as several thousands volts surged through her body. Her pained shrieks were like music to Mercy’s ears, especially accompanied by Fareeha’s pitiful, tearful squalls.

“Pardon me, doctor, but is the voltage really necessary?” Rio asked while Mercy watched everything with wide-eyed glee, rubbing her thighs together. “Couldn’t we just activate them remotely as normal?”

“Why, yes. Yes we could.” Mercy admitted with a crazed smile. “But where would the fun in that be?”

The IVs then began to activate, feeding fluid into Ana’s system as the nanomachines got to work, repairing, duplicating, and constructing cells.”We provide a combination of saline, plasma, as well as a liquid mixture of protein and carbohydrates. All things a body needs to undergo such dramatic changes.” Mercy narrated with glee over the muffled shrieks and screams.

Body still writhing from the pain being inflicted upon her, Ana’s body slowly began to change. It was much more subtle than the transformation that Mercy endured. First, the ravaging effects of age began to reverse themselves, wrinkles and blemishes vanishing, as Ana’s skin grew tighter and more supple. Soon, the side-effects of her long career as a soldier met a similar fate, scar tissue healing itself and returning to normal flesh. While her hair remained white, it also regained the lustre and volume associated with youth, changing from drab grey to a shade of snow white so pearlescent it almost appeared silver. Ana’s figure became fuller and more healthier - extra fat and muscles in all the right spots, with a little extra oomph meant for her chest and rear - as she slowly transformed from an elderly woman into a stunningly beautiful older woman.

However, importantly, her one eye still remained damaged beneath the patch. Mercy liked a woman with a sense of mystery and danger.

The agonizing process took almost twenty minutes from start to finish, with Ana finishing it a shaking wreck, while Fareeha’s righteous rage was running on fumes. Mercy’s engine was just beginning to rev up, however, the devious doctor looking flushed and radiant from watching the erotic procedure and Ana’s startling physical transformation. She went so far as to rub her dripping cunt while Rio busied herself unstrapping Ana from the chair.

Freed from her bindings, Ana bonelessly slid from the chair and flopped to the floor, panting heavily and shivering. Fareeha renewed her rebellion, thrashing against her restraints while muffled cries of “Mother! Mother! Mother” were swallowed by her rubber gag.

Pausing her lewd ministrations, Mercy waited with bated breath for Ana to rise, to witness the mental reprogramming she herself had written. She waited and waited, growing more and more cross as Ana continued to uselessly flop about like a fish on dry land.

Pinching the bridge of her nose, Mercy muttered a curse before barking out. “Enough beauty sleep, slut! Time to get up and declare your love to your Mistress!”

The harshness of Mercy’s tone and words seemed to have the desired effect, as slowly, Ana began to stir, groaning as if waking from a deep sleep. She murmured happily and stretched her limbs, collecting herself and standing up, beaming proudly, happily, and (above all else) slavishly. Her eyes were now a delirious, heated shade of pink, a perfect match for the loving, submissive smile she flashed Mercy.

In the centre of her forehead was a small, silver disk, about the size of a quarter.

“So sorry, Mistress. I was just enjoying the new, youthful body you gave me.” Ana said in a deep, husky voice. Her hands began to run up and down her flawless, smooth teak skin, highlighting her curves, spanking her butt, and cupping her breasts. “It’s better than it ever was and I owe it all to you, Mistress Mercy.”

Mercy’s response to such a staggering success was, all things considered, quite reserved.

“Yes! Yes! Yes! I did it! Hahahahaha! I did it! They laughed at me, call me mad! Well we’ll see who’s mad when I flaunt my hot Egyptian fuckslut around town. Tell me, Ana! Tell me who you are now!”

“You said it yourself, Mistress. I’m your horny fuckslut and Master Rob’s obedient sexslave. You transformed my body and mind to your whims and now I’m yours.”

That was all Mercy needed to hear, as the dam finally broke. Mercy rushed to her new pet and finally lived out her girlhood fantasy of making out with Ana Amari. It was even better than she could have possibly imagined! Who needed love and respect and consent when she could just overlay her own **** fantasies onto her longtime crush? Rob had given Mercy the power and the drive to do whatever she damn well pleased and it felt good to finally have what she wanted. What she deserved…

The two swapped spit for what felt like a small eternity, Mercy exploring every inch of Ana’s new and improved body. She had done a wonderful job, if she could say so herself, turning that old, crusty war hero into a smoking hot, forty-something MILF. Fareeha had fallen silent ever since her mother woke up and offered nothing but slavish praise for Mercy, tears freely streaming down her face as she watched her beloved mother willingly offer her body to this bizarre, perverted version of a woman she once called a mentor.

But just because she had fallen silent, didn’t mean she was forgotten. Holding Ana in her arms, Mercy cast a dangerous look towards Fareeha, twisted machinations forming for what to do with the younger Amari.

“Now, Ana, as a mother, I must imagine you are very disappointed with how your daughter has been acting today.” Mercy said, idly winding Ana’s long braid around a finger.

“Indeed, Mistress.” Ana nodded and frowned, turning to look at Fareeha. “My daughter has been nothing but an arrogant bitch towards her superior. As we all know, slutty brown bitches like us are nothing more than hot pieces of ass meant to serve and fuck, and yet she still had the gall to speak with you in such a manner. I am very disappointed in you, Fareeha!”

Such censure made Fareeha flinch, both from the tone her mother used and with how strange she was acting. A cruel grin came to Mercy’s face, seeing now that almost all the fight had been drained from Fareeha. All that was left was the finishing move.

“Thankfully, I have means to correct such abhorrent behaviour.” Mercy said, then turned to Ana and asked her lover, “Would you like to give me a hand in flushing your daughter’s free will down the toilet?”

Ana’s smile was so radiant and sunny it could give Ra a run for his money.

“Nothing would make me happier, Mistress.”

With jaunty, sauntering steps, Ana made her way to her daughter, forcefully and venomously slamming the helmet over her face. “Now, sit still and be a good girl and Mistress will fix you right up. Then, we can be a nice, big, happy family. Master, Mistress, and a pair of slutty Egyptian sexslaves.”

It was only moments later that Ana pulled the switch and Fareeha was subjected to the same **** procedure her mother had just gone through. It began the same, with the loud KA-THUNK indicating the bolt being slammed into her skull, followed by shrieks of pain as the nanos flowed into her body. The various fluids similarly flowed next, as Fareeha’s body transformed, only hers was far more drastic. Her muscles amped up both in density and definition, particularly among her biceps, shoulders, backs, abs, and thighs. Already blessed with a sexy, daring figure, Fareeha suddenly got a boost in all aspects as her breasts swelled up to match Mercy’s in size and heft, with her hips and ass following in short order.

Not that either Mercy or Ana paid all that much attention to the finer points of Fareeha’s change, as Ana spent the entirety of the process with her face buried in-between Mercy’s thighs.

By the end of it, Pharah looked like a cross between a bodybuilder and a pin-up girl, as she knelt on the floor, free from her bindings, eyes glowing pink with devotion.

“Apologies, Mistress, I just wasn’t thinking straight earlier.” Pharah whined with her tongue lolling out, her voice an even more erotic contralto than her mother’s. “I am pretty stupid, after all, seeing as how my gigantic, slutty titties are bigger than my brain. That’s why I’m so lucky to have you and the Master to tell me what to do. Busty brown cockdolls like me love being ordered around by intelligent, beautiful people like yourself, so please! Help me become the best fuckslut I can possibly be!"

From that point forward, the rest of the day became a blur, as Mercy basked in the unmitigated triumph of her actions. Not only had she proved her technology was the wondrous marvel she thought it would be all those years ago, it’s first proper application had given her the two best sexslaves a woman could want! Mother and daughter now wholly obedient to her (and the Master), with their splendid bodies solely belonging to her (and the Master). She was in heaven!

And the pleasure of elysium was not yet done. With the data she had received from Ana and Pharah, Mercy was sure she could take things to the next level. Maybe not open the technology to the public, but rather put on a more private show for her Master. After all, Rob did have twenty-four young sluts awaiting an upgrade. And they would just be the start. Soon, the world would be the slutty, sexed-up utopia she and Rob dreamed of!

As Mercy nodded off to sleep, sticking with sweat and cuddling her two newest pets, she could almost envision said utopia in her mind’s eye. Envision the praise Master would rain upon her for being the spearhead to make it a reality. Nestling her head atop Pharah’s massive tits, a sleepy smile crossed her face. For a moment, the mad scientist almost looked peaceful and happy, as she dreamed of the world to come.