Ivory

You stand in front of a large crowd of angry workmen on strike from an arms plant, they hold aloft banners and signs demanding higher rations and a reduction in working hours

"B-b-but… C-comrade Commissar… these are just r-regular workers… t-they just want more rations and shorter hours… t-they're not counter-revolutionary, they're just striking!" Your Commissar shoots you a devilish grin before saying

"Now now my little agent… you know we can't have these reactionary traitors disrupting production~"

"The Central Committee was very clear on how essential a disciplined and loyal labor force is for maintaining production when we're already fighting so much counter-revolution!"

"How are our comrades of the Red Army supposed to defend our socialist homeland if these traitors keep refusing to work and cut off their desperately needed flow of ammunition hmmm~?"

"No… I think you know as well as I do what we need to do here~"

"And I think you know how The Party tells us to deal with traitors~"

"And if you don't have the revolutionary spirit to deal with these traitors in the manner The Party prescribes then…"

She puts her service pistol to the back of your head. You can feel the cold gunmetal dig into your scalp.

"Then you'll have shown your true colors once and for all…"

"And you can join your fellow traitors in the grave where they belong~~"

"…"

"Y-yes C-comrade Commissar…"

You tightly close your eyes and empty your submachine gun into the crowd, reload, and fire again and again until the screaming stops and the trigger only clicks with the sound of an empty magazine…

For the people For The Party

For your Commissar

After a few minutes of silence you then feel the slight prick of an injection and your mind lights up like a firecracker with a wave of pure pleasure so strong you can no longer even think of remembering what you just did. Your knees buckle and you begin to stumble backwards, your submachine gun falling out of your hands as you stumble backwards towards your Commissar.

"That's my Good Agent~~"

She embraces you and begins to stroke your hair gently, every brush feels like heaven on Earth

"The Party will always make sure good, loyal agents like you will get rewarded for their efforts~" She begins to slowly run her hands up and down your body, everywhere she touches burning with mind melting ecstasy. After a few more minutes of this She says.

You stand in front of a large crowd of angry workmen on strike from an arms plant, they hold aloft banners and signs demanding higher rations and a reduction in working hours

"B-b-but… C-comrade Commissar… these are just r-regular workers… t-they just want more rations and shorter hours… t-they're not counter-revolutionary, they're just striking!" Your Commissar shoots you a devilish grin before saying

"Now now my little agent… you know we can't have these reactionary traitors disrupting production~"

"The Central Committee was very clear on how essential a disciplined and loyal labor force is for maintaining production when we're already fighting so much counter-revolution!"

"How are our comrades of the Red Army supposed to defend our socialist homeland if these traitors keep refusing to work and cut off their desperately needed flow of ammunition hmmm~?"

"No… I think you know as well as I do what we need to do here~"

"And I think you know how The Party tells us to deal with traitors~"

"And if you don't have the revolutionary spirit to deal with these traitors in the manner The Party prescribes then…"

She puts her service pistol to the back of your head. You can feel the cold gunmetal dig into your scalp.

"Then you'll have shown your true colors once and for all…"

"And you can join your fellow traitors in the grave where they belong~~"

"…"

"Y-yes C-comrade Commissar…"

You tightly close your eyes and empty your submachine gun into the crowd, reload, and fire again and again until the screaming stops and the trigger only clicks with the sound of an empty magazine…

For the people For The Party

For your Commissar

After a few minutes of silence you then feel the slight prick of an injection and your mind lights up like a firecracker with a wave of pure pleasure so strong you can no longer even think of remembering what you just did. Your knees buckle and you begin to stumble backwards, your submachine gun falling out of your hands as you stumble backwards towards your Commissar.

"That's my Good Agent~~"

She embraces you and begins to stroke your hair gently, every brush feels like heaven on Earth

"The Party will always make sure good, loyal agents like you will get rewarded for their efforts~" She begins to slowly run her hands up and down your body, everywhere she touches burning with mind melting ecstasy. After a few more minutes of this She says.

-Handler @ivory-wing

-Handler @ivory-wing

-Handler @ivory-wing

-Handler @ivory-wing

A woman in black shoves me against an alley wall, leather-gloved hand over my mouth. She’s bigger than me, simply keeping me there by the press of her body as her other hand gropes and toys with me.

“You’re gonna make such a good dog…”

As I feel a prick in my side, and the world starts fading. ‘I won’t make it to my next class’, is the last thing that goes through my mind as she pushes my stumbling body into her car.