New hyperfixation unlocked! I've always been a fan of HFY type stories, and while HDG is a different note, I am succumbing to the transfem literary catnip. Roleplaying in the HDG universe as the first human xeno-sociologist during the fall of the Accord Born 1996
Getting into doing a bit of roleplay and fanfiction with the Human Domestication Guide universe as originally written by GlitchyRobo on (iirc) the ReadOnlyMind site. ROM has since banned further additions to the series on their site for understandable reasons given one specific aspect of the setting. In the majority of the stories, the aliens of the Affini heavily glorify the use of various drugs being used on humans for a wide variety of effects. In the setting, these drugs have no physical or chemical side effects or withdrawal effects on humans and only can become psychologically dependent on their use from repeated exposure. Culturally, Affini believe that said addiction is completely acceptable and often beneficial for humans.
That is a fantasy. Drug use and dependency is real life is never good and should never be encouraged. Personally, I even have a fear (an irrational one) of becoming dependent on pain meds as simple acetaminophen and ibuprofen. I will never encourage drug abuse in any way and am heavily critical of the common depictions of the Affini's casual use of their xenodrugs on humans. From a literary standpoint, they can be a convenient deus ex machina to remove an obstacle, but I personally would consider it a fairly lazy cop-out as a writer and will strive to use them sparingly if at all.
With that out of the way, as a forward, the majority of my direct posts will be dedicated to world building from the perspective of the central character, aspiring xeno-sociologist. Many posts will include dates that will be jumping back and forth, this will be by design and as ideas come to me. I am intending to begin writing a piece on Ao3 about this and adjacent characters, but am wanting to do some more thorough world building.
My initial inspiration for getting into this is One Analyst's Opinion by stuck_in_pi on Ao3. I won't be using or even referencing any specific characters from that work (unless I am approached by stuck_in_pi on here), but I am intending to keep things canonical in respect to it as far as larger scale events.
Now that all of the introductive bits are done, enjoy the show!
a few months ago my friend called me and told me she was moving back up near me from 7 hours south in the middle of nowhere and asked if i would help her because she couldn’t move the furniture by herself and the town was so small there was no moving company (there were actually only 5 or six businesses in the whole town including both restaurants) and she had no one else down there to ask.
And even though money is pretty tight for her, she told me I could name my price if I would help her, because it was so far away.
I told her she was a dummy for thinking i would take her money but that i would accept the traditional helping-a-friend-move price: a meal (i know she would feel wrong about herself if she didn’t do something for me in return, that’s just how she is) Tradition suggests pizza and beer, we opted for enchiladas and a margarita.
we crashed on the floor of the empty place and left back north in the morning - when we got back to the city three more friends met us at her storage place (the place she was moving into wouldn’t be vacant for a couple months) and we started to move all her stuff up to a storage room on the THIRD FLOOR (because large city storage places be like that)
we had just taken the first box out of the truck when the (only) lady working there walked by and told us they closed in an hour and twenty minutes, and she couldn’t stay even a little late because she had to get to her other job.
One hour twenty minutes. To completely un-jenga a large uhaul and re-tetris it back into a similar sized room on the third floor.
We all just, shared a look, took off hoodies, and got the fuck down to business.
It was actually.. I still cherish look we passed around. The tiny eyebrow quirks and chin nods. The eye glints. The bigger breath we each took as we prepared to kick it up several gears. That moment of wordless connection, when we all just silently agreed that we were damn well going to do the impossible and didn’t even waste the time it would take to say anything, just got to it.
And we did it too. Finished with exactly two full minutes to spare. And then we all went for dinner and drinks to celebrate. And my friend’s friends that came to help? Two of them were acquaintances/friends of mine already. Like I lived with one for a year a decade ago sort of thing. But this experience? Brought us all closer. Made myself a new friend too.
And the friend i helped move? She and I are closer than ever because of it.
When i left our storage success diner to go home, she asked me again if I was sure i wouldn’t take any money.
I said “I ever tell you when I was 22 I went down to Hollywood to try that scene out? Anyway ten months later, when I just couldn’t do it anymore, and needed to come back, I called one of my best friends and said i can’t do this anymore i need to come back.
You know what he said? He said: I’ll be there tomorrow. Not how much will you pay me, not what do i get out of it, not will you be able to cover my gas, just: I’ll be there tomorrow. Okay? You’re my friend. If you need help, I’m going to be there”
If helping someone move ruins your friendship, you’re doing at least one of those two things very wrong.
hey. shut up. i'm going to take care of you from now on. let me wash your hair for you. condition it. you have to leave it in for a while before you rinse. i'm going to take care of that. i'm going to brush your teeth for you. you don't have to worry about it anymore. i want to cook for you. you don't have to do anything. i know how hard it's been. you get to let it all go now. it's hard to pretend to be a person. i get it. i'll do all that for you. you don't have to-- stop, stop struggling. it's okay that it was too much for you. you don't have to try anymore. i can do it for you. i know you feel like you're supposed to feel bad about this but you don't have to. i'm making you, right? i'm forcing you to let me take care of you. you don't have to feel guilty. i'm forcing you. the personhood that never fit, that was too hard, i'm taking it away. you can just let it go. I'm going to take care of you. i'm going to take care of all of it. quiet. you'll get used to it. i promise.
yeah the hero lead our whole party into a forcefem dungeon so thats why we're all girls now. to be honest its fine. we're all happier this way, but it has messed with out synergy. our knight turned into a shortstack and now her old armor doesnt fit, but she refuses to buy a new and just uses her shield to defend herself. it works but her tunic leaves nothing to the imagination and its really fucking distracting
our cleric is dealing with the fact that it was only so easy to keep up her vow of chastity because she hated the idea of having sex as a man. we keep telling her that her magic has nothing to do with not having sex but i guess its a lot of shame to unlearn. unfortunately she is REALLY horny and keeps getting lost in fantasy and thinking out loud while healing us.
the hero is the worst of it. shes mostly normal until we're fighting any women, and then shes so eager to give up. she starts acting like we have no chance and we need to give up and surrender. then she starts taking off her armor and clothes. she often does this after taking out any men we're fighting on her own so no one really buys, but they're so confused im able to blast any one left with magic, but i dont whats gonna happen if she does this with a woman i cant take out.
As an agent of the Dungeon Regulation Comission, I simply must know where this forcefem dungeon is to investigate it personally. Purely to document the traps and give it an official Challenge Rating. Only for that
when i was getting spitroasted yesterday our friend said to my wife "wow we're really just using her as a toy huh" and then they started making out over my limp body and it was soooonfdhsjnebdnnbrhsjdjdbd 😵💫😵💫😵💫 I LOVE BEING USED BY GIRLS WITH COCKS
dom hypnotizing their sub by having their sub watch them masturbate. the sub on their knees, at the doms feet, head resting on their thigh. the dom stroking their cock or rubbing their clit and using that motion to coax the sub into a deep trance. the sub not allowed to touch their dom or themselves, just forced to lie there, enchanted by their doms cock or cunt, completely mindless and obedient while they drool all over their doms thigh
just be yourself!! there are plenty of affini out there who'd be happy to have an adorable little thing like you as their floret!!! if you're having trouble finding the right one I'm sure any affini you ask would be happy to help you look!!
“There aren’t enough hours in a day.” There are actually. The problem is that we think 40 hour work weeks are an unavoidable fact of life.
The problem is that everyone has to work 8 hours, pretty much no exceptions, and with getting ready time + (unpaid) lunch + commute, “8 hours” is actually anywhere between 9 and 12, every single day, with more work to do when you get home because our society and culture was built around having one member of the household home full time and nothing has changed now that almost everyone works.
No wonder Americans are reliant on DoorDash and fast food, there’s no time or energy to cook. No one wonder mental and physical health are in shambles, many just spent all day sitting in fluorescent lights with little to no stimulation. “Just wake up earlier” “Just meal prep”… these are ok short-term, individual solutions, but the broader, systemic issue is obvious. We aren’t built for this. There’s no work-life balance. Genuinely, I think if our culture could normalize a shorter work week, many individuals’ biggest problems would simply evaporate.
Thanks to ultrasounds, the genders can be assigned before birth. The people are so excited to conform they throw “Gender reveal parties” to make sure their offspring exist in a strict binary since before they can even form thoughts.
Floret grooming channel run by an affini who specializes in caring for girls who never learned how to take care of their own hygiene. Is this anything,
she’s smaller than you expected. well, you’re not sure what you expected. you haven’t seen a lot of dragons, especially close-up like this. she’s maybe the size of a bird dog, if that. she’s perched on the bar stool, one leg tucked under her haunches, leaning forward on the bar with a drink in one hand and a nylon leash wrapped twice around the other
attached to the other end of the leash, is something you’re pretty sure either is human or was at one time. it kneels quietly and obediently below the bar, eagerly fellating two of the talons on the dragon’s dangling hindleg. it’s blindfolded and bound in a way that looks like it probably moves on all fours, à la bitchsuit
the dragon doesn’t wait for you to answer her question. you know, humans kept dragons as pets, companions, and working animals for thousands of years. it’s really only fair that we return the favor sometimes. her pet moans a little bit. it’s perverse. you remind yourself of the kink tomato. this is a bdsm club. she has just as much right to be here as you. you’re wildly uncomfortable about this. you’re also wildly aroused
it is rather annoying, she continues, that you can’t just do this to humans without “reinforcing stereotypes about dragons.” she looks at you. her eyes are golden and slitted. her tongue curls hungrily over her lips. she’s looking at you with an expression you have never once seen on a human face and you suddenly remember dragons are mostly carnivorous. especially since most humans are so eager to serve… really, you should have been the pets this entire time~
you can’t stop yourself from looking down at her pet. the dragon follows your gaze and makes a throaty barking noise that sounds almost like a laugh. oh, she serves… she cooks, she cleans, and she uses her pretty little mouth on me whenever i order her to… the dragon flexes her leg, and her pet whimpers as the claws dig into her tongue, drawing a pair of rivulets of blood. she knows her place. and she likes it, don’t you, pet?
her pet looks up at you and nods eagerly, a bright smile on her face, then goes back to cleaning the dragon’s talons with her tongue. the dragon smiles down at her.
the dragon buys you a drink. you buy her a drink too. you go back to the hotel room with them and you leave the hotel room with a pretty leather collar in your pocket
Once upon a time this monthly meeting of friends was something you looked forward to. Once upon a time it gave you a consistent, planned social outing that you could write off as your excuse to not go to any other social events for the rest of the month. Once upon a time your conversations involved more than just talking about them.
You were relatively impartial to the Affini. Sure some of your thoughts may be considered “feral” by some, but that was a word they just threw around and it had lost its meaning. There was nothing wrong with seeing yourself as being a higher level as an independent. You were still in charge of your own life after all, more so than the florets that ran rampant, which your friends had also become.
The meeting spots had changed a few times, but the last few times the event had been hosted at Liv’s hab where her and her owner lived. According to Liv, her “Mistress” was “out running errands” so we would have the space to ourselves. The last time you attended, you had the horrible luck of being questioned and scrutinized by her about every little detail of your life that you were trying to keep private and to yourself. She just refused to take a simple one word response or “no” for an answer. Instead you were put on trial until you managed to come up with an excuse to slip out of the event altogether.
Your conversations had devolved from endless philosophical discussions that would keep you rolling over in your bed pondering for hours, to recounts of pointless outings with your over zealous plant rulers. Meaningless endeavors that made you wonder how anyone could be so care free about life. On top of hearing way too many times about all the weird ways their vines could be placed into the various orifices in your body.
You were idly stirring your drink that you hadn’t yet touched with your straw, trying to think of the best way to break it to them that this was the last time you planned on showing up to see them anymore. You couldn’t handle it anymore. Every time you saw them you left irritated, wishing that the Affini had never arrived and took away the one good thing you had going for you socially.
As if to make the contrast even more stark, everyone else was wearing outfits indicative of the colors of their owners while you were wearing pure, professional black.
“And then, Mistress had me on Class W for the entire day! I could only speak in barks and whine while she purposely kept playing with my body in public! I can’t believe the things that I just find normal now that the Affini are here! Life is so much hotter and interesting now!”
Liv was yapping her mouth off to Lilith about her day. She had always been shy prior to the arrival of the Affini, but after transitioning and finding an Affini owner, she became the most outgoing of us all. Lilith had an amused look on her face, eagerly listening and enjoying our friend’s perverted stories.
You were feeling more and more isolated from this conversation and had it in your mind to just leave then and there. “I’ll just send them a text to let them know I won’t be coming back anymore” was what you thought.
As you began to get out of your chair, your attempt to remain unnoticed failed spectacularly.
Lilith’s attention, observant as a hawk, turned directly towards you. Her words wrapped up around you like a rope as if to tie you back down to the chair and prevent you from leaving. “And what about you? You’ve been awfully quiet. Found anyone new to fancy recently? Or maybe someone who fancies you?” Her tone was teasing, with a stern undertone that made it clear to you that you weren’t going to be able to dodge her questions easily.
With all of the luck in the stars, Lilith’s narrowing of attention onto you made Liv join the interrogation train as well. Her eyes lit up with fire as the opportunity to pry far too deep into someone’s personal life presented itself in front of her. Like owner like floret I suppose.
Liv jumped up from her seat and wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you downwards abruptly before you regained your stability. She came to a rest far too close for your comfort, practically sitting on your right thigh. “Come on!! There’s gotta be something ya been up to! You’re too tempting of an independent for an Affini not to have their eyes on you!”
You didn’t even want to know what she was implying by that. You had done your very best to seem cold and uninterested in nearly all Affini encounters. “My life isn’t that interesting, so there’s nothing any of you need to worry about.” You needed an escape, now. “Actually, I was about to tell you all that I’m no longer going to be-”
Liv foiled me once more, “GIRLLL loosen up!! You’re always so uptight!! Here, let me help you with your drink that you haven’t even bothered to take one sip of!!”
“Really I’m fine! You don’t have t-”
You were cut off by her holding the drink up to your lips and in one move grabbing you by the hair to tilt your head back and pouring the drink in before you could react otherwise. You swallowed it quickly so as not to choke, but ended up choking a little anyway.
You pushed Liv away but she only budged enough for you to stop choking and move your head back to where it was. Lilith was now eyeing you like a predator stalking its prey, while Liv had a smirk on her face.
“W-what’s going on? Why are you both looking at me like that? Why are you still so close to me? Y-you’re rubbing against my thigh and it’s going to make me start having sexual thoughts! What?! Why can’t I stop talking? What the fuck did you do to m-!”
Liv’s hand covered your mouth, saving you from yourself for now. Her friendly, submissive, “wouldn’t hurt a fly” attitude was gone, replaced with something more…sinister
Lilith was slowly inching her way towards me, not quite moving yet as she answered my questions. “Well, we all noticed that you were becoming more closed off from us, and acting uncomfortable around the topic of the Affini.” She paused as if contemplating. “We figured you might try to ditch our little monthly meetups soon so we decided we’d come up with a plan to help you…open up a bit more”
She gave that a moment to sink in, as pure terror and something else you weren’t going to acknowledge ran through your veins. “The Affini have one of these lovely little xenodrugs called a ‘Class D’. Do you know what that does, doll?”
You shook your head back and forth, eyes growing wide with concern. Lilith continued “It keeps little closed up ice princesses like yourself from denying your darkest desires. You’ll be spilling out all your fun little secrets-”
At this point you realized how fucked you truly were and tried to bolt. Unfortunately for you, Liv was prepared for that, and quickly secured a firm grip in your hair once more, making it so that all of your momentum was pulled backwards the second you were able to escape the chair. Curse your long hair. Meanwhile Lilith, who had been slowly calculating her moves, took that opportunity to grab you by the neck and use her grip to lift you up and slam you down onto the table on your back. You remembered Lilith mentioning something about a biomod that gave her greater than average strength, but you hadn’t expected to be experiencing it firsthand.
Liv laughed as she got up and pulled some rope out from underneath her chair “Do go easy on her now Lilith. She’s not implanted, so she is much more fragile than the other toys you like to play with.”
You struggled fiercely on the table, but your hands around Lilith’s arm didn’t even make her budge. You couldn’t light a candle to her strength, and you hadn’t exactly been keeping yourself in the most physically fit shape. You tried to catch your breath, as much as you could after being tossed like you weighed nothing. All the while Lilith kept a relaxed but firm grip around your throat.
When you had gained a bit of air, you growled out in fury, “Fuck you Liv! I am not fragile! N-Not anymore than an average terran! I-I don’t know what fucked up game you all are playing but stay away from me! The Affini have made you all insane! G-get your attractively strong arm off of my neck right this instance! D-don’t you dare use that rope on me Liv even if it would turn me on!”
You turned bright red as your brain made recognition of the words coming out of your mouth.
Lilith smirked and looked down directly into your eyes, ignoring your plea to be released. “Why, such pretty little confessions coming out of your mouth already. What else are we going to discover about our little vixen here? I do wonder-”
Liv chimed in, “I suppose the quiet, uptight and haughty ones really do have the most depraved fantasies! Hold still for me now while I tie up your hands-”
You swatted at Liv and the hands attempting to restrain you. Lilith didn’t even have to adjust her grip to perfectly squeeze down on just the right spot on your neck. With your airflow cut off you let out a whimper and relented, allowing Liv to tie up your hands.
Lilith smirked and stared down at you with a hunger in her eyes as she patiently kept you in place while you were restrained. “You know, it really is great that Liv’s hab is all set up to record everything that goes on in here. Affini will be fighting each other for our sweet friend here once this is out.”
Liv was pulling your tied hands by the long end of the rope to a hook that was sticking out from the end of the table when your eyes widened. Up until now you knew this was bad, but you had hopes for escaping back home and then maybe even off planet afterwards. You were convinced this whole thing could be persevered through and then become a bad memory.
You tried to pull your already tied hands away from the hook just as Liv was finishing fastening the knot. “WHAT! N-no p-please don’t hand me over to the Affini! Fantasizing about becoming a floret doesn’t mean I want to be one! I only want to be one a little bit!! FUCKING take this stars forsaken drug out of my system! This all has to be lies!!”
Lilith and Liv laughed. “All lies you say?” said Liv as she creeped back down the table and into my frame of view once more, tracing her fingers down your exposed inner arms. Lilith loosened her grip on your neck and began to trace your collarbone, making little loops around the exposed skin between your neck and breasts. “No, that’s the exact opposite of what this drug does actually.”
You let out a whimper and turned your head away and to the side, closing your eyes in the process.
“We’ll start simple” Liv began again. “Do you enjoy the things we’re doing to you right now?”
You fought desperately against your own mouth to keep it from speaking out your undoing. “My stars, yes! Please don’t stop even if I say so!”
Lilith and Liv looked at each other with devious smiles on their faces. In an attempt to regain my dignity, I tried to kick my legs out and from under Lilith.
Lilith’s tone immediately became domineering and commanding as she pressed down on my neck once more. “Oh no, absolutely not. Liv, get her legs”.
You squeaked out in surprise as some sort of warm feeling traveled all the way up and down your body. Liv grabbed some more rope as she went to the foot of the table. “It would be my absolute pleasure!” she giggled away.
Lilith took the opportunity of spare time to get her face no more than a few inches from the side of your neck. Her volume became a whisper. “Shame, and you were being such a good girl too~. But I have a feeling…does our little bottle of secrets here like to be punished? Does she like to fight and struggle only so that she’ll be put in her place harder? Just a little brat hiding behind the layers of walls and “properness” she places around herself?”
A gut wrenching moan escaped my lips as the drugs in my system forced out the indignity of an answer. “I fucking hate you! Yes! Yes! I-I’m so fucking turned by you and your hot breath against my neck and your threats! I’m so fucking terrified and it makes me soaked!”
You tried to close your eyes to absolve yourself of the humiliation, only for Lilith to nibble at your neck, making your eyes open in surprise. “Ah ah ah, there’ll be none of that. Keep those pretty eyes open, you’re going to witness every moment of this.”
Liv had finished tying your ankles to opposite sides of the table, forcing your legs to spread open. Liv was giddy as she made her way back up to you. Liv placed herself on the opposite side of where Lilith was currently breathing lustfully onto my neck. You were shivering with an arousal that you were trying to hide.
“You’ve been watching us all with envy for so long. It made you bitter, angry, isolated, but your pride wouldn’t let you give yourself over to your desires.” Liv had a hand stroking through your hair. “But you don’t have your pride right now, do you? Squirming, mewling, pathetic, helpless.”
Your hard rooted beliefs were fighting against the drugs bringing out what you knew was the truth. “I-I can’t…I ca-”
“You can”
You let out a long, loud whine as the feeling of my pride being stripped away was cemented.
Lilith spoke again on the other side. “Don’t worry doll, the drugs are here to make the process easier. You can pretend to fight them, but they’ll win. Isn’t there comfort in that? In knowing no matter how hard you fight and struggle, you won’t win.”
Your voice was just louder than a whisper, and very airy. “Y-yes.”
Liv and Lilith were both tracing lines down your sides. They were pleasurable enough to tease well but not enough to really get you off. You needed more.
Liv responded on queue “Admit what you are, admit what you want, and we’ll give it to you~”
Your voice came out with a loud cry as the floodgates were given a clear direction to break in. “P-please! I want both of you to strip me down a-and touch me all over a-and push me back down harder every time I fight! Please…please…please!! I-I need it..I-I’m a brat-I-I’m an ice princess!! I need to be broken-I need to be ripped to shreds and fucked senseless!!”
Lilith and Liv spoke together in unison, directly in your ear
“Good girl”
There wasn’t a single moment of hesitation further as Lilith proceeded to use her extraordinary strength to rip through your blouse and bra.The tatters of the fabric were left at your side and pinned underneath you by your weight. She immediately went to work on your left breast. Now spilled free and revealed, your nipples were erect and sensitive from all of their collective teasing. Her tongue circled around your sensitive bud, progressively wrapping her warm mouth around it more and more with each stroke of her tongue, unable to keep her teeth from grazing you in her excitement. Her grip on your neck became harsher and tighter, keeping your head roughly pinned against the table. She dug her nails into your flesh for no other reason other than pure sadism.
Liv moved with the satisfaction of a sadist as she pulled out a knife. “You know, Mistress originally wouldn’t let me have one of these.” She let the knife glisten as she let it cross your view. “But when I let her know what it was for she gave me special permission just for today!”
You could hardly keep listening to what Liv was saying while Lilith relentlessly tormented your breast. Before you could think anymore about it, you felt cold steel pressing into your leggings.
You let out a squeak and tried to move your head enough to look down and ensure Liv wouldn’t accidentally cut you but Lilith slammed your head back down to the table to keep you from doing so.
“Head on the table slut.” Lilith moved up to your neck, hand fondling the breast that immediately felt neglected upon her moving. “Whether or not you get cut or not is up to us. You’re going to stay put and take everything we give you, regardless of whether you want it or not.”
So as to emphasize her point, she proceeded to bite your neck, making you squeal out in pain. “Eep! Y-yes I’m sorry Lilith! I-I’ll take everything the two of you give me! I-I hate how these drugs make it so I can’t deny I want this but that makes it even hotter!”
Liv had finished cutting away your bottoms and gave your cunt a hard slap. “D’awww, you sing such pretty secrets when you have no filter. Not like your cunt wouldn’t have given you away if we hadn’t drugged your drink. I’ve seen puppy girls humping their owners’ vines leaking less arousal than you. To think you were such a whore this whole time~”.
Liv pinched your clit on the emphasis of the word “whore”, making you squeal out and try to squirm away instinctively. Lilith growled and held your neck tighter so you couldn’t.
Liv idly rubbed circles around your swollen clit as she continued to speak, “But it wouldn’t be fair if we just gave you pleasure after all this time, would it? Hiding feral thoughts, looking down on florets, isolating yourself and pushing away friends. I’d say that deserves some punishment, wouldn’t you say so?”
You whined as fear mixed in with your arousal, making you dread whatever they may have in mind. “P-please!! I’m n-” Lilith moved her hand from your neck and clasped it around your mouth, silencing you. “Shut up, pet. She wasn’t talking to you, she was talking to me. The answer is that you absolutely do deserve punishment, and you’re going to take it like a good girl. Is that understood?”
You nodded with eyes wide with fear and arousal. She turned towards Liv, “Good. Now Liv, I think our naughty little friend here still has some secrets to share with us, wouldn’t you say? Maybe ones we wouldn’t know the questions to ask in order to pry out? But you know what gets someone saying all kinds of things?” her devilish grin widened as she turned back away from Liv and leaned in to whisper into your ear, “Denial.”
Oh fuck. They wanted more. You had always been weak to edging, but you had only edged yourself in private where you ultimately held the control. You attempted to mentally steel your resolve, closing your eyes to hide yourself from your shame. Lilith said nothing but pinched your nipple hard, making you open them again.
“Why, that’s a lovely idea Lilith!” she stared down upon you “Teaching you how powerless you are and how you have no control will be a valuable lesson for your upcoming future~”
You had been so caught up with fear and arousal that you had almost forgotten that your friends were really planning on handing you over to the Affini after this. Lilith moved her hand away from your mouth and traced her nails back down to your throat. You couldn’t help as you started spilling out words of desperation once more.
“P-please I’m sorry I can’t deny that I find this extremely hot b-but please don’t let the Affini have me!! I-I’ll love being tamed so much I’ll never be able to escape p-plGUH”
Liv’s fingers plunged into your cunt and began finger-fucking you with a consistent rhythm. “It seems like the desperation really has had the effect you wanted, Lilith. She’s spilling so many fun facts about herself! After this, her file is going to make her irresistible!! She’ll have hundreds of domestication claims on her the moment this goes out!!”
You were already so primed and warmed up with arousal that it became hard to resist the growing ocean of pressure needing to be released in your cunt. You knew what was going to happen, but you thought maybe you could sneak one out anyway. Your non-existent filter prevented that from happening, “S-stars I’m so close! N-no fucking shut up I was going to get one out!”
Liv laughed as she brought you just a little closer to the edge. “You really thought you could “pull one over me”? I’ve edged hundreds of girls while you’ve been a prune for years. Such-a-dumb-little-brat.” She slapped your cunt hard to emphasize each word of the last phrase, making you whine.
You growled as you lost your chance for an orgasm, squealing out in pain with each of the slaps. “I-I’m not dumb! B-but y-you’re making me dumb and I love it. GRRRR SHUT UP!”
In your grumbling you didn’t see Lilith move her hand to shove her fingers in your mouth. Before you could feign indifference or anger, your eyes rolled back and you let out a deep moan. Your body relaxed further into the table and you gave the air a hump with your cunt.
Lilith bit her lip with satisfaction. “Well it seems we discovered another thing our slutty little plaything loves.” Her fingers began to move deeper into your mouth, pressing down on your tongue.
Liv began again, fingering your clit and rubbing circles around your clit with her thumb. You started humping into her hand, you couldn’t help it. You had tried to keep your oral obsession hidden but Lilith just happened to stumble upon it.
Liv slapped your cunt and pressed down on your pubic bone. “Nah ah ah, no getting too eager. You’ll give what you’re given and take nothing. Lilith?”
Lilith pinched your nipple hard and you squealed loudly, having to make a dedicated effort to stop yourself from humping. You couldn’t stop yourself from speaking around Lilith’s fingers, making you sound extremely pathetic. “G-GUUhh es iv! I owwy!”
Liv renewed her torture of your cunt once more as you felt your mind began to fade into bliss, deeper than before. You moaned loudly as you became nothing but putty for Lilith and Liv to play with. Just as you thought you were about to get an orgasm, Liv’s sensation disappeared once more and you screamed out with frustration.
Lilith’s fingers disappeared at the same exact time. “FUCKKKKK!! Why did my undoing have to be two extremely hot girls who are also my friends!! I should have just sent a text message and stayed home!!”
Both of them laughed and Lilith responded “Glad to know you find us attractive, we’ll let you know the feeling is mutual. We’ll pass that information on to your future owner as well~”
You let out a long series of whines and whimpers, blushing profusely and almost closing your eyes before instinctively opening them back up again. Lilith noticed how quickly her conditioning had taken root and made a mental note to pass that information on to your new owner and tease you about it later down the line.
“I fucking hate and love you both right now and I don’t know which to feel more and it’s making it hard for me to think!” You were starting to really miss Lilith’s fingers keeping you quiet.
Liv smacked your cunt, swollen and needy from all the teasing, making it feel all the worse. “It’s a good thing you don’t need to think anymore then, isn’t it? Someone with a head so full of thoughts all the time-you’ll be much happier when you find out that privilege can be taken away at any time~”
Liv began fingering your cunt once more as you let out a plea, “B-but without my thoughts h-how will I keep myself safe? H-how will I prove that I’m worth anything? How will I-”
Lilith silenced your pleas with a passionate kiss on the lips. She had cut you off mid breath so you were struggling for air, but she held you firm while you felt your orgasm rapidly building up once more, the edging making the time between each one require less and less stimulation.
Lilith pulled away and you immediately gasped for air. Her predatory look had softened a bit as she cupped your cheek and looked down into your eyes. “Oh you poor thing”, you felt a tear escape as you were drawn into the first sign of comfort. The Class D was bringing out some unpleasant thoughts, and the heightened sensation and vulnerability made everything feel that much more intense. You wanted this, you wanted everything they were giving to you, you wanted to share in their experiences. But how could you ever let yourself be that?
She moved down into your ear, “You will always be worth so much more to us than you’ll ever know. Now, cum for us.”
Her command made the floodgates of pleasure finally burst, and you screamed out loudly, losing track of all time, sensation, and emotions entirely as Liv kept fingering you all the way through your orgasm. Wave upon wave of pleasure continuously crashed over you. You thought it was never going to end.
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You didn’t know when you finally came to. You weren’t sure if you had blacked out, or if you had just been laying in a state of bliss. You didn’t know if it had been days, months, hours, or just a few minutes.
You realized your hands and legs were now untied, but you were still naked. You tried wearily to get up, but Lilith and Liv kept you held softly from either side.
“Shhhh there there, no getting up now” Lilith whispered.
You whined a little but stayed put. Liv continued, “We were just waiting here to make sure you were okay before we put you out for your Affini.”
You felt panic rising inside of you again, but it was much more muted now. “Am I…am I going to be okay? Am I…still going to be me?” You felt the streams of tears begin to flow from your eyes again.
Lilith ran her hand through your hair as she placed a floral mask over your face.
“You will be you, and so much more. Now, breathe in deeply for us. Good girllll.”
Reassurance washed over you and you obeyed, a soft, hopeful smile on your face as the world faded to black.
Epilogue
It had been three months since your last meeting with all your friends. You were dressed up in floret wear, something you had been forced to grow accustomed to. You looked at yourself in the mirror, staring at the collar that hadn’t left your neck since you woke up after that day. You were donning the normal black color that you liked, but now mixed in with the blue and green hues that your owner wouldn’t let you go without.
Your outfit left little to the imagination, ensuring that every part of your body was both on display and easy access to whoever would desire. The clothing was so flowy and felt like silk. You knew it could be ripped away at any time just as easily.
You had rosy cheeks as you were mentally dreading but aroused at the idea of seeing your friends again. The very people who had first broken you against your will. Who then handed you over to the Affini who had spent every day reminding you of your new status, pruning you of unwanted ways of thinking, and ripping away every last bit of pride that you had.
Once upon a time you had a mask to hide behind. A shield to hold up to the world. Ice to keep yourself from ever having to let anyone in. And now you were laid out with none of that, entirely vulnerable for the whole world to access.
“M-Mistress? D-do I have to go? I really don’t want to…”
Vines wrapped around your body, making you whimper, but you held still, knowing that struggle would be pointless. The vines continued moving up until they wrapped around the ring in your collar.
“Petal, you know better than to think you can get out of this. And don’t act like you don’t want this.”
Upon being implanted, your Mistress had made it so that with just a thought she could cause Class D to flow into your system. She didn’t keep it in you all the time so that you couldn’t ever get used to it, but used it to force humiliating answers out of you. You felt the cold, dry blanket feeling of Class D wash over you. Combined with the tone in Mistress’ biorhythm, and you couldn’t withhold your true feelings.
“I want to go to this more than anything. I hope that they make every effort to remind me of all the things they did. And most of all, I can’t wait to feel close to my friends again.”
Mistress’ vines split off from the collar and began to play with your mouth, making you sink into her influence entirely. Vines wrapped up around you and lifted you up into her chest.
“Your friends are going to be so happy to see how far you’ve come”
