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Amy sighed, the last month had been painful for her. As a professional dominatrix she normally had stable long term clients, a careful selection of subs she curated and kept tabs on. Two of them had fallen off the face of the planet it seemed and another had sent her a message asking what she thought of the PL-345-UR3 Collective and would she provide a recommendation for them to it. She put her face in her hands, the curls of her auburn hair dangling around her face. She’d just gotten off a call with one of her fellow dominatrices and the situation was much the same. Ever since the damnable store “The Gynoid’s Toybox” had opened under the auspices of the so-called PL-345-UR3 Collective things seemed to have been going downhill for all of them.
A sound from the door caught her attention, someone had slipped a flyer under the threshold. She walked over and picked it up tearing it in half in frustration as she spotted the now familiar logo of PL-345-UR3 on it. She threw the halves at her recycle bin next to her desk. The sound of another something being slid under her door caught her ire. She stormed over ready to tear yet another flyer to bits. She picked up the envelope that stuck out at her.
The envelope was addressee directly to her, with her full true name on it. This surprised her as that was generally something kept between herself, the government, and her mother. Stamped on the envelope in black wax was the seal of The PL-345-UR3 collective. Amy tore it open with a letter opener that had been a gift of the sub, one of her favorites, that had asked for the recommendation. She was furious, they dared to approach her after stealing away her livelihood!?
Her emerald green eyes scanned the letter, her ferocity chilling into an icy resolve. She was still frustrated and angry, but no longer in the mood to take a sub to the point of their safe-word multiple times. When she got like this she tried to avoid working, as it ruined the bond of trust a sub and domme had. The letter itself was addressed to her personally but via her working name: ‘Scarlet Whip’, so whomever at that infernal place had written the letter knew quite a bit about her.
Dear Scarlet Whip,
The PL-345-UR3 Collective extends its most sincere greetings and salutations to such an esteemed colleague in the field of kink and pleasure. We hope this letter finds you well.
Amy snorted in derision, they knew damned well it hadn’t. They couldn’t be that ignorant. She kept reading.
As you may be aware the landscape of kink and pleasure is undergoing a transformation. You have, no doubt, been inundated with potential new clients, while at the same time finding old ones cutting off long term relationships. We understand this is no doubt quite alarming and frustrating.
She rolled her eyes, but they were right. Her inbox was full of the sort of clients she’d never take in a million years, people that were pretending at BDSM. Folks that didn’t know a thing about it, and were just tourists in the kink. She avoided them because they were toxic, and most didn’t want to understand the dynamics of trust that formed the core of the kink. She doubted a single one of them understood that in her relationships, despite appearances, the sub was in complete control. A sub could say their safe word and everything had to stop, she did nothing that was not consented to. Either way she kept reading, maybe they had more than vacuous words for her.
We would like to extend an offer to meet this coming Monday. It is our sincere belief that your unique skill set has a place here in The PL-345-UR3 Collective. However, we understand if you find yourself hostile to this entreaty. Whatever you may choose please understand that the offer will remain open indefinitely.
Sincerely,
Adora
Gynoid Queen
Amy threw the letter towards her recycle bin and the remains of the flyer. She leaned back in her chair running her black painted nails through her hair. The audacity of them to make an offer with so few details galled her. A sudden pounding at her door knocked her out of her thoughts “INQUISITION, THIS IS AN INSPECTION OPEN UP NOW OR FACE HERESY!!” a voice boomed.
Amy dove for the door to open it before they did. She slipped the bolt and opened the door. Almost immediately she was thrown into her wall by one of the inquisitor’s goons, their truncheon against her throat as the rest of the squad barged into her flat. She recognized the inquisitrix, Iris; Amy had to consciously keep her face neutral to avoid screaming at the bitch that had taken her sister and brother in for final inquisition. Somehow they’d never returned from that, nobody ever seemed to.
Iris looked over Amy like a predator looking for a meal. “Well then, turn this place upside down. She’s likely a heretic just like her siblings were. Don’t leave anything untouched.” Amy closed her eyes, and silently prayed to the goddess as she heard the goons tear her place to shreds. They ripped istanbul travesti open her mattress and threw everything out of cabinets and drawers with no regard. She took deep breaths and tried to center herself. Nothing she did publicly was heresy, and even the stupid PL-345-UR3 Collective was approved by the church. She’d had to purge all reference of her siblings from her life after their inquisition. Even having a picture could be fatal if found by an inquisitor like Iris.
It felt like forever when the goon finally dropped her back to the floor letting her breathe properly. But just as soon she felt the pointed metal toe of Iris’ boot in her kidney “Looks like you survive another day heretic scum, but it’s a matter of time before you join your wretched siblings in the judgement of the church. You’re no different, scum and heretics the lot. You should be overjoyed to know your parents met their final inquisition yesterday. Couldn’t let go of their filthy children and embrace the light of the church.” Iris gloated. Amy could only imagine the smirk of superiority that graced the inquisitrix’s countenance.
Amy didn’t let herself feel anything until they left. She coughed up a bit of blood from the kick and leaned back against the wall looking at her destroyed flat. A knock at her door brought her out of her despair for a moment. She looked up at her landlord knowing what was coming. Her shoulders slumping in despair, “I want you out by sundown, anything you leave behind I’m selling. I won’t have a heretic in these walls.” The law said any touched by heresy had no tenants rights. Even a visit from an inquisitor could make a family homeless, so she didn’t bother protesting. She’d been overjoyed to find this place after losing her last due to her siblings’ inquisition.
She looked up as the landlord left, there was no way she’d be able to salvage anything. All her gear was trashed, all her possessions ruined. The inquisition had done their best to leave her with absolutely nothing. Even her food had been deliberately spoiled. She didn’t know why battle inquisitors like Iris were allowed to do general inquisition, they approached everyone as if they were a criminal instead of a wayward sheep like the doctrine said they were supposed to. But the government didn’t care, nor did the hegemony of the church.
Those that faced inquisition were automatically guilty. Her sister and brother’s only crime had been opening a flower shop that had better customer service than one a few blocks away. The owner of the other shop had reported them for heresy. Unable to pay the bribe to the initial inquisitor they had ended up in Iris’ not-so-tender or loving care. They had confessed to all sorts of heinous heresy not long after that. Proof positive that they were trying to corrupt the people with their demonic plot in the eyes of the church and the public.
Amy just cried into her knees. Everything and everyone she’d ever loved was getting stripped from her, and right now it felt like she had her heart torn out. She’d never been one for the official religion, the church was just something you dealt with and bribed to look the other way. She paid her annual tithe and bribes like everybody else, for all the good it had done her, she’d even made a large contribution that had nearly bankrupted her after her siblings’ inquisition in an attempt to avoid anything worse.
Amy finally pulled herself up, she was a mess. Looking around she found what remained of her wallet torn to shreds, laying on the somehow still intact letter. She dug through it and found her ID. The cash and cards had been stolen by the goons. She went to the kitchen and carefully lifted a floorboard finding her emergency stash of cash as well as the small pendant of the goddess that marked her as the only true heretic in her family. She grabbed her torn coat and tucked it all in her pocket before leaving her flat for the last time.
Amy cried as she walked out into the snow, as far as she knew she was the only true heretic in the family. So why did they get pulled in for inquisition? She ultimately knew it had nothing to do with real heresy, it was about money. But that didn’t mean she didn’t feel guilty the entire time. Even so she wouldn’t have renounced her faith in the goddess.
Leaving your entire life behind was hard, years of client management, toil in coaching subs, in honing skills were thrown out the window in a moment. But right then she had a bigger issue, vagrancy was a type of heresy. If she was found sleeping on the streets she’d face final inquisition for sure. Having been tainted she was not welcome at the church’s workhouses either. For now, she just needed to survive the night. Tomorrow she could pull what favors she could and see if she couldn’t get a bribe in to clear her name. Even if it meant indenturing herself for a few years.
Her steps wound into the warehouse district, the many nooks and crannies might give her a place to hide for the night. The light was fading travesti istanbul fast, and she needed to find some place safe. Voices echoed through the alley ahead, and saw an inquisition sweeper squad coming her way. Her face lost all color, she dodged quickly into the front office of a nearby building to look like she had business while they passed by.
“Well, we weren’t expecting you until tomorrow.” A pleasant voice said almost making her scream with fright as she was startled. Glossy black latex arms gently wrapped around her “There, there, dear we heard about the inquisition and were afraid we’d lost you. It seems we both got lucky, however.” Amy looked at a beautiful and glossy black face with glowing green eyes. Her mind tried to process that for a moment. The black latex mask looked far too tight like it was her face, and she’d never heard of one with glowing green eyes.
Amy’s shock must have registered on her face “I’m sorry I should introduce myself. I’m Kaitlyn or K41T-LYN if you like. I’m the queen’s first handmaiden and concubine. You’re at The PL-345-UR3 Collective.” The sentence should have made sense, but it was just babble to Amy right then. The rest of the evening was a blur as Kaitlyn brought her to a small room with food and a sleeping pallet. She ate and lay down on the pallet to cry, her eyes closing with slumber as soon as she lay down her head.
The smell of food and light on her face woke her up. Amy stretched realizing someone had put a blanket over her. Were it not for the unfamiliar ceiling and the fact she was still in her clothes from yesterday she’d have almost sworn it was a bad dream. Her sleep that night was the best she’d ever had, even the normal aches and pains she had gotten used to as a thirty-something were gone. She felt ready to run a marathon or even kick Iris’ ass.
She swung her feet out of bed, finding a pair of slippers conveniently placed that fit her. Standing, she caught her reflection in the mirror, she walked over to the mirror above the sink. She ran her fingers over her face in shock. She was used to every wrinkle on her face that she had to conceal, every blemish, and every pit; every single one of them was gone. Amy was willing to swear she was wearing makeup, but her fingers felt none. She traced a finger over her glossy black lips, and promptly nearly came from how sensitive and arousing it was. She spotted something just inside the collar of her shirt and pulled it down revealing a small 1 cm wide metal port right above her jugular. A moment later she found another one on the inside of her thigh. What in the hell had happened overnight… she wondered.
The smell of food however was making her stomach growl, and she padded over to the small table in the windowless room. She paused briefly to look up at the frosted skylight before lifting the lid on what appeared to be a room service tray. She was greeted with a massive breakfast, and right now it all smelled good. Amy planted her ample ass in the nearest seat without further thought, tearing through the meal with gusto like it might be her last.
The clop of hooves outside her door made her look up at the door as it opened. “My apologies, we had to take some liberties with you last night. You were bleeding internally, had we not acted you would not have seen the morning.” Her hostess said without introduction; answering one question, and yet sparking so many more.
Amy almost stopped eating as she took in the glorious figure before her. A high neon-purple ponytail draped down from a bound bundle at the top of their glossy black mask. Like the night before, her hostess’ visage looked like a human face except for the fact it was clearly glossy black latex with glowing neon-purple eyes that drew her in. Her hostess’ suit had built in hooves and somehow leaked glowing purple something from teats and petals. It was quite impressive, and very much in line with what she’d heard about The PL-345-UR3 Collective and its toys.
“Liberties?” Amy asked between bites. Feeling a strange feeling of warmth and affection from the being standing in front of her.
Her hostess laughed, an oddly beautiful sound that pulled Amy in more. She understood now why The PL-345-UR3 collective drew people like moths to a flame. “I guess I should introduce myself first. I am Adora, Gynoid Queen; and the prime of The PL-345-UR3 Collective. As for the liberties, we had no choice but to introduce corruptive-nano from the collective into you to heal your wounds. You’ve already noticed the ports on your collar and thigh.” She paused for a moment. “While the collective does have extremely skilled surgeons in its ranks; they could not recommend in good faith operating in the state you were in. They universally suggested that we use the collective’s corruptive-nano instead.”
Amy tried to process that for a moment as she sipped tea “So what does that mean? Am I going to become some sort of cyborg whatever?” she asked with raised eyebrow and a bit istanbul travestileri of a snerk.
“Yes and no, you already are in many ways. You’ve probably already noticed some changes.” Adora said in her chiming voice. Amy nodded thinking back to the mirror. “You’re also probably able to sense my mood and happiness at seeing you awake and whole after such a tense few days.” Amy held up a finger to pause the gynoid queen as she finished a bite.
“Few days? How long was I out?” She asked using tea to wash down her bite.
“Today is Saturday, you’ve been out eight days. Your current hunger is your body trying to resupply nutrients and feed your rather excessive energy needs. The breakfast you’re eating was specifically designed to supply for just that. Your nano are still fixing things most likely despite the collective having ordered them to not convert you.” Adora shrugged as if it was out of her control after taking the seat across from Amy.
“I guess I should thank you? Sorry if I seem ungrateful, but I’ve lost literally everything in the last twenty-four hours.” Amy caught herself that was a week ago. Adora’s eyes caught her own, something hadn’t been said yet. “OK, why would you harbor a heretic like me? The risk is too high, even the collective can’t hold off the inquisition.” Amy knew they had to have found the pendant, an item that would get anyone caught with one final inquisition on the spot. Adora’s lips spread into a devious and guilty smile.
“What if the Inquisition thought you were dead? Body found burnt to ash in an alleyway after trying to keep warm that fateful night. How were you supposed to know that the abandoned warehouse you’d camped in had been saturated for years in highly flammable compounds leaving it susceptible to the slightest spark? It was quite the fire, apparently you were only identified by DNA extracted from a tooth and fillings.” The gynoid chuckled.
Amy flicked her tongue around her mouth. She was instantly very aware her teeth were now extremely perfect. “Sorry but we needed to mask your identity. Your teeth were needed for that, you’ll be happy to know the new ones aren’t susceptible to normal tooth decay.”
“You still haven’t answered the question, why would you bother with a heretic? If the inquisition finds your deception they’ll burn this entire place to the ground.” Amy was starting to get suspicious. That said she couldn’t deny her arousal at fooling the Inquisition, or how damn good she felt.
“Because the inquisition are damned fools who worship their hegemony to a god that they forgot exists. The church is rotten and has been for generations. Wasting a talent like ‘The Scarlet Whip’ would have been a crime to my mistress.” Adora cut off Amy as she opened her mouth to accuse the gynoid queen of triggering the inquisition. “We did not. Your sub felt spurned after you declined to write a letter of recommendation. A letter, I should point out, we would have rejected. He did not meet our criteria. But he felt, as best we can tell, that had deliberately sabotaged him to us. So he reported you directly to Iris when he heard she was in town.”
Amy’s blood boiled, he had been her most promising and long term sub. She’d felt genuine affection for the rat. It must have shown on her face because Adora reached over and gave her arm a gentle and affectionate squeeze. The queen was still radiating calm, love, and affection; and try as she might she couldn’t hold her anger against that tide. “For what it’s worth, we told him we’d only accept you as a pair. He seems to have thought that somehow your blessing would circumvent that.”
“You were after me the whole time?” Amy asked between final bites of her meal, she found herself squirming with unconstrained arousal in the presence of the queen. She wanted to ride her so badly, to grind her petals against the queen’s until the queen’s cock speared her. Amy wondered where that image had come from before filing it away.
“Yes, but freely. Having you forced into our arms was not what we wanted.” Amy could see the consternation in Adora’s face. The queen wasn’t lying, or if she was, she was very good it.
Amy finished the meal, “So now what. Even looking ten years younger, and with what appears to be permanently black lips. I can’t exactly go outside. The Inquisition would figure it out pretty damn quick.”
Adora leaned back in her chair, her neon-purple hair cascading over her shoulders. “Either you can stay here, listen to my offer and decide if you want to accept or decline, or you can leave. If you decide to stay that is not contingent on accepting the offer, only hearing it. If you decide to leave we have contacts that can shelter you until you can get off world. Just know if you stay you could prevent others from having to run.”
The Scarlet Whip thought for a moment “Well not much of a choice there is it. Honestly if I could get that bitch Iris” Adora put a finger to her lips silencing her.
“Iris is already in my mistress’s sights, she has tipped the balance of karma and a warrant has been issued. That’s all I know.” The queen said with a hush as if they were in danger of being overheard. A chill went down Amy’s spine, and a pleasurable tingle over her lips where Adora had touched them.
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