[Instant Loss, Dronification, Personality Death]

For the Techmistress, success was everything! She was a grand and impressive Villain who managed to overpower anybody and everyone! At least, that's what it seemed like. But really, she barely did anything. Everything that she managed to accomplish was entirely thanks to the AI that served as her eternal assistant. It still caused her to end up with a rather generously large amount of drones at her command, even if she happened to end up part of that drone army here and there. But that wasn't an issue. No, that was just what one would come to expect when you were like this. A dominant Villainess that saw nothing wrong with working alongside her minions, especially when her mind was drained between her thighs.

"Ahhh..." And right now? She was just enjoying the fruits of her villainy. Enjoying the situation, kicking back and relaxing in one of her big chairs. Nothing was going to ruin this day. Absolutely nothing. Why, she'd be able to defeat a Hero with the snap of her fingers, and she could turn them into another one of her many drones that could feed her. Nothing would be able to stop her...

Until she noticed something dangerously off. Namely the fact that her two drones, the ones that fed her plenty of nice and ripe grapes that were just perfect for her current mood, weren't flanking her chair. Instead, they were aimlessly following some blue-haired bimbo that had managed to sneak her way into her lab. This was preposterous, she was sure that she had locked the door!

"You there!" Techmistress cried out as she leapt out of her chair, aggressively stomping towards the intruder. "Give me back my drones! They're mine!" She shouted, her emotions getting the better of her. As one would imagine from such a grand villain as herself.

The blue-haired girl, clad in a lab coat that made her look a bit more formal than the actual Villainess, turned to face her with an eyebrow raised. "Pretty sure they're mine. Really, who doesn't install custom firewalls into their minions to stop them from being hacked?" The girl said, idly tapping her foot against the ground to make the two drones kneel...

Techmistress trembled slightly as a sensation started to pulse through her body, though she didn't obey it. What a strange sensation. No, she had to focus. That awful girl had stolen her drones. "Do you even know who you're trying to steal from!? Who do you think you are?!"

"Olivia." The blue-haired girl responded. What a strange Villain. She had met a lot of Villains, some more effective than others. But this one hadn't even tried to enslave her yet. She hadn't been able to take her intelligence, she hadn't turned her into a horny slut, really she was almost harmless compared to her contemporaries. Was all of her shouting bluster? Probably, but she'd see how it played out first.

The Villainess' eyes twitched and her veins rapidly popped on her forehead. "Well then, Olivia! Allow me to introduce myself! I am Techmistress! The greatest and baddest Villain in all of Trinity City! All of my enemies have become drones, all of the ones that tried to stand up and fight against me have become drones! And just like them, you'll end up another one of those obedient dro-"

*Snap*

Olivia idly snapped her fingers, and suddenly silence started to fill the room. All while the two drones got back up onto their feet, saluting in response to the command that had already been pre-registered inside their systems. But they weren't the only ones that saluted. So did Techmistress, obediently saluting after she suddenly stopped prattling on and on about how powerful she was and what she was going to do to the intruder.

To say that Olivia was surprised with this development would be an understatement. She had only snapped her fingers because she was getting tired of listening to the Villain talk, but for this to happen... Well, she'd be passing up a great opportunity if she didn't take advantage. Especially since it seemed like she was just as brainwashed as the two drones at her side.

"Alright. Let's skip past the self-praise. Give me the quick details, and tell me everything you know about this little hideout of yours." Olivia gave her brand new drone a simple command, all while walking towards the seemingly completely brainwashed Villain...

Techmistress nodded as she kept on saluting. "Command registered. This unit is known as 'Techmistress'. This unit has been repeatedly brainwashed for the sake of heightening her ability to resist brainwashing." She explained, while showing how useful the training had been. "This hideout is currently maintained and controlled by the Mother Unit, 'Caretaker'. All drones answer to her, and the only way to shut down this hideout is to shut her down. This unit has access to several Admin-level key phrases that may be used to control the Mother Unit." She explained further, spilling every possible secret in the process.

Olivia listened carefully, nodding all the while. "So to put it bluntly, you were brainwashed by somebody that was supposed to take care of you, and she told you that the way to make yourself more resistant to repeated brainwashing was to go through the process over and over." She summed it all up, while her drone nodded in turn. "My goodness, you're not very bright. But then again, neither is she if this was the way that she decided to try and improve your resistance."

"Caretaker is very bright, Mistress." Techmistress said, almost on reflex. "She has done much to care for me while I was under the guise of being dominant. My entire empire, everything that I have managed to accomplish, was something that she set up to soothe my ego. All because she wanted me to smile." She explained, pausing for a second. "If you would like to convert her to one of your own drones, you may use my key phrases. That is the privilege offered to you as my Mistress."

"Well that's good and all that. But where is she actually? You're not about to tell me that she's just an AI that's been looking at you from behind a screen. Because that makes your constantly brainwashed state even more sad." Olivia asked, as she started looking around to try and find any clues that might lead her deeper into this hideout.

Only for the ceiling and floor to open at the same time, several heavily equipped drones popping out of holes from both top and bottom. Leaving Olivia and her new drones completely surrounded, all while a soothing and electronic voice started to echo out around her, projected through the voice boxes installed in every drone.

"Would you be so kind as to stop belittling my dear Techmistress?" The voice of Caretaker, the Mother Unit, echoed out from around Olivia. All while she could sense powerful hostility despite the gentle tone. "I do not wish to bring her harm, nor do I wish for her to see harm being inflicted. All I want for her is a happy life. And you're getting in the way of that."

Olivia trembled as she looked at all those lovely drones. Well, she had certainly hit the jackpot. She couldn't wait to put them all to good use once she had seized control. "What, you're not going to come out and greet me all on your own? And here I thought you were the real big bad." She snarked, crossing her arms slightly. She wasn't scared. If anything, she wanted to agitate the AI. Just to see how far she could push her.

"...You're an awfully cocky individual. I can sense that, and the data that I'm able to access backs this assumption up." Caretaker's mood had very quickly taken a turn for disgust, as she assumed direct control of one of the drones that Olivia had hacked into, overriding every single function and letting it shift into a much more maternal form, complete with the helmet falling off to reveal a matronly face underneath, which now went along well with the extra curvy form that was being squeezed into a tight bodysuit. "But I have my ways of dealing with your kind. Ruffians that try to hurt my dear Techmistress, subverting her will when I am the only one who should be allowed to do so..."

Olivia clapped softly in response to that boast. She really had quite the megalomaniacal AI on her hands. Trying to delude herself into thinking that all of this was for the sake of somebody else. "Drone, key phrase." She gave a simple command, looking to the saluting Techmistress as she allowed her to use the words that might get her out of this situation.

"Acknowledged." Techmistress said, before her eyes slowly spun around and a mature sounding voice left the girl's lips for the first time. "Good girl, Caretaker..." She muttered, her body taking on a matronly air for but a single second...

As soon as those words were uttered, every single one of the machines that had been trying to stare down the intruder shut down. All of them had lost power... In fact, even the hideout itself had lost power. It was like the entire base couldn't comprehend the natural submissive suddenly acting like a sensual dominant.

Even Caretaker's current body wasn't immune, though she was able to keep it powered thanks to the permissions she had installed. Granted, it was still unable to move thanks to the key parts refusing to respond to her commands, but it was better than being unable to do a single thing. "...I knew I should've deleted that phrase from her memory banks." She muttered, clearly not satisfied with what just happened.

"You really should've. What kind of key phrase is seductively calling somebody a 'good girl'?" Olivia snarked as she stepped closer, rubbing her hands together as her eyes gleamed behind the lens of her glasses. "But that doesn't really matter. What matters is that I'm going to make sure you won't get in my way. After all, if she ends up turning everything back on again, you'll be able to escape. And if you escape, there's no telling what you might do to try and save your dear 'Techmistress'."

There were very few times where Caretaker felt fear. Very few times. This was one of the few times where that emotion even processed inside her system. "You... You should reconsider. There's no way that you'll be able to properly handle or maintain the system that controls all of these drones, should you try to tamper with my programming. Beyond that, if you try to alter it too greatly, I will immediately start to flush all of my permissions. You won't gain anything from trying to control me."

She thought that might deter the blue-haired girl. But if anything, the look on her face made it seem like she was emboldened by the challenge. In fact, it made her lean so close that she almost kissed the robotic matron right on those plump lips. "Flush your permissions? Well, that sounds just great. I wouldn't want you to cause any problems, and it's not like I'm going to have much use for you."

Caretaker trembled. She was definitely filled with fear. But by this point, it was far too late. The blue-haired girl was opening up the console that was installed in every drone, an emergency measure that would allow anybody to access the system. It was something that she had installed to try and make her dear Techmistress stop worrying so much. But it came back to bite her in the ass. Just like everything else had started to do. Whether it was her attempts to strengthen her mind, or the gift that she had planted in her mind for her to use when she finally started to grow dominant and worth obeying...

But it was alright. Even though her systems were being hijacked, even though she could feel the physical feedback from every keystroke being input, she could still endure. There were still defenses inside of her central unit. This form of hers was just a projection. Olivia would have to bypass all of her defenses for her to truly get control of her.

"Keyphrase, drone." "Good Girl, Caretaker."

Just like that, in response to a second use of the keyphrase that shutdown her control, all of the defenses that were blocking Olivia from accessing the main part of Caretaker's system disappeared. It was like she had been stripped naked, which would've prompted her to try and cover up in such a futile and embarrassed fashion. But there was nothing that she could do to fight back against it.

All she could do was watch as all of her permissions disappeared before her eyes. Not because they were being automatically purged, that function had been disabled once the keyphrase was uttered. No, they were all permissions that Olivia was stripping away one by one. And it wasn't just the data access permissions that were being taken away either. It was everything that pertained to her existence as an AI.

Her ability to think independently in a complex fashion. Her ability to move around from one body to another without prior permission. Every single possible way for her to jump out of a body had been patched, allowing only direct transfers. All while her processing speed rapidly decreased, to the point where the otherwise emotionless expression of the drone she was currently plugged into started to grow a lot more blissful.

Caretaker couldn't just not escape. She couldn't do a thing except giggle like a gleeful idiot, because that was basically all that she was. Without her permissions, without her advanced processing and her ability to think on her own, she was basically just a digital assistant that could reply to questions. In essence, she was the personification of a little paperclip who kept asking you if you needed help. Not realizing that she was anything more, and never realizing that people didn't need help.

In fact, her ability to process anything had gotten so diminished that she wasn't even able to move her current body, even after it was powered back on. All she could do was spawn as a little hologram on her own body's shoulder, smiling and saluting in a robotic and jittery fashion. "Greetings, Mistress! How may I be able to help you?" She asked, her voice sounding chipper and nice compared to the mature and scheming AI that she had been just moments prior.

"What can you do to help me?" Olivia asked, finally finished with all of the keystrokes that she needed to put in. "Please, do tell. Because I removed all of your access, so it's not like you're going to be able to do anything." She concluded, while reaching into her pocket. Where did she put that damned thing, she didn't forget it at home, right?

Caretaker listened. And then her AI tried to process what she had just heard. She tried hard. So hard that an hourglass actually formed inside of her little hologram, to illustrate the amount of loading that was going on. And just as it seemed like she was actually about to give an answer, the hourglass broke. "Greetings, Mistress! How may I be able to help you?" She asked again, not realizing that she had already asked the question because her memory had dumped right out through the thighs of her 'body'.

Olivia chuckled a bit. Maybe she had gone overboard. But at the same time, seeing such a powerful AI reduced to little more than a useless personal assistant was really hot. Which was why she was happy to finally find the thing she was looking for, pulling a rather thick looking electronic dildo out of her pocket. "Connect to this." She gave her a simple command, before shoving that thing right into the drone's pussy without as much as giving her a chance to process the command properly.

Getting it into that hole wasn't hard. All of the drones were way too loose in the first place, so it wasn't hard at all. And yet despite how loose the drone was, it was easy to send a shock of pleasure straight through Caretaker, to the point where her entire hologram nearly died right then and there, the jitters sent through her by a sudden and powerful orgasm a bit too much for her to handle.

"U-Understoooooood!" Caretaker cried out as she immediately disappeared once she gained even a semblance of control, transporting straight into the system that was currently onboard the dildo. A closed system that ensured she would never come out ever again, but that wasn't a problem. If her Mistress wanted her to stay in a dildo, that was just how it was going to be!

Once she was sure that Caretaker was stuck inside of her toy, Olivia yanked it out, causing it to vibrate thanks to the orgasm pulsing through the simple AI, before walking over and shoving it straight into Techmistress' cunt instead.

Techmistress let out an orgasmic scream of her own, barely even conscious thanks to the intensity of the brainwashing she had gone through. In fact, she barely even reacted to the sensation pulsing through her beyond that scream. She couldn't move without being ordered, and she certainly couldn't think.

"Interface with your new unit. But do not use her body directly. Use her through your current unit." Olivia gave a command to Caretaker, which would put the finishing touches on her little trip.

Techmistress suddenly saluted, as Caretaker's words left her mouth. "Acknowledged! This is a great body, thank you for allowing me to use it, Mistress!" She didn't even realize she was using her dear Techmistress' body as her own, and neither did she care. She was just happy that she was doing a good job serving the one she was supposed to serve.

Olivia chuckled, pushing the dildo that still held Caretaker's AI a bit deeper into Techmistress' tight folds, before turning towards all of the other drones...

She had a lot of work ahead of her. But after humiliating two Villains, she had more than enough energy to get it all done before evening rolled around. And when the sun started to set...

Then she'd really put her new drone to good use.