MaisieK
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Lucy’s toes barely grazed the cold tiles of the hallway as she was dragged forward by two beautiful yet stern agents of Lust Land’s State Re-Education Service. Their destination? One of the special rooms reserved for violators of Law 69 "MIGA Act" under LL’s new administration.
Desperate, Lucy’s eyes darted around, searching for an escape from this madness. But before she could act, one of the women swung open the door to Room 39 and yanked her inside.
The room was dark with four metal chairs upholstered in red leather and bolted to the floor. In one of them, tied and secured, her sweet Max—naked, trembling, slick with sweat. A VR headset covered his entire face, and thick straps secured him tightly to the chair.
Lucy stifled a horrified gasp at the sight of him. One of the guards gripped her wrinkled, dirt-streaked blouse and tore it off in one sharp motion.
"Lucy Johnson," The other woman recited coolly, pinning her arms back as her partner undid Lucy’s pants. "Former resident of Los Angeles. Active member of the Anti-MIGA Resistance alongside her son, Martin L. Johnson." The fabric slid down, leaving her in nothing but tattered, threadbare underwear. "You’ve evaded Law 69 enforcement for over two years."
The guard continued, her voice icy and cruel gaze. "You and your son aided five families in evading the law by hiding them in a nuclear bunker during that time." The other woman yanked off Lucy’s shoes. "You were captured by security forces a month ago and sent to a re-education school—from which you attempted to escape this morning." Both guards seized her arms and dragged her toward the empty chair.
"Because of this, you and your son are hereby sentenced to Mental Reprogrammation." Lucy thrashed, but it was useless. In a minute, she was immobilized, strapped tightly to the chair. "168 hours of continuous reprogramming, followed by 72 under observation to ensure the procedure’s success." Lucy screamed as one of the guards clamped the helmet over her head—her cries were swiftly smothered by the device encasing her skull.
Then, spirals, pink, swirling spirals bloomed in front of her eyes her almost instantly. Snap. Distant female voices. Snap. A muffled, soothing hum. Snap. The VR helmet flooded her mind with voices—soft, sweet, sooth. Snap. Gentle moans, drifting like a lullaby. Click. Sleep.
Lucy’s body trembled, her skin covered with sweat. Soon, she forgot she was bound to a cold metal chair in the depths of a state re-education facility. Forgot everything except the heat pooling between her legs, her nipples stiffening as the helmet’s relentless waves of images and sounds flooded her mind - Be a good mommy. Obey the new law. You need your son. Your son needs you. - Snap - Good mommies obey their sons. Good mommies care the cocks of their sons. -
Lucy had no idea, but when she reached her third orgasm, only ten minutes had passed. The guards turned away, stepped out of the room, and the door slid shut behind them. Above it, a timer flickered to life, its digits counting down: 167:40:58 —the time she had left in.
The guards strode down the hallway, passing one room after another, families of no more than four. The larger were reserved for the lower levels, where they kept the complete families.
To MIGA’s loyalists, their new nation was a beauty. They saw themselves as liberators whit the MIGA flag waving high.
A proud father and son, grinning from ear to ear, one hand over their hearts and the other resting on the heads of their beloved wives. A mother for her son, a daughter for her father—all celebrating the love of a traditional MIGA family, all proud of being incestuous.
That was MIGA’s pride.
So I have this idea but I don't know how to develop it without turning it into a boring, typical story of: I saw you, we kissed and lived happy forever."
I want to make interesting, maybe a family that accepted the new law but don't know how to start? I don't know, Ideas? I hope you like my twist.
Desperate, Lucy’s eyes darted around, searching for an escape from this madness. But before she could act, one of the women swung open the door to Room 39 and yanked her inside.
The room was dark with four metal chairs upholstered in red leather and bolted to the floor. In one of them, tied and secured, her sweet Max—naked, trembling, slick with sweat. A VR headset covered his entire face, and thick straps secured him tightly to the chair.
Lucy stifled a horrified gasp at the sight of him. One of the guards gripped her wrinkled, dirt-streaked blouse and tore it off in one sharp motion.
"Lucy Johnson," The other woman recited coolly, pinning her arms back as her partner undid Lucy’s pants. "Former resident of Los Angeles. Active member of the Anti-MIGA Resistance alongside her son, Martin L. Johnson." The fabric slid down, leaving her in nothing but tattered, threadbare underwear. "You’ve evaded Law 69 enforcement for over two years."
The guard continued, her voice icy and cruel gaze. "You and your son aided five families in evading the law by hiding them in a nuclear bunker during that time." The other woman yanked off Lucy’s shoes. "You were captured by security forces a month ago and sent to a re-education school—from which you attempted to escape this morning." Both guards seized her arms and dragged her toward the empty chair.
"Because of this, you and your son are hereby sentenced to Mental Reprogrammation." Lucy thrashed, but it was useless. In a minute, she was immobilized, strapped tightly to the chair. "168 hours of continuous reprogramming, followed by 72 under observation to ensure the procedure’s success." Lucy screamed as one of the guards clamped the helmet over her head—her cries were swiftly smothered by the device encasing her skull.
Then, spirals, pink, swirling spirals bloomed in front of her eyes her almost instantly. Snap. Distant female voices. Snap. A muffled, soothing hum. Snap. The VR helmet flooded her mind with voices—soft, sweet, sooth. Snap. Gentle moans, drifting like a lullaby. Click. Sleep.
Lucy’s body trembled, her skin covered with sweat. Soon, she forgot she was bound to a cold metal chair in the depths of a state re-education facility. Forgot everything except the heat pooling between her legs, her nipples stiffening as the helmet’s relentless waves of images and sounds flooded her mind - Be a good mommy. Obey the new law. You need your son. Your son needs you. - Snap - Good mommies obey their sons. Good mommies care the cocks of their sons. -
Lucy had no idea, but when she reached her third orgasm, only ten minutes had passed. The guards turned away, stepped out of the room, and the door slid shut behind them. Above it, a timer flickered to life, its digits counting down: 167:40:58 —the time she had left in.
The guards strode down the hallway, passing one room after another, families of no more than four. The larger were reserved for the lower levels, where they kept the complete families.
To MIGA’s loyalists, their new nation was a beauty. They saw themselves as liberators whit the MIGA flag waving high.
A proud father and son, grinning from ear to ear, one hand over their hearts and the other resting on the heads of their beloved wives. A mother for her son, a daughter for her father—all celebrating the love of a traditional MIGA family, all proud of being incestuous.
That was MIGA’s pride.
So I have this idea but I don't know how to develop it without turning it into a boring, typical story of: I saw you, we kissed and lived happy forever."
I want to make interesting, maybe a family that accepted the new law but don't know how to start? I don't know, Ideas? I hope you like my twist.
