Let Tina customize Beverly while you observe the hierarchical structure forming among the drivers than tell the drivers that unless they are driving a servant not a slave they are required to follow traffic laws. you than leave to have Maxine install dildo's modeled after your dick on the driver seat for the driving company cars you then meet to tell Victoria her financial plan is approved while the two of you visit you bullies to taunt bullies and fuck each other
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You step back, materializing a comfortable chair with a wave of your hand, and settle in to watch as Tina takes command of her new punk goth driver collective. The Servant Gun gleams in her hands as she circles Beverly Wilson, studying her transformation with obvious pleasure.
"You're fucking perfect already," Tina declares, twirling a strand of her own purple-streaked hair. "But let's make you my lieutenant." She adjusts the settings on the gun, her tongue poking through her lip piercing in concentration. "Experimental: Enhanced punk goth driver lieutenant with leadership abilities and special connection to me."
The beam envelops Beverly again, her already transformed body shimmering as additional changes take effect. The purple streaks in her hair grow more vibrant, forming lightning-like patterns through the black. A stylized steering wheel tattoo appears on her chest, the center forming Tina's initials.
"Holy shit," Beverly gasps, her back arching as the transformation completes. "I can... I can feel all of them." She looks around at the other drivers, her eyes wide. "I can sense their capabilities, their strengths."
You observe with interest as the hierarchical structure forms spontaneously among the drivers. Beverly rises to her feet, automatically taking position at Tina's right hand. The other drivers shift, unconsciously arranging themselves in a formation that reflects their driving specialties and abilities.
Grace Chen, formerly Gregory, moves to Beverly's right, her green mohawk standing proud above her leather-clad form. "Precision driving and pursuit specialist," she announces without prompting.
Maria Sanchez steps forward on Beverly's left, her crimson-streaked hair cascading over spider web tattoos. "Navigation and escape routes expert."
One by one, the drivers find their places in the hierarchy, each announcing their specialty: high-speed pursuit, defensive driving, stunt maneuvers, urban evasion, rural terrain navigation, weather condition adaptation.
You rise from your chair, towering over the assembled drivers. "There's one important rule you all need to understand," you announce, your voice carrying effortlessly through the garage. "Unless you are driving a servant—someone who belongs to me—you will follow all traffic laws perfectly."
The drivers look confused for a moment until Tina clarifies. "When you're driving normal people, you drive fucking normally. No showing off, no breaking laws. But when you're driving one of us," she gestures to herself and you, "you drive however the fuck we want. Got it?"
"Yes, Goddess Tina!" the drivers respond in unison.
"Beverly will establish your schedules and assignments," you continue. "You'll receive your vehicles tomorrow. Dismissed."
As the drivers file out, led by Beverly who's already issuing instructions, you turn to Tina. "I need to speak with Maxine about a special modification to the driver's seats. Meet me later to discuss your new fleet."
You find Maxine in her laboratory, her enormous breasts nearly spilling from her transparent lab coat as she leans over a workbench.
"Jane!" she exclaims delightedly, straightening up. "I was just studying the progressive transformation patterns in Lieutenant Vasquez's blood samples. Fascinating results."
"I have a special request for the driving company vehicles," you say, stepping closer and sliding a hand around her waist. "I want the driver's seats to include dildos modeled after my cock."
Maxine's eyes light up behind her stylish glasses. "Oh, that's delicious," she purrs, already reaching for her design tablet. "A constant reminder of who they serve while they drive. I can have the molds ready within the hour."
After finalizing the designs with Maxine, who enthusiastically suggests additional pleasure-enhancing features, you seek out Victoria. You find her in her office, poring over financial projections on multiple holographic displays.
"Victoria," you announce, "your financial restructuring plan is approved. Begin implementation immediately."
Victoria's crimson lips curve into a delighted smile. "Thank you, Mistress. I've already begun drafting the necessary documents."
"Excellent. Now, I think it's time we paid a visit to our bully collection. I want to see how they're adapting to their new purpose."
Victoria's eyes darken with pleasure as she rises from her desk. "A perfect way to celebrate, Mistress."
You lead the way to the mansion's east wing where the transformed bullies hang suspended in their crystalline pods, connected to the mansion's power grid. Jessica Hayes, Victoria's childhood tormentor, glows with pulsing energy, her transformed body frozen in a moment of perpetual orgasm.
"How does it feel?" you ask Victoria, watching her face as she gazes at her former bully.
"Indescribable satisfaction," Victoria admits, her breathing quickening. "To see her serve a purpose, to know she powers the lights in my office..."
You pull Victoria against your body, your enhanced height allowing you to tower over her as you kiss her deeply. She moans into your mouth, her hands sliding up to caress your breasts.
"Right here," you growl, pushing her against the wall opposite Jessica's pod. "I want her to watch us."
Victoria whimpers with anticipation as you tear open her midnight blue business dress, exposing her perfect breasts to the eerie glow of the power pods.