Sirius Zero: Building A Corporate Kingdom After Being Expelled

"Saladin! Saladin! Saladin!" chanted the crowd, as Saladin stood on his balcony, waving to the masses below.

"Today, we celebrate a new era for Libya! A new era of peace, prosperity, and progress!" he declared, his voice booming over the crowd.

The crowd erupted into cheers, waving flags and banners in support of their leader.

"With the help of our friends, Libya now has nuclear power! We are now free from the shackles of oil dependency, and we can build our new future!" he declared, raising his fist in the air.

The crowd roared in approval, chanting his name louder.

"Why did they back this guy instead of holding free and fair elections?" grumbled Malkovich, the NATO commander, as he and Aaron watched the celebrations from inside the palace.

"The version of democracy that we are used to, has a few civilizational prerequisites commander Malkovich," replied Aaron, sipping his drink.

"Like what?" asked Malkovich, raising an eyebrow.

"Like a charismatic figure who can unite a fractured populace, and direct that energy into building a nation rather than tearing it apart," said Aaron.

"And Saladin is that figure?" Malkovich asked skeptically.

"If you're worried about whether you'll have enough food to eat, clean water to drink, and a roof over your head, you'll back whoever lets you keep those things than somebody who promises it but doesn't deliver," said Aaron.

"Sounds like a dictatorship to me," grumbled Malkovich.

"Would you rather have the mess it was before he took over?" asked Aaron.

"Yeah, well, as long as he doesn't try redrawing maps, we're fine," said Malkovich.

"Tell that to the last guy you guys overthrew," said Aaron with a smirk.

"That was a mistake, and we all know it," grumbled Malkovich.

"Well, my work here is done. We'll be leaving in the morning. You guys can take it from here," said Aaron rising.

Malkovich gave him a languid wave.

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Natasha stood in her room, looking at herself in the mirror.

She was dressed in her Star-Crossed Cafe maid uniform, complete with a frilly apron and a headband with cat ears.

She twirled around, admiring the way the uniform hugged her curves, the black leather corset cinching her waist and the pencil skirt accentuating her hips.

"Meow!" she said playfully, as she struck a pose.

"This is so cute! I hope Master Zakhrov likes it," she said to herself, as she adjusted the apron and smoothed out the skirt.

"Meow! Master Zakrov, do you like my new outfit?" she asked the mirror, practicing her 'catgirl maid' voice.

She giggled, as she imagined Aaron's reaction.

"Meow! I can't wait to show it to him!" she said, but willed herself to practice some more.

She practiced her 'catgirl maid' voice, pouting and batting her eyelashes at the mirror.

"Meow! Master Zakhrov, please take care of me!" she said, her voice soft and sweet.

She practiced her 'catgirl maid' poses, arching her back and tilting her head to the side.

"Meow! I'm your little catgirl maid, Master Zakhrov! I'll do anything for you!" she said, her voice playful and flirtatious.

She practiced her 'catgirl maid' purr, rubbing her hands over her uniform and purring softly.

"Meow! I love being your little catgirl maid, Master Zakhrov! It makes me feel so special!" she said, her voice affectionate and sincere.

She practiced her 'catgirl maid' meow, making it sound cute and endearing.

"Meow! I'm your little catgirl maid, Master Zakhrov! I love serving you!" she said, her voice full of adoration.

Finally satisfied with her performance, Natasha smiled at her reflection.

"Meow! I think I'm ready to show Master Zakhrov," she said, her voice full of excitement.

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"Nyaah! Master Zakhrov! Yes! Harder!" cried Natasha, as Aaron pounded her from behind, his hands gripping her hips tightly.

She was in 'maid mode' again, wearing the Star-Crossed Cafe maid uniform, but this time, she had a headband with a pair of cat ears on it.

"Meaow! Master! I'm going to cum!" she cried, her voice rising in pitch.

"Do it, you little catgirl maid! Cum for your master!" growled Aaron, as he thrust harder and faster.

Natasha's body responded to his command, and she cried out in pleasure as she reached her climax.

Her body trembled and shook as the waves of pleasure washed over her.

Aaron, pulling her around, and she eager took his erection into her mouth.

"Meow! Me wants your cream, Master," she said impishly, as she licked and sucked on his throbbing erection.

Aaron groaned in pleasure, as Natasha's tongue worked its magic on him.

He could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge, and he knew he wouldn't last much longer.

Natasha sensed this, and redoubled her efforts, her tongue swirling around his shaft, her lips tightening around him.

"Meow! Me wants it all, Master! Give it to me!" she cried, as she took him deeper into her mouth.

With a final groan, Aaron came, his hot seed filling Natasha's mouth.

She swallowed eagerly, her eyes sparkling with delight.

"Meow! That was delicious, Master! Thank you!" she said, licking her lips clean.

Aaron chuckled, as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

"You're welcome, my little catgirl maid," he said, kissing her forehead.

Natasha snuggled into his arms, purring contentedly.

"Meow! I love being your catgirl maid, Master. It makes me feel so special," she said, her voice soft and affectionate.

"Well, you are special to me, Natasha. You always have been," said Aaron, stroking her hair gently.

Natasha smiled up at him, her eyes shining with affection.

"Thank you, Master. I love you. Happy 20th birthday," she said, her voice sincere.

Aaron continued to gently stroke her hair, until she fell asleep in his arms, her purring a soothing sound in the quiet room.

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"You've changed quite a bit Olga," said Natasha, as she sipped coffee in the Female Employee dorm common room.

"How so?" asked Olga, setting down her knife and fork.

"Well, I would say that you've become more refined, more cultured," said Natasha, smiling.

"Well, I have been spending more time with James, and he's been teaching me," said Olga, her cheeks flushing slightly.

"Teaching you what?" asked Natasha, raising an eyebrow.

"Poise and posture, he calls it," said Olga, her cheeks flushing deeper.

"Well, it seems to be working," said Natasha.

"I'll take that as a compliment," said Olga, smiling.

"May I join the two of you, Ms Natasha and Ms Olga?" asked Jennifer, approaching them with her plate of breakfast.

"Sure Jennifer, have a seat," said Natasha, gesturing to the empty chair.

Jennifer sat down, and smiled at them.

"How's the arm?" asked Olga.

"Fully healed," said Jennifer, flexing her arm.

"And I see you've taken to wearing the uniform," said Natasha, looking at Jennifer's black leather blazer and pencil skirt.

"Yes, I can see why you're so militant about it now. I does something," said Jennifer, standing up and giving the other two a twirl.

She sat back down and leaned forward conspiratorially.

"You know, our friendly doctor Kavitha has some interesting thoughts when she wears the uniform without the lab coat," she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

"We know, and looks like you still haven't learned to keep your mouth shut," said Natasha, rolling her eyes.

"Sorry, sorry," mumbled Jennifer, blushing. She cleared her throat.

"Anyway, what I was getting at, is that she's asked me to help her with her impulses, but I'd like to ask you two for help as well," said Jennifer.

"Sure, what do you need?" asked Natasha.

"Well, I was thinking that we should start changing in Dr. Khan's apartment along with her, so that if she starts to feel the urge, we can help her," said Jennifer.

"All right, we can do that," said Natasha.

"Really? Then let's go! She's waiting for us!" said Jennifer, her eyes lighting up with excitement.

Natasha and Olga exchanged amused glances, and followed Jennifer out of the common room.

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"All right, Dr. Khan, we're here to help," said Natasha, as she, Olga, and Jennifer, entered Kavitha's apartment, dressed in their bed clothes, but carrying their uniforms.

Kavitha nodded nervously, still in her bed clothes.

"Thank you, I really appreciate it," she said, her voice shaky.

"Let's get started then," said Natasha, as she set her uniform down on the bed.

The four women, started to slowly get undressed, and put on their uniforms.

Kavitha felt a thrill of excitement as she slipped into her black leather corset and pencil skirt, the smoothness of the leather against her skin sending shivers down her spine.

She looked at herself in the mirror, and felt a rush of power and confidence.

"Deep breath, and focus Kavitha. We're in your apartment, no breaking bones here," said Natasha, placing a reassuring hand on Kavitha's shoulder.

Kavitha nodded, taking a deep breath and trying to calm her racing heart.

She looked at her reflection again, and saw the other three standing close behind her.

A sense of camaraderie and support washed over her, and she felt a little more at ease.

She picked up her blazer and buttoned it on, completing her uniform.

"I still feel those impulses, but they are more muted with the three of you here," she said, her voice steadier now.

"Glad to help. Now, get your lab coat on, you're late for clinic duty," said Natasha, handing Kavitha her white lab coat.

Kavitha took the lab coat and slipped it on, feeling a sense of relief wash over her.

"Thank you, Natasha. I really appreciate your help," she said, her voice sincere.