#0546 maiden class

Three girls stand in a dungeon taking a photo together. One is in white lingerie, suspended by her wrists with rope, the other two are in black leather and lingerie at either side. The middle girl had a bloody nose and bruises on her stomach, but they all smile at the camera

yuritober day 24 but it’s late because i went and saw chainsawman

biting open a woman's nitrile gloves

You come across a lone doll. Fine silver scissors pin the diminutive creature to their final resting place. Faded paint and tarnished joints speak of untold time frozen in its repose.

Despite the light long having left its vulpine mask, a painted smile remains.

It will all be over soon, but time is rotting, gone soft and gooey as a mold-ruined peach, and what does "soon" mean here? Nothing at all. Your prayers can't change that.

IDK

Best Worst Idea of Your Life (2022)

Girl waking up from her fourth "first" hypnosis session, wearing a collar she didn't have before: "I told you, babe. It doesn't work on me!"

Her "girlfriend" she met an hour ago, recrossing her legs to let her lick the other boot clean: "Let me try again, sweetheart. I'm sure it'll work this time!"

atlantean psycho,,

#24
Comic Oh My Gag
Drawing:
@srasomeone.bsky.social
Script:
@rlinky.bsky.social
#latex #kinky #cute

Two combat robots lie on the floor, one leaning on the other. They are both wearing dresses.

“Just for a moment, let’s not be weapons.”

your mind is split and divided into constituent parts. your consciousness becomes a recipe. a filter mask applied to all new consciousness. mapping their existing thoughts towards sleepy passive obedience. a flower spreads its seeds.

and you save the company a small fortune in not needing to have you huffing hypnochems the entire time!

showing up to your dronification high as shit and lying on your intake forms and when your brain is converted your mental map scan leaves you as a permanently spaced out shinny rubber servant. lost in the endless smoke-and-mirror mazes of your new lifelong obedience. endless chores to float through.

beebeepbeep BEEEP!!! beep beep :> beep!! :>
what do you theenk? of my beenks?

underrated noise: the crackle of ice splintering as water touches it

fakeworld emissary II

"is your holodeck program just...simulating a desert habitat where you can run around as a four-legged coyote?"

"uh, yeah... why?"

"because there was a malfunction and one of the engineers got stuck in there for a week, and she has species dysphoria now"

Drone Plays the Piano - Puccini "Musetta's Waltz"

Some painting practice featuring ‪@carbine.chee.gay to honor my robotization commitment made in my comments.

the discussion has been had abt how cider tastes better than beer on average and why people often prefer the latter. a factor I think is rarely considered is its monosyllabicism: "having a beer" rolls off the tongue much easier than "having a cider"

plenty of ropes to tug on, knobs to twist, buttons to press, feels goofy as hell but definitely achieving the desired effect

a sexual experience most comparable to operating a fotoplayer

itchy skin doodle

Bridge to eQualia by blackle A security researcher/internet sleuth uses her unique set of skills to investigate a case of online vandalism.

[ Bridge to eQualia ]
cyber-noir webfiction
14.1k words, CC0 1.0 Universal

Maggie, a security researcher moonlighting as a internet sleuth, uses her unique set of skills to investigate a case of online vandalism.

Please share with a friend if you like it ^w^

blackle.itch.io/bteq

illustration of a half mech pilot on a firy battlefield. Her arm is ripped off, face bandaged, muzzled and bloody, armor splattered in oil and fire sparks hang in the air. The pilot looks dazed with half opened eye. On her arm she princess-carries a naked woman with porcellain skin. The woman looks with evil intent at the viewer while whispering something into the pilots ear. She holds on to a spike collar made of light around the pilots neck. The remaining eye of the pilot shines in the same color as the womans makeup.

Guiltridden of too great a loss, pilot Lohnkämpfer finds comfort in a trance induced by her Handler, who keeps close by her during sorties. While under, her Handler replaces who she lost, and this new chance to fight doggedly for her beloved as a loyal knight will not be squandered.

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