This'll be a proper art dump some day.

Probably my last post here, but I made my own Discord server! If you’re interested in all things faceless and shiny, come hang out.

God damnit I don’t wanna move it’s a pain in the ass and everything sucks FUCK.

But I will. Because I love sharing what I get with you guys. So this means I’ll be moving to Twitter! Slam that mfern Follow on there if you’re still interested in all the usual spooky, shiny, sexy goodness. Still unsure if I’ll spam upload all the pics I can remember, but I’ll at least find a way to make an archive sooner or later.

...And the resultant super badass former orc turned obedient panda golem ready to kick some butt. This one’s done by EbonyRubberWolf!

IT’S MY BIRTHDAY AGAIN I’M OLD OH GOD

As a present, have some panda done by Mr. Bose!

Aand lastly part 4, once more written by @phantomdotexe!

Poor Phantom was all alone. Except for the throbbing that coursed throughout her body and the ominipresence of her new owner, Aislinne. That kept her company. The nanites that laminated her form could convince her that she was feeling things that she wasn’t feeling, and grant her levels of pleasure that she could scarcely reach with the mere physical. Her emotions were taped and played back to her in a slowly escalating feedback loop.

Random shocks across her flesh came at the same time of pleasant warmth and prodding. She already felt her mind associating the two, blending them together into a thick miasma of lust. Jolts would hit her thighs and sex with stunning power, and each one of them was drawing a gasp from her firmly plugged lips.

She didn’t have to know what was happening to her in the real world to know how she felt. Giant toys within were bursting to life, making her drool in the physical and making her brain skip in the digital. Her mind was being addled with new, tremendous freedom. Aislinne entered her thoughts. You don’t have to resist or lead. You can cum as much as you want as my own personal assistant.

Aislinne was making her endure her own fantasy. Phantom’s resistance seemed to fade with each new shock. She wasn’t just seeing Aislinne in her mind’s eye; an overlapping image of Aislinne in real time presented itself. She saw as the mauve mistress walked away, as she transformed to mimic the monochrome outfit, and as she sealed the door behind her. Phantom was being fed the orgiastic high that came with successfully completing a capter. After all, a good majordomo would share in the victories for their Mistress. In this way, Aislinne was parting with the tiniest portion of her raucous emotion and sparking a shred of that lewdness in her already-captive soon-slave.

No need to talk to me. Not that you could say anything, and not that I’ll be letting you talk. Maybe in a few years. For now, just watch and feel. You already know how much fun it is being the top. Just watch how much fun it is when I’m in charge.”

Phantom let out an internal scream as a glass case slid over the pod. The scream continued to grow in power and pitch, morphing into genuine bliss as she climaxed.

The case locked with three loud click-click-click sounds. The pod retreated into the floor - out of sight and out of mind. Holographic readouts above her techno-tomb read a garbled 9:9:9:9. She wasn’t getting out until Asilinne came back.

Or, at least, until “Phantom” returned. She sashayed to a secretary, sitting idly and trying to look busy, and plopped herself on her employee’s desk - resting her elbows on the desk and her head on top of her hands in a coquettish pose.

“Yes, ma’am?” said the raven-haired secretary.

Part 3, by yours truly.

Despite the incessant wiggling of her freshly sealed prey, things seemed to be going well. Aislinne was enjoying a last few moments of closeness with Phantom, pressed up as close as possible. Hands idly resting on either side of the opaque visored helmet, her gaze was transfixed on the current loading bar. It was nearly full already, the myriad of systems coming online to set the tightly encased cyborg on a fast track to enthrallment.

"This is nice, isn't it? Just me, you, the all over teasing, the invasive mind reformatting..." The nano-thing let out a little, lyrical chuckle, then gently pressed her forehead to where Phantom's would be just beneath. She peppered a few kisses on the visor, then breathed out slow and steady. Her captive's various mewls and groans were muted, but the way her body was moving made it all too clear what was happening beneath the paper-thin, uber tight vacseal. Even with barely an inch if that of wiggle room, Phantom was trying her hardest to buck and hump at the air. Her fingers twitched, her toes fought to curl, it was like every part of her body was on fire.

Aislinne ground and bumped right along, her stupendously curvy body meshed perfectly with the one in front of it. Space-blue-purple-void crushed into obsidian black techno-perfection, and the resulting squeaks were as cacophonic as they were lusty. The helmet may have left Phantom deaf, dumb, and blind, but she could surely feel another body humping on hers amid the endless and merciless stimulation of her unforgiving prison.

Groans and growls of the monstrous woman's own soon filled the air as well, her eyes fluttering shut as she began to simply make out with smooth, perfect glass. Crotch to crotch and bust to bust, lightning tingled up and down both women, though the trapped one had far more to deal with.

Full saturation for poor Phantom hit when the visor pinged. 'Complete' read in stark white, the whole suite of brainwashing, pleasuring, and modification software finally loaded in. Finally finding herself again, Aislinne dug out some measure of composure. She slowly pulled herself away, hands still firmly holding onto the helmet. Now the distressed CEO was nearly stretching her prison with her jerks and tugs, surely suffering deliciously and completely silently to the outside world.

"Majordomo. That'll be you. Optimized for service and sexiness. The prettiest figurehead around...and nobody'll be any the wiser. ...Because I'll be you. And you'll be mine~." With that, the nanite matriarch planted one last kiss on the helmet, its new progress bar already beginning to fill. She stepped back and pirouetted on a heel, then sashayed her way out.

Part deux, written by @phantomdotexe!

Phantom’s world collapsed in on itself as the helmet finish adhering to the suit. Finished adhering to her.

The interface wasn’t just a screen of saucy images. She’d tried that, years ago, and captives would always get bored. The current design was an involved series series of theta-waves that would pass through the body and into the brain, emitted from the Farady cage of a helmet.

She started to yell. It felt good to let out a good, long scream. It felt good because she had designed these that way; because you were supposed to yell. You were supposed to moan and groan and send all your pheremones into an unpredictable tizzy.

And then, when you were riled up and your adrenaline was pumping, your suit would start to interface. The plug was a cut above the bondage gear that she’d normally play with. The lower half of her jaw grew warm as the gloss rose within her helmet. It seeped into her mouth, past her soft lips and onto her gums.

Everywhere it touched tingled. She spluttered and grunted as black ichor coated her teeth and throat. Particles gelled and then started to expand. The roof of her mouth tickled slightly as Phantom was treated to the most incredible, filling, and shameful plug of her life. In her mind’s eye, her mouth and lips parted to suckle down on a fat, phallic shape. Flashes in her mind associated this suckling with pleasure - and in turn, with her mistress. A corrupted, glitching mass of pixels flooded her nerves. It was hard to look at, but she knew that it was none other than Aislinne, and she knew that outside this helmet, Aislinne was gloating.

Aislinne was gloating. She had taken a few moments to futz with the electronics. She wasn’t sure about quite how well it was working, but the vitals on the readout seemed to say that she was succeeding. Phantom had gone from ‘angry’ to ‘furious,’ which was a nice first step.

The eldritch horror plugged a tentacle into an empty plug, resulting in a zot of electricity and a series of pixelated warnings on the screen. Phantom moaned and mewled, and began to squirm.

I reblogged this from @johndoe-art a while back (who did an uber fantastic job, fuuuck), but now it has a STORY. I WRITE. WOW.

Parts 1 and 3 were written by me, 2 and 4 were done by my partner-in-shine @phantomdotexe!

"You really don't know what you're doing with any of this, do you?"

"Whaat? Nonsense. I'm in the system. I know everything there is to know about your fancy setup."

Phantom didn't look so sure if the tight lipped look on her face was any indication. Here she was, vacsealed into one of her own reeducation units, stark naked, and looking less hopeful by the moment. The cyber-CEO wasn't completely sealed in quite yet, though. The final piece of her prison was currently being poked and prodded at by the space colored and absurdly glossy woman standing before her. It was a helmet, bubble domed and clearly high-tech, with 'Unplugged' flashing across it in stark, clean white.

"Aha!" A questing finger somewhere inside the helmet found what it was looking for. The visor display flickered and washed over with static, then seemed to restart. Back to 'Unplugged', and now Aislinne was sporting a wide grin.

Her captive now looked notably less enthused. She was downright concerned now, brows furrowing and the beginnings of a scowl marring her lovely porcelain features. The scowl deepened as her monstrous captor reached toward a deliciously wrapped body, cupping one of Phantom's breasts to give it a few firm squeezes. She managed to suppress a shudder, but even a simple grope got her mewling just a little. Her glossy prison was infused with invasive nanites under the gropist's control, the essentially painted on 'suit' mimicking the sensation to give its sealed victim a double dose.

"You could at least try to enjoy this. You'll be getting a lot more once you're all locked up! Get settled in, squeal for me. Have a little fuuun!" Aislinne was all smiles now, gazing deeply into Phantom's pretty green eyes with her icy blue, glowing, and ever unblinking pair. Her hungrily molesting hand deftly and suddenly centered its attentions upon a nipple, catching it between index and thumb. She pinched down hard, giving it a gentle tug before slowly rolling her fingers back and forth.

It got the reaction she was looking for. The suit kept groping the breast at large while also joining in on its mistress's torturous nipple work. Phantom tried and failed to bite back a harsh, keening wail, her alabaster cheeks darkening ever so slightly as well. "Gnnnhh! When I get out of here, I'll--"

"You won't. At least not until I've got my brand new majordomo. You'll still run the company. Sort of. Handle most of the fun stuff, day to day, attending to me..." Aislinne's hand relinquished its hold on the ebon-sheathed nipple and slowly tickled its way up the trapped and increasingly panicked cyborg's body. Soft, smooth, rubbery fingers traced along a perfectly outlined collarbone, then took their time tickling across Phantom's neck. Her jawline was next, and even that was held tight in darker than black nanite-corrupted storage goo.

Finally, with her hand cupping her captive's cheek, Aislinne went in for the finish. Her smile turned downright sinister, the glow of her eyes intensifying as she slowly, slowly brought the helmet in closer. Phantom's eyes darted toward it and locked on, growing wider and wider with every inch it came to locking on.

"Please. You don't have to do this. I can give you so much. Slaves, technology, whatever you want!"

The smile didn't abate. The glow didn't fade. She didn't even chuckle as the helmet clicked into place, her victim's now muffled cries like music to her ears as programs began to load and stimulation routines came online.