"Respected powerful being," the Alien Leader stammered, his tentacles trembling as he gestured to the holographic displays. "Let me explain our 'toy-making' technology. It is the art of turning high-quality raw materials—human women—into commodities. The first stage involves mechanical insertion to create piston-like movements, combined with chemical agents to permanently expand the genitals, urinary tract, and mammary glands to accommodate... larger species."
He swiped the screen, showing a diagram of a woman being surgically altered.
"The second stage modifies the digestive system. We improve energy acquisition efficiency and enhance recovery. An ordinary human female can only sustain continuous intercourse for 8 to 12 hours before collapse. But after our modification? With sufficient nutrient injection, she can achieve uninterrupted intercourse for weeks. We also customize: removing 'useless' limbs, softening bones for flexibility, or modifying organs. A single modified human female can sell for over 5,000 Cosmic Coins."
"Hmph," Diana purred, looking at the horrifying images with a twisted fascination. "Why are you so afraid of me? I'm curious... how strong am I in this market?"
"Uh, well..." The Alien Leader sweated green slime. "The Leader of the Dark Legion was considered a planetary threat. Your energy level... is significantly higher. You are a Stellar-Class entity."
"Then tell me," Diana stepped closer, her black bodysuit stretching over her curves. "How many Cosmic Coins am I worth?"
The Alien Leader was speechless. His mind conjured images of the Guardian being strapped to a breaking wheel, auctioned to galactic warlords. It was a blasphemous thought, yet the profit margin would be infinite.
"I... I cannot calculate it. You are priceless."
"Good," Diana smiled, a predatory glint in her eyes. "I'm giving you a choice. Return all the kidnapped human women immediately. Never attack Earth again. As compensation... you can sell me as a slave. Or, you can choose to die right now."
"Ah! We will return them! Immediately!" The Leader waved his tentacles frantically. "We don't need compensation! Just your mercy is enough—"
"No."
Diana reached for the zipper of her bodysuit. slowly pulling it down. Her heavy breasts spilled out, followed by her flat stomach, until she revealed her pink, hairless vulva. She spread her labia with her fingers, exposing her wet, inviting hole to the alien crew.
"After hearing your introduction... I'm really looking forward to being a sex slave. You said alien life has similar aesthetics? So my appearance should be considered quite attractive, right? I want the modifications. I want the pistons."
"Of course! Of course!" The Leader stared, mesmerized by the divine cunt displayed before him. "I've already contacted the mothership. The 400 humans will be teleported back within two cycles. Some... are already broken, only their consciousness remains in the gel... but we will return them."
"Good. Send them back. My assistant will liaise with you. Now... prepare the contract for my sale."
The CEO's Office
Diana's consciousness snapped back into her physical body. She gasped, overwhelmed by a sudden, crashing wave of pleasure. While she was negotiating in space, her body had been busy.
The Cult Leader, having finally defeated the Brain Demon in a battle of attrition, was now relentlessly imprinting a control-magic circle onto her skin. He was sweating, panting, believing he had finally broken her.
"Pause," Diana said, her voice calm despite the aftershocks of orgasm. "You've done well. I have a task for you."
"What?! Impossible!" The Cult Leader stumbled back, his eyes wide. "Weren't you brainwashed?! I felt your mind break!"
"Alright, enough nonsense. Here's the thing, I've discovered a group of aliens..."
"Die!"
The Cult Leader snapped. The humiliation of being ignored, of being treated like a secretary while he poured his soul into enslaving her, was too much. He slammed his hand onto the desk, activating a trap he had been preparing for months.
"Just let me finish! Alright, alright, stop fooling around—"
Diana's words were cut off as a massive array lit up on the floor. Beams of hard-light energy shot up, binding her wrists and ankles.
Outside the glass walls, the entire company stood up in unison. Their eyes were glazed over—he had controlled them all. They gathered in front of her office, a dense crowd of witnesses. A professional camera crew set up a tripod, and instantly, a push notification went out to every streaming platform in the world:
[LIVE: Revealing the Guardian's Identity]
Diana blinked, bewildered but not afraid. She realized this was his endgame. For a man who used to control a kingdom, being a secretary was a fate worse than death. He wanted to destroy her myth.
"Hahahaha!" The Cult Leader laughed maniacally, pointing at the camera. "Let the world see your shameful state! The Guardian is none other than the CEO, Diana! Don't even think about struggling. Your employees are my hostages. If you twitch, I'll have them tear each other apart!"
He reached out, manipulating the magic circle inside her. It wasn't fully effective on her mind, but her body? Her body was primed to obey.
In a flash of light, her business suit vanished, replaced by the iconic, skimpy Guardian battle armor.
The beams of light shifted. They hoisted her into the air, pulling her arms up in a surrender pose and spreading her legs wide. A chokehold of light formed around her neck, lifting her just enough so her high heels dangled uselessly above the carpet.
"Look at her!" The Cult Leader screamed to the camera and the millions watching. "The Guardian you believe in is nothing but a vile whore! She is promiscuous, always in heat, and dripping like a sow!"
He clenched his fist. A beam of solid light materialized between her spread thighs. It hooked into the fabric of her leotard, ripping it aside to expose her swollen, wet pussy to the lens.
"Now, show them!"
The light-dildo thrust into her vagina, stirring violently inside her already over-stimulated depths.
"Ahhh!"
Diana threw her head back, her eyes rolling up. Because of the drugs, the alien negotiations, and the constant masturbation of the last month, she had zero resistance. She climaxed instantly.
Squirt.
A massive jet of clear, viscous fluid erupted from her urethra, spraying directly toward the camera lens. The world watched in stunned silence as their hero hung suspended, twitching and squirting like a broken sex doll.
"See?!" The Cult Leader roared, his face twisted in triumph. "Look at her orgasm! This is your goddess! A dripping, mindless breeder!"
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