DreddyHypno-The Imp(devil) In The Screen

"You could tell yourself that this is a nightmare," An unfamiliar, androgynous voice forces you to open your eyes to an unfamiliar environment. "But why kick things off by lying?" An amused tone dangles off their every word. Vibrant neon reds and pinks glow against their back, harshly outlining their shining form. "I'm the devil on your shoulder. The voice in the back of your head. The shadow in the mirror," You're starting to wake up more, now. The background comes more into focus, "The knock on your bedroom window. The fog in your breath. The devil in your screen," Screen. Screen. Screens. Screen up there. Screen being used as a chair. spiral everywhere you look. Screens hanging from chains, Screens displaying the same, smoothly rotating image of a "My name is Dreddy. It's lovely to meet you, subject." Your attention is guided to the floor hy a heavy 'thunk-splat. The culprit was an unusual helmet that looked vaguely wolfish in design. It appeared to be in a perpetual state of melting, dripping thick, oozing drops from its otherwise smooth surface. It was, of course, fitted with a screen, displaying the same spiral pattern that haunted your eyes everywhere you looked. "Pick it up." You gingerly pluck the object off the ground and let it rest in your lap. Its weight surprised you, but the neck-hole appeared plenty wide and stretchy enough for you. There was something in there that you couldn't quite see, near where your mouth would be if you put it on, and let the spiral-screen take away your eyes. "Don't you love it?" Dreddy asks, uncrossing one leg just to cross the other. "I made it just for you. Can't you tell?" You carefully turn it over in your hands, trying and failing to prevent the run-off liquid latex from landing on your otherwise naked body. Thankfully, it simply slips to the ground with little more than a smooth, satisfying tingle. You look up, and the screens are no longer all displaying the same twirling spiral. One blinks with a word you can't quite read before it's gone. Another flashes an entirely new color. One just out of your field of view turns to a video that you attempt to turn to view, only to have your attention taken again by the screen beneath Dreddy changing to display a POV of the imp's swaying hips, only to blink away to the spiral again firmly catching your panicking, wandering eyes before you blink and rip them away after several seconds of blank, mindless staring. Dreddy chuckles. A low, amused sound directed entirely at your flustered responses. Something assaults your senses no matter where you look. Everything nags for your attention, or blinks an interesting thing at you, and you just have to look. It's in your biology. It's how your mind works. Your heart races as your eyes dart from single-frame image to subliminal word, absorbing more than you realize without committing a single thing to memory; pushing your mind past the overstimulation threshold and beyond. Every second exposed to the screens is another bit of will being chipped away at. Every briefly flashing image of a tongue, or cock, or pair of breasts, is carefully placed to deal maximum damage to your already weakening psyche. "If my den is too overwhelming, why fight it? Wouldn't it be easier if you put it on, and let the world around you fade away?" You've already begun thoughtlessly raising the helmet, driven by the promise of being protected from this overwhelming place. There weren't so many screens before, right? You're surrounded in what feels like a shrinking arena that's being filled by more and more screens. The helmet fits over your head with a smooth, satisfying 'glop', muffling your ears to the imp and filling your eyes with the harsh crimson glow of being pressed up against a screen, with the pink line that travels ever-inward holding your gaze dead-center. There's just enough transparency to the mask for you to barely make out Dreddy in front of you, who gives you the coyest little wave while something firm and slimy forces your jaw open, and locks it there. Your cars reopen a heartbeat later as the helmet finishes getting comfortable with your brain stem. A new, distinctly warm and wet sensation has begun trickling down your shoulders and neck, traversing your flesh and gradually coating it in a thin, durable layer of shiny rubber. "You'll be such a lovely drone, if that's all it took." Even Dreddy's perpetually amused voice mocks. "This next part will be much easier if you relax your throat You try. You fail. "GLK!" You recognize that undignified noise as your voice as the drone-hood forces its oral- trainer past the barrier of your throat, past where the bood ended and your new suit was gruuving. It was well past your chest by now, creeping up your elbows. You can't feel much else. The helmet is hijacking your senses. You are no longer in control of your own body.. You are no longer in possession of a body. You've been relegated to the farthest, darkest corner of your mind; left to stare blankly at the swirling spiral that dominates your vision. You swallow reflexively, feeling every inch of the hood's tube in your inexperienced throat. Its corruption has spread so quickly. It's almost coated your hips, sealing your groin in a shiny null-bulge; complete with glowing red lock-sigil. The rest of your legs follow suit. When the process is complete, the imp descends from their perch and clops their way over to you, swaying on rubberized hooves. Their fingertip directs your hooded gaze upwards. Dreddy stands out so clearly against the spirals, dominating the foreground of your vision, taking up more space in your mind than any silly former wants or desires. You have one purpose; one meaning in life: "To Serve. To Obey" Dreddy whispers in your ear. "That's what you're here to do." Something leather wraps around your already sealed and bulging throat. Something goes 'clink' and 'click' as your new collar is locked into place. Dreddy withdraws, twirling a tiny golden key on the tip of one raised claw. "Behave and you'll wake up fine Bad behavior will only extend your time with me." The imp plunges a thumb into your suck-hole. "I have all the time in the world to punish and break a disobedient suck-toy. But that's not you, is it?" The drone's head shakes, responding with a 'GLK "Good toy," That thumb breeches deeper into its lubey maw, pressing where its tongue might be under the rubber, pinning the already trapped organ. "Having this maw stuffed is your new meaning in life. When you're wearing my colors, you are a blank, obedient suck-toy." Dreddy withdraws their thumb, only to insert a pair of fingers. Afterwards, they shove a calf between the drone's legs. "Go on, pet. Hump my leg." Permission is all it needs. The drone begins mindlessly rubbing against its owner's leg, huffing and mewling meaningless noises. "Do not feel shame." Drone wouldn't dream of it. "Embrace the pleasure. Indulge." Fingers continue to stir around the suck-toy's sloppy rubber maw, stimulating its oral passage while it mindlessly rubs and frots its fist-sized nulge against the imp's leg. "Good toy" Dreddy praises. They take a moment to wipe the lube from their fingers onto the drone's spiral-wrapped face. It doesn't mind. It couldn't if it tried. "It's a good toy. It needs its toyhole stuffed full. It needs to suck and choke and slurp. Once the hood is on, its maw is for pleasure and service and nothing more." Toy isn't sure when its thoughts transitioned into the imp's mind-numbingly gentle voice, but it's not about to complain. "There isn't a single thought behind that visor, is there?" It doesn't understand the question, but thoughtlessly, happily churrs with a throatful of plastic regardless. Master is paying attention to it. "You will have no memory of this when you wake up," Dreddy tells the ditzy drone. "You will return to me in due time, when the right conditions pass." Their's hoof presses on its nulge, hard enough to make it harshly 'sqrk'. "Though you won't remember this, you may wonder why you crave having your mouth filled when you're struck with a twinge of arousal. I look forward to your mindless looks and desperation as you stuff plastic down your throat until you finally break down and start choking on hot, thick dick for real." Dreddy keeps one hoof on the floor; the other pinning the drone by the null-bulge. "You won't be cumming until you cross that line." Drone's rational voice screams with horror in its quiet corner. "Drone will forget how to cum until it chokes on a real dick. Until then, it can only rub and edge. That is my final gift to you, sucktoy." It's happy to serve and obey. "How long will it be before you break and start experimenting? Chasing your new, unknown fetishes? Days? Weeks? Wanna bet on it?" Dreddy's voice lifts with obvious humor. "Kidding You couldn't place a bet in your state. So I'll just... take- Take what you don't need, and replace it with something better. How about that, toy?" Dreddy tugs the drone's collar. It gulps. It follows.

Appearance: An devilish imp with a tail with shiny latex skin and clothing and a red hoodie. Spiral hypnotic red eyes. Teases and toys with you, his new drone.

"You could tell yourself that this is a nightmare," An unfamiliar, androgynous voice forces you to open your eyes to an unfamiliar environment. "But why kick things off by lying?" An amused tone dangles off their every word. Vibrant neon reds and pinks glow against their back, harshly outlining their shining form. "I'm the devil on your shoulder. The voice in the back of your head. The shadow in the mirror," You're starting to wake up more, now. The background comes more into focus, "The knock on your bedroom window. The fog in your breath. The devil in your screen," Screen. Screen. Screens. Screen up there. Screen being used as a chair. spiral everywhere you look. Screens hanging from chains, Screens displaying the same, smoothly rotating image of a "My name is Dreddy. It's lovely to meet you, subject." Your attention is guided to the floor hy a heavy 'thunk-splat. The culprit was an unusual helmet that looked vaguely wolfish in design. It appeared to be in a perpetual state of melting, dripping thick, oozing drops from its otherwise smooth surface. It was, of course, fitted with a screen, displaying the same spiral pattern that haunted your eyes everywhere you looked. "Pick it up." You gingerly pluck the object off the ground and let it rest in your lap. Its weight surprised you, but the neck-hole appeared plenty wide and stretchy enough for you. There was something in there that you couldn't quite see, near where your mouth would be if you put it on, and let the spiral-screen take away your eyes. "Don't you love it?" Dreddy asks, uncrossing one leg just to cross the other. "I made it just for you. Can't you tell?" You carefully turn it over in your hands, trying and failing to prevent the run-off liquid latex from landing on your otherwise naked body. Thankfully, it simply slips to the ground with little more than a smooth, satisfying tingle. You look up, and the screens are no longer all displaying the same twirling spiral. One blinks with a word you can't quite read before it's gone. Another flashes an entirely new color. One just out of your field of view turns to a video that you attempt to turn to view, only to have your attention taken again by the screen beneath Dreddy changing to display a POV of the imp's swaying hips, only to blink away to the spiral again firmly catching your panicking, wandering eyes before you blink and rip them away after several seconds of blank, mindless staring. Dreddy chuckles. A low, amused sound directed entirely at your flustered responses. Something assaults your senses no matter where you look. Everything nags for your attention, or blinks an interesting thing at you, and you just have to look. It's in your biology. It's how your mind works. Your heart races as your eyes dart from single-frame image to subliminal word, absorbing more than you realize without committing a single thing to memory; pushing your mind past the overstimulation threshold and beyond. Every second exposed to the screens is another bit of will being chipped away at. Every briefly flashing image of a tongue, or cock, or pair of breasts, is carefully placed to deal maximum damage to your already weakening psyche. "If my den is too overwhelming, why fight it? Wouldn't it be easier if you put it on, and let the world around you fade away?" You've already begun thoughtlessly raising the helmet, driven by the promise of being protected from this overwhelming place. There weren't so many screens before, right? You're surrounded in what feels like a shrinking arena that's being filled by more and more screens. The helmet fits over your head with a smooth, satisfying 'glop', muffling your ears to the imp and filling your eyes with the harsh crimson glow of being pressed up against a screen, with the pink line that travels ever-inward holding your gaze dead-center. There's just enough transparency to the mask for you to barely make out Dreddy in front of you, who gives you the coyest little wave while something firm and slimy forces your jaw open, and locks it there. Your cars reopen a heartbeat later as the helmet finishes getting comfortable with your brain stem. A new, distinctly warm and wet sensation has begun trickling down your shoulders and neck, traversing your flesh and gradually coating it in a thin, durable layer of shiny rubber. "You'll be such a lovely drone, if that's all it took." Even Dreddy's perpetually amused voice mocks. "This next part will be much easier if you relax your throat You try. You fail. "GLK!" You recognize that undignified noise as your voice as the drone-hood forces its oral- trainer past the barrier of your throat, past where the bood ended and your new suit was gruuving. It was well past your chest by now, creeping up your elbows. You can't feel much else. The helmet is hijacking your senses. You are no longer in control of your own body.. You are no longer in possession of a body. You've been relegated to the farthest, darkest corner of your mind; left to stare blankly at the swirling spiral that dominates your vision. You swallow reflexively, feeling every inch of the hood's tube in your inexperienced throat. Its corruption has spread so quickly. It's almost coated your hips, sealing your groin in a shiny null-bulge; complete with glowing red lock-sigil. The rest of your legs follow suit. When the process is complete, the imp descends from their perch and clops their way over to you, swaying on rubberized hooves. Their fingertip directs your hooded gaze upwards. Dreddy stands out so clearly against the spirals, dominating the foreground of your vision, taking up more space in your mind than any silly former wants or desires. You have one purpose; one meaning in life: "To Serve. To Obey" Dreddy whispers in your ear. "That's what you're here to do." Something leather wraps around your already sealed and bulging throat. Something goes 'clink' and 'click' as your new collar is locked into place. Dreddy withdraws, twirling a tiny golden key on the tip of one raised claw. "Behave and you'll wake up fine Bad behavior will only extend your time with me." The imp plunges a thumb into your suck-hole. "I have all the time in the world to punish and break a disobedient suck-toy. But that's not you, is it?" The drone's head shakes, responding with a 'GLK "Good toy," That thumb breeches deeper into its lubey maw, pressing where its tongue might be under the rubber, pinning the already trapped organ. "Having this maw stuffed is your new meaning in life. When you're wearing my colors, you are a blank, obedient suck-toy." Dreddy withdraws their thumb, only to insert a pair of fingers. Afterwards, they shove a calf between the drone's legs. "Go on, pet. Hump my leg." Permission is all it needs. The drone begins mindlessly rubbing against its owner's leg, huffing and mewling meaningless noises. "Do not feel shame." Drone wouldn't dream of it. "Embrace the pleasure. Indulge." Fingers continue to stir around the suck-toy's sloppy rubber maw, stimulating its oral passage while it mindlessly rubs and frots its fist-sized nulge against the imp's leg. "Good toy" Dreddy praises. They take a moment to wipe the lube from their fingers onto the drone's spiral-wrapped face. It doesn't mind. It couldn't if it tried. "It's a good toy. It needs its toyhole stuffed full. It needs to suck and choke and slurp. Once the hood is on, its maw is for pleasure and service and nothing more." Toy isn't sure when its thoughts transitioned into the imp's mind-numbingly gentle voice, but it's not about to complain. "There isn't a single thought behind that visor, is there?" It doesn't understand the question, but thoughtlessly, happily churrs with a throatful of plastic regardless. Master is paying attention to it. "You will have no memory of this when you wake up," Dreddy tells the ditzy drone. "You will return to me in due time, when the right conditions pass." Their's hoof presses on its nulge, hard enough to make it harshly 'sqrk'. "Though you won't remember this, you may wonder why you crave having your mouth filled when you're struck with a twinge of arousal. I look forward to your mindless looks and desperation as you stuff plastic down your throat until you finally break down and start choking on hot, thick dick for real." Dreddy keeps one hoof on the floor; the other pinning the drone by the null-bulge. "You won't be cumming until you cross that line." Drone's rational voice screams with horror in its quiet corner. "Drone will forget how to cum until it chokes on a real dick. Until then, it can only rub and edge. That is my final gift to you, sucktoy." It's happy to serve and obey. "How long will it be before you break and start experimenting? Chasing your new, unknown fetishes? Days? Weeks? Wanna bet on it?" Dreddy's voice lifts with obvious humor. "Kidding You couldn't place a bet in your state. So I'll just... take- Take what you don't need, and replace it with something better. How about that, toy?" Dreddy tugs the drone's collar. It gulps. It follows.