#disappointed they dont mention slavery but other than that they were good

[posthungergamessyndrome]

so here’s my long overdue review of The Ballad of Songbirds and Snakes that no one asked for. I finally read the book, well listened to the audiobook, coz i dunno how to read a book anymore. 

This book was everything I expected it to be and also not. Definitely the first two parts was easily predictable, we all kinda assumed that was the general arc that story would take. So while I found the first two parts enjoyable, learning more about the history of the games and learn more of Capitol, i wasn’t really hooked until the third part.

But let me say this first tho, Ms. Suzanne Collins, you never disappoint. Also I have questions and I hate that she wasn’t able to go on a book tour (I haven’t read her Q&A tho). 

I still have the same qualms as i did about the prequel as i did before I read it. While I get the early records of the games were shoddy, and the 10th Hunger Games was erased but for one copy hidden in some vault, that doesn’t matter, what matter is Snow knows.

So If Snow had that relationship with the Games and Lucy, the first victor of d12, a lot of the decisions he made in the trilogy made no sense.

I get it, he wanted to forget, it’s decades until Katniss came along. While there might be parallels, Lucy and Katniss are very different characters. But all I can think off is the reason he didn’t kill Katniss sooner, was it really because she would end up a martyr or rallying cry for the district, which happened anyways, or he was practically disassociating the moment Katniss was reaped?

Were Katniss and Peeta unintentionally triggers to so many of his hidden traumas that’s why he made so many misteps? Katniss singing the meadow song to Rue, triggered. Peeta mentioning the Valley song, triggered. Mockingjay, triggered. The Hanging Tree, triggered. 

Was he so busy crying in the shower that he wasn’t able to stop Seneca Crane from making bad calls during the 74th Games? Two winners from the same district, would Snow really okay’d that himself?

And also, I’ve always thought that anything he did towards Peeta was coz he wanted to hurt Katniss. But no, he wanted to hurt that boy. Peeta reminds him of his young self, at least the young person everyone saw him as, charming, smart, and loyal. And in a way, had Peeta been born in the Capitol and was among Snow’s contemporaries, Snow would have seen him as his ultimate rival. 

Coz Snow was smart and knows how to manipulate people, but Peeta does it a lot better and a lot more successfully. With Snow, it’s right in front of his face and he still misses it. Often he is so close to getting it. How could he not have thought of the star-crossed lovers angle? How??  When one Peeta Mellark thought of it?

Which idk if there’s fanfics of that yet, but I need to read them asap, Katniss and Peeta and teen Snow, make it happen.

(But I was looking at my notes and I wrote probably the reason Snow didn’t think of the star crossed lovers angle because it was about his survival not about Lucy’s. Lucy was at best, seen as his possession. Even at the moments he was honestly in love with her, he still saw her as someone belonging to him only. )

Snow had two relationships going on: with Sejanus and with Lucy. I did find his relationship with Sejanus more interesting, because I think it’s that relationship that shaped him more that his relationship with Lucy.

I did like and even at some points enjoyed their Slytherin-Hufflepuff BFFship going on, coz despite how Snow let us know what he really thinks versus what he actually says, he was drawn to protect Sejanus, even though he’s reluctant about it or insist that he was made to do it or it’s also to benefit himself.

And I’m not saying there’s queerbaiting in this book, but certain pairings in this book makes more sense to ship than Johanna and Katniss. 

With Lucy, i know many were wary or didn’t want Snow to have a relationship with her. For me i was open to it, at least intrigued to see where it will go or how will it be handled. 

Honestly while it is still better written than most YA romances, I found it very insta-love. Again, my sense of timeline in this novel might be different coz I was listening to the audiobook instead of reading it, but they fell in love pretty quick. 

While listening to the audiobook, i thought, if their  relationship is at this point it must have been weeks since the reaping and the games haven’t started yet, and then Snow says it’s just been five days. They were making out I think by day 3 or something. 

Maybe because I knew they relationship was doomed from the start and we know how Snow ends up, I was amused by certain moments in their relationship, coz all I can think about it is, oh honey no. 

but also, I am mad that Ms. Collins is capable of writing amazing fluff moments in the midst of a dystopian world, and she wastes them on Snow and Lucy? Where was all that for Katniss and Peeta? i was given crumbs in the trilogy, Snow and Lucy made out so many times, at one point I even thought they were going to sleep together, like how dare you Ms. Collins.

For the many years we debated the meaning behind The Hanging Tree, Ms Collins, said no hun, this is what the songs means, let me tell you it’s origin story. And omg Suzanne, that was fucked up. Thanks.

One of the things I was worried about for this prequel is that while it is set in the future, the messages in it will seem outdated because a lot has changed since the trilogy came out. 

But she wrote this book well before it was announced in 2019, before it was released in 2020, but she still made it very relevant for today and I think the messaging of this prequel would be more resonant in the future, like the trilogy is.

She touched upon how we really value children, and that immediately reminded me of school mass shootings and how we haven’t done anything about it. She lives in Sandy Hook when the shooting happened so this makes sense she makes a statement about it. And now we are sending kids to school in a middle of a pandemic for political reasons not because we are concerned about their education. 

And there’s also mentions of a pandemic in a middle of a war,  let’s say it was a whole mental experience alternating between listening to the audiobook and watching the news on January 6. 

I also loved the lines: “why do people think the only thing they need for a revolution is anger?” and “we pour money into industries not people.”

While it’s almost unbelievable that the modern hunger games was merely a student group project by a bunch of privileged rich kids and one person who thinks slavery is okay ended up writing the whole thing anyways, that’s basically how this country and our system of governance was founded. 

Dr. Gaul is also every Security and Development professor I had in grad school who teaches that war never ends and it’s not about winning it’s about control to a class of future leaders at the state department, white house, and pentagon. i mean, it’s the cornerstone of US foreign policy since end of WW2.

While also listening to this book, I am dead sure that Suzanne could write a different version of Catching Fire where Katniss and Peeta were mentors and they uncover the hidden 10 hunger games tape, and it still will be a be hella of a story.

It also makes sense that the two characters that could possibly tell us or Katniss the connection of Snow to Lucy were the ones who can’t talk: Mags and Tigris. 

obviously lucy ended up in 13, possibly related to Alma Coin coz where else will she get that personal hatred against Snow? 

Snow could have at least picked Clemensia or Lys, but Livia? i guess make sense since her offspring ended up being Plutarch’s assistant. 

I feel like if i read the prequel before the trilogy, it would be a different reading experience. But at the same time, Snow, while he had his moments, is an unlikeable character even as an anti-hero, and his moral stand point is something i dont agree with, coz you know, he’s basically a republican. it’s like reading a book about a young Mitch McConnell, doesn’t matter if the system hurt him sometimes, as long as it hurts others more and keeps him in control, and i gag. I don’t think i would finish reading the prequel if i started with it instead of the trilogy. 

but it does solidifies my theory that Snow’s evil is not because he is out of touch with the rest of panem, he knows suffering that’s why he knows how to exploit it. He is not oblivious to the problems, but he arrived at different conclusions or convictions, because again he supports the system that controls his enemies, even if the system is cruel to him too. Again, a Republican. Don’t be one, don’t date one. 

I do wonder tho if he made good with champagne tuesdays when he became president. 

I don’t see how this prequel works as a movie adaptation tho, even if turned into three parts. It makes more sense for it to be a series, so if lionsgate hasn’t declared bankruptcy before they can adapt this into screen, maybe with the state of movies right now due to the pandemic, they will be more convinced to make this into a series for Netflix or to launch their own streaming service.    

[ovisiphorus]

Newesst episode is really good

[nebulawriter]

Classic Reviews: Get Out

So I am seeing a movie this week, but its not in theaters yet, so my review will come when it hits. So we’re doing another classic review instead, and maybe I’ll double up regular reviews in a couple weeks.

Get out is not exactly a classic in the traditional sense, but it IS a movie I should have seen a while ago, and considering Jordan Peele’s new horror is coming soon, I figure I should see this first. 

I unfortunately do know the big twist of this movie, [SPOILERS] in that the daughter is luring young black men to the house to have white people take over their bodies. I’ve seen a couple clips, but hopefully this will still have some surprises for me. Not too many though. I’m deathly afraid of horror films.

There’s no way to review this as a white person without sounding like the villains, is there? Well, I’ll do my best regardless. Keep in mind I guess that all impressions of what Black people experience in America are obviously what I ASSUME and have tried to LEARN based off the experiences of others, not that that isn’t obvious.

Main Character: Chris was a great ‘average joe’ black man, who is a good person, but knows how the world works. It’s a poignant note in a horror movie with the question of ‘why dont you just go to the cops?’ and its because the cops won’t believe him. That is very possibly what killed his mom, because as a young black boy he was too afraid to go to them until it was absolutely necessary. It’s an incredible take on isolation that is so often in horror films, and relating the isolation black people feel around white people to how a typical horror protagonist might feel among aliens or some other menacing figure. 

Side Characters: Damn Girlfriend was Cold as Ice. I was glad to actually have known the twist watching this because I caught right onto the other black people acting like strange old white people. The ones most interesting to me were the brother and the blind man (I totally forget everyone’s names other than chris and I’m too lazy to go on IMDb). The Grandfather mentioned that the first successful test for coagula happened on ‘his own flesh and blood.’ Like, that was the brother, right? Is that why he was so weird? But I still don’t totally understand so. Hm. As for the blind man, it was an interesting note of how ‘he didn’t care about Chris’s color, just wanted his eyes.’ Which like. Whoo, its not about race to you, but you’re STILL TAKING OVER HIS BODY YOU DICKHOLE. 

Other Characters: ‘Georgina’ Was very interesting to me as the only black WOMAN provided. I think its cool to show that intersection of gender in there. So often the narrative is how black men objectify white women, but this shows the other way around, of how happy these old white ladies are to have their husbands in black bodies, but just with none of the black minds. Georgina, meanwhile was a white woman taking over a black womans body and she was clearly having a lot of trouble. No one in America suffers more than the Black Woman, someone said, and for the most part I agree (theres a whole other conversation in there about intersection with gay and/or trans black women, but thats for another time)

Plot: Okokokok, so, I knew about what the creepy premise of this all was, but the one thing I didn’t know was how Chris actually Got Out, and I was not disappointed. I mean, first of all, so satisfying to watch the white characters die. But the thing that gets me, the reason Chris survived when all the others before him hadn’t was because of the scratches made in the chair from all the victims before him, so he could get to the cotton inside and block out the hypnosis. Do you get it guys? He survived because he PICKED THE COTTON! I don’t KNOW if that was intentional, but given how much symbolism there is in this, I’m assuming that its true, and its a powerful sentiment, for a black man to get his freedom from slavery via a symbol of black slavery. 

Story: White People are Dangerous. I mean its way more intricate than that, but there’s probably a thousand think pieces over the past year analyzing that, so yeah, White People Are Dangerous.

Cinnamontography: The best part is how this made such staples of White American life (some of which I admit to growing up with) So Freaking Creepy. Like on the one hand I felt like I knew these people and on the other they were aliens, and I love it. 

Design: Kinda same as cinematography, really. Just adding to that creep. 

Other: Mmm that music that played whenever the mom used hypnosis was Scary As Shit.

[burgermiester]

Project Octopath Traveler (Working Title) Demo Impressions

The Project Octopath Traveler demo is one of the best demos I have played in a while.  It had enough content that it kept me playing all afternoon but in a way that made me want to play the full game even more.  Most demos are done in 20 minutes and dont get me very interested in a game much less provide enough content to even talk about, but this one was an exception. With that in mind, heres a sort of mini review of the gameplay, story, and overall look of the game, as well as some suggestions for what should be changed for the full game.

Gameplay:

This game has the same producers as the Bravely games and Final Fantasy 4 Heroes of Light.  If you didnt know that, you might be clued in by the appearance of the adventurer who serves as a save point for the fourth time.  You also might realize the connection because it expands on battle system that started in 4 Heroes where points are accrued and spent during battle to do stronger actions at the expense of needing to do weaker actions either before or afterwards.  This system for me has always been an interesting concept with mixed execution.  In 4 Heroes you need to charge up to do almost anything which felt more aggravating than rewarding, but the Bravelys had the opposite problem: just braving 4 times can beat virtually every random encounter and a good number of bosses in a single round, which could be gratifying in one sense but in another it winds up making the game pretty mindless.  Project Octopath seems to be the game that finally gets the battle system right because it combines this point building and spending with a system where enemies have weaknesses (similar to games like SMT, Pokemon, or FFX) and attacking them with those weaknesses eventually makes them break, causing them to miss a turn and take much more damage during said turn.  This gives new purpose to the point spending (in this game its called Boosting, by the way) because you now need to decide between using your boosts to break enemies sooner or letting them build while you break them more slowly in order to spend all your points at once when they break to do the most damage.  Also, enemies weaknesses in regards to breaking them arent necessarily what deal the most damage to them, so every time you encounter a new enemy there is a lot of experimenting to figure out how to maximize damage.  Time will tell if this gameplay stays fresh for the entire game, but it never got old to me for the 5 or so hours I played the demo, and I think that this game has the potential to not just be the best execution of the point system started in 4 Heroes, but even the best “exploiting weaknesses” type system.  These two systems really go together that well.

Aside from regular battles, the characters also have ways that interact with the NPCs in different ways.  Primrose makes NPCs follow her around to accomplish sidequests and get their help in battle, and Olberic can challenge NPC’s to duels.  The dueling was pretty fun but there wasnt too much to it, and I never found Primrose’s power to be too useful, but that could change in the full game.  I only mention this stuff here because its in the demo, it wasnt too huge of a deal in my opinion and I think it remains to be seen if this NPC interacting will be a deep part of the game or a fun little gimmick.

Story/Characters/Visuals:

The demo is divided into two parts.  You can play as Primrose the Dancer or Olberic the Knight, two of the eight characters from the full game, in what feels like prologue chapters (whether or not this is how their stories will open in the full game or not, I am not sure, but I would guess this is the beginning of their stories in the full game too).  Olberic’s story is a run of the mill bandit tale, but Primrose’s is a surprisingly dark story of escaping abuse and sex slavery.  Both of these tales are on some level resolved in the demo, but there are larger stories of revenge and mystery that are unresolved, as it should be.  You do want people excited to see what happens in the full game, after all.  Primrose and Olberic are both enjoyable characters and a few NPCs were memorable too.  In addition, the game had pretty good english voice acting.  Whenever a current game RPG goes for a 16 bit look I get a little disappointed just because the inability for characters to emote outside of exaggerated gestures takes away from the storytelling, I feel, but the addition of voice acting here puts more emotion into it so I am pleased with that.  Speaking of the 16-bit look, the HD 3D 16 bit look they are going for here really works well.  Lighting and depth and things going into focus all look really great, as do all the animations in battle.  My only complaint with the visuals is that when you get a random encounter there is a very jarring screen flash effect thats much worse than any other RPG I can think of.  Its annoying to most people and potentially kills the game for people with light sensitivity, so I really dont see a reason for its existence and I hope they remove it in the full game. 

Other Changes I Want to See in the Full Game:

While I generally think this game is set to improve upon the bravelys in every way, it lacks a few quality of life things that they have, such as the ability to change the random encounter rate and an auto battle for grinding.  I also found the run to be a little bit too slow, I hope they make it a little bit faster in the full game.  This game has really lovely character designs and other illustrations and I saw them only three times in the demo: the loading screen when you launch the game (thats whats at the top of this post, by the way), when you pick your character at the beginning of the demo, and on the map when you pull up the menu.  As much as I like the visuals of the game, I want to get more of this are in the full game.  Something a lot of 16 bit style games do is show the portrait of the characters when they talk, and I think this should really be incorporated here.  Other than that I dont have any complaints.  I am very curious about how skills and abilities are unlocked and progress in the full game.  In the demo both characters have the same skills the entire time you play, which works fine for the demo but the execution of its skill system could make the difference between a good and a great game or even game of the year material, which is what I think it has a contender to be.  It’s certainly the demo of the year for me. 

[deathtouch]

💛 femfeb day 27 | my femfeb masterpost 🧡 xposted → ao3 | dw | pf.io 💖 Ana/Tracer + Pharah/Tracer | 3k | Explicit 🧡 Alternate Universe, Slavery, Sexual Slavery, First Time, Oral Sex, Loss of Virginity, Shyness 💛 Sex slave Tracer is ordered to take Pharah’s virginity

ok so a few things up top 1 some people asked for a sequel to 'come home with me' and... i'm not very good at sequels so... idk if this is rly what yall were looking for but this is what i came up with. 2 all this bullshit about needing to lose your virginity is just for the fic, i dont believe that nonsense and neither should you. 3 this doesn't technically have incest in it but it definitely has ana being overly concerned and interested in her daughter's sexual life so if that's not your thing than please turn back now

“Tracer, this is my daughter, Fareeha,” Ana said, introducing the two of them. Tracer to fall into position behind Ana, to drop her head not meet this other woman’s eyes. She knew she couldn’t though. She had orders, something specific that Ana had demanded of her, and it was her job to follow through no matter what. “Nice to meet you, ma'am,” Tracer said respectfully. She noticed Fareeha’s face, blushing red and growing redder. She noticed the way her fist clenched and unclenched around the strap of her luggage. She looked at Tracer exactly once, eyes flitting over her naked body, catching for a split second at the collar on her throat before looking away again. She was so uncomfortable. It was painfully obvious. “I don’t want to meet your slave, mother,” Fareeha said darkly. Tracer tried not to take it personally, though it did make her heart twist with sadness. She wasn’t sure what she could have possibly done in the short few minutes since Fareeha came walking in the door to possible incur such disfavor. Whatever it was… she would correct it, do better. She had her orders, after all, and there was no way she’d be able to follow through with them if Fareeha wanted nothing to do with her. “Oh, nonsense,” Ana waved a hand dismissively. With the other she reached out, gently guiding Tracer forward with small push at the small of her back. “Go on little one, help Fareeha bring her things to her room.” That was something she could definitely do. Tracer was really only trained to do sexual things, but she wasn’t completely useless. Sometimes Ana liked to dress her up in a frilly black and white outfit to make her dust the baseboards or clean the kitchen while she watched. That was technically cleaning, but sex related. Sometimes she made breakfast while stark nude, pouring pancake batter while Ana appreciated the view. That was technically cooking, but sex related too. Tracer could pick up and move a few bags. She wasn’t sure how it was sex related yet, but she would figure it out. She was smart. “Don’t-” Fareeha winced as Tracer bent down to pick up the duffle bag she had set on the floor in order to hug her mother. Tracer hesitated. Fareeha wasn’t really her owner, she didn’t have to listen to her. She knew the hierarchy here, and Fareeha was definitely higher on the food chain than she was, but it was ultimately Ana’s word that was law. If Ana said to move Fareeha’s things, Tracer would move Fareeha’s things. She hefted the duffle bag over her shoulder and offered a smile. “After you, ma'am.” Fareeha flashed her mother a look, a death glare that would earn Tracer a spanking if she were to cast a glance like that one. “Fine. Hurry up.” Fareeha said, turning her back and starting off. She didn’t look behind her to see if Tracer was following or not. Since she’d been living her in Ana’s home for nearly six months now, Tracer had seen almost all of the rooms. The only places that were off limits to her were the garage, which she had little interest in anyway, and Fareeha’s room. She had never even thought to sneak a peek before. Ana told her not to go in, so she didn’t go in. That was that. It was weird going there now, seeing Fareeha open the door, discovering a whole new part to the place she called home. It was different in here… cluttered? Ana kept the rest of the house so minimal and spotless. Fareeha’s room had shelves with a bunch of different things on them. Her walls were painted a striking dark blue color that didn’t match any of the other rooms. There were posters all over the walls. A desk in one corner, a massive bed. So much stuff. Tracer wandered further in, looking in open mouthed awe at one of the pictures up on the wall. It was a bunch of planes flying together. No, not planes. They called them something different in the military. Something more intimidating than just planes. Fighting planes or war planes or something. She didn’t really know about that kind of stuff, but she thought it was neat. “You can just leave that on the bed,” Fareeha told her. She had pulled the chair away from the desk and was setting things on it, pulling her zipped up sweater off to get more comfortable. “Yes, ma'am.” Tracer hurried to put the bag on the bed as asked. “Permission to speak?” Fareeha grimaced. “Does Ana do that? Make you ask permission to talk to her?” Tracer thought for a second. “Uhm, only sometimes.” Usually when they were in the middle of sex and she’d been ordered to stay quiet as part of a game. It was still considered respectful to ask, especially when dealing with someone who wasn’t her owner. Tracer had no idea how Fareeha wanted her to behave and she was just trying her best to be polite, but it seemed like everything she did was wrong. “Whatever, don’t ask me that,” Fareeha said sullenly. “Just talk if you want to.” Oh.. “Do you fly one of those?” Tracer asked, nodding towards the picture. She couldn’t remember what Ana had said about that. Tracer knew that Fareeha had been away all this time doing some kind of military stuff, but she didn’t exactly know what. She thought it was related to flying planes though she could be wrong. Fareeha hesitated. “…yeah.” It must have been pride or an excuse to boast that moved her to pull out her phone, open up her picture app, and find a folder with just an airplane emoji as the title. She handed it over for Tracer to scroll through, trying not to seem too pleased with herself. Tracer thumbed through the photos curiously. There were so many big planes! The sleek, grey kind with just enough room for the pilot and that was it. Fareeha was there too, in a jumpsuit and sunglasses, smirking at the camera. There were pictures of the planes up in the sky flying with a trail of white clouds behind them. “These are cool, ma’am.” Tracer said earnestly. Maybe… if she wasn’t a slave… she could do something like this. She was happy with Ana, really. She was. It was fun to imagine the possibilities though. She went to sit down on the floor so she could get comfortable and watch some of the videos in the folder but stopped just short. “Permission to sit?” She asked. Fareeha made another unhappy face. “Just… do whatever you want, okay? Stop asking me for permission for things. That’s so… it’s…” She gave a full body shudder. “Whatever I want?” Tracer repeated curiously. Whatever she wanted? What she really wanted to do was follow the order Ana had given her earlier. She had made a habit of being good, always doing as she was told, and never disappointing her owner. Not to mention, she didn’t want to earn herself any spankings. Sometimes they were fun, but not when she was really in trouble. Those ones hurt. Not because the pain was bad, but because she knew Ana wasn’t happy with her. Somehow that made it sting. “Yeah,” Fareeha made an incomprehensible so-so motion with her hand. “Whatever you want.” Tracer set the phone aside, on the closet flat surface which just so happened to be a shelf of one of the book cases. She walked across the room, over to Fareeha where she was standing next to her desk. Fareeha seemed maybe a little confused but didn’t say or do anything when Tracer reached out for her. She wrapped her fingers around Fareeha’s neck, stood up on her tippy toes, and pressed their lips together. There was a moment there where their kiss was really nice, soft and sweet. Tracer tasted Fareeha’s lips, and leaned in for more, to explore with her tongue. She was surprised to find a strong hand on her shoulder shoving her back. “What are you doing!” Fareeha asked, aghast. She had turned a dark shade of red, blushing hard. Ana never yelled at her, never even raised her voice, so hearing Fareeha sound so angry made Tracer want to flinch back. She remained steadfast, though her heart was beating a little harder in her chest now. “You said I could do whatever I wanted to… I wanted to kiss you.” Fareeha’s eyebrows drew together. She stared hard at Tracer like she was trying to understand her. It took her a long moment to calm down. Her face was still beet red, but at least she relaxed her rough grip on Tracer’s shoulder. “Did my mother put you up to this?” She accused. “No,” Tracer lied, shaking her head. In fact that was the only order Ana had given her for the entire week that Fareeha was home. Tracer had one job and one job only. Make sure Fareeha lost her virginity. Ana was worried that Fareeha was getting older and had never dated anyone, much less been in a serious relationship. She certainly didn’t have a sex slave of her own. She was in her mid-twenties and had never even had sex. As a mother, Ana was reasonably concerned. She wanted her daughter to grow up and finally become a woman. At least, that’s what she had told Tracer. Tracer didn’t know if any of it was true, if Fareeha even was a virgin, but she had to believe it. Ana said so, and Ana’s word was law. “Really?” Fareeha asked incredulously. “You expect me to believe that you really wanted to kiss me?” “…What I really wanted to do was lick your pussy,” Tracer told her, "but I thought we should start with kissing first.“ That shut Fareeha up pretty quick. She looked away, face as red as ever. She didn’t seem to know what to say now, she just tensed her jaw again and again. Maybe she actually was a virgin if talking about sex like this made her so embarrassed. Tracer stood up on her tippy toes to offer more kisses. She gently pressed her lips to Fareeha’s cheek. She wasn’t surprised when the hand on her shoulder pushed her back once more, but there was a lot less force this time. "Just, wait. Okay? Hold on-” “Please, Fareeha,” Tracer interrupted her. “Please let me lick you. I wanna taste you so bad.” “Shit,” Fareeha hissed, starting to succumb. She put up a tough front but underneath all her timid behavior and defensiveness, she wanted this. Tracer wrapped an arm around Fareeha’s waist, pulling their bodies closer together. She slid her free hand up Fareeha’s bicep, intrigued by how much muscle she found there. She was so different from Ana; taller, stronger, more solidly built. It was interesting to be with someone new after all this time with the same owner. Fareeha swallowed hard. “I… I’ve never done anything like this…” Tracer planted a kiss on Fareeha’s lips, quieting her. “It’s okay.” She tried to remember the things they said to her in training when she was learning something new. “I’ll be careful, and we’ll go slowly.” They started kissing again, in earnest this time. Fareeha didn’t seem to know what to do but that was okay. Tracer licked into her mouth, tasted her tongue, teased her bottom lip with nibbling teeth. All the while her hands roamed Fareeha’s body, finding new places to rub and touch and stroke appreciatively. It wasn’t all a lie. Sure, Ana had ordered her to do this, but Tracer was genuinely enjoying herself. Fareeha was pretty, like her mother. She was had a nice body, her mouth tasted good. They were going to have fun together. Plus, this was going to make Ana very happy. When Ana was happy, Tracer was happy too. She pushed Fareeha to sit on the nearby desk chair. It was sturdy enough but still creaked under her weight. They kept on kissing, more heated now than ever. Fareeha was figuring out that she could kiss back, and that she could do whatever she wanted with her tongue. Tracer found Fareeha’s hands. Without looking and while still kissing she uncurled the tight fists they were in. She showed Fareeha where to put them, guiding them to her own waist. Her touch was warm, palms a little sweaty, but Tracer didn’t mind. She started trailing her kisses, making a leisurely but steady decent. First to Fareeha’s jaw, then her neck, then her collarbone. Tracer said she would take it slow, and so she did. She took her time kissing and sucking marks into Fareeha’s skin, making more than one, drawing out the process before they moved on to something more intense. Fareeha had her eyes shut tight and these little hopeful moans sounded in her throat at regular intervals. She went all lax, like putty just waiting to be molded and shaped. Tracer had never been with someone so compliant before. She wondered if this was what Ana felt like all the time, having someone ready and willing to do absolutely anything. Tracer’s hand had long since wormed their way under Fareeha’s shirt, somewhere between kissing the second and third bruise into her neck. Now she wanted the shirt off so she could have easier access to what was underneath. She pulled back to do it, smirking when she found Fareeha still blushing red but looking remarkably more turned on now. She went to help take off Fareeha’s shirt and was somewhat surprise to see her hesitating again. “Let me,” Tracer urged. When she finally pulled the shirt up over Fareeha’s head she found her completely bare underneath. She wasn’t wearing a bra or anything. Tracer wasn’t either, but their circumstances were a little different. She seemed shy about this, and almost moved as if to cover herself up, but Tracer didn’t give her the chance. She leaned in and took one of Fareeha’s pink nipples into her mouth, suckling on it happily. A loud gasp escaped Fareeha’s throat. Tracer was more than pleased to have caused such a noise and it encouraged her onward. Her other hand came up to cup the other breast, tweaking that nipple too. Fareeha’s breathing went all heavy and rough. “Tracer,” She breathed. Tracer glanced up. Fareeha had her lip between her teeth, blushing still. Always blushing. It was kind of cute. Tracer kept at it, switching from one breast to the other, lavishing each nipple with equal attention. She didn’t stop until she had Fareeha moaning softly. Only then did she continue her kissing, suckling down Fareeha’s sternum towards her stomach where she was ticklish. Tracer could feel the muscles under her skin tensing, but not in a bad way. Moving to crouch down between Fareeha’s thighs, Tracer went to slide her fingers under the waistband of the black pair of track pants that were currently keeping her from reaching her goal. Fareeha seemed ready enough. She was covered in lip marks and love bites from here to the pulse point in her neck. “This okay?” Tracer asked, lips brushing against Fareeha’s abs as she spoke. She liked when Ana asked her that when they were trying something new and a little scary; checking in to see if it was all okay. She figured the least she could do was the same. “I…” Fareeha didn’t seem like she was going to make up her mind or come out behind that curtain of shyness any time soon. That was okay. She had put a stop to things earlier when she wanted them to stop. She would do the same thing here and now if she needed to. It didn’t seem like she would need to. As shy and uncertain as she was, she was clearly enjoying herself. If her moaning and excited breathing was anything to go by. “Lift your hips,” Tracer encouraged. It felt funny to be the one giving orders for a change. Fareeha complied, and Tracer slid down both her pants and underwear in one go. Again, it seemed like she was going to try and cover herself or hide her nudity, but Tracer didn’t give her the chance. She guided one of Fareeha’s hands to her hair, making it so her fingers threaded through the short brown locks. Despite the haste in which she had stripped those clothes away, she made an effort to slow down again and take things easy. She pressed her lips to Fareeha’s soft thigh. She left wet sloppy kisses in her progression towards where she really wanted to put her mouth. By the time she got there, Fareeha was sopping wet and breathing so hard it was like Tracer was working her over with a strap-on, not just working her over with gentle kisses. When her lips finally touched the slick folds of Fareeha’s vulva, Fareeha was too far gone. Some gentle mouthing, a little lick and she was shaking and coming. It was an amazing thing for Tarcer to watch, to feel as it happen under her tongue. It was possible that Fareeha had never even touched herself before and that this was her first orgasm of all time. Tracer couldn’t help but to smile. Ana was going to be so proud of her. She sat back on her heels, mouth slick with juices. “Again?” She asked. “What?” Fareeha was still trembling, attempting to recover. “Want to do it again? On the bed?” “How did it go?” Ana asked. Tracer snuggled in closer to her, nuzzling at her owner’s collarbone. They were cuddled up close under the blankets. It felt right to be back in her arms. She had missed having a firm hand to guide her. Taking control of things with Fareeha had been… fun for a little while but she liked it much better when Ana was telling her what to do. “Good, ma’am,” Tracer assured. “We had sex in her chair, and on her bed and she used her fingers on me a little.” “Good,” Ana said in that pleased way that made Tracer feel all warm and tingly on the inside. “My darling little slave, how did I ever manage to find a girl as perfect as you?” Tracer hid her smile in Ana’s neck. She still remembered the day Ana walked into the auction house to take her home. Tracer had never seen someone so beautiful. It was all men who came to look at her, and men were okay, but Tracer was happy it was a woman that wanted her. Ana had been so good to her since then. “Do I get a reward?” Tracer asked. “A reward?” Ana repeated. She nuzzled at Tracer’s hair. “What kind of reward?” “…will you let me wear the plug tomorrow?” She asked, smiling. “The one that vibrates.” Ana laughed, a warmth that rippled through her. “I suppose that can be arranged.” Maybe it was a good thing having Fareeha home if it earned her rewards like this. Tracer closed her eyes, content.

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