“This will be the final time I ask. You’re certain you want to make these calls alone?”

Lily quietly fidgeted with a piece of paper, their tired nails making cuts and dents into the paper. Normally, Lily would jump at the opportunity to have their Mistress’ usually scarce comfort accompany difficult moments. Especially since she went through all the work of finding and thoroughly vetting the best doctors she could trust her plaything’s care to. Lily should have let her – well, ‘let her’ was the wrong phrase. They should have accepted.

And yet.

“Yes,” they answered in a tired monotone as they counted the doctors to call once again. “I’m sure. They’re just phone calls.”

Magnolia stood behind them, silently. Lily hardly noticed her. The entire world didn’t particularly interest them or catch their attention. Even the person who they defined as ‘their world’. They were just phone calls. Phone calls to schedule what felt like a million tests, to kinds of doctors Lily previously had no idea existed.

“Very well,” their Mistress eventually sighed in resignation. “I’ll be heading to work then. Text me when you’ve called all of them, understood? And take care of all the usual before I get home.”

”I understand, Mistress,” they replied. They weren’t making eye contact, instead focusing almost all of their attention on the list in front of them, their legs hanging heavily off the edge of the couch. They could barely even focus on a tense conversation with their Mistress.

Everything just felt so big. Reading over the list of doctors felt like staring into the eyes of Goliath. Their way-too-frequent crying spells hadn’t calmed down, though they at least had done a better job of keeping it from their Mistress. For better or worse.

Per their request, Magnolia left, though not without a hint of hesitation in her eyes. Why couldn’t she just make the decisions for them again? That would be easier. God, how Lily wished they could just go back to how things were.

~~

Before they knew it, the entire day had passed. Some offices they played phone tag with for hours, some offices claimed they’d need a referral, and some offices scoffed at them and claimed they didn’t need a procedure most people get in their 50s. Until Lily groaned and told them about the freak cancer gene from hell. Then they faced no further pushback.

A couple times through the afternoon, everything just became too much for them. The anxiety crashed onto their shoulders, crumpled their organs into tiny paper balls, and stole their breath with that same crushing force. Lily tossed aside their phone, cried until everything seemed less scary, and then went back to it. Each time they felt a bit more numb. Each time they felt a bit more distant.

Not to mention, surgery. 

Lily never thought of having kids – not seriously, anyways – but they really needed a hysterectomy in, what, the next decade? The doctor told them it was their choice. How the hell were they even supposed to make that kind of choice? It wasn’t like getting bottom surgery as they had considered. Even as a similar-sounding procedure, it was different. Even just in nature.

Their mind drifted back to the fill trigger. They winced, placing a hand to their womb. Even just thinking of that trigger made them feel an ounce of it. Their legs pressed together, trying to hide their poorly concealed arousal. Oh what the fuck, who were they even hiding from?

Would they be able to enjoy that torturous sensation if they got a hysterectomy? Would they be able to enjoy any sex? Any kink? A suddenly vivid memory popped in their head. Five years ago, when Lily remembered… what happened to them. What they’d been hiding for so long. When Magnolia finally found them and, and brought them back to the way they were, only for Lily to flinch and dissociate at the smallest touch?

Their eyes teared up at the thought. All they needed was a little push for them to get over their fear of being touched – well, for the most part, at least. But a hysterectomy was permanent. They were 30 years old. How much time did they have?

The doctor said they could decide when they were done having children. For some reason, it seemed like she thought Lily already had kids. Maybe their trigger had truly got to them. Maybe they’d just gone insane long ago.

It wasn’t a reality they ever considered. But… what if? What if their Mistress made their trigger a reality?

Exhausted from mentally taxing themself, Lily collapsed back onto the couch.

Without noticing, they fell back asleep. Deep in their dreams, they saw glimpses of that ‘what if’. When they came to, the tear streaks had barely dried.

~~

Lily wasn’t sure what they expected to find in the mailbox aside from the typical bills and spam, but they didn’t expect to find an ornate red and black letter closed with a seal. It stood out from everything else, so it was what they looked over first. Their eyes narrowed in suspicion before widening in pleasant surprise. Their and Magnolia’s names were written out in clean cursive, and in the return address—

Hastily, they grabbed the rest of the mail and ran back inside, eagerly opening the letter. They couldn’t help but grin with excitement as they read the invitation. They unfolded the letter, a flat RSVP card falling out onto the kitchen counter on top of the spam ads and envelopes reading “YOU’RE PRE-APPROVED”. Lily held the letter in one hand and the RSVP card in the other.

They mouthed the words as they read—

Delighted guests,

Master Aiden and His pet Ruby formally invite you to a high-protocol dinner, March 14th from 6:00 pm to 1:00 am. The designated submissives will be charged with making sure our guests are properly attended to. The designated submissives will be charged with making sure our guests are attended to. Guidelines for submissives – our butlers and maids – will be sent upon RSVP. We welcome You and your property with open arms. Please send attached back with your RSVP.

Master Aiden looks forward to His dinner, and pet Ruby looks forward to serving you.

With love,

Master Aiden

pet Ruby

XOXOX

Underneath the writing was, sure enough, an RSVP slip. The options “yes”, “no”, and “perhaps” hung over another form listing allergies, specific rules, or other accessibility needs. Lily read the letter over and over, trying to squeeze meaning out of every letter of every word of every sentence. Hope and excitement were mixed with confusion and pause in a bizarre emotional cocktail. Serving at a dinner sounded fun, but… they’d never done anything like it. They served people at parties, sure, but in a very different way.

And there were rules? For the submissives to follow? It would help to know what they were, but… maybe it was similar to the table setting ritual they’d been training on? So maybe it would be safe? Or, as safe as possible for someone in Lily’s place?

Distantly, they heard footsteps approaching the front door, killing their train of thought in an instant. Haphazardly, but unable to take time to do it better, Lily threw the letter onto the closest counter. The house looked clean enough, right? They didn’t have time to check.

With milliseconds to spare, they stood at the front door at full attention. Or, mostly. Their mind drifted back to that letter, and the many ways such an event would go.

Their Mistress opened the door. Lily clasped one hand over the other and bowed their head lightly.

Magnolia turned to them, vaguely puzzled, before sighing in delight and petting her property’s hair. “Good evening, plaything,” she cooed. “You seem enthusiastic to serve.”

“Of course, Mistress,” Lily answered in a soft, trembling voice, their bashfulness slipping in through their crooked smile. “How was your, um, how may I serve you today?”

Magnolia hummed, quietly taking off her shoes and hanging up her jacket. Silence hung in the air, but differently from the past couple of weeks. Lily felt comfortable, just standing there, head bowed, knowing their place.

Their Owner lightly cupped their chin and tilted their head upwards, meeting their dopey smile with a confident smirk. Her other arm groped Lily’s arm, strolling down to their chest. Their breathing grew heavy with anticipation, as if they were just a puppy in heat. They needed to be used again, they needed it more than air.

Somehow, all of their anxieties, their doubts, just melted away.

With some hesitation, Magnolia took her hands off of Lily. A small whimper of denial left their lungs. “This just came to mind, but, hasn’t it been quite some time?”

Since what? “Yes, Mistress.”

Magnolia sighed, condescension manifest in that breath. “You don’t know what I’m talking about, do you, plaything?”

“No, Mistress.”

“It’s been a while since we’ve been on a genuine date. Don’t you think?”

“U-um…” The cogs in Lily’s mind began to turn, but Magnolia continued.

“You know, plaything. Going to a movie, a fancy theater, walking around, simply being with each other. Things have been so chaotic these past couple of weeks, but even so, when was the last time we simply existed as Owner and owned, toy?”

Lily opened their mouth, but all that they managed was a long exhale. They didn’t know. That felt like something they should remember, and yet…

Actually – this conversation was perfect timing. “Mistress, well, actually, something came in the mail.”

“Oh is that so? I didn’t think the post office would actually be functional,,” Magnolia teased back, lightly caressing their cheek. “What was it, plaything?”

“U-um, I put it over here.” Magnolia moved to walk in front of Lily as they made their way into the kitchen. Magnolia eyed the haphazardly folded letter as Lily grabbed it off the table. “It’s from Ruby and Aiden. They’re – they’re, um, inviting us to some kind of protocol dinner?” Magnolia’s eyes widened, a spark of something flying across them. Lily gripped the paper tighter, blushing as they continued. “It sounds fun. And, maybe, um, we can make it a date before? And - and then go, or we can just go, or something…”

Magnolia took a look at the paper, her eyes narrowing. She either was reading it extremely slowly, or she was admiring the fine penmanship. Either way, she stayed silent for some time, before Lily’s anxiety kicked in. “Uh, we don’t have to go, if–”

“Shh,” she quieted harshly. “I didn’t give you permission to speak, plaything.”

“R-right,” Lily quieted, lowering their head and putting one hand over the other. “I apologize, Mistress.”

Magnolia didn’t reply to that. In a way, Lily was grateful - they weren’t enjoying constantly feeling coddled by the woman who they loved for how she dealt pain and unfair punishment. Maybe… she was starting to think of how to go back to how things were? Or, no. She was just reading the letter, and considering, and Lily had no right to pry into her inner monologue.

Finally, she put it down on the table quietly. Lily gulped, a nervous smile twisting their lips.

“It sounds lovely,” she finally answered. “I would love to go with you.”

Lily could hardly contain their excitement. They squealed, adding “Thank you so much, Mis–”

“I wasn’t done,” Magnolia turned to Lily and narrowed her eyes, silencing them instantly. Lily clasped their hands over their mouth to hold back a small reflexive squeak of terror. “I would love to go with you. Although, in case your tiny brain felt overworked just now, I want to clarify. Most… traditional dominants are extremely strict about the rules, and should a servant make too many mistakes or transgressions, they – and their Dominant – will be asked to leave.”

A fair bit of the excitement in Lily withered in their stomach. They knew what she was saying, even if she wasn’t being crystal clear about it. Given all that had happened the last few days, they supposed it wasn’t absurd to voice this anxiety. This potential outcome. And yet, that didn’t stop it from hurting. Why? Why did it hurt so much? They didn’t want to be treated lightly, but even a rebuke like this left them feeling hurt, and not in a good way. What the hell did they even want?

“I have faith that you can do this,” she continued, “but I need to know this won’t make… everything worse.”

Lily bit their lip, clasping one hand over the other, intertwining their fingers anxiously. It took everything in them to maintain eye contact with their Owner, even if they weren’t focusing on her eyes. Sure, they could say that it wouldn’t, that they could handle something like this, that they promised they were ready. But would that be a lie? Lily didn’t know.

And yet…

”I… I want to try, Mistress,” Lily quietly said, a nervous smile creeping on their face. “I - I think I can handle this. At least, I, I want to think I can.”

Magnolia, almost cautiously, lifted a hand to Lily’s face and caressed their cheek gently. So gently, yet keeping her grip firm enough to make Lily remember how she owned them, in their entirety. Lily’s eyes almost misted over once again. “It’s likely that the other Dominants will not be exactly forgiving or generous should you make any mistakes.” Unsaid, and sparking mixed emotions, was the like I am.

”I know, Mistress.”

Magnolia’s grip tightened. She looked Lily up and down, trying to suss out any weakness or insecurity or uncertainty. Lily gulped as they stood in agonizing silence. Finally, she answered. “Very well, my loyal Lily. I will write the RSVP, and you’ll go out and send it tomorrow morning. Understood?”

A smile broke across their face, like the sun coming out from behind clouds that had been there forever. “Of course, Mistress! Thank you, Mistress!”

Lily wanted to think they were truly happy in that moment. But a bubble of dread and uncertainty boiled in their gut. Surely smiling wider would make it go away.

“That reminds me,” Magnolia threw the letter onto the table and spoke up again. “Your calls. You did them, right?”

Lily’s smile faltered. Of course this good moment wouldn’t last forever.

“Yes, Mistress,” they replied quietly, lowering their stance. “It was… hard. But I did it.”

“Good plaything. I know it was hard.” Magnolia reached over and pulled Lily in close by their head, gently petting their hair as they collapsed into her chest. “And? Care to share anything of note?”

Well, first of all, I probably shouldn’t have your kids because I’d potentially pass this piece of shit gene onto them, also I’m probably going to get cancer in my reproductive system. Oh, by the way, this will also essentially put me into menopause, kill our sex life, and probably make you leave me immediately, again.

Or that’s what Lily would say, if they were feeling just a bit more bitter. It was unrealistic, emotional, and not very smart. Mostly just words that would probably land them in a lot of trouble. But… maybe Lily wanted that? Somewhere deep in that instinctive sense of submission?

For a while, Lily just stood there, before deciding to just shake their head into their Mistress’s chest. “Can I… tell you later, Mistress? I… I need some time to process… things.”

Magnolia nodded, gripping Lily’s hair gently, firmly. “Of course. Whenever you’re ready.”

Maybe it was best that she wasn’t pressing the matter. Lily could bawl out their anxieties later. At least, they hoped.

~~

Lily knew that they said they were prepared. They said they knew what they were enlisting in. They were prepared to jump back into the wide world of high protocol training, filled equal parts with joy and horror.

And then Ruby sent over a PDF of the submissive servant guidelines. At first, Lily thought the 25-page length was just because of illustrations, or something, but a quick skim proved that wrong. Every page was single spaced, in 9 point font, and the only pictures present were fairly small, inline, and showed minor imperfections and what ‘to do’ instead. They’d had no idea there was a ‘correct’ way to clasp one hand over the other.

If Lily didn’t know better, they’d have assumed that Ruby’s message signing off with “We can’t wait to see you!” was their new friend making fun of them.

Even now, looking at it during a break in their run, they couldn’t help but whisper “The fuck?”

They tried their hardest to actually read the rules, but their eyes kept slipping past the words after a bit. Every page was more dense and confusing than the last. The amount of rules made the protocols they’d been trained on before look like simple household chores. They were supposed to memorize all of this? In the next, what, two weeks? They tried to break it down into small sections, more than they were already broken down into, but it was no use. Lily sat on whatever bench, bewildered, confused, unsure quite what to do. Should they ask their Mistress for help? What if she decided this meant they weren’t ready?

Lily groaned and turned off their phone, bending down against their tired legs.

Maybe… that autopilot trigger could help with this? Somehow? Weren’t they supposed to be better at obeying than thinking, or whatever? Ugh. Was this some huge mistake?

Lily shook themselves out, trying to refocus on running back home, to mixed success. Whenever they needed to rest, they’d open up the PDF, try to understand it just a little more, and then fail, and feel even more defeated.

Finally, they got back home. Their whole body was shrieking. This was what they were supposed to be good at. Why was this, of all things, so hard on them?

Exhausted – physically and mentally – Lily collapsed onto the couch the second they got home. They probably should have taken care of their chores already, but fuck it, they could mope just for a second. Would it… really be the end of the world if they backed out? Would Ruby blame them? Would their Mistress?

Would they blame themself?

The silence and the dread began to truly get to them. At once, Lily forced themself onto their feet, to take care of the easiest, most mindless of chores. Though… they didn’t quite know what to do. Practice the protocols? They hardly even knew where to start. They tried to go over some of the standing still positions, but every time they checked the references, they had a finger out of place, hair covering parts of their eyes, or their chin wasn’t not tilted at the right angle. Something was always wrong.

Lily eventually sighed, defeated. But they weren’t given much time to wallow in their confusion, as the door opened soon after they gave up. With a skip of their heart, they skipped over to the door, greeting their Mistress with an anxiety-ridden smile on their face.

Initially they had hoped that she wouldn’t catch the nerves coating their smile. Lily was stupid for hoping for that, obviously.

Of course their Mistress noticed.

“You look more stupid than usual,” Magnolia chided, flicking Lily’s forehead with her fingers. “What’s got you so riled up, plaything?”

“I-I, well, um—” Lily gulped down their stammering and answered the question. “Ruby… well, she and Aiden I guess, sent the protocols for the dinner. And – and I was looking them over, Mistress.”

“Hmm,” Magnolia idly scratched the underside of Lily’s chin. Lily had to keep themself standing up, lest they melt from the sheer joy and bliss ripping through them. “Well, that doesn’t seem so bad, does it? After all, you’re so good at following orders, aren’t you?”

Lily had to bite their tongue for a moment. “Y-yes, Mistress.”

“And you know that any rules they set would be an extension of my orders, yes?”

Lily faltered. They opened their mouth to answer, but Magnolia noticed the hesitation, grabbed their neck, choked them, and pressed them against the wall. Her grip didn’t relent as she emphasized “You’d know that, yes, plaything?”

Lily gasped for air against the sudden movement, the wind taken out of them as their Mistress growled in a low, hot breath. And yet, it wasn’t like they could lie to their Mistress. Not ever. Even if that would give them the luxury of a postponed punishment.

“M-Mistress, I,” they tried to speak with little air in their diaphragm, “understand, but, ah…” Lily’s eyes rolled back as Magnolia’s grip tightened on their throat. Lily continued to mutter incomprehensible nothings, and eventually Magnolia’s impatience burrowed over.

With a scoff, she shoved them into the wall again, then let go. “Well, seeing as you’re so uncertain with your ability to obey, I suppose we have no other choice than to correct that, don’t we?” she murmured, narrowing her eyes, and Lily cowered before her steely gaze. “Luckily, I had a little idea on the way home, thinking about this same event.”

Their breath froze. “An… idea?” Lily echoed.

“Yes, you stupid idiot. Some of us still have those, you know. Isn’t that nice? I wonder if you remember what new ideas feel like.”

They knew they were being made fun of. But that was normal, familiar. That was why they gave an uneven smile, nodded, and slurred out, “Of course, Mistress!”

“Good. At least you’re eager to learn. I can work with that.” She snapped her fingers loudly, eyes glaring into Lily’s soul. “I want to see you on our bed with your clothes off, lying on your back. You have two minutes.”

Already turning on their heel the moment she had begun to speak, Lily acknowledged and began to obey the command. But before they could get too far, Magnolia stopped them with a firm grasp on their shoulder. “Oh, and before you get to act like a slob anymore, fold your clothes neatly before I’m there, too. I’m not going to tolerate any more laziness.” She let go, her stern expression melting into a sadistic smile. “But I’m sure you knew at least that, you stupid fucktoy.”

Lily nodded quickly, twirling their hands together as they did when they were nervous.

“So you agree? You’re a stupid fucktoy?”

They had never agreed with anything more in recent days. Or wanted to agree with anything more. “Yes! Yes, Mistress, I’m just a – just your stupid fucktoy, Mistress!”

Magnolia’s widening smirk, combined with the self-degradation, made Lily need to suppress a pleasured moan. With a sharp spank, suppression wasn’t an option anymore.

Lily’s heart raced. Any thoughts of anything less sexy than having their brains fucked out seemed impossible to them. Let alone anything happening outside this one moment. They swiftly took off their clothes, barely not tearing them at the seams, folding each one as gingerly as they could with their shaky hands.

Unconsciously, their hand moved to their crotch, their bottom lips already twitching in anticipation…

But they stopped. They hadn’t been given permission, after all. But when they pulled their lacy black panties down, a strand of discharge stuck to them before breaking. Upon seeing that, Lily’s legs almost gave out. Not touching themself was proving to be a challenge. When was the last time they had felt so excited? So motivated to be good, to obey?

Resisting their body’s urge for them to fall down and spend the rest of the evening pleasuring themself, Lily climbed up onto the bed, completely naked. Need consumed them, but they needed to obey even more. Laying on their back, their mind swirled with possibilities and fantasies. Their heart pounded in their chest, almost audible.

It didn’t take long for their Mistress to follow. Magnolia was already shedding her suit jacket and pants with deliberate urgency. Lily could see through her panties that she was already hard, and there was a wet spot that looked like precum on the cloth. It didn’t take long for her to climb on top of them, a bundle of rope untangling in her hand as she tied them together. Agonizingly slowly, yet somehow far too fast, she restrained them until they could barely move. Instinctively, they pushed against the restraints, testing them, but they couldn’t move much. They couldn’t escape their Mistress. Good.

This was where they belonged. For some reason, they felt like they could hear the words welcome home. This was home. This was where they should be.

What was going to become of them? They didn’t know. They didn’t need to. As long as they belonged to Mistress, it didn’t matter. They were useful. They were-

The blue plus sign flashed before their eyes.

Lily visibly winced, their face twisting into the not-so-horny type of anxiety.

They thought they hid it well – or at least, so they prayed. But just as they reoriented themself back into the scene, their Mistress coming back into a clear view, their heart sank. The previously cruel grin was a concerned frown. Lily’s breath stopped.

“Lily,” she spoke slowly. Concerned. Concerned. Fucking concerned. Lily had to bite their lip to not interrupt. “Are you alright?”

Lily’s expression screamed otherwise, but it didn’t matter. It couldn’t. They nodded. “Yes. I’m fine, Mistress. Thank you.”

Magnolia’s eyes narrowed. She clearly didn’t believe that, and Lily didn’t blame her. An uncomfortable silence hovered in the air as Lily desperately tried to cling to that blissful euphoria that’d overtaken them seconds before, and their Mistress only seemed to stare harder.

“You’re lying,” she said calmly. It wasn’t a question or an interrogation. It was a simple statement of fact. “Do you really think you can slip something like that past me?”

Lily’s hands clinged to the bedsheets, almost ripping through the deluxe fabric in… Ecstasy? Fear? Anger? Who knew? “I’m sorry, Mistress,” they whimpered.

Magnolia exhaled quietly through her nose, beginning to sit up. In a rush, as if the last bit of their pleasure depended on it, Lily continued. “I just – I just got distracted. I remembered something one of – one of the doctors said. It just popped in my head. I’m okay, Mistress! I promise.”

She opened her mouth, clearly about to say something. But she looked away, choosing her words carefully. I can’t lose this feeling. I can’t.

“What’s the stoplight?” she finally asked.

“Green,” Lily asserted, before she was even finished asking the question.

Pause.

“Are you sure, Lily?”

“Yes, Mistress. Green.”

They stared at each other for a while - Magnolia trying to scan Lily’s fragile state, and Lily trying to see how much their Mistress was convinced that Lily was truly okay.

“Very well,” she resigned.

Lily exhaled in complete and utter relief. They hadn’t even noticed how tense their breathing had become. “Thank you, Mis–”

SLAP

A sharp pain burst across their cheek as their Mistress’s hand whipped across their face. Whatever Lily was about to say evaporated, and they were shoved right back into subspace where they belonged. She growled in their shivering face, drool dripping down onto Lily’s chest as she grabbed their breasts and tore into their skin with her fingernails. A shrill cry was ripped from Lily’s throat, and their anxiety burst into dust and shreds.

They didn’t matter. That included their messed up genetics. All that mattered was what their Mistress wanted.

Magnolia grabbed a fistful of Lily’s hair, pulling them from the ropes. “What do you think I’m going to do to you, plaything?”

“U-um…” Lily scrambled. “Are you… going to fuck me?”

Magnolia smirked. “In a sense. I had something like that in mind.”

Well, that was a vague and unhelpful answer. Not like Lily was expecting anything else. “Are you g-going to trance me?”

“Hmm,” Magnolia traced the outline of Lily’s arms idly. “I suppose you’ll go into trance. But not of your own volition, and not because I’ll guide you there.”

Lily gave a small hum of confusion, not knowing what Magnolia meant. But knowing her, they just knew it was something much worse (better) than they could ever guess.

And they were right.

Magnolia pulled Lily’s head up even higher, her lips molecules from Lily’s ear. “You’ll go into trance because you’ll have nowhere else to go. I’ll make the waking world a nightmare for you. So you’ll run. You’ll run into the depths of your mind. And even then, when you think it’s safe, I will catch you. Because you can’t run, Lily. I will find you, and I will break you, wherever you go.”

“U-um…”

Magnolia pressed a firm index finger to Lily’s lips, silencing whatever concern might have plagued their tiny brain. “Ah, yes, I had something I wanted to tell you, my dear, broken flower.”

”W-what is it, Mistr—“

Lily saw Magnolia’s face twist into pure malevolence. That was the last thing they saw before—

Magnolia whispered sweetly into Lily’s ear, a single word that tore Lily’s soul from flesh.

”Fill.”

And just like that, ten torturous seconds began. Lily gasped sharply, voice turning into pained screams as they felt every iota of some massive phantom tendril forcing its way into their cunt. Their eyes rolled up as that first second passed. Already they could feel the tendril shaking with anticipation. Whether or not they knew it was fake didn’t matter. It felt real. So real.

To add insult to glorious injury, Magnolia’s knee roughly kicked Lily’s crotch. They let out a shriek of pain. Tears finally fell from their eyes, spilling across their cheeks. Magnolia licked them up and cackled at their misery.

Then, phase two.

Lily’s hips arched upwards with the waves of hot cum filling every single inch of their body. Their womb felt stuffed to the brim, and they could all but feel cum spilling out of their hole. Were they moaning in pleasure or crying in agony? Even they couldn’t tell, but whatever it was, they wanted more. The cum filled them up, more and more, until they were more cum than human.

“Isn’t this nice, Lily?” Magnolia cooed, completely unfazed by her submissive’s screaming. “You’re going to become a parent! And you’re going to be so good at it. It doesn’t matter if none of this is real. I’m saying it’s real, so it is. And you’re going to feel every—“ Magnolia’s fingers slid effortlessly into Lily’s cunt, immediately fingerfucking them at a speed the cum-drenched Lily couldn’t comprehend. “Fucking, piece of me, taking over you. So I’ll own you not only on the outside. But on the inside, too. Isn’t that lovely, Lily?”

Lily barely managed to open their eyes, and even when they did, their vision of Magnolia blurred and doubled. Even their vision was all cum. “Mis… tress…”

”Isn’t it?” Magnolia repeated, her sickeningly sweet tone turning into twisted impatience.

Lily wasn’t sure whether or not they actually responded. But they heard themself speaking the word ‘yes’. Or maybe that affirmative was torn from them without their will, too.

Their eyes grew blurry through a thin veil of tears. The cum gathered together in their womb, and the phantom presence of new life emerged. Subconsciously, their hands drifted to the womb, a storm of emotions, thoughts, sensations, buzzing through their entire body. The seconds passed as if through molasses. And then-

“Fill.”

Lily gasped in shock, their body shaking in twinned pain and delight. That spark of life had barely come alight as the breeding trigger took hold of them once more. Phantom tendrils – one? Two? Who knew? – jammed into their pussy. Were they stretching them to the breaking point, or were they overlapping, cheating space itself to fuck them? Lily couldn’t tell. All they knew was every inch of their hole was crammed with their essence, barely giving them time to breathe in between thrusts.

Where the last phase usually felt the most intense emotionally, Lily barely noticed it. Their survival instincts had sparked into force, focused elsewhere. They needed to escape… right? They couldn’t even think of why or what they needed to escape, all they knew was they did. Weakly, as the essence of the first mental impregnation faded, their hands grabbed the sheets and tried desperately to pull their body upwards, away from wherever… wherever their mind knew the phallus was coming from.

But they weren’t going to get away so easily. Or at all. Magnolia’s knees slammed on top of Lily’s legs, preventing them from escape. Not that they were going to win that battle, anyways.

“I told you, my prized chalice,” she licked the underside of her lips, “you can’t escape. You’re trapped here.”

Lily moaned, bound to the bed, into their exact space, as if they were strapped to the finest fucking machine known to mankind. They wailed as the second wave of cum erupted inside them, overflowing their veins–

“Fill.”

Lily couldn’t take it. Their need to survive, to get away from the merciless sex demon, took over. “Nnnnoooooo,” they cried out, “nnnoooo more–”

Magnolia grabbed tightly onto their chin, silencing their wails of agony. “No? Did I just hear you say no? When did I give you permission to say that?”

Lily gasped. Gasps turned into hyperventilating, as cum filled them up to the brink of their skin, and as the fucking from – what was it now, some kind of eldritch tentacle monster? – picked up.

“Fill.”

“Ssstooppppp—” It didn’t matter if Lily, objectively, knew that they weren’t allowed to resist. Their body did it for them. It resisted the fucking. The cumming. The impregnating. All of it. Their legs hurt to high hell, and their pussy burned bright hot. Where had that enthusiasm gone?

Clearly, Magnolia didn’t want to be told to stop, either. “Fill,” she said, once more, enunciating every single sound of the word.

“Nnooooooo!” It was too much. Their body couldn’t take it. The second one eager thrusts from an enormous member ended, another one began. The second their body stopped filling with cum, just as it began to dissipate, cum filled their body near bursting again. The second one fragment of a child disappeared, another appeared, like they were some baby factory in a dystopian novel.

Some baby factory in a dystopian novel.

Lily’s mind latched onto that image, their brain taking a wild turn. As if to get away from what was happening, and go somewhere else. Their eyes rolled in their head. They could see it. Their Mistress selling them to some kind of breeding grounds, for grueling twelve-hour shifts, being fucked time after time. Blindfolded. Gagged. Bound. Not even knowing who was impregnating them. That not even mattering.

At that moment, the forced pleasure, spurred by their twisted fantasies, boiled over. They clutched the mattress and shrieked in agony as their first orgasm took them. Either Magnolia didn’t care or didn’t notice. All the while, as Lily rode through their orgasm, they saw vivid flashes of that fantasy, where Lily didn’t have the choice to get any kind of surgery or any say in the matter. Where they were forced to bear child after child, brutally bred in the process.

Lily blinked hard. They still couldn’t see straight. Was that what they wanted? No. What they wanted didn’t matter. Nothing about them, their wishes, or their desires mattered.

Before they could actually come back from their new forced fantasy, they felt their body seize up again. They felt another cock ramming into them. Hard. Fast. Rough. It only occurred to them a couple seconds in that Magnolia had used the trigger again. What was happening? Why?

Suddenly, they saw red.

“Aaahhh…?” Lily’s previously unrelenting screaming paused for just a second. Their breathing slowed, only enough to gain enough consciousness to realize what was going on.

Their heart almost stopped at what they saw. They only had a moment to process it before they were again overtaken by the violent thrusts, the churning of their organs into stew. They saw blood. Their own blood. How? Magnolia was cutting their left thigh with a slender, elegant knife. That was what they saw, at least. But that couldn’t be right. Why would she do something like that? They had neither the bandwidth to comprehend it, nor the willpower to question it. They weren’t even sure they wanted to.

“I figured you were taking too long to go into trance,” she purred, edging the knife deep enough to scar, “so I’ll mark how many minutes it takes. Consider this a warning to your subconscious, Lily. You don’t want me to destroy my property, do you?”

Lily felt their own hot blood protruding from inside them. Magnolia finished her slice with a graceful motion, staring at her mark with a self-satisfied, smug grin.

Whatever sick, twisted logic she was using was lost on Lily. And yet, she was right. That much Lily knew. Mistress was right. It didn’t matter where, when, or in what scenario. Lily didn’t want Mistress Magnolia to destroy her own property, of course not! But they had to go into trance. Why did they have to go into trance again?

Lily had only begun to wrack their brain for answers when stage three of their trigger had happened, for what felt like the nth time. Within that terrifying, blissful moment, a jolt sparked in Lily’s brain, making them realize that something was missing. One form of fear was replaced with another. But what were they so scared of–

“Fill.”

They didn’t have time to finish that thought as the trigger returned with a vengeance. Once more, their hole was used as a cocksleeve, and their womb was used as a mating ground. All in the worst, best, most painful, most wonderful ways. As if not learning their lesson, Lily began struggling again, trying to get away from the inevitable thrashing. Except this time they had the added reinforcement of their one petite cut on their thigh.

Another sharp pain pierced their skin as Magnolia began creating a second slice in Lily’s skin. She was meticulous and brutal all at the same time. Lily faintly noticed how many streaks of tears painted their cheeks, as a couple more dropped down. They could almost feel multiple phallus shaped tendrils holding them down, when in reality they were mostly held down by their own agony with a bit of help from their Mistress. All the while they wailed noises that sounded vaguely like “no” and “stop”.

“That’s two minutes, since I’m guessing you can’t count right now,” she teased, gently pushing the knife in a tad deeper than the last one. “What are you doing, plaything? What’s the hold up? Perhaps you just haven’t gotten your fill in?”

That word was much louder than any of the other words their Mistress had uttered. Lily’s body shattered once more, already fragmented pieces cracking into even smaller ones. They lost track of how many times they’d been impregnated long ago, and they were quickly losing track of the seconds passing by. If they’d orgasmed again, they hadn’t registered it. Once again their body twitched, their legs instinctively moving together.

As if they hadn’t been punished enough, Magnolia grabbed one of their twitching ankles and forced it to spread out. Quickly working, she attached it to one of the under bed cuffs, binding it in place. Lily’s other leg didn’t have much recourse against the phantom cock tearing their core apart, but that didn’t matter to Magnolia. She firmly grabbed the other leg, and tied it to the opposite cuff. With even more free access to Lily’s hole, invisible cum filled their soaked insides once again.

Lily’s voice grew hoarse. They felt a sharp pain across their leg. Mistress must be cutting me again, Lily thought they thought. Even their thoughts were slipping away from them, running through the cracks of their fingers like water. They didn’t know what was going on, and knew all too well, at the same time.

“Ahahaha, that’s it!” Magnolia cackled, her voice a pure note of cruelty. “That’s the beautiful face I want to see, plaything! Enjoy this! Feel every single second, every inch of it, and bask in it! I want you to remember this for the rest of your life!”

Lily’s eyelids fluttered open and close. Was their Mistress saying something? Yes… they could tell. They knew what she was saying. Their face must have looked a way she liked. That was good. They wanted to feel this. To remember every second of this, every second of their Mistress.

They hardly even noticed it, but the cum formed a mass Lily almost knew. They felt it viscerally, somehow even more than usual, even with how distant everything seemed. And almost on cue, as that presence faded, Magnolia flicked their forehead and spoke—

“Drop.”

Lily didn’t have to be asked twice. They fell into trance, quite literally. They didn’t walk down a staircase into elegant submission, nor fall down it into helplessness. They were pushed off the staircase, leaned into the push, and fell somewhere deeper.

They went into trance because they had nowhere else to go. Magnolia was right. She was so smart. Oh, how they could only dream of being as smart as she was. They felt sick. Physically sick, but less so. They were, at the core, sick with love and devotion for their Mistress.

“There you go, Lily,” they heard her talking. They let out a soft gasp as they felt their Mistress’s fingers circling their aching lips. They moaned softly as she continued. “As I speak to you, I want you to feel everything. Hear everything. The exhaustion, the pain, how much misery you endure for my sake… all of it is so lovely, is it not?”

They nodded. They heard their Owner laugh warmly, but with that tantalizingly sharp edge.

“It is indeed. And that trigger gives you such painful ecstasy, does it not?”

This time, they giggled as they nodded. Yeah, it did! It was awful in the best way. Magnolia gently cupped their chin.

“You know, watching you scream and struggle is wonderful for me as well. But of course you knew that. Because I’m all you truly know. Not any of your other friends. Nothing happening outside of our dynamic. You know nothing except your Owner. Your Goddess. And yet… if we want to go on dates, if you want me to show you off, hell, if you want to just watch one of your silly videos, it’s rather inconvenient for you to scream in pleasure in public.” Her fingers slipped into their hole, feeling around their sore walls. They were so lubricated that they didn’t even need any more foreplay.

“Inconvenient to me, that is. You know I don’t really care about your comfort or embarrassment, or lack thereof. It’s not important, is it? Not as important as your Mistress’s pleasure. And yet, think about how much it would inconvenience me! We can’t have that, can we?” They didn’t have time to shake their head. Magnolia grabbed their chin and did it for them. Moving their body was as smooth as butter, as glass. “So do you think I’m going to just pause the fill trigger while we’re out and about?

At the mention of the word, their body flailed in trance uselessly, groaning and moaning. They weren’t even sure if they could feel it, at this point. But still, they knew the feeling all the same. After an eternity of ten seconds, after their useless flailing ceased, Magnolia continued.

“But of course it’s not going to be that simple! Of course not. That’s boring, plaything. Such a stupid idea, only you could come up with it! So let me tell your body what it’s going to do.”

She moved close to their face, dangerously close. Gazing into their entranced eyes, she spoke. “When I say the word fill—“ already they began feeling the effects a little, gasping lightly. “And when we’re out in public, where people can see us — hell, when you’re out and about…”

Magnolia tenderly placed a hand on their womb, petting it softly. “You’re going to feel it. As rough as usual. As painful as usual. As long as usual. The same way you— no, the same way I like it. But this gorgeous face that I paid a third of a million dollars for?” She caressed their cheek. “It’s going to be just. The same. As it is. You’re not going to react outside. Lily on the outside can just go about their business, doing whatever stupid things Lily does day to day… but when you hear that sweet word—“ they braced themself, but the trigger never came, “you’ll feel it. Even if you walk around with a stone cold expression, even when you’re talking with a stranger, even standing perfectly still like a statue, you’ll feel every bit of that trigger. The phantom tendrils, the fluids filling you up, and myself owning you on the inside for just a few seconds. You’ll feel all of it. All of it. But you won’t twitch, moan, or even blink in response. Not because you don’t want to. But because I told you this is how it’ll be.”

Magnolia gripped their chin tightly. “We’ll test this out later. And if for some godforsaken reason, this suggestion doesn’t work, you’ll hold yourself together. Even if it hurts. Even if it feels like heaven. Because you don’t want to inconvenience me. It’s not in your nature — your nature as my owned flower.”

They wilted at the thought of embarrassing their Mistress. They couldn’t bear that thought. That nightmare.

“Oh, Lily. My devoted property. I know you will do well. I know you will.”

They sighed, a dopey smile crossing their face, and through their half open eyes, they could see Magnolia with a similar expression.

She leaned back down over them, lightly touching their foreheads again. “I’m not fond of giving you heads up for this trigger, but… I’m going to set it off once more. And when you come to, you will come out of trance. Take as long as you need, plaything. I won’t want you rushing to get out of your breeding. Understand?”

With a bit of nerves, they hummed and nodded.

“Good.” Magnolia inhaled, as if she were about to scream.

If anyone was screaming, though, it was them.

“Fill.”

~~

When Lily mostly came to, the first thing they felt was pain. Then, they noticed feeling sticky and warm, as if they’d just been gangbanged for hours on end. Then they felt full. And then with some amount of effort, Lily’s eyes focused on Magnolia’s face.

She was smiling, and that made Lily smile back. If their Mistress was happy, so were they.

Slowly, as Lily continued to grasp at consciousness again, Magnolia undid their restraints, and from under the bed, pulled out a first aid kit. Right… the knives… the cutting… where did she get those ideas? They hissed in pain as the sensations hit them, as Magnolia tended to and bandaged them. She was taking care of them… Lily was truly lucky.

Holding onto that feeling, Lily closed their eyes again and smiled. Not to sleep or go into trance. Just to relax. Feel themself next to their Mistress, in their puddle of imaginary fluids.

Imaginary… right? Lily’s hand drifted back to their womb, and they felt something familiar. Hot, sticky, and sensual. Their face went red as they realized it was their Mistress’ semen.

“I figured since you went and came without permission, I could use your body for my benefit while you were coming to,” she snickered. “Get it? Coming to? I’d hope you would. Lowbrow humor suits you.”

Before Lily could agree, Magnolia scooped some of her own cum with her index finger, and shoved it into Lily’s mouth. Lily gagged for a second at the suddenness of it, before sucking on her fingers and swallowing the cum. Just like a good plaything. Magnolia didn’t remove her hands, relishing in the sight of Lily sucking away obediently.

“You don’t mind, do you?” Lily couldn’t answer, of course, but they tried to nod anyway. Of course they didn’t mind. More so than ever, they relished it. In their Mistress using their body as a toy, without worrying about silly things like their consent or permission.

Eventually, she retracted her fingers with a satisfying popping noise. Slowly, she pulled back, until the strand of her cum and Lily’s saliva snapped, and she collapsed next to Lily.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Lily whispered, tears forming in the corner of their eyes. From what? They didn’t know.

“For what, plaything?”

Lily wasn’t quite sure themself. Everything, and nothing in particular, nothing they could put into words. But they knew they were grateful to their Mistress, and that was all they needed to know in that moment.

~~

In the middle of the night, Lily’s phone buzzed. They must have been sleeping lightly, because it jolted them awake. Hesitantly, Lily reached out for the phone on their bedside table, and turned it on.

Confused, they read it. Then, concerned, read it again. And again, in horror.

>UNKNOWN: You are a terrible submissive.