Led by the Imperial nurse, my hand in hers, onto the surgical bed, straps securing my limbs down. She explains the procedure to me and I'm so worn down I just numbly nod. She smiles and pats my head. I'm being good. Soon, they'll make it so I will always and only be good. Aren't they so kind to me~?
Led by the Imperial nurse, my hand in hers, onto the surgical bed, straps securing my limbs down. She explains the procedure to me and I'm so worn down I just numbly nod. She smiles and pats my head. I'm being good. Soon, they'll make it so I will always and only be good. Aren't they so kind to me~?
No more cognition. No more weariness. No more tiredness. No more pain. Just empty, blank peace. Serving as I am meant to, being good as I have been made to~
Subtly dominant maid who tells her Lady once again that her advances continue to be improper, uncouth, inappropriate for her station, and that an escort would be far cheaper and more suited for such behaviour than a maid. She'll even organise one if the Lady wishes to behave in an unbecoming manner~
Gradually documenting and recording the Lady's vile whims and requests, building up a dossier of her every depraved, humiliating advance. Then, when her Lady finally abandons all pretense of grace and tries to take what she wants by force, leaking it to her family and the press to ruin her forever~
Brought low, disinherited, titles stripped, made nothing by her own kin who hide their depravity far better than she ever did, that's when the maid, who knows every one of her Lady's vile desires, can turn the reduced girl into a broken little pervert escort, the sort she had once always wanted~
I fucking love the Fallout 4 Nuka Word dlc purely because it has Andrew WK as the voice of a raider radio guitar-playing shittalking badass
youtu.be/37zkp8iWd_k
Just... empty. Literally a programmed droid. A computer for a head wired to the brain stem. No more thoughts, no more sense of self, no more person. Just pings, handshakes, and commands. Yet still a biological body that can be warm and wet. A useful hole. Obedient. Programmed. Hot~
Houndbreaking victim in a cold imperial medical ward who hates that the love she once held for her mama and papa has taken the same shape as the dependent need she now feels for the masked Nurse in the blue scrubs, rubber apron and gloves, who cares for her during her post-op treatments~
I will not engage in Valkorion vs Palpatine debates I will not engage in Valkorion vs Palpatine debates I will not engage in Valkorion vs Palpatine debates I will not engage in Valkorion vs Palpatine debates I will not engage in Valkor
hrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr biting rule of two fans over and over
Girl whose safe space has been made into a long term inpatient medical ward, kept floaty and calm on the neurosurgery post-op meds~
Strapped to her bed by gentle restraints stopping her thrashes~
Dribbles of saliva gently wiped from her chin, and dribbles of cerebrospinal fluid from her nose~
Getting to hold the nitrile-gloved hand of the doctor I’m emotionally dependent on as she gently leads me into the surgical ward for my transorbital lobotomy, having just signed the papers granting her guardianship over me,,~
probably not a good sign that something that should be disturbing and horrifying to me just feels like it would be comforting and peaceful in it’s own way. Just nice, empty and broken. Drooling woozy floaty and foggy.
Oh to be a Decraniated slave girl in the Star Wars universe.
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Basically...you get kidnapped and turned into a half-human half droid hybrid with half your head removed and force into a living hell of service.
Captured rebel operative thinking she’s going to be defiant until the end, only to be clamped down to an operating table and remade by Imperial surgeons into an empty droid, erased and reprogrammed, just recognisable enough to be a horror story for her comrades and a novel commodity for her owners~
You must always force-choke out the misogynist Imperial Officer on Quesh in SWTOR. Dumbass thinks he can tell a Sith Lord that women have no place on a battlefield.
I wanna make out with an equally feral girl and just both of us start ripping into each other until someone finally submits woozy from blood loss or we’re both bloody and broken and exhausted together~
Why do I not just go full on ex-evangelical religious horny mode and force my subs to call me Pastor
God / Deity is a weak claim. You're not a god. You bleed. You fuck up. But Pastor? You can rule and also claim moral authority from an entity so unknowable you are the only one able to divulge it~
Does anyone else do the Star Wars joke where you look at the character's rank plaque and comment on how many 'lives' they have left depending on how many squares are blue compared to those that are red (yellow bars are fortified health bars) (gif bro is at half health)
Shipbreaking but its mechbreaking~
Gutting the scaffold of a decomissioned pilot’s metal body. Ripping her insides apart, coated in steel oil viscera, shattering the remnants of everything that made her special, made her worthwhile, and selling the guts for scrap~
Without the frame, she’s nothing~
keeping your hounded pilots mentally devoid, relaxed, age regressed state between operations makes a lot of sense. if you think about it, only time they need a personality, be slightly independent and have the ability to think is when on mission or at parties for the benefactors
I have such an overwhelming need to bottle-feed a pathetic girl~
Fill her bottle with the rubber nipple up with milk, warm it up in the microwave, stir a teaspoon of honey in, test the temperature on my wrist, then give it to my broken little girl to suckle on~
Getting drunk with a cute pilot who has a neural port and she eventually agrees to let me pour shot after shot after pint directly down it just to see what happens to her, the absolute drooling mess that she becomes~