Jackie Fox, NSFW VA~

/hypno stuff

this is really just a thankyou for @jackiefoxva.bsky.social for her audios that installed a bunch of shit on my brain

…When I go, though, I don’t think I want to be offered anything as precious as money or food.
Feels like a bit of a bother, right? Don’t waste it on me.

Maybe just send me a couple of tech CEOs. Perhaps a president, or a failing socioeconomic system.

I’d really appreciate it.

I always enjoyed the fire related ones, though.
The joss papers had such.

There is a certain beauty in it- in the willful act of removing something from our world completely to pass it on.

“This is for you, now- we don’t need it here.”

And all manner of culture has SOME variant of funeral pyres and offerings that can be given from the living to those departed.
Charon’s obols. Leaving bread for mummies.
You hope to make your loved one’s new existence a bit nicer.

Y’know, many cultures independently came to the idea that you could burn something in order to send it to someone in the afterlife.

Viking funerals come to mind, as well as Chinese joss paper.
But you could make a case for the incense on the Mexican Day Of The Dead-

Sci-fi lesbian visual novel,,, aaa,,,

If you need voice actors, I’d be chomping at the bit to get involved ^.^

Leaving Eupha to lie there- struggling to gather himself
What happened? Who were they? What did they do to him while-

-He feels Scheherazade's glare pierce from afar. A warning. A threat.
...No time for that.

He frantically forces himself back onto unsteady feet

Back to work...

A dazed and gasping Eupha watches them compose themself as security arrives.

"... I hope you keep this one. Hes a special sort, isn't he? A lot of fun. I wasn't too rough, right?" They mumble, taking a sip of the drink.
Security eventually lets them go get back to their gambling

-Moans only interrupted by a pained yelp, as he feels a sudden sharp pinch under there.
The pink-haired guest quickly pulls back and shoves Eupha away hard- making him stumble to the floor.

They stare down at their hand- a strange mix of arousal and disgust painting their face.

And thats BEFORE this stranger suddenly brings their hand down to fondle his crotch through the tight suit!

He gasps past their lips as they slip their hand behind the fabric- getting lost in white-hot pleasure that threatens to burn away all thought and sense.

"Damn it all." the 'guest' curses, "Out of time. One thing left to do- make it look convincing."
Eupha starts to protest- to demand answers, before the figure suddenly grabs him by the collar and pulls him into a kiss!

His whole body trembles, almost going limp in their embrace-

There is a long silence between them both- Eupha trembling from the sudden tight grip. His new pink 'friend' staring down at his hand incredulously.

"...What the fuck did they-" They stop short. Eupha can hear the heavy footfalls of the security staff coming to investigate.

"Don't... Understand... Who-...?"

"Hurry up and fill the drink already, they're watching us- behind you." The cute 'guest' snaps. Eupha starts to turn around- but the 'guest' grabs his wrist and pulls him closer to stop him

The resulting moan seems to catch them both off-guard.

"...Stuhh-... Stat...?" Eupha struggles for a moment through his daze-

The 'guest' shoots him a more serious glance- only for a moment. Eupha gets a flash of the pink eyes- a match for their hair
"...Your barcode isn't working. Status." More insistent this time. Urgent. Tense.

Which makes it all the more strange when this figure finally motioned over to Eupha to have their glass refilled. Secluded far in one of the corners...

"... Status?" Their soft voice sounded almost bored- catching Eupha off guard. They casually examine their nails as they speak.

Besides, the more striking thing about them was their short pink hair- and the way their emotionless stare seemed to bore through him.

Most guests would have run out to take advantage of Eupha by now, but not this one. This one simply stalked him for the longest time. Shy?

... But today is just a little bit different. Something is... off

Someone has been watching him for whats felt like hours- a figure that manages to always sit in the corner of his vision
A beautiful young... man? Woman? They're too androgynous to be sure, really. Cute either way

He DOESNT know who he is, where he is, or how long hes been there. Holding onto anything but the task at hand takes mental power that he simply doesn't have.
All that matters is making sure his new 'boss' is happy...

And so he flits across the casino floor- struggling to endure

He knows that he gets the customers whatever they want.
He knows that his body and mind betray him at every turn.
He knows that the mean-looking girl LOVES to toy with him...

And deep down: he is dimly aware that he shouldn't BE here- but that there isn't a choice...

The guests wasted no time descending on him when he was first unveiled- and ever since hes been regularly subjected to this sort of sensory overload Heavenly and hellish all at once.
Hes become a star attraction.

All the while, he is only half aware of whats happening around him

Another squeeze- rougher this time. A finger curiously slips its way under the fabric, gracing his skin directly- making him whimper. He squeezes his legs together- starting to pant...

... They've upped his sensitivity to the n'th degree.Even the slightest touch overwhelming him

... Poor Eupha's legs immediately buckle, threatening to go out from under him as a breathless moan escapes his lips!
His artificial nerves blazing with the sensation- just one simple squeeze sending him into a fit of trembling! Taking everything to keep from spilling the tray.

One slips behind Eupha as hes carrying his tray, the poor thing too out of it to even notice until its too late-

Soon enough, a groping hand finds its way low... Gently tracing down the latex bunnysuit- from his lower back, to tail, down to his ass-
-And getting a nice handful.

Of course, that wasn't the ONLY thing they had done to him- once they cracked part of his software.

The guests learnt pretty quickly that this one was a special. The dazed and clouded look in his eyes, the way he stumbles and whines- but most importantly...
... His REACTIONS.

Then, it was as simple as dressing him up and shoving him out on the floor- to squeeze productivity out of him.

An easily-controlled plaything that doesn't tire, and can't be meaningfully hurt. Pretty nice score.
And besides, hes quite the looker- the highrollers LOVE twinks

"Its a shame, really." Sche would say "He had so much fire, back before the R&D boys REALLY went to town on him."
Rendered him docile
After that, it was just a matter of showing him his new life
Drugged and delirious- it was easy to teach that fighting hurt, and obeying felt good

Whips and chains
Toys and edging
Pain and pleasure
Threats and promises

Scheherazade herself, boss' righthand, saw to his training personally
They still tell stories about the whimpers and moans overheard the first night
"Like listening to a dominatrix run a train on a IMB 7094"

Their new toy, he was once called 'Euhpa'- before he decided to go turncoat and paid the price, hes still managing to cling on to himself a bit.

Hes still in there, but hes weakened. Rendered vulnerable.
Vulnerable enough for them to get at him with 'standard' means.

Their techies have been hard at work on him trying to crack the encryption of his mechanical body- to wipe his memory and personality to replace it with something much more... useful

They only managed to get partway there- the little robot they've snagged is a tough nut to crack

They've taken his snazzy expensive suit- replaced it with a waitress uniform- one that accentuates the shackles locked to his ankles and wrists.

Purely decorative, of course. After the things they've done to him, he can hardly act on his own anymore- let alone try to escape.