Note: This story was written with assistance by an AI. I provided prompts and edited the results to make sense, creating something resembling a full story.

The barn looked different now. The old workbench was pushed to one side, the drone parts boxed up. In their place: a chalkboard covered in Gem glyphs and human words, ropes coiled neatly, the Phalliform Penetrator v3.0 standing upright on its charging cradle like a weapon waiting to be drawn. Peridot’s lab had become a stage.

Lapis and Amethyst were already in position when the door shut. Peridot had woken them early, given them no breakfast, no snide comments — just pointed to the center of the room and said, “Phase Six. Kneel.”

They knelt now, side by side, naked except for the collars she’d fitted around their necks the night before. She’d spent all day soldering those collars, wiring them to vibrate and buzz at a tap from her stylus. They weren’t shackles; they were reminders. Data points she could flip on and off as she pleased. Their vibrations would resonate not just to their necks, but to their gem cores.

Peridot paced in front of them, stylus twirling between her fingers. “You’ve learned to crawl. You’ve learned to worship. You’ve learned to obey when I hold the toy.” She stopped, eyes glittering. “Now you’ll learn to obey without it. No release, no reward, until I say.”

She tapped her stylus against Lapis’s collar. It buzzed sharply; Lapis gasped, back arching. She did the same to Amethyst; the purple Gem groaned, eyes fluttering. Peridot scribbled a note with her other hand, never looking away from their faces. “Response time: immediate. Good.”

She crouched down between them, tilting their chins up with her fingers. “You’re going to train each other. You’re going to keep each other on edge. I won’t touch you. I won’t give you my toy. You’ll do it to each other, while I watch and measure. And if you stop…” She flicked both collars again. Both of them flinched. “Buzz, buzz.”

Their breathing grew ragged. Amethyst muttered, “You’re really gonna make us—”

“Yes,” Peridot hissed, cutting her off. “This is science.”

She shoved Lapis toward Amethyst, making her land sprawled across the purple Gem’s lap. “Touch her,” she ordered. “Make her moan. But don’t let her finish until I say.”

Lapis’s hands shook as she slid them between Amethyst’s thighs. Amethyst hissed, biting her lip, glaring up at Peridot — but she didn’t stop it. She leaned back on her hands, her collar buzzing faintly with every tremor.

Peridot circled them slowly, stylus in one hand, tablet in the other, her tiny boots clicking on the floor. “Good. Data shows both subjects responding to one another. Humiliation amplified. Shame doubled. You’re learning your place.”

She crouched again, voice dropping to a whisper between their ears. “Say it.”

Amethyst’s voice was rough. “We’re your toys.”

Lapis’s was a whisper. “We’re your sluts.”

Peridot flicked both collars at once; they jolted, gasping. “Louder.”

They said it together this time, voices breaking. “We’re your toys! We’re your sluts!”

Peridot straightened up, grinning, stylus poised. “Perfect. That’s the beginning of Phase Six. Tonight you’ll stay like this until you can do it without me telling you. Tomorrow…” she glanced at the chalkboard, at the neat line where she’d scrawled Pearl under “future targets” “…tomorrow we move to the next subject.”

She stepped back, letting them cling to each other, trembling and aroused but denied, the collars humming at her whim. She scribbled another note, her voice low but carrying through the barn. “Conditioning nearly complete. Next trial: demonstration for new recruit.”

She smiled at her trembling test subjects. “When Pearl walks in, you’ll already know exactly what to do.”

Later that day, the barn door creaked open with the kind of hesitant groan that told Peridot her prediction was correct: Pearl had come.

She stood framed in the doorway, posture perfect as always, hand clutching the doorframe like she expected to find another drone half-built or a pile of scrap metal. Her sharp blue eyes swept the barn — and froze.

Two Gems knelt in the center of the room, slick and trembling, collars buzzing faintly at their throats. Lapis and Amethyst, broken and pliant, their hands all over each other as they whimpered confessions into the floorboards.

Pearl’s lips parted. Her cheeks went pale, then pink, then scarlet. “What in the stars—”

“Phase Six,” Peridot interrupted, hopping down from her crate with tablet in hand. She strode toward Pearl, tiny but unstoppable, her grin manic and smug. “You arrived just in time for the demonstration.”

Pearl recoiled, scandal written across her face. “Peridot! This—this is obscene! You’ve degraded them, humiliated them, turned them into—”

“Into exactly what they were meant to be,” Peridot cut her off, jabbing the stylus toward Lapis and Amethyst. “Specimens, broken of their delusions. Tools repurposed for my use.”

Lapis whimpered, arching as her collar buzzed. Amethyst groaned low, squeezing her thighs together.

Pearl gasped, scandalized. “They… they’re enjoying it.”

Peridot grinned, adjusting her glasses. “Of course they are. Pleasure and humiliation intertwined. The perfect loop.” She grabbed Pearl’s wrist and tugged her inside, shutting the door with her foot. “Watch closely. You’ll understand soon.”

Pearl stumbled forward, too shocked to resist. Her eyes locked on Lapis, who moaned softly as Amethyst touched her under Peridot’s command, collar humming every time she faltered.

Peridot climbed back onto her crate, crossing her legs like a queen, stylus tapping against her palm. “Subjects,” she barked. “Show her.”

Both Lapis and Amethyst lifted their heads, cheeks slick, eyes glazed, voices cracking as they spoke in unison: “We’re her toys. We’re her sluts.”

Pearl’s breath hitched, her body trembling. “No… no, that’s—”

Peridot cut her off with a laugh, high and sharp. “That’s liberation, Pearl. They’re free of their restraint. Free of their pride. Look at them—happy.”

Pearl shook her head, backing toward the door. “I—this is madness—”

Peridot flicked her stylus, both collars buzzing sharply. Lapis and Amethyst cried out, their voices echoing off the rafters. “Pearl!” they sobbed together. “Join us—be hers too!”

Pearl froze, caught between horror and something deeper, something that lit her cheeks and quickened her breath.

Peridot hopped down from the crate, strutting toward her. She was tiny, but her grin made her tower. She pressed close, tugging Pearl’s perfect posture down until they were nose-to-nose.

“You’ve spent eons serving others,” Peridot whispered, her voice hot and sharp. “Obeying rules, restraining yourself, choking on decorum. But I see it. The hunger. The need to kneel, to be told what you are, to let go.”

Pearl’s breath came shallow, her hands trembling. “I… I don’t…”

Peridot smirked, jabbing the stylus under her chin. “Don’t lie. You want what they have. You want me to tear the chains off your repression and replace them with mine. Say it.”

Pearl’s lips parted, but no sound came.

Peridot leaned close, lips brushing her ear, words dripping like poison honey. “Say you want to be my subject.”

Behind them, Lapis whimpered, Amethyst moaned, their confessions filling the barn: We’re hers. We belong to her. Join us.

Pearl’s shoulders slumped. Her eyes fluttered shut. And she whispered, broken: “I… want to be your subject.”

Peridot’s grin went feral. She turned to her trembling pets and shouted triumphantly: “Phase Seven begins!”

The door thudded shut behind them with a soft click. Pearl stood frozen just inside the barn, shoulders stiff, fingers curling against her palms. Her words had slipped out before she could snatch them back — I want to be your subject — and now they hung in the air like a binding spell.

Peridot’s head tipped back, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across her face. She looked, in that moment, less like the scrappy little technician Pearl had met on the battlefield and more like a green flame, tiny but all-consuming.

She turned and climbed back onto the crate, tablet in one hand, stylus tapping a steady rhythm. “Phase Seven: initiation of Subject Three. Target: Pearl. Objective: unravel repression.” Her voice was matter-of-fact, but her eyes glowed.

Lapis and Amethyst were still on their knees, watching. At Peridot’s signal they crawled closer, collars buzzing faintly, and knelt on either side of Pearl’s legs. Their hair stuck to their faces, eyes heavy-lidded; they looked like a living warning and a living promise at once.

Peridot’s boots clicked as she hopped down, circling Pearl slowly, the stylus sliding up her spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake. “You’ve been told your whole life what you’re supposed to be,” she murmured. “Perfect soldier. Perfect servant. Perfect Gem. But tonight you’re going to be something else.” She stopped in front of her, green fingers reaching up to tilt Pearl’s chin down. “Tonight you’re going to let go.”

Pearl swallowed hard, her eyes darting to Lapis and Amethyst, then back to Peridot. “I…”

“Shhh.” Peridot pressed a finger to her lips. “You already said the words. Now we begin.” She turned to her other two subjects. “Demonstrate.”

Lapis and Amethyst moved as one, hands sliding up Pearl’s thighs, stroking reverently, whispering confessions they’d been conditioned to repeat: “She freed us. She made us hers. She’ll free you too.”

Pearl trembled. The sound of their voices against her skin, the brush of their fingers, the low buzz of the collars — it all felt like static under her surface.

Peridot circled back into view, grinning. She pulled the collar she’d built for Pearl from her belt — slimmer, white trim to match her gem, its gem-tech nodes glowing faintly. She held it up. “Do you understand what this means?”

Pearl’s breath came shallow. “Submission.”

“Liberation,” Peridot corrected softly, sliding it up against her throat. “No more pretending. No more perfect posture. Only what I tell you.”

She fastened the collar. It clicked into place with a soft hum. Pearl gasped at the pulse of vibration against her skin, humming through to her gem.

Peridot stepped back, stylus poised. “Subjects One and Two. Strip her.”

Lapis and Amethyst moved with quiet efficiency, unfastening the ribbons and fabric of Pearl’s tunic, peeling it away piece by piece until pale skin and trembling muscle were revealed under the barn’s lamplight. Pearl stood trembling but didn’t resist.

Peridot’s voice stayed calm, clinical, even as her grin sharpened. “Phase Seven, Trial One: public undressing. Target’s resistance minimal. Good.”

She stepped closer, fingers dragging lightly down Pearl’s arm. “Now kneel.”

Pearl’s knees hit the floor slowly, her hands falling open at her sides. Lapis and Amethyst pressed in closer, one on either side, their hands stroking, their whispers constant: “She freed us. She’ll free you.”

Peridot crouched in front of her, eyes level with hers, stylus tracing circles against her collar. “Say it,” she whispered. “Say what you are now.”

Pearl’s lips parted, voice barely audible. “I’m… your subject.”

Peridot’s grin split wide. “Again.”

“I’m your subject.”

“Louder.”

“I’m your subject!”

Peridot tapped the collar, making it buzz sharply. Pearl gasped, arching, the sound turning into a moan. Peridot tilted her head. “Better. Now, Subjects One and Two — show her what happens when she obeys.”

Lapis and Amethyst leaned in, mouths and hands roaming Pearl’s body, their touch rough but worshipful under Peridot’s watchful eyes. Pearl’s back arched, a shudder running through her. She made a broken noise — half sob, half sigh.

Peridot stood over them, stylus and tablet forgotten for the moment, her small hands clenching into fists at her sides as she watched her first two test subjects begin to dismantle the third under her direction.

“Good,” she murmured, her voice low but carrying. “Very good. She’s cracking already.”

The barn felt like it had shrunk; the old hay smell, the glow of the single lamp above, the sound of ropes creaking all made it a little cathedral built for this moment. Pearl was on her knees now, the pale skin of her shoulders bared where Lapis and Amethyst had peeled away her uniform. Her long, swan-like neck was bowed just enough for the new collar to sit perfectly, the faint white glow from its gem-tech nodes pulsing like a heartbeat.

Peridot didn’t rush. She padded in a slow circle around her third subject, one finger trailing across the inside of Pearl’s arm, down her spine, up again to the base of her throat. Every touch was light enough to be maddening. Lapis and Amethyst, on either side, whispered in time with her movements — little fragments Peridot had taught them like liturgy:

“She freed us.”

“She’ll free you.”

“You belong.”

Pearl trembled under the words, her hands resting open on her thighs. Her breath had gone uneven; her back muscles fluttered every time Peridot’s touch grazed her.

“Good,” Peridot murmured, not to anyone in particular. “She’s listening.”

She crouched in front of Pearl, so small she had to tip her head back to look up at her. The little green scientist tilted her glasses down, green eyes burning into blue. “We’re going to go very slowly,” she said softly. “Not because you need it. Because I want to watch you crack one hairline at a time.”

Pearl’s lips parted, but no words came out. Lapis and Amethyst reached out on cue, each placing a hand on one of her thighs, their thumbs stroking slow circles just shy of anywhere truly intimate. Pearl shuddered, her knees sliding a little wider on the boards.

Peridot smiled like a predator. She touched the stylus to the collar. It buzzed once, a soft vibration against Pearl’s throat. Pearl gasped. The buzz stopped. Peridot’s finger traced a path down from the collar, between Pearl’s breasts, to her stomach. “Responsive already,” she whispered. “Perfect.”

She nodded to Lapis. “Kiss her.” A flick of the stylus and Lapis leaned in, pressing her lips to Pearl’s shoulder, then her neck, soft and reverent. “Now you,” she said to Amethyst, flicking again. The purple Gem bent forward, nipping at Pearl’s other shoulder, her teeth scraping light red marks into the pale skin.

Pearl made a tiny, involuntary sound, her back arching. Peridot crouched lower, her hands on Pearl’s knees now, thumbs stroking the inside where the skin was softest. “This is what they’ve learned,” she murmured. “This is what they’ll teach you. You’ll touch and be touched until you forget who you were trying to be.”

She signalled again. Lapis’s hands slid up Pearl’s sides, tracing slow circles around her breasts without quite touching; Amethyst’s hands moved down, brushing the tops of her thighs, staying just out of reach. Pearl’s eyes fluttered shut, a faint shudder running through her.

Peridot tilted her head. “Say it,” she said quietly. “Tell me what you’re feeling.”

Pearl swallowed hard. “I… feel—” She stopped, breath catching as Lapis’s mouth found the spot just under her jaw. “I feel like I’m falling apart.”

Peridot’s grin sharpened. She stroked a finger lightly down the centre of Pearl’s chest. “Good. Fall. Let it happen.”

She flicked the stylus. The collar pulsed again, a deeper buzz this time, sending a shiver right down Pearl’s spine. Lapis and Amethyst closed in a little more, their mouths and hands moving in tandem but still slow, teasing, building a rhythm without relief.

Peridot stayed crouched just in front of her, watching, cataloguing, her small hand coming up to rest against Pearl’s cheek. “You’re still holding back,” she murmured. “You’re still trying to be Pearl. Stop. Just for tonight.”

Pearl opened her eyes, blue burning dark now, and whispered, “Tell me how.”

Peridot’s thumb traced the edge of her lower lip. “Say the words. Say you’re mine.”

Pearl hesitated, shuddering as Amethyst’s breath ghosted against her thigh, as Lapis’s teeth grazed her collarbone. “I’m…” She moaned softly. “…I’m yours.”

“Again.”

“I’m yours.”

Peridot smiled, the kind of smile that belonged on a scientist seeing the first flash of light under a microscope. She flicked the stylus; the collar hummed, and this time Lapis’s and Amethyst’s hands slid inward, beginning to stroke her properly, still slow but now deliberate, coordinated under Peridot’s direction.

Pearl gasped, head falling back, her body arching into their touch despite herself. Peridot stayed where she was, her small palm still on Pearl’s cheek, watching every flicker of expression.

“That’s it,” she whispered. “This is the start. Tonight you’ll learn what they’ve learned. Slowly. Until you can’t remember the difference between shame and release.”

She tapped a note into her tablet one-handed without looking. “Subject Three entering Stage One. Restraint cracking.”

Then she leaned closer, so her lips were just by Pearl’s ear. “Good girl,” she murmured. “Let them show you. I’ll be right here.”

Lapis and Amethyst continued to move over her, still under Peridot’s unseen signals, still slow, still building. Pearl’s breath grew louder, her body trembling as she teetered between the last of her control and the surrender waiting just on the other side.

Peridot crouched like a conductor at the edge of her orchestra, stylus poised, eyes glittering, ready to decide exactly when the music would crest.

The collar pulsed again, a sharper vibration this time, and Pearl’s spine arched like a bowstring pulled taut. Lapis and Amethyst’s mouths trailed up her chest and neck, their hands drawing little gasps from her thighs. She was unraveling, one quiver at a time.

Peridot crouched low in front of her, glasses sliding down her nose, grin wide and knowing. “So fragile,” she whispered, tapping her stylus against Pearl’s chin. “All those centuries of poise, etiquette, standing stiff behind someone else… and here you are, knees on dirty floorboards, squirming like you’ve been waiting for this your whole life.”

Pearl whimpered, lips trembling, but didn’t deny it.

Peridot’s eyes glittered. She leaned back and snapped her fingers. “Subjects One and Two. Redirect. Feet.”

Lapis and Amethyst froze for a breath, then obeyed at once, sliding down Pearl’s sides and settling at the base of her long, pale legs. Pearl gasped as their hands caught her ankles, pinning them wide.

“No, wait—” she started, but her protest broke into a cry as Lapis’s lips wrapped around her toes, sucking reverently, while Amethyst dragged her tongue across the arch of her other foot, teeth scraping just enough to make her jolt.

Her back slammed against the support beam, head thrown back. “Oh—stars—”

Peridot laughed, a sharp, manic little sound. “Oh, this is priceless. Pearl, the pinnacle of composure, moaning because her feet are in someone’s mouth. What would your Diamond say, hmm?”

Pearl shook her head, cheeks blazing, trying to twist her ankles free but too overwhelmed to resist properly. Lapis’s tongue slid between her toes, Amethyst sucking hard at her heel, and the sounds spilling from her throat grew higher, more desperate.

Peridot tapped her stylus against the collar, each pulse making Pearl shudder harder. “Admit it,” she hissed, circling like a hawk. “Admit that you like being defiled like this. Admit you like being nothing.”

“I—I—” Pearl gasped, cut off as Amethyst nipped her instep and Lapis moaned into her toes. Her body shook, her pride breaking with each humiliating lick. “I like it!” she sobbed. “I like it—I like being nothing—”

Peridot crouched in front of her again, so small she had to tilt her head back to look into Pearl’s eyes. She pressed her foot against Pearl’s thigh, toes teasing up toward her trembling core. “Say it properly.”

Pearl’s tears streaked down her cheeks. “I’m nothing,” she whispered, broken. “I’m just your subject.”

Peridot’s grin sharpened to a knife’s edge. She tapped the collar again, harder, making Pearl cry out as the pulse rattled her bones. “Good girl,” she purred. “Now let them keep worshipping while I rewrite you.”

Pearl’s head thunked back against the beam, throat bared, breath tearing out of her in ragged bursts. Her toes curled helplessly as Lapis tongued between them, Amethyst sucking two at once with obscene, wet noises. Every lick, every scrape of teeth made her body twitch like she was wired to a current.

Peridot crouched close, one hand cupping Pearl’s flushed cheek, the other tapping her stylus against the collar in little jolts. Buzz, buzz, buzz. Each pulse made Pearl cry out, her voice climbing higher, fraying at the edges.

“Pathetic,” Peridot whispered, her grin sharp as glass. “Pearl the proud. Pearl the proper. Reduced to this.” She tilted her head, savoring the way tears glistened at the corners of Pearl’s eyes. “Moaning because filthy mouths are slobbering all over your precious dancer’s feet.”

Pearl tried to shake her head, lips trembling, but another buzz and another suck tore the truth from her throat. “Yes!” she sobbed. “I love it—I love being ruined—”

Peridot laughed, a manic little giggle, her thumb stroking Pearl’s wet cheek almost tenderly. “You love it because it means you don’t have to pretend anymore. All that poise, that perfection, gone.” She leaned in until her lips brushed Pearl’s ear. “All that’s left is my subject. My slut.”

Pearl’s whole body trembled. “Yes—your subject—your slut—”

Peridot smirked, straightening and tapping her stylus once more. The collar buzzed deep, making Pearl cry out as her ankles flexed against Lapis and Amethyst’s grip. They clung tighter, doubling their pace, tongues and lips covering every inch of her soles and arches.

Peridot clapped her hands once, sharp. “Subjects One and Two—switch.”

Amethyst instantly shoved her mouth over Pearl’s big toe, sucking hard enough to make Pearl squeal, while Lapis dragged her tongue in long, wet strokes across the arch of the other foot. They moaned against her skin, as if worshipping her humiliation turned them on just as much as her.

Pearl’s voice broke, high and raw. “Oh—oh stars—I can’t—I can’t—”

Peridot crouched low again, staring up into her eyes, glasses flashing. She pressed her palm between Pearl’s trembling thighs, not stroking yet, just there, a hot, humiliating reminder. “Confess properly,” she hissed. “Say you’re worthless without me. Say your perfect body was only made to kneel and be used.”

Pearl’s tears spilled over, her voice catching on a sob. “I’m worthless without you! My body—it’s just yours—it’s only meant to kneel—”

Peridot shoved two fingers hard against her clit through the thin barrier of slick that had pooled there, grinding in perfect rhythm with the buzzing collar. Pearl screamed, her thighs clamping around the small hand but not daring to close.

“Louder!” Peridot barked, her fingers relentless.

Pearl’s voice shattered. “I’m worthless! I’m just your toy! Your slut!”

The barn filled with her sobbing moans, the obscene wet sounds of Lapis and Amethyst devouring her feet, Peridot’s breathless giggle as she ground harder and harder until Pearl convulsed against the beam. Her release tore through her in a ragged scream, body jerking, tears streaking down her face as she collapsed into Peridot’s waiting hand.

Peridot pulled back slowly, slick coating her fingers. She lifted them to Pearl’s lips. “Clean.”

Pearl obeyed instantly, sucking Peridot’s fingers into her mouth, moaning as the taste hit her tongue.

Peridot beamed, manic triumph written all over her face. She turned to her other two subjects, their chins dripping with spit, still clutching Pearl’s ankles. “Subjects One and Two—Phase Seven trial complete. Subject Three broken.”

She climbed back onto her crate, tablet in one hand, stylus clicking furiously as she dictated notes, her other foot dangling down between Pearl’s heaving chest and slack mouth.

“Now worship,” she said idly, almost distracted, and Pearl bent instantly, kissing her toes with trembling reverence, Lapis and Amethyst joining her at either side, three Gems licking and moaning at the feet of their tiny green master.

Peridot leaned back, manic grin splitting her face, and whispered into the barn’s heavy air:

“Pearl—conditioned. Garnet next.”