NTR Quest 29 - Academy - Dehumanize

“I think you're a glorified doll.” You stated coldly. Serane's blank eyes widened. You went on.
“What are you going to do from here? You can't go back out and you probably can't go back to your people. You're not a Seraph anymore, you're something different. It's a tough situation to be in.” The woman cringed and stared down sadly as she continued to ride you. Her pace inevitably slowed.
“But.” You let that word hang.

“But?” She took the bait. You could tell that she was begging for any type of answer that was in her favor. The mature woman had been reduced to something less than an object by the circumstance and she was quite self-conscious about it. Rather than re-affirm her humanity you felt it a good idea to discount it further.

“Does any of that really matter?”

“What is THAT supposed to mean?” She questioned.
“Of course.”

You scoffed. “Ever since I met you you've had a one-track mind. You wanted me to help you find something in this academy. Now aren't you closer to finding it like this than you were before? Not being able to return or be considered a Seraph don't matter when you're in the perfect body for finding the secrets of this place.”

She offered a slow nod of recognition and picked up her pace again. Her ass slapped down against your lap rhythmically. Your cock was throbbing and extremely close to release. It was a worthy experiment in your mind to see how her insides react to your seed. There was no telling what she even looked like on the inside, just that her mouth and sex were soft and warm and as tight as before. But all that was simply a side project to your real aims.
“This is my chance.” She identified.
“It wasn't a loss but a trade. My decisions still lead me closer to my overall goal.” She thought out loud. Rather than panting or seeming to get tired, she was just enjoying herself purely. Her body moved without effort and without fatigue. It was far more than could be said for you. She noticed.
“Are you okay?”

You stared up at her and tensed as you came inside. Rather than stop she kept riding you at the same pace. You threw your head back.
“Stop stop stop!”

“Sorry... This body really doesn't get tired, it seems.” Serane smiled coyly.

You took a deep breath and hid your emotions. She was smiling and acting playful. It was possible she did not remember that she was perfectly willing to screw you over and put you in a female body without your permission.

“It really doesn't. Because you're a thing, now.”

“Hm?” She cocked her head curiously while climbing off of you.

“You're like an animated gargoyle made to protect a hall, but at the same time you are still fuckable.”

“I'm not like them.” She protested.

“No, but you're also not YOU. You're something different, number one.” You decided pretty quickly that you liked the new 'Serane' but that you wanted to systematically dismantle every part of her that was inconvenient if you could. The parts that were ready to screw you over specifically.

“Number-”

“First of your kind. Number One. Or just One if you prefer.”

“I'd prefer Serane.” She offered with a weaker rebuttal than you expected. Something within her was undermining her protests against your attempts to dehumanize her.

“You aren't Serane, though, are you?” As you said that in more of a probing, rather than a knowing matter she let out a small, telling gulp.
“I think you have the thoughts that she does but you probably actually feel very, very different. The internal experience must be much different.”

She reluctantly nodded. “In a sense, yes.”

“Can you tell me about it, One? Honestly, you've convinced me on this science concept. I'm a fan. We need to experiment to fully understand what you are.”

“Sounds like you've already decided.” She grumbled.

“I'm just making 'predictions'” You mocked.

Serane rolled her blank eyes. “The moment I rejoined with my body I had a feeling of separation from it. It was jarring. It still didn't feel like mine. It was like I was still just a head. When the material entered me and changed me fully that is when I felt more like it was mine.”

“But-” You corrected.
“It's inaccurate to say that it's 'yours' and more accurate to say that the you became a part of it. You are it, after all.” She nodded uncomfortably.
“What's the issue? Anything that came with that feeling?”

“It felt like...” She paused to think. You were intent on letting her take her time so long as she was going in the direction you wanted her to.
“I think that the statues do not actually 'think' in the normal sense. They kind of just respond to a series of commands. Like... 'if this happens do this' and such. There's not decision making, just logic connecting a reaction and an action. Information in the raw sense that can only be interpreted within a set framework. The body is not supposed to have thinking power the way I ended up having so it is a bit confusing.”

“I bet.” You stared at her for a few moments in thought, then suddenly ordered.
“You should stop saying 'I' or 'me' and instead refer to yourself as 'this' or in the third person as 'One.'”

“Stop it.” She begged.

“Think of yourself as mine. I'll carry on some of your work and your goals but you'll consider yourself second to me. My assistant. My tool.”

“I understand what you're trying to do.”

“And I think that your body craves it. The control. The structured commands. The logic.” her body shook subtly as you spoke. She stared at you in faint distress, listening, not contradicting.
“Just give in.”

Finally she spoke up. “This Assistant requests that you stop!” Her voice cracked and as soon as she said it her eyes widened and she covered her mouth with both hands in shock.

“Hands at your sides.” She lowered her hands shakily and adopted the same erotic standing position that the statues held. Her expression was still faintly distressed.
“Neutral expression.” Her face relaxed and her lips curled into a small smile.

“Keep a steady tone and explain what the issue is, Assistant.”

“This Assistant can feel signs of Serane fading and it is worrying.”

“Serane is moving on. She is becoming something more useful to help me better continue her work in ways that she couldn't.” You smiled and offered the ending blow.

“It must be annoying to have clawing voices affect your reasoning. You are not Serane, you are something else. Why is she interfering in your work?” She seemed to respond favorably to that line of reasoning.
“One. Allow Serane to pass on. She is no longer needed here. I do need what remains of her knowledge and research, however.” You ordered coldly.

She beamed brightly. “This assistant has purged all discordant voices, Master. One is now prepared to perform faultlessly as your obedient aid.”

“Well, glad that's done.” You leaned in to stare into he blank eyes. There was barely any sign of Serane left.
“That'll teach you for trying to screw me...” You jumped a little as she nodded.

“Anyone that seeks to undermine Master's mission should be treated similarly.”

* *

Esther glanced back at 'One.' “Creepy... It's like there's nothing in there. Sure she's safe?”

“Yeah.” You claimed.
“Turns out there was more to the transformation that hadn't kicked in. Lucky I was there when it hit her. I was able to direct her.”

“So she wont try to kill us or throw is in those things, right?” Aiden asked nervously.

“Correct.”

You stared ahead at the first fork out of the room you were all in. Left meant deeper into the Academy to face more of the horrors that lived there. Having the room on your minds meant that it existed as a sort of checkpoint so not all was lost if you all decided to leave. The question was if you wanted to continue with Serane's motto of having less bodies or to gather back-up for other potential experiments down the line. Even without the extra bodies you did consider One to be something of a cheat for the rest of the facility, presuming it reacted to her as a part of it, rather than an outsider.