I felt my legs grow weak. Sy was winning me over and she knew it.
Satie's tongue busied itself deeper in my mouth, her breathing was growing faster as her hands aggressively sought my body. Her constant moaning remained barely audible over Sy's overly enthusiastic voice. Both were trying their best to convince me, one with her words, the other with her body.
"Pretty please?!" Sy insisted. "Just by looking at you I know that you want to tear it from her body. I know how you won't be satisfied until you discover just how well this soft new outfit will obey your destructive impulses. You want to brutally tear it down and fuck her until she screams. Wouldn't you like to try? I'm sure Satie's perfectly OK with that!"
"But the mission..." I had to wrest my mouth away from Satie so I could say these words. My voice was so unconvincing, Sy didn't even let me finish.
"Twenty two minutes, give or take fifteen seconds. This is how much time I will need to make another one exactly like the one she's wearing. All the necessary info has been compiled, it's only a matter of redoing the same steps. The fabric is already printed. I could do it in my sleep, if I ever slept at all, which I don't so the saying is wasted, BUT, you still need at least half an hour to prep the shuttle. We can afford it, no harm comes to the mission."
This prompted me to feel around once more, teasing the warm fabric with my free hand. No matter where I touched Satie, the feel was heavenly, nothing less than a growing temptation, a velvet shell to encourage the consumption of Satie's longing body.
"And what about the time spent... before you make her a her outfit?" I asked. I didn't care for the answer, Sy was already winning me over but I was curious to hear.
Sy fidgeted so bad, it was hard to convince myself she wasn't human.
"It won't take long! Just a quickie! Both of us on her all at once and we do as much as we can in as little time as we can! You know, like a game! The soft maiden taken brutally? Without mercy? We can take our time and pick up where we left when we come back!"
She really did sound like a little girl asking a parent for a special permission.
Satie abandoned my mouth, backing up just enough so her eyes could meet mine and give me an expectant look. The poor girl trembled more than ever. Even though I wasn't stimulating her anymore, her moaning didn't stop.
This worried me. Her moans were getting intensely uneven. The mere prospect of what could happen was making Satie lose her mind. It could be an indication that her system was starting to collapse into neural shock, reacting to what her brain perceived as a possible source of the hormones she needed so badly. At this point, I was most likely pushing her too close to her breakdown threshold, teasing her with a release I was not yet giving her. Satie's whole body was panicking from the overwhelming chemical dependency, begging for the sweet, releasing orgasms that would once again unleash streams of OE through her system.
Nothing less than a chemically induced nymphomaniac.
We could do it, technically. Getting to Cloreps would take long enough, a quick fuck before we left for the mission would give her so little OE, she would remain stable a while and be starved again by the time we got there.
But what if we couldn't keep it to a quick fuck? What if we indulged in the glory of Satie's body for hours on end and completely sated her?
My stare travelled down from Satie's flushed cheeks, quickly hovering over her erect nipples and landed on the lovely velvet triangle below her lower abdomen.
There was no longer any point in resisting, the battle was lost. It took just about every bit of will left in me not to take her all at once.
I chose to play with this situation and see how far I could stretch Satie's will before she threatened to snap. If there was a moment to test how far her breakdown threshold was, it was now.
The cruel scientist, if you will.
"I'm sorry ladies, no matter how much I agree with you, I must deny Satie her pleasure. Sex would be compromising for our little girl next door, no matter how bad I want to fuck her right now."
Taking a very long moment to strip Satie down with my eyes, I allowed my words to sink in. The effect was devastating on both my girls. Satie's arms dropped, she was about to cry. Sy was facing a situation that was completely new to her and her systems were working overclock to try and find a solution, an argument to convince me. I wonder if this made her appreciate all the little philosophy sessions we shared together.
Riding the momentum, I went on.
"Just look at her, so vulnerable and beautiful, moaning and trembling, yearning to be fucked by the impossibly hard member I keep hidden in here. A shame we have to refuse her."
My words tortured them even further as I comically rubbed my crotch. The look on Satie's face was priceless, her need looked almost painful.
Turning the knife in the wound was all I could do at this point.
"The mission is what matters. Satie's isomorphs are getting just right where I want them. Her corporal need for endorphin and oxytocin is rising every hour and this makes her hornier, more willing and more desirable. Just what we need to distract our bad guy."
Centering her focus through an impossible feat of restraint, Satie took a deep breath and tried to speak her part.
"But oxytocin and endorphin make me cuddly and horny..."