Your most devout follower yet

"Zoe," you say, wiping your cock on her tensed thigh. "You are my devoted ****. You unreservedly accept that you belong to me, in body, mind, and soul. To you, I am everything: I am physically perfect to an unattainable level; I am brilliant and wonderful in mind and soul; I am greater than every other human, especially yourself, and you will give yourself willingly to my service. Your love and devotion to me exceeds the rest of your wants and desires put together. You see the idea of someone (particular yourself) harming, disrespecting or displeasing me as absolute heresy." You don't need to improve her body - by her own proclamation, she is already on a higher plane than any ordinary woman. So you merely add housekeeping such as activation of this reprogrammable state, before finishing, "unfreeze."

The gold sheen clears from Zoe's eyes, and as they focus on you, she sinks to her knees.

"{if Futa==true}Mistress{else}Master{endif}," she whispers, nude and submissive. "Forgive me for my trespasses against you. I turned you away, I tried to hurt you, I did not show you the respect and worship you deserve. I beg you, allow me to demonstrate my repentance as your ****, and one day earn your forgiveness."

"Yes, Zoe, you can serve me," you say, a satisfied smile tugging at your mouth. "Start by cleaning me off and dressing me."

The former would-be ruler of the world nods obediently, a relieved smile spreading across her face, as she hurriedly licks your penis{if Futa==true} and pussy{endif} clean, swiftly moving on to any other part of your body that was dirtied by your escapade. As she does so, the rest of your slaves set about converting Recoil, Dr Illusion and the rest of Humanity 2.0 for your own purposes. Rachel has to go and retrieve IQ, who it seemed has rubbed herself into a state of rolling incapacitating orgasms from watching your coupling through her scope. Once the super-intelligent girl has recovered, she sets about organising Gemini into a system that rapidly takes the congregation of Humanity 2.0, reprograms them, and assigns them new roles.

When Girl 2.0 has dressed you in your suit, doing her best to smooth out any tiny wrinkle she could find, she kneels next to you, hands on her lap, still baring her gorgeous tits and cum-stained pussy and the rest of her flawless body to the world.

"Okay," you say, gazing at your new **** with a smile as you adjust your cuffs. She gazes back with absolute adoration. "Let's go."

As the purple-haired girl rises to follow you, Rachel stops her, and asks, "Aren't you going to wear something?"

"Well, I believe {if Futa==true}Mistress enjoys seeing my body nude more than she enjoys it clothed." Rachel glances at you, and you give her a crooked smile of affirmation.{else}Master enjoys seeing my body nude more than he enjoys it clothed." Rachel glances at you, and you give an agreeable shrug.{endif}

"And your armour?" persists Rachel.

"I presume my {if Futa==true}mistress will have an outfit created for me that more perfectly matches her{else}master will have an outfit created for me that more perfectly matches his{endif} desires," smiles Zoe cheerfully. "If I am wrong, I will gladly retain my old costume." Again, they both look to you.

"You're not wrong," you sigh. "But keep the old costume anyway. One of the Gemini can carry it."

With a conclusion reached at last, you walk out of the crumbling church, Zoe following close behind you, stark naked, her eyes never wavering from their adoring gaze. Amy is already waiting with your Ferrari's door open, and you step inside. With your permission, Zoe takes the other seat, ready to do anything you ask as you drive away. Behind you, IQ works her magic, dispersing your harem and erasing any evidence of what transpired here. Finally, Missfire gets to have her fun, and transforms the edifice into a raging inferno in mere seconds.