Use the conditioning to try an bring Marcus onside

You let the last shred of resistance dissolve. Your hands slide forward across the cold tile until you're on all fours, crawling toward Marcus like something broken and ****. The movement makes your breasts sway heavily, and you hear yourself whimper.

"Please," you breathe, reaching his shoes and looking up the length of his body. "Please, I need... I need to serve you. Let me make you feel good. I'll do anything you want. Please."

The words taste like ashes even as your body floods with anticipation. You press your cheek against his thigh, nuzzling like a cat, your hands sliding up his calves. You can feel him through the fabric of his slacks, hard and ready, and your mouth waters.

"Please let me suck your cock," you hear yourself beg. "I need it. I need you to use me."

Marcus goes very still. His hand comes down, fingers threading through your hair, and for one terrible, hopeful moment you think he's going to give you what this body is screaming for. But instead he grasps firmly and pulls your head back, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Stop," he says quietly.

The command cuts through the fog. You freeze, trembling, still on your knees with your face inches from his crotch.

"You're trying to manipulate me," Marcus continues, and there's something almost sad in his voice. "You think if you give me what I want, I'll help you. Give you information. Maybe leave a door unlocked." His grip tightens in your hair. "I've seen this before. Subject Three tried the same thing. She ended up in restraints for the psychological reconditioning phase."

He releases you and steps back, and the loss of his proximity makes you actually whimper. He picks up his tablet again, tapping notes with mechanical precision.

"The conditioning is extremely strong," he says, speaking to the camera now. "Subject demonstrates full submissive response cascade with minimal stimulus. However, higher cognitive function remains active beneath the programming. Subject is attempting strategic compliance rather than genuine behavioral integration."

He looks back down at you, still kneeling there with your thighs wet and your chest heaving. "Stand up, Amanda. We're going to do this properly. I need you to perform a series of cognitive tests, and then Dr. Voss wants to see you personally. She's finishing with the client now."

The mention of Dr. Voss sends a complicated shudder through you - fear mixed with that same terrible, eager anticipation.

"The client?" you manage, your voice rough.

Marcus's expression closes off. "The person who paid for both transfers. They're here to inspect the merchandise before final delivery." He gestures toward a chair in the corner. "Sit. We'll start with spatial reasoning and memory retention tests."

You try to stand, but your legs are shaking so badly you nearly fall. The rejection, the denial of what your body is screaming for, it's almost physically painful. Marcus doesn't offer to help you up.