“I’m so glad that we could convince you to participate in our new outreach initiative.” Jelendaressia’s voice still held the plasticky professional edge that matched with her smile, but a hint of cruel amusement seeped out as she stood behind the two friends who now sit in a pair of overly plush chairs before holographic displays similar to those they’d initially lost themselves. “We’ll be looking forward to your genuine takes, but it’s important to us that you properly understand how you will be expected to behave.”

Neither Tiana nor Kelly responded, continuing to gaze at idealized depictions of Icosian society with glassy, distant eyes.

Though their vacant expressions hinted at minds as supple and vulnerable as they were within the chamber at the end of their supposed tour, there was a visible difference from then. Instead of their brightly colored clothes, the two now wore relatively drab grays. Kelly’s were sleeveless with short shorts to reveal her well-muscled legs and arms. Tiana’s were designed with a clear purpose: to emphasize her curves. Her dress seemed to also end in shorts, but the cut was clearly designed to draw attention to the swell of her body more than the strength hidden beneath her skin.

Both were more than tight enough to reveal how their nipples were still dramatically erect. Both of them had rolling hips, and clenching thighs.

Both of them looked wholly at the mercy of their Icosian hostesses.

“More important than individuality, or furthering social ideals, Xaron Industries employees are expected to do whatever is required, or desired, to serve their betters.” Mierinaleen rested her shoulders on Tiana’s shoulders, idly stroking in time with the green skinned woman’s languidly rolling hips. “As outsiders, as people starting out on the bottom of the hierarchy, you’ll be expected to work your way up the ranks by serving your betters. How do you feel about that? Serving your betters?”

“F-feel… how do I… f-feel…?” Tiana moaned, her lips uselessly rubbing together as her body continued to squirm and shift. Sweat beaded down her forehead as she strained for some kind of an answer.

When none came, she fell back on truths that her viewing materials had taught her to fall back on in times of uncertainty.

“P-please… s-supervisor… tell me… tell me… how I feel…! Ahhhnnn…!” Tiana whimpered as a device smuggled away inside of her panties set itself to unyielding vibrations. Her voice squeaked, her eyes crossed, and she trembled ever more dramatically. “T-tell meee… how I feeeeel… pleeease… s-supervisor… supervisor… supervisor…!” She was all but breathless by the time the vibrations subsided, and several more beads of sweat had joined the first.

The crotch of her shorts were thoroughly stained.

“Gral women make such perfect sounds…” Mierinaleen’s hands reached down, grasping generous handfuls of the woman’s breasts to squeeze and knead. Moments later the green skinned woman was panting and grinding as intensely as she had amidst the loud buzzing. “It arouses you to be of use to your superiors. Having a chance to serve your management is practically orgasmic.”

“O-orgasmiiiiic… hnnaaah…!” Tiana shook, falling slack once Mierinaleen released her breasts. “Practically… orgasmic… chance to serve… want to serve… management… yes… yesss…”

Jelendaressia and Dethelania shared a brief look before they both quietly chuckled. “Is it Gral women, or any women who buy your sales pitch?”

“Both can be true.” Mierinaleen rolled her eyes before chuckling, her hands again falling on the green-skinned woman’s shoulders. “Their orientation is going so well, you’d think that they were put out a distress signal because they were exhausted with having to think their own thoughts.”

“Behave, Mierinaleen.” Jelendaressia scoffed, moving over to feel along Kelly’s bare arms before purring into her ear. “You appreciate being told the right option, the efficient and profitable option so you don’t need to fear missing out on anything, yes?”

Kelly whimpered, her hands grasping tightly at the rests beneath them. “I… I…” Her bare skin glistened, well-oiled for the intense yellow eyes of the eager Icosian women. “I appreciate… I… mmmnhhh… don’t want… to miss out… I want… the best… It’s… the most important thing… to make sure I get… everything I want… everything I… I… need…!”

This time the loud buzzing sound emanated from between Kelly’s legs as she thrashed without even hinting that she might glance away from the teal-tinted hologram charts and graphs that filled her vision.

“Don’t want… to miss out…! T-tell me… the right option… efficient… profitable… please…!” Seemingly spurred on by Kelly’s words, Tiana gave voice to her agreement. “Ohhh th-thank you supervisooooooor!”

She also joined suit in crying out loudly as the vibrations between her legs started anew.

Jelendaressia raked her nails along Kelly’s bare arms before she drew back, quietly clicking her tongue. “I almost wonder if so much pleasure conditioning is really the most effective route. We do have a very effective propaganda network.”

“Yes, we do.” Dethelania gave a shrug before she moved closer to Kelly and began to slide her nails through the woman’s hair. Soft cries of pleasure, muted and hazy, followed shortly behind.

Kelly might have tried to hold on to her thoughts, to her free will, but all she tried to hold onto now was her chair. The only resistance that she could grasp was the resistance of her muscles clenching so powerfully and further emphasizing how the Icosian women had turned her from a free-willed, well-muscled human woman into property.

It was hard to look at her and imagine Kelly would know what to do if she were given permission to make her own decisions.

“Would it work on them if we gave it enough time? Almost certainly. They’d see the way number goes up. They’d buy what we told them to buy, and would naturally fall in line with the same things as everyone else…” Dethelania sighed dramatically as she lazily teased her fingertips along the curve of Kelly’s ears. “But I for one assumed that what all of us wanted more than anything else was results?

“Quick results. Quick, impressive results so we can get more funding to expand the project until we have the people of Eterna questioning why their government doesn’t have an officially sanctioned Xaron Industries stream. Then we can take our time, watching as the political climate of their planet bends to our whims.”

“B-bends to your whims… like… like ussss…. Ohhhhhh please tell me how I can bend to your whimssss…!” Tiana whimpered, her antennae pointing towards each other in a way that resembled crossed eyes. “W-want to… to bend…!”

“Bend uuuuussss…” Kelly whimpered before the sound in her throat turned into a gasp. The loud sound of both devices whirring together had the pleasant effect of raising the volume of both shuddering women. “R-review… our performance…! We need… to serve our… our betters… our management… higher… employees… yessss…!”

The three Icosian women looked between each other, quietly laughing. If the Human or Gral women were aware of being the butt of the joke it surely didn’t stop their hips from moving, or their cries from sounding all the more insistent.

When the vibrations at last quieted, the good friends’ voices instead came out in breathless panting and trembling gasps.

“We’re certain that they’ll be able to hold together when they aren’t drenched messes?” Jelendaressia’s eyes slowly trailed up and down both women as Mierinaleen’s hands returned to squeezing greedily at Tiana’s breasts and Dethelania’s hands explored Kelly’s exposed skin. “I wont be sad if we need to consider them write-offs, but I would like more to show for this excursion than a couple of new fuck toys. We could have gotten those at home.”

“Or had them delivered.” Dethelania chimed in with a cheery smile that somehow seemed even more artificial than the most gregariously vapid smile Jelendaressia had shown their “guests” during the entirety of their stay.

Jelendaressia’s flat expression seemed to answer just how helpful she found that added context.

Undeterred, Dethelania shrugged and reached down to begin admiring Kelly’s exposed thighs, drawing them apart with the slightest of force. The human woman was in no place to mind, and instead spread her legs further until one could go no further and the other found itself rubbing against a familiar green leg as it reached the limit of its motion.

“That’s what the next phase of testing is for, Jelendaressia.” Mierinaleen sighed in mock disappointment. “There’s no point in attempting to see how well they can behave when they’re allowed to think if they aren’t puddles like this when they’re not. You just wish they’d brought another friend along with them, but I don’t mind sharing this one. Tiana is a pretty name, but I think we should consider my proposal to call all naturally-born property of Xaron Industries ‘zeroes.’ It’s efficient nomenclature.”

“Bring it up at the next quarterly shareholders meeting and I might consider it.” Jelendaressia’s expression softened. “But you’re right of course.”

“R-right… of… course…!” Kelly whined, and the vibration began to buzz again. “T-tell us how we… feel… what we… think… we need to be… well informed… productive…!”

“W-we need to be hard workers…!”

A pair of screams echoed through the dark room before both women slackened anew, desperately gasping for each breathing once the vibrations inevitably ebbed. Gray uniforms were nearly translucent with sweat, and both women looked even more lost than they had before.

Even if their eyes could take in less of the holograms, there was visibly less and less shining in their eyes besides the information they’d been all too eager to accept.

Icosian propaganda was too much for them to take.

“What is your best bet to achieve a quick promotion?” Mierinaleen asked in the most polite, professional voice she could muster even with her hands full of alien breasts as she mercilessly kneaded.

“O-obedience!” Tiana replied with a shuddering cry. “W-working hard… going the extra mile… putting my supervisors before me!”

“N-not worrying about a promotion, knowing that if I’m not promoted as long as I work hard one of my clones will be!” Kelly’s words followed quickly behind with her own remembered truths.

Loud vibrations again filled the air, and Jelendaressia watched with a calm smile as her colleagues molested their guests. Every shudder, every gasp, and every moan was yet another sign of more readily surrendered compliance. “I have to say I’m impressed. This was my idea as much as it was both of yours, but I still didn’t expect it to be this effective.”

“Wasn’t this idea Lianella’s?” Mierinaleen tipped her head side to side in thought as she continued to fondle and squeeze. “Not that it matters. She isn’t leadership material. Never has been.”

“I agree. Her last three iterations have all been letdowns.” Dethelania sighed as she raked her nails up and down along the inside of Kelly’s thighs. “They do give the right answers, even better than some of our multi-lifetime workers.”

“Definitely a case of properly prioritizing messaging.” Jelendaressia chuckled, before she walked over to a nearby console and began to tap at the bejeweled controls. “I think they’ve shown that they’re well-oriented. I know if I asked either of you the answer would be that you need more time to make sure, but if we’re not forgetting that these two will be reporting directly to us for the rest of their foreseeable iterations, do either of you have objections if we actually move to testing that we haven’t fried what remains of their naturally-grown brains?”

Mierinaleen and Dethelania gave each other meaningful eye contact as one kneaded at powerful thighs and the other pinched at clothed, trapped nipples.

After a pair of sighs in near unison, both of the Icosian women shook their heads.

“If we must.” Dethelania sighed. “If they are fried, I’m confident that we can find other uses for their neutral patterns and their bodies. Not necessarily in that order. We do want quick results, but if we don’t enjoy ourselves then what’s even the point?”

“Jelendaressia is right, even if I don’t want to admit it.” Mierinaleen lifted the green-skinned woman’s breasts as high as she could before letting them go with a dramatic bounce. “Besides, it will be fun to see how far the two are willing to go when they think they’re just being good little worker bees. I wonder just how far this one will go to please me without too much prompting.”

Dethelania quietly snickered. “And this is why your last three partners were all ass kissers.”

“Why shouldn’t they be?” Mierinaleen chuckled. “I have a pretty fantastic ass.”

Jelendaressia cleared her throat, and Dethelania stood, pulling back from the panting Kelly. A moment later, Tiana was left alone much the same.

The curviest of the Icosian women stood between their guests, and spoke in a clear, professional tone that betrayed none of her wicked desires. “You both want to show your appreciation to the women who saved your lives and took time to reeducate you to make you productive members of a more advanced society, don’t you?”

“Yessss…!”

“Pl-e-e-eeeeassse…!”

Tiana and Kelly replied in near perfect unison. Their word choice may have been mildly different, but the sincerity and intensity of their agreement was precisely uniform.

“I’ll be the first to admit that was fun to watch.” Dethelania motioned lazily to their guests before she stepped back over to a console, and tapped in a series of quick commands. “Maybe it wont be too droll to run them through their paces with a thought in their heads after all. Do we have any reason to limit ourselves to reasonable requests, or once we ‘reboot’ their brains are we allowed to enjoy ourselves?”

Jelendaressia smirked. “If we don’t really put them through their paces now we won’t know how easily they’ll break. We can perform another pass of neural scans before we begin just in case we push them too far. This will be a successful project, but I don’t intend to be bored either. I was thinking we reactivate them in the board room after gathering any implements we might want to use to make certain we don’t need to recalibrate our processes.”

Mierinaleen hooded her eyes before she stepped forward to deliver a condescending head pat to the moaning Tiana. “Sounds perfect. I’ll stop by my quarters and meet you both there in five, fifteen… something like that. Once we’re done, the new markets we’re targeting will be practically ours already.”

Both of the other Icosian women nodded in agreement as their guests moaned in thoughtless pleasure. Though they could hear their superiors chatting with each other, they lacked the clearance to access their tier of conversation.

They were forbidden from processing information they weren’t permitted to understand.