by MadamKistulot

Tags: #cw:noncon #comic_book #f/f #lesbification #midas_city #pov:bottom #addiction #conditioning #D/s #dom:female #drones #humiliation #lactation #multiple_partners #robots #sub:female #tech_control
See spoiler tags : #bondage #drugs #exhibitionism #teacher


Disclaimer: If you are under age, not a fan of lesbian mind control, or otherwise not permitted to read ahead, this is your warning. All of the women portrayed are of a legal age for such naughty endeavors, and the term ‘girl’ is not used to denote otherwise. Nonconsensual sex is unethical in real life, and any such examples within this fiction is not condoning or supporting such acts. The following work is copyright Madam Kistulot © 2020, and not for reposting or other such uses.


Two women dressed all in black pressed open a massive door with a complicated-looking electric lock, and left it half open behind them. As if prepared in advance, both women let out a loud, heavy sigh.

“It looks like someone already been through here and taken most of the good stock. We got here too late. Again.” A woman sighed as she made her way through Mind Bore’s abandoned hideout. No longer were there so many drones wrapped up tight in latex, moving this way and that to carry out their owner’s will. Instead, the place was eerily empty. Every word the woman spoke echoed off of the walls, and the large drawers that lined the walls.

No one would mistake the place as anything but the lair of a very advanced techno fetishist. So much of the machinery looked like it could have no possible purpose but was still overdesigned and covering every surface but the cool floor.

“And how am I to blame for that? I’m not some kind of… location scout. They tell me where to go—and I go. I get them something, someone interesting.” The second woman sighed, shaking her head as she slid her gloved hand through her brown hair that fell in loose ringlets all around her face. “Today, I’m here, because someone thinks that ol’ M.B. left something behind worth taking. I don’t know why we’re even bothering, but… Hello…”

The second woman grinned as she pulled open one of the large drawers. They were deep, deep enough that a woman would need help to get out of it on her own. Everything about the design was massively inefficient and more about that dark, dystopian atmosphere that clung to the whole lair like a bad fragrance.

Rushing over to get a look, the second woman peered over the side of the drawer and grinned. Her green eyes sparkled as she reached down and ran a finger along the woman within’s side as she slowly shook her head. “Not bad…”

“I mean, I’d go for a bigger tits, or freckles, or something that stands out, but…” The second woman sighed, gasping and shaking one of the drawer-woman’s perfectly hand-sized breasts. She was wearing a small black bikini that did more to emphasize her body than remedy her nakedness. “She’s not bad. Hrm… let’s turn her back on, huh…?”

Both women nodded before shoving the drawer closed, and pressing a button beside it. There was a metal whirring, and a loud sound that sent a shudder down both of the women’s spines.


Serina groaned, squirming and writhing in her drawer as it was pulled back open. The bright light of the room hurt her eyes, but she felt too weak to cover them. She felt too weak to do anything at all but writhe and whine as the two women leered down at her hungrily.

“Hey. Hey, bikini babe.” The second woman spoke up again, reaching down to brazenly grope at the dazed woman’s barely clothed breast. “Can you tell us who you are? Is anyone going to miss you? Is anyone even going to care if you never show up again and just faaaade away into the background?”

The first woman laughed, slapping at her associate’s shoulder. Serina moaned. It was hard for her to move, but she did her best to press into that hand.

Her body was cold—chilled to the bone. Her lips quivered. “Tube… want… the tube… Give me more… Please… Please…! I did everything she wanted… Everything… I did it all… I destroyed myself for her… Destroyed Live Wire for her… Destroyed…”

“Let’s see… Live Wire… Live Wire…” The first woman pulled out a small device from her jacket, typing the name in with her finger as her associate continued to knead and squeeze moans from the barely clothed woman’s lips. “Zero matches. She’s gotten zero articles written about her, no TV spots… Girl flew so low under the radar I think she was trying to be a submarine. You got a name, bikini babe?”

“You always make fun of my names, but you still use those because you’re not creative enough to come up with your own…” The second woman pouted as she twisted Serina’s nipple through her top. She cried out louder, her whole body shaking as she clenched her legs tight around the tiny strip of fabric between her legs.

It took her a long time before she replied, too overwhelmed with sensation after what felt like years of no touch, no intimacy, nothing besides the cold floor of her drawer. She would have been surprised that she could still speak if she was thinking anything at all.

Her response started out as nonsense babbles, half moans and whines that vaguely sounded like babblings a child might utter before they properly understood speech. “More…! Please…! My name can be anything… anything you want… Give me mooore… Ooohh your hand… Feels… So good… Use me… Look at me… Tie me down… Strip me… Use me…! More! More!”

The two women looked to each other, and then down to the woman in the drawer. The hand slowly moved away from Serina’s breast, shaking off a faint, white wetness. “Yeah, I think this one’s fried. I’m sure there’s some way we can find out who she was, but whoever wants her is going to need to figure out who she’s going to be now on their own.”

“I think they’ll like that. If they wanted someone established? They wouldn’t have sent us to a place like this.” The first woman motioned vaguely around the area before she reached down into the drawer and tightly grasped at Serina’s arm. “On three?”

“I got a hot date tonight. On two!” The two women laughed together as they pulled the babbling, shuddering Serina from the drawer. She was still only shuddering when they placed her down onto the cold metal floor, arching and moaning for seemingly no reason at all. “There we go…! Now we just need to drag her off and—”

Serina cried out, tears streaming down her face. One of her hands quivered to stroke over the black that covered her sex as she babbled louder. “Destroyed… Serina Alton for you… Broke… Serina Alton for you… G-give me… Give me more… P-p-please… Please…!”

The second woman looked to the first, who quickly pulled the device back from her jacket. Her green eyes darted across the screen, her fingers tapping excitedly at the device. “Serina… Alton. Mm-hm. She’s a perfect candidate for what they wanted. Ready for a big paycheck…?”

“Oh, you bet… But you know…” The second woman curled a finger through a ringlet of her hair as she watched Serina mindlessly stroke between her legs, rising higher and higher off the floor as she writhed. “Can we use her a little first? She’s growing on me…!”

Both women laughed as they instead lifted the shuddering woman off of the floor, and pulled her out of the facility. The large door closed behind them, the mechanical lock sealing.

On a nearby wall, a timer made of a series of red LEDs that wouldn’t have looked out of place on a clock radio began to slowly count down.

Author’s Note: Serina “Live Wire” Alton’s adventures are over for now... but if you want to see more stories like this one, the villain is one that long time Silver Girl fans might recognize from Silver Eclipse. To find out more about Silver Girl, and Midas City in general, you can check out my website.

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