And Then I Became the Villainess' Clothing... (Chapter 1)

Could be that I put too much into this story this month, but it feels like such a good concept that I wanted to really give it my all. I give you my own take on the "Isekai" (Other world) genre: "And Then I Became the Villainess' Clothing..."

I'm glad that the evil genius option in the poll was chosen as this idea was partly inspired by the game "Evil Genius 2: World Domination" (Currently 95% off on Steam: https://store.steampowered.com/app/700600/Evil_Genius_2_World_Domination/) as well as letting me do something really genre-savvy and meta; again with a little inspiration, this time from the classic Evil Overlord List: http://www.worldconquer.org/evil_overlord.html

The story is below for you to enjoy as well as being

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Rain again, what a surprise...

Heading to my dead-end job, just to make money, just to pay the bills, just so I can go back to my dead-end job...

Round and round I go on this merry-go-round called life!

How did my life end up so empty and pointless?

What happened to the me that dreamed of greatness?

This world and its damned lies, I guess...

These thoughts ring through my head as a car speeds by, emptying a deep puddle all over me and my already drenched raincoat.

'Hhhh...' I wish I could be just about anywhere but here!

Heh... 'Wishes don't come true.' I grumble dejectedly.

How wrong I am, because suddenly it happens...

The world around me sways and warps, the city lights distort like everything around me is being wrung out and twisted, reality seems to melt before my very eyes!

The hard, brutal shapes of the city become wobbly, squiggly non-shapes and the sounds I know become garbled as if I'm drowning.

Am I... losing my mind?

Behind my thick, dripping coat I can only gasp in wonder and fear as whatever weird force is doing this pulls too hard on the seams of reality and tears it wide open!

Suddenly I'm outside of reality, looking back at the world I was just stood in but it's like a two-dimensional screen, the world unwrapped into a panoramic shot that's now fading away from me.

I'm being pulled away, out into a deep nothingness behind the real world that I know and there's nothing I can do about it!

'HELP!' I try to shout, but no cry escapes my lips, silence swallows me up instead.

This place I'm suddenly being swept into is like a fever dream: black but only because my mind can't understand the non-colours my eyes are witnessing. They're painting pictures of what I can only assume are alternate realities, but it also doesn't feel like it's real!

I know there's probably no air here, but I don't feel the need to breathe; instead I feel the need to disintegrate!

A strange sensation is overcoming me, like I'm not made for this place and am just hanging on to my shape for nostalgia's sake; weird huh?

As I look down I see myself as flat as my world just went, like a paper cut-out even when I raise a hand to look at.

As if in response, my body becomes like goo, melting down to seep out of the confines it was born into and my shape completely smudges together until I can't even make sense of it any more.

I know I should be terrified, but for some reason I don't... I feel comfortable, like all the pain and limitations I once knew are just gone!

This isn't so bad, I think to myself as my body takes on a more and more immaterial form; there's nothing that can hurt me here at least, I just feel kinda... funny.

My now shapeless body begins to tingle from within, like there's static buzzing through me and it continues to grow, getting stronger and stronger!

It's not uncomfortable, it's actually... It's actually really nice! It feels like... like power!

Power like I've never felt before: not strength in the traditional sense, more like an unreal energy trying to burst out from inside me!

I feel surges of this power throb outward from my liquid core, rippling out like a wave that then dissipates violently outwards upon reaching my surface!

Each wave releases like an explosion that splatters my now liquid outer layers into speckles that soon suck back into my gooey whole to make me one again!

My whole form judders with these waves of power and all I can do is let out a soft, gasping moan of pleasure with each one. Each time it gets stronger... and stronger!

I feel myself vibrating under the force of it all as if I'm growing into some new, incredible power.

Then... just as quickly as it came on, the sensation fades with a few weak, final ripples, leaving behind a sense of indescribable might that I don't even know how to tap into!

What's this?

I see something different from the strange whirling shapes around me, far in the distance and approaching like I'm travelling through the inside of a kaleidoscope and the other end is finally upon me!

What's out there, I wonder?

Will it be as bad as the place I came from?

Is my life destined to be that of a pawn in the game of whatever force took me out of that world to bring me here?

Am I just heading for more of the same?

Maybe, just maybe... Whatever is ahead of me will be better, maybe this is the second chance at life that I've been craving!

The mystery is every bit as terrifying as it is exciting...

The thing gets closer, I can see it now: another world unfolded into a flat image where life goes on as normal, unaware of what hides behind the curtain.

I'm racing toward whatever I'm destined for and despite my worries, my new, increasingly liquefied form is ready for it!

Suddenly it's upon me and my pit of shape-shifting madness spews me out onto a hard, cold floor with a splat.

Maybe it's the rain I'm still drenched in or maybe it's just this new me, but this wetness I'm made of and surrounded by leaves me feeling like a thing not intended for this new world either.

Will the same thing as happened in the space behind reality happen here too?

Will my body remember it's supposed to be in the right number of dimensions for this place or will I remain this... what even am I?!

I can see, but what am I seeing out of?

I am a shapeless blob of some shiny black something... Like the water-soaked black raincoat I was wearing has now become – in liquid form – all of me!

I quickly realise something: I'm seeing out of... everywhere!

No, that can't be possible and yet... I'm also feeling, tasting and hearing out of everywhere!

How does any of that make sense and where is my brain in all of this?

Or the rest of my insides?!

Just... WHY THE HELL HAVE I BECOME LIVING SLIME?!

'Well...' I hear the undeniably potent voice of a commanding woman break through the deafening hum of what must be machines all around me.

'Tell me everything went as planned?' She enquires.

'It's... It's just as you predicted-' And that's when I see her...

Gleaming, smoky eyes stare a hole straight through me as my vision finally focuses on the figure stood tall in the middle of the room:

'-Lady Cladis!' A name to put to the person.

'Exxxcellent!' She hisses, her dark lips curling into a wicked smile as she narrows her eyes in my direction.

I look at her and all I can think is how well she wears the flamboyant robes of ornate silk hanging off her as if taunting me.

Her dark lipstick matches the full-bodied hair framing her beautiful yet somehow cruel face.

'And the Arch-Stone?' She asks, finally looking away; my eyes follow her to a strange gem suspended in a tank with all manner of wires jutting out of it.

'I'm sorry, your Ladyship... Its power is completely spent.' The male voice I've been hearing responds.

He's a huge mountain of a man, rippling with muscle and sporting a suave moustache and a stylish uniform that clings to his every inch, that lucky... lucky uniform.

He looks like something between a respectable gentleman from a bygone era mixed with the biggest, most dedicated gym bro I've ever seen; quite the combination.

I look around and see other, identically dressed, photogenic people all staring back at me in amazement.

Each one looks like someone I would love to be... worn... by?

Why on earth would I think such a thing?! Worn by?!

'Hmm, pity.' My vision (even though I can seemingly see in 360 degrees,) focuses back on the woman standing tall in the centre of this huge room filled with all manner of quite frankly dated looking machinery.

Of all the people here, she's the one I would do anything to be caked all over...

That settles it, my head's been screwed up by all of this!

What is going on with me?!

Am I wrong to think this way?

It feels wrong... I mean I used to be a human just like them!

Why now do I want to... I dunno... dress this “Lady Cladis”?

She's quite clearly a delight, the very model of a femme fatale and maybe it's just her power that's calling out to me, but... Phwoarrr!

'It would seem that my magical trinket...' She considers out loud and steps towards me, hips swinging as if to shamelessly flaunt what she's got.

'-has outlived its usefulness... but what a prize I've traded it for!' She sizes me up in an almost hungry way as she says this.

'A prime specimen of luscious living latex...' She stops, adopting a wide and potent stance over my slick, gooey, puddle-like form '-delivered right to my feet!'

Living... latex?!

Like rubber?

Wait... Did I just become fetish-wear?!

Come to think of it, isn't what I'm doing kind of the inverse of fetishising clothing?

I'm looking at people like things that I'd like to stick to... slather myself over... become one with!

~Mmmmm~ Oh that sounds so nice!

A nice, warm, shapely body for me to- WOAH!

OK, getting a bit carried away there, but still... It's appealing... So appealing... And I do feel a bit cold and empty right now.

'Well hello there...' My focus snaps back to the shapely woman stood over me, one leg peeking out of the side of her luscious silk robes as if to tease me!

'I know this must be disorientating for you, but can you understand me?' Lady Cladis asks, though her tone doesn't sound concerned so much as curious.

“Yes” I think instead of saying.

I didn't try to think it, I just... don't know how to speak any more!

How do I... don't I need a voice box or something?

Maybe if I can vibrate... There!

I don't hear anything, so maybe faster...?

'~wwwwww~' I sort-of say, making a soft but barely audible drone.

'~wwwwuuuuuuyyyyyy~' I manage to find a “y” sound, but while I'm clearly trying, there's no way she can hear me.

'Hmm?' She seems to notice my efforts at least.

'Lady Cladis, it seems to be moving... vibrating slightly.' The big guy informs her with a gravelly, cultured tone.

'I'll take that as a yes, then.' She smartly surmises, so I relax.

It's not exactly difficult, nor draining, but it does take a conscious effort to even try to communicate.

Speaking of conscious and unconscious efforts, I've noticed that I'm still not... breathing!

I don't feel hungry either, nor thirsty; the benefits of being goo perhaps?

'This is no good.' Lady Cladis states in frustration, but seemingly not aimed at me.

'Raise it up to me!' She demands with absolute confidence in her judgement and control, as if she's someone who would never be questioned.

She takes a half step back and suddenly the whole world moves.

I tense up, my body visibly rippling (which is a weird sensation to behold from all angles!)

The floor – if it even is the floor – begins to rise and I feel some of my mass begin to slip off the side of this platform.

It's unnerving to feel myself stretch like elastic and begin to dribble over the edge as gravity takes hold of me.

I focus on that stretching piece of me, feeling it refuse to stretch too far like my body wants to stick together (thankfully!)

As I focus on my dribble, I quickly learn to control it and by tensing both the length of it and the mass on the platform I draw it up onto the platform with me.

That's interesting: I can control my new form!

I don't quite know how it works, but at least I know that it does work!

I use this knowledge to bunch up my mass towards the middle, plumping up from a puddle into a blob; that's progress at least.

'Did you see that?!' I hear someone behind a console half-whisper.

My ability to speak may be questionable, but my hearing is virtually superhuman!

The platform stops moving and I find myself now held at waist-height before the commanding woman with her hands placed squarely on her hips, completely unfazed by the strange thing before her.

I'm the strange thing in question, the alien anomaly... What a humbling realization to make!

It would be humbling except Lady Cladis doesn't seem to find me strange at all, more like... interesting.

'Everything seems to be as you predicted, your Ladyship, but might one encourage caution?' The gentleman with the upper-class but entirely unfamiliar accent advises.

He has a very good point: even I don't know anything about my new self, less still what might happen if she... touches... me.

I want that... I want that so badly that I'm almost ready to reach out and make it happen, despite my reservations!

'Caution, Colt?! Nonsense!' Lady Cladis retorts; I can't put my finger on her accent, it's even more foreign-sounding than the man's accent.

'After the unspeakable fortune I've spent and the months of effort you've all given to make this happen?' She's really put that much into this...?

'No, this is the moment I've been waiting for! The moment my whole plan comes together!' Her accent may be foreign, but her sentiments and manner of speech sound so familiar, like...

That's what she sounds like! A movie villain! Wait... Why does she sound like a movie villain?!

Am I... trapped in some kind of wild fantasy realm?!

Surely not!

That would be too ridiculous!

'From the moment we stole the Arch-Stone, this moment of triumph became inevitable!' Lady Cladis boasts triumphantly with a beaming grin and maniacal twinkle in her eyes.

Please... Pleeease don't say this will “make you invincible!” That's a guaranteed death flag if ever I've heard one!

'With this...' She reaches out a hand and I feel her warm, smooth palm press into my gooey, thick exterior then penetrate my form, '-I will be invincible!'

That settles it, this place is crazy... But I really don't care!

I would focus on the crazy speech being delivered and the probably inevitable nature of Lady Cladis' defeat since she's tempted fate, but right now I'm in dreamland!

My whole liquid body feels the radiating warmth of the woman who's now wrist-deep in my black, shiny material and I begin visibly shaking in delight!

Almost unwittingly I begin pushing out to slide slowly up her forearm, desperate to pull her deeper and deeper inside myself... Or maybe pull myself further and further onto her!

It's like a new purpose for being, but I quickly find myself denied as – with a smile on her face – she straightens her hand and slowly retrieves it.

I am desperate to cling on, but she's making a point and since her intention is clear, I let myself slide off her as smoothly as I slid on.

'I see!' She exclaims excitedly and plants her palms either side of myself on the edges of the platform.

Her ladyship leans forwards on her hands to bring her face so close I can feel and taste her moist, warm breath; mint... her breath smells of peppermint.

'You want to be all over me, don't you?' She purrs so quietly nobody else can hear her.

'You're thick like hot tar, smooth like soap and warm like a clothing fresh out of the dryer...' If I could blush over her compliments, I would.

'-but what you crave... Is me... inside you!' She makes a very good point, that is exactly what I want!

'I am going to wear you...' She pauses for dramatic effect.

'But understand that if you are to be the luscious, living costume of the most glorious future ruler of the world... That you will answer to me without question or hesitation!'

She speaks with such confidence and power that she makes me feel like it's not even an option.

'Do I make myself clear?'

Crystal clear.

As clear as water.

Clear as day.

As Glass.

As my desire to do exactly what you tell me!

Let me on!

Let me grab!

Let me dress!

Yes! Yes! YES!

I'm shaking, vibrating, almost bouncing in excitement, but maybe that's still unclear...

I focus on gathering my mass into the middle and bundle it into a smooth, bulbous tip.

Lady Cladis backs far enough up to see this little makeshift head-tendril I've made.

With all the force in my wobbly, slippery body, I vigorously nod up and down over and over until I've made my point.

My body vibrates once more to make that '~yyyyy~' sound as loudly as I possibly can.

It's the most I can do, but it brings a smile to her Ladyship's face: I have pleased her!

'Very good. Then I'll allow you to dress me... up to the neckline for now.' She needn't say more than that: the boundaries have been set.

As much as curiosity is already overcoming me, the deep desire for more, I don't think I would even dare go any further... until she allows it anyway.

I begin spreading my mass to either side, eagerly spreading like melting butter towards her temptingly close hands.

This level of control – in two directions at once – is progress too; I wonder how acutely I will become able to control myself with time and practise?

Just as I'm a hair's breadth away, her Ladyship removes those hands... she's testing me again!

Oh, maybe she isn't... Hooo-eeee! In one smooth motion she grabs the silk belt holding the fancy fabrics to her body and whips it away; her ornate robes slip off to the floor in flamboyant fashion.

I finally get a good look at the shape I am destined to take and how can I put it... I'm one lucky, lucky glob of goo!

'ATTEEEEEENTION!' The man Lady Cladis called “Colt” announces like a Drill Instructor and with my handy 360 vision I watch the other figures stand-to.

'Back to work, eyes on screens!' He announces, clearly holding some form of control over whatever organisation (presumably criminal) I'm now in the possession of.

'The world isn't going to conquer itself, is it?!' Ahuh... That settles it, but never mind all that...

Lady Cladis' hands... They're now clad in me as she grabs handfuls of me and scoops my gloopy, inconsistent but complete form into the air.

I can scarcely hold myself together, not least because of the sensation of this potent villainess now being wrists-deep inside me!

I imagine I must be heavy, but the Lady's expression never goes beyond strained as she firmly plants herself and all but pours me over her naked chest!

'~wwwwrrrrrr!~' I purr; it's too much!

'~MmmmMMmmm!~' She purrs; too, too much!

Her skin feels like warm, silk bedsheets: it's smooth and welcoming but with just enough resistance that as my liquid flesh slips over her, we snag.

I feel myself seep into her pores, my otherwise serene slickness becoming momentarily ruffled as I fill in each and every tiny niche and dimple.

I make those pores and follicles into a secret between us and flatten my outer surface to clad her in faultless smoothness.

I am sentient gloss paint making a mirror-sheen finish; I am plaster creating a faultless surface; I am living clothing!

My inverted skin feels the warmth of every inch of her, like I'm a hand slowly plunged into a perfectly hot bath or cold skin soaking in the soothing heat of a roaring fire.

I can taste her too; my every speck is a tongue dripping with moisture that preens flat the few, invisibly slim hairs that I find while drooling down her body.

I'm doing these these things naturally, as if it's all second nature.

I don't think about any of what I'm doing right now, I'm barely able to because my whole body is convulsing and pulsing in ecstasy with every inch of progress I make.

Lady Cladis continues to gently moan, her body vibrating with the sound; each sonic-wave that ripples through to me is like a lubricated hand stroking over my entire inward-facing body!

It's still - even after several seconds of continual spread – far too much for me to bear!

I want to keep going, but even as my spreading mass slithers around her swaying hips, I am sensorily exhausted!

She's fucking me... It feels like she's fucking me by putting every inch of herself deeper and deeper inside me!

Stop... I want to stop as I spread further and further... I want to stop and just regain my senses, but gravity continues to pull on me and so do her Ladyship's hands!

She's oiling herself with me, pushing me down her abdomen and up to her throat.

My body is her lather, soap to be spread across her, chocolate fondue coating a strawberry... and my purpose is irresistible!

As much as I want to stop, I also don't want to stop.

It's too much to take, but it's all so good that I want it to be unbearable!

It's a paradox... I'm being screwed so senseless that it's an almost spiritual experience and yet – however much I might want just a pause – I need to keep going!

Why is she so perfect?!

Why is this all so perfect?!

The thing with it all is that it's getting more and more intense with every inch of progress I make!

It's not just the freshly crawling crest of my wave that feels the surge of her warmth and resistance of her skin, it's every drop I'm leaving behind like a taut, skintight rubber suit!

By now I've gotten into every pore from her neck down to her navel, clambered around her back using my new human perch to stroke up her back too, but there's still so much to cover!

Careful now... Don't do it... Clothing, you're just clothing!

There'll be time for that, so once I find her pelvis – front and back – I carefully (and probably frustratingly for her Ladyship!) slip around the outsides and pull tight to myself making flat, seamless bridges to cover her in a dignified way.

Phew!

But still the process goes on... Her hands are rubbing my now increasingly thin and semi-solid being down her arms while gravity and my eagerness pull me inch by inch down her thighs towards her knees.

We're interrupted, or rather I'm interrupted!

Despite my rumbling, soul-wrecking pleasure, I have the wherewithal to spot a certain hulking beefcake approaching us from behind.

He has the airs and graces of an officer and a statesman, the poise of the most confident man alive and the looks of a supermodel... Surely there's more between these two than just a boss-henchman dynamic?

While I don't really have it to spare, I hold myself still and cease my growth to send my mass upwards.

While Lady Cladis clearly can't see him, she definitely feels me move away from the frontiers and coagulate into a tendril poking out of her upper back to tell this “Colt” that I see him!

He gives a gesture of slight surprise as he realises exactly what I'm doing and I feel the woman half-wearing me twist around to look back at him too.

It's only now that I'm far enough away that I can see her beaming smile; she's loving this is much as I am!

'It can see behind you, too?' He asks, but also states; he holds his emotions back with great decorum, but his thoughts seem obvious to me.

Maybe I can read him so easily because I can see his face from almost every angle (except from above – he's ridiculously tall!)

I answer his question with the few things I yet know how to do: I nod and I vibrate.

'~Mmm~ It seems to say yes!' Ah, of course!

She too must feel me as I feel her, I'm clad (pun intended!) to almost every inch of Lady Cladis after all!

'Please, M'lady... Don't let me interrupt this moment for you.' Beneath his bushy, carefully manicured moustache he offers an understanding smile and steps back.

'You're too kind, Sir Pendragon!' She responds and spins around with what seems like near superhuman agility!

'Oh!' She exclaims as I feel myself generate the power to let her do it.

It's like a surge of indescribable power as I tense up like an outer muscle, giving her Ladyship elastic-like flexibility!

I can't see her face, but I can see her henchman's expression as well as those of several peeking minions behind their monitors: they're all as amazed as I am!

'This is going to be everything I thought it would!' The boss inside me triumphantly proclaims and reaches an arm up.

She continues pushing me down her other forearm while reaching her tongue out to lick her now tightly and entirely caked bicep!

Ohhh to feel her do so!

To have Lady Cladis touch me inside and out, her tongue pressing me flat and licking me into tense ripples...

All that mass that I freed up to extrude myself from her back is now pulled back into action, made to go on smothering.

I still don't know a damned thing about how or why all of this happened, but even as I close in on the finish-line, I do know that I am glad!

I reach her feet and slowly, almost sensually slip under her soles; perhaps unwittingly she rises onto her toes to let me sock.

I am so thin now, pulled so tight across her that I must be only millimetres thick everywhere but I flesh those new soles of mine out even as I watch her toes splay excitedly.

I slip between them and fill the gaps with my jelly-like being, it's a wonderful feeling of completion!

Her hands and mine feel the same too: Like fingers linked into a satisfyingly perfect seal denying any space between us.

With her toes covered, I smooth them all together and with my elasticity pull her delicious digits together into smooth socks.

And that's it.

We've done it!

She's perfect and I mean perfect!

I make sure there's enough of me to keep my new wearer's feet comfortably padded, taking the hardness of the floor and the squeeze of her bodyweight down on me as yet another blessing.

'~Mmmm~' Lady Cladis gently moans and lifts a hand.

It's strange that such a simple motion would give me such glee and yet it does!

Maybe it's because I've had a few seconds to finally catch my breath, but this sudden movement makes me vibrate just a little in shocked delight

I feel my wearer feel what I'm feeling... it's a circle of bliss that goes round and around!

She too shivers just a little and I take note to be careful as she gasps just a little; I've only just got here and I know that when I'm this close and vibrating... Well, embarrassing things might happen!

Her Ladyship now does what she intended and looks at her black, mirror-coated digits.

She puts her other hand on her hip and we both realise at once that it's not just her hip any more, it's ours!

Again I'm pinched together by her and realise the whole of my sensitivity because I feel her from four different angles:

I feel her skin on the inside of my hand and hip and I feel myself on the outside of each too, it's double-sided senstivity and it's frankly insanely stimulating!

It makes me wonder - in that single moment of heightened delight – that all this constant and unspeakable lustful sensation isn't making me full-on orgasm!

I mean, I guess it kind-of has... Each and every inch of me has been juddering and convulsing this whole time with exactly that kind of sensation after all.

How could I explain all of this if not as orgasmic bliss?!

I'm not sure I've ever felt anything quite as delightful as even just standing here... Wait, am I even really standing?

I'm a costume... And I'm being worn as one!

All of these alien thoughts, intrusive thoughts are the sort that no normal person would even get the chance to ask and yet here we are.

All of this thinking has kept me distracted, distant from the conversation going on between the native inhabitants of this world, but I'm suddenly snapped-to when I feel my hip get forcefully squeezed by the hand laid upon it.

'Are you listening, my new second skin?' Lady Cladis asks pointedly and I vibrate gently to let her know that I am.

'Sir Pendragon here was just suggesting that as you cannot speak, we should come up with some kind of method of communication.' She repeats, seemingly far more composed than I am about all this.

'Indeed, perhaps it... they...?' The very hench man ponders, '-perhaps you can write out your answers?' He offers as an idea.

'No good.' Her Ladyship shuts him down instantly, 'That's far too time-consuming and you know that I despise waste!'

Duly noted.

Both that she hates wastefulness and that she always knows best!

It seems like a good idea to me, but clearly everyone here knows who's calling the shots.

'No, instead... While you learn this most basic of traits all over again-' OK, ouch! '-you can simply move in particular places to let me know what you're thinking!'

OK, yes, that does actually sound like a much better idea!

'Ah, of course Your Ladyship!' Colt exclaims like it was obvious, 'A genius solution yet again!'

Wow, talk about grovelling; what is this, some kind of cult?!

'Naturally, Colt... I am Lady Lucretia Araminta Cladis after all!' Oh wow, she's that type of genius, huh?

'Now let's start with the basics... You can understand us?' She almost demands.

I can do this... I know how to move myself now and how to wriggle so maaaaybe...

'~Ah!~' Was that a poor choice? Her smiling eyes as she looks down at the part of me stretched tightly across her chest (the part that wriggled, might I add!) say she quite liked it!

To Sir Pendragon - her seemingly dutiful henchman – it must seem like nothing happened, though part of me is a little embarrassed to think that's unlikely.

When Lucretia called me “Living Latex” she wasn't kidding!

Even that slight movement - little more than a small shift between her nipples - made a deafening rubbery squeak.

It sounded deafening to me at least, but maybe I'm just being paranoid... And who ever heard of a paranoid bodysuit?!

'Exquisite.' Her Ladyship comments in the most calm yet sumptuous fashion.

'Then to be sure we understand each other: you won't be losing focus when you're being spoken to again! Understand?' Oof, we all have our character flaws, OK?

My chest (and therefore her cleavage) shifts a little more to give my answer.

'Then you understand.' She's visibly smirking, radiating a sense of delight at establishing her dominance over me; I unconsciously ripple in response.

'Hmm? Something else you want to tell me?' Oh crap, she felt that too!

I'm a body-hugging, wafer-thin sheet of shrink-wrap clinging to her every pore so of-course she felt that!

'Then how about we move on to-' She's interrupted, my superior hearing failing me just when it's needed, so we're both caught by surprise:

'Your fun's over, Cladis!' A foreign, confident voice rings out over the room and suddenly everyone jumps to attention.

Colt spins around out of the way and I see a woman standing near the the wide entrance to this... I guess control room?

Blonde hair, blue eyes and an immaculate sense of style that could almost (almost, mind you!) rival Lady Cladis' own... at least until she got a certain new tailored suit that is!

That's all well and good, but the other obvious thing about this intruder is that she's pointing a handgun straight at us!

'Ah, Mademoiselle Reynard. The ever sneaky thorn in my side!' Oh, they know each-other.

'How did I know you would come slinking in here, interrupting my legitimate business?' Wait, oh no... This really is some kind of spy movie-like setup and this other woman's the heroine!

I knew it!

The moment Lady Cladis started boasting about being invincible and succeeding in her plan, this was bound to happen!

'Legitimate business? Ha!' The other woman spins and unloads bullets into two, three, four minions as they fumble for their guns! 'Don't make me laugh!'

'Hmph!' Lady Cladis simply huffs in disgust while I'm freaking the hell out!

She's a killer! Probably has a license and everything!

'And yet without a shred of proof you waltz in here killing my loyal employees!' We're walking forwards; why are we walking towards the woman with the gun?!

'All the proof I need is right there, your Ladyship!' Still pointing the gun at us, she gestures towards the mysterious stone in the container.

'I'll be taking that priceless artefact back where it belongs if you please!' And so naturally Lucretia reaches into the container and picks up the (apparently) once glowing rock.

'What, this little thing?' Lady Cladis teases her, not what I would have done but then I don't have an ounce of the cool my wearer possesses.

Maybe that charisma is part of being an evil genius, though I'm still not even 100% sure that's what's going on...

'Fine! Take it!' To everyone's surprise (including my own!) she tosses the slender gem high into the air; it was all pre-meditated!

As this “Miss Reynard” (no, I can't pronounce the french word Lucretia used...) fumbles to get beneath the tumbling gem, my shapely user snappily grabs a gun of her own and turns the tables just like that!

Gahd, she's so freaking cool!

'Ha!' She laughs just the once, now holding the intruder at gunpoint; this is her chance!

'Did you really think you could just waltz in here and make demands, little spy?' Why is she boasting and not opening fire?

Her Ladyship has the interloper exactly where she wants her!

'Well that was the biggest part of my plan, yes.' The agent says far too confidently for my liking.

Behind us I see Colt arm himself too, the situation completely in our control now!

'You've been nothing but a nuisance to me, but that all ends now!' Lady Cladis is beaming as she strafes around the spy, never taking her eyes off her.

What is she doing? Stop gloating and shoot her!

'Surely you're not going to shoot me after all we've been through, Lucretia!' Surely she is!

We approach a console and I can see - as if I have eyes on our fingertips – the button that Lady Cladis is reaching for.

'Shoot you? Oh no, shooting is too good for the likes of you!'

No it isn't.

Shooting is a perfectly legitimate way of dealing with a “nuisance” and “thorn in your side!”

If you put her in some trap, she's just bound to escape!

“I've seen this movie” as they say!

'Your death will be much more painful and drawn out I'm afraid!' No! No, just... What do I do here?!

I... I could pull the trigger! I could, but... No, she would hate that!

I have to warn her! Tell her not to give Reynard the chance to escape, but we didn't even get as far as deciding on what means “NO!”

I try anyway, rippling vigorously across her Ladyship's rear, maybe she'll understand that as the opposite of our “yes”?

'Send my regards to your Emperor's late father... Mademoiselle Reynard!' She menacingly quips.

I can't stop her; my wearer presses the button and I watch a trapdoor open beneath the secret agent's feet, dumping her out of sight towards some unknowable fate!

If I could sigh, I would sigh... At least it's over!

'Lady Cladis, the Arch-Stone!' Sir Pendragon exclaims with concern as he approaches rapidly.

Perhaps he wasn't listening when she said it's served its purpose... Or maybe he's just here for his considerable good looks?

'Hmph.' Lucretia huffs, 'A small price to pay to be shot of that insufferable secret agent!'

He nods, understanding her reasoning.

I feel Lady Cladis heave the slightest sigh of relief, apparently even she can feel the heat in such tense moments.

'I'll see to the cleanup, your Ladyship.' The dutiful henchman concludes, looking over to the bodies on the floor and the remaining minions watching on.

'You, you and you... Fetch body-bags; you... inform the incinerator team!' She has an incinerator? How many mooks tend to get killed around here?!

'You do that, Colt. I'm retiring to my quarters to... Learn a new language.' How can she be so calm about... Wait... Learn a-?!

Oh... Oh my... Ohhhh!

OK, we're doing this!

Lady Cladis' hips sway wildly inside me as she walks away from the scene behind us, a joy in her motions that I can simply feel with every inch of me.

I feel her hands press gently against my abdomen and begin sliding up towards the tight coating that I am over her voluptuous bosom.

'And where... oh where... should we... be-gin?' She asks rhetorically, licking her teeth in animalistic excitement.

This promises to be... interesting.

To be continued...