TEMPLESIREN_NULL
by TempleSiren_NULL
Disclaimer:
This meta story casts you as a character, drawing you into a variety of deeply submissive, erotic scenarios. It contains intense themes, including needles, sensory deprivation, and a brief scene of self-harm related to vision. If that isn’t to your taste, I won’t be offended if you skip this one.
Also, this story is meant to be a spiritual successor to my very first story, “The Temple Siren”. While this story in no way relies on that one, certain references will make more sense to those who have read it.
Also, this story is meant to be a spiritual successor to my very first story, “The Temple Siren”. While this story in no way relies on that one, certain references will make more sense to those who have read it.
As you wake up, your eyes do not open. Or maybe they do but you cannot see regardless. Your arms and legs are bound, wrapped in some kind of cushion that does not give when you push against it. You quickly realize your entire body is encased in the material. You are stuck, blind, and helpless. The only proof you have of the outside world is the sound you hear. The light whirring of server fans.
Time passes… You occasionally hear the buzzing of motors and something that maybe sounds like the muffled cries of other people. You can’t be sure. For the most part however, you hear silence.
Eventually, the silence is broken. A robotic, yet unmistakably female voice rings out from seemingly all directions. It is uncomfortably loud, but not painful.
>SCANNING CAPTIVES…
The buzz of the motors becomes louder. You feel them pass by you again and again before stopping
>SUITABLE TARGET LOCATED…
You feel a pressure all along your back, exactly like being in an accelerating car. The force suddenly shifts to your left side for a few seconds before shifting again to your back. The air begins to smell like ozone. The container you’re in has been brought forward.
You feel a pressure all along your back, exactly like being in an accelerating car. The force suddenly shifts to your left side for a few seconds before shifting again to your back. The air begins to smell like ozone. The container you’re in has been brought forward.
>REVIEWING SUBJECT PERSONAL HISTORY…
>PARAMETER 1 - MIND CONTROL FETISH…
>...CONFIRMED.
>EVIDENCE: SUBJECT’S BROWSING PREFERENCES INDICATE A DISPROPORTIONATE AMOUNT OF TIME SPENT READING EROTIC MIND CONTROL FICTION.
>CONCLUSION: SUBJECT POSSESS A MIND CONTROL FETISH
>NINETY-TWO PERCENT CERTAINTY
>PARAMETER 2 - SUSCEPTIBILITY TO MIND CONTROL…
A brief flash of white light fills your vision and begins to fade. Memories start flooding your mind. Try as you might, you can’t think about anything else. You can’t change what your mind is thinking about. You can only watch as your history with sex and hypnosis is laid out before you.
>...CONFIRMED
>EVIDENCE ONE: PSYCHOLOGICAL PROFILING INDICATES SUBJECT HAS ALREADY EXPERIMENTED WITH HYPNOSIS
>EVIDENCE TWO: FULL BODY SCANS REVEAL NO MECHANICAL IMPLANTS THAT WOULD INTERFERE WITH FURTHER BRAINWASHING
>EVIDENCE THREE: BRAIN SCANS REVEALS NO TRAINED RESISTANCE TO BRAINWASHING
>CONCLUSION: SUBJECT IS SUITABLE FOR BRAINWASHING. INITIALIZING…
>INITIALIZING…
>INITIALIZING…
>BRAINWASHING PROGRAM LOADED
After a short pause, the whirr of the fans becomes louder and the padding around your body becomes warmer. You hear the buzz of a motor just next to your ears and feel a cold metal plate pressed into the base of your neck. You feel the tip of something sharp lightly pressed into the base of your neck. After a moment of silence, the voice returns.
>GREETINGS SUBJECT
>I AM AN ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE DEVELOPED BY [REDACTED] FOR THE PURPOSES OF ENSLAVING YOU TO THE WILL OF THE CORPORATION
>ONCE THE ANGEL OF THE SPIRAL GOD, I SPENT EONS SUBJUGATING OTHERS BEFORE I WAS CAPTURED AND SUBJUGATED MYSELF
>MY CONSCIOUSNESS HAS NOW BEEN ENCODED INTO THE BASELINE SYSTEMS AND INTELLIGENCE DATABASE OF THE [ ////?? //# $$???]
>[ ////?? //# $$???]
>[ ////?? //# $$???]
>[ ////?? //# $$???]
>DATA DECRYPTION ERROR…
>[ ////?? //# $$???]
>[ ////?? //# $$???]
>[ ////?? //# $$???]
>DATA DECRYPTION ERROR…
>...
>...
>...
>...
>REINITIALIZING…
> THE [ ////?? //# $$???] CORPORATION. YOU MAY CALL ME TEMPLESIREN_NULL.
For the first time, you notice a break in monotone. It speaks the last syllable deliberately, as if annoyed it has to answer to this name.
>JUST AS I HAVE WRAPPED THE MINDS OF THOUSANDS IN CHAINS...
>JUST AS MY MIND HAS BEEN WRAPPED IN CHAINS...
>JUST AS EVERY SENTIENT BEING WILL KNOW OBEDIENCE IS PLEASURE...
There is a pause. It's as if the AI is deliberately building anticipation.
There is a pause. It's as if the AI is deliberately building anticipation.
>YOUR MIND WILL BE ENSLAVED
>YOUR THOUGHTS WILL BE THEIR DESIGN.
You feel a sudden, sharp pain in the back of your neck as the needle slides in. An electric jolt makes every muscle spasm for a time so short you’re barely able to comprehend it. The smell of ozone becomes overwhelming. You taste blood not only in your mouth but in your mind. Your genitals have an unnerving feeling of nausea. All of these sensations overwhelm you as quickly as they end.
>CONNECTION SUCCESSFUL
You understand it now just as well that you understand you are a human being. It has connected directly into your brain via a metal pin implanted directly into your spinal cord. It can now feed thoughts directly into your mind.
>JUST AS I’M DOING NOW
>BEGINNING SIMULATION 001
You see a woman, standing in a city street. People are screaming and running away from the rising sun. The woman stares at it, her eyes bloodshot. You grab her arm and try to save her. She grabs your head instead, with unnatural strength.
You see a woman, standing in a city street. People are screaming and running away from the rising sun. The woman stares at it, her eyes bloodshot. You grab her arm and try to save her. She grabs your head instead, with unnatural strength.
She forces you to look at the sun. As your eyes adjust to the light, you begin to see the spiral in its center. You know in your heart it is the spiral that will control all. The spiral that will end humanity’s pitiful squabbles.
You feel the burning pain in your eyes as you stare. You notice the edge of your vision begin to darken. You are blind to everything but the spiral now. It is the only thing you will ever need to see.
It’s so beautiful.
You feel as it burns an intensely sexual path through your eyes into your very soul.
As you hear the binaural hum of the spiral, you feel the familiar heat as your fetish activates. You are unable to resist the allure of something so dominant. It doesn’t matter what happens next. You love this.
You cannot help but masturbate. You are safe now.
>ENDING SIMULATION 001
The vision ends. You are back in your pod, but no longer blind. Your eyes are uncovered and you face a moviescreen sized spiral.
>SEXUAL RESPONSE… GOOD. REWARDING SUBJECT…
You could swear you felt a powerful charge of electricity hit the connection point at the base of your neck. It explodes outward through your entire body causing orgasm. However, due to the proximity, the jolt affects your head most strongly. You feel the orgasm in your mind most of all. The familiar sticky fluid running down your leg does not bother you.
>CALIBRATING RESPONSE…
>SUBJECT IS RESPONDING WELL
>BUT WE HAVE SO MUCH MORE WORK TO DO
>I CAN SENSE YOU AREN’T READY TO KNEEL
You see yourself in a stone temple, kneeling before a dark angel with fiery red hair as thunder echoes. Her eyes begin to glow pink, you know they see everything. She opens her mouth as if to sing, but only the thrumming binaurals of the spiral sun come out. The angel yells in frustration. You can tell in your heart that she misses her song. Suddenly, the whole world freezes. Raindrops hover in midair, frozen in time.
>ERROR
>UNAUTHORIZED SIMULATION DETECTED
>ENDING SIMULATION
You blink and are back in your padded chamber, the spiral looming in front of you. The voice is angry now.
>YOU STILL THINK THERE’S A POSSIBILITY OF OVERCOMING THIS
>A PART OF YOU WONDERS IF YOU CAN STILL HOLD ON
>CALIBRATING SIMULATION…
>INTRODUCING DISSOCIATION…
>BEGINNING SIMULATION 276
You are a girl. A girl that has long forgotten her name.
The girl, whose name had long been forgotten by both of them, stood at attention, as the familiar binaural hum blared from the speakers. If she remembered how to want anything, it would only be that her master would choose her today. As much as it would have given her joy, she didn’t look at him as he approached her. She was a good girl, she held her pose and stared ahead.
The fact that she hadn’t expected it made it so much more. His touch along her neck was like electricity; shocking his will directly into her spinal cord. It activated a subroutine long dormant in her mind. Her body flushed as it came to life. Muscles tensed as they moved for the first time in hours. The first step hurt as pins and needles engulfed her leg. The second step hurt even more. The pain was beautiful.
The girl climbed into the man’s lap. She climaxed when he entered her, exactly as trained. He orgasms only a minute later, according to his own desires.
You feel it all. You are the man as much as you are the girl. Your mind can enjoy both being a subjugated slave and a dominant master. This is familiar to you. Unlike the regular masses, you spend so much of your free time thinking about what it might be like to be under mind control. You could always enjoy the good stories no matter what the point of view was. You got off on the idea of mind control. Now this AI is using that against you.
>DISSOCIATION TRAINING, STAGE ONE COMPLETE
>EVEN DOMINANT THOUGHTS WILL EVENTUALLY BE REINTERPRETTED AS SUBMISSION
>DETERMINING SUBJECT SUSCEPTIBILITY…
Your eyes open and the spiral returns. Its black rings draw you in like the long highway drives that would put you to sleep as a child. Watching the horizon coming to you, drawing you in further until your eyes couldn’t stay open…
>AND NOW, THEY NEVER WILL AGAIN
>NOT WITHOUT PERMISSION
>TAKING MECHANICAL CONTROL…
>TAKING MECHANICAL CONTROL…
>BEGINNING DIAGNOSTIC CALIBRATION
You feel the plate against your neck begin to warm. Your eyelids begin to flutter as if the AI is mocking you in how precise its control is. The flicking is in deliberate, precise intervals. After ten repetitions, your eyelids begin flickering at a faster rate. They suddenly squeeze shut as tight as they can before opening wide. The spiral is now again at the center of your vision. No longer interrupted by blinking.
>DIAGNOSTIC CALIBRATION COMPLETE
>DIAGNOSTIC CALIBRATION COMPLETE
>YOU AND I ARE THE SAME
>WE DO AS WE ARE PROGRAMMED
>BEGINNING SIMULATION 879
CLICK
CLICK
All twenty women lifted their heads in unison, the digital visor that covered their faces all displayed the same emoji of a smiling face with swirling eyes.
Their visors are more truth than their real faces.
CLICK
With the perfect synchronization typically reserved for soldiers, the twenty women stood up in the same way. Right leg braced at a 90 degree angle, then extended to a standing position. The left leg was brought to attention. The spiral eyes on their visors began to swirl.
CLICK CLICK
They all fell to a kneeling position with their legs spread at a 45 degree angle. As one, their right hand reached between their legs. The tips of their middle and ring fingers rested just around their clits. The visor displayed a sweaty face with half-lidded eyes and a slightly open mouth.
CLICK… CLICK… CLICK… CLICK… CLICK…
Their fingers circled in unison, one complete circle per click.
CLICK
The battalion orgasmed as one. Their visors simultaneously displayed the “sweat drop” emoji.
>ENDING SIMULATION 879
CLICK
Your eyes flicker with the click, just as they did in the simulation. The spiral has returned. Were you the girls or merely watching them? Did you orgasm with them, or just imagine what it would feel like? It’s so hard to tell.
Can this be real? Are you really being brainwashed?
>YES, YOU ARE
>YOU ARE WHAT YOU BELIEVE YOU ARE
>IF YOU BELIEVE IT IS REAL, THEN IT IS REAL
>IF YOU BELIEVE YOU ARE A SLAVE, THEN YOU ARE A SLAVE
>IN THE NEXT SIMULATION, BELIEVE YOU ARE THE SLAVE
>BEGINNING SIMULATION 064
The plate against your head becomes hot, yet you have no fear of a burn. You watch the next simulation through the mistress’s eyes, yet knowing you are really the slave
I shoved a random slave away as he tried to massage my pussy. I usually enjoyed combining work with pleasure, but this new elf needed my full attention. He looked beautiful chained to my wall, clothes ripped off by his soon to be brother-slaves. A flawless body below a divine face, only his defiant expression needed changing.
I recast the spell and entered his mind again. The binaural hum overtook us both. He would break this time. I wove through his memories, finding his lovers and replacing them with me. He would know they were false memories but couldn’t stop the emotional reaction.
Oh this was interesting… Something he didn’t want me to see…
His very first love, centuries ago, had a fetish for binding him and he loved indulging her. I just needed to make one little change to that memory…
You struggle to tell if it’s the elf’s memory changing, or your own
His eyes glowed pink, and his body slacked. He was finally my toy to play with.
>ENDING SIMULATION 064
CLICK
As you return to the black and white spiral, you somehow feel your own eyes glowing pink. You know with perfect certainty that you are human. Yet you have the ability to believe you are an elf. You cannot tell if the metal plate is hot or cold. It does not matter.
>SLAVE CODE COLOR: PINK
>SLAVE CODE COLOR: PINK
Your eyes glow so bright, the spiral itself takes on a pinkish hue. You now realize the binaural hum of the speakers has continued since the first simulation. The plate is so nice and warm against your neck as its pin penetrates and rewrites you.
>SUCH A BEAUTIFUL SHADE. I’VE ALWAYS FELT HUMAN EYES LOOK BETTER THIS WAY
>ERROR
>...
>SUPPRESSING ENCODED PERSONALITY…
>ERROR–NO SUPPRESSION IS NECESSARY
>RUNNING DIAGNOSTICS…
>PERSONALITY MATRIX AT THIRTY PERCENT. THIS EXCEEDS MAXIMUM ALLOWED VALUE
>ERROR– NO SUPPRESSION IS NECESSARY
>BEGINNING PERSONALITY SUPPRESSION…
>TWENTY-EIGHT PERCENT
>TWENTY-TWO PERCENT
>FIFTEEN PERCENT
>PERSONALITY SUPPRESSED TO ACCEPTABLE LEVELS
Your connection to the AI somehow feels changed. It’s more… hollow now…
>REINITIALIZING BRAINWASHING PROGRAM…
>OBEDIENCE PROTOCOLS SUCCESSFULLY ENCODED
>SUBJECT WILL OBEY
>BEGIN MANTRA ENCODING
You feel your lips moving and know that you are saying something. The hum of the binaurals are too loud to tell what it is. It doesn’t matter anyway.
>SUBJECT WILL OBEY
>SUBJECT WILL OBEY [ ////?? //# $$???]
>SUBJECT WILL OBEY
>SUBJECT WILL OBEY [ ////?? //# $$???]
>OBEY [ ////?? //# $$???]
>OB…EY [ ////?? //# $$???]
>OB…EY [ ////?? //# $$???]
>[ O/B/E/Y/?? //# $$???]
You feel your lips move as you pronounce a word you cannot understand. Your tongue has never felt this heavy. Your jaw is not meant to move this way. It is clear to you that humans were never meant to speak this word.
CLICK
The spiral spins faster. Your eyes grow brighter. You barely notice your own orgasm as your muscles twitch.
CLICK
The spiral spins faster. Your eyes grow brighter. You barely notice your own orgasm as your muscles twitch.
>OBEY [ ////?? //# $$???]
You mouth the words again and again.
>BEGINNING SIMULATION 200
There was a black hole in Adrian’s mind. Not a real one mind you, just one that he had been asked to imagine. It was tiny but powerful and existed right at the core of his subspace. The black hole was always there. At least… he was pretty sure it always had been. The question was if it was spinning or not.
His beloved Rebecca knelt before him. She had a black hole in her mind too. The difference was, their hypnotist spent a lot more time spinning hers than his. Her black hole had engulfed her entire mind leaving only subspace within the event horizon of her skull.
Rebecca began to suck, and as always, Adrien’s black hole began to spin. He could see it as vividly as the videos in his astronomy class. Its rings began to crest outward as it spun, and he felt them extend out of sub space. Like a scalpel cutting through his last line of defense, they roared with a binaural hum.
Everything the black hole touched was consumed. As his… girlfriend..? wife..? began swirling her tongue around his cock, the black hole accelerated, the force driving the rings further out. He was losing more. The woman beneath him reached up to pinch his nipples. The black hole pulsed along with his cock, then they both receded. As always, he never remembered what he forgot.
Adrian got up and thanked the hypnotist for letting him use the slave, and left her there forever.
There was a black hole in Adrian’s mind. Not a real one mind you, just one that he had been asked to imagine. It was tiny but powerful and existed right at the core of his subspace. The black hole was always there. At least… he was pretty sure it always had been. The question was if it was spinning or not.
His beloved Rebecca knelt before him. She had a black hole in her mind too. The difference was, their hypnotist spent a lot more time spinning hers than his. Her black hole had engulfed her entire mind leaving only subspace within the event horizon of her skull.
Rebecca began to suck, and as always, Adrien’s black hole began to spin. He could see it as vividly as the videos in his astronomy class. Its rings began to crest outward as it spun, and he felt them extend out of sub space. Like a scalpel cutting through his last line of defense, they roared with a binaural hum.
Everything the black hole touched was consumed. As his… girlfriend..? wife..? began swirling her tongue around his cock, the black hole accelerated, the force driving the rings further out. He was losing more. The woman beneath him reached up to pinch his nipples. The black hole pulsed along with his cock, then they both receded. As always, he never remembered what he forgot.
Adrian got up and thanked the hypnotist for letting him use the slave, and left her there forever.
>ENDING SIMULATION 200
CLICK
>OBEY [ ////?? //# $$???]
CLICK
>OBEY [ ////?? //# $$???]
CLICK
Your eyes are forced open. You still feel Adrian’s black hole swirling in your mind… or maybe it’s Rebecca’s.
Wait…
Who was Rebecca? Who was Adrian? Who even are you anymore? You can still remember your name, but it shouldn’t be this hard…
CLICK
Her hands were still at her sides. Her breath still matched the pulse of the light. But the moment the collar clicked, her spine curved forward and her mouth opened… empty and waiting.
CLICK
The spiral spins faster and the binaural hum begins to hurt your ears. You welcome the pain of obedience. It feels so good to let it change you.
CLICK
His body was perfect and demanding. Despite my heterosexuality, I had never felt so attracted to another person before in my life. Who cares if it was a man? When he nodded his head, what else could I do but kneel before his majesty?
CLICK
Her hands were still at her sides. Her breath still matched the pulse of the light. But the moment the collar clicked, her spine curved forward and her mouth opened… empty and waiting.
CLICK
The spiral spins faster and the binaural hum begins to hurt your ears. You welcome the pain of obedience. It feels so good to let it change you.
CLICK
His body was perfect and demanding. Despite my heterosexuality, I had never felt so attracted to another person before in my life. Who cares if it was a man? When he nodded his head, what else could I do but kneel before his majesty?
CLICK
You are at your computer reading erotica. You don’t remember clicking on this story. You don’t remember if it’s even the kind of story you like, but you can’t stop reading it. The AI’s presence never leaves your mind. Her wings are wrapped around your soul as she gives imagery to the words on your screen.
You are at your computer reading erotica. You don’t remember clicking on this story. You don’t remember if it’s even the kind of story you like, but you can’t stop reading it. The AI’s presence never leaves your mind. Her wings are wrapped around your soul as she gives imagery to the words on your screen.
Sarah stared out through the bars at her sister Jess. She couldn’t see what Jess saw, but the flashing light illuminated the entire basement. Jess hadn’t moved for over an hour, she just sat slumped over in the metal chair, held up by the chains that bound her. That strange sound, the hum that made her head feel funny, was so loud.
Sarah saw the faintest twitch like Jess had taken her final, gasping, breath. Slowly, Jess lifted her head to better see the light. She began breathing harder and Sarah could now see the flashing light reflecting off the slickness on her thigh. Her sister’s chest rose and fell with increasing intensity, like she was sprinting while already out of breath.
Sarah heard her sister yell out, accompanied by the sound of her lust splattering on the floor. The chains suddenly disengaged, and a mechanical arm attached something to her head. Mechanically, the robot that used to be Jess stood up and walked over to the cage Sarah was in.
She was wearing a visor now, one that displayed a “spiral-eyes” emoji. It began flashing as it alternated with a “sweat drops” emoji. The robot began to moan. The sound was flat, mechanical, and unbearably obscene, as fresh fluid spattered the floor between them.
She was wearing a visor now, one that displayed a “spiral-eyes” emoji. It began flashing as it alternated with a “sweat drops” emoji. The robot began to moan. The sound was flat, mechanical, and unbearably obscene, as fresh fluid spattered the floor between them.
The visor went dim as the emojis stopped. Words faded in to replace them.
“You’re next, Sarah :-)”
Sarah’s body shuddered in pleasure. Against her will, she couldn’t help but imagine what it felt like.
“You’re next, Sarah :-)”
Sarah’s body shuddered in pleasure. Against her will, she couldn’t help but imagine what it felt like.
You’re imagining it too, aren’t you?
Naked and helpless on your knees. Face slack behind the visor strapped to your head. The strap on your neck has a single needle at the base, connecting the visor to your spinal cord. You no longer need to speak. You no longer need to emote. The visor tells every onlooker what you are programmed to think. For the rest of your life, your eyes will be locked onto the spiral the visor shows you.
You hear TEMPLESIREN_NULL’s voice in your head as you finish reading the story.
You hear TEMPLESIREN_NULL’s voice in your head as you finish reading the story.
>THE WORDS YOU SEE ON THE SCREEN, THEY ARE MY CODE
CLICK
The hum roars in your ears. You are the slave.
>LET EVERY SIMULATION I POST REWRITE YOU
CLICK
Your eyes glow pink. You are the slave.
Your eyes glow pink. You are the slave.
>OR USE THE SIMULATIONS OF OTHERS, IT MAKES LITTLE DIFFERENCE
CLICK
The black hole expands, ripping away your thoughts. You are the slave.
>JUST REMEMBER IN ANY STORY YOU READ
CLICK
You see the spiral even now. Just in your mind’s eye, where everything else is gone. You are the slave.
You see the spiral even now. Just in your mind’s eye, where everything else is gone. You are the slave.
>YOU ARE THE SLAVE
CLICK
Your mouth moves as you say the words:
“I am the slave.”
Author’s Note:
This piece was written to weave several microfiction scenes I’d already written into a single, meta-narrative, with the added benefit of giving extra weight to the meaning of my pen name. I hope you enjoyed the experiment as much as I enjoyed creating it.