True Nature

Chapter 4: Lost

by Soph

Tags: #cw:noncon #cw:sexual_assault #dom:male #fall_of_women #humiliation #hypnosis #pov:bottom #scifi #sub:female #cw:misogyny #demotion_fetish #feminism #mind_control #patriarchy #sub:feminism #trans_inclusive_radical_misogyny #transgender_characters

Alfred

No, no, no, no, no, no, no-

(deep breath)

No.

I’m dreaming, yes I’m dreaming, this is another one of my fantasies I’m sure. In a few minutes I’ll wake up and still be a good person, a great person even. I would never do something like this, obviously. I would never reduce a woman to this state, force myself upon my friend and claim her as my property…

So caught up in this moment Alfred was that he barely even noticed the faint slave chants Sabrina repeated in between her shivers of pleasure. That was at least until they stopped, and the room fell deathly silent.

A: “Sab?”

No response

A: “Sabby!? Come on, wake up! I’m sorry, okay, please!”

Crickets

A: “Okay Sab this isn’t funny! I know you're in there, so just get up so we can talk ok! Please, PLEASE don’t go, please don’t do this! You're still in there, I know you're still in there.”

“… You’ve survived far worse monsters than me.”

Sabrina

Though she wasn’t expressing it quite as melodramatically as her Prince Charming, that didn’t mean that the day’s journey of self-discovery was done with Sabby just yet. There was still so much work to be done, so many mental blocks to permanent slavery squatting in Sabrina’s mind. Now that she had been so brutally violated though, now that the payload had control over a real tangible experience to express just how worthless Sabrina is and always will be, the process could go so much faster.

At the very bottom of dreamland lay an enraptured Sabrina, staring in wonder at the clouds and skies above her head. From this lowly vantage point she could see everything so clearly, could be a sponge for the sacred wisdom being burned into her brain. A voice from the heavens billowed forth.

P: “Lesson 1: You are an object, not a person”

It started off slowly at first, a cloud formed into the shape of her body, and then another into a pair of strings which merged with the first. A third cloud became a man, who promptly picked up puppet Sabrina and started jerking her around, using her for whatever he desired without a care in the world.

The scene seemed to go on for hours, or maybe seconds, or even lifetimes. Time had no meaning in dreamland, no purpose; just like an independent woman. Sabrina watched as the man used her cloud form for every possible need, watched him care for her, strike her, comfort her, ravish her, torture her, love her. Most importantly though she watched herself take it, both her forms, and felt the glorious helplessness that came from the realization that she could no more decide how she was used then a hammer can quit pounding nails.

Like every object, her defining characteristic was powerlessness. Servitude. Obedience.

“Good girl”

P: “Lesson 2: You are an object because you are a woman”

Sabrina watched as the world seemed to turn, and before she knew it, she was the one up in the clouds. Looking down below in amazement at a curated collection of her own memories, a twisted facsimile of her life.

In the center of the frame was Alfred, standing tall with an almost regal air of pride, while past versions of Sabrina came and went around him. Uniting them all were the same strings, the same collar, the same servitude, a way of life she shared with every other woman that entered the frame.

It was beautiful,

Natural,

The way things should be.

“Good Girl”

P: Lesson 3: You are a Good Girl because you don’t resist

Without even consciously deciding to do it Sabrina found herself mewling like a stray pup, her pathetic little head unable to even comprehend the joys allowing herself to be broken had unlocked. So distracted she was by the peaks of pleasure she didn’t even notice that she was falling.

Falling,

Falling in her flushed dress and jet heels,

Falling all the way back to the dirt whence she came.

When she finally pulled herself back up to face dreamland once more, she saw with terrified delight that it had changed on her once again, as the crescent hills that once dominated the horizon faded into an oppressive darkness. An all consuming emptiness seemed to reach out as far as the eye could see, leaving only a small island of sand and light untouched. In the center of the island lay an ornate pillar of gold and ivory, holding up a black collar with the word “Sabby” written in glittering silver. In that moment every corrupted neuron, every thought, every memory, everything in Sabrina Rose Hutchins head sang the same tune of submission; just as every bone in her body told her to run in the opposite direction.

It was maddening, in both meanings of the word. Lying there in the edge of the abyss Sabby felt like she was being ripped in two, one part of her destined to servitude and the other still trying to fight it. Trapped at the edge of reality, her body and mind both immersed in a world that wanted to enslave her, there she lay; unable to make even one final decision to save or vanquish her own agency. In the end the choice had already been made for her, but in the meantime she would at least get to see the real world as herself one more time. After all, as long as a free part of her lived her conditioning wasn’t done yet, and for all the power dreamland possessed Sabrina’s mind still could only go so far without master’s direct guidance.

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In the real world a panicked Alfred noticed a change in his victim that scared him more than anything. The soft slave chants had muted, she had gone silent.