"Oh ho ho, you do look so appropriate in that state, wouldn't you agree Major Kusanagi?"
Motoko couldn't disagree more. She didn't understand how she could have allowed such a haughty bitch to get her in this position, what could have ever made her act so stupid to end up this way, but it didn't change the facts: she was at the bitch's mercy, and she had the point of a red stiletto heel pressed against the back of her head to prove it.
She lied prostrate on the ground, showing all outward signs of sheer reverence to her new mistress. With her knees tucked in beneath her, her new, ludicrously gigantic breasts mashed against her shins, not a stitch of clothing left for her to maintain some semblance of modesty. Naked, just as the mistress demanded of her, just like the mistress had remodeled her bosom into the mold of fake hooker proportions.
"Yes, mistress," she growled. The only part left for her to express her true self, her facial expressions, may as well not have remained in her control at all, angled downward as it was. Still, she grit her teeth and glared balefully into the hardwood floor under her, imagining what sweet revenge she would carry out.
If only she could move.
"I never tire of this, putting you in your place, reminding you what scum you are," the mistress said.
"I am far too lowly to deserve the honor of your heel against my head," Motoko's mouth said without her permission. "I beg of you, mistress, give me a task to prove how worthless and undeserving I truly am."
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