"Such a good girl." Laura's croon was soft as she watched Mircalla broken down with pleasure and writhing. "Sweet, submissive, and utterly controlled and at my mercy. But as good as you look like that, and as much as it pleases me to see you like that, you still need a little more."

Her smirk grew. "The circuits are, of course, under my control Mircalla. And all I do to overwhelm you with pleasure and force you to cum is snap my fingers. You desperately want it, don't you, pet?"

With a wicked smirk Laura raised her right hand in front of Mircalla's forehead just in line of sight and snapped her fingers.

She watched with a wicked smirk and as some coherence was starting to return to Mircalla, but she hadn't recovered, Laura snapped fingers on both hands simultaneously - one by each of of Mircalla's ears.

When Mircalla came back to herself the circuitry would have finished spreading and all evened itself out, and she'd be covered neck to toe in a thin and skin-tight black catsuit with circuitry woven into every level. It was barely enough for modesty, forming a smooth layer over Mircalla's nipples and crotch, but otherwise revealing and accentuating every curve.