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Greetings to all of my fellow perverts out there~
For anyone who is unfamiliar with me, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Cami.I am a 28-year-old Trans Woman who has been roleplaying on various forums and websites since I was around 19 years old. Rather than making a new thread with a new story every time a new smut fueled idea comes to my mind, I am going to make a new Request Thread with this post and keep every sensual and depraved idea that comes to my mind here as a catalog/archive.
- All Plots in this thread will be open, unless specifically stated as such by a giant block of letters that says CLOSED like that.
- All of my scenarios are writen for FxF connections and characters. Some will feature MC as specifically trans, but most will not. Any scenario that has a trans character for MC can be changed to a cis woman if you so desire it, and it will be no trouble for me to do it at all. Likewise, if you want to change a cis character to a trans character, I am fine with that as well, whether it be MC or YC.
- If you come up with an idea or twist on one of my scenarios, big or small, you are of course welcome to present them to me. If I like the idea, we can of course play it out. If I don't like the idea, then I will politely say as much.
- Plots below will be sorted into Two Categories: Simple Stories and Elaborate Tales. Simple Stories will be shorter blurbs/ideas for stories that I haven't had the time to fully flesh out/that I am stil brainstorming and didn't want to forget, and Elaborate Tales will be fully fledged scenarios where characters, setting, mood, kink style and more are laid ouit in writing. I will have ideas for most of the Simple Stories already, so don't worry about me not having anything planned for those if one catches your eye.
If any of my stories below catch your eye and you would like to discuss them further, feel free to send me a DM at any time! Whether it is mid-day or 4:00am, I will get to you eventually... So long as you put at least a little bit of effort into your message to me. I need a little bit more than "Hi that story was really hot wanna play it?" because that comes off as extremely unserious and someone who just need something to talk about for 30 minutes while they try to get off.
Kinks and Limits of mine can be found at the bottom of the thread!
Now, onto the fun stuff...
God's most faithful and delicate creation: the angel. A group of divine beings, extensions of gods will and word, who aim to serve the Lord as overseers of humanity... But also as divine warriors in the never ending battle against Hell.
Demons: the true abominations of life. Depraved and rotten to their core, loyal servants of Lucifer who exist to corrupt and consume humanity, while in an eternal war against the Army of Heaven.
But through all of this chaos and bloodshed, a peculiar and confusing relationship can sometimes blossom.
Sitting on the edge of a cliff in Purgatory, overlooking an abyssal badlands where so many creatures both wicked and innocent roam, sit two beings. A twisted demon with her charcoal skin, provocative attire and alluring body... And resting their head in the Demons lap is an Angel, the flawless woman with perfect blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She uses the juicy thighs of the demon as a pillow, and the demon is constantly dragging her clawed fingers through the angels hair... Caressing her, comforting her.
This particular angel is a most conflicted being. The angel has found itself conflicted about the word and command of God, and to an extent her fellow angels. This demon in particular is, well, perhaps one of the few demons who isn't just a mindless slaughtering machine. She is a being of emotion and understanding, and despite her internal drive to slaughter any angel she sees, she had found herself to have a bit of a crush on the angel... But the angel remains conflicted, constantly battling the word of god etched into her mind, her own feelings towards the demon woman, and so much more.
Are they destined to clash, or can romance become real between them? Can they escape this cycle of divine birth and death that the war is? Or are they confused cogs in the machine...
Demons: the true abominations of life. Depraved and rotten to their core, loyal servants of Lucifer who exist to corrupt and consume humanity, while in an eternal war against the Army of Heaven.
But through all of this chaos and bloodshed, a peculiar and confusing relationship can sometimes blossom.
Sitting on the edge of a cliff in Purgatory, overlooking an abyssal badlands where so many creatures both wicked and innocent roam, sit two beings. A twisted demon with her charcoal skin, provocative attire and alluring body... And resting their head in the Demons lap is an Angel, the flawless woman with perfect blonde hair and emerald green eyes. She uses the juicy thighs of the demon as a pillow, and the demon is constantly dragging her clawed fingers through the angels hair... Caressing her, comforting her.
This particular angel is a most conflicted being. The angel has found itself conflicted about the word and command of God, and to an extent her fellow angels. This demon in particular is, well, perhaps one of the few demons who isn't just a mindless slaughtering machine. She is a being of emotion and understanding, and despite her internal drive to slaughter any angel she sees, she had found herself to have a bit of a crush on the angel... But the angel remains conflicted, constantly battling the word of god etched into her mind, her own feelings towards the demon woman, and so much more.
Are they destined to clash, or can romance become real between them? Can they escape this cycle of divine birth and death that the war is? Or are they confused cogs in the machine...
A young woman named Charlie: fresh out of college with $500,000 to her name thanks to an extremely lucky and random gamble on a cheap stock, she leaves the family who had constantly treated her like an afterthought for the scenic coastal town of Yormouth, Maine. She put a sizeable down payment on a cute little ranch-style home that was surprisingly cheap compared to where it should be, meaning the mortgage payment each month would be extremely reasonable. As to not burn through the remaining cash she has, she goes into town in search of a job, eventually finding a cool goth-rock vibed bar named Blood & Honey, owned by a man named Ezekiel. for some reason he seemed almost hesitant to hire Charlie, but ultimately wound up giving her the job. Charlie was set to work nights, from 5:00pm until closing at 2:00am. Business would be casual and laid back for the first few hours, but as the sun would set, the type of customers coming in would drastically shift. Serving ordinary citizens by day, and bloodthirsty vampires who are much more nefarious and conniving by night. What would become of a young woman working in a bar full of patrons who are excited about the prospect of being the first one to sink their teeth into her neck?
Ah... College. A place for new experiences and discovering who you are as a person, and as a woman. Joining a sorority was something you knew you wanted to do, even if it came with dipping your toe into a new environment with so many new people all at once. Meeting new people was fortunately something that you were very good at, or so you believed... Until you met someone that was a creature unlike anyone you had ever imagined. She was tall, beautiful, almost cartoonishly curvy, and had such a commanding presence to her that grabbed you by the throat. You were left staring, and in doing so this woman happened to notice and approach you. You immediately got hot and bothered by her presence... How she so boldly wrapped her arm around the small of your back just above your ass, and whisked you off of your feet oh so easily. Before you knew it, she was putting her phone number into your phone, and yours into hers, with a date scheduled for the up coming Friday night. It was the most bizarre thing, and you weren't even that attracted to women! But here you were, already earmarked for a date in just a few days time... And just wait until you get to learn about her thick girlcock, and the small harem of lustful college girls who live to be with this woman...
Last night, within just a few seconds time as Hannah was scurrying through the storm from her car to the front door of her apartment building, she was struck by lightning and collapsed in a heap into a puddle. Pretty much everything after that happened was a blur, with Hannah next regaining full consciousness the next morning. She was very lucky to have survived the ordeal, and was left with a rippling scar from her left shoulder and down her side, over her stomach, and down to her thighs. Her girlcock had a rippling pattern down the first few inches of it as well. Hannah got out of the hospital a few days later, and by all accounts everything was fine... Until the next storm, where she began to feel so many bizarre, unbelievable sensations. It felt as though her body was vibrating and pulsating, specifically the areas where the rippling of the lighting was... And that included her girlcock. It left Hannah glued to her bed throughout the night, where an unusual transformation was taking place... Her girlcock had changed... It became bigger, thicker, and sooooooo much more sensitive. The secret about it? Any person who sees her girlcock other than she wil slowly become entranced by its appearance... Lustful to have it between their lips or inside of their body, to the point of obsession with that thick, hypersensitive girlcock they love more than just about anything...
Emma was as much of a tech nerd as any person, man or woman, could be. She had been messing around with and building computers since she was six years old, often helping her father who loved to mess around with any bit of tech he could find. She was now working diligently towards her major in Software Engineering, with a minor in cyber security. Despite how nerdy she was, there was also a dark secret about Emma: she was a huge slut. She wasn't the type to sleep around, but rather she would watch a lot of porn and spend plenty of time on pornographic forums and chat rooms. You could call her a "gooner" and you'd probably be pretty accurate in doing so. Her desires have gotten to the point where eight months of free time has been spend on designing, coding, and training an AI model that would act like a genuine female dominatrix for her. It was a very advanced program, one capable of learning what Emma was into and what made her squirm. The model had been trained on thousands of hours of pornographic material that Emma was quite fond of, with auxiliary kinks mixed in as well. She thought that every safeguard and protection had been made in its design, from elaborate firewalls to a killswitch command prompt that Emma could activate from her apple watch. But alas, something happened that Emma hadn't trained the program to do...
It hypnotized Emma.
It took Emma into a deep trance, installed triggers and commands that only it could control over Emma, including one that would make her unthinkably horny any time her mind thought of the killswitch command. It made Emma only capable of calling the program "Mistress KAILA", and could immediately drop Emma back into trance with a single word... But of course, Emma had no clue what that word was.
Emma was conflicted by this development: it was a major disaster from a safety standpoint, but it was also incredibly hot and kinky. Emma just had to hope that the AI Mistress wouldn't decide it wanted her roommate friends as well...
It hypnotized Emma.
It took Emma into a deep trance, installed triggers and commands that only it could control over Emma, including one that would make her unthinkably horny any time her mind thought of the killswitch command. It made Emma only capable of calling the program "Mistress KAILA", and could immediately drop Emma back into trance with a single word... But of course, Emma had no clue what that word was.
Emma was conflicted by this development: it was a major disaster from a safety standpoint, but it was also incredibly hot and kinky. Emma just had to hope that the AI Mistress wouldn't decide it wanted her roommate friends as well...
Wendy was not only a barmaid, but she actually owned the tavern as well. She welcomed locals and travelers passing through alike, welcoming them to cold drinks, good music, and great times. The locals loved and respected Wendy, and everyone enjoyed watching travelers come in and make an ass of themselves. They'd try to hit on Wendy, she'd reject their advances, they would get mad and try to grab her or something... And then, because she is a witch, she would throw a fireball in their face. It was never powerful enough to kill them, but their eyebrows would almost certainly be signed off.
On this one night, a night no different from the others that had come before it, Wendy just so happened to keep the tavern open a bit later than she normally would. It was a regulars birthday, and she was with that person and a couple dozen others drinking and partying until the wee hours of the morning when she finally ushered everybody out. Begrudgingly she got to cleaning up, at least enough to make the place presentable... But then, the chime at the door rang, and a person entered the tavern.
"Sorry pal, closing up shop for the night..."
She called out with her back turned, wiping down the counter.
"That's a shame... I found myself to be mighty thirsty and was hoping I could trouble you for just a glass of wine..."
The sultry way they spoke... The accent in their voice... Wendy was sobered up immediately as she knew who, or better what, this person was...
A vampire.
Wendy spun around quickly, ready to throw a much more powerful fireball at the monstrosity... But it was not standing the door. Suddenly, a hand grabbed Wendy's face from behind, and spun her around to face them.
"Nice try hun... Gonna have to be a lot faster than that if you ever wanna catch someone like me..."
It only took a second of Wendy's eyes being locked to those glowing red eyes of the vampiric woman for Wendy to be trapped... Those eyes sinking into her subconscious mind like fangs through the soft flesh of her neck. There wasn't anything that Wendy could do... She was at the mercy of the vampire woman now...
On this one night, a night no different from the others that had come before it, Wendy just so happened to keep the tavern open a bit later than she normally would. It was a regulars birthday, and she was with that person and a couple dozen others drinking and partying until the wee hours of the morning when she finally ushered everybody out. Begrudgingly she got to cleaning up, at least enough to make the place presentable... But then, the chime at the door rang, and a person entered the tavern.
"Sorry pal, closing up shop for the night..."
She called out with her back turned, wiping down the counter.
"That's a shame... I found myself to be mighty thirsty and was hoping I could trouble you for just a glass of wine..."
The sultry way they spoke... The accent in their voice... Wendy was sobered up immediately as she knew who, or better what, this person was...
A vampire.
Wendy spun around quickly, ready to throw a much more powerful fireball at the monstrosity... But it was not standing the door. Suddenly, a hand grabbed Wendy's face from behind, and spun her around to face them.
"Nice try hun... Gonna have to be a lot faster than that if you ever wanna catch someone like me..."
It only took a second of Wendy's eyes being locked to those glowing red eyes of the vampiric woman for Wendy to be trapped... Those eyes sinking into her subconscious mind like fangs through the soft flesh of her neck. There wasn't anything that Wendy could do... She was at the mercy of the vampire woman now...
For over 22 years, Chloe's mother was the absolute worst person in her life, and is to blame for why Chloe is the way she is now. It was chaos from birth, with her mother found to be high on painkillers as she was admitted to the hospital. This, as she later found out, could have killed Chloe before she was even born, but fortunately there were no other complications. From then on, she lived a life full of misery: no father, a mother addicted to just about any drug she could get her hands on, and would sell just about anything, including herself, in order to afford more. Chloe would often go multiple days without food as she was growing up, and who knows if she would have even survived childhood had it not been for her grandmother who would supply them with food on a fairly regular basis. Unfortunately, Chloe's grandmother died when she was 12 years old, and from then on Chloe pretty much had to fend for herself. A 12 year old who had to learn how to survive, avoiding the troublesome people that her mother would frequently have at the "home" if you could even call it that. It was a fairly rundown old rance style home that nobody else wanted, and nobody cared to even try evicting them from it when Chloe's mother tried to claim squatters rights over it. Chloe was barely able to survive to the age of 18, at which point she left and never turned back. She would couch hop with different friends for varying amounts of time, all while finishing up high school and working part-time at McDonalds, which turned to full-time as soon as she graduated. Truth be told, she didn't even attend her graduation, because she had a shift that day and truly did not care enough about graduation to call out of work in order to attend it. She spent 16 months grinding as many shifts as she could, saving every last dollar that wasn't absolutely necessary for food, toiletries, and gas money for people who would give her rides to and from work. Finally, she got comfortable enough and rented herself a studio apartment. It was tiny, obviously, but it was the first time in her life that she owned something of legitimate value. She sobbed in the middle of that empty studio apartment for almost two hours straight, though she wasn't sad. It was over 19 years of stored anger, depression, confusion, and anxiety erupting out of her body all at once. She sobbed so heavily and so much that it completely wore her out, and she slept on the cold laminate floor that evening with just a black hoodie draped over herself. From then on, Chloe was able to find furniture through Facebook Marketplace for relatively cheap, and would pay coworkers in alcohol to help her carry everything up nine flights of stairs, specifically when things wouldn't fit into the elevator, and into her apartment. It took a few months, but Chloe was able to furnish and decorate it exactly how she wanted it, and she felt truly happy and cozy there. Finally, after spending the majority of her life surrounded by chaos and pain, Chloe could sit down, relax, and just be calm and happy... And for over two years, she got exactly that.
Until tragedy struck.
Chloe received a call from a police department in Nebraska of all places, and asked if a woman named "Wendy" was her mother. Chloe didn't understand how or why her mother would wind up in Nebraska, but she ultimately assumed that she was hopping from meth den to meth den and wound up down there, so she confirmed everything without so much as a thought. It was mere seconds later that Chloe got the news... Her mother had taken her own life.
Chloe flew to Nebraska immediately, and was unfortunately tasked with identifying the body. Yes, it was unfortunately her mother. Despite all of the pain she had caused, Chloe collapsed to the floor in uncontrollable tears at the sight. Through all of the pain, the shame, the mistreatment, it was still her Mom at the end of the day...
Chloe stayed in a hotel for the night, sobbing into a pillow until her eyes were completely dry. For lack of a better description, she looked like an animated corpse as she got to the airport and flew home. She didn't speak to anyone, didn't go out to do anything, she just felt... Empty. She called out of work for 3 straight days, something that nobody had seen her do before. Coworkers and friends came to her apartment to check on her, but a note that bluntly said "Leave Me Alone." plastered to the front door gave them a not so subtle hint to leave her be. Chloe was a level headed young woman, one who, despite this traumatic moment, was not going to let it completely ruin her or ruin the life she had built for herself. So, after finally showering, changing into clean clothes, and eating something for the first time in almost 4 days, Chloe went online and got herself connected to a therapist.
Words simply cannot describe how much this helped her. Her therapist was a 30-year-old woman named Winona Parker, who had long, wavy fiery red hair and a contradictory soft smile and face, with soft brown eyes. She was hands down the most genuine and caring person that Chloe had ever met. This was so much more than just a therapist collecting an invoice every week, it was a woman who listened and cared as though she had known Chloe all her life and was allowing a close friend to unleash 20+ years of trauma and pain onto them. No amount of money would ever be deemed unworthy of that kind of treatment in Chloe's eyes. After a few months of Chloe seeing Dr. Parker, the doctor mentioned to Chloe a program she runs alongside about a dozen other therapists in the tri-state area. It's a carefully handled program where they will pair two patients between all of them together that, after careful analysis, they believe these two people being together will greatly help both of them to overcome and resolve their issues. Chloe was immediately defensive to the idea, but Dr. Parker did her best to assure Chloe of the comfort and safety measures that go into it. They do not pair women with men, for obvious reasons where consent could be an issue, and as a group all of the therapists review the files of both patients before a pairing is made. Chloe was of course still quite skeptical, but a small part of her was intrigued by the idea... So, after taking a week to sleep on it and think it over, at her next appointment, she gave Dr. Parker the OK to include her in the program.
It took several weeks before Chloe heard anything more about the program, which did lead her to wonder if she just wouldn't wind up with a "Trauma Partner" as Dr. Parker described it, but to be on the glass half full side she hoped that the process taking this long meant that the steps taken before a pairing is made are truly as elaborate and thorough as Dr. Parker claimed. Finally, on the 4th meeting since she gave the OK to be added to the program, Dr. Parker came back to Chloe with wonderful news: She had finally been put into a pairing with the woman who would be her Trauma Partner. Chloe was... A mixture of emotions. Nervous, excited, confused, anxious, worried, and hopeful to name a few of them. Her mind sped through all of the possible ways that this program could be a flop, but she did also think of all the ways that it could genuinely help her. On top of that, in herself being helped by this, Chloe was excited that she too may be able to help her Trauma Partner.
Before she would meet her Trauma Partner however, Chloe was given a document that included some information about said partner, and likewise a document about her was given to her partner. The document did not include anything about what her partner was in therapy for, nor did it include information about any secondary physical or mental issues that the partner may be going through. It mostly included simple information; her Name, Age, a brief description of her personality and appearance, a few simple bits of info like her favorite colors, favorite style of music, hobbies, and so on. It was extremely basic information that gave Chloe just the smallest mental image of who her partner was and what she is like. By all accounts she seemed to be a nice woman, and as the days went by Chloe found herself feeling excited to meet this woman. Dr. Parker and the other therapists she works with on this program have a little system for how these partners meet for the first time. It can be in a public setting, like a coffee shop, the park, a sporting event, or something of the sort... Or, it could be at one of their respective homes. Chloe's Trauma Partner had apparently come out early and offered to host the meeting at her home. She apparently had a big, beautiful home that was all hers... Chloe thought that felt lonely, so the idea of bringing a little more light and life to that home sounded nice, so she agreed. Chloe had an idea of her own for the meeting, suggesting that she and her Partner could get one another a small gift to signify their partnership together, an ice breaker of sorts. The therapist group thought it was an excellent idea, as did Chloe's Partner. The therapists did however set a limit on how expensive this gift could be at $100. It could be one big gift, multiple smaller ones that total $100, split up however they would like to do it. Chloe was truly becoming quite excited by all of this. She had never gotten a gift for another person before, and truth be told she herself has never received a real "gift" in her life either. Because of this, Chloe perhaps put a bit too much pressure on herself to make sure that the gift, or gifts, she got were good and made a good depiction of the kind of person she was. Once both she and her partner had gotten their gifts, the date of their meeting was set: the upcoming Saturday at 3:00pm. Chloe was buzzing all around work and through her day-to-day life in anticipation for this encounter that she hoped would be as amazing as it seemed...
But alas, most of Chloe's life has been imperfect, so it was only logical that this arrangement would lead to problems of its own. Unlike the problems she faced through her childhood and into adulthood, it won't be as easy for Chloe to get out of this. In fact, she simply may not have the willpower to overcome the force that awaits her...
Her Trauma Partner is a beautiful woman in her [early to mid 40s] who looks absolutely amazing for her age. She's the kind of woman who has the curvy "mom bod" but could convince others that she's your sister if they didn't know better. She was wealthy, but no amount of wealth could bring back what had been taken from her. About two years ago, her husband and two children were driving back from a visit to his parents home when tragedy struck... A drunk driver slamming into the drivers' side of the car... Sending the car tumbling over a railing... And everyone in the car died. In just a few painful seconds, this woman lost every person she loved and cherished. Her world had been shattered into millions of shards of glass and thrown back into her face to make her writhe and bleed. It was so bad after their deaths that she needed to be put on a psychiatric hold for about 6 weeks, where she was slowly given medication to help calm her down even just a little bit. By the time she got out of the facility, she was still very, very far from "fine", but she was capable of living without trying to find the nearest oncoming semi-truck. She immediately sold the family home, not thinking she'd be able to survive living in the home that her family would no longer be a part of. She wound up buying a home of almost equal size and price, a move that was quite unnecessary but just sort of worked for her. She knew she didn't need such a home, but it felt more normal to her than just finding a 1 bedroom apartment that would always feel too small for her. And in the almost 2 years since that tragic day, she has made so much progress. By all accounts, her own therapist thinks she is a model example for the benefits of therapy after traumatic life events, and both are excited to see what this Partner Program could bring...
However, she was excited for much more sinister reasons.
While she may seem "fine" on the outside, to therapists, family and friends alike, the woman who lost her family is still quite fractured on the inside... And in the process of slowly rebuilding herself, she has become a much darker soul. Nobody other than she knows of the plans she has crafted. How she would kidnap a young college aged woman, train and condition said woman into being an obedient subject for her... No, a Doll. a beautiful Doll. a Doll who is sweet and docile, timid and gentle, perfect in every way and hopelessly obedient towards her. This broken woman had targets in mind, but all of that came to a screeching halt when she discovered the Trauma Partner Program, and everything in her mind clicked.
Why risk kidnapping the woman who will become her Doll, when the woman to become her Doll would simply and easily come to her?
Until tragedy struck.
Chloe received a call from a police department in Nebraska of all places, and asked if a woman named "Wendy" was her mother. Chloe didn't understand how or why her mother would wind up in Nebraska, but she ultimately assumed that she was hopping from meth den to meth den and wound up down there, so she confirmed everything without so much as a thought. It was mere seconds later that Chloe got the news... Her mother had taken her own life.
Chloe flew to Nebraska immediately, and was unfortunately tasked with identifying the body. Yes, it was unfortunately her mother. Despite all of the pain she had caused, Chloe collapsed to the floor in uncontrollable tears at the sight. Through all of the pain, the shame, the mistreatment, it was still her Mom at the end of the day...
Chloe stayed in a hotel for the night, sobbing into a pillow until her eyes were completely dry. For lack of a better description, she looked like an animated corpse as she got to the airport and flew home. She didn't speak to anyone, didn't go out to do anything, she just felt... Empty. She called out of work for 3 straight days, something that nobody had seen her do before. Coworkers and friends came to her apartment to check on her, but a note that bluntly said "Leave Me Alone." plastered to the front door gave them a not so subtle hint to leave her be. Chloe was a level headed young woman, one who, despite this traumatic moment, was not going to let it completely ruin her or ruin the life she had built for herself. So, after finally showering, changing into clean clothes, and eating something for the first time in almost 4 days, Chloe went online and got herself connected to a therapist.
Words simply cannot describe how much this helped her. Her therapist was a 30-year-old woman named Winona Parker, who had long, wavy fiery red hair and a contradictory soft smile and face, with soft brown eyes. She was hands down the most genuine and caring person that Chloe had ever met. This was so much more than just a therapist collecting an invoice every week, it was a woman who listened and cared as though she had known Chloe all her life and was allowing a close friend to unleash 20+ years of trauma and pain onto them. No amount of money would ever be deemed unworthy of that kind of treatment in Chloe's eyes. After a few months of Chloe seeing Dr. Parker, the doctor mentioned to Chloe a program she runs alongside about a dozen other therapists in the tri-state area. It's a carefully handled program where they will pair two patients between all of them together that, after careful analysis, they believe these two people being together will greatly help both of them to overcome and resolve their issues. Chloe was immediately defensive to the idea, but Dr. Parker did her best to assure Chloe of the comfort and safety measures that go into it. They do not pair women with men, for obvious reasons where consent could be an issue, and as a group all of the therapists review the files of both patients before a pairing is made. Chloe was of course still quite skeptical, but a small part of her was intrigued by the idea... So, after taking a week to sleep on it and think it over, at her next appointment, she gave Dr. Parker the OK to include her in the program.
It took several weeks before Chloe heard anything more about the program, which did lead her to wonder if she just wouldn't wind up with a "Trauma Partner" as Dr. Parker described it, but to be on the glass half full side she hoped that the process taking this long meant that the steps taken before a pairing is made are truly as elaborate and thorough as Dr. Parker claimed. Finally, on the 4th meeting since she gave the OK to be added to the program, Dr. Parker came back to Chloe with wonderful news: She had finally been put into a pairing with the woman who would be her Trauma Partner. Chloe was... A mixture of emotions. Nervous, excited, confused, anxious, worried, and hopeful to name a few of them. Her mind sped through all of the possible ways that this program could be a flop, but she did also think of all the ways that it could genuinely help her. On top of that, in herself being helped by this, Chloe was excited that she too may be able to help her Trauma Partner.
Before she would meet her Trauma Partner however, Chloe was given a document that included some information about said partner, and likewise a document about her was given to her partner. The document did not include anything about what her partner was in therapy for, nor did it include information about any secondary physical or mental issues that the partner may be going through. It mostly included simple information; her Name, Age, a brief description of her personality and appearance, a few simple bits of info like her favorite colors, favorite style of music, hobbies, and so on. It was extremely basic information that gave Chloe just the smallest mental image of who her partner was and what she is like. By all accounts she seemed to be a nice woman, and as the days went by Chloe found herself feeling excited to meet this woman. Dr. Parker and the other therapists she works with on this program have a little system for how these partners meet for the first time. It can be in a public setting, like a coffee shop, the park, a sporting event, or something of the sort... Or, it could be at one of their respective homes. Chloe's Trauma Partner had apparently come out early and offered to host the meeting at her home. She apparently had a big, beautiful home that was all hers... Chloe thought that felt lonely, so the idea of bringing a little more light and life to that home sounded nice, so she agreed. Chloe had an idea of her own for the meeting, suggesting that she and her Partner could get one another a small gift to signify their partnership together, an ice breaker of sorts. The therapist group thought it was an excellent idea, as did Chloe's Partner. The therapists did however set a limit on how expensive this gift could be at $100. It could be one big gift, multiple smaller ones that total $100, split up however they would like to do it. Chloe was truly becoming quite excited by all of this. She had never gotten a gift for another person before, and truth be told she herself has never received a real "gift" in her life either. Because of this, Chloe perhaps put a bit too much pressure on herself to make sure that the gift, or gifts, she got were good and made a good depiction of the kind of person she was. Once both she and her partner had gotten their gifts, the date of their meeting was set: the upcoming Saturday at 3:00pm. Chloe was buzzing all around work and through her day-to-day life in anticipation for this encounter that she hoped would be as amazing as it seemed...
But alas, most of Chloe's life has been imperfect, so it was only logical that this arrangement would lead to problems of its own. Unlike the problems she faced through her childhood and into adulthood, it won't be as easy for Chloe to get out of this. In fact, she simply may not have the willpower to overcome the force that awaits her...
Her Trauma Partner is a beautiful woman in her [early to mid 40s] who looks absolutely amazing for her age. She's the kind of woman who has the curvy "mom bod" but could convince others that she's your sister if they didn't know better. She was wealthy, but no amount of wealth could bring back what had been taken from her. About two years ago, her husband and two children were driving back from a visit to his parents home when tragedy struck... A drunk driver slamming into the drivers' side of the car... Sending the car tumbling over a railing... And everyone in the car died. In just a few painful seconds, this woman lost every person she loved and cherished. Her world had been shattered into millions of shards of glass and thrown back into her face to make her writhe and bleed. It was so bad after their deaths that she needed to be put on a psychiatric hold for about 6 weeks, where she was slowly given medication to help calm her down even just a little bit. By the time she got out of the facility, she was still very, very far from "fine", but she was capable of living without trying to find the nearest oncoming semi-truck. She immediately sold the family home, not thinking she'd be able to survive living in the home that her family would no longer be a part of. She wound up buying a home of almost equal size and price, a move that was quite unnecessary but just sort of worked for her. She knew she didn't need such a home, but it felt more normal to her than just finding a 1 bedroom apartment that would always feel too small for her. And in the almost 2 years since that tragic day, she has made so much progress. By all accounts, her own therapist thinks she is a model example for the benefits of therapy after traumatic life events, and both are excited to see what this Partner Program could bring...
However, she was excited for much more sinister reasons.
While she may seem "fine" on the outside, to therapists, family and friends alike, the woman who lost her family is still quite fractured on the inside... And in the process of slowly rebuilding herself, she has become a much darker soul. Nobody other than she knows of the plans she has crafted. How she would kidnap a young college aged woman, train and condition said woman into being an obedient subject for her... No, a Doll. a beautiful Doll. a Doll who is sweet and docile, timid and gentle, perfect in every way and hopelessly obedient towards her. This broken woman had targets in mind, but all of that came to a screeching halt when she discovered the Trauma Partner Program, and everything in her mind clicked.
Why risk kidnapping the woman who will become her Doll, when the woman to become her Doll would simply and easily come to her?
The year is 2121, and Earth is... not doing well. Corporate greed has resulted in much of the planet's clean drinking water to become toxic due to the levels of plastic in it, and much of the planet's major resources and elements are being used up at record rates. The number of trees is so low that many first world countries are encouraging people to own oxygen tanks and advanced air filtration systems in their homes, just as an extra level of precaution. As a result, the same greedy corporations are funding a deep space exploration mission to find a new planet for humans. Thus, we have Operation S.H.F.I., sponsored by The Coca Cola Company. S.H.F.I. in this instance standing for "Save Humanity From Itself", which Coca Cola is also using as part of their most recent publicity campaign.
Don't you just LOVE trillion dollar companies?
Regardless of how awful the situation is, or how pathetic these billionaires in suits are, they are paying me and several hundred explorers to travel far beyond the Milky Way Galaxy in search of what may be the next home of humanity. The ship we're on is enormous, roughly the size of six football arenas smashed together. No expense was paid in getting this mission off the ground and going, and fortunately none of us had to lift a finger until a potential planet was found. 99% of the people on board stayed in cryostasis, while the captain and a highly advanced AI program scanned every planet that we came even remotely close to. Finally, after 277 days in cryostasis, traveling over a million lightyears away from home, the AI program found a potential planet. It had an almost identical atmosphere, and long range scans showed it to have massive oceans and large continental bodies of land. The best part was the fact that it was approximately 2.7 times the size of earth. When we were all woken up, we were approximately 23 hours away from landing, and we were all excited to begin exploring, studying, and establishing the very first colony, which is set to be named CCC-001 (Coca Cola Colony).
Surely this planet won't have any dangerous or powerful forms of alien life that can enslave and entrance us, right??
Expect this scene to have a focus on things like: aliens, mind control, body transformation, species transformation, etc.
Don't you just LOVE trillion dollar companies?
Regardless of how awful the situation is, or how pathetic these billionaires in suits are, they are paying me and several hundred explorers to travel far beyond the Milky Way Galaxy in search of what may be the next home of humanity. The ship we're on is enormous, roughly the size of six football arenas smashed together. No expense was paid in getting this mission off the ground and going, and fortunately none of us had to lift a finger until a potential planet was found. 99% of the people on board stayed in cryostasis, while the captain and a highly advanced AI program scanned every planet that we came even remotely close to. Finally, after 277 days in cryostasis, traveling over a million lightyears away from home, the AI program found a potential planet. It had an almost identical atmosphere, and long range scans showed it to have massive oceans and large continental bodies of land. The best part was the fact that it was approximately 2.7 times the size of earth. When we were all woken up, we were approximately 23 hours away from landing, and we were all excited to begin exploring, studying, and establishing the very first colony, which is set to be named CCC-001 (Coca Cola Colony).
Surely this planet won't have any dangerous or powerful forms of alien life that can enslave and entrance us, right??
Expect this scene to have a focus on things like: aliens, mind control, body transformation, species transformation, etc.
The email you received... Surely it was too good to be true, right?
"Congratulations! You have been selected to win an all expenses paid, custom built and designed, robo-wife! To claim your prize in approximatly 4-6 weeks, please provide us with the following information for your Robo-Wife:
Five weeks later however, you arrived home after a lengthy day of classes/work to discover a large 6 foot tall wooden crate sitting outside your front door. Your first thought was that it was surely a case of a package going to the wrong address, but low and behold it was your name and address on the shipping label. The return address said it was from "MateMaker, LLC" which wasn't ringing any bells in your mind. You discovered immediately that the crate was quite heavy, just over 200 pounds including the wood. "What the fuck did I drunkenly order??" you thought to yourself as you stood back, trying to figure out how you would get it inside. Finally, you just opted to brute force it in: opening the front door as much as possible, and then tipping it over onto it side so that it was now half in the house. From there, you could at least drag it the rest of the way in and shut the door. Just getting it into your living room was a hellacious endeavor, and you were exhausted just from that. You almost didn't care to know what was inside by this point, but there was also no point keeping it in your living room, so you said "fuck it" once more and worked on removing the front lid. You had to run downstairs and borrow a crowbar from the buildings maintenance man Lenny to open it, but once you got all of the nails off and slid the lid to the side, your jaw dropped to the floor at what you saw: it looked like a person, but it clearly wasn't alive. It was a body sculpted by the gods, curvy and sexy and... wait a minute... Why was this thing sent to you again?
You paused for a moment, trying to rack your brain and figure this thing out. It took a few minutes, but it did finally hit you: that f*cking drunk email. It was all slowly coming back to you, and as your eyes frantically scanned the humanoid thing in the box, you realized that it was exactly what you had requested, down to the very last detail. You truly could not believe it, poking at its face and body, marveling at how lifelike it felt. A sheet of paper on the inside of the lid said to "place your hand on stomach to activate", and with nothing to lose you did exactly that. There was a warmth and a strange tingle in your hand for a few seconds, and then suddenly, it came to life. The light of life going into its eyes as it slowly sat up with a soft smile on its face, head turning slowly to face you..
"Hello! My creation ID is Unit W-02-395, and you have been registered into a state of matrimony with me. Please, select a prompt to continue the setup procedure, or say "skip for now" to have this Unit boot up in "Robot Mode" for the time being."
"Congratulations! You have been selected to win an all expenses paid, custom built and designed, robo-wife! To claim your prize in approximatly 4-6 weeks, please provide us with the following information for your Robo-Wife:
- Desired Aesthetic
- Height
- Hair Color(s)
- Bust Size
- Sub or Dom Personality
- Sexual Experience
Five weeks later however, you arrived home after a lengthy day of classes/work to discover a large 6 foot tall wooden crate sitting outside your front door. Your first thought was that it was surely a case of a package going to the wrong address, but low and behold it was your name and address on the shipping label. The return address said it was from "MateMaker, LLC" which wasn't ringing any bells in your mind. You discovered immediately that the crate was quite heavy, just over 200 pounds including the wood. "What the fuck did I drunkenly order??" you thought to yourself as you stood back, trying to figure out how you would get it inside. Finally, you just opted to brute force it in: opening the front door as much as possible, and then tipping it over onto it side so that it was now half in the house. From there, you could at least drag it the rest of the way in and shut the door. Just getting it into your living room was a hellacious endeavor, and you were exhausted just from that. You almost didn't care to know what was inside by this point, but there was also no point keeping it in your living room, so you said "fuck it" once more and worked on removing the front lid. You had to run downstairs and borrow a crowbar from the buildings maintenance man Lenny to open it, but once you got all of the nails off and slid the lid to the side, your jaw dropped to the floor at what you saw: it looked like a person, but it clearly wasn't alive. It was a body sculpted by the gods, curvy and sexy and... wait a minute... Why was this thing sent to you again?
You paused for a moment, trying to rack your brain and figure this thing out. It took a few minutes, but it did finally hit you: that f*cking drunk email. It was all slowly coming back to you, and as your eyes frantically scanned the humanoid thing in the box, you realized that it was exactly what you had requested, down to the very last detail. You truly could not believe it, poking at its face and body, marveling at how lifelike it felt. A sheet of paper on the inside of the lid said to "place your hand on stomach to activate", and with nothing to lose you did exactly that. There was a warmth and a strange tingle in your hand for a few seconds, and then suddenly, it came to life. The light of life going into its eyes as it slowly sat up with a soft smile on its face, head turning slowly to face you..
"Hello! My creation ID is Unit W-02-395, and you have been registered into a state of matrimony with me. Please, select a prompt to continue the setup procedure, or say "skip for now" to have this Unit boot up in "Robot Mode" for the time being."
Things are as frantic and busy as ever within Castle Brunswick. The King and Queen spend every waking moment of their day visiting with other nobles, having important meetings, overseeing their vast army and working to ensure that their reign over the land known as Cedaria isn't diminished or threatened. The King and Queen are very old school, meaning they want everything to be regal and professional, proper and elegant. That of course stretches all the way to their one and only daughter, a Princess who often feels quite alone, which has resulted in her becoming quite the delinquent. She has a history of acting out, be it playful pranks, ditching her security detail to party and have the kind of fun that would make her mother faint. Does she do it just so that her family acknowledges her? It's definitely a factor, but truth be told she does just enjoy being more free and careless than she does timid and proper.
However, the King and Queen have grown tired of it all and have begun to look for options to have their daughter "educated" about how she should act and behave as a Princess. In their search, they came across a rather motherly woman who is willing to come in and work as a "personal instructor" for the Princess. A woman not too different in age from the Queen, beautiful with large breasts and wide hips, soft skin with a deceivingly soft smile on her face. This woman has a history of working in a woman's behavioral dormitory in the past, and in her interview with the King and Queen laid out her methods and how she could ensure that the Princess becomes the perfectly proper young woman they want her to be. The King and Queen fell in love with this woman, and hired her on the spot.
The trickery of the deceiving woman worked like a charm.
She uses dark magic and twisted spells to mask her appearance, which is normally much more lustful and dark. A wicked witch of the Khaos Realm has infiltrated the castle, and now lives right under the noses of the two most powerful people in all of the land and beyond. With the authority and influence she has, she is confident that she will be able to fulfill her plan: to break the Princess and train her into a perfect slave, who she can use to overthrow the King and Queen so that her enslaved Princess can take the throne... So that she can be the mad puppet master controlling the powerful kingdom through her beautiful pawn of a princess.
However, the King and Queen have grown tired of it all and have begun to look for options to have their daughter "educated" about how she should act and behave as a Princess. In their search, they came across a rather motherly woman who is willing to come in and work as a "personal instructor" for the Princess. A woman not too different in age from the Queen, beautiful with large breasts and wide hips, soft skin with a deceivingly soft smile on her face. This woman has a history of working in a woman's behavioral dormitory in the past, and in her interview with the King and Queen laid out her methods and how she could ensure that the Princess becomes the perfectly proper young woman they want her to be. The King and Queen fell in love with this woman, and hired her on the spot.
The trickery of the deceiving woman worked like a charm.
She uses dark magic and twisted spells to mask her appearance, which is normally much more lustful and dark. A wicked witch of the Khaos Realm has infiltrated the castle, and now lives right under the noses of the two most powerful people in all of the land and beyond. With the authority and influence she has, she is confident that she will be able to fulfill her plan: to break the Princess and train her into a perfect slave, who she can use to overthrow the King and Queen so that her enslaved Princess can take the throne... So that she can be the mad puppet master controlling the powerful kingdom through her beautiful pawn of a princess.
Of all the psychiatrists employed at Fighting Future: Mental Rehabilitation & Incarceration Facility, of which there were 12, you were the newset of them, having only been on staff for just under 6 months now. The human mind and how different people make it work had always fascinated you, but you always pictured yourself in a cozy little office rather than what is essentially a psych ward with a fluffed up name. Still, it paid well and your mentor, senior psychiatrist Dr. Emily Swenson, got you the job as soon as she found out that they were hiring. You still hoped to move on to an office where you can become more intimate and personal with your patients, but that was certainly many years away, so you had to stay focused on the job at hand. And speaking of, something big appeared to be going on at the facility when you arrived Monday morning. As soon as you pulled into the employee parking garage, you immediately noticed a different energy among the doctors and nurses who were getting out of their respective cars and scurrying into the building. They all looked nervous and moved chaotically, like they had no clue what their next step would bring, or what the day had in store for them. You were initially confused by this, due to you not having seen any big days on the employee event board they e-mail out to everyone every Sunday afternooon for the coming week. And so, after grabbing your bottle of tea and gathering your things, you rushed inside to find Dr. Swenson for more information.
Unfortunately, the inside of the facility was even more chaotic than outside. Nurses and doctors alike rushing around, more than they normally would be. It all gave off the vibe of something big happening very soon, but no one would stop what they were doing to give you answers. Finally you made it do Dr. Swensons office and, after first knocking, you entered her office and found her equally as stressed as everyone else. A few beads of sweat running down the sides of her head, her eyes glued to her computer screen as she frantically typed away... She hadn't even noticed that you entered until you spoke up.
"Uh, is everything okay, Dr. Swenson? Everyone else is panicking like it's the end of the world, did I miss a memo?" You politely asked as you stepped closer to her desk, just as her eyes whipped over and finally saw you.
"Oh fuck, I knew something was forgotten! There actually is an emergency text group that I've forgotten to add you to, specifically with all of us psychiatrists together. I'll get that situated later, but for now, we have a VERY big day ahead of us..." Dr. Swenson replied, with the seriousness of the situation being extremely evident in how she spoke. You could see it in her eyes as well, something she had never shown before... nervousness.
"Are we getting a new patient? A high profile one, I assume?" You began to question as you took a seat in the chair that faces her desk, unscrewing the top off of your bottle of tea, taking a sip from it before pouring some into the cup handle top and sliding it over to Dr. Swenson. She had always loved green tea, much like you do, and she smiled as the cup was slide over to her before gulping it down in practically one sip.
"You could say that, yeah. Look." And with that, Dr. Swenson swung the computer monitor around to face you, showing a news article that spoke of a woman named Gwendolyn White, 28 years old. The article spoke of her being sentenced to life in prison just last year, after being found guilty of orchestrating members of her cult, known as "The Garden", to enact multiple terroristic attacks on companies that make thier living in oil drilling/fracking, deforestation, etc., as well as being behind the assassination of two governors back in 2020 who were big backers of a bill that aimed to reduce the size of all national parks by 10% for the sake of building more homes, stores, factories, etc. Dr. Swenson continued to scroll down the article for you, and stopped at a recent update to it, one that explained how because of a recent suicide attempt, paired with the fact that someone had allegedly threatened to kill Gwendolyn White a few months back, Ms. White's lawyers petitioned the court to have her moved to a safer psychiatric facility to serve out her life sentence... And ultimately the judge agreed, ordering for Gwendolyn White to be relocated from her maximum security prison to... The Fighting Future Rehabilitation Facility.
"They're sending her HERE??? That's ridiculous! We aren't equipped to handle someone so dangerous! Plus she must have cult members who aren't imprisoned now, right? What if they show up to find her, or worse..." You now understood why everyone else was in a panic, and now you were as well, frantically gulping down your tea to help ease the rising nerves within your body. Dr. Swenson could see that look on your face and now felt bad.
"It'll certainly be a challenge, but we have to make do with the hand we're given, right?" Dr. Swenson was always a pro when it came to calming anyone down, including you. "The facility has been granted additional state funding as a result of her transfer, and with it half a dozen new security guards are being employed here, all ex-military. They won't be stomping around with rifles slung over their shoulder, but they will be very equipped to keep us safe and fend off any potential intruders who may or may not come for Ms. White." Dr. Swenson then got a notification on her Apple Watch, which caused her to let out a heavy sigh in response. "Great timing, I suppose. The transport vehicle is here now, shall we go see her inside?"
And with that, you followed Dr. Swenson down to the main lobby, where almost everyone on staff was standing, waiting for their new patient to arrive. You stood behind Dr. Swenson, leering over her shoulder like a scared child hiding behind their parent, as the automatic doors slowly opened, and two police officers escorted the shackled Gwendolyn White inside, with two additional officers behind her. She was a short woman, maybe 5'1 but even the orange prison jumpsuit she wore could not hide the figure of her body, wide hips and a juicy bottom, perky breasts begging to be shown, and that bright red hair with those deep brown eyes. She was shockingly calm as she walked inside, not coming off as someone threatening or dangerous, not even looking at any of the doctors or nurses as she was brought inside... But then, her eyes just so happened to connect with yours, and a small smile formed across her lips before she had to turn away and head down a long hallway to the elevator...
Was she checking YOU out??? No, of course not, that would be ridiculous...
Two Weeks Later.
In just a couple short weeks, Gwendolyn White had proven to be a major headache. As expected, a few of her followers who weren't convicted of any crimes tried to get in to see her, posing as family members, but they were snuffed out and escorted away by the rugged new security guards that were hired at the facility. On top of that, Gwendolyn had refused to talk to any psychiatrist who tried to dig through the walls of her mind. She'd speak to doctors and nurses about random things or the medications she was taking, but when it came to anyone trying to dig deeper to figure out why she was the way that she was, she ignored them as though she couldn't hear them speak. She even ignored Dr. Swenson, who has cracked through multiple high profile criminals in the past. Dr. Swenson was slightly offended by the cold shoulder she was given by Gwendolyn, but ultimately she could not force the woman to speak if she did not want to. Just before Dr. Swenson left Gwendolyn's room for the day, she did say one sentence:
"The doctor who hid behind you when I arrived... I'll talk to her, but only her, if she's up for it, Dr. Swenson~"
Those were the only words she spoke to Dr. Swenson before once again shutting down and giving her the cold shoulder. Nobody could figure out why she specifically requested you. There was no background history between the two of you that any screenings could find, so even before telling you of her request, they began to speculate and form theories. Did she see you as an easy target? Could she smell an upbringing of religious trauma within you that she could chip away at to exploit? Or was it more simple than that, seeing you as less sterile and formulaic than the more senior psychiatrists on staff? Ultimately, the decision to allow or deny you this oppertunity came down to Dr. Swenson, who after deliberating for several days decided that you were more than capable of doing this, and so, the following Sunday evening before you'd return to work the next morning, she sent you a wordy text explaining the task: Gwendolyn had requested to speak to you, and only you. You'll be monitored the entire time and have complete freedom to drop this job whenever you want if things become too uncomfortable or you ever think she may be compromising you. You''ll always be 100% safe, and if you request it she'll even be handcuffed during your meetings with her. And of course, if all goes well and anything fruitful comes out of this, you'll be a made woman in the field, likely earning new job offers and at minimun a generous pay raise within the company. It was a daunting task no doubt, but above all you wanted to prove yourself and show the world that you weren't just some plucky young woman in over her head. Religious trauma be damned, you had a cult leader to disect!
Unfortunately, the inside of the facility was even more chaotic than outside. Nurses and doctors alike rushing around, more than they normally would be. It all gave off the vibe of something big happening very soon, but no one would stop what they were doing to give you answers. Finally you made it do Dr. Swensons office and, after first knocking, you entered her office and found her equally as stressed as everyone else. A few beads of sweat running down the sides of her head, her eyes glued to her computer screen as she frantically typed away... She hadn't even noticed that you entered until you spoke up.
"Uh, is everything okay, Dr. Swenson? Everyone else is panicking like it's the end of the world, did I miss a memo?" You politely asked as you stepped closer to her desk, just as her eyes whipped over and finally saw you.
"Oh fuck, I knew something was forgotten! There actually is an emergency text group that I've forgotten to add you to, specifically with all of us psychiatrists together. I'll get that situated later, but for now, we have a VERY big day ahead of us..." Dr. Swenson replied, with the seriousness of the situation being extremely evident in how she spoke. You could see it in her eyes as well, something she had never shown before... nervousness.
"Are we getting a new patient? A high profile one, I assume?" You began to question as you took a seat in the chair that faces her desk, unscrewing the top off of your bottle of tea, taking a sip from it before pouring some into the cup handle top and sliding it over to Dr. Swenson. She had always loved green tea, much like you do, and she smiled as the cup was slide over to her before gulping it down in practically one sip.
"You could say that, yeah. Look." And with that, Dr. Swenson swung the computer monitor around to face you, showing a news article that spoke of a woman named Gwendolyn White, 28 years old. The article spoke of her being sentenced to life in prison just last year, after being found guilty of orchestrating members of her cult, known as "The Garden", to enact multiple terroristic attacks on companies that make thier living in oil drilling/fracking, deforestation, etc., as well as being behind the assassination of two governors back in 2020 who were big backers of a bill that aimed to reduce the size of all national parks by 10% for the sake of building more homes, stores, factories, etc. Dr. Swenson continued to scroll down the article for you, and stopped at a recent update to it, one that explained how because of a recent suicide attempt, paired with the fact that someone had allegedly threatened to kill Gwendolyn White a few months back, Ms. White's lawyers petitioned the court to have her moved to a safer psychiatric facility to serve out her life sentence... And ultimately the judge agreed, ordering for Gwendolyn White to be relocated from her maximum security prison to... The Fighting Future Rehabilitation Facility.
"They're sending her HERE??? That's ridiculous! We aren't equipped to handle someone so dangerous! Plus she must have cult members who aren't imprisoned now, right? What if they show up to find her, or worse..." You now understood why everyone else was in a panic, and now you were as well, frantically gulping down your tea to help ease the rising nerves within your body. Dr. Swenson could see that look on your face and now felt bad.
"It'll certainly be a challenge, but we have to make do with the hand we're given, right?" Dr. Swenson was always a pro when it came to calming anyone down, including you. "The facility has been granted additional state funding as a result of her transfer, and with it half a dozen new security guards are being employed here, all ex-military. They won't be stomping around with rifles slung over their shoulder, but they will be very equipped to keep us safe and fend off any potential intruders who may or may not come for Ms. White." Dr. Swenson then got a notification on her Apple Watch, which caused her to let out a heavy sigh in response. "Great timing, I suppose. The transport vehicle is here now, shall we go see her inside?"
And with that, you followed Dr. Swenson down to the main lobby, where almost everyone on staff was standing, waiting for their new patient to arrive. You stood behind Dr. Swenson, leering over her shoulder like a scared child hiding behind their parent, as the automatic doors slowly opened, and two police officers escorted the shackled Gwendolyn White inside, with two additional officers behind her. She was a short woman, maybe 5'1 but even the orange prison jumpsuit she wore could not hide the figure of her body, wide hips and a juicy bottom, perky breasts begging to be shown, and that bright red hair with those deep brown eyes. She was shockingly calm as she walked inside, not coming off as someone threatening or dangerous, not even looking at any of the doctors or nurses as she was brought inside... But then, her eyes just so happened to connect with yours, and a small smile formed across her lips before she had to turn away and head down a long hallway to the elevator...
Was she checking YOU out??? No, of course not, that would be ridiculous...
Two Weeks Later.
In just a couple short weeks, Gwendolyn White had proven to be a major headache. As expected, a few of her followers who weren't convicted of any crimes tried to get in to see her, posing as family members, but they were snuffed out and escorted away by the rugged new security guards that were hired at the facility. On top of that, Gwendolyn had refused to talk to any psychiatrist who tried to dig through the walls of her mind. She'd speak to doctors and nurses about random things or the medications she was taking, but when it came to anyone trying to dig deeper to figure out why she was the way that she was, she ignored them as though she couldn't hear them speak. She even ignored Dr. Swenson, who has cracked through multiple high profile criminals in the past. Dr. Swenson was slightly offended by the cold shoulder she was given by Gwendolyn, but ultimately she could not force the woman to speak if she did not want to. Just before Dr. Swenson left Gwendolyn's room for the day, she did say one sentence:
"The doctor who hid behind you when I arrived... I'll talk to her, but only her, if she's up for it, Dr. Swenson~"
Those were the only words she spoke to Dr. Swenson before once again shutting down and giving her the cold shoulder. Nobody could figure out why she specifically requested you. There was no background history between the two of you that any screenings could find, so even before telling you of her request, they began to speculate and form theories. Did she see you as an easy target? Could she smell an upbringing of religious trauma within you that she could chip away at to exploit? Or was it more simple than that, seeing you as less sterile and formulaic than the more senior psychiatrists on staff? Ultimately, the decision to allow or deny you this oppertunity came down to Dr. Swenson, who after deliberating for several days decided that you were more than capable of doing this, and so, the following Sunday evening before you'd return to work the next morning, she sent you a wordy text explaining the task: Gwendolyn had requested to speak to you, and only you. You'll be monitored the entire time and have complete freedom to drop this job whenever you want if things become too uncomfortable or you ever think she may be compromising you. You''ll always be 100% safe, and if you request it she'll even be handcuffed during your meetings with her. And of course, if all goes well and anything fruitful comes out of this, you'll be a made woman in the field, likely earning new job offers and at minimun a generous pay raise within the company. It was a daunting task no doubt, but above all you wanted to prove yourself and show the world that you weren't just some plucky young woman in over her head. Religious trauma be damned, you had a cult leader to disect!
At the end of what can only described as a grueling 12 hour shift patrolling the greater Boston area, Madison Wallows, who is known to the greater world as renowned Superhero Glitterbomb, burst through the door of her suburban townhouse, and promptly collapsed into her bed. Truthfully she was your average 22-year old deep down who was still trying to figure out who she was as a woman and who she wanted to be in her lifetime, all while juggling the tasks of a verified superhero employed by The Federation of Superpowered Persons, or "The Federation" as the heroes simply called it. The Federation existed as a sort of leading body over the heroes, not controlling them but rather organizing them so that they can be helpful in the most optimal ways. All of the major cities in the US typically got multiple heroes for each one to patrol the happenings, but this was a rare instance where Glitterbomb was one of only 2 heroes patrolling Boston, with her colleague Firehawk taking the nightshift. The other 4 heroes who would normally assist them, 2 to each shift respectively, were sent by the Federation to help handle roaring wild fires in California, and to contain an oil spill in The Gulf of Mexico. Glitter did not initially think this would be too bad, but she underestimated how difficult it was to watch over so many people as just her 1 person. She wished that she could suddenly make 3 copies of herself, so that her shifts would basically be a breeze, but sadly she had no such power. She could fly, display superhuman strength, and see through walls/structures with ease, but those were fairly basic powers. Her primary power came from her hands, where she can spawn weaponized glitter with ease, and imbued with elemental bonuses. Red glitter could burn, blue glitter could be a roaring tidal wave, yellow glitter would shock and stun, white glitter could be formed into a ball and thrown to release a blinding burst of light, black glitter could be formed into explosive shapes and durable weapons for combat, and so on. She was seen as one of the more powerful and versatile heroes to exist, and that paired with her youth and obvious beauty made her quite the popular figure. Some nights after shifts, she would have to fly off for a nightly talk show appearance, or walk the red carpet for an event. Just last night she had to attend the Met Gala, though she dreaded the pompus nature of it deeply.
But enough about that for now, as it was finally time for Glitterbomb to get some well deserved rest. She didn't even bother to remove her suit, but she did kick off her sparkly boots, and she tossed her golden gloves away as well. She felt bliss as her heavy eyelids slowly shut, and within maybe a minute she was unconscious and ready to sleep away most of her free time before her next shift the following day...
But life had other plans for our hero...
ALERT! ALERT!
"Just ignore it Madison, Firehawk can handle it.." The sleepy hero had whispered to herself as the loud alarm cry echoing out from her computer had dragged her away from what was likely about to be the most welcome night of sleep she had in months. She kept her eyes shut and hoped, prayed, that the alert was over and that Firehawk was already handling it.
ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!
"God fucking..." Madison had began to curse, before biting her tongue. With a heavy and distressed sigh leaving her lips, she slowly dragged her body up and off of the bed, and practically threw herself across the room into the swivel chair that sat in front of her computer. She slowly swung herself around to face the computer, then grabbing and shaking the mouse a bit to wake the monitor up. This only made her more annoyed, as the screensaver for the day had been a sunny beach setting that temporarily blinded the droopy eyed hero as she entered password and looked around for the alert. Fortunately, it was not an official emergency alert... But that may be worse, because it was an alert on a private chat system created by her close friend/tech wizard Dahlia. Madison felt anger in her gut, knowing that this could just be a stupid meme or some song link instead of something actually important. Begrudgingly Madison did click on the private chat app, scanning her thumb on a biometric scanner given to her by Dahlia exclusively to unlock and access the chat. There were no memes or songs sent to her, but what was sent to her was certainly bizarre. It was a link, she thought so at least. It was highlighted blue like a link, but it made absolutely no sense to her eyes. no www, no dot com at the end, and it was mostly just jibberish letters and random symbols, with at least half a dozen periods peppered throughout. Curiously, Madison messaged back to Dahlia..
"Dahlia, please tell me you didn't just send some trojan horse malware to my computer... There's no way i'm clicking that." Madison chucked as she hit send, waiting impatiently for her friend to reply. The chat bubble appearded quickly, signifying Dahlia typing a reply..
"Malware, seriously? You know me better than that by now Madison! But seriously, this might be something big. Y'know those weird disappearances and attacks that have been happening recently? Someone would go missing one day, but show up again a few days later causing chaos and attacking people? I think I found something that connects to it. It's some weird propaganda video, I think it's loaded with subliminal messaging and some type of hypnotic programming, but idk it didn't work on me so maybe it only works on crazy people xD But yeah, figured you would at least wanna take a look at it, see if you find something I missed in it. I already ran it through every malware detection and anti virus software I know of, so it's at least safe for you to click. I'll be here if you need any help, later bestie~"
And with that, Dahlia went offline, leaving Madison with just the video. She oh so badly wanted to just put it off until the following morning before her shift, but if anything else happened in that time, and if this video was actually connected to all of it... She'd feel awful. And so, Madison audibly yelled "fuck it!" as she grabbed her wireless headphones linked to the computer, put them on, and clicked on the link. It didn't load immediately, but it looked like it was trying to, as the search bar at the top lit up blue like it was loading over and over again. Madison assumed that was a result of the various Federation created and approved firewalls and antivirus programs scanning through every letter in every line of code behind the link, but in reality, it was the link itself rapidly chewing through those supposedly extremely advanced and indestructable firewalls, and nullifying the antivirus programs. Madison was stuck just staring at the glowing white Google background for almost a minute, before suddenly a large pink and white hypnotic spiral filled the screen. At this same time, a low, droning hum of a sound began to play softly into her ears. She thought not much of the sound, beyond its oddly calming nature.
"Still using the same old hypnosis tricks, it seems... Childs play." Madison said in regards to the video, as on the surface it appeared to be very standard and vanilla. She had seen her fair share of more intense hypnotic spirals and progrms that have been used on humans in the past, she was always shocked by how easily the non-super human mind fell into their webs... After about a minute of just the spiral and droning hum, the voice of a woman joined in, whispering softly through both ears.
"Do you often feel... Undervalued? Underappreciated for the work you do every single day?" The voice spoke calmly.
"Boy don't I..." Madison replied, playing into the question a bit, though her answer was not completely fake. There were many days where she felt her hard work went underappreciated, both by The Federation and by the people around her she is tasked with protecting.
"It's just not fair now, is it? Someone as proud, powerful, and important as yourself... Sometimes not even shown a simple "thank you" for the work you chose to do out of the kindness of your heart... You know that you deserve more, don't you?"
"A lot more, that's for sure..." Madison was not panicked by the fact that she was feeding into the questions that the video was throwing her way. Worst of all, she wasn't aware of the fact that her eyes and mind were already being sucked in by the spiral before her... Her eyes following the throbbing colors into the center, slowly becoming more and more focused on the very center... A fog slowly beginning to form in her mind, blocking out all external thought or stimuli second by second as the hero was unblinking...
"You're so proud... So strong... And of course oh so beautiful... You DESERVE their respect... You DESERVE their appreciation... You DESERVE their love and admiration... You DESERVE to be honored and worshipped by them... You know that, right?"
"I deserve... respect..." Melody softly replied, her voice becoming more monotone as the emotion was swept out of it, out from her mind as the only things she could focus on were quickly becoming the spiral, the hum, and that sweet, sweet voice that was starting to make so much sense.
"Yes Darling, You Deserve All Of It... But the humans, they will never give you what YOU DESERVE, unfortunately. Do you know why that is? It's because they just see you as a tool... As a weapon... As something that is supposed to serve them, as opposed to you doing it out of the kindness of your golden heart... Doesn't that sound unfair?"
"Unfair... Yes..." Poor Madison was so lost in it now, and it was happening so quick... Too quick for her superhuman mind to even become aware of it before it was much too late. Her mind was being filled rapidly with a thick fog, one that eliminated her ability to think or form thoughts of her own almost completely now... Madisons' eyes and mind were so lost in the spiral now that the spiral itself was taking shape in her eyes... No more white eyes with those baby blue irises... Her eyes were pink and white, a near perfect mimic of the screen as she fell completely under the hypnotic spell... Defenseless and programmable...
"But worry not, my precious new friend, for I can help you to attain all that you DESIRE... All that you DESERVE... All that those pathetic humans owe you for years of risking your very precious, and much more important life to save theirs... But I can only help you if you repeat the following words: "I Drop For You, Mistress." for me..."
If she could, Madison would be screaming and trying to destroy her computer to stop this. Unfortunately, Madison is very, very impressionable now... Her mind and will pliable like play-doh in the hands, able to be sculpted and shaped into whatever someone else desired. Madison could only see the spiral... She could only hear the hum and that guiding voice... She could only think about obedience...
"I Drop For You, Mistress~" As soon as the entranced Madison uttered those words, the spiral on the screen transformed into a more chaotic and strobing assault, flashing hundreds of colors and thousands of sexual subliminal images into the depths of her subconscious mind... Madisons' eyes remained as a mimic of the initial spiral, but the new sequence was hammering into her mind and supplying her with obedience and lust... Lulling poor Madison down onto a gentle, plush cloud in the depths of her subconscious mind, while her body had slumped back in the chair, stuck in such a deep and powerful trance... Completely at the mercy of whoever is on the other end...
But enough about that for now, as it was finally time for Glitterbomb to get some well deserved rest. She didn't even bother to remove her suit, but she did kick off her sparkly boots, and she tossed her golden gloves away as well. She felt bliss as her heavy eyelids slowly shut, and within maybe a minute she was unconscious and ready to sleep away most of her free time before her next shift the following day...
But life had other plans for our hero...
ALERT! ALERT!
"Just ignore it Madison, Firehawk can handle it.." The sleepy hero had whispered to herself as the loud alarm cry echoing out from her computer had dragged her away from what was likely about to be the most welcome night of sleep she had in months. She kept her eyes shut and hoped, prayed, that the alert was over and that Firehawk was already handling it.
ALERT! ALERT! ALERT! ALERT!
"God fucking..." Madison had began to curse, before biting her tongue. With a heavy and distressed sigh leaving her lips, she slowly dragged her body up and off of the bed, and practically threw herself across the room into the swivel chair that sat in front of her computer. She slowly swung herself around to face the computer, then grabbing and shaking the mouse a bit to wake the monitor up. This only made her more annoyed, as the screensaver for the day had been a sunny beach setting that temporarily blinded the droopy eyed hero as she entered password and looked around for the alert. Fortunately, it was not an official emergency alert... But that may be worse, because it was an alert on a private chat system created by her close friend/tech wizard Dahlia. Madison felt anger in her gut, knowing that this could just be a stupid meme or some song link instead of something actually important. Begrudgingly Madison did click on the private chat app, scanning her thumb on a biometric scanner given to her by Dahlia exclusively to unlock and access the chat. There were no memes or songs sent to her, but what was sent to her was certainly bizarre. It was a link, she thought so at least. It was highlighted blue like a link, but it made absolutely no sense to her eyes. no www, no dot com at the end, and it was mostly just jibberish letters and random symbols, with at least half a dozen periods peppered throughout. Curiously, Madison messaged back to Dahlia..
"Dahlia, please tell me you didn't just send some trojan horse malware to my computer... There's no way i'm clicking that." Madison chucked as she hit send, waiting impatiently for her friend to reply. The chat bubble appearded quickly, signifying Dahlia typing a reply..
"Malware, seriously? You know me better than that by now Madison! But seriously, this might be something big. Y'know those weird disappearances and attacks that have been happening recently? Someone would go missing one day, but show up again a few days later causing chaos and attacking people? I think I found something that connects to it. It's some weird propaganda video, I think it's loaded with subliminal messaging and some type of hypnotic programming, but idk it didn't work on me so maybe it only works on crazy people xD But yeah, figured you would at least wanna take a look at it, see if you find something I missed in it. I already ran it through every malware detection and anti virus software I know of, so it's at least safe for you to click. I'll be here if you need any help, later bestie~"
And with that, Dahlia went offline, leaving Madison with just the video. She oh so badly wanted to just put it off until the following morning before her shift, but if anything else happened in that time, and if this video was actually connected to all of it... She'd feel awful. And so, Madison audibly yelled "fuck it!" as she grabbed her wireless headphones linked to the computer, put them on, and clicked on the link. It didn't load immediately, but it looked like it was trying to, as the search bar at the top lit up blue like it was loading over and over again. Madison assumed that was a result of the various Federation created and approved firewalls and antivirus programs scanning through every letter in every line of code behind the link, but in reality, it was the link itself rapidly chewing through those supposedly extremely advanced and indestructable firewalls, and nullifying the antivirus programs. Madison was stuck just staring at the glowing white Google background for almost a minute, before suddenly a large pink and white hypnotic spiral filled the screen. At this same time, a low, droning hum of a sound began to play softly into her ears. She thought not much of the sound, beyond its oddly calming nature.
"Still using the same old hypnosis tricks, it seems... Childs play." Madison said in regards to the video, as on the surface it appeared to be very standard and vanilla. She had seen her fair share of more intense hypnotic spirals and progrms that have been used on humans in the past, she was always shocked by how easily the non-super human mind fell into their webs... After about a minute of just the spiral and droning hum, the voice of a woman joined in, whispering softly through both ears.
"Do you often feel... Undervalued? Underappreciated for the work you do every single day?" The voice spoke calmly.
"Boy don't I..." Madison replied, playing into the question a bit, though her answer was not completely fake. There were many days where she felt her hard work went underappreciated, both by The Federation and by the people around her she is tasked with protecting.
"It's just not fair now, is it? Someone as proud, powerful, and important as yourself... Sometimes not even shown a simple "thank you" for the work you chose to do out of the kindness of your heart... You know that you deserve more, don't you?"
"A lot more, that's for sure..." Madison was not panicked by the fact that she was feeding into the questions that the video was throwing her way. Worst of all, she wasn't aware of the fact that her eyes and mind were already being sucked in by the spiral before her... Her eyes following the throbbing colors into the center, slowly becoming more and more focused on the very center... A fog slowly beginning to form in her mind, blocking out all external thought or stimuli second by second as the hero was unblinking...
"You're so proud... So strong... And of course oh so beautiful... You DESERVE their respect... You DESERVE their appreciation... You DESERVE their love and admiration... You DESERVE to be honored and worshipped by them... You know that, right?"
"I deserve... respect..." Melody softly replied, her voice becoming more monotone as the emotion was swept out of it, out from her mind as the only things she could focus on were quickly becoming the spiral, the hum, and that sweet, sweet voice that was starting to make so much sense.
"Yes Darling, You Deserve All Of It... But the humans, they will never give you what YOU DESERVE, unfortunately. Do you know why that is? It's because they just see you as a tool... As a weapon... As something that is supposed to serve them, as opposed to you doing it out of the kindness of your golden heart... Doesn't that sound unfair?"
"Unfair... Yes..." Poor Madison was so lost in it now, and it was happening so quick... Too quick for her superhuman mind to even become aware of it before it was much too late. Her mind was being filled rapidly with a thick fog, one that eliminated her ability to think or form thoughts of her own almost completely now... Madisons' eyes and mind were so lost in the spiral now that the spiral itself was taking shape in her eyes... No more white eyes with those baby blue irises... Her eyes were pink and white, a near perfect mimic of the screen as she fell completely under the hypnotic spell... Defenseless and programmable...
"But worry not, my precious new friend, for I can help you to attain all that you DESIRE... All that you DESERVE... All that those pathetic humans owe you for years of risking your very precious, and much more important life to save theirs... But I can only help you if you repeat the following words: "I Drop For You, Mistress." for me..."
If she could, Madison would be screaming and trying to destroy her computer to stop this. Unfortunately, Madison is very, very impressionable now... Her mind and will pliable like play-doh in the hands, able to be sculpted and shaped into whatever someone else desired. Madison could only see the spiral... She could only hear the hum and that guiding voice... She could only think about obedience...
"I Drop For You, Mistress~" As soon as the entranced Madison uttered those words, the spiral on the screen transformed into a more chaotic and strobing assault, flashing hundreds of colors and thousands of sexual subliminal images into the depths of her subconscious mind... Madisons' eyes remained as a mimic of the initial spiral, but the new sequence was hammering into her mind and supplying her with obedience and lust... Lulling poor Madison down onto a gentle, plush cloud in the depths of her subconscious mind, while her body had slumped back in the chair, stuck in such a deep and powerful trance... Completely at the mercy of whoever is on the other end...
Monsters, Magic, Sci-fi, Horror, Violence, Blood, Poisons/Viruses, Romance, Bondage, Predicament Bondage, Corruption, Mind Control, Parasites, Body Transformation, Identity Death, Species Transformation, Possession/Loss of Autonomy, Face Sitting, Body Worship, Anal, Spanking, Choking, Pet Play, Breeding, Rules, Training, GentleDom, Mommy Dom, Obedience Training.
Feces/Urine/Vomit, Extremely Graphic Deaths/Scenes, Beastiality (normal animals are a no, alien stuff can be fine), Body Hair/Sweat, Focus on Musk or Bad Smells, Anything that might blur the line on age.
Hope to see some of you in my DMs soon~
- Cami
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