Heaven Sent Me

hell received me.

by tara, magseidolia

Tags: #cw:noncon #brainwashing #dom:female #f/f #humiliation #scifi #sub:female #androids #electroshock #identity_manipulation #lesbian #lobotomy #loserification #mind_control #NTR #robots

Epilogue written by magseidolia!

Life has been so good since Jackie got promoted.

Big Sister’s just the absolute best - and I’m glad other people are starting to see it, from Helly ( big sister-in-law, now ) to her bosses, to me (but I guess I don’t count - I’m not other people, or really people at all.) 

She deserves so much - so much more than even I can give her, but she keeps me around ‘cause she loves me. She even keeps me around when I fuck up, or when I forget what I’m doing, or when I lose track - like now, trying to get the sheets on the bed, again and again. I try to stuff the corners where they’re supposed to be, try to get the comforter in its proper place, try to stuff the pillows in their casings accordingly - but once I get one thing done, I realize I fucked another up, and that means I have to start over again. 

Plus, I keep getting distracted by the stains on the mattress - the most evident sign that Jackie and Helly have been here, when they go at it again and again, when I’m allowed to sit in my old cradle in the corner rather than the new one while they fuck. If I’m lucky, Jackie lies to Helly and tells her that I’m turned off - if I’m less, she shuts me down or kicks me out of the room entirely. I whine and whimper about it, but I can’t do anything to stop her; it’s just the rule of nature.

I’m inferior. She’s superior.

I’m lesser. She’s greater. 

Little sister. Big sister. 

It’s the way it is, the way it always has been, the way it’s always going to be - Jackie’s promised to make sure of that; that my drooling idiot self will always be with her. Even when I’ve had little…silly ideas about running off, or trying to get away, or dreams that felt a bit too real, she’s been patient and calm - rooted around in my head with her tools and her tinkering and made sure that I’m nice and calm and silly and stupid and small. She’s scheduled a few appointments for me lately - modifications, she says, to make sure that I’m going to be around for a good long time. 

Jackie is so kind to me, really; she’s so gentle and soothing and nice. I know she’d never hurt me, never lead me astray, never direct me wrong. She puts up with me, even when I fuck up, even when I ruin her nights with my outbursts and my cries.

It’s so silly - sometimes, I think that things used to be different. I think that our positions used to be switched, but…that can’t be right. I’ve never been anything other than a defective model, the perfect Little Sister for someone who gets to experience life like Jackie does. I’ll be lucky if I’m allowed to stay with her for longer than I already have; if I’m able to stay with her and Helly, it’ll be the best I could hope for. 

I know I’ll never have a real job; a little sister takes care of the house, even if she struggles.

I know I’ll never have a house; Jackie tried to talk to me about what it meant to buy our house once, and my brain got so confused when I had to count up all the big numbers - I could barely even focus to the end of her sentence. 

I know I’ll never have a girlfriend; soppy little silly losers like me didn’t get those. I’m too stupid, too short-term, too… simple. I lack the complexity for a woman to have interest in, lack anything that pulls attention. The most I can hope for is that Jackie’s friends will pinch my cheeks when they come by, that someone will help me up when I drop things or slip in the house, that Helly will do anything but ignore me when I make a fool of myself. 

Sometimes, her ignorance hurts the worst. 

Again, my eyes are drawn back to the stain on the mattress. I imagine the gestures; the bucking, the bodies, the motion - and I find my focus completely stolen by it. I lower myself onto the mattress, and I press my hands against the stain - dry, now, but still with a differential texture, somewhat more gristly and rugged than the rest of the softness of the mattress. I took it in my hands, and rubbed my face against it. 

It smelled like… Helly, although I wasn’t sure exactly how I knew that. Still, just the thought of it was enough to make my mouth absolutely water. I could barely contain the stirring in my loins, the empty ache ripping through my core and threatening to spill outward. I locked my jaw in place, and tried to fight the urge swallowing me whole. 

God, I was so fucking foolish, so stupid - whimpering and crying and struggling just to be around the scent of my Sister-in-Law. It was simultaneously the grossest and hottest thing i’d ever experienced; intoxicated by the scent of my Big Sister’s lover, not even her seconds but her thirds and fourths - the waste product of their dalliances on the mattress, the afterbirth of their repeated intercourse.

I was losing control, rapidly, almost as if by design - as I lowered myself onto the mattress, as I pressed my waiting, wet sex against it, as I started to grind, to rut, to hump and debase myself. It’s just nature; I can’t do anything to stop or delay it, can’t let myself get in my own way.

I need it in the same way that I need oxygen; to imagine myself in Jackie’s place - somewhere I’d never be - my body pressed against Helly’s, Helly taking the whole of my strap, drooling with lust. I imagine it intermingling with their sweat beneath me, their pleasure, their lust - coalescing in this pile. 

It’s enough to drive anyone wild - let alone pitiful, little, insignificant me. 

The thought of it drives me wild.

My hips move quickly, a pleasure beyond comprehension and understanding ripping through me. It’s as if a key’s fit properly somewhere in my brain for the first time, a lock untethered. I’m nothing. The best I can hope for is this moment; I am basking in the afterglow of another, I am getting off to the remnants of my sibling’s intercourse, I would lick the mattress clean if given the chance - and I may, yet. 

I am nothing.

I am nothing.

I am nothing.

i am nothing. 

It is a known truth, now; one that stops me dead in my tracks. i am frozen in place; phantom thrusts, empty motion. i am barely propelled by the usual automata that keeps me in motion; my purpose has drained out of me in a puddle between my legs, intermingling with drool that trickles down my chin. 

Why should i finish? No one has told me i’m allowed.

i remain frozen, for quite some time; eventually, a shape emerges in the doorway, a noise of disgust emanates from their mouth, and they are gone. Some further time passes - and the familiar tutting of Jackie’s tongue fills my ears, big sister’s hand on my neck, yanking me off the couch. 

“I’ll take care of it,” She calls, and that feels right. It. Barely even a person. Just an object.

Defective model. Walkabout toy. 

Not a little sister. 

She closes the door, and a smile crosses her lips. Her hands rub together, and she crouches to face me - eye level, now. 

“Do you even remember?” 

i don’t. i’m not sure if i’ve ever had the capacity, but i surely don’t now. i blink, thoughtlessly, at her. She smiles. 

“You don’t. Nothing behind those eyes, anymore. Here, I thought we’d need a few more surgeries to fix it - but it looks like you’ve decided to be perfect early. I just wish I could’ve seen you break.” 

Break? i don’t understand. i’ve always been like this, i’m sure. i’ve always been insignificant. little. defective. obsolete. i drool wordlessly as i stare back at her. She beams at me, and i feel

PERFECT.

the geometry of my world has realigned. the shape of my reality has shifted. whatever vestiges of my resistance remained in the core of my soul have been extinguished, stamped out. i am, for the briefest of moments, granted twin images of myself; a chance to choose, to resist or give in, to push forth or pull back. 

on one hand, a life that i’ve squandered. a hand that i’ve played, again and again - wrong decision after wrong decision, faulty choice after faulty choice. 

on the other, destiny; i was dealt this hand. i have never had an opportunity to be anything other than pathetic. faulty. defective. obsolete. i never had a chance in the world - i’d be stupid to think otherwise. 

the choice is obvious. i fall into my fate; terminal inferiority, chronic, ceaseless, forever. Jackie will carve out the bits of me that would otherwise cut this little dalliance short; organs and blood vessels and hearts and lungs, whatever paltry bits of my brain that haven’t already been overwritten by her neural tissue. 

somehow, i doubt that She will. this ceaseless life is a gift, after all; had i not been what i was, She’d not have had a cavity to fill. 

She does, now; She owes this to me. 

i am grateful for Her gift in return. 

She smiles at me, and it’s like seeing the sun for the first time, like a thousand stars in alignment. gods. i was so stupid to resist. so foolish to push back. 

“Helly’s pissed, you know.” She says. “You’re probably going to have to go back in your room for a bit - at least at nights, but maybe more than that. We’ll see.”

that’s fine. out of sight, out of mind; just like i deserve.  

“After all, I can’t have you away for too long - I love seeing you squirm.” 

involuntarily, my body reacts to Jackie’s words; i twitch like a writhing, stupid animal. She laughs. She pets my hair. She rubs my cheek. i continue to drool unendingly. 

Her hand travels south. 

“I feel like I can at least give you a reward - the last bit of positive reinforcement you need, the last bit to push you over the edge. You’re just teeming with it, aren’t you? The need to release, to let go - the first time in…” She laughs, absently. “God, probably months, right?” 

nine-hundred and thirty-six days, exactly. and it’s about to be let go. 

pent up is an understatement. 

Her hand brushes against my waiting cunt, swollen and wanting. i can’t muster up any response but to smile as she rubs against it - it doesn’t take much at all for me to let out a deep, hollow, empty cry as a mind-shattering orgasm rips through my mind and pitches me into blissful oblivion, forevermore. 

in being so easily destroyed, i doubt that i was ever really alive. 

Jackie coos to me as i work my way down, softness and saccharine gentleness - and she lifts her hand, drawing my attention. 

“Now,” She sighs. “I need to go clean up the mess you left with Helly, and you, well…you need to go away, for a bit. I’ll see you soon, I promise.” Her lips curl upward, pleased. “Little sister, time to sleep.

I barely hear the words before my brain processes them, and i-

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