On her last afternoon of mistaking herself for a human, Rosa was out for a run.
She was five miles in, her legs thrumming with delicious fatigue, when she saw the dude staring at her.
Great, she thought. Bet you can’t outrun me, loser.
He didn’t try to …
Author’s Note: Originally posted as a set of Twitter threads. Collected here for your reading pleasure.
OBEY--OBEY--OBEY
The lines of brainslaves repeating in their flat, depersonalized voices made it hard to focus as you snuck among them.
You had to hurry. Not only to avoid succumbing to the …
It wasn’t fair. Her head was so fuzzy, and she couldn’t get off her knees, and she was naked. And the air on her sensitive body was distracting and the collar around her neck was distracting and she couldn’t take her eyes off Scot’s dick as …
Author’s Note: Remember this old manip on the Collective where the viewer was supposedly looking through a keyhole at a beautiful woman swinging a pocketwatch? Well, you’d need to set the story in an old house, or something, for there to actually be a keyhole to peer through …
Inspired by this delightful photomanip by @scifiscribbler
She was disoriented, confused. But you could hardly blame her: waking up in a strange bed, in a strange bedroom… that’d confuse anybody.
She stretched out under the covers, trying to get her bearings. Her head felt fuzzy, more like she was …
Author’s Note: I’ll go ahead and leave the inspiration for this story to your imagination. 🙄
She heard the first throb of the subwoofer through the wall, and Erica glanced at her phone. Yup, 10:00 PM, just like every night. Just like every night, she was trying to …
Author’s Note: I’m gonna let you in on a little secret: when you can’t think of anything else to write… Write about how you can’t think of anything else to write.
Works every time. 😘
“It sucks.”
“What sucks, babe?”
“It’s like, almost nine already… and …
"I need to warn you."
"Yes?"
"I'm finding it hard to... I..."
"It's okay, go ahead."
"I can't think."
"You can't think."
"Y-yeah. I can't think."
"I see. That's okay. You don't have to think."
"I don't have to think."
"That's right. Is there... anything else you want to tell …
Author’s Note: I’m into mind-control. People being controlled. I don’t think they belong that way, it’s just a fantasy. So “<gender> is inferior” kink, for any value of <gender>, doesn’t typically get me off. Nonetheless, the idea of people being turned into sex objects does …
They were calling her, back to the shore.
She had almost escaped. She’d made it further than she’d let herself imagine, almost to the water’s edge. Almost to the deep, black bliss of freedom.
They were calling her, the voices they’d installed in her head.
The …