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"Tell me Satie, how would you like to help me further the cause of all mutants? It wouldn't be easy, it would be dangerous but the payoff would be great!"
Pondering my question, Satie was sitting in a corner, hugging her knees as she looked at me. Her eyes were as curious as ever. She looked calm on the outside but I knew that her mind was all over the place. Dressed in her attire of choice, a simple royal blue velvet tank top that was as ever a few inches too short and some soft looking, pale underwear so thin and tight, it kept absolutely no secret as to what was hidden under. She reminded me of some lounging, overgrown teenager, oblivious to the silent yet explosive sexual message she broadcasted across the room.
I guess I would never really get used to see her wear so little clothing around the house. It used to be a constant source of fantasy, imagining all I would do to her once she would allow me the pleasure. And now that this pleasure was a reality, the sight of her quasi-nude attire only kindled my desire even harder. When Satie was nearby, some level of will was always necessary to focus on a conversation rather than on how brutally I wanted to fuck her.
"Well?" I asked, she didn't look like she was about to give me an answer anytime soon.
"I'm thinking." Satie answered with a neutral voice.
Stifling a laugh, I inquired. "What is there to think about? It's a great cause and you're a mutant."
Mutation was commonplace in our day and age, with humanity travelling the stars, exposed to energies and radiations that were alien to our original genetic makeup, it was no wonder that human females occasionally gave birth to offspring that were different from what nature had intended.
Mutation manifested itself through many possible results. Bodily mutations as trivial as oddly pigmented skin, eyes that could see a larger light spectrum, phosphorescent hair. Sometimes, the change went deeper. More fingers, less fingers, altered internal organs, altered limbs. The scope was vast. Psychological mutations were just as frequent but understandably harder to detect. Telepaths, empaths, limited telekinesis, heightened and lessened senses, mutants who could feel and read energy fields.
Satie's mutation was, to the best of my already amazingly vast knowledge, quite unique. Her body carried a cycle of isomorphic hormones which, as I discovered earlier, could be chemically manipulated. I was still in the process of fully understanding the scope and impact of these manipulations. For everything else, Satie was a pure, normal human.
Considering how well hidden her mutation was, What puzzled me was how it had been discovered to begin with. Clinical tests were my best guess for now but who would have asked for them and why? I needed to take a note and investigate this further, time allowing of course.
Satie had no memory of her childhood and no idea where she was from. As far as she knew, her life began in a cage and caged she remained for over twenty years, up to the very day I purchased her and offered her an alternative to abuse, neglect and steel bars.
"You don't really care about the cause." My lovely mutant quipped. "I'm guessing that you figured some way to turn this shining example of philanthropic altruism into a nice little profit. You need my help because without cash, you can't give me my OE juice and you can't buy what's needed to maintain your mechanical sex doll in working order so, you're not really asking me to help mutants, you're asking me to help you. Or us, by proxy."
Satie cocked her head a little bit, wearing that pensive yet adorable look, "Still, I'm trying to count how many times mutantkind did anything for me during that charming period of my life when I was caged like a beast." Satie's head tilted a bit as she adjusted her stare to meet mine. "Which was most of my life if you recall correctly."
I knew where she was getting at but this amused me without end so I let her at it.
Satie was right on all accounts, of course.
My cute little mutant nodded as she took another pause, wild locks of her long, lovely orange hair falling over her shoulder. I noticed how one of her agile hands had slowly drifted toward her underwear. How Satie slowly and delicately rubbed her soft mound without even realizing it. The gesture was executed so casually, no more socially inappropriate to her than twiddling a strand of her hair. This showed just how far sexuality had integrated Satie's life; she was always turned on, a situation I will explain in just a moment.
"Wait, I'm almost there... add this value, carry the four..."
Suddenly abandoning her unconscious fondling game so she might clap her hands together, Satie raised her voice, trying to sound more serious than she obviously was.
"YES! WHAT A COINCIDENCE!!"
"Do tell..." Again, I struggled not to laugh.
Satie sprang up. I couldn't help but notice how her firm tits bounced under the velvet, partly robbing me of my focus on this trainwreck of a conversation. Her nipples pointed mercilessly through the heavenly fabric, begging me to reach out and gently twist them with the tip of my fingers.
"Can you believe that the number of times the mutant community helped me is absolutely, completely equal to the amounts of fucks I give about their cause? What were the odds?"
As I said, a completely different person. The hormone regulation process I engineered for her helped her integrate so much . After I discovered that oxytocin and endorphin could be used to manipulate her isomorphic hormones, I was able to run tests, mild at first but increasing in dosage to know exactly what her boundaries were.
I gathered that left in its natural state, Satie's isomorphic cycle tried to remain "balanced", which was really not socially good for her because without a clear hormonal dominance, she was constantly torn between chaotic and conflicting impulses. This is why Satie had proved so wild and hard to tame in her untreated state. The blood samples I took from her after the very first, intense threesome we shared with Sy were what gave me the idea to positively unbalance her with oxytocin and endorphin.
This first set of tests provided Sy and myself with both interesting academic results and erotic entertainment for the first few days. It allowed us to finally strip Satie of whatever was left of her disruptive behavior and mold her into a more civil and cooperative individual. Oxytocin and endorphin, through a chemical compound we came to call "OE juice", shaped her isomorphic hormones so they would put her natural combativeness to sleep. This made Satie more, calm, cuddling, generally lovable and of course, more willing to be fucked as often as I wanted her, which was pretty much every day.
From a purely objective perspective, there was nothing for me to complain about. No more half naked teasing, I was free to rip those annoying, skimpy garments from her anytime I pleased and take her however I liked. Soft, hard, fast or slow, Satie never said no. Which should have been a warning of things to come, but the problem is that thinking with your genitals makes you into a very poor scientist.
Science projects. Nothing ever plays out the way you like.
After a few days being content with never saying no, Satie started feeling increased craving.
No, not for OE juice.
