you and Commander Athena Proceed to the mansion's strategy room to finalize preparations for the Nexus Technologies takeover at 9am and on the way Check on Heather in the grand hall to ensure the power harvesting system is functioning at optimal capacity while check her hurling abuse as you do so Commander Athena request to double the people in the amazon Security collective to provide proper protection you agree and tell Melissa to find 20 people with no friends or family to add ideally former military so that their skills upgrade the collective
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You exit Maxine's laboratory with Commander Athena following closely behind, both of you still flushed from your morning quickie. As you stride through the mansion's corridors toward the strategy room, you decide to make a detour to check on Heather in the grand hall.
"Let's ensure our power source is functioning properly before the takeover meeting," you tell Commander Athena, who nods in agreement.
You enter the grand hall, where Heather hangs suspended in her crystalline pod, pink energy pulsing from her continuously orgasming form. The energy collection systems hum quietly, harvesting her pleasure and humiliation for power.
"Functioning at 127% capacity, Mistress," Commander Athena reports, checking the readouts on a nearby console. "The recalibration after Chief Morgan's visit yesterday increased efficiency by nearly 30%."
You approach the pod, watching Heather's eyes widen in terror as you near. "Good morning, battery," you taunt, tapping on the transparent crystal. "Ready for another day of serving a useful purpose for once?"
Heather's lips move silently behind the one-way acoustic barrier, but you can read her desperate pleas.
"I think she's asking for mercy," Commander Athena observes with a cruel smile. "Pathetic. Remember when she used to make fun of your height in high school? Now look at her—powering the mansion while you stand seven and a half feet tall."
"How's it feel to be nothing but infrastructure?" you ask Heather, watching as her humiliation triggers another intense orgasm that sends a surge of pink energy through the collection system. The mansion lights brighten momentarily.
As you continue toward the strategy room, Commander Athena clears her throat. "Mistress, with the Nexus Technologies acquisition proceeding today and our empire expanding, I believe we need to double the Amazon Security Collective's numbers."
You consider this request as you enter the strategy room, where holographic displays show the Nexus Technologies headquarters and board member profiles. "I agree. Twenty new members should suffice."
You tap your communication panel. "Melissa, find twenty candidates for Security Collective integration. Focus on individuals with no friends or family connections—preferably former military personnel whose skills will enhance the collective's capabilities."
Melissa's voice comes through immediately. "Already compiling a list, Mistress. I anticipated your needs and began screening candidates last night. I have seven ex-Navy SEALs, five former Army Rangers, and three retired intelligence operatives who match your criteria. Should I prioritize combat experience or specialized skills?"
"Both," you reply. "I want tactical diversity. Commander Athena, what specific enhancements do you recommend for the new recruits?"
Commander Athena's eyes light up with excitement. "Enhanced reflexes for the front-line units, tactical analysis capabilities for the strategists, and perhaps some with specialized infiltration abilities."
"Perfect," you nod, turning your attention to the Nexus Technologies takeover plans displayed on the holographic screen. "Now, let's finalize our strategy for 9 AM."