>I believe Zone's Ankha video made enough of a splash to wake something in the next generation of perverts.
Of course! I wonder if Zone's going to manage to hit a third generation to really cement his record? Seriously though, if you know what to look for you can tell that Zone had to pour many, many hours into that two minutes and forty-something seconds. Animation's not for the faint of heart or weak of liver. I'm glad he's still around.
An interesting side effect of using your rule set is that I feel less in touch with the mechanical side of things. But wait—it's actually really fun! Because I'm not tweaking every change manually and I haven't set up most of the rules, it's much easier to sink into my self-insert's perspective. Things just happen, and it's as though I'm reading her story unfold. More on that later.
>I think it's just a case of providing clarity so they don't think their growth drug treatments aren't working or so they know how close a gal is to crossing a threshold.
That makes a lot of sense; a player who doesn't know that the precise measurement is an option won't know to look for it, but if it's on by default a they can simply turn it off, as I now have.
>I also have to admit that the idea of being so meticulously measured and cataloged is kindof a turnon. I'm not just being compared to other women at what can be seen at a glance, no push up bra or padding can fool the ever watchful sensors of my master's AI assistant as I'm constantly assessed and contrasted against the other women in the harem.
I think FC could benefit from a breast envy mod, don't you? Perhaps it could include a breast ranking collar that displays its wearer's mammarial volume and ranking, for a start. It would make sense for high/low rankings to have more effect on obedient slaves with boob fetishes or humiliation fetishes, too. What else... daily life scenes where the slaves check in for their morning breast scans (how else does the assistant know them so precisely?), some modified flavor dialogue for the "play with her tits"/"grope her boobs"/"ask her about her feelings"/etc. use scenes, maybe even add a "have her compare herself with" option too with plenty of symmetrical docking and fetish-sensitive responses depending on how she sizes up with the other girl.
>I let obedient and up dress themselves
And be branded automatically, it seems. I missed that and then wondered how the baby-crazy slave that came bundled with the arco could already have my PC's personal sigil burned into her butt. Fortunately(?) my self-insert was still disobedient when I caught the rule; I'm planning to keep her unmarked until the right moment in her story.
And how much fun her story's turning out to be! I must be very easy to please compared to most FC players because even the basic early events are giving me the tingles. As I mentioned before, my self-insert—whom we will call Vanessa because that's her name—is a highly-educated former noblewoman, accompanied by her equally intelligent but less educated lady's maid, who we will likewise call Silke. Vanessa couldn't be assigned to slave classes, whereas Silke could. I imagined Vanessa girding her mind to resist whatever sexual education she was assigned, only to be told by her bemused Master that she was simply too smart to learn.
So while Silke trotted off to class each morning, Vanessa was assigned rest and personal attention. Perhaps her Master summoned her to his office and assigned her the role of... furniture. Mostly decoration, but sometimes functional. She's too smart for anything else, see. So Vanessa watches and listens to her owner at work, at play, can't help but pay attention to how he's coming to grips with his new arcology, how he looks after his slaves, listens to him negotiating via video-link while he reclines into her body curled around his back—why would he keep her so close yet make her so useless, she wonders? Not that she craves his touch, mind you, because she doesn't crave anyone's
touch—she's shamefast and has no sex drive, indifferent to both sexes.
One morning Master tucks Vanessa away into her little nook from which she can see his desk but can't easily be seen from the rest of the office, and summons Silke for her regular inspection. Silke and Vanessa know each other very well, remember—a lady's maid is as much companion as servant, not a drudge but one of a working lady's most important appendages. But Silke doesn't show up wearing the same uncomfortable straps and collar that Vanessa's presently locked into, oh no—she's dressed as a slutty schoolgirl with a stylish leather collar buckled around her neck. Master must have ordered it to be so, a way to humiliate her former mistress, Vanessa thinks... yet he seems surprised and amused. Orders Silke to tell him why she chose to dress this way today. Wait—chose?
Silke's a slave, just like Vanessa! Neither are allowed to wear anything other than these damned straps and collar, not like the baby-crazed bimbo Yvonne who's known no adult life other than bare feet on some penthouse carpet or the other.
And so it is that Vanessa peeks from her little nook as Silke explains that she thought the schoolgirl outfit was perfect since she's been working so very hard
at her lessons. She watches Silke, her loyal companion and confident, the woman whose sparkle of joyful intelligence and strength of mind she's so relied upon through good times and bad alike, bend over her Master's desk and bounce on her tiptoes so that her plaid micro-skirt flaps invitingly above her bare ass. She listens as Silke begs her Master—Vanessa can hear the capital letter in her former maid's voice—to let her show him what a fast learner she's been. And so Vanessa finds out what Silke's been learning—or has she always been like this?—and as she watches her maid pivot to her knees and suck her own pussy juice off her Master's cock, smiling and making eye contact just as that damned computer taught her, she realizes—Silke's surviving
, isn't she? Adapting. She's still the same woman inside, surely.
Another week as furniture in between her Master's personal attention. Somehow her weird way with words, her acid tongue, her way of seeing things through a thousand shattered mirror-shards, has softened into dry wit. She's allowed to speak when spoken to, now, and her Master does speak to her—asks her for her observations and thoughts on various matters that pass across his desk. Perhaps her Master is a little mad to talk to his furnitur— no! She clamps down on the pride that threatens to kindle each time she makes him laugh. He buys a slave from a liquidated household—another double virgin, how the hell do these women keep finding their way into his hands?—who loves taking care of children, used to work as a nanny. He interviews his new chattel while reclining back on Vanessa's body; she curls snugly around him, supporting his lumbar spine in the curve of her waist. The very next day, this new girl's schlicking herself silly while sucking our— her Master off during his post-workout shower. Our Vanessa knows this because she is standing outside that shower holding her Master's towel ready. Furniture.
But she won't break, she won't acknowledge his ownership over him—she knows better, she knows what it is to be a independent working woman, unlike the baby-crazed bimbo or the dumb-as-rocks former nanny. She can't bring herself to play along either, not like her former lady's maid who— who— oh, how she wishes she could talk to her! Just a few words, something to keep her mind at ease, but she's furniture, the only slave in the penthouse who's still sleeping on a cot. She won't break! No matter how smart her supposed Master is, she's smarter, stronger. He can't see what's in her head. She won't devote herself to him, not now and not ever!
Who needs WebGL rendering? I've got a whole goddamned VR slave-romance with an ensemble cast playing up here in real time. And what's to come, oh... Bottomless leash-walks through the Free City's concourses to pervert her shamefastness into a fizzing, nervous excitement. A stint as the penthouse's domestic drudge, cast away from the role of furniture she'll realize she misses terribly after she's cut off from the intellectual stimulation of being with her Master while he works. The frustrated itchy feeling in her belly as she wonders what he's doing, who he's training. Who knows what else? But one thing's for sure: She's going to find herself a devoted Head Girl, all her wit and intelligence devoted to ends such as prettily begging her master to burn his mark into her butt. That's when her story, which is their
story, will truly begin.
>you can still find vibrators out there and I can confirm that buzzing one out can still do a lot to make you feel better after a long day of killing former humans
I was amused to find one, and even more surprised that I could use it. The little touches like the MP3 players, books, all the morale and focus stuff, it made for a surprisingly compelling and, uh... sticky gameplay loop.
I'm sorry to have contributed to you being in that spot. For what it's worth, I respect both your wanting to keep things clean and deciding to clean things out.
>In the past few years the beta, gooning, sissification, trans, cuckold, blacked, hypno, and other such fetishes seem to have linked up into a demonic carbuncle. Way worse than it used to be.
>it was advocacy for desensitisation and addiction and ugliness
Matches what I remember.
>now there’s material that tries to trick its male viewers into deliberately inducing permanent erectile dysfunction through prone masturbation, harm their fertility with retrograde ejaculation, “crack the egg” (meaning go full autogynophe tranny with shady hormones)
Ayup, saw that sort of stuff when I went investigating censor-porn, plus a hellava lot of other shit besides.
>even fetishise “EPI” (Early Porn Introduction) which is exactly what it sounds like - introducing kids to porn as young as possible
Uh hu— okay, what
the absolute fuck
. Jesus. It makes sense, given what I know of them, but still.
But yeah, this isn't the thread or the board for any more than that. Thank you for the update and the warning, Anon.
Thank you as always, Cuckqueanadmin-sama.