Tales of the Melandren Corporation - Chapter Three (Patreon)

“The camera in room 427 has gone fucking down again.”

Jackson swung around in his chair and looked at his partner with a grin.

“It goes down almost as much as the girls in that room.”

Michael looked back at him with a grimace, completely unamused.

“If those bitches escape somehow while there is no surveillance, it’s gonna be you and I locked in one of those rooms ‘going down’.”

Jackson nodded.  Michael was right, of course.  Not only was it a security risk having the cameras down, but it was also a revenue drop.  The stream in that room was broadcasting the morning, mandatory make-out session and had almost seven hundred viewers.  But it was dropping in real time.  Six hundred.  Five.  Four…  

Scrolling back through the footage, it did not appear that the sluts in the room had tampered with the camera.  The two blonde bimbo Sissies were doing their mandatory kissing practice on the bed and then…BAM… no signal.  

“Typical…” he muttered.  “Guess we should head down there.”

Michael rolled his eyes. 

“I’ve got to submit this footage from an acquisition this morning.  The bigwigs want a full report on a protocol issue asap...and... it's time for my smoke break.”

“Really?  You’re gonna dump this one on me?”

“Would you rather do the report?”

Jackson sighed. 

“Fine.”

“Oh, poor baby.  Having to go spend some time in a room with two hot sluts.  They’re probably going to go straight for your dick.”

The thought had occurred to Jackson.  With no camera feed, he could really do anything he wanted with the two of them consequence free.  Provided…

…provided no one caught him.

“I’ll give you all the details when I get back,” Jackson laughed, even as he grabbed his coat and headed for the door.  

“They have inspection in twenty minutes… so better make it quick.”

Jackson laughed.  

“No way in hell I last twenty minutes with any of the sluts around here.”

It took an eye scan and a swipe of a keycard to get the door to the Sissy storage facilities to open.  Security here was no joke.  Every ‘girl’ here was tagged with a chip, locked in a chastity belt that had both a perimeter shock and a GPS, and then on top of that, all the doors were triple protocol:  card, retina and monitored by the security team.  It was more secure than most government facilities and in the history of the company only three of the captive Sissies had ever made an escape past the first level of security.  None had actually made it past level two, much less anywhere close to escape.

Another door, and another retina scan and card swipe.  It really was annoying.  Like any of the dumb bimbos in this facility could even remember how to open a door.  They really were doubling down on the bimbofication of the girls these days…. Jackson remembered only a few years ago when the Sissies still were allowed to occasionally have thoughts and opinions.

The hallways twisted and turned and finally Jackson swiped his way into zone 400.  Dozens of doors lined the hall, each with two Sissies locked inside.  Each room served as both a sleeping quarters for the ‘girls’, as well as a live-stream for fans to watch them torture each other with unfulfilled sexual need every night.  The girls were rotated through the rooms each day so that every night they would have to make out and snuggle up to a different slut for the camera.  

It had turned into quite the lucrative money generator for the company.  The profits from that service alone probably paid the salary of half of the staff.

Room 427 was a third of the way down.  The door was shut and locked.  No sign of trouble. 

It was probably just a loose wire, or faulty camera, but his years of security detail along with the Melandren training, had him in alert mode.   He made himself calm down and in doing so,  pictured the sluts on the other side of the door.

Just the thought of going into the room with the two blonde bimbos inside made his pants uncomfortably tight.  

As stupid as it was, he found himself straightening his outfit to look good.  He knew it was stupid.  These were not real girls and the M&R Sissies were conditioned to be sluts for anyone regardless of what they looked like.  They were literally sex-slaves, trapped and trained to obey and serve.  

Yet strangely, he wanted to look good for them.  

His imagination ran wild at the thought of the two sluts kneeling in front of him, their mouths working his dick over, while he held them by the hair.   Guards were given periodic use of the girls as bonus perks, but those in the monitor room seldom got the number of perks as those on the ground.  

“… and never two at the same time…” he thought.

A smile crept onto his face as he pictured it.

With a swipe of the card, and a scan of his eye, the door clicked open.  

“Coming in…” he announced as he pushed the door open.  “I hope you’re ready for…”

His voice failed him.  

The room was dark.  The bed was made.  

…and it was completely empty.