The thrall-march seemed endless.
Shackled at the rear of the company, every clank of the chains on your wrists and ankles made your head droop.
You wished you could sink back into the training sleep, though it meant being less person and more thrall upon awakening.
The Broken Plain was …
"we can't think... we can't resist... we can't escape..."
"Very good. Both on your knees now, hands behind your heads. Lost in each others' eyes. Helpless, programmed puppets."
"we can't think... we can't resist... we can't escape..."
"You're not even sure whose voices you're hearing now. But you know every …
"Isn't she beautiful?"
"Yes... s-she's very beautiful."
"And you can see she's so deeply hypnotized."
"Y-yes. Yes, she is..."
"Totally mindless. Blissfully blank."
"I can... mmm, I can see that."
"She's posed, on her knees, simply for my pleasure."
"Yes..."
"She can't even hear us right now. But with a …
"Rough day?"
"Yeah... brain's just scattered. Having a hard time focusing, you know?"
"Sure, I hear you. Poor thing. Lemme rub your shoulders..."
"Mmm, thank you. Feels nice."
"Just take a deep breath.
"That's right, and let it out. Good."
"I'm feeling better already."
"Good! I know you are. But …
"Good boys don't think," she said, "good boys just sink."
Normally, such a silly, simple rhyme wouldn't have hit you as hard as it did.
But you were already stroking your cock.
On your knees.
Had she told you to do that?
It just felt natural.
And it felt SO …
"You're exaggerating!"
"And you're adorable. Putting up a brave front, like you could resist for even a moment."
"You haven't fucked my head up THAT much..."
"No? What are you, deep deep down?"
"I'm your brainwashed fucktoy—no! I mean..."
"Oh, cutie..."
"You think covering your mouth will help?"
"I …
How did you get like this?
Unable to look away from the crystal.
Unable to stop throbbing with arousal.
Unable to keep your mind from melting.
Unable to stop your thoughts fading away.
Unable to resist slipping deeper and deeper.
Unable to fight the need to obey.
Microfic: The "Device" was really just a Fleshlight attached to a motorized arm that thrust forward and retracted. That, and a laptop propped on a shelf, web browser open to a GIF of a spiral. Noise-canceling headphones playing a simple mantra over a canned binaural beat.
But the power of …
Microfic:
“Do you remember what I said about good girls?”
“Yes... you said, ‘Good girls go blank.’”
“That’s right. And you’re my very good girl, aren’t you?”
“Yes...”
“So what are you doing?”
“I’m... going... blank...”
“That’s right. Good girl. And what do good girls …