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You stand in the main hall of Victoria's mansion, tapping your foot impatiently as you wait for Chief Morgan to arrive with Tina's family. Your eyes drift upward to where Heather floats in her crystalline suspension pod, naked and trembling in perpetual orgasm. The transparent pod hangs from the ceiling like a perverse chandelier, giving you an unobstructed view of your former childhood bully.
"She looks so fucking pathetic up there," Tina says, entering the hall in her leather driver uniform, now modified to be topless in compliance with your mansion decree. Her pierced nipples glint in the morning light. "Can't believe that bitch used to make my life hell in high school too."
"Did she now?" you ask, intrigued by this connection.
"Oh yeah. She was a grade above me but made sure to target the 'poor trash' as she called us. Called me a dyke punk loser." Tina laughs bitterly. "Look who's the loser now."
You grin, summoning the Servant Gun to your hand. With a simple adjustment, you activate the pod's audio function, allowing Heather to hear you both.
"Heather, pay attention," you command. "Your old victim is here to say hello."
Heather's eyes flutter open, her body still convulsing with pleasure. "P-please... so much... can't stop... cumming..."
"Shut up, power socket," you snap, turning to Tina. "She's all yours."
Tina grins wickedly, stripping off her leather shorts. "Watch this, useless cunt," she calls up to Heather, dropping to her knees before you. "I'm going to show you how a real woman pleases her goddess."
With practiced skill, Tina takes your futa member into her mouth, her purple-streaked hair bobbing enthusiastically as she works. You grip her hair tightly, thrusting deeper as you look up at Heather.
"See that, Heather? Your social inferior is my favorite driver now. And you're just infrastructure."
Heather moans helplessly, her body glowing brighter with pink energy as her humiliation fuels her power production.
"Fucking worthless rich bitch," Tina growls between slurps, her dark lipstick smearing across your shaft. "Bet you wish you were down here instead of being a fucking light fixture."
You pull Tina up roughly, bending her over a nearby console table. "Let's give her a real show," you whisper, entering Tina from behind with a powerful thrust.
"Oh fuck yes!" Tina screams, her punk persona melting into pure submission. "Show her how you fuck your servants!"
As you pound into Tina with increasing force, Heather's pod glows brighter, her orgasmic energy feeding directly into the mansion's systems. The chandelier lights flicker with each of her convulsions.
"P-please..." Heather begs, though whether she's begging for mercy or to join in remains deliberately unclear.
Your enhanced stamina allows you to continue for nearly twenty minutes before both you and Tina reach climax. As you finish, the mansion's front gates chime, announcing Chief Morgan's arrival with your expected guests.