Bisexual Tendril Machine Ep. 06

Vince turned his gaze towards Payge, intrigue dancing in his eyes. The scene had provided valuable insights into the extent of suggestion and obedience, suggesting doors to new possibilities within the realm of the Cybernetic Neurofusion Unit.

Payge's demeanor shifted, her voice taking on a more serious tone. "Vince, my intentions go beyond personal desires. I won't be distracted by the sexual implications of having so much power. I see the potential for influence, for guiding minds towards a better future. This is only the beginning. Imagine what we can achieve when we fully harness the potency of suggestion and obedience."

Vince sighed, his frustration giving way to a sense of resignation. 'Distracted' indeed. He hadn't resisted the temptation of a consequence-free blowjob but had almost immediately been corrupted by the temptation of absolute power. This was dangerous territory. Not just for their subjects, but more so for them.

With a heavy heart, he replied, "We must tread carefully, Payge. What I did with that girl, I can't imagine how I could have..."

Payge leaned in closer, her voice laced with an undeniable allure. "Ah, but Vince, you don't know what I've been asking of you after your sessions under the plasmatic tendrils of your machine..."

Vince's eyes narrowed, concern playing across his face. "Payge, if you are trying to change me, it won't work. I invented it and I am going to make sure the power of the Cybernetic Neurofusion Unit will be harnessed responsibly."

Payge chuckled softly, a wicked smile gracing her lips. "Oh, Vince, I already have. I've changed you. You always want to hold back. And just then you didn't. You saw what you wanted and you made it happen. I'm so proud of you."

Vince frowned. This turn of events was unsettling. What thoughts had she been planting in his mind? What was he currently capable of? "What about that girl? She is a person. She has a right to decide for herself who she wants to interact with sexually. Maybe she wanted to at that moment, but would she still feel the same later? What happens when the effects wear off?"

Payge responded quickly. This was a crucial point in her plan. She still needed Vince. "That blowjob was nothing. She's given hundreds, I'm sure. Can't you see? This is a chance to reshape the world, to mold it according to our vision. The Cybernetic Neurofusion Unit offers us the key to unlock a new era in the history of humanity. We can reshape people to be the way they ought to be."

Vince's gaze bored into Payge, "Payge, I developed the unit to expand human potential and thus their choices. You want to strip away their choices. How far are you willing to push it?"

Silence enveloped the room as Payge absorbed his words. The weight of their experiments and the potential consequences weighed heavily upon her. She was not quite so far gone as to be able to ignore the magnitude of the changes she had wrought in herself.

"Humanity needs to be controlled." She finally said, with a new conviction born of her internal struggle, "and I am just the one who knows how to take them deeply."

"How deep do you want them to go?"

The Mission.

"Deeper. Deeper," Mistress Payge moaned. "Oh... Deeper"

Jack was a hammer. His cybernetically enhanced pelvis pounded relentlessly into Mistress Payge's greedy asshole. His cybernetically enhanced male appendage shapeshifted to more easily penetrate Payge's lonely, forbidden channel of love. His cybernetically enhanced brain calculated where the next level of her pleasure lay and how to take her there.

She was on her knees, ass in the air, hands on the ground, Jack's synthetic hands held tightly to her hips controlling the speed and strength of his penetration with his firm grip. His strokes were getting shorter, gaining speed.

Her legs were too weak to hold herself up, she leaned down and kissed Chad, whose large cock was drilling her pussy, although not nearly as quickly as the automandroid.

With those two hungry holes filled, she reached forward and pulled Kyle's less substantial cock into her mouth. It was big enough to satisfy her oral need for something to suck on, but small enough to deep throat comfortably. It was the best of both worlds for her.

Penelope was suspended from the ceiling by prehensile protrusions emerging from the ceiling; her pussy was being devoured eagerly by Kyle. While yet another tentacle was tickling her tender forbidden hole. Other tendrils were similarly filling the asses of Kyles and Chad. The automandroid had sprouted another cock and was actually fucking his own ass with it.

Chad was licking Kyle's balls as they both drove deep into Payge's eager orifices. Every tongue, every hole, every cock was occupied in a lavish celebration of pleasure.

The noise from the moans would have sounded ridiculous to anyone listening from the outside. Too loud and too over-the-top. But they were honest moans of pleasure. Only Jack was silent as usual.

The moans got louder as they all began a simultaneous climax. As her inner circle, they had been under her control for a week and during that time had much practice in climaxing together, with a little nudge from the tendril machine.

All came together, the men and mandroid spurting hot loads of cum into their given vessel. The women writhed and squealed as their muscles began contracting, drawing pleasure from the sweet physical contact.

Following the climax, the men began what had now become their standard cleaning routines, sucking their own cum from mouth and pussy. They experienced a smaller orgasm and return to arousal as they consumed their seed, another byproduct of the tendril sessions.

As they all lay intertwined in the afterglow on the expansive datadias within Mistress Payge's chambers, she was the first to break the silence, She spoke with authority, "Penelope, my dear, your exceptional programming skills are vital for our grand vision. I need you to continue your work on perfecting the functions of the Tendril Machine, ensuring its seamless integration with future developments. Your meticulousness and dedication will be instrumental in forging a world of peace and freedom, where the barriers of sexual orientation dissolve and everyone embraces their true desires."

Her words hung in the air and resonated with a profound determination, emphasizing the significance of her vision, their mission. Penelope, still immersed in the intimate connection she shared with Mistress Payge, nodded reverently.

Chad and Kyle exchanged glances as Mistress Payge turned her gaze toward them, her eyes filled with unwavering resolve.

"Chad, Kyle, you have a crucial role to play. Your mission is to return to your old firm, Neuralink Synaptics," she stated, her voice as clear and determined as a war general's. "I need you to retrieve the technology that will enhance the capabilities of the Tendril Machine. Through our unwavering control, we will engineer a world free from the shackles of war and hunger, a world where sexual freedom knows no bounds. We cannot afford any missteps or delays. Our vision for a future shaped by my hands depends on your efficiency and resourcefulness."

The room buzzed with apprehension, each individual aware of the pivotal role they played in Mistress Payge's grand plan.

Mistress Payge's voice grew softer, intensifying with an unwavering conviction. "Remember, we hold the key to a future where boundaries are shattered. But our control must remain absolute. Only through our firm grip can we finally celebrate humanity's liberation and give it a world of peace."

The atmosphere in the room grew serious. She didn't mention that the 'liberation' required submission to her will, her vision of the way the world should be. They knew their actions, under Mistress Payge's guidance, would shape a world that embraced a new paradigm of existence.

And so, as they gradually disentangled themselves from their intimate embrace, each of them carried the weight of their assigned tasks, aware their actions would usher in a world where Mistress Payge reigned, but the boundaries of sexual freedom would be pushed to their limits. It was the world in which they already dwelled.

Chad and Kyle exchanged glances, a flicker of unease washing over their faces. They had expected missions, but this was their first, and it was their old firm. The mission hit a little too close to home, stirring up a flurry of complicated emotions. Yet, they had their orders, and the deeply imprinted need to please Mistress Payge won over.

An Unexpected Ruse

Later, as Chad and Kyle arrived at their old offices, they wondered what had happened in their absence. The employees there had been left wondering what their future was. Everyone had heard that their company had been acquired and merged, but no one knew what this meant for their jobs. a few people had left for greener pastures, but most showed up every day pretending to work. There were only a few other employees.

As Chad and Kyle crossed the aging, rundown lobby of Neuralink Synaptics, they found themselves across from a familiar face behind the reception desk. Lisa, the ever-vibrant receptionist was still at her post. Her face lit up as she saw them, relief spreading over her features.

"Kyle, Chad! You're back! Where have you guys been? Everyone has been so worried," Lisa exclaimed.

Chad offered her a reassuring smile, his hand instinctively reaching out to gently pat hers. "We've been away, Lisa. But we're here now. What's been happening?"

Lisa sighed deeply, running a hand through her neatly styled hair as she contemplated where to start.

"Well, first things first, we lost a few. Ted, Sam, and Mia from R&D left for Scrapple. Guess they couldn't handle the uncertainty. Bridget and Leah from the AI department accepted offers from Froogle's DeepRhyme," Lisa began regretfully.

Chad and Kyle exchanged a glance, their minds racing. Those were some of the best minds in their respective departments, lost to uncertainty and the allure of bigger tech giants.

"And what about the others?" Kyle asked, his voice calm despite the information.

"Peter and Jenny from our neurobiology division haven't been heard from since you two disappeared. No one knows where they are. I hope they're okay." Lisa sighed, her brows furrowed with worry.

"Right," Kyle nodded, processing the information. "And the rest?"

"Communications is left with only Ahmed and Emily. Ahmed's been pulling double shifts just to keep things running. The rest of the support staff... well, they left after receiving no instructions from the new management. I've been handling reception and trying to keep the admin work together."

That left merely five of the original twelve. Lisa, Ahmed, Emily, and them. The realization was a harsh blow, the changes hitting harder than they had anticipated.

"Well, Lisa," Chad said, offering a comforting smile, "looks like it's down to us to keep things going. Let's get to work."

Lisa returned the smile, a renewed determination flashing in her eyes. They were few, but they were not defeated. She glanced over Chad and Kyle's shoulders before leaning in closer, dropping her voice to a whisper. "The feds have been nosing around for a week now. At first, it was only one agent, asking questions, and making checks. But today..."

She trailed off, a fearful look in her eyes as she glanced towards the entrance of the lobby. Kyle and Chad turned around to see a group of stern-looking agents, led by a man who was very clearly in authority.

"Good morning, gentlemen. I'm Franklin Daniels, lead investigator for this case," the man introduced himself, flashing his badge. His eyes were sharp, missing nothing as he studied them. "You two have been hard to track down."

It was a flashpoint. Chad's mind whirred, his heart pounding in his chest. He needed to think of something, anything to throw them off the scent. He thought of their recent experiences, of the changes they'd undergone, and an idea sprung to mind.

"We've been on our honeymoon," Chad blurted out before he could rethink it. "Just got back."

The agent's eyebrows raised, but he said nothing, instead jotting quickly on his notepad.

Kyle, on the other hand, looked at Chad as if he had sprouted a second head. His eyes were wide with disbelief, a stern look crossing his face. But Chad's hand on his sent a clear message - 'Go along with it.' So, he did what he had to. He kept his mouth shut and forced a smile.

Lisa, who had been listening quietly, suddenly squealed with delight. "A honeymoon? Oh my god, that's wonderful! Congratulations! I had no idea you two were even engaged."

Her enthusiastic response brought a touch of color back to the somber atmosphere, making the agents glance at each other in slight confusion.

"Can I send a memo to the rest of the staff? We could use some good news around here," Lisa added, already halfway to her computer.

Chad exchanged a glance with Kyle, his smile turning into a tight grimace. This was quickly spiraling out of control. But, there was no turning back at this point. All they could do was play along and hope this would buy them the time they needed to complete their mission.

"I don't see why not, Lisa," Chad said, his voice sounding far more confident than he felt.

"Great!" Lisa beamed, turning back to her computer as Chad and Kyle turned to face Agent Daniels, ready to face whatever was coming next.

Daniels studied Chad and Kyle with an inscrutable expression before continuing. "Honeymoon, you say? That's lovely, congratulations. However, I do hope you understand the gravity of your disappearance and its timing, don't you?" He asked, his tone deceptively calm.

Chad swallowed hard, maintaining eye contact. "We didn't realize it would cause any concern. Our apologies, Mr. Daniels."

The agent nodded, jotting down another note before shifting his gaze to Kyle. "And what do you have anything to add regarding this sudden and unannounced absence?"

Kyle glanced at Chad briefly, his mind spinning. He had to stick to their story. "We didn't think... We got carried away in the excitement. It was impulsive, yes, but... we thought our associates could manage in our absence."

"An oversight on your part, then," Daniels said, his voice revealing no emotion. "Let's hope such oversights aren't going to be a regular occurrence in the new company. I know the FTC approved the merger, but that's not my department. Seeing that foreign governments or other hostile entities do not have access to top secret information is, however. And you can be sure we will be keeping a close eye on your operations"

Meanwhile, the soft clattering of keys filled the room as Lisa started drafting her celebratory memo. The quiet hum of the office slowly returned as Agent Daniels signaled the other agents to prepare to depart.

Chad and Kyle shared a glance stunned by what the last few minutes had brought. Despite the unexpected turn of events, they had avoided immediate suspicion. For the moment, their focus needed to remain on retrieving the technology for Mistress Payge. Though the task had become more complex, they were far from defeated.

They turned back to their old friend Lisa and Chad's thoughts returned to their original mission. This ruse was their new reality. Still, the question remained: how long could they keep the facade intact? The next step in navigating this reality was retrieving the technology while keeping their real motive hidden. However, for the present, they would celebrate - a brief respite in the storm that was brewing.

As Lisa sent out the memo and the office broke into scattered applause, Chad and Kyle shared a glance - a moment of understanding. They would let the office bask in the joy of their feigned honeymoon. They would figure out how to finish the mission later.

Agent Daniels stood, scrutinizing the two men. It didn't quite sit right. The abrupt acquisition, the sudden honeymoon, the evasive responses. He wasn't sure what it was, but something was off.

Daniels took one last glance around the sparsely populated office space. A weighty silence lingered as the agent watched the men before them, his eyes never leaving the pair. Satisfied he had made his point, Daniels excused himself, leaving Chad and Kyle alone.

A New Assignment

The pair spent the remainder of the day going through the motions. Although they dove into the code and blueprints of their heads-up voiceless communication device, their minds were elsewhere. The federal presence complicated matters. Yet, despite the turmoil inside them, their faces remained impassive, their actions routine. They had become masters of disguise, burying their true feelings beneath a veneer of calm.

As the day drew to a close, their Everselves screamed in protest. The realization that their invention might serve as a tool for Mistress Payge's plans of domination was horrifying. But there was little they could do. They were caught in a web of deceit, their actions controlled by a force beyond their comprehension.

The fear, the dread, the helplessness - it was overwhelming. Yet outwardly, they carried on, the perfect picture of tranquility. They were actors in a grand play, their roles etched into their minds, their actions choreographed with Mistress Payge's meticulous precision.

Their thoughts were a tumultuous storm as they parted ways with Lisa at the end of the day, sharing tight smiles and 'best wishes' to the happy couple. With the departure of the federal agents, the office was left in an eerie silence, echoing the tension that hung heavy in the air.

Chad and Kyle took a long walk through the deserted office. Each vacant desk, each unoccupied chair, reminded them of the employees they had once worked with - people who had left for greener pastures, people who hadn't been heard from since the acquisition.

Chad broke the silence, "Kyle, we have to find a way to retrieve the tech without arousing suspicion."

"I know," Kyle replied, worry etched on his face. "But how? We can't just waltz in and take it, not with the Feds watching every move."

"I've been thinking... maybe we can use the server maintenance window. The system will be offline, and we can mask the extraction as a routine backup," Chad suggested.

"Could work," Kyle acknowledged, "It's risky. Any deviation from the normal traffic pattern could trigger alarms."

"If we don't take the risk, Mistress Payge will not be pleased," Chad responded, his voice barely above a whisper. The thought of displeasing her actually caused physical distress to well up in their viscera. They were both trapped, prisoners within their own bodies, their ever-selves screaming in silent protest.

As they left the Neuralink Synaptics office that night, they knew they had an uphill battle ahead. They had to retrieve the tech for Mistress Payge, keep their act up in front of the Feds, and all the while deal with the internal chaos that threatened to consume them. It was a near-impossible task, but they had no choice.

Chad and Kyle returned to the Citadel, the corporate offices, and the laboratories of Quantum Synaptics. The sun was setting, casting long shadows that stretched out like skeletal fingers reaching for the vanishing light.

Making their way to Mistress Payge's private office, they were greeted by the intimidating figure of Mistress Payge herself. She sat behind her expansive desk, her cold gaze sweeping over them, a veneer of disappointment shimmering in her eyes. Her futuristic dress had been replaced by a tailored suit, her hair tied up in a neat bun, the epitome of a powerful corporate leader.

Her first words were severe, "I had expected more from you both."

Kyle lowered his gaze, a shiver of apprehension curling in his stomach. Chad was silent beside him, his jaw set in a firm line. The weight of Mistress Payge's displeasure was a tangible presence between them.