you decide to Move to the security wing to discuss with Commander Athena how transformation-infused tactical gear could enhance her team's capabilities while the others stay to coordinate things on you way out you give heather a reward by kicking her in the face causing her to convulse on the flour in a massive orgasm which causes the others to sneer at her and hurl more verbal abuse creating a feedback loop causing the orgasm to last for 8 hours
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You rise from the tangle of bodies, your enhanced physique gleaming with a light sheen of sweat. "I need to discuss tactical applications with Commander Athena," you announce, pulling on a robe that Felicia hastily offers.
"Of course, Mistress," Victoria responds, her business mind still processing the luxury brand concept. "I'll begin drafting marketing projections immediately."
On your way out, you pause by Heather's kneeling form. "Look at me, thing," you command.
Heather raises her violet eyes, her pearlescent skin quivering with anticipation. When she meets your gaze, you deliver a swift, calculated kick to her face. Rather than causing injury, the impact triggers something in her transformation—her entire body convulses as she collapses to the floor, her back arching impossibly as waves of pleasure visibly pulse through her body.
"Pathetic," Maxine sneers, adjusting her glasses as she observes the phenomenon with scientific interest. "Look how it comes from just a kick."
"That's all you're good for," Victoria adds, her voice dripping with contempt. "A worthless cum rag that orgasms from abuse."
Heather's moans intensify as the verbal assault continues, the fabric of her reverse bunnysuit glowing brightly, creating a feedback loop between the humiliation and her pleasure response.
"Fascinating," Maxine notes clinically. "The infused fabric is creating a sustained feedback loop. This orgasm could last for hours."
You leave them to their abuse of Heather, making your way through Victoria's mansion toward the security wing. The corridors are patrolled by members of the Security Collective, each Amazon nodding respectfully as you pass.
Commander Athena stands in the central security hub, her powerful frame commanding attention as she reviews tactical displays. Her raven hair is pulled back in a severe ponytail, her tactical uniform showcasing both her muscular build and generous curves.
"Mistress," she acknowledges, straightening to her full impressive height. "How may I serve you?"
"We've made a breakthrough," you explain, gesturing for her to follow you to a more private area of the security wing. "The twins have developed a method to infuse transformation energy into fabric."
Athena's eyes widen slightly, the tactical implications immediately apparent to her enhanced mind. "You're suggesting we incorporate this into our combat gear?"
"Precisely," you confirm, sitting in a plush chair as Athena remains standing at parade rest. "Imagine tactical uniforms that enhance strength during combat situations, or stealth suits that actually improve the wearer's ability to move silently."
"The strategic advantage would be considerable," Athena acknowledges, her mind already racing through applications. "We could create specialized gear for different mission parameters—enhanced perception for reconnaissance, increased strength for direct engagement, accelerated healing for medical units."
"What would you prioritize for immediate development?" you ask, studying her reaction.
Athena considers for a moment, her tactical mind weighing options. "Enhanced reaction time would provide the greatest immediate advantage across all combat scenarios. Secondary priority would be strength enhancement for close-quarters engagement."
"Have your team compile detailed specifications," you order. "Work with the twins to develop prototypes immediately."
"As you command, Mistress," Athena responds, already reaching for her tactical tablet to begin the process.