Fill: Unseen 1/?
anonymous
May 1 2014, 20:35:58 UTC
Samantha Traynor had been feeling off recently. It was, somewhat aggravatingly, nothing specific that she could point to. She was still doing her job, holding strong against all the horrors that the Normandy faced, but her off-duty hours were spent somewhat on edge. As though there was something she was missing, something right at the edge of her consciousness that refused to break through and give her the insight she needed.
Fresh from the shower, Sam flopped on her bunk and grabbed her datapad, pulling up a novel to read before bed. It was a habit she’d had for years, and was grateful that she could still lose herself in a book after everything that had happened since leaving Earth.
The door to the crew quarters opened, and Sam looked up at the familiar face who entered. She sat up slightly and smiled, a greeting forming on her lips, before she noticed what the other woman was carrying.
A pocket watch.
How cliche, Sam thought. It felt familiar, but she couldn’t remember this happening before. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the
( ... )
Fill: Unseen 2/?
anonymous
May 1 2014, 20:39:19 UTC
“I - must - obey - you, Mistress,” Sam whispered.
“Very good,” Mistress purred as she slid a finger into Sam’s wet cunt. “I want to hear you repeat those words, feeling pleasure every time you do, the pleasure that comes from obedience and surrender…”
“I must - obey you, Mistress,” Sam gasped. Another finger joined the first, and Sam let out a shuddering breath. “I must obey you, Mistress.”
She lost count of how many times she repeated it as the fingers kept moving, her voice becoming increasingly breathy as the arousal started to overwhelm her. Her mouth kept repeating the words even as her mind started wandering off course, for it seemed that Mistress was keeping Sam right on the edge of her climax. Please, she thought in between breaths. Please, I need - I - She wasn’t entirely sure what she needed, other than more.
“Obey me,” Mistress said, her breath hot against Sam’s ear, her own words ragged with desire. “And - cum“Ohhhhh,” Sam breathed, arching her back as she felt her climax washing over her. “Ohhh. Yes. Please.
( ... )
Fill: Unseen 4/?
anonymous
May 3 2014, 00:07:02 UTC
The woman walked over and held the watch in front of Sam’s face, and her eyes fastened onto it hungrily, her mouth opening slightly as she watched it catch the light
( ... )
Fill: Unseen 5/?
anonymous
May 3 2014, 00:09:13 UTC
“P-please,” Sam said, her eyes closing. “Need you - so bad - Mistress.”
“Music to my ears,” Mistress replied, tweaking Sam’s nipple. “You almost make me want to reconsider. But … no. Even I do not have infinite patience.” Mistress reached to the side and brought up the pocket watch again. Sam’s eyes were still only half-lidded as she fixed her gaze on it, her conditioning temporarily pushing her raw lust and need down.
“Follow the watch,” Mistress said. “Watch as it swings, watch how it spins in the light. With every swing your will disappears, your mind empties of thought.”
Already entranced as she was, Sam had no defense against Mistress taking her deeper - nor did she want to stop it, her eyes closing almost instantly. She craved this, craved the deep trance that Mistress could put her into. Everything felt good in the trance, most of all obeying Mistress’ commands.
“I am going to give you some new commands,” Mistress said. “Your conscious mind will not remember being given these commands, but it will act on them
( ... )
Fill: Unseen 7/?
anonymous
May 4 2014, 23:31:15 UTC
But as soon as she walked into the cargo hold where Diana Allers had set up, she lost the battle. How had she not noticed how revealing the reporter’s clothes were? How the top and skirt clung tightly to her, showing off every curvy inch. On second thought, the top barely deserved the name. Thin straps with a low cut - it would come off so easily and give Sam better access to her breasts
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http://masseffectkink.livejournal.com/7799.html?thread=38654583#t38654583
Prompt:
Someone hypnotizes Sam and abuses the power for all its worth.
Femslash isn’t my usual thing, but the idea I got for the prompt was too delicious to pass up. Hope you enjoy, anons!
(Also, I may or may not be about to start filling a bunch of mind control-themed prompts… *looks around innocently*)
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Fresh from the shower, Sam flopped on her bunk and grabbed her datapad, pulling up a novel to read before bed. It was a habit she’d had for years, and was grateful that she could still lose herself in a book after everything that had happened since leaving Earth.
The door to the crew quarters opened, and Sam looked up at the familiar face who entered. She sat up slightly and smiled, a greeting forming on her lips, before she noticed what the other woman was carrying.
A pocket watch.
How cliche, Sam thought. It felt familiar, but she couldn’t remember this happening before. Her eyes were instantly drawn to the ( ... )
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“Very good,” Mistress purred as she slid a finger into Sam’s wet cunt. “I want to hear you repeat those words, feeling pleasure every time you do, the pleasure that comes from obedience and surrender…”
“I must - obey you, Mistress,” Sam gasped. Another finger joined the first, and Sam let out a shuddering breath. “I must obey you, Mistress.”
She lost count of how many times she repeated it as the fingers kept moving, her voice becoming increasingly breathy as the arousal started to overwhelm her. Her mouth kept repeating the words even as her mind started wandering off course, for it seemed that Mistress was keeping Sam right on the edge of her climax. Please, she thought in between breaths. Please, I need - I - She wasn’t entirely sure what she needed, other than more.
“Obey me,” Mistress said, her breath hot against Sam’s ear, her own words ragged with desire. “And - cum“Ohhhhh,” Sam breathed, arching her back as she felt her climax washing over her. “Ohhh. Yes. Please. ( ... )
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And sadly, underused.
I cant wait to see more.
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“P-please,” Sam said, her eyes closing. “Need you - so bad - Mistress.”
“Music to my ears,” Mistress replied, tweaking Sam’s nipple. “You almost make me want to reconsider. But … no. Even I do not have infinite patience.” Mistress reached to the side and brought up the pocket watch again. Sam’s eyes were still only half-lidded as she fixed her gaze on it, her conditioning temporarily pushing her raw lust and need down.
“Follow the watch,” Mistress said. “Watch as it swings, watch how it spins in the light. With every swing your will disappears, your mind empties of thought.”
Already entranced as she was, Sam had no defense against Mistress taking her deeper - nor did she want to stop it, her eyes closing almost instantly. She craved this, craved the deep trance that Mistress could put her into. Everything felt good in the trance, most of all obeying Mistress’ commands.
“I am going to give you some new commands,” Mistress said. “Your conscious mind will not remember being given these commands, but it will act on them ( ... )
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Anon also seconds the female turian idea if it is possible
fantastic story anon!
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Please?
Or just a female turian. Those are tragically underused.
Also, jolly good work.
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