Episode 6 Flashback, Flashpoint
Quantum Cybernetics HQ, 2 Years Earlier.
Payge Thralesworth gazed down at the innocent face looking up from between her legs, a soft smile gracing her lips. She felt her short, tight skirt bunched up around her waist, exposing the tan skin of her thighs. Her matching white panties lay crumpled on the ground beside them.
"You are so adorable," Payge said affectionately.
Bathed in the muted light of Ms. Thralesworth's private office, Ember, an intriguing twenty-something, knelt, poised and attentive. Her current situation was far from what she had anticipated when volunteering to become a test subject.
The "interview" was not at all like she expected. She had checked a box on her employment application that she was willing to be a test subject for such implants. It was said, this implant would increase her typing speed as well as accuracy.
The procedure had been painless. They had given her a tiny implant nestled at the base of her skull, then asked her to sit in a reclining dias beneath a gargantuan machine that had tendrils of energy emanating from it. Then she remembered the feeling of warmth and connection as the tendrils of energy began to wrap around her.
A series of unrelated tasks followed the session with the Neurofusion Unit. Instead of the typing test she had anticipated, Ember found herself asked to address Payge formally as Ms. Thralesworth, crawling on the floor, even reverently kissing her superior's feet. The culmination was hiking up Ms. Thralesworth's skirt and removing her underwear - nothing could have been simpler. She felt her worries slip away. It was so easy to follow these instructions.
Next came the request to kiss and caress Ms. Thralesworth's pussy - another easy task. With every delicate touch and gentle gesture, Ember felt the tension wane as the pressure to perform ebbed away. She was visibly relaxing, knowing her speed and accuracy might not even be tested. Her nervousness was replaced by an oddly comforting tranquility. Obedience came so naturally, a soothing rhythm guiding her through the unanticipated journey.
There was a magnetic aura around Payge, pulling Ember in like a celestial body yielding to gravity. The soft cadence of her voice lulled Ember, making her feel like she would do anything Payge asked of her. Not out of fear, but a strange, hypnotic admiration. Each word wove a spell, binding her in silent complicity. Ember, the ethereal vision from the secretarial pool, was content to listen and obey.
Her twenty-two-year-old sensibilities were rich with gothic undertones that accented rather than overshadowed her youthful innocence. Her hair, an inky waterfall crowned with Betty Paige-style bangs, offered a stark contrast against her porcelain complexion. The occasional glint of the delicate butterfly tattoo on her shoulder and the shimmer of her nose piercing caught the muted light, punctuating her youthful vigor with a hint of tasteful defiance.
Ember was clad in a summer dress the shade of a stormy sky, its hem barely grazing her knees. Ember was the epitome of youthful innocence with a twist of gothic allure. Beneath the dress, a tantalizing hint of lacy stockings and garters added an intriguing edge. Her feet were shod in striking red strappy high-heeled sandals - Jimmy Choo knock-offs - the vibrant color offsetting her otherwise monochrome ensemble. Her attire was a masterclass in discretion, revealing nothing inappropriate, yet suggesting plenty.
As Ember gazed up at Payge, a soft smile played on her lips. A subtle nod from her superior was all the validation she sought. Leaning forward, she continued to gently kiss Payge's warm folds, the musky scent of the older woman's arousal deepening the inexplicable bond that was forming between them.
Ember's thoughts, usually clear and focused, became muddled as the power of Thralesworth's suggestions took hold. She was acutely aware this was not her idea, yet she couldn't fathom the notion of refusing. The act felt different, separate from her identity, because it was done at Payge's behest.
Payge's fingertips gently caressed the volunteer's cheek, tracing a delicate trail along her jawline. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as their eyes locked, a magnetic pull drawing them closer. Payge pulled her up until their lips brushed against each other, the kiss a hint of forbidden pleasure.
Ember's heart fluttered in her chest as Thralesworth's gentle touch graced her cheek. A warm sensation spread through her body, accompanied by a sense of comfort and trust. Payge's words of praise and endearment echoed in her mind, filling her with a profound desire to please.
The girl leaned in to receive the kiss. Driven by a deep sense of trust and admiration for the enigmatic woman before her, confusion mingled with a willingness as she sought to comply with Ms. Thralesworth's commands. Though her desires and preferences remained unchanged, she found herself succumbing to Payge's request, knowing it was what Payge wanted.
If asked about her sexual orientation or why she had engaged in the intimate moment with Payge, the volunteer would respond, "Oh, that's different. Payge asked me to. It wasn't my idea." In her mind, obedience and compliance were intertwined with a desire to please, and the thought of questioning or resisting Payge's request didn't occur to her.
Payge pressed her fingers against the young woman's temple, her breathing heavy with pleasure as she guided the damsel's head back into her pelvis. Payge moved her hips, grinding the girl's face against her pulsing clit. She moaned and grabbed the back of the secretary's head with both hands, pushing her deeper and deeper against her moist slit as her arousal built up.
The girl lapped up all of Payge's arousal as she allowed her to be taken over by the sensations. Payge could feel her hands trembling from the pleasure and excitement this experience was providing her.
Payge pulled the girl up again and kissed her deeply, their tongues exploring each other's mouths. Payge's hands cupped the girl's face possessively as she enjoyed the unique flavor of herself on this woman's tongue. Ms. Threlesworth pulled back and looked her in the eyes. "Do you like how this feels?" She said breathlessly.
The girl, fully under Payge's control, nodded eagerly.
Ms. Thralesworth loved tasting herself on the lips of these nubile ingenues. These sweet little morsels from the secretarial pool made her lips curl into a smile of delight each time she saw a blushing face after they had pleasured her. Payge grinned and pulled her in for another kiss before pushing her head back down between her legs. She grasped the girl's face with both hands and helped her explore every inch of her wetness. The girl complied diligently, licking and sucking on every part of Payge's silky crevice she directed her to.
Payge moaned louder and louder as the pleasure intensified. She arched her back and spread her legs further apart, allowing the girl to move deeper and deeper into her. She pushed against her tongue, grinding her hips against her lips as she felt an inevitable orgasm coming on.
"Oh, God, yes!" she screamed out, her body trembling with pleasure. She held onto the girl's head for support and felt the pleasure building up inside her. Then, with one weakening thrust and 100 tiny spasms, she came apart as her body was wracked with the most intense bliss imaginable.
Afterward, Payge pulled the girl up and enfolded her in her arms until both their breathing had returned to normal. She hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead. "That was incredible, Em" she whispered.
"Thank you, Ms. Thralesworth," the girl responded with a contented smile.
Thralesworth smiled back at her and cradled her in her arms until both of them were ready to go again. The Cybernetic Neurofusion Unit had done an excellent job in rendering the girl compliant to her every command. In this enhanced state of suggestibility, the volunteer's sense of self remained intact, yet her actions were guided by the desires and expectations of the person in the room with her. And for that, Payge was grateful, because nothing could quite compare to such unique and exquisite pleasure.
