The closer we get to the base the more obvious it is to all of us that the crystal really is working. We can't even see our selves, but it would appear the guards can't see us either. To save time we hastily move around the back of the structure. By hastily, I mean the two of them continually start to fly while still just an inch above the ground pulling me as I run my ass off. Once we're around to the rear of the structure we fly over the wall just like we planned.

Due to the sensitive nature of the project I'm surprised there aren't more guards inside, but then again, why would they need there to be? It looks like a combination of an old military base and a cliché futuristic lab facility.

Most of it looks like it's on the verge of being taken down, except for the tall building just about thirty feet from the outer wall. Of course, I didn't mention the fact that the building is attached to a shuttle. That's a pretty important detail. It doesn't look like the United States space shuttles, but it looks closer to that than any other design I could describe. It's not colored white though. It just looks like silvery metal.

Seeing this shuttle launch in broad daylight would hurt a lot.

"Let's go in there . . . quick . . . Who knows how long this'll last." I squeeze both of their hands, and they squeeze back. For walking what is essentially a six legged race we're doing pretty damned well. Pan and Aureus both move too fast as far as I'm concerned, but that just gives me something to strive for.

It feels so strange to be surrounded by women and men and not have a single one of them look at me. That might be a little of what slows me down but not as much as maybe it should be. The crystal could run out any second . . .

A part of me wants it to, but I'm not really sure why. It could be something The Domina left in my head somehow. This feels so awkward.

Lucky for us the door to that facility is already open. From the women carrying heavy boxes it looks like they're readying that final shipment. We got here just in time. The lock to the door looks like a number pad. If the combination is even three characters long, that's ten times ten times ten to figure out the combination at most.

Once we hurry inside, just behind two women carrying a metal crate that even empty looks like it would weigh a ton, the complex looks entirely different. Well, the first room doesn't, but the room afterwards. The outside look of only human orderliness disappears.

Every surface is white. The uniforms of the men and women in this area, mostly women, are all just plain crisp white. Their design accomplishes the task of clothing but it does little else. A desk has what appears to be several receptionists working on inputting something into computers. Very little here doesn't seem to be serving a direct purpose. It's not military efficiency, it's the efficiency of a bunch of drones set to obey mode.

"We need to get somewhere to hide or up into that shuttle and quick . . ." Olivia whispers into my ear and I couldn't agree with her more. "This thing feels like its crumbling."

I hadn't felt that. This is just far too eerie for me to have paid good attention. Luckily enough, the two women are proceeding into what looks like a large service elevator. There probably aren't any cameras inside of the elevator. Anyone who got this far would likely have to be a part of the project; at least I'm sure that's what they thought in an effort to cut costs. That's what I would have thought, but Ember is in charge of things like that. My say, The Domina's say, might not have mattered.

"In there . . ." My voice whispers it first to Pandora and then to Olivia. They both squeeze my hands, and we follow the women in. As soon as I step in the doors seal shut with a loud sound, and the elevator begins to move upwards.

Neither of the women says a single thing. They're dressed in what look like standard uniforms, silver and red with the symbol of The Argentum Project at the right of their chests, a silver sparkle surrounded by a green halo on a small black field. I'm sure that I thought that was very clever. Katya Emerald must have, too.

Pandora and Olivia are staying amazingly quiet, as are those two no doubt robotized women. The metal crate rests between the two of them and all they seem to be waiting for is the chance to pick it back up again. Of course, now is when the crystal has to shatter.

Even when three women, a brunette in a skin tight body suit with a stylized domino mask, a woman made of gold, and a pale looking woman with purple bangs dressed like she's ready to hit an exclusive club, appear out of nowhere the two worker bees don't even react. Above us on the wall a number counts up the floor. It's no doubt a high number that we're waiting for, and they're just going to let three intruders ride up with them.

They must see us out of the corners of their vision but they don't even turn to look at us!

"Is anyone else creeped out by that?" Pandora points at them, and I just nod. "They're just a couple of dolls, just standing there. How can they not react? Shouldn't they be screaming intruder and beeping a lot?"

"Why would labor drones even have programming to react to intruders?" Aureus has a point. I look around the ceiling of the elevator and I can't see anything that even vaguely resembles a camera.

No one knows we're here. This has gone way too well. "I would suggest we knock them out and steal their uniforms but there's only two of them and there are three of us, and even still I don't think I could carry that . . . I have no clue how we're going to get them to let us ride that shuttle."

Neither of them responds, and we are running out of floors. The whole point of this mission is to get up there without anyone being suspicious. If we can't catch them off guard when they arrive, they'll be catching us off guard. The Argentum Array must have some sort of internal defense network, and even if just Ember and The Domina were ready for us I'm sure we would be outnumbered in sheer force alone.

Drones won't be easy to convince of something like our necessity to safeguard the contents of the crate. Even trying anything I would use on them might be useless with the . . . implants . . . that Mind Bore has fitted them with. All of them are just mindless automatons. How do you sway a mindless automaton?

Olivia snaps her finger and then grins like an idiot. Her hand reaches up and she pulls the metal clip keeping my hair up out. "Take out your contacts . . . Sarah. This is your project, after all. Command your subjects."

My eyes go wide and I just want to slap her as hard as I can before what she says starts to make sense. Pandora looks about to hiss before I shake my head and reach up to pull out my contacts and slide them into the small container I keep in my belt just in case.

Of course! If all of this is going to be put together by me, I may as well take advantage of that. Rank of alternative evil selves from the future has privileges. At least, I hope so.

"No, don't worry Pandora. She's right. After all, when Sarah LaSilvas is in her own installation, I hardly think she needs to wear ridiculous disguises like this, don't you agree?" Reaching up I pull off my mask and take a deep sigh. Except for being silver, I look just like The Domina does, give or take a little wear and tear.

It's this or begging nicely.

Immediately the two drones gasp and turn to face me. "Domina! You are not with Project Head Raine. You are also not with the other project heads. Your launches are scheduled for later. This is a cargo shipment."

One of the women finally reacts. Good. Her hair is blonde and she looks very nondescript in a twenty something sort of way. She's the ideal drone. "Yes, this is a cargo shipment. I am arriving ahead of schedule. None of the other project heads are to be notified. I wanted to make one last inspection. I always loved looking out to the stars before doing something big. Where better than on my own space station?"

I force myself to grin in the same way The Domina did when I first met her. My face feels like pure arrogance and hubris. I've only talked like this in my mind but it should pass muster. Please let it pass muster.

Aureus hasn't let go of my hand though Pandora has, and her grip is tightening by the moment.

"Of course, Domina! This is the final piece of the Spear. It should be finished shortly before the other project heads arrive. Your guests?" The woman seems to trust me. You'd think that I would have tied all of their obedience protocols to my hair or my eyes, something that would have been silver, so that my meddling alternate past self wouldn't pull off a trick like this.

"New recruits to the project, Aureus, and Pandora. Aureus is a specialist in . . . metallurgy, whereas Pandora is in . . . " My mind is drawing a blank. The conversation doesn't really matter. The drone has accepted me as long as I can keep this up. "Pandora is a specialist in astronomy."

Immediately the drone's face brightens. It's such an artificial reaction but it must be real as she can do given the circumstances. "We will prepare the shuttle for you to accompany us, as well as the new recruits. There will be room. Is there anything else you require Domina?"

What else would The Domina require? What else is logical to ask? Neither of my teammates says a damned thing.

Flying solo when you have two people on either side of you to ask is a very uncomfortable feeling to say the least. "Nothing, thank you. What is your name, I've forgotten? I know it doesn't matter, just humor me. Every so often I like to pretend there's more to you women than just flesh, bone . . . and circuitry . . . if you don't mind me saying so, or asking."

"Heather, Domina! I don't mind, I don't mind any thing you order me to do, Domina. I am a loyal member of the project! I do no more nor less than required. My desires are unimportant compared with your goal of unifying the world. I am awed by you, Domina." Her voice drips with worship. It's scary to think that a version of me could actually let a legion of women be full of programming like this especially if I'm involved with Valerie Raine. Heather said that Valerie was going to be coming separately . . .?

Nothing quite adds up, but even though I could erase this woman's memory the real Domina could no doubt have her recover it. "Good girl, Heather. Then all I require is for you to make sure I need not bother with arranging any more of this flight. My guests and I are not to be bothered for clearance, or any menial questions. All of that can wait for the other project heads."

"Of course, Domina! All of that will be attended to for you! You will not have to do anything other than be a passenger of luxury aboard the cargo shuttle! It's hardly worthy of a woman of your radiance but we will do everything we can to make sure it's close as it can be!" She solutes, and so does her matching partner.

She must be the dominant of the pair. It makes sense to have working pairs contain one submissive and one dominant. The submissive must constantly just be obeying her and the project at once, where the dominant is obeying the project by commanding the submissive and submitting to the project at once.

It's just twisted enough to make a human mind wrap around it like a body pillow.

After that little exchange, Heather turns away, and goes back to just staring at the crate. "Olivia . . . That was truly brilliant. I would have never thought of that."

"Hah! Great move Aureus!" Pandora grins and her fangs are in plain view. I don't think I'll ever think of that as normal. It is gorgeous in an elegant way and so otherworldly. It's almost like she belongs in another world. I feel like that a lot too, but she actually exemplifies it. Aureus does too, but not quite in the same way. Pandora doesn't need to transform to look otherworldly. She just is, always.

"It was nothing, just luck. Sarah was the one who really pulled it off. Without her performance . . ." Aureus grins. Watching her face shift in such a human way when she's a woman made out of gold is beyond gorgeous, and special in a way I can't describe.

Shrugging I just stare up at the numbers as they go higher and higher. "Pretending to be yourself isn't a performance, but thanks."

Finally there's a loud dinging sound, and the doors to the elevator open. Luckily they're the opposite doors we walked into so we don't need to move out of the way of the cargo. Heather and her subordinate both bend down and hoist it up in a graceful motion, but the sound is far louder than it seems like it should be. Whatever is inside of there is heavy and no doubt dangerous if it's a part of that spear.

After they move the crate out I start to follow, and my friends follow behind me. The room is just as spartan as the others inside of the actual complex. Heather and the other drone speak briefly to two other women behind another counter, and then begin to proceed towards a long corridor.

It looks very reminiscent of the walkway between an airport and an airplane. "Well . . . Seems like we're here." My voice must not sound very hopeful, but that's mostly because this feels far too good to be true. We're almost on the only shuttle that can take us from earth to the space station where no doubt the final conflict has to take place. It could be that we planned this out well enough but at the same time things are just going too easily. I almost feel like this is the forest moon all over again.

The path isn't too long and soon we're inside of it and sure enough it seems like . . . an airplane crossbred with a shuttle. There is a small seating section immediately inside of the shuttle, and the women continue deeper in to no doubt set up the cargo.

"It looks like we won't be needing to wear any special kinds of clothing either, nothings hung anywhere, the women didn't change . . ." Olivia sounds suspicious and I don't blame her at all.

Then again, even if The Domina is only from five years in the future some form of anti gravity and internal climate control might have been reached a thousand times over by then. A flat screen television still seems like an amazing technological breakthrough to me but I am hardly a tech head. I wonder what Alyssa would have to say about this.

All of the seats do have straps though. Two go over either shoulder and one wraps around the waist. Once I click them into place I wiggle against the chair and sigh. If I had ever gotten a hang of flying then this might not make me feel so nervous.

Olivia is sitting to my left, and Pandora sits to my right. There are three more seats across from us, and two behind both sets of three. No doubt there's a pilot in the front. The additional seats must be for project heads or drones carrying cargo. The women haven't returned yet, but who knows if that's on purpose or what. It's all going too easy! I shouldn't be wishing for something to go horrifically wrong.

"Shuttle Tydirium is preparing for launch to the Argentum Array. Please remain in your seat for the duration of the trip as we will be maintaining maximum speed to ensure completion of the Spear." Where the voice came from I can't be sure, but I know it came from inside of the shuttle.

"Great, at least we'll be leaving soon, that's good right?" Pandora's voice is nervous and she clenches her hands around the hand rests. Is this even safe for her? We are going up into space, and well, space is one hell of a lot closer to the sun. She would have said something though, and this is hardly the time to ask her for a crash course in real life vampirism.

Nodding I clench my own hands into fists as the rocket starts to shake. What sort of technology is used for all of this I have no clue, but I am actually going to be going out into space! It's as exciting as it is frightening. I'll actually be able to come out the heroine without losing my head and just getting lucky.

Maybe losing my powers was the best thing that could have happened to me.

A sharp sound comes from my left and I reach my hand over to squeeze Aureus's. It feels strange to squeeze a metal hand like that, but she smiles. "It'll be okay. And yes Pan, it is definitely good. All we have to do now is just wait to arrive, scope out the station, and find some way to sabotage the spear. After that, well, okay, then there's the tricky part of bringing the project heads to justice, but I'm hoping that part will be simple enough it may as well happen off screen."

Both of my companions groan, and I can hardly blame them. Humor is a defense mechanism, but it's rare that anyone else finds that sort of humor funny. Closing my eyes I pull my hand back onto its own rest and just relax as the shuttle begins to move.

For a moment it feels like it's shaking fiercely and then it just stops. It has to be moving, I can feel it moving, but compared to the initial eruption it feels like nothing. We're actually in space!

A strange sound starts up for only a moment and I can't quite place where it's coming from. It's similar to a faint hiss but it's a lot louder than that. Shaking it off as oxygen necessary to be fed into the cabin I just relax and try to forget how serious of a task is ahead of me.

What will become of the three of us after this? Pandora will probably need to go back to Dolores. Olivia will probably need to leave too. It was nice having an understudy of sorts, and Pan isn't just a pretty face herself even if she hasn't been able to do much so far to show that. I'm still thankful that her flames can be extinguished like that . . . and equally thankful that I remembered to get another extinguisher.

The air really does smell very sweet. It must be purer air than I'm used to. That would make sense, a shuttle with the purest air, purer than any you'd find on the earth down below. It feels so good, just faintly like air actually has its own smell like how good water tastes like it has its own taste.

I inhale the deepest breath I can and slowly mewl in how satisfying it feels. Something is primal about it, like some sort of passionate first breath. My body feels so warm, hot, yearning and I take another deeper breath and breathe in through both my nose and my mouth. More of that sweet smell sears into me and I let out the faintest of cries. It's the best air I ever could have dreamed of.

"Sarah . . .? Are you okay . . .?" Olivia sounds worried, so I mewl happily and slowly shake my head. How could this feel anything but purely blissful? How could Olivia feel any worry with any air like this?

"I feel fiiiine . . . great, really . . ." With air like this I'm surprised that The Domina doesn't spend all of her time in this shuttle with Valerie, just cuddling her, pressing her flesh to Valerie's and melting into this air. That warmer feeling feels firmer, more precise and all of my body pulses with it. Every thump in my chest makes my skin feel more sensitive and the tight suit is so perfectly stimulating, so sweet, just mmmm soo good . . .

Pandora whispers something but I don't hear it. My ears feel full of something, or sealed shut by how hot I feel. The stimulation of my suit grinding my panties into my crotch every time I squirm my legs and my hips is enough to make me moan with how sensitive I feel. My lips feel so swollen and craving, so hot.

Whatever is going on, it can't be normal, but I don't care. This feels a thousand times better than normal. Normal feels like nothing compared to this. Just becoming more and more aroused, more and more fuzzy with each breath I take, each movement I make, that's the way that life should be, it's so much better than thinking and trying to do such tough things that every little step makes you more and more nervous and worried . . .

The way the suit holds my breasts, supporting and yet squeezing them, is so easy to feel right now, easier than it is to feel anything else I've ever felt. Pink always had nice warm hands, but they could never grab all of me like this, they could never apply pressure everywhere I needed and wanted it all at once.

I take a deeper breath and whine as I can feel the suit moving against me. It has to be vibrating, or something. My whole body feels on fire! It's the good, needy kind of fire. I swear I can feel the suit grinding down on my clit.

"Patina! Come on!" Pandora puts a hand on my shoulder and gives me a shove. For the moment her hand is on my shoulder I whine out at the sensation. Feeling someone else pressing the suit against me is even better. Her hand was steady, the suit was steady . . . gooooddess I must be the thing that's vibrating! It feels so perfect, so hot, it's just what I want and need, fucking my skin tight suit and inhaling pure desire! Yes!

Even with Pan trying to rush me though, I can't cum yet. "Touch me more . . . Then I'll be able to come on . . . Mmm You can touch me around the harness, come on . . . Feel me, Pandora . . . Touch me, I need you to touch me . . . Mmm, you too Olivia, come on, fuck me, I'm already soooo close!"

Just imagining the two of them . . . oh if we could get out of these belts, I'd tear Pandora out of that tight suit she wears and grind my body into hers. Feeling Olivia grind against my back would be so hot, so perfect . . . Either way around, whatever, as long as I could be between the two of them pressing their bodies into me, feeling over them, feeling over me, just puddling with them!

Nothing feels better than this, just imagining it makes me feel it, I can feel bare tits grinding into my back, tits grinding into mine, warm hot flesh, hard nipples grinding into mine and down my back, wetness and heat so close to mine, fingers inside of me, fingers inside of them, my body can't stop shaking.

Just a little bit more . . . oh I just need it for a little bit more and I'll have it, I'll burst, I'll overflow, ruin my pretty new suit, mmm but no one would be able to see it I'd just be able to feel it. Savor told me about how Aura would sometimes do that to her own suit, so she had to adjust it to be good at being damp . . . Mmmm . . . I want that, I want to feel that, I want to remember how it felt to have the slut squad as my personal fuck toys, to just be the center of their needy enslaved orgy.

Aura always knew how to touch me, always knew where to rub her fingers inside of me and just how to slide her thumb. Her lips always latched so tenderly but just hard enough for it to be sheer perfection. She would always nibble just enough, suckle just enough and just the scent of her made it all better.

She taught me that once you get so aroused any touch can feel like a haven and enough touching can make you lose track of everything besides the feeling. Everything becomes free association sex. Your mind can make your body feel whatever you think when you become so consumed by need.

Consumed by need, is that what this . . . mmm I don't care what it is, I just want more, I just need more! I want more than just my mind fucking me! "Olivia . . . Pandora . . . I need you! Now!"

Neither of them starts to touch me or responds so I just whine and squirm more before sliding my hands over my own body. The straps don't keep them form helping but I was so lost in how it felt that I forgot that I even had them. My back arches when my hands squeeze over my breasts through the suit. My nipples feel sooo hard against my fingers and I can feel how hard they are even without that. Oooh I feel so fucking good, it's hard to focus on anything else, hard as my nipples.

My hands slide down along my body, cursing the straps and start to rub up along my thighs once they slide over my hips. It feels so good, and the shaking of my body makes it even better. My fingers really feel like they're vibrating so firmly against me and I would do anything to feel that inside me, along my slit, a good pair of lips around my nipples would be perfect!

"Sarah . . . There has to be something in the air! You need to fight this, Sarah!" Olivia's voice is loud enough for me to hear but all it does is vaguely harsh my buzz as I start to grind into my fingers as they press my suit into my slit. Oh it feels sooo good right there, need to just feeel them tearing through!

Pandora yells something back to Olivia but I can't tell what it is, it doesn't matter, nothing really matters compared to . . . to . . . it's ssssoooo . . . need it, I need it more than anything, it is me, this orgasm, building, flowing over me, through me, channeling every part of me to make it the best it could ever be, it's the focused best parts of me all needing to burst, needing to flooow . . . !

If only Olivia would slide one of those fiiirm golden fingers where mine are, it would feel even better, mmm it would feel so perfect, warm hot metal to grind against like a stripper's pole made of gold. I'd love to give her a lap dance and cum fucking myself against her, fingers buried so deep with my lips limply quivering against her ear.

Never wanted something so much as this, never needed something so much as this . . . Oh it's so diviiiiine, so hot . . . Going to lose myself to it, it's so close now, nothing can hold it back, I can only make it closer!

My lips part as I take in the deepest breath I can manage. My breaths are all so quick, so quivering. Feels so good, so fucking perfect! "Gonna . . . gonna . . . gonna .. .!"

"No! Sarah you need to hold back, you need to stop yourself from losing yourself to this! Pan's a vampire, she can't be effected by the drug, I'm golden and like this I'm immune to things in the air . . . you need to fight through this! Please, for us, you need to stop yourself from cuming!" Olivia's voice sounds so panicked and it's not hot as it should be. She should be worried I won't cum as hard as I could, now thaaat would be just a horrible shame!

With all of this build up, all of the foreplay, all of the perfect air, if I didn't break the seat and tear the straps right off with my bucking it just wouldn't be worth it.

I know this is because of something artificial. Nothing feels this good if it's not artificial, fake, not naturally occurring or, special. It doesn't matter. Artificial happiness is still happiness. Why can't Olivia just turn back to normal so she can be happy too? She deserves it, deserves to cum her brains out and just be a hot little robotized drone, moving stiffly and begging to obey.

She'd make such a hot robot! She's strong enough to pick up things like that crate all on her own when she's golden and mmm she has such an obedient mind to boot. I don't think she'd be able to resist the process, they'd make her a drone and she'd be helping them so quick.

And Pandora would have to be kept as a pet, leashed, naked with those hot breasts free for her owner to touch and twist and grope, pussy free to make her cum her obedience again and again just like she did for me.

Mmm they don't neeeed me to free them from this . . . They need to surrender to this . . .Everyone does . . . If everyone could feel this feeling all at once, it would be perfect . . .!

"Fuuuuck!" My voice shatters when I try to scream and I can't stop shaking. Everything starts to go black as I let out a whine, quivering, gasping and groaning. Oh . . . that . . . this . . . isn't disappointing at all, it feels so hot, so good . . . cuming everything away but melty warmth . . . Just what I wanted . . .