Bri was incredibly sensitive to hypnosis. It seemed to have an ironclad, almost impossibly strong hold over her. Because of this, she was very careful about which hypnosis files she consumed. She saved one on her phone that would put her to sleep instantly, and that was really it. One of her friends didn't believe how sensitive she was to it, and decided to play a little prank. She downloaded what she wanted, renamed it "sleep.mp4", and replaced it with Bri's hypnosis file on her phone while she was in the bathroom. She was going to ask Bri if she noticed, but before she got the chance, she forgot about it. Oh well, she probably was exaggerating anyways...
"Sleep.mp4"'s commands: -You will be unable to pleasure your cock. The closer you get to touching it, the more your hand will be repelled, like it's surrounded by a powerful magnetic force field. -Your arousal will be cranked to 11, growing with every listen to this file -You will be compelled to come back and view this file once again, every single night. -The instant this file stops, you will consciously forget its contents, yet retain its commands subconsciously.
Aubrey’s job wasn’t always like this. For the first few weeks, it was just any ordinary job, filled with boring days and long hours.
Her boss, Ms. Black, was always a peculiar character. She dressed in revealing outfits, strutting around the office trying to pull the eyes of all of her male underlings. It was strange, and a little inappropriate, but she didn’t mind. It was like Aubrey was invisible to her, allowing her to quietly go about her day. Until one of Aubrey’s coworkers complimented her in front of Ms. Black…
Suddenly Aubrey was the center of Ms. Black's attention.
It started with little things. Accidentally running into the back of her chair, knocking her into the table. Knocking her pile of papers onto the floor. Taking her lunch from the fridge and tossing it in the trash. It was annoying, but jobs were hard to come by, and Aubrey was well past broke. Why else would she take a job that didn’t even give her weekends off…
But with every passing day, it got worse and worse. Aubrey wore a shirt with slightly lower cut than normal, and Ms. Black claimed it “violated dress codes,” ordering her to change. When Aubrey said she had nothing to change into, Ms. Black brought out a custodian's uniform from the closet, forcing her to work in it for the rest of the day. Nothing Aubrey did escaped her criticism. Her petty “accidents” turned into full blown insults, constantly tearing Aubrey down in front of her coworkers. She even started making Aubrey buy her coffee every morning with her own money.
Aubrey had almost resigned herself to Ms. Black's punching bag, figuring there was no way to fight back without losing her job. Until late one night when she was hours down a rabbit hole on the web, she found a hidden advertisement. Bottled Love: An aphrodisiac.
She put off the idea for a few days, but with every insult, every jab, every deliberate effort to make her life harder, it kept crawling more and more to the forefront of her mind. Maybe if Ms. Black was focused on cumming, she’d leave her alone… Aubrey made her way to the website, barely skimming it. They had a value pack that was significantly cheaper than all the other options, so she quickly added it to cart.
Order confirmation#: 7061796261636b
Bottled Love doses: 100
Cum pills: 0
The first day she slipped some into her coffee, Ms. Black spent the second half of the day locked in her office. The second day, she spent all day in her office. Aubrey was ecstatic! She finally found her defense! If Ms. Black spent all day cumming in her office, she wouldn't be spending all day tormenting her! She decided she’d continue to spike her coffee daily.
Day three was a little different, however. She spent the first half of her day in her office, but came out for the second half, looking flush and especially angry, taking it out on Aubrey. She debated stopping, but the next few weeks made her oh so glad she didn’t.
Ms. Black became more and more noticeably pent up. Her outfits became less focused, as if she spent less time carrying about them in the morning. Her face grew more and more flush, as her desperation began altering her actions. There’d be soft moans coming from her office. The bathroom. The utility closet. She was constantly stepping out and frantically trying for an orgasm. She began to wear looser skirts, which Aubrey discovered was because she was trying to keep the office from seeing her constant bulge. One day when Ms. Black was leaving work, Aubrey could even see a wet sheen down the inside of her thighs, and she couldn’t help but smile with sweet retribution.
By the time Aubrey’s doses were almost out, Ms. Black was nearly broken. Her eyes constantly dropped to her crotch with longing, coming to work in one skirt and leaving in another, with the first soaked in precum and hidden in a bag.
The instant she got to work, her panties came off and she began feverishly stroking for an orgasm. Aubrey noticed her office began to show signs of her desperation: A very subtle yet strangely intoxicating scent, and wet spots on her chair and beneath her desk.
Aubrey’s workload increased a bit, as Ms. Black spent much less time working, opting to stroke herself nigh indefinitely in her office. But Aubrey didn’t mind. A bit of extra paperwork was easily worth getting her payback. She was also making sure her coworkers didn’t catch on to Ms. Black’s… dilemma. She acted as a middle man between them, being the only one to go into Ms. Black's office. A couple times she even cleaned up the pools of precum on her chair or floor Ms. Black had happened to miss, to keep the custodians from noticing. Tormenting Ms. Black had become her own personal pet project, and one she absolutely adored.
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Aubrey finished cleaning up Ms. Blacks precum in the silence of the office. She sighed satisfyingly. Today had been her last dose. 100 straight days of torturing Ms. Black. It had been fun, but she figured she couldn’t keep it up forever. She turned to leave the office when her phone beeped. It was an email.
“Congratulations on completing 100 doses! As stated on our website, the inability to cum without cum pills is now permanent, but don’t worry! To celebrate your new state, we will be giving you 20 items for free! Please follow the link to fill out your order!”
Permanent!? Aubrey opened her phone, frantically pulling up the website scrolling through, finally giving it a thorough read.
Warning, the more consecutive doses one ingests, the stronger every effect will be, as well as taking exponentially longer for the effects to work their way out of the body once ingestion stops. We do not possess the ability to manually detox any customers, or accelerate any effect's dissipation. Inability to orgasm without cum pills becomes permanent after 100 consecutive doses. Ingest at your own risk.
“Oops.” Aubrey whispered to herself. She tried to feel bad, but all she felt was throbbing excitement wet her thighs and a vindictive grin. Oh well, she thought to herself. The damage was done. She clicked the link to fill out her order.
Order confirmation#: 656e736c617665
Bottled Love doses: 15
-Add-on: Extra strength
Cum pills: 5
Aubrey walked into Ms. Black's office. She was leaning back in her chair, frantically stroking herself. The noise of the door caused Ms. Black to quickly shoot forwards, hiding her leaking cock beneath the desk. She tried to put on her most professional face, but it was slightly undercut by the overpowering lust filling her cheeks.
“How many times have I told you to knock, assistant!” Ms. Black snapped, some of her unbridled frustration crackling through her voice.
“I’m sorry, Ms. Black. I brought you some documents to sign?” She placed the documents on her desk. She grinned as she slyly looked over Ms. Black’s shoulder as she signed, noticing her cock was completely slick with precum and throbbing angrily.
“There, now get out.” Ms. Black shoved the documents back across the table. Aubrey grabbed them. She turned to leave the room, before stopping and turning back.
“Um… I-Ive noticed that you’ve been having a little trouble… T-That you might be a little…” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “pent up.” Ms. Black's eyes shot wide. Aubrey could tell she was about to cuss her out, quickly raising her hands in defense.
“I-I only bring it up because… I had a friend who had that problem for all of her life, and she spent a lot of money getting a tailor-made pill created for her. I asked her to borrow one…” She put the pill on the desk. “This might help you.” She quickly turned around and rushed out of the office.
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It wasn’t even a minute before Ms. Black rushed off to the bathroom. She swallowed the pill, hovering her hand by her cock, watching it throb and drip to the tiled floor. She tentatively grabbed herself, beginning to stroke. Faster and faster. She felt the dreaded familiarity of the edge approach, but unlike the other times, her climb to the summit did not slow drastically as she neared. She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to silence her moans as she slipped over, cum erupting from her cock and plastering the walls of the stall.
Rope after rope shot from her, seemingly never ending. Her knees buckled as she collapsed against the toilet lid, still slicking every surface with the hard fought relief. It felt like minutes passed before she finally stopped, nearly passing out from the sudden surge of relief as her cum dripped down the walls around her. The arousal which had been building in her finally dropped for the first time over those past few months. But it was short lived, as her arousal quickly began building up again. What the fuck is wrong with me!? Unable to resist, she reached back down, and began stroking again…
She didn’t come out of the bathroom for the full 4 hours.
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The next morning when Ms. Black took her coffee from Aubrey, she stopped. “Bring me one of those pills every morning with my coffee, assistant.” She was already walking towards her office when Aubrey responded.
“N-no. That was the only one I had. But I can ask her for another if you ask me for it nicely.”
“Excuse me?” Ms. Black snapped, her gaze so sharp it almost made Aubrey wince. She fixed her glasses, trying to keep her composure.
“S-stop calling me assistant. A-ask me nicely with my name, and I’ll ask my friend for another pill for you.” Ms. Black stomped up to Aubrey, towering over her in her 5 inch heels. Aubrey was only allowed to wear flats in the office. That was part of the dress code she made her follow since many months back. She pushed into Aubrey’s personal space, to where Aubrey’s every sense was taken over by her presence.
“I am your boss, and I will call you whatever I please, assistant. If I tell you to do something, you do it!”
“I-I don’t have you bring you things from o-outside of work.” Aubrey’s voice quivered. She tried to keep herself assertive, but her stockpile of horrible memories eroded her confidence.
“But you will be anyway...” Ms. Black stormed off to her office.
The next while was a return to the darkest days of Ms. Black’s abuse. She pulled out every stop she could think of. Berating her in front of others, drastically increasing her workload, even locking the bathroom and forcing her to walk a few blocks to a deli, since her and Ms. Black were the only girls in their workforce. But unlike the other times, this time Aubrey had a life raft: Time was on her side.
After a few days, her arousal began to noticeably build. Her pencil skirts disappeared, and no matter how much she tried to keep up her pressure, she spent more and more time outside of anyone’s gaze, trying to prove she didn’t need Aubrey’s pill.
After a week, Aubrey figured it was time for the death blow. She added a dose of the extra strength “Bottle Love” to her coffee. It only took 15 minutes for Ms. Black’s office door to open, and her to poke her head out, flushed and panting.
“Assis–...Aubrey, get me a pill…please.”
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Kinda went crazy with this one, but I got the idea and figured I might as well try to go for it! Hopefully you guys enjoyed the story!!
Lyanna and her party took a quest to clear out an old mansion that monsters had inhabited. They were a strong party, with Lyanna acting as the damage of the group, while her party members were her shield. It was a formation that worked great. That was, until Lyanna slipped through a trapdoor, getting separated from the others.
Before she had time to light the space around her, something powerful wrapped its arms around her, tearing her staff from her hands. Her clothes dissolved beneath the tentacles. Lyanna’s eyes shot wide as the identity of her foe pierced her mind. She thrashed in a desperate attempt to escape, but without her staff, there was no hope. All she could do was pray her party could get to her in time. But without support from her magic, how quickly could they really clear the mansion?
She tried to keep track of the hours in her head but the strength of the creature's aphrodisiac was unbearable. After only an hour, all her thoughts went to between her legs, frantically bucking her hips in a fruitless attempt to slip over the edge. She had no idea her party had decided to leave in order to come back with help. Unfortunately the mansion was a days trip from any adventurers guild…
I was lucky enough to get to do a collab with DeprivedArt, someone who makes really good chastity focused comics! I've been a fan of there stuff for a while, so this was super cool to get as my first collab! Definitely feel free to check out their stuff!
Faye had never been with someone before. She struggled to interact with others, so she spent most of her time on her own, bouncing between hobbies. She was mostly content with her life, but there was one gaping hole she wanted to fill: Having sex with someone.
Since she didn't see herself going out to talk to people any time soon, she decided to go a different route...
8 hours of heaven: A famous gloryhole establishment with nearly a hundred holes and dozens of girls. The establishment runs exclusively off donations, allowing the entire experience to be free of charge to all customers.
The girls are known for being legendary when it came to pleasure. Toys, Hand-jobs, blow-jobs, boob-jobs, even vanilla or anal. Nearly nothing was off limits for them, and their number 1 priority was to give their customers the best orgasm they've had to date, determined to even top any previous visits.
The establishment was so well known, it even had its own urban legends. Testimonials that others wanted to experience themselves:
-"Some of the holes are VIP holes with their best girls"
-"Some of the holes have multiple girls working them"
-"Some of the holes open up and they let you inside to do whatever you want with the girl behind it"
-"The girls who work their are nymphomaniacs! There is nothing they love more than pleasuring others"
-"I came so hard I passed out from pleasure, I woke up in a nude girls lap asking if I wanted to go again"
The rumors were so widespread, it made even the concept of a negative experience completely alien.
Faye figured there was no better place to experience another person for the first time. She made her way to the establishment, picking a private room. They were incased and soundproof. There were many options for shared rooms, letting customers talk with each other as they would a conversation over dinner. But she didn't want an audience for her first time.
She stripped down, feeling her heart race a bit as she looked at the hole. She leaned over, placing her mouth close to gap.
"Um, h-hello. I just wanted to tell you, I'm a... I-I've never had someone touch me before, so... I don't know if that matters, but I didn't know if I should say?" There was only silence as a response. Faye blushed. Maybe that was a stupid thing to say... Before she had a chance to change her mind, she pressed her hips to the wall, watching her cock disappear.
She waited on pins and needles, feeling herself begin to grow in anticipation. She nearly jumped when she felt a hand wrap underneath her balls. It pulled her forwards a bit, inviting her to press as deep into the hole as possible. That's when she felt a cold sensation press a ring around her unit, latching into place.
The surprise caused Faye to pull back slightly, but rather than slipping back through the rather large hole, her cock and balls seemed trapped in place. She tried to slip a finger down to the hole, barely able to feel 4 solid metal bars sprouting from a metal cock ring, holding her in place.
Faye's throat tightened. They must do this to help keep you in place when pleasuring you, she thought to herself.
Finally, Faye experienced what she was dying for. A finger trailing up her now throbbing member. Her breath stuttered from pleasure. One finger turned into a full hand, stroking her with the warmth of her precum gliding its way. Faye didn't know it was possible to feel so incredible. Compared to her own hand, it was night and day.
Faye pressed her forehead against the wall, struggling to suppress the moans that continuously swelled within her.
Her pleasure built and built, tossing her head back with a open mouth as she slipped past the edg-
Everything stopped. Faye's eyes darted open, as her hands slid across the smooth wall, searching for a way passed to her twitching cock teetering just on the edge.
"Excuse-umm I was about to cu-... E-excuse me?" The hand returned, beginning its strokes once again, albeit painfully slow. Faye let the event fade from her mind. Perhaps another girl on the other side distracted her. It didn't matter. The edge came rushing back, and she moaned as she finally-
Nothing. Faye groaned, bumping her forehead against the wall in frustration. She tried to pull out to stroke herself over, but the strange crossed cock-ring trapped her cock out of reach. She felt precum drip down her shaft as she tensed herself, trying to force herself over with contractions.
She was about to complain when warmth like she had never experienced enveloped her shaft. She nearly screamed in pleasure, feeling a tongue swirl around head before letting he shaft disappear completely within a heavenly throat.
But as quickly as it came, it vanished again. Faye whimpered, slapping her hand against the wall as she bounced on her toes, trying to shake the frustration from her body.
She lost track of how many edges came and went. Her attempts to negotiate with the vixen hidden from view melted into pleading moans and frantic slaps against the wall.
After countless edges, Faye finally felt the edge slip behind her. She moaned with relief, finally it was over-!
The hands disappeared again. Faye screamed, banging on the wall as her orgasm ruined into nothing. Ropes of cum escaping without any of the usual accompanying pleasure. Only desperation as her arousal and frustration built with every empty spurt. Her hands slid across the wall, frantically clawing for a path through, wanting nothing more than to reach down and stroke as she came. But the wall was cruel and unyielding.
The moment her cock stopped twitching. The moment cum stopped dribbling. The hands returned. Just like the edges, the torturer behind the wall began again after each one. Ruining her over. And over. And over. Each one driving her desperation to new peaks.
By the time the ruins stopped, Faye had never wanting something so badly in her life. The need to have a full orgasm was more overwhelming than her need for oxygen. The pleasure she didn't know could exist had brought her to desperation in kind. She craved it. Longed for it. Needed it. The instant her cock was out of the hole, she was going to stroke herself into oblivion...
Something ice cold pressed against her shaft. Faye's breath faltered, as the coldness spread, sending a shiver up her spine.
The frigidness pressed relentless, slowly shrinking her cock. Before Faye could comprehend what was happening, she felt the hands behind the wall work her balls and shriveled cock through a ring, and a tight lid being sealed on top.
The crossed cock-ring was finally released. Faye exploded off the wall, her hands beating her eyes to the throbbing need between her legs.
The pleasure she was expecting never came. Only the cold touch of a metal plate. Faye's eyes shot wide, looking down to see a flat cage locked over her throbbing cock. She screamed in disbelief, her hands frantically clawing and rubbing against the metal, tears swelling in her eyes as precum dribbled from her prison.
She looked at the hole, ready to peer through and and cuss out whoever was on the other side. But just as she did, a sheet of paper slipped through a hole, and cover was quickly slid in place, sealing it off.
Faye sat frozen, trying to process as she throbbed beneath the steal, leaking enough to wet streaks down her thighs.
She finally leaned forwards, grabbing the paper from the ground. One one side, was a hand drawn heart. The other, a phone number.
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8 hours of heaven. A glory hole establishment so renowned, its praises were sung by nearly everyone. The girls were said to be completely obsessed with your pleasure. Nymphomaniacs. Insatiable for their customers pleasure and satisfaction. Maybe even a little bit crazy. For almost the entirety of their patrons, this was the reality. But for that one in a million, the voices so small they were just swallowed by the praises of the masses, this was not the case. In order to keep their girls eager to please and satisfied, each one is allowed a single cock to do with as they pleased.
Each girl was a special kind of crazy. So obsessed with achieving their sexual fantasy, that they pleased thousands with insatiable excitement, waiting for their perfect cock. For Naomi? She was absolutely obsessed with frustration. Driving someone mad with need and desperation. But she eagerly made hundreds of others cum, because she didn't want to deny just anyone. She wanted her own pet virgin, and now she finally had one...
-------------------------- Went a little crazy with this one, but it was a really fun prompt, and had to celebrate making it 1/3rd of the way there!! This drawing was also one I've been the most proud of in a very long time, so had to do a little extra! Even though I'm doing kinktober at a record slow pace compared to most artists, I don't think I've ever maintained a "1 full illustration per 3 days" rate of posting for a full month before! Definitely has been exhausting, but also a lot of a fun!
This was a premise I had thought of awhile ago before as well, but never actually acted on. I think the gloryhole is a really awesome type of "bondage" in a way. Whether its forced orgasms, ballbusting, edging, or virtually anything, the wall between someone and their "unit" is just such a simple but completely debilitating position that I think is awesome haha
Ruby had never seen another persons cock before. But she had heard a rumor that cock size was directly connected to height. She was quite a bit taller than the other girls in her class, especially her girlfriend Jasmine. Using that logic, she figured she must have been the biggest girl in her class. so she came up with a plan. The night they were to finally see each other nude, she offered a bet.
"How about whoever is smaller has to do whatever the other wants?"
"Smaller? But we already know I'm quite a bit smaller," Jasmine giggled, resting her forehead against Ruby's shoulder to emphasize the height difference.
"No I mean... Smaller" Ruby's motioned her head towards their hips with a grin.
"Ohhhh, I seeee... Sounds fun!"
Turns out height has nothing to do with size...
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I actually super like this one! I think this and the last one kind of have the same rendering style. Can almost tell they were made by the same artist! xD Might experiment some more with it!
Having no gag reflex was both a blessing and a curse. Chloe could take her master as deep as he wanted. A feat she was incredibly proud of, especially given his size. But with no gag reflex, her master took full advantage, shoving himself down her throat, and taking his sweet time before pulling out...
That had to have been a full minute. Chloe's legs clenched as she pressed against the ground, trying to retreat through the wall firmly behind her head. Her arms strained against her masters powerful legs, but to no avail. A warm buzz filled her head as her lungs began to contract, beckoning for permission to suck air passed his throbbing unit. Her throat was muted by his cock, forcing her to slap his thigh repeatedly in an attempt to get his attention.
He brushed her hand away.
"I'm close," he grunted, "so I'm not pulling out. You can breathe when I'm done using you!"
Chloe rapidly twirled her tongue on his cock. She had never been so desperate for his cum in her life...
Ash believes pleasure and pain are two sides of the same coin. She gets the pleasurable side, and her toys get the other...
Really loved the energy of the sketch and look of this one when i finished it, so i just decided to color it and lean into the style. The pose wasinspired off an artist named kairunoburogu's work. Their stuff is really impressive, so feel free to check it out!
May had always been a bit of a brat. She'd constantly push her owners buttons, trying to weasel out more and more privilege's and benefits. Cumming was always on her mind, and she'd complain endlessly when forced to stay denied.
Her denial record 6 days, but she'd begin complaining after a day 1. Her owner decided to break her record, and forced her to go a week. It was on the 7th day when May made a crucial mistake:
"You never let me cum!!"
All he said was, "You're right," and led her to be strapped in. He placed a device on her cock, which would spin and mercilessly pleasure the most sensitive parts of her cock. He placed a bucket on the floor in front of her, and sat in a chair across the room, turning on the TV.
"We'll remedy that now. I'll turn it off once the bucket's full."
It took 9 hours for her to fill the bucket, but he figured he'd make it an even dozen.
The vast majority of Maeve's country's workforce, researches, CEOs and government officials were all males. But it was nice. Women were allowed to do whatever they wanted with their free time, as they were given a stipend for living essentials. But 6 months ago, Maeve's government made a radical decision. In order to improve the workforces morale and efficiency, executive order 6111 was founded.
"All women of age will be required to install orgasm control chips (a device which completely disabled their ability to orgasm without a man's permission), as well as be prohibited from wearing clothes, regardless of location, unless able to acquire a government issued permit."
The idea was that with women's orgasms tightly restricted and constantly exposed, they would become progressively more horny and eager to please men, allowing their government and workforce to remain sexually satisfied, and focused more on the development of the nation.
In the 6 months since the order was signed, Maeve could already see the effects on the women on the street.
The first week was full of righteous indignation, and women who adamantly refused men's touch and scorned at their gazes. Many opted to lock up, using the small bits of metal as the only "clothing" they were allowed. It also helped them with self control, keeping them from touching themselves in an attempt to stave off their arousal.
In the second week, some began to cave. Embarrassingly asking men for release, but often receiving permission for as little as a hand-job. With how easily men were giving out orgasms, many started falling to the temptation as the weeks progressed. But with the increased supply of women willing to service them, the men began giving out permission less... and less...
Desperate women began filling the streets, competing with each other to earn the dwindling number of orgasms being given out.
6 months in, those who actually allow a girl release are a scarcity, as finding an eager girl on her knees was commonplace. With every passing day, women's arousal and eagerness to serve grew, and orgasms faded away. And today was Maeve's birthday...
Charlotte needed a C in English, but she really struggled with writing. In a spark of stupidity, she paid someone to write her paper for her. She didn't realize they screenshotted their text conversations and kept a copy of the paper they wrote for her. Her school had a zero tolerance policy on cheating, and he knew it.
"If you want me to keep this to myself, you'll be coming to my house tomorrow. I'd say dress up since we'll be taking some pictures, but what you wear won't really be mattering..."
Really wanted to complete day 1 on actual day one haha, so managed to get this done! Did contour drawing for all of this with no underlying sketch. Its definitely such a difficult skill that I think will require a ton of practice to really master, but hopefully its still good enough for you all to enjoy day 1!
I have modified the list slightly, not including things that were too closely related to other categories already in the list, or categories that are more focused on the need for words or storytelling involved, as opposed to the drawing themselves. Hope this makes sense! We will be taking the most popular 13 of these choices!
This time you can actually vote for multiple things.....
Last year my patreon was paused for the month of October, but this month, maybe we should try to do Kinktober? This could be great practice for contour drawings and just doing straight ink rather than under-sketches, as well as help for line art! However, because I am working so much, I probably will do like.... kinktober-ember? xD Try to do one prompt every 3 days to give myself a little leeway and not completely kill myself in the short term. Just have it stretch into the other months? What do you guys think? Something we're interested in?
I have looked up a list and took the ones I thought would apply to what we've touched on before and discarded the others. But because of that, the list is incomplete! If you guys would comment below kinks you'd like to see fill up the empty slots, that would be great! Ill compile them and we can do a poll to select the 13 remaining slots!
This was drawn with no underlying sketch, it was just a contour drawing. It was done from looking a sketch though, which definitely helps with placement. But this type of drawing might be what I do in the future for nearly everything. Not having underlying construction and sketching means that my "sketch" IS my lineart. And trying to draw over my sketch to get clean lineart is my least favorite part of drawing, and a very difficult thing for me to get right. They all tend to look lifeless and gross imo. But if i can get better at this type of drawing, then not only will I avoid the misery of having to trace my sketch for line art, but my speed will DRASTICALLY improve! I put in a little speech bubble, and that almost looks like a believable comic panel! Its very difficult though, so it'll require a lot of practice to get proficient at. But I think its a promising direction!
So I thought I would give you all an update. Unfortunately, the siding on my house has degraded to such a degree, that I am now inviting water damage. Pretty awesome... So I have to get my siding replaced, which turns out to be a laughably ridiculous amount. Because of that, I have been working a lot more, and the stress of dealing with this coupled with a lot more on my plate trying to deal with the costs, I have virtually no energy left in the tank. In moments where I do, I will still be trying to create what I can, but I wanted to tell you guys what was going on, and let you all know that I may be pretty inactive for awhile. I realize you guys subscribe for the content, and not the life drama haha, but I wanted to be transparent with the content decrease! Hopefully the little I can make will still be entertaining for you all!
Wanted to practice designing characters a bit, as well as using backgrounds to complement a design! Decided to design a vampire, since I was talking about them with one of my friends haha. Overall, I really like the design, and the background turned out much better than i was originally expecting it to, especially since I almost always try to avoid environments xD
When working on faces, I decided to draw off of some varied styles to get more diversity. The image on the right I really liked, and think I may do more style studies going forwards, integrating aspects from various images and solidifying a more unified style. So far, I really like how it is very heavily anime references, but there are realism aspects that give the face more dimension (shading of the nose, overlapping with side of face, nose ridgeline separating the eye) It makes mapping out the face and placing the features make a lot more sense in my head, and I think I like the slightly more realistic look compared to more hardcore anime style like sailor moon, where its much easier to see the face as flat.
Because the comments mentioned in the last chapter were pretty unanimous in their direction, I decided not to do the poll and just jump right in! I hope you all enjoy the chapter!
“Well your contract has officially started, so we’ll be beginning now. We’ll need to get some measurements from you, so if you’ll please follow me.” Mr. Brook pushed up from his desk, exiting the room with Halo’s contract beneath his arm.
Halo followed him. He led her past the waiting room, and into a hallway of glass. The silent buzz of the public rooms was replaced by a bustle of activity. Each room was lined with massive glass walls, allowing various rooms to be seen at once. She felt like a goldfish, trailing nervously through her tube of glass, with the world rushing around her. Halo’s eyes trailed from room to room. Each was filled with workers. The very air seemed saturated with knowledge. The symphony of rushing workers, machines whirling, and the pristine world of white lights made her feel entirely out of place.
“This room please.” Brook stopped, holding open a glass door for her. She entered, taking in a massive room, complete with various machines of unknown purposes, an open floor with a white photography backdrop, and three researchers. Two seemed to be busy in their own world, but one noticed Halo’s entrance.
She had long lavender hair, running long enough to give her lab coat a run for its money. Her large glasses gleamed in the bright lights of the room, but still unable to hide the circles beneath her eyes and exhaustion in her face. Her hair was pulled behind her shoulders, but several strands had slipped across her face, which she couldn’t be bothered to fix.
“This is Doctor Kelley, head of Shorai’s research team for the sexual development line. Doctor Kelley, this is Halo. She will be your subject for the next two years.” Halo smiled, shaking her hand. Her face twitched at the term subject.
“Wonderful. Let's get started then. Please remove all articles of clothing for me.” Halo stiffened.
“I-I’m sorry, my clothes?”
“Of course. We can’t get your measurements through them.” Dr. Kelley walked away, grabbing a few tools from her table. Halo’s eyes darted around the room. There were four others within the room, but it was worse than that. The glass layout of the floor allowed several other rooms to peer into this one, along with anyone who happened to pass through the hallway.
“Yeah, o-of course. Is there a changing room I could use? It’s just… There are quite a few people in here. And with the glass and everything, I was hoping–” Dr. Kelley let out a heavy sigh, cutting Halo’s words in her throat.
“There’s no changing room, and reservations will just slow down my research.” Kelley didn’t bother sugar coating her tone. “You can take them off here.” Halo’s eyes searched for help, settling on Mr. Brook. He gave her a hollow smile, shaking her contract in his hands.
“Now is good.” Kelley jabbed again. Halo’s heart raced. She eyed the door. She wanted to go tear up her contract and walk out, but she knew she couldn't. She needed this job as badly as she needed food. And with the state of her credits, they might as well have been one and the same.
Halo swallowed the lump in her throat, praying for the red of her cheeks to subside as she began to slowly disrobe. With every piece of clothing that dropped to the floor, Halo’s heart raced faster. Her stomach dropped, as her arousal began to climb with every passing gaze. Please don’t get hard please don’t get hard. Halo chanted to herself like a mantra. Unfortunately, a fruitless mantra.
Finally, her bra and panties joined the bundle of cloth at her feet. She had her arm pressed tightly across her chest, the other cupping her now completely stiff cock. Precum wetted the inside of her palm. She wanted to die.
“Thank you.” Kelley motioned to one of her colleagues, who grabbed her clothes off the floor and walked away.
“What is he–!” Halo took a step in an attempt to follow, but the movement stripped away what little pride she still had, freezing her in her place.
“We’ll be taking your clothes for study. We wish to research every aspect of your progression, even down to the quality, material, and type of clothing you tend to wear now, versus various stages of your contract. You won’t be needing them right now anyways. Let’s begin.” She led Halo over to the backdrop.
“Stand facing the camera, arms and legs spread.” Her arms felt magnetized to herself, taking untold effort to peel them away. She slowly spread, feeling the air conditioned environment replace the warmth of her hands. Her cock twitched, and with it fell a small drop of precum. She hoped they were standing too far to notice. Her face burned.
“Now your backside.” Halo turned, eager to shield her cock from the room full of her clothed bosses. “This device scans your body, giving us your measurements down to a millimeter of accuracy. However, it doesn’t do well with overlapping parts, so some areas must still be measured by hand. Face this way please.”
Halo turned back around to find Dr. Kelley quickly approached. Before Halo could speak, Kelley reached down, slipping a device around the base of her cock. Her body jolted at the sudden contact.
The device began to whirl, slowly tightening around her base, clicking tighter and looser, self balancing like a blood pressure cuff, until it finally beeped and released. In the meantime, Dr. Kelley had been scanning her cock with a handheld device, flashing rapidly as lasers lit a grid across her skin. She moved to various angles, mapping thoroughly.
Halo squirmed with embarrassment. She knew she was small. Very small. And Dr. Kelley was getting a front row seat to it.
“Perfect. Next the device needs to scan you while you’re erect. You may touch yourself, or we could get you some porn or something if you need.” Halo stood stunned.
“I-I am….erect…” Halo could barely form the words.
“What was that?” Kelley asked, still scribbling on her clipboard. Halo could cook eggs on her cheeks. She cleared her throat.
“I-I am erect… R-right now…” Dr. Kelley finally stopped writing. She dropped the clipboard, staring between Halo’s legs, her gaze triggering a fresh drop of precum. For the first time since meeting, Dr. Kelley' aloof demeanor cracked.
“That…” Kelley pointed to Halos' throbbing nub, “is erect?” Halo’s eyes dropped to the floor, causing a wide grin to stretch across the doctor’s face. “That's like…” She held up her pinkie, closing one eye as she compared. A stifled laugh slipped from her lips. “If you’ll excuse me…”
Doctor Kelley walked to her colleagues. Halo watched as they talked. They were too far to hear, but the moment Kelley lifted her pinkie, the content was clear. Halo clasped her hands over herself, feeling precum wet her palms as her nub twitched feverishly.
What was happening to her? Disbelief and embarrassment rung through her head. She was overwhelmed with the urge to find anything to cover up and run out the door. And yet more than anything else, the feeling of arousal was all she could focus on. Kelley returned, still grinning.
“You got us an excellent subject, Mr. Brook.” Halo had almost forgotten he was there behind her. She turned to him, watching his eyes linger on the curves of her butt, before reluctantly raising to meet Kelley’s. His unapologetic lust made her shift beneath his gaze.
“Certainly did.” Mr. Brook took a deep breath through his smile. “Are you finished with your measurements?”
“Mostly. We’ll still need to get a flaccid measurement, but we’ll get that in a moment.” Doctor Kelley turned towards Halo, beet red and shielding herself with her arms once again. “We had planned on a series of devices, working our way down. However, you are simply… too small to fit in our larger devices. As such, we will be installing you in a device further down the line of our series. Please follow me.”
Halo obeyed, taking small steps as she carefully kept herself covered. She could hear Mr. Brook’s steps close behind her, knowing full well he was eyeing her with every step.
“What do you mean by ‘installing me in a device’? What device?”
“We will be installing a chastity device. Please sit here.” She motioned towards a mechanical looking chair, positioned below a large tubular device retracted above the seat.
“A c-chastity device?” Halo sat. Kelley pulled her legs apart one at a time, attaching them to spread mounts on the side of the chair. “Um, for how long…? A day or two?”
“Well, in order to achieve the results we are looking for, I am not allowed to inform you on how long it could be. Now, let's begin the installation.”
“Wait!” Halo blurted, the forced spread of her legs made her balls already wet with need. “Um. Can I at least uh, at least… have one last, finish? Before you…?”
“Oh that's right. I suppose you would want that. Yes, however, you won’t be doing it yourself. We will be collecting data.” Kelley grabbed a cable, pulling aside Halo’s hair and plugging into her neural port. “First things first. This is a proprietary Shorai software that gives us access to all kinds of data, from hormone levels to blood pressure. It has various other effects, but for the purpose of maintaining experiment integrity, we won’t be sharing them with you until you need to know.”
While she talked, Kelley began strapping Halos' hips to the chair. It wasn’t just a belt. The straps went around her hips, her thighs, and her stomach, ratcheting firmly until she was entirely immobilized, unable to even shift her weight in the seat. The computer beeped, prompting Kelley to unplug the port.
“Now, this machine is what we will use to give you your orgasm before lock up.” Doctor Kelley reached up, grabbing the see through tube and pulling it down to Halo’s immobilized hips. The tube connected to the various straps, locking it in place between her thighs, sealing her throbbing cock from the outside world.
“Together with the software we just installed in your neural link, this machine is designed to seal off all outside stimuli, while keeping track of exactly how much stimulation it gives you. Now, unfortunately, this machine was designed for… larger subjects. Its smallest setting is for cocks of three inches in length, and you are… Well lets just say, below three inches.
“Luckily, with how much precum you’ve expelled up to this point, I don’t believe it’ll prevent you from getting your orgasm.” Kelley smirked, looking down at Halo’s dripping nub, twitching eagerly for attention.
Doctor Kelley started up the machine, before leaving to talk with her peers across the room. A ring of synthetic flesh, about 2 inches in length, extended through the clear tube. It looked like a fleshlight with the back cut off, Halo assumed so it could pleasure cocks of any size without bottoming out. Once in position, it paused for a moment, before mechanically springing to life.
Halo let a soft grunt escape her as she slipped between the heated flesh. Her cheeks flushed. Despite Doctor Kelley’ absence, Mr. Brook was standing by, intently watching her. The audience to her situation made waves of arousal churn within her. The machine had its own lubricant, but she doubted it was necessary. She had already soaked it with precum.
The pleasure was torturously slow. The machine went the full three inches with every stroke, leaving Halo twitching on her own half the time as it stroked the air past the end of her cock. It left a second or so of absence between each stroke, before it’d slip back over her cock and disappear as quickly as it came.
It was humiliating. Set to the smallest setting, and yet still the lengths of the strokes nearly doubled her, not even able to experience the full stroke. Even with the drastically reduced stimulation, with her situation, it was more than enough. Her hips began to press against their binds, wishing they could thrust to hasten her trip towards the edge.
Her breaths deepened, closing her eyes as she crept closer. Her toes clenched, and her hands gripped into her breasts.
Finally! Halo moaned to herself, slipping over. Just as she did, the machine’s rhythm changed. It moved off her cock and began to vibrate and twist, barely an inch past her tip.
“Nnng–excuse m–” Halo’s hands pressed frantically against the outside of the glass tube, her fingers trying to pry between her body and the seal. “The machine isn’t–!” Dr. Kelley was across the room, unable to hear, and too preoccupied in her conversation to care if she had.
Halo’s cock convulsed, bobbing as her pleasure was ripped from the orgasm, ruining to a degree she didn’t know possible. She thrashed against her binds, trying to push her cock deeper into the tube, desperately reaching for the tantalizing stimulation just out of reach. Her convulsions stopped, replaced by tingling throbs of frustration as cum dribbled from her cock like a broken fountain.
Her arousal worsened with every second of dribbling release. She desperately stroked the tube, whimpering as the public setting of her orgasm faded from her mind. All she could look at was her cock, and the weak, constant dribble of white. Every muscle clenched with need, trying to force the pleasure of the orgasm to return. A fruitless attempt. After nearly 10 seconds of leaking cum, Halo collapsed in her chair, whining with a mixture of defeat and frustration. With the show over, Mr. Brook went to collect Dr. Kelley.
“33.4 millimeters,” Dr. Kelley commented to herself, scribbling the data from the machine on. “Must have been quite the orgasm.”
“A-actually,” Halo’s voice was weak, “When I started cu–...finishing, the machine stopped stroking, it just shook and spun just past my–just passed me!” Her obvious frustration saturated her tone. Dr. Kelley rose an eyebrow for a moment, before realization struck her face
“Ahh, I see. That is a feature of the machine. The moment it received the data from your neural link program that you were experiencing an orgasm, it moved to apply maximum stimulation to the frenulum, the most sensitive portion of the cock. It’s designed that way to give you the most pleasurable orgasm possible. Unfortunately, it was set for a cock of 3 inches in size, so it must have missed you entirely... If you were bigger, it would have given you the best orgasm of your life. Unfortunately, the machine wasn’t really designed for nubs.”
“Wha–” Halo’s jaw dropped. Did she really just say that? Wasn’t she supposed to be professional?! “W-well… Okay well, w-whatever the cause, the machine…” Halo’s voice dropped, “the machine ruined me.”
“I’m very sorry about that.” Dr. Kelley responded, not bothering to take her eyes off her clipboard. She continued scribbling for a few more moments, before finally looking up. “Alright, so we can use this machine to apply cold water to get our flaccid measurement, and then it can install the chastity cage. How it works, is it will–”
“W-wait!” Halo interrupted. “Did you not… I said it ruined me! I still need to, well, actually finish!”
“Yes I heard. The purpose of the orgasm before lock up was to determine an initial starting place for ejaculation volume per orgasm. If you were to have another orgasm now, it would taint the results.”
“But–! You can’t seriously expect me to lock up after that, can you?!”
“That is exactly what I expect.” Halo was about to continue her protests, but the machine hummed to life. With no warning, dispensers from within the tube began spraying ice cold water. The glass of the tube distorted like a carwash, as Halo took in a sharp breath. She jerked in her seat, trying to escape the frigid onslaught, but her straps held firm.
Before long, the water stopped. The distorted glass faded, revealing Halo’s flaccid cock, a tiny nub hardly protruding past her body. The machine glowed, covering her in a laser grid as it took its measurements. This time, Doctor Kelley audibly laughed, quickly followed by the chuckles of Mr. Brook and the other researchers.
“It appears we’ll be starting off with the flat cage.” Kelley smiled. “Many of our devices would be too big for you erect, let alone flaccid.” Halo couldn’t form a complete word. She watched in silence as a cock ring appeared within the tube, and various mechanical tendrils worked her into it.
“You should count yourself lucky. Even the ring itself has a multitude of features and abilities…” She went on to explain several of them, but her voice faded into the background. All of Halo’s attention went within the tube. Time seemed to slow as the ring was fixed into place, and a flat piece of metal was slowly pressed against her, locking in place.
By the time the tube retracted, Halo had already christened her cage with precum. Her fingers reached down slowly, afraid to touch it. Afraid to feel the metal, and the complete absence of pleasure from her fingertips. Afraid to face reality. The moment her fingers touched the metal, her body ached, leaking precum through the steel. She couldn’t ignore it anymore. Naked in a room full of her bosses, ruined, caged, and humiliated. That was her reality.
Please comment below on what you think should happen next!!
After compiling the results of the forms document, here is a short introduction to our CYOA character! What I am thinking, in the comments of this post, you guys can post any potential ideas you think could be fun for the next chapter, then after a few days to give people a chance to put forth their ideas, I'll combine them into a poll and we can figure out where we wanna go with the story! If you guys have any better ideas for how to make this work, feel free to post those as well! Hope you all enjoy the intro!
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Halo heard a garbled voice through the wall. She couldn’t make them out, but from the tone it was clear. Another dissatisfied interviewee.
The pitter patter of Halo’s hands nervously slapping against her thighs filled the waiting room. A room that started with nearly a dozen people was down to just her. She focused her mind on the buzz of electronics filling the air. Her one bastion of defense against her ever rising tide of nerves.
The voice grew even louder. All the girls before her had left visibly annoyed, but this girl was a diva in comparison. Halo sighed. She couldn’t imagine being confident enough to explode on a potential employer. But then again, she wasn’t exactly successful to begin with.
Halo was a model. Scratch that. A budding model. The kind of model that lives in a run down apartment with walls held up by nutrition packs and willpower. To her, even Shorai Industries' waiting room was high class.
Halo jumped as the girl before her burst out of the interviewer’s door, storming across the floor. Halo’s eyes traced the ceiling and walls, as if seeing their designs for the first time, and their allure was much more interesting than the scene the girl had made.
A shorter, balding man left the room, resting a hand on the doorway as he watched her leave. For the scene she just made, Halo expected his emotions to match hers. But he was as cool as could be.
“Next.” The main stated. His voice was low, a mixture of apathy and authority. Halo shot to her feet. The man motioned her to follow with a tilt of his head, and entered the room.
“Welcome to Shorai,” The man exhaled as he took his seat. “I’m Justin Brook, and I’ll be your interviewer today. You are…Halo White, I presume?”
“Yes,” Her voice cracked, unaccustomed to speaking after the hours of nervous silence in the waiting room. She cleared it. “It’s nice to meet you.”
“Pleasure.” The man didn’t spend much time looking at her, opting to study her packet instead. “So, says here you’re a model, but you haven’t included any past employers. Work with anyone I might recognize?”
“Um, I actually haven’t spent much time in the uh– in the industry yet. But I do have some photoshoot experience, and a bit of acting experience as well. Although nothing mainstream, I suppose. I didn’t include them as references since they weren’t for professional companies, just individuals and their projects.”
She hoped he’d leave it at that. Explaining she was just modeling for some friends interested in photography, and acting in some short stories for student film projects wasn’t something she’d expect to help her case. Halo felt her cheeks warm. What was she even doing here? She sent her resume to dozens of companies, trying to hedge her bets. She never expected a response from Shorai. Shorai was one of the biggest tech companies in her area. She felt like a middle schooler applying to a law firm.
“I see,” The man flipped closed her resume, tossing it on the table. The slap of its impact made Halo jump. “To be honest, we’re looking for someone we can build up as the face of a specific Shorai Industries product line. Of course a more experienced model has its advantages, but it can also come with baggage.
“Those who are recognizable, will also come with associations to their previous works, which isn’t something we’re too interested in.” The man leaned back in his chair, taking a moment to look Halo down. Despite his relatively friendly face, being studied made her uneasy in her chair. “You are certainly attractive enough for this job, and since we are looking for a more candid representation for our product line, modeling and acting experience come second to that. If you’re interested, we could talk specifics for your contract?” Halo stared blankly at the man for a moment, processing his offer.
“Uh–Absolutely, yeah!” She tried to maintain a professional look, but her smile bubbled through. She couldn’t figure out why the previous interviewees had all walked out upset. She had to have been the least qualified, and even she could get the job.
“Wonderful.” The man slid open a drawer, pulling out a thick bundle of stapled sheets, covered top to bottom in legal jargon. “This first sheet is an NDA. This will apply to the specifics of your contract, but also to everything in this interview going forwards, whether you take the job or not. It is legally binding, and states that if you talk to other companies or individuals about either of these two things, you will be at risk for legal action. Just sign here if you are interested in hearing about the contract. Of course, signing does not mean you must take the job. Just that you can’t talk about it.”
“Woah, um…” Halo tried to skim the page, but it was far too complex for her to follow. She suddenly felt just how out of her depth she was. “So if I sign, even if I don’t take the job, I’ll be completely fine so long as I don’t mention any specifics to anyone? And I am not committing to the job or anything either, right?”
“That's right. No obligation to take the job. It's just meant to safeguard this project from dissatisfied interviewees tanking the project's reputation in its infancy.” That made sense, especially with how angry the last girl was. Halo nodded, grabbed the pen and signed.
“Wonderful! Now that that’s over with, we can talk about the specifics. We are looking for someone to test a new line of cybernetics and sex based devices. This job would include testing these products, reporting your experiences with them, your feelings, and modeling said products for the public.” Suddenly the previous interviewees made sense.
“....Umm. R-Right. I had no idea Shorai was in the umm… sex field.” Halo stumbled through her words.
“We aren’t yet publicly, but we’ve been developing rather advanced technology in the field, and are starting a new chain of products we believe will have success. But part of that is getting an understanding of how the devices feel to be used by everyday people, as well as testing their effectiveness. Of course, all of these products have been vetted as safe, but that’s relatively unrelated to user experience.
“If you are interested in the position, it is a two year contract, with a 2.5 million credit salary per year.”
“I’m sorry–Y-you said 2.5 million per year??”
“That is the salary, yes. There is also a signing bonus, as well as bonuses depending on how well the products sell after any public ads or appearances you make.”
“That’s uh–That’s very generous…” Halo could hardly breathe. 5 million credits over 2 years? Even more than that with all the bonuses? She took a deep breath, trying to push the concept of, “more money than she’d ever seen,” out of her mind. Afterall, she’d be testing out sex based products. She cleared her throat again. “What kind of products would I be testing?”
“Unfortunately, I am not at liberty to say exactly what you will be testing. Part of why we are offering such a substantial salary is compensating for that uncertainty. What I can reiterate, is that every product is guaranteed to be safe to use. But rest assured, you will not be required to fake enjoyment of any products. Part of the position's responsibilities is being entirely forthcoming with your experience.
“Speaking of the products, I do have to ask: do you have any cybernetic implants?”
“Oh um, yes I have several. My father set aside enough money to give me limbs, as well as a neural link. He wanted to give me the best protection he could afford.”
“Smart man,” Mr. Brook laughed. “Perfect! That would be the only potential requirement for this position that you might not have satisfied! With that out of the way, would you like to go over the specifics of the contract?” Halo’s giddiness peaked through.
“Does that mean I got the job?”
“That is exactly what that means. So long as the conditions of the contract are understood and accepted by you, you’ll be walking out of here with a 20,000 credit signing bonus and a 2 year contract.” Mr. Brook grabbed the contract from the side of the table, positioning it in front of her.
“Since we’ve already covered that this job is under an NDA…” Mr. Brook flip passed the page. “Here we are. Now please keep in mind, this contract is legally binding the moment you sign it, and we advise you to have your lawyer or manager with you while doing so. Would you like to pause here and make a call?”
“Oh no, that's okay. I am well enough equipped to understand it myself.” Halo put on her best confident smile. She didn’t even have enough credits in her account to cover next month's rent, let alone afford either of those.
“Very well! This section states, since this job is also about collecting data for Shorai, you understand you will be required to talk about your feelings, experiences, desires, as well as show yourself in said products to both myself and other members of Shorai’s staff. As well as giving Shorai’s advertising team the rights of any pictures, videos, or testimony you make. If you understand, please sign and initial, here.” Mr. Brook pointed to the blank locations on the page.
Halo felt arousal sprouting within her. She hated to admit it, but she had fantasized about being naked in front of others before. Being required to put herself in that situation stroked a side to her she often tried to ignore. She swallowed the ball of excitement in her throat, forcing herself to focus.
“Yes I understand.”
“Wonderful.” He flipped the page. “This section states that, in order to guarantee accurate data, you are legally bound to use Shorai’s products for an undisclosed and uncompromisable duration of time. Of course, so long as it falls within your contract's duration of two years. Breach of this agreement would compromise Shorai’s data, and therefore void your contract. You would be expected to pay back all salary and bonuses paid to you up till that point, as well as compensation of financial losses accrued by Shorai by your breach of contract, up to 5 million credits.”
“Oh wow, okay… Um, what if I do something by accident?”
“Oh, don’t worry. Any devices that have time requirements will have safeguards in place to prevent that. You would need to go actively out of your way and search for outside help in order for this clause to come into effect. Basically, it just means ‘You don’t get to jump out early and break your contract.’ Does that make sense?”
“Okay,” Halo smiled through a sigh of relief. “Of course, I understand that having a model jump out mid contract could put you guys in a tough spot. I would never do that.”
“We definitely value reliability like that.” Mr. Brook smiled. “In that case, please sign and initial here, and here.” The soft scratch of Halo’s pen filled the silence. “Well, there we go! Welcome to Shorai! I’m looking forward to working with you.” Mr. Brook offered a hand, which Halo shook immediately.
“Thank you, I’m excited as well! I can guarantee I will do my best for you guys.” Halo smiled widely, excitement bubbling up her throat. “When do we start?”
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Please post in the comments what you would like to see next! Ideally it will relatively immediate (only about a chapters worth of length). So it could be something like, "she is introduced to the rest of the team and fitted for a chastity cage in front of everyone", and less like "she meets someone, falls in love and gets married", since that would require many chapters to do. I'm excited to read you guys' ideas!
Did a little realism practice to focus on facial structure and positioning. Very weird to draw more realistically, but I think good practice to do sometimes!
Wanted to do some head work, and wanted to see if i could make them look right with 1 character in different emotions, and have them actually look like the same character. Some look similar. Some..... well might need more practice xD
