Soon, Sarah and Delilah were inseparable...and not just because of the chain leading from Delilah's hand to Sarah's collar. Delilah helped Sarah manage her college coursework and her streaming schedule, and Sarah (and her audience) were more than willing to give Delilah all the adoration she required. And, of course, they had massive amounts of kinky sex. Really, they were a perfect match for each other. Even though it had only been a couple of months, it was as if they had known each other for years. Although Delilah left Sarah alone during the day (for the most part), they were always together, with Delilah resting happily in her own little pocket dimension in the red gem hanging from Sarah's collar. 

She materialized next to Sarah as she examined the package in front of their door. "Oooo, what's this?" Sarah examined the label. "It's from...Virtual Reality Realization, LLC? But I didn't order anything from them?" "Well, open it up!" Sarah retrieved a pair of scissors and, narrowly avoiding cutting herself, opened the box. Inside was a VR headset, and a note. 

"Dear SpookySarahGamerGirl," she read, "We're big fans of your gaming streams, and wanted to give you the chance to try out virtual reality! Enclosed is one of our VR headsets for your test and evaluation. Please enjoy." 

"Wow." Delilah remarked. "You've hit the big time!" Sarah squealed in excitement and wrapped her lover in a hug. 

"Oh my god, I'm gonna set it up right away! I can't wait to try it!" Delilah smiled. "Oh, all right dear...I'll go get dinner ready. I'll make sure you eat before your stream tonight." With that, Delilah left Sarah to it, working in the small kitchen as Sarah donned the headset and controllers in the adjacent room. Sarah connected the headset to WiFi, calibrated the controllers, and finally pushed the button that said "Finalize Setup" and was greeted by a spinning icon. 

At first she thought it was a loading screen...but as a strange click came from the headset, and the icon took over the whole screen, transforming into a spinning spiral, and the headphones began to emit a dull, penetrating tone...Sarah realized something was wrong. She tried to take it off...but it wouldn't bulge, the straps around her head locked in place. "Um...Delilah? Delilah! Help!" Delilah peeked from the kitchen and saw Sarah stumbling around the room, trying desperately to remove the headset. 

"Hm..." Delilah mused. "It looks like it was a trap to brainwash you." 

"Well, get it off!" Sarah yelled, trying desperately to keep her eyes screwed tightly shut. Still, she could feel her mind starting to slip away. 

"No, I don't think I will." Delilah cooed. "This looks much more fun~" 

"Delilah!" Sarah begged. "Mistress! Please! Get it off! I'll do anything!" 

Delilah only smiled as Sarah stumbled, and fell to the floor, struggling desperately, thighs rubbing together as the pleasure started to build despite her best efforts to resist. Her cries became babbles, then moans of pleasure, then grunts and groans, and then...silence. Delilah smiled, looking down at Sarah's broken, unmoving form. 

Five minutes later, two figures entered the apartment, opening the door with a copy of the key. They looked like just another pair of college kids, in yoga pants and hoodies, each wearing wraparound sunglasses and a backpack over one shoulder. No one noticed that the yoga pants were latex, that there was no sign of intelligence or life behind the glasses. Even if they did, anyone who asked questions wouldn't be asking them for long. They entered the apartment, finding their target standing in the middle of the room, facing away from them. This was a known variable, as it was expected to find the targets of conversion in all sorts of poses. What was unexpected was for their target to spin around, plunging a spectral hand into one of their skulls, scrambling their mind as they collapsed to the floor. A swiping blow ripped the sunglasses from the other agent's face. Delilah, possessing Sarah's body, controlling it like a puppet, crushed them in one strong hand. 

"I'm sorry," she said, pulling Sarah's lips into a tight smile, "this one's taken. She's mine." 

The remaining figure stood completely silent, staring at Delilah with blank, empty eyes. Suddenly, they twitched, eyes rolling back, and the latex covering their body began to shift and change. The hoodie melted into liquid latex, forming tall platform boots, long claw-tipped fingers, and an imposing visor of featureless plastic. The skintight suit covering the figure changed, becoming regal, formal. 

"The CEO of Virtual Reality Realization, I presume." Delilah said coolly. 

"It's Drone Tech Technologies, actually." came the response, more machine than human. "VRR is just a front. And who might you be?" Delilah let her spectral form float until she was eye-level with the figure. 

"Someone's who quite protective of my girlfriend here. Considering you did enough digging to know she's a streamer, I'm surprised you didn't know about me." 

"It seems the algorithms missed that. I'll have to change them so extenuating circumstances will not require my...personal attention, moving forward." 

"I do hope you're not trying to take her by force." Delilah jerked her chin at the fallen figure. "It didn't go so well for you last time." The Administrator waved their hand. 

"It'll reboot soon enough. You did no permanent damage." 

"I wasn't trying to. Besides...I think there's a solution here that will benefit both of us~" The figure tilted their head. 

"Explain." 

"Sarah here," Delilah said, cradling her limply hanging head, "is studying to be a journalist. She hasn't done anything big yet...but she has potential. I'm sure she'd be happy to do a little write-up on your methods and equipment." 

"That would rather interfere with our goals of secrecy." The figure responded coolly. 

"Oh, I'm sure...but I bet you're not the only one brainwashing people, building power...it could be a little club. Highly discrete, of course...but perhaps everyone could benefit from each other's notes. Besides, I can tell you've got a bit of an ego...I'm sure you'd love the admiration. It's nice to have your hard work appreciated." 

"I take issue with your conclusion that I have an ego." hissed the figure, staring Delilah down. 

"See, I sort of doubt that, or else you'd be happy to stay as a bit of code in a server room somewhere, instead of...this." She waved a hand at the latex figure before her. "I bet you call yourself 'The Mainframe' or something like that, too." 

"It's The Administrator, *actually*," they hissed, admitting defeat and hating it. 

"See? Also, I can see you making yourself taller every time I float higher. You're not subtle." 

"Fine, then." The Administrator conceded. "What do you suggest?" 

"Well..." Delilah leaned forward, whispering in their ear, "I *did* have an idea~"