Posted on 2018-06-20 15:57:32
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With story!

'Beginning implantation sequence. SC-611-13: Awaken'

Katara opened her eyes and picked right back up from where she left of- in a state of blind panic.

She didn’t know what was happening. She was talking with Aang one moment, then…a blink, a moment of confusion as she was somewhere else, some cell where she was sprayed with something and her clothes fell apart, somehow replaced with something she couldn’t remove, right on her skin, and-her hair!

She tried to reach up to feel that bald scalp again, and instead felt a greater terror take hold as her arms stayed were they were at her sides. She tried again, trying to shift down to look, but all that moved were eyes quickly filling with tears.

This wasn’t- there weren’t any restraints she could feel, she just couldn’t- was this Shirshu poison? No, she didn’t feel numb, and it wasn’t bloodbending. She was just…there. Lying at a slant, with….was there something in her mouth?!

“Mmm! Nnng!!”

She surprised herself in even being able to make noise, then tried to push whatever it was out from between her teeth, but- she couldn’t open her jaw any further, the was something she could feel that tightened over the bridge of her nose…but that shouldn’t- how could something hold there on its own? What was going-

'Apologies 13, but you need to be conscious and vocal for the next procedure. Do not worry, it will prove quite painless.'

Before she could even question what those words meant, she saw it emerge. A metal…arm, for lack of a better word, with a long, needle-like gem in the middle of it, being lit by…beams of light?

The overwhelming confusion almost stopped her from panicking until its intentions became clear, positioning itself just above and between her eyes.

“Mmph!! Nnn!!”

She screamed and tried to shift her head away even as it touched her skin. No, it’d kill her! It’d-

“Mmmmr!-guh-guhhn!”

It pushed further, and instead of the pain she was expecting she felt…it was like……

“Uhhnk…”

…Like when she poked a hole in a pudding, feeling this semi-solid thing give way for her finger to rest in. Except…she was the pudding, and-

“Nuh-…gnn…” Her eyes rolled of their own accord, feeling something shift behind them.
-But there was…nothing else, beyond that sensation. Just parting. And this slow whirring as it moved forward and-a slight heat, a heaviness, settling-

“Guh….guh….nnn…” She tried, trying to force her eyes back down from the feeling, to plead again, but it was like there was something holding both back, some fibres or ropes keeping them in place.

-Settling, and…just on her skin and now something…almost like a sucking sound, or slapping, like the pudding running back together after taking her finger out; wet and tight and-

'Procedure complete. Commencing equipment testing phase.'

Katara burst off of the table and whirled around to find it melting into the wall, frantically looking around for the metal arm, reaching up to feel-

…to feel the hardness on her forehead. In her forehead. Oh spirits, oh…

“Mnuuu!” She wailed, crouching into a sob as she brought her other hand up, scrabbling for the edges…but there was nothing to grip. Weirdly textured fingers gliding from skin to stone, raking across the rest of her head in desperation, trying to tear it open, to get it out, to get her hair back, to-to-

“Mnnno-no-no-ah?!” She started, feeling that flexible, full feeling in her mouth melt away, “Wh-what have you done to me?! Take it out! Take high for jungle slipper orphan fell-“

She stopped herself abruptly, touching fingers to her lips. What was she…? She tried again.

“Cup coat wrapper breezy-“

She let out a whining cry, clamping her hand over her mouth. Was this what the thing did in her mouth?! Was that why it melted away?! She knew- she knew what she wanted to say but the moment she tried to vocalize it, the whole phrase got- got jumbled somehow, there wasn’t-

“Gi!” She managed as she fell over, her whole body locking rigid, ramrod straight.

Her muscles burned. Her teeth grit so hard she felt they’d shatter. She was going to shatter. She couldn’t take this. She didn’t know what to d-

Almost as if it sympathized, her body ragdolled, flopping uselessly onto the floor. She managed a low moan that almost passed for a sob before she felt control return, curling herself into a ball.

“Please…” She managed, though she didn’t know to who or for what or about what, not even wondering how she could say what she meant again. She just wanted to wake up, now. This couldn’t be real. This was too crazy, like when Aang told her about hallucinating from staying up, or Sokka with the cactus juice-

The thought was wiped from her mind and replaced with another scream as she felt an all-consuming itch set fire to her body. She couldn’t even try to grit it out before her hands were attempting to tear out her flesh, pushing uselessly against the smooth, flexible coating on her skin- barely stopping when they felt something hard; no, several things hard; metal about her neck; her belly button and another down where she-

She arched, shrieking as she experienced the most powerful orgasm of her life.

'Testing complete; all equipment performing within expected parameters. Thankyou for your co-operation SC-611-13. Please await instruction.'

….

….Nothing followed.

Katara shuddered silently on the floor, eyes glazed, brain numb to everything but the aftershocks. Minutes passed. The panic and distress crept back in slowly; tired and confused, wearily and warily. A languid hand went back to trace over herself, as if to check she were still together; cupping over whatever it was cradling her privates before travelling up and around, dazedly exploring the things it had discovered in that short, furious search to remove that itch.

A collar of some kind…seamless, like this…what could she even call it? Underwear? Skin, maybe. Some rounded thing in her belly-button too…none of which came with any real purchase, to grip and pull at, or off. All of which seemed to flex with her, comfortably.

She touched her head again, running a finger over a missing eyebrow before exploring her scalp anew; smooth and tingling beneath her fingers.

She couldn’t think of where to start. That…that last thing they did to her blasted everything out of her, and she had no anchor to focus back in on…who even were they? And what did they call her again? 13?

She pushed her tongue through her lips and licked around to find a trace of taste from whatever had gagged her. Nothing.

…Was this some kind of Joo Dee thing? It was the only thing that made sense, really- maybe this was her trapped in her mind while her body was following some secret Dai Li programming she didn’t know they’d brainwashed her with.

She lay on her back and looked at what she assumed was a low ceiling. Domed.

…The idea didn’t fit though. Or at least…it all felt real. And none of…she didn’t have any comparison she could think of to what she was wearing…or, she tentatively thought, reaching up to tap and push against the…thing in her forehead, how something like this could happen. Katara knew enough about healing techniques to know she should be dead right now, if that really did just happen exactly as it looked like it was about to.

…A pretty good argument for her being in the spirit-realm then, she supposed.

She sat up and was surprised to find how fast she was breathing, heart hammering in her chest. She spent a little time to will herself calm, breathing deep and slow as she looked around with a little more awareness, finally becoming a little more herself now she had a…semi-plausible explanation.

Yeah, spirits. That made sense, kind of. At least insofar as this place didn’t make sense. There was no door she could see in this small room, or anywhere for those things to come out of. What was this, fifteen feet, if that? And all that was here was some faintly glowing circle on the ground…oh, a spirit portal, maybe?

Looking at it stirred something in her; some twinge of memory pulling at her- but…like the memory wouldn’t settle neatly into place. Yes, this circle was familiar. Maybe there was some way to activate it? Send her back?

Katara stood, glancing down at her feet warily, taking a few steps with a hand on the wall. To her surprise, despite the slippery feeling she got when rubbing her toes together there was no sense of that from standing; just the opposite infact. Distracted from her task for a moment, she experimentally stood on one leg. Then hopped. Then jumped. She held her arms out and twisted her wrists back and forth, trying to feel where the tug of the material was. Nothing. She bent over to touch her toes, then balanced on one leg again, holding the other foot and bringing it as high up as she could to try and feel it stretch with her.

…Nothing at all. No feeling of fabric shifting or…anything. Like it really was just…skin.
Puzzled, she stood properly again and looked down at her body with renewed interest, pressing fingers into the fabric experimentally. It gleamed in the ambient light, familiar colours of the Water-tribe and…her hair greeting her on appraisal, practicality turning that realization into an annoyance rather than the tragedy it was. And though the texture was unusual…she could feel through it just fine. Like she really wasn’t wearing anything. But that wasn’t true, she couldn’t see her nipples in-

“Ah!” She gave in surprise, seeing the symbol over her left breast and pushing it up for a better view.

Not the Dai Li’s at all…was it a spirit thing afterall then? Spirits used symbols too, right? It seemed very clean and straight-lined though, very…exact. Not natural, like she’d have expected. But then, the circle was kind of perfect too, wasn’t it?

She looked again. Yes, the circle. Of course. Something about it…

She walked to it, hesitated…then stepped into the middle of it, glancing about the five foot space.

….No change. But there was something about being here…something appropriate. Correct. It was strange. Like a dream. Like…

“Mmm…ah?”

With a start, Katara realized the hand she’d used to push up the symbol so she could see it was massaging her breast instead, and she snapped it back to her side with revulsion. What…what the heck was that?!

She glanced around in annoyance, distracting herself with the mystery again, letting her responsible, problem-solving side take the reins once more. Stupid. What…honestly. So unlike her. Still, something about having done that nagged at her as she looked about the circle. Like it was analogous to being here. Like this was a…pleasant place? For a circle.

She moved to pace about it, thinking to just walk along the circle’s line while she thought, but paused with a foot half off the floor. No, that wasn’t the thing to do, she knew. Not that. She placed her foot flat again. Yes, that felt…right. She stood more surely in the centre of it now, confidently casual. Lacking anything else to distract her, her eyes fixed on the gleam of the circle’s band, fingers rubbing against each other at her sides as she tried to sort out this feeling in her head. There was an idea there. A suggestion. Like it was bouncing off what she was picturing herself doing and rating the ideas, but…faintly. Almost without direction…like they needed to be matched to something. Hmm…maybe like…

She lifted her foot again to leave the circle, and felt a much stronger urge to set it back down than before- a craving for it to return. She set it back, giving a little confirming nod to herself, breathing out and closing her eyes. She understood.

Slowly, she began to move, turning, focusing on that urge. Feeling the position of her body. No, not that. Yes. No. A little more.

Her feet drew together. She twitched a toe, threatening to move them apart. No. Good. Knees locked. No. Knees just slightly bent. Yes. Good.

Katara drifted, consumed in the sensation. Yes, this she could understand. She could control. Shape. Guide. She could deal with the rest after.

She almost surprised herself when her eyes opened and she couldn’t move her head. Well, no, to be more accurate, she didn’t want to. Everything was correct, to her mind. This wasn’t like before, where she tried to move but failed, this was her being exactly as she felt she should be. This was how she should be. Her ideal.

She flexed a little to let that craving pull her back into place, letting…no, wanting it to shape her. Needing it. She needed to know how to be.

Feet together. Yes. Hands at sides. Yes. Shoulders back. Yes. Head forward. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

She felt good. Yes. This was how to be within the circle. Or……one of the ways?

She almost frowned, but it faded- that was not the correct expression. No.

She smiled.

Yes.

She gave a moan, her eyes starting to roll up in quiet pleasure…but stopping. Stopping to look head. Yes. Correct. This was her. This was how she should be when within The Circle. Yes. She was correct.

She stared, rigid, unmoving, smiling. Waiting in the circle. Waiting for more things to correct her.

SC-611-13 awaited instruction.

Posted on 2018-06-20 16:42:56
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I'll also be starting a CYOA over on fiction.live on Sunday this week. It'll be f/f, 18+ and mind-controllish, with bits and bobs of art that appear along the way...and best of all, you get to decide where the story goes!

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.

Posted on 2018-06-20 19:41:00
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Characters you know getting turned into bald latex hardbody drones?

This is the best thing, it is known.

Posted on 2018-06-20 19:45:14
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Why are you using two accounts Dai?

Katara's suit design is phenom, love the posture collar/neck collar/silencer/otn gag/muzzle look in latex. Really hammers home the encasement and transformation/depersonalistion in a way that hoods sometimes don't.

Posted on 2018-06-20 20:15:03
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I had to log back in and accidentally used an older account to put these two images up, but have since gone to my 'regular' one.

Glad you like the gag method! I think there's a certain charm to it too.

Posted on 2018-06-21 09:21:57
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Oh my GOD this is hot. I would LOVE to see more of this...particularly how she appears when she stands there awaiting instruction. Please please please do more of these!!


Do you have a deviantart? Or do you have an art page on any other sites?

Posted on 2018-06-21 18:47:37
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I do, actually:

t--d--l.deviantart.com/
www.pixiv.net/member.php?id=25755807
www.hentai-foundry.com/pictures/user/TDL
www.patreon.com/thedaili

I guess I need to toot my horn a little more, huh...glad you liked it!