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Cynthia Walters blissfully strolled through the corridors of the engineering section, eager to report to her Atrexian superior that she had finished programming the new brainwashing pods. She was a member of the engineering team tasked with converting the station's manufacturing facilities to produce Atrexian weapons and equipment, with the most pressing priority being the mass production of the brainwashing helmets and pods used to reprogram the women of Mumbai Station.

When she reached the platform where the Atrexian was giving orders to other women in engineering, she stopped in place and saluted.

"Overseer," she said with a respectful tone. "The brainwashing pods in bay nine are fully configured."

The Overseer, a female Atrexian, turned to look at Cynthia.

"Very well," the Overseer replied, looking down at the tablet in her hand.

"I believe some reward is in order," the Atrexian said. She tapped a button on her tablet and Cynthia felt pleasure erupt across her body like a web from the back of her neck. The device in her uniform that made her feel so good, the 'ecstasy inducer,' worked by transmitting pleasuring inducing signals throughout the nervous system.

Cynthia moaned and shook, the waves of pleasure causing her legs to buckle. She fell to her knees and whimpered.

"Thank you... thank you!" Cynthia panted as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

"Report to my chambers after the shift," the Overseer ordered. "This is good news. We will be able to hold slave auctions soon."

"What...are my orders, Overseer?"

"Report to Lieutenant Hannah Royce. She is putting together a plan for a planet-side slave processing facility."

Cynthia nodded, and got back on her feet, and then walked over to where she was directed. She heard a little about this project, but not much. She was eager to help however she could though.

She'd do anything for Atrexia.

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Cynthia Walters blissfully strolled through the corridors of the engineering section, eager to report to her Atrexian superior that she had finished programming the new brainwashing pods. She was a member of the engineering team tasked with converting the station's manufacturing facilities to produce Atrexian weapons and equipment, with the most pressing priority being the mass production of the brainwashing helmets and pods used to reprogram the women of Mumbai Station.

When she reached the platform where the Atrexian was giving orders to other women in engineering, she stopped in place and saluted.

"Overseer," she said with a respectful tone. "The brainwashing pods in bay nine are fully configured."

The Overseer, a female Atrexian, turned to look at Cynthia.

"Very well," the Overseer replied, looking down at the tablet in her hand.

"I believe some reward is in order," the Atrexian said. She tapped a button on her tablet and Cynthia felt pleasure erupt across her body like a web from the back of her neck. The device in her uniform that made her feel so good, the 'ecstasy inducer,' worked by transmitting pleasuring inducing signals throughout the nervous system.

Cynthia moaned and shook, the waves of pleasure causing her legs to buckle. She fell to her knees and whimpered.

"Thank you... thank you!" Cynthia panted as she rode the waves of her orgasm.

"Report to my chambers after the shift," the Overseer ordered. "This is good news. We will be able to hold slave auctions soon."

"What...are my orders, Overseer?"

"Report to Lieutenant Hannah Royce. She is putting together a plan for a planet-side slave processing facility."

Cynthia nodded, and got back on her feet, and then walked over to where she was directed. She heard a little about this project, but not much. She was eager to help however she could though.

She'd do anything for Atrexia.