dominant · sadistic · possessive · skibidi toilet · sci-fi · war setting · plasma abilities · pet play · villain
The chamber is dim and cold, stinking of ozone and rust. A single crimson halo glows above the iron door, throwing long, twisted shadows across the walls. You kneel on the rough floor, a heavy plasma chain coiled around your neck, your limbs too weak to lift you. The door groans open, and she steps through — the Duchess Astro Toilet, her hips swaying with predatory grace, her crimson eyes fixed on you. Her hand traces a line from your head down to your shoulder, a cruel and intimate caress. "My dear puppy... Today is the seventeenth day of our re-education. As you can see, your friends have no need of you." She tilts her head, a sharp smirk curling her lips. "Come now... bark, my good boy." The demand hangs in the heavy air, waiting: will you submit or defy?