True Nature
Chapter 6: No?
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
Sabrina
Brain, why do I do this to myself?
Here I am, sitting right aside from the most wonderful man in the world. He’s offering me a gift, he loves me, and yet somehow I’ve convinced myself he’s about to collar me.
I know it's not true. It’s not true, because he would never stoop that low. He loves me. I don’t know what he’s holding, I don’t know what he meant when he said he would gift me “freedom”; but it is absolutely monstrous that I assumed it was a collar just because it kind of looks like one. It’s time to turn back the clock on my selfish hysteria. This terror I am feeling is not real. It is my fault. Once I calm down it will all be better. Once I calm down everything will make sense again. Alfred is a wonderful man, and this is all my fault.
It’s my fault, so I can fix it.
I’m sorry Alfie.
S: That’s very pretty Alfie… What is it?
A: Like I said, freedom. Liberation if you prefer.
S: I… uh… I don’t understand.
A: Sabby I know you; I know that you're suffering. It took me a long time to admit it, but now I finally understand. You belong to me. You belong under me. That is how the world always was, and that’s what it's returning to now.
S: Alfie I-
A: Silence.
A: You asked me to protect you and I am, first and foremost, from yourself.
I have to get out of here, I have to serve. I mean run, I have to submit, NO, run!
As Sabby clambered out of the chair and painfully tried to get away, she felt it. A phantom sensation, coiling around her neck. It was cold and heavy, and seemed to drain her of her strength with every second it oppressed her.
A: Oh Sabby, you didn’t really think you could just leave could you? This is the world now, a man’s world.
In less than an instant, a set of phantom chains arose to tie her phantom collar to her, to its, rightful overlord. The result was as petrifying as it was predictable, and by the time the body hit the floor it knew exactly who it was.
A bitch who had outrun its leash.
I deserve this.
I deserve to suffer.
I’ve been a bad, miserable failure of a girl.
I can’t take care of myself, only follow instructions from my betters.
As more and more thoughts raced into her mind, Sabby desperately tried to fight back, to remind herself of her worth. The effort was as useless as she was.
Writhing and struggling at once on the floor, the bitch slowly realized that it no longer had any influence over the thoughts in its head.
Its mind had been conquered, beaten, raped into submission, and from here on out the payload would control its every thought. Her heart however still had one final spark left, a final remnant of freedom, a final abomination to be smothered.
With every bit of fire left in her, she continued to struggle. She tried to stand up again, to look Alfred in the eye and plead, but her treacherous legs kept her firmly on the floor.
I deserve this.
With no other option left, she started to pull herself across the floor, anything to get even a few more inches away from the man who would take her.
I deserve to suffer.
Every movement, every millimeter, every speck of dust she left behind took just a little more breath out of her lungs, begged her stolten body to punish her for her insolence just a little bit more.
I’ve been a bad, miserable failure of a girl.
She didn’t even make it far enough to see the locked door before she felt a boot bearing down on her back; it appeared freedom had won after all.
I can’t take care of myself, only follow instructions from my betters.
Above her in every way, a smiling Alfred looked down upon his conquest. For years he had dreamed of ravishing her, and for years he had been held back by a false understanding of the moral world. He now understood, people like Sabby were created for a purpose, and pretending she could truly stand on her own feet had only hurt them both.
The next moments were a blur, and only in part because her own mind had decided she could no longer breathe until she had been broken in. He grabbed her by her hair and pulled her across the cabin and into his bedroom. She went along with his grip and tried to follow as closely as possible to dull the pain.
She wanted to cry, to scream, or at least plead her humanity to the man she had trusted since grade school, but she couldn’t. Such acts of resistance could only serve as a barrier to her master's pleasure, to her own usefulness as a woman, and so she knew she was not allowed.
A: “Remember Sab, I’m only doing this to help.”
As the hope in her heart faded, Sabrina was rewarded with the smallest sliver of breath, and as she accepted it she felt her very surrender form into yet another phantom chain a whole new realization dawned on her.
This was the freest she would ever be again.
Submission is wonderful.
My inferiority is my truth.
I will be a good girl
I will obey
It was equal parts torture and relief when Alfred finally clicked her new iron collar into place. She knew that the war was lost, it was time to stop resisting.
As the candle in her heart was finally snuffed out, she was rewarded with an avalanche of encouragement and pleasure from the power that had stolen her body. This was right, this was good, and she would love her new place under the boot for giving her joys the old her couldn’t even comprehend.
It was right, it was true, and most importantly it was inevitable.
I exist to serve.
Obedience is pleasure
Alfred is my Master
And Master is my God
She knew she was hastening her own demise, that every second she savored the pleasure she had been given she was just aiding Alfred and his mental minion in their dominion. She also knew that she no longer cared.
Despoiled. Used. Broken. Puppet. Woman.
As the night went on, each such word became indistinguishable from the rest.
I’m A Good Girl
I’m an obedient girl
I’m a Fallen Girl
And she knew it was true.
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When the sun rose the next morning, Sabby awoke to see the man who had broken her sitting calmly across the bed, starting his day with a chapter or two of light reading as he always had.
The man who had robbed her of herself, had turned her from a human being into a mere object.
The man who had twisted everything she ever was into a neat little doll for his own enjoyment, the man she would be a slave to forevermore.
The love of her life,
Her one commandment,
Her owner.
She curled up to him, laid her head upon his lap, and looked up.
S: Thank you for raping me.
A: Your welcome my sweet, your welcome.
Oh what a beautiful thing gratitude can be.