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And Then I Became the Villainess' Clothing... (Extra 1)
🕑 Added 2024-03-31 04:00:25 +0000 UTCHere's an extra chapter that I was originally going to include all-together with the main chapter; follows directly on from the main story here (read the main story first!): https://www.patreon.com/posts/and-then-i-1-101396407
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“Interesting”... To say that I give a slight shiver just on top of her right shoulder...
“I”... Just a little stroke of the middle of her collarbone to signify the heart...
“-understand...” Is naturally a soft caress under her left armpit...
“-now.” And finishing with just a slight tingle of the right index finger she might use to lay down orders.
There's a sense to all of this, the language we are developing with our bodies; we're using symbolism and common sense to decide.
Listen to me... “We” and “We're” I keep saying... Is it wrong that I increasingly feel more and more like a part of Lady Cladis?
It's a sensation that's only grown over the course of the hour that we've spent splayed out, squirming in delight on her huge, silky bed.
From the moment Lucretia decided (quite wisely) that this is how we should communicate, this borderless intimacy was inevitable.
We have over 300 words already and – I'm delighted to say - we're only getting started!
A shiver up her spine to say “Thank-you...”
“I...” again, “-feel...” I say with fingertips pressed against hers, “-great!”
Oh that word's even better than “Thankyou...” Our inner-thighs tingle in delight as I “say” it to her in our language of barely audible latex creaks.
'~Hmhmhmhm!~' She chuckles and those vibrations ripple through me, 'You really do feel great!'
I would blush, but we're so far past that now.
We're beyond She and I... beyond wearer and clothing even... We're like one writhing, dangerously potent entity with two minds!
I mean that too, we're so damn dangerous it's equal parts frightening and exhilarating!
Communication between us isn't all we've learned during out tactile private audience, we've also learned just a little bit about our new physical potential!
How do I put this...? Lady Cladis has been twisting, moaning and playing with us for an hour and more, yet there's not a bead of sweat on her body!
She's so flush with energy that it's like she's just finished her morning coffee; every inch of her is buzzing with that lively static that makes me cling to her like glue.
We've worked out how and why this is the case too:
It's my unconscious doing, the very nature of my skin-tight form working like an elastic band that pulls tighter wherever she wants to move.
I'm augmenting her movements so much that she only needs to use one twentieth of her strength to achieve what all of her strength would once have managed!
That translates to more than mere endurance too, though...
It means that her strength, too, is like nothing I have ever even witnessed: she's a monster!
Out of the corner of my all-seeing eye, I spot the dumbbell that my wearer has been using to maintain her lithe, powerful strength up to now.
It's not really a dumbbell any more, though... It's a twisted scrap of metal marked by finger-shaped indents where the reinforced steel buckled in our hand like wet clay!
The thing that gets me about all this is that we're only just scratching the surface and we both know it!
'So now you know the truth about my enterprise, I want to know about your world.' Lady Cladis insists, but even though I know she deserves an answer, I'm hesitant...
“What is there...” I say with creaking, slithering movements across various parts of her voluptuous, strewn form.
“I...” We don't have a word for hate or dislike...
'Hmm? Missing a word...?' She realises instantaneously, as if she can already hear what I'm thinking without my having to say so.
'~Ah!~' She gasps in response to my attempt.
'Since we know how you say “like”, I will assume that means you hated it?' A little twitch she feels with her bosom to confirm her response. '~Mhmmm...~'
“I was weak...” Weak is an easy word to convey: a firm force on the sole of her right foot like something feeble being held beneath her potent command.
“I had no reason...” A trickier one, but we've been surprisingly thorough in the words we've invented sensations for.
“-to go on trying.” I admit, an admission of defeat I would never have willingly said out loud to anyone I know back there!
'Someone else beat you to world domination?' Wow... The mind of an evil genius, I guess!
“It wasn't...” Hmm, our sensation for “Like” doesn't fit this alternate meaning, but whatever... I gently lift her curvaceous tits to say it anyway. “-that.”
“Nobody... ruled the world.” I stress, “Just companies...” (Not like the one Lady Cladis runs, mind you) “-and governments who didn't care.”
'Huh...' Lucretia hums in understanding, 'Not too different after all, then.'
What does she mean by that?
'Once I, or perhaps we, rule the world...' She boasts excitedly as her hands wander all over me, exciting and soothing me like a deep-tissue massage.
'-I think I'll exploit the little people just enough that my rule is absolute... While not being stupid enough to make them as hopeless as you seem to have been.' She considers her plan as she unveils it.
'I wouldn't be much of a “Genius” if I couldn't be worshipped by a world that has no choice in the matter... Now would I? Rebellion is tiresome when you're not the one doing it, after all...'
I use all the words that say I'm pleased, because they just so happen to intersect with all the places I might touch Lady Cladis to tell her that I'm excited.
I never would have thought this could happen to me... World domination?
Never!
I would never dare to even dream of attempting it, regardless of having been completely incapable in my world!
Now, though... I believe in her when she promises it.
She talks like someone who doesn't just think she can rule the world... She talks like she expects to!
'You like?' She purrs, writhing some more and stroking me, her living bodysuit, all over.
'Sssublime!' Oooh, she has that femme-fatale purr to her voice, that gift for deploying it in such a way that she could melt wrought iron with a word.
'Now...' She continues, clearly keen to be talked to some more, 'How about we-'
She stops and slumps back to lie flat on the bed before slowly turning her head towards her desk.
Atop it her intercom is buzzing with a red light flashing on the top.
'Just one evening to enjoy myself...' She sighs, 'Such is the lot of the evil mastermind, I suppose!'
With a movement so inhumanely impressive that I can barely believe we pull it off, she throws us out of bed.
'Why oh why might a general alert be sounding now?' She ponders as we swagged powerfully to the desk and press the flashing button.
'Lady Cladis, deepest apologies for the interruption!' She's sneering, despite Colt being the one delivering the message.
I know he gets special treatment, but it seems like she's about to tear him apart anyway.
“No... Relax. It must be important.” I tell her with slippery touches all over her inexhaustible form.
'Mhmm.' She responds to me, clearly calming herself. 'Tell me why you are interrupting me.'
Her words are still venomous and intimidating; I hate to think what she might have said otherwise!
'Unfortunately, it's about Mademoiselle Reynard...' He starts, clearly nervous.
Ahuh, I totally called it!
'It seems that she... escaped... The tr-'
'SHE ESCAPED?!' Lucretia suddenly roars, catching me just as much by surprise as her henchman.
'Did I not drop her into a death trap?!' She demands without pause nor remorse.
'Y-Yes, my Lady...' The big man sheepishly responds.
It amuses me a little to imagine the guy cowering away when I consider that he's so huge that he would intimidate just about anyone by his presence alone!
'And what part of “Death” “Trap” leaves room for escape?!' Wow, she's really going in on him.
“It's probably not his fault...” I have to use just half the movement for “Faultless” since we decided that one early-on, naturally!
'You're right, my suit... It probably isn't Colt's fault...?' She twists my words into a way of extracting an admission.
'T-Three guards were found knocked out near a ventilation shaft in the vicinity, M'lady...' And he gave them up just like that, I'm sensing an iron fist at play here.
'Then don't you think they should be sent to my chamber for punishment, Colt?' She asks in a way that makes it seem like any answer he gives is wrong.
'Of course, your Ladyship!' He slavishly responds from the other end of the line.
'And don't you think the designer of this particular trap has something to answer for also?' She asks, though Colt knows as well as I do that it wasn't a question.
'Yes, my Lady, he most likely does!' Correct answer, big man.
'Then since you think that, why don't you take care of him in the way you think is appropriate!' Oh snap... That's pretty brutal. Would hate to be him if he messes that up!
'I'm sure everyone in the trap department could stand to learn a lot from that, too!' Oof, she wants him to do it in front of the guy's colleagues and make him the baddie?
'Of course, you Ladyship. I'll see to it immediately.' And with that he is excused.
That's a pretty raw deal when it was Lucretia herself who decided to drop her enemy into the trap; feel a little sorry for him, but...
Wait... If the others are coming here and Lady Cladis plans on punishing them... Does that mean she's going to execute them?!
Does that mean... I'm going to have to be involved with that?!
I-I-I... I can't do that!
I've never...
I could never...
'Yes you can, my slinky second skin!' How did she know? I'm shaking, but...
'You can and you will...' I can see just enough of her face to witness a terrifyingly evil expression the like of which I've never known.
'Because you'll soon find out the price of failure in my organization!' She feels me gulp and it makes her laugh.
'Oh if I had a heart it would just break with all the wickedness I'm forced to do!' Her ever-widening smile says she regrets absolutely nothing!
What the hell have I gotten myself in to...?
Or more accurately: what kind of demon have I gotten myself on to?!
To be continued...
