Bisexual Tendril Machine Ep 03

Episode 3 The Automandroid

Mistress Payge introduces Penelope to the pleasures of servitude.

Penelope felt a surge of relief flood through her when the android released her from the clutches of the Tendril Machine, as if a heavy weight had been lifted from her shoulders. But the sense of liberation was short-lived, as Mistress Payge's demand for her to demonstrate obedience echoed through her ears.

"Stand, Penelope," Mistress Payge ordered.

Without hesitation, Penelope rose in obedience. Transformed, she was no longer Penelope, the defiant captive. She was now a vessel, a toy for her mistress to play with.

"Leave us," she commanded, dismissing the android from the room. Kyle moved to follow in somber obedience. Mistress Payge halted him with a raised hand. "No, you stay," she was taunting him now. "I want you to witness firsthand how easily I can make my desires her desires."

Mistress Payge studied Penelope, the callous glaze in her eyes reflecting a perverse satisfaction. Her newfound slave was indeed beautiful. But was she smart? Was she compliant? Mistress Payge commanded, her words clear and harsh in the soundless chamber.

"Kneel before me." Mistress Payge noticed a hint of hesitation, but Penelope did so, lowering herself until she was kneeling directly in front of her mistress. Penelope's eyes were at the level of her Mistess' sex.

"Confess your obedience to me."

Penelope shivered one last time and, in a hushed voice, surrendered, "I obey Mistress Payge."

"Beautiful, pet." Mistress Payge's voice was now the most melodious sound Penelope had ever heard. She would do anything for that voice.

"Kiss the hem of my gown." Penelope instantly obeyed. There was no reluctance as she pressed her lips against the black, futuristic material and sweetly kissed.

"Now, you will learn to serve me." Mistress Payge purred. "Strut for me. I want to watch you walk. Be sexy, Penelope."

Penelope paraded herself for Mistress Payge. Hips swaying seductively, she even managed to jiggle her tight buttocks and tiny titties for her Mistress.

"Now--Crawl."

Conflicting emotions churned within Penelope as she stood there, uncertainty warring with her fading sense of self. A part of her still clung to the remnants of her true identity, the flickering ember of resistance that refused to be extinguished. But the irresistible influence of the machine and Mistress Payge's programming compelled her to comply, even as a voice deep within whispered that it was against everything she believed in.

With a heavy heart and a sense of resignation, Penelope sank to her knees. Her body moved mechanically, following the commands ingrained within her. But as her knees touched the ground, a spark of defiance ignited within her. She couldn't ignore the nagging feeling that she was betraying herself, that she was relinquishing her autonomy to a force that sought to control her every move.

In that moment of disobedience, Ever-Penelope's mind raced, desperately searching for a way to break free from the constraints that bound her. She yearned to reclaim her agency, to defy Mistress Payge's dominion over her thoughts and actions. Deep down, she knew that her ever-self still fought to emerge from the shackles of the automaton state.

But be that as it may, Penelope obeyed. She began to crawl in circles around the evil vixen-bitch, her ass swaying gracefully. her hands and knees scraped against the amazingly warm floor as she circled the room.

Mistress Payge leered appreciatively and waved to the android, yet again, "My throne, please."

Then to Penelope, she intoned, "return and kneel."

Her senses were being overwhelmed. Ever-Penelope was sobbing deep inside, her psyche traumatized by the lewd display she had already performed for Mistress Payge. She remembered acutely the feeling of embarrassment as her hands had moved of their own will to torment her into a self stimulated series of orgasms.

Mistress Payge spoke again, "Welcome to my hacker squad. As members, we all have duties and roles to play. Within Citadel Manor, you are my slave, pure and simple. But outside the citadel, you are my personal assistant."

Penelope felt a glimmer of hope. She would have some autonomy outside the citadel, apparently.

Her mistress continued, "...and my companion. My devoted lover. We will pose as the ultimate lesbian power couple."

As Mistress Payge revealed her plans to Penelope, the weight of the situation settled upon her shoulders. The notion of posing as Mistress Payge's lover, in a facade of a lesbian relationship, sent a shiver down Penelope's spine. It added another layer of servitude, a role that clashed with her own true desires and identity.

A mixture of fear and unease gripped Penelope as she contemplated the implications of this new directive. The thought of betraying her own sexual orientation and feigning a relationship with her captor as a pretense to carry out Mistress Payge's diabolical schemes distressed her.

She contemplated the sacrifices she would have to make. Wrestling with the complex tendrils of destiny, she considered possible outcomes. She needed to survive and find a way to dismantle Mistress Payge's plans from within. That's when Ever-Penelope saw a glimmer of promise emerging from the turmoil. She recognized the opportunity that this facade presented--a chance to gain deeper insight into Mistress Payge's operations, to gather intelligence that could aid their resistance efforts. She knew that playing this role, however distasteful, might be a necessary means to an end.

As she stared into Mistress Payge's eyes, Ever-Penelope made a silent promise to herself. She would use her position to find the weaknesses in Mistress Payge's diabolic organization and exploit them.

And so, In that pivotal moment, Ever-Penelope prepared to watch herself assume the role of Mistress Payge's lover, knowing that her true purpose remained steadfast--to dismantle the tendril machine's web of control and manipulation, to preserve the essence of her genuine love and connections, her ever-self, and to fight for a future where she could once more be free.

And as Penelope knelt before her Mistress, she realized the battle for her ever-self had only just begun, and she was determined to emerge victorious against all odds.

"A successful; ruse takes practice," Mistress Payge began. "And you are going to get plenty of that, my sweetness. Let's begin. Stand and kiss me. We must be convincing, pour all your love into this kiss."

As they moved closer, Penelope's heart raced, her mind grappling with the intensity of the moment. Penelope felt a strange, unfamiliar sensation surge through her as she moved her lips closer to Mistress Payge. When their lips met, there was an unexpected tenderness that took her by surprise. Her mind was foggy, as if in a dream, trying to rationalize why she was standing here, looking into the magnificent, piercing eyes of her captor.

Her body acted of its own accord, lifting her hands to cradle the back of the Mistress' neck as their lips met. It was a fleeting moment, but within that exchange, she sensed the potential for emotional connection, in spite of the web of control.

Penelope felt a warmth course through her that she seldom experienced; the kind of pleasure which can make the knees weak. It felt foreign, yet was still familiar, and while the disconnect shocked her, her body clearly had no hesitation.

Mistress Payge responded eagerly and pulled Penelope closer as their kiss intensified. Penelope felt her skin flush with fear, then shock--arousal even. She felt her Mistress expertly part her lips with her tongue and let out a desperate moan into the back of her throat as Payge's hands stroked her tender jaw line to her ears.

Lifting her hands from Penelope's face, Mistress Payge placed them on her shoulders, and began to explore her body as their mouths moved together. Penelope felt her belly flutter with anticipation as they moved closer together. She felt a warmth inside her begin to build and spread, eliciting little gasps and moans as Mistress caressed her skin.

Penelope's eyes closed and her breathing became heavy. Her heart raced faster and faster with each touch of Mistress Payge. The sweetness of the kiss, though cloaked in the confines of a ruse, sparked a realization within Ever-Penelope. She understood that her body's ability to authentically convey affection would be crucial in maintaining the illusion and furthering their agenda. It was a bittersweet revelation, as she recognized that she still felt everything her body felt. Would she be subsumed if she embraced her body's role? Could she walk the fine line between genuine emotion and emotionless observation?

As the moment ended, Penelope's mind buzzed with a mix of conflicting thoughts and emotions. She felt Mistress Payge's hands loosening her clothing. Removing her Blouse, she smiled approvingly; there was no bra beneath it. Her shoes, stockings, Mistress peeled her tight blue jeans as easily as she peeled a banana, leaving her in her panties.

She recognized the inherent danger in becoming entangled in Mistress Payge's fabricated intimacy, aware that her true desires and identity were far removed from this performance. Yet, she also found herself wanting it.

"You may remove my attire."

Penelope's breath caught in her throat as she turned. She was topless, wearing only her panties. She felt helpless under Mrs. Payges gaze. And Kyle was style watching from the side of the tendril machine.

'How could he be so duplicitous?' she thought. That wasn't in his nature. Then she remembered the machine. It had forced her to masturbate in front of them both. He had been forced, just as she was being forced to undress Mistress Payge.

Shakily, Penelope knelt before her, a mixture of determination and concern etching lines onto her youthful face. Her hands trembled as they touched the soft fabric, she carefully lifted the hem of Payge's dress, the fabric seemed to almost melt away revealing the skin beneath. She could feel her mistress's gaze upon her, pulling her in and making her move faster. Her movements were deft, peeling the dress up in haste, desiring to serve and please as quickly as possible. However, her speed only seemed to irritate her mistress.

"Slow down, Penelope," Payge's voice, previously calm and comforting, now carried a hint of restrained anger. Penelope paused momentarily, offering a quick, apologetic smile before returning to her task.

"Learn to savor the expectation, my dear. There is no hurry."

Taking a deep breath, Penelope continued to peel away the dark obsidian material from her mistress's body. Once the black dress had helped slightly, the full beauty of her mistress was now on full display.

Beginning with Mistress Payge's toned and shapely legs, Penelope traced the skin with her fingertips, savoring each curve and indent of her mistress' glorious limbs. Marveling at the light sprinkling of freckles that seemed to enhance her perfection. The softness of her skin was like velvet beneath her fingertips, hinting at the pleasure that lay ahead. Slowly, Penelope stroked her mistress's thighs before heading to her groin, awestruck every step of the way. Her mistress's jewel glistened in the faint light, an intoxicating combination of sweet bouquets and arousal that Penelope couldn't help but inhale greedily.

With the same gentle care, Penelope moved on to her mistress's voluptuous hips, savoring the perfect curves. The exotic allure of her pussy drew her fingertips gently to the apex between her legs. Penelope shivered in anticipation, desire was stirring within her despite herself.

Alighting upon her mistress's stomach, Penelope finally drew the strange dress from her top half. Her large, round breasts stood out proudly from her body, the nipples becoming increasingly harder the closer Penelope got. Tracing her fingertips over the soft, supple peaks, Penelope explored every contour and shape of her body with an incredible attention to detail. She adored her mistress's curves, the way her body seemed to give off such incredible femininity and sexuality.

Finally, Penelope reached her mistress's neck and chin, caressing the delicate skin with her fingertips. The feel of her cheeks, jawline, and lips, all filled Penelope with an overpowering desire to please her mistress. Penelope's fingers memorized every inch of her mistress's face, from her careworn brow to her strong jawline. Penelope let out a sigh as she pulled away, her body and even her ever-soul now full of worship for her mistress and her formidable beauty.

With the dress finally laying in a much-too-small pool on the floor, Penelope let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. She tried to fight back the confusing sensations that were coursing through her body, hypnotized by her mistress's beauty, unable to deny the strange desire that was slowly taking over her entire body. Her head spun, her thoughts jumbled, blurring reality and dream.

Penelope stood before her breathtaking mistress and unconsciously stepped closer. The teasing touches and the occasional whispers sent her head spinning as Penelope clad only in her panties trembled in the heat of her mistress's embrace.

"Forever, you will be mine," Mistress whispered, her breath hot in her ear. "And forever, your body will yearn for me. No man or woman will ever be a match for me."

Penelope felt her skin burn at her mistress's words, her mind a tangle of conflicting emotions. On one hand, she yearned for freedom, desired the escape from this prison of mind and body she felt herself to be in. But at the same time, the power of Payge's presence seemed to wrap around her, soothing and calming her. She couldn't bring herself to stand against it.

The Goddess seemed pleased, running her hands over Penelope's body in a way that made the young woman blush. She felt like her body was now a canvas for her mistress to explore.

She glanced up at her mistress, a soft smile playing on her lips. All the while, her eyes were locked on the other woman's, her heart pounding inside her chest. The whole ordeal merely a prelude to what was to follow.

Sensing her confusion, Mistress Payge grinned maliciously and stepped behind Penelope, her hands reaching around Penelope's neck, her fingers wrapping around the vulnerable flesh. She leaned in close, her lips brushing against Penelope's ear as she whispered breathily.

"You know what to do. I want you to get down on your knees and lick my pussy. Show me you love me as a lesbian lover would."

Penelope felt her body responding to Mistress Payge's command. She lowered herself to her knees, tongue licking over Payge's inner thighs, moving ever nearer to the prize. Her mouth watering, her arousal building, she inched closer.

Finally, her tongue met its destination, pressing into Mistress Payge's folds and explored her mysteries. Penelope felt her body trembling as the pleasure coursed through her veins, an invisible bond rising between them.

Her tongue moved in curious circles, licking and flicking, an expedition into her mistress's sex as if it was a foreign landscape. Penelope ran her fingers through Mistress Payge's neatly trimmed thatch of hair, letting out a soft moan as she nuzzled her.

Lost in the moment, the bliss overwhelmed her. There was a final break with her ever-self. This was what she was meant to do. This was her true purpose. To serve her mistress.

This was her thought when Mistress Payge began to come, flooding her mouth with her sweet juices. A bubbling spring released by the skill of her curious tongue.

Mistress Payge lifted her to her feet again. "Come, follow, my lovely. Let me show you to your new home."

Meekly, Penelope followed Mistress Payge down the dimly lit hallway, the air heavy with the echoes of their footsteps. The hallway stretched before them, seemingly endless, until they reached the door at the end, her door.

Mistress Payge unlocked it with a click, revealing a room beyond. As they step inside, the room exuded a disquieting aura, its walls adorned with dark tapestries and intricate artwork, hinting at hidden meanings and forbidden desires. Soft, ambient light glowed from the walls and ceiling casting warm hues across the space, creating an erotic atmosphere that seemed out of place with the rest of the citadel.

A plush bed, draped in rich fabrics, dominated the center of the room, beckoning with promises of comfort and intimacy. Intricate patterns and textures adorned the furnishings. A small table in the corner held a delicate vase of freshly picked flowers; their fragrance mingled with the faint scent of incense that permeated the room.

This private sanctuary invited Penelope to shed her inhibitions and embrace the possibilities that lie within. In its ambiance, she reflected on the duality of her own emotions, examining the labyrinthine journey she was embarking upon. It was a space where truths could be revealed, and where the complexities of desire and love could be explored without judgment.

After guiding Penelope into the intimate room, Mistress Payge lingered for a moment, her eyes filled with a mixture of tenderness and intrigue. As the soft glow of the room illuminated their faces, she reached out to Penelope, gently cupping her cheek with a delicate touch.

"Goodnight, my dear Penelope," Mistress Payge murmured, her voice carried a hint of genuine affection. "May your dreams be filled with the promise of the journey that awaits us."

A gentle smile curved Mistress Payge's lips as she leaned forward. When their lips met, she could taste herself fresh and tart on Penelope's lips. The momentary embrace that held within it the complexities of their burgeoning affection and power imbalance.

As their lips parted, Mistress trailed her fingers trailing along Penelope's cheek before releasing her from their embrace. She stepped back and allowed the significance of their connection to settle into the space between them.

Without a parting glance, Mistress Payge turned, her footsteps fading as she left Penelope to contemplate the confusing moment they shared. The door locked behind her, providing a moment of solitude for Penelope to gather her thoughts and contemplate her feelings for her new lover. She sat on the edge of the bed gazing into the distance, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts and sensations. She peeled off her panties and slept, awaiting her mistress' pleasure.

Kyle meets the Automandroid.

Meanwhile, Mistress Payge retraced her steps to the laboratory. Her mind swirled tumultuously with thoughts of the intricate web she has woven. The allure of Penelope's presence lingered, a flicker of humanity within the depths of her scheming mind. The sweetness of Penelope's kiss remained on her lips, an unexpected harbinger of the future. Turning her attention toward continuing Kyle's training, Mistress Payge took a deep, slow breath and prepared herself for the next exercise of control.

Mistress Payge entered the tendril machine room, her presence commanding and calculating. There, she found Kyle waiting, patiently waiting, his posture submissive, his eyes filled with trepidation. Without a word, she motioned for him to follow, and they made their way down a long, bare, dimly lit hallway to a plain door, devoid of any embellishments or adornments. It was a stark contrast to the opulence found in Mistress Payge's chambers.

The door swung open; it was Kyle's cell. The cell of tormented dreams. The cell where his ever-soul wept the night before he was forced to kidnap Penelope. Spartan and sparse, the chamber was cool, the air still. Aglow with ambient lighting, the walls and ceiling of the chamber were adorned with the same luminescent panels that graced every other room Kyle had encountered within the labyrinthian citadel. The floor was unadorned, its surface polished but lacking any intricate designs. A simple bed, yet another datadias, draped in plain linens, dominated the space.