Early Bird Sneak Peek: “This Is You Throwing In the Towel”!

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Kill 4 U”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting “This Is You Throwing In the Towel” (MC MF FF FD)!

Janet has been captured by a sinister consortium of slavers who plan to utterly destroy her free will. But what if her resistance is the thing holding her back from true freedom? What if the thing that frees her more than anything else in the world… is slavery itself? Here’s a taste:

Janet shook her head so hard the room spun. “No,” she moaned, clenching her eyes shut, pushing away Cassandra’s matter-of-fact voice by sheer act of will. “No no no no NO!” It hurt to shout, but Janet didn’t care. In that instant, nothing was more important to her than denying that smug, calm insistence in Cassandra’s words. She felt a sick hatred bubble up inside her, and she clung to it. Better that than simply giving up on her dreams, her hopes, everything worth living her life for in favor of existence as an empty-headed fuckdoll.

But she couldn’t shout forever. Eventually, the energy that anger gave her exhausted itself, and she opened her eyes to see Cassandra simply waiting her out with the patience of a statue. The other woman waited until the silence became almost unbearable, until the room almost rang out with it, and asked, “Why not?”

It was the last thing Janet expected to hear. She thought she was going to get a lecture, more of that hypnotic language about how easy it would be to give in and obey or something. She didn’t think that Cassandra would actually listen to her. She almost didn’t know what to say. “Um, I…because…” It was surprisingly difficult to come up with something. Her mind felt clogged with the subliminal brainwashing; it filled up her head like thick, warm honey, slowing down her thoughts and subsuming her entire being with its cloying weight. She had to push through it to remember her life before this room.

Hope you enjoy it!

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