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>> #266295
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Toph snapped back into awareness, the dull, hazy feeling that had ensnared her for the last few hours fading as the tune in her head dimmed and the patterns vibrating through her body edged away.
She stepped out as the shell casing slid open, holding her head as she tried to anchor herself again. The contents of her room seemed to be as Spartan and unchanging as ever- aside from the thing she slept in, only her circle was present.
Tch. ‘Her’ circle now, was it? Her room?
Rubbing her cheeks, she frowned, trying- as she had been doing since they’d shod her feet- to recall what exactly had gone on while she was resting inside of that...’thing’. No luck. All she could recall was a haze of relaxation, electric tingles, and a thumming noise that massaged all the thoughts out of her head. She knew from before that she didn’t sleep in the tube, well, not like she knew sleep to be like at least, but she always seemed to come out of it more energetic and alert than she went in- not to mention...full? Was she fed and watered in there? She couldn’t tell. It was doing something to her, but she just...couldn’t figure out what anymore. The closest she could think of it being like was with the Dai Li, but even then...
She was still stroking her cheeks. Pausing, she braced herself and slowly detached the smooth, strangely textured fingers from her face with all the enjoyment of pulling teeth. The feel of her clothes had become unbearably intoxicating recently. She knew this was all part of what they were doing to her, making her like these weird, form-clinging clothes and this hard thing on her forehead, but as with most things in here, it seemed the choice of what to like and what not to like didn’t belong to her now. She hated that she loved it, and resented every small, unpopabble bubble of happiness that she experienced when she felt the outfit flex with her, cling to her...envelop her.
It was disgusting and it was scary how it moved and flowed on its own, like it was alive, and the thing on her head….sometimes, she could swear it was in it. She knew this was wrong, and knew her initial opinions on it all were of intense hatred...yet...
Cursing aloud and stroking her arms, she considered what to do now that she was out of the pod. Free time was something she didn’t have much of here and she’d been under-thumb long enough to know there was no use in attempting to break out, or trying to think too hard about how she got here or what all of this magic hoo-hah was. It might be something Sokka’d be interested in, finding out how it all worked, but for her she’d just be happy knowing how to wreck it.
All her attempts seemed ineffectual though. Like she was just...weak. She could feel her muscles through her (sensuous) coating, but they never seemed to work as well as she guessed they should, unless it was about lifting things, or about obeying.
“Unngh...”
She suppressed a shudder, moving a hand down toward the weird device that imprisoned her sex; wanting both to tear it off and press it further in...capable of neither. She knew it was stimulating her somehow, making her feel good when she obeyed (another shudder), taking it away when she didn’t, but she hadn’t exactly felt how it did it- it wasn’t like when she used her fingers or an object or something, she just...felt good. And it seemed to ripple across her entire body too, not just stick to her ‘fun-parts’ like she would’ve expected something like this to. And how did it even know when she was thinking about obe-…of doing-
She let out a low moan on finding out there was no thinking around the thought. Mmm. Speaking of feeling good...
Toph took a tentative step toward the circle, wondering if she should kneel in it or not. She shouldn’t, of course. She realized that much. It’s what they wanted from her afterall, to do that on her own, to make her own head go blank and empty until they told her what to do next, but...ugh. Everything felt...it was so confusing. Things that were so offensive to her before seemed tolerable, orders she never would have considered following before always had a certain attractiveness to them now (even if it was only the pleasure of following them), there were...desires there that she didn’t have before- things she wanted to feel and do, and whenever she thought or acted counter to those desires...
She could hear the sound in her head, the dull vibrations and the ideas that resonated in there...it was getting hard to tell them apart from her own thoughts. They made the things she was forced to do seem...appealing to her. Satisfying. And she couldn’t gather herself well enough to shake the sensations off. It was just the way it was now. She...dammit, she LIKED kneeling. Not thinking. Obeying. And resistance felt guilty rather than satisfying.
But she still knew it was wrong. Part of her wondered why, if they could make her like this, they couldn’t just make her forget about her past, or make her accept her fate...but another part didn’t want to hear the answer. It felt like she was asking for it to happen, for that decision to accept this life to be taken out of her hands, and that if they did she’d somehow be okay with it. Like she wanted them to control her even more than they were controlling her now.
It was an idea that her head and her heart were starting to disagree on wanting...and that fact scared her. Best not to consider it at all.
KNEEL IN THE CIRCLE AND AWAIT INSTRUCTION.
Choking back a sigh of relief, Toph did as the bodiless voice instructed, spreading her knees apart and resting her hands palm up on her thighs, letting the warm, pulsing feelings of pleasure hum over her troubles. Reflexively she tried to find the resentment she knew she should be feeling, it was there it was faltering; tempered by the relief of not having to make the choice herself and the barely understood sadness of leaping to do it so quickly…at least, barely understood now. She used to know why.
Still, it was a small thing, and the time she’d spent in this place made her appreciate the limits of her resistance. Save it for the commands that needed to be disobeyed.
Clenching her fists from the unpleasant feeling of defiance rippling over her, she heard the tone in her ears change, preparing her for her morning ‘lesson’, if it could be called that. The shift in her mood was as sudden and surprising as ever, a clarity breaking over her senses that caught her breath and held it; rolling and pressing on her lungs, shallowing her sense of self. The room seemed to ripple soothingly and she flowed along with it, the undulations carrying her mind far away from her.
She could almost wonder how she were still alive at all with such lack of air…perhaps...the studs? But...as she listened...more...the idea never really...followed through...it was just easier...to go along with this...to slow...along with her breathing...to relax...let go...drift...and finally...
Stop.
OBEY CONTROLLER.
She blinked back to alertness, finding another presence in the room. Familiar, featureless, and carrying that same smothering aura of dominance it always did. Making her feel small in comparison. Stupid. Inadequate. And...thankful, that such a thing took the time to instruct her.
She loathed it.
Confirm your identity.
Toph grit her teeth at the formality, battling the rising impulse to respond. It didn’t sting her to say it any more, but she paused anyway, just to tell these people they weren’t any closer to making her theirs than they were yesterday.
Eventually though, her own discomoft forced it from her.
“This Unit’s designation is Thrallworks Model LB-5317-47.”
I see.
Toph stuttered a short, barked whine as she felt the gratifying background pulses that came with her obedience drop sharply, the room trembling, stabbing at her senses with needles, injecting pure revulsion into her mind toward her own behaviour.
You didn’t add my title, 47. You know this. Are we going to have another difficult day?
“N-No!”
No?
“No...C...Controller.”
Very good.
She shivered in relief as gentle pleasure wrapped her back up in its blanket. She always forgot how much she missed it until it went away...it helped her cope with what she had to do.
Again.
“This...This Unit’s designation is Thrallworks Model LB-5317-47, Controller.”
Very good.
She sucked resentfully on her tongue at how pleased she felt from having said that, and knowing how much more pleasure she would receive for accepting it as true. For wanting that pleasure. She should be angrier than this; angrier that she had to use that term, that she’d been so easy to correct, that it seemed like she was as submissive as she was starting to feel. But most of the anger felt off somehow- like she had to fight to claim it, rather than it coming naturally…and that’s really what she was angry about. Indignation at herself. She even doubted her motives for rebelling now; maybe she just liked the feeling of the returning rush of pleasure enough to send it away from her for a time. Or maybe- or possibly-
Gah. It was just so HARD just to think about what she wanted n-
Assume Pose 3.
“Yes Controller.”
She was ramrod straight before she could even consider going against the order, and now that she was considering it, she felt it was just as well she didn’t. Save resistance for the important things girl, don’t wear yourself out just standing at attention...
Unbidden, she felt that same shallowing of breath as before take hold and decided to roll with it. Save your thoughts. Save your energy. For now, just wait and obey.
There seemed something wrong with that, but it felt right. It felt right to relax and obey. It seemed wise. She may as well. For now.
Very good.
Another thrum of pure bliss pushed through her, settling over her thoughts like cement, locking them into place. She shouldn’t let it...but it felt good. This was good. She knew it wasn’t really, but...it was. Toph knew she was helpless to feel otherwise, and, with her newly setting focus, she could feel how excited that made her. How it appealed to that growing sense of calm and contentment. Just to wait for orders. Just to obey and be able to do nothing else.
Yes, she was doing it to conserve energy, of course she was...but...the idea that she wasn’t, that she was actually giving in to it...that all she was going to do was mindlessly follow orders like a slave, a thrall, and that was all...
The Controller didn’t seem to notice her thighs clench as the door she could never see opened before them, showing the way to her daily lessons. Lessons of obedience.
Toph’s breath stopped. She waited for instruction. Her Controller turned away.
Follow.
...She hated it.
“...”
She hated that she loved it.
“...Yes Controller.”
She obeyed.
--Fin--
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>> #266299
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It'll be set in the Movement universe, which is an original fantasy one about a sex cult that's vying to take over the world for their spirit-goddess-mistress...whilst also trying to protect the world from said spirit-goddess-mistress; with you playing a Weaver, someone whose job it is to find and bring new ladies into the flock.
It'll be a trial run almost, so we'll see how reception is. But yes, it'll be happening this Sunday for sure! Hope to see some of you chums take a gander.
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>> #266312
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She looks scary xD!!!
Scarousal is a powerful thing
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WHERE THE FUCK IS HER HAIR?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
To quote Matt Hardy, it was...DELETED!
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