[Corruption, Dronification, Identity Erasure]

Atlas Corp. A corporation that spans the entire world and tries its best to integrate every little piece of modern life into its workings. And it's been rather succesful in doing so, in part thanks to the dedicated efforts of those that serve it. But even so, there were still elements that were yet to be thoroughly tapped into. Elements that it shouldn't even try to get involved in. Like the fight against the evils that permeated through the world.

But did that stop Atlas Grimwald, the head of the megacorp himself, from doing just that? Of course not. Those that were held back by restrictions that were unfairly leveled at them were inferior. He was going to make sure that it was perfectly clear, and that nobody could even try to stand up against him when he had all the chips on the table.

To that end, he did what many might consider morally bankrupt. He took matters into his own hands and crippled the defenses that the governments of the world were able to put up. Whether they were more impersonal like the many weapons that they tried to prop up as the latest and greatest innovation in defensive measures... Or the brains behind their various schemes and attempts to keep themselves afloat.

The results of his endeavor, besides the fact that he now served as the most dangerous man in the world thanks to the arms deals that he was able to set up with both his own technology and the weapons that he had managed to take from right underneath the governments' nose, were readily apparent. Especially as he looked down under his desk and softly smiled at the two ladies that were more than ripe for a good evening with him.

"Do you two ever tire of this?" Atlas smiled softly as he rested his head on the back of his hands, all while looking down at the two brown-skinned women that currently had their faces pressed up against his generously large bulge. He didn't truly blame them for being this way, as he had been the one behind a greater deal of their current motivation, but that wouldn't stop him from teasing them about it.

Neither of the two women were in any mood to try and fight back. They were much more entertained by the sheer scent that was permeating from that bulge. Much more enthralled by the size of it. And much more engaged in just letting their cheeks rub up against each other as they tried to get another whiff...

A snap from the young man's fingers was all that it took to snap them out of their current pleasure obsessed states, as both crawled out from under the desk thanks to the little bitch-sized flap on the front that was expertly disguised as just another part of the desk. Letting them both stand up side by side, as if nothing wrong had been going on for the last hour or so.

The two women that stood there had both been a part of the United States' attempt to keep themselves protected against supernatural forces, fighting back against the Fae and anything else that might crop up. A mother and daughter that had a rather strained relationship all things considered, thanks to the many secrets the matron had kept hidden from her own child.

On the left was the woman formerly known as Himani Bohra. The head of Project MTR, and the brains behind most of it. All of this had started once she had a long and exhausting negotiation with Atlas, which resulted in her relinquishing every single right she had and everything she ever owned, giving herself to the company in earnest and becoming one of its most important employees. Now, she was Rhea, one of the youthful company head's personal lovers and most trusted helpers. Something that was easy to tell thanks to her specific uniform, which was little more than a secretary's suit and pencil-shaped skirt, and the nanobot-laced tattoo that softly glowed through her white uniform. That, and the enhanced curves that came with the alterations that the nanobots had performed. Atlas always did like his ladies a little thicker in all the right ways.

On the right stood her daughter, a girl formerly known as Chetana Bohra. While she wasn't as important to Project MTR as her mother had been, that did not stop her from being an integral part of the plans that Atlas had cooked up. Once he had Rhea in the palm of his hand, of course he wanted a matching pair. Which was why he had isolated her in comparison to all of her teammates. While the rest of the MagiTechRangers were converted into loyal soldiers that were equipped with OracleTech, Chetana was given the same sort of treatment that her mother had gotten, redubbing her with the name Metis in the process. Nanobots flowing through her system and turning her into a fertile beauty with pleasant white hair that matched her mother's, while the womb tattoo that depicted the company logo glowed ever softly. While they may have had their differences during their time working for the sake of the government, they were now united in their desire for the youth that had stained them in every possible sense of the word.

Indeed, even after they had been snapped out of their pleasure-seeking modes where their tattoos were blindingly bright, neither of them could stop themselves from looking at their boss with gazes that just begged for him to take them in such a longing way. He had well and truly conquered them both, and just the sight of them like this was enough to make him all the more excited.

"Is anything wrong, Sir?" Rhea asked, doing her best not to visibly drool in the boy's presence. "There's nothing new to report, as far as our wireless connection to the OracleTech servers is able to tell. Unless there's something you've been keeping hidden from us." The experienced woman said, her body shuddering as she said the word hidden. To have secrets hidden from her, a woman that had basically written her entire life with the secrets she kept... Aha, the irony was driving a few droplets of sticky juice to pour down her thigh...

Metis nodded a little as well as she formed a heart across her own tattoo, trembling as she touched herself. While she had fully immersed herself in the role of Metis, her sensitivity was raised to levels that were practically impossible to ignore. She was always at a state that was this close to climax. And yet she knew she wasn't allowed to actively pursue it. Should she cum without actively pleasuring her boss, there would be consequences. So all that she could do was just stand there and bring emphasis to herself. "N-Nothing new. Not a single thing." It certainly didn't help that they weren't just connected to the database part of OracleTech, but also any station that was currently active. And the soldiers that were using it were currently being 'maintained'...

Atlas smiled at the way both of the wonderful women he had at his disposal were writhing and trying to avoid climaxing. They knew what their limits were. And they were trying their best to keep within them. Because they knew the pleasures would go away if they went against his orders. "No, there's nothing wrong. Not a single thing wrong about you two doing your best. I just have a little prototype that utilizes OracleTech. And I'd like for you both to try it on." He said, before pulling open one of his drawers and pulling out two locks that seemed awfully tiny considering everything that would have to be stored within.

Both Rhea and Metis each grabbed a lock and felt a shock pour through them. The tattoo over their wombs was reacting to the presence of this tech. What exactly was it going to do? Neither of them knew. All that they understood was that keeping it near them was letting them experience pleasure even greater than the subtle kind that poured through them at all times... While still denying them a proper climax, something that nearly caused Metis to fall onto her knees...

Atlas just smiled at both of them instead of giving them proper instructions. He trusted that they could handle it all on their own. Otherwise he wouldn't have made them his preferred lovers. He wouldn't have kept them this close if it wasn't for his complete and utter trust in them.

Rhea nodded, before looking to her daughter. Even when they were like this, there was a certain kind of heirarchy to things. And while her daughter was busy trying to prevent herself from falling down, the obedient matron stepped over, letting her heels click against the floor for but a moment before she grabbed her daughter's lock...

And then snapped it onto her collar. It immediately integrated with her suit as a moan left the younger lady's lips, more and more pleasure pouring through her. With very little time for her to react properly. It was like she was being slammed over and over by an onslaught of delight...

Rhea stepped back as she watched the lock working its magic. Slowly changing Metis' suit into something more resembling the kind of platforms that OracleTech was installed into. Unlike the platforms that the girl's team had become a part of, however, this platform was a lot more obviously erotic and seemed to have no direct purpose beyond erotic appeal.

Mechanical panels slowly stretched out across her arms and her torso, while her breasts were being cupped and displayed for the whole world to see thanks to the plated cleavage window. It wasn't just the upper torso experiencing this kind of mostly protected yet at the same time erotic appeal either, as there was a very noticable gap between the waist and the lady's thighs. Leaving most of her upper thigh exposed and drawing extra attention to a white plated area between the crotch, with the crotch itself having the Atlas Corp logo properly engraved right where it would press up against the clit. Below the exposed upper thigh, the plating continued to reach further and further down until it ended in a seamless and sleek looking heel that gave her a gait that would best be considered absurd, to the point where only mechanical control would allow somebody to properly move without tipping over.

The platform finished forming on Metis' body once it extended across her neck and reached up, forming a sort of headset across her ears. It seemed like, when combined with the additional mechanical detail added along her cheeks and the sides of her head, that something might be able to pop out...

And indeed with the snap of the youthful owner's fingers, the mechanical elements snapped shut and a completely black screen took their place, leaving Metis with no true identity since all of her easily identifiable elements had been hidden away by the platform. She was practically locked away, but she was not dissatisfied with this at all. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't have a heart blinking in the middle of her black screen...

Rhea trembled a bit after watching all of that. She could feel her body aching for the same sort of identity erasing treatment. "Sir, if I may... W-What exactly are these locks doing?" But she had enough sense left to ask the obvious question. Even if she knew the answer wouldn't ultimately bother her. Because the display of seeing her daughter shut away like that was far too good for her. It had turned her on so badly...

"I wouldn't exactly call them locks, Rhea." Atlas said as he climbed out of his chair, walking around his desk until he stood right behind that beautiful rear that he had given quite a lot of love to. A rear that he couldn't help but cup and kiss as he explained. "I like to call them Visions. Because the drones that are made from them represent my vision for the future."

Hearing that was enough to make Rhea's heart skip a beat. Then a moan slipped from her lips, partly because of the implications and partly because of her boss manhandling her ample and fertile rear. She had just locked away her daughter. Turned her into a drone. A vision of the future. A vision of what would happen to her.

"How do you feel, Rhea?" Atlas said as he circled around the older woman, smiling from ear to ear as that smile twisted into a grin. "Knowing that you've made your daughter into little more than a drone who can't do anything except for visualize her own pleasure? Knowing that you're singlehandedly responsible for leaving her as little more than a toy for me to enjoy? What do you feel from that knowledge?"

It took her a few minutes to properly respond. Mostly because her mind was processing everything. Processing how she had betrayed her own flesh and blood. Processing how she had set in motion something that would be impossible to stop, once OracleTech had been properly integrated into modern life through the various plans that Atlas already had in store...

"It makes me feel... fantastic..!" Rhea cried out as she had a completely unashamed orgasm right then and there, admitting that she loved this kind of feeling. She loved to betray the ones that she had once loved. She loved to betray those that had once been dear to her. All for the sake of furthering her boss, no, her darling's master plan. So much so that she trembled more and more as her hand with the lock drifted closer and closer to her own neck.

Atlas looked on with his grin widening ever further in response to her shameless cries. He wanted her to go even further. He didn't even try to stop her from locking herself away and turning herself into a Vision. He could always get new girls that were just as useful as the two had been. And he wasn't even being subtle about it, you could see it written across his face with how gleeful he was...

Knowing that she was replacable. Knowing that he could throw her and her daughter away at any moment once they turned themselves into Visions. Knowing that he had done all of this only to just casually toss them aside when they weren't useful any longer. These were thoughts that would've made a sensible woman understand exactly what she needed to do. But Rhea wasn't reasonable. She wasn't sensible. She was devoted to the youth that had turned her into this horny mess.

Which was why she immediately slammed that lock against her collar. Feeling it quickly spread across her body and restrict her movement thanks to the sheer tightness of the mechanical additions. Feeling it press against her bosom and push up her breasts until they looked even more alluring than they normally were. All while the shocks of having her clit be pressured by the crotch plate squishing against it, and the gentle breeze of the room's cooling air brushing against her thighs sending her arousal climbing higher...

The installation of the Vision platform was swift. Once she felt the mechanical additions wrap around her ears and give her a pseudo-headset, she could feel the extra arousal bouncing around inside her. She couldn't move an inch thanks to the fact that she hadn't properly integrated with the technology yet, not could she stop herself from vibrating thanks to how turned on she was. She wanted to cum. She wanted to climax. She wanted to experience the mind-shattering orgasm that would reduce her to little more than an obedient drone. But if she did that, she would cease to exist until the screen snapped off her face and allowed her to experience the world once again. was that truly what she wanted..?

One look down at Atlas was all it took for her devoted heart to take over. "Make me part of your vision, darling! Shut me away and show me off to the world! I want nothing more than to make everyone understand exactly what it is that you want!" Rhea couldn't keep herself from sliding deeper into complete and utter devotion. Even if it meant that she would throw away it all.

Atlas responded with a snap of his fingers, and the world went dark for Rhea. She couldn't see a thing. She was left alone with nothing but her arousal, as the mechanical elements that made up her platform took over and let her experience every little intricate detail of her arousal, all while relieving her of any and all physical duties that she had to perform. Even mental duties were easy for it to perform, since a Vision barely needed to do any real thinking.

The young man smiled from ear to ear as he looked at the two Visions standing in front of him. Both of them practically identical, with a slight difference between the height of their respective heels to make them appear as if they were matching perfectly. Which was the intent of the Vision platform. Equality would be a selling point... Because in his world, every little slut was going to be devoted to him regardless of their origin or their opinion. So why not make them look identical too, make it harder for them to try and stand out should they ever break free of their conditioning?

With both of them like this, it was easy for Atlas to climb onto his desk and gently unzip his pants, allowing the full size of his manhood to slip out from the tight bulge it had been compressed into. All while licking his lips and issuing a single command to the two Visions. "Breast Service."

Both Visions listened and obeyed, presenting their breasts for the tit-job service that their owner had ordered them to perform. Not realizing who they had once been. Not realizing that they were being dehumanized to obey and do simple orders.

They were his Vision for the world after all. And in his Vision, everyone listened. Like the Good Girls that they were.