#mind alteration

Pleasure. It was the core tenant of the Coin House. Pleasure from art, pleasure from food, and pleasure, most importantly, from the coin counters. The name Erebus used for his concubines seemed silly to some, but he's always been exceptionally strange. No one could argue his eye for beauty, however, not even those who were of a less important role. The great hallways that stretched tall and wide enough to fit an Knight Imperator through them, all the walls painted its depictions of wild orgies and Primarch both loyalist and traitor alike submitting their bodies fully to him with such lifelike realism one might think they were photos of events that had actually happened.

The floors were black marble with golden veins, only alternating to white marble when entering the first room designated for the lower ranked Coin Counters. They were usually small, too frail to give Lorgar the feeling of pure domination he wished for but still pretty enough to be used. They were all baselines, all dressed in less revealing robes than those of higher ranks.

The room itself had multiple beds and one large shared bath, adequate for concubines of such low rank

Once through the room, there one would pass through a great feasting hall and one of the gardens where aphrodisiac fruits and flowers were grown under the careful attention of the lower ranked concubines. The mid-ranked concubine room was more grand than that of the first Coin Counter housing, with massive beds and piles of pillows scattered about, and black velvet curtains allowing some privacy. There were three large tubs here, all under the attendance of the countless Priests who assisted in the maintenance of the Coin Counters. The mid-ranked concubines here were Astartes who, while beautiful, weren’t of much interest outside of their sexual appeal.

The final chamber beyond that was the most lavish, the place Erebus most often called home. Here the floors were a dark red tile, golden scripture talking of pleasure and indulgence scrawled all over the floors, mirrors lining every inch of the walls, and floating lanterns gave the room a warm, moody glow. Here, the highest ranked Coin Counters resided, each with their own suites, each unique in a way that could not be replicated, trophies of sorts. Most were grizzled warriors, proud and noble once but now they would happily present themselves for their keeper.

At the end of the room is where the favorite is kept, a prize of unmatched beauty. Virius, son of the Primarch Roboute Guilliman. He was usually found perched on a silk chaise, barely dressed save for a thin loincloth and golden chains. His long, wavy black hair fell to his waist, his large, blue eyes were usually half lidded with desire, his mahogany skin painted with gold runes, a hand usually resting on one of his well rounded hips as he watched the scuttling of the others.

Present by his side constantly was Heimskr, another beauty born from the seed of Leman Russ. His white hair was always bound with red ribbon out of his face, his cold blue and gold mismatched eyes scanning the room for any threats while his pale skin lay bare for the touch of those who approached, the only real protection he could provide. His form was always nude, tattoos from his old life still showed on his skin, now altered with marks of the four.

Erebus of course, took great pleasure in the fact the two were so closely bonded, and that he had done such wonderful work altering Virius’s mind until he was compliant. A conquest Erebus would never stop bragging about, nor taking his fill of. Thrice a day he could be found, Virius lying beneath him and calling his name as he used his tongue and fingers, before eventually rising up to rut inside of him like a beast in heat.

Erebus would dote with such love on Virius, giving him countless gifts of fine silks and jewelry, all a further claim over what had once been an unrelenting warrior. He took no small amount of joy in making Heimskr watch him ravage Virius, and no one had seen Erebus smile wider than when Virius had become round with his child. He’d paraded the infant around for all to see. He’d doted on the boy, and made it clear he would become his scion. Heimskr had been so overtaken by rage that day he’d attacked Erebus, and wasn’t seen for a month.

Virius of course had pleaded for the return of his sweet wolf, and the favor he’d garnered had of course won over the Chaplain, and earned him three more children in the coming years. Heimskr had tried hard to complain which was known to all in the palace, most of which had seen Erebus flail the back off of the man more than once.

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an important word: Yes. I AM fully capable of spelling words properly, constructing normal sounding sentences, and writing normative content, in multiple languages--but bet your butt that you won't find that here. despite my blog content, The Babble Below is NOT incoherent rambling of psychosis, though I forgive the conclusion jumping as it absolutely APPEARS incoherent):

It Is By Design. and i beg you, take the time to read it through.

💯Disclosure: It is A lovingly crafted hypnagogic script in a glossolalia-like style, designed to stimulate your sensual sensory centres of pleasure but primarily, prime You for understanding some of my word stylings and subliminal intentions. A hypnotic script that rubs your sexual brain right on while further informing your mind of my styles and subtle intentions.

I create this hypnosis to 1. deeply and fully(as can be) inform your psyche of my subliminal tools and intents, and 2. foster feelings of safety engaging my content by informing your psyche about my "tricks" before "underhanding" them... you won't realize it but your mind will know exactly what I'm saying when you read my code speak in the future.

why inform you: you are owed it. this will NOT "compel you to be mine" because your psyche is informed, not ambushed; I think you will choose to engage me on your own terms, being curious about who would write this. The Script will work as far as YOU allow it… What is it they say? "Take what resonates, and leave what does not?"

best experience: i HIGHLY recommend pairing a Theta binaural beat or isochronic track with headphones as you read. (I will record an audio version for you if you prefer, its better when i read aloud, tbh)

i digress... here goes:

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Snow filled the dark grey sky of the winter day, trickling down to the ground below, before a pair of boots scraped through them, crinkling their way up towards a large manor house.

A group of eight people stood in the entranceway, all eagerly waiting to be let in. They had all seen an online advert for a Christmas temp position which many of the group figured was easy work, and had been invited to a group interview session on this very day.

The advert said the owner of the house needed several new employees for the Christmas season given the upcoming festivities. The exact nature of the job was unclear, but a job was a job and money was money.

Eric looked around in awe of the massive house.

"Man, wouldn't mind living here." Eric said to himself. He was a fairly tall decently built guy in his early twenties, with short brown hair and a pale face that was reddening from the cold.

"Yeah, but I'm pretty sure a place this grand is probably pretty old, don't think it'd be easy to heat this time of year." Troy replied, who was a more average build with black hair.

"I don't know, maybe Eric's right. It'd be nice to get all warm and cozy in a place like this" Justine replied, throwing Eric a smile which he reciprocated.

The group of eight were all of similar age, all clearly in their early to mid twenties, save for one of them, Toby, who was clearly at least in his mid thirties.

Eric, Troy, Jake, Sean and Toby made up the male population of the group, whilst Beth, Sarah and Justine were the only three women. The entire group were fairly average looking, Sean seemed especially nerdy however with his large glasses and slight acne on his face, whereas Jake was slightly larger in build than the others.

Beth looked to be a bit more reserved, overdoing it with the number of layers she was wearing and having her hair block most of her face, whilst Sarah seemed a lot more outgoing with her makeup and fashion sense, Justine was somewhere in between.

"So, you guys doing this whilst studying?" Sean asked.

Most of the group nodded save for Toby, Sarah and Jake.

"Still haven't decided what I want to do yet, figured I'd just earn some money for now."

"Same." Jake replied.

"Oh, I graduated a while back. Just been doing small jobs here and there ever since." Toby replied, feeling a bit out of place amongst the group.

"Man, really hope they let us in soon." Eric said shivering on the spot.

"You said it, my nuts are freezing out here." Troy replied through gritted teeth.

"As opposed to roasting on an open fire?" Justine replied in a playfully witty tone.

"Ha ha." Troy responded sarcastically.

Beth walked up through the group and pushed lightly on the door, finding it to be open.

"Seriously?! It's been open this whole time?!" Said Sarah.

"Just figured I'd try, no-one else seemed to."

"Hang on, we sure were not supposed to be let in yet?" Eric said.

"What are they gonna do, fire us?" Troy replied as he entered, the rest of the group following suit.

Once inside they were immediately greeted by warmth. The interior was very spacious, with lavish wooden walls decorated with various engravings and sculptures, along with feminine statues lining one side. The place was old, but clearly well maintained, there wasn't a speck of dust or a cobweb to be seen with how much it glistened with a spotless sheen.

The group had little time to take any of it in as just then, the click of heels came from the hallway before a maid appeared from around the corner.

She was dressed in a latex maid outfit and carried herself very professionally, head held high as she addressed the group in a heavy French accent.

"Ah. You are ze new employeez vor madame?" She asked.

"Um... yes! We were told to wait here?" Justine said slightly nervously, she along with the rest of the group all being rather taken aback by the sight of the maid.

"Parfaite. If you will follow moi and I shall began your tour of ze home." She said gesturing for the group to follow.

"First we have ze lounge. Zis is where Madame will have ze guests during ze Christmas party." She said opening a set of double doors leading to a lounge room. It had an extravagant design to the walls and ceilings, with various silver decorative pieces littering the room.

"I av been informed that two of you will be stationed here for your first introdhuctory lesson. Once you are done, you shall be given the tour of the remainder of ze house." The maid said gesturing for Beth and Troy to stay, before leading the rest of the group away.

"Guess we've got the job then?" Beth said.

"I guess so, don't get why they didn't tell us that on the invitation email, or why they said it was a group interview?" Troy replied.

Beth and Troy were left standing in the lounge before hearing the soft patter of heels against carpet coming from another doorway in the room, through which walked another maid dressed with a large grey coat over her outfit.

"So, you ah mine for ze day?"

She had a mysterious yet sultry confidence to her voice and the way she carried herself, easing her way out of her coat allowing Beth and Troy to fully take in her figure encased in the sleek uniform, not noticing that she too was eyeing them as she removed her coat.

"I am Antoinette. I will oversee your... induction." She said coyly.

"Firstly, it is important that you adhere to ze strict dress code. All staff wear uniform of a similar style, but the materials are ze same." She said running her hands up and down her body, her fingers catching on slight folds and creases in the latex that caused it to crinkle and squeak loudly, all the while showing off her tightly encased figure.

Troy suddenly felt his temperature rise, it was hard to deny how sexy the woman was being, honestly it was bordering on something he'd see in a strip club, but for whatever reason something told him to just continue watching. He pulled at the collar of his shirt before releasing it, locked in on the view of Antoinette, but as he let go it did feel tighter around his neck, and the material seemed thinner and sleeker to his touch.

Beth too was feeling the heat as she watched, causing her to breathe heavily, her layers suddenly didn't feel as heavy over her anymore, and the feeling of weight on her chest seemed to grow slightly.

Antoinette then took a tray and carried it over to the nearby table, sliding it on in an exaggerated manner.

"Uuh! Madame's guests expect... *moan!* Good presentation." She spoke between strained exaggerated moans.

"Hence your uniforms, ze are designed to highlight your figures."

Beth and Troy were both struggling to register what they were being told. They were both ensnared, their eyes and minds locked on the sight before them. With that Troy didn't notice his perspective shift slightly, his eyeline now being lower than before. His breathing had also become sharper and he generally felt somewhat lighter in his torso.

As she continued thrusting, the pair watching on couldn't take their eyes off her ass that jiggled with each thrust, with only a vague awareness that their clothing continued to make strange sounds, like they were straining or crinkling, especially somewhere low behind them that for both felt heavier than before.

As Beth watched on, she felt a need to instinctively reach a hand up to twirl a finger through her hair, but she never used to do that. Not to mention, it seemed shorter and curlier than before and more out the way of her face, like it had shortened, or something was holding it back on her head, like a cap or something.

Troy continued staring on, but he could vaguely notice some kind of straining sensation around his chest, with the crinkling sound being more like a pair of balloons slowly inflating and some degree of extra weight and sensitivity in that area.

The crinkling sound was now coming from all over the pair's bodies, with them feeling a sensation of tightness and encasement, but also a sensation of bareness, like whatever it was was a second skin to them. They could now register more of how their forms felt, even if their vision was still locked on Antoinette. Beth seemed to feel slightly more exaggerated in places, whereas Troy felt as though his entire body from the neck down was alien, completely unfamiliar to him.

Antoinette continued on, carefully placing items on the table whilst she flexed and bent her body into various positions to show it off, the material of her uniform still squeaking loudly.

The pair rubbed their legs together as they watched, causing audible squeaks of material with a slick sound like it was pulling up, roughly to where a skirt would reach. Beth felt the material become looser in that area compared to Troy's which was to him felt tighter, more constrictive, tight enough to notice it feeling like something that was once between his legs was now gone. They heard the material move again, this time shortening their sleeves, causing Beth to feel a radiating sensation from her bear skin becoming exposed, as though it were more tanned than before.

They were completely entranced, unable to think or process anything resembling concern or fear at whatever was happening to them. Any trace of free will was sapped out of them with each second they continued looking on, completely ensnared in Antoinette's web.

"Organization and presentation is key."

Troy bit his lip, which the longer he held onto began to feel larger, along with the trace of a moan escaping his lips that was a far higher tone than his usual voice. Similarly with Beth she teased her lip with the tip of her tongue, hers also began to feel it was enlarging slightly, whilst also having a glossier texture than before.

"Her staff must adhere to the physical specifications she requires, your image reflects her image."

"That is, after all, why Madame hired you." Antoinette said playfully eyeing them as she arced her leg back into the air.

"They expect to be fully served, and your bodies are fully capable of such varied... positions."

Troy pulled his face into a pleasured expression, which led to a small crunch, pop, and jolt at his head, it feeling lighter and sharper, nd generally more delicate than before, along with him hearing his hair trickle down the material in a ponytail against his neck.

Beth widened her eyes, causing her to feel a similar crunching sensation but not as extreme, more so feeling the weight of makeup on her face.

With that their clothing began gaining their final details, with white lining in places and a printed on apron for each, polished black heels on their feet, along with the area around Beth's chest lowering to show off her new cleavage. With that, there now stood two new maids for the manor.

Beth still somewhat resembled her prior self, just less reserved and more lively in expression whilst Troy bared no resemblance to his old self, his black hair now blonde, his face and wider form fully feminized, and overall he appeared more collected and mysterious with how 'she' carried herself.

"I expect you to dedicate yourselves to your tasks." Antoinette said in a slightly presumptuous tone, like a parent talking to their children.

"Of course, absolutely." Beth replied as she clapped her hands together, now sounding far more confident and outgoing with a wide-eyed expression, with her far more pronounced chest shaking with every movement she made.

"We have much to do before the guests arrive. The room definitely needs further decorations for th-zis time of year. Are there any specific expectations about additional services?" She asked casually.

"I take it you are eager?" Antoinette replied.

"Well, we do have to fully dedicate ourselves to zeir service." Beth replied playfully giggling in response, her voice occasionally dipping into an accent.

"A time will come for zat. First, it is impehative that you know how to carry yourself."

"Like this?" Troy replied giving her leg a slight kick, holding out her hands in a delicate manner whilst giving a slight confident look to her face that was reflected in her voice.

"Parfaite Mademoiselle!" Antoinette replied admiring the way the young woman was perfectly showing off the grace of her feminine figure.

"You av clearly trained very ard for this position."

"Merci, words cannot express how long I av wanted to be a part of ze staff ere, serving Madame." Troy replied, initially mimicking Antoinette's accent, before her voice completely shifted into a French accent.

"Aah, you will be a fun one." Antoinette said closely approaching Troy, resting a finger on her chin as she inspected the new maid.

"We av a few hours before we are expecting guests. I will show you ze rest of the uose, and we will then find ze rest of ze new staff."

"Ooh, I am so looking forward to meeting zem!" Beth responded, her bubbly voice now fully gaining an accent.

With that the three maids walked out, hips and arms swaying in a confident seductive manner as they ventured off into the rest of the manor.

A memosurgeon should never be confused for a medic. A medic heals mechs; a memosurgeon rips a mech’s mind apart and rebuilds it to the specifications of their employer. But in the eyes of the corrupt Cybertronian government, a memosurgeon is still labeled as a doctor.

Trepan likes to flaunt that fact.

“The Doctor is in!” she announces with a dramatic pose every time she enters a room, heedless of the terrified “patient” strapped to the slab in front of her. She dances around as she reads the specifications from her employer. This one is a rebel. She needs a program to nip those innovative thoughts in the bud, cut his intelligence, etc.

That one is just an example. She’d barely sunk her needles in when Rung pulled her out. Oh, how Cybertron would be a better place if she’d been able to finish her work on Megatron.

Domestication is a growing market in modern post-war Cybertron. They bring them to her straight from the Well, ready to be robbed of the ability to appear as a mech and be rendered the mindless animals Cybertron sees them as. It’s a simple routine procedure. She gets paid for her work and royalty on every “pet” sold off-planet, be they for pleasure or profit. Pets for the rich or guard beasts or pit fights, she doesn’t really care.

The pleasure is in the job.

And then they brought her a Prime.