Even the Seductress found that certain things had to be done by feeling and not by numbers. For three weeks, she had tracked the programming of Penelope Payes, world-renown billionaire, genius, bon vivant, and philanthropist. Every day the Seductress had recorded every scrap of data on Penelope’s processing: how many cc’s of hypnotic drugs she’d been given, how many cycles on the subliminal headsets, how many sessions of pleasure conditioning and with what stimuli.

All the numbers came back perfect. While this beautiful body had once held the person who designed and built the Platinum Panther armor, the Seductress was certain that in her own mind, the woman was simply slave p. She was almost ready for the auction block. And what a price she’d fetch! Some of them would surely be bidding in the hopes of finding out the secret identity of the Platinum Panther herself, not that Seductress cared for such trivialities.

But there was still a nagging doubt. And so the Seductress turned off the cameras. She lowered the lights and detached the EKG monitors. Without a word, the Seductress squatted over slave p’s waiting tongue, and offered her open pussy.

Just as the slave training dictated, slave p began to lick with gusto. The waves of pleasure washed over Seductress. This was the best reward for a job well done. She was foolish to have doubted her own methods. No one could resist her training. As her orgasm began to build, Seductress was certain that nothing short of an entire armored suit of nanotechnology under the blonde’s skin could have kept slave p from being brainwashed. These are the kinds of things where you have to trust your feelings.

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True Confession: I had completely forgotten I had written this one, but it seems the perfect prequel to “Seeking Seduction,” doesn’t it? Not only does it address the Seductress brainwashing Penelope while not really caring about Platinum Panther, but also gives us some wiggle room for hope that the heroine might have resisted the procedure … at least a little bit.

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