"Hello, my favorite patient," Froid greeted.
Froid's voice was high-pitched, nasally, and slimy all at the same time. He sat in a seat across from Sunder who was behind a laser cage, posture awkward, legs crossed, servos folded in his lap.
He watched Sunder through the shimmering cage of laser energy that separated them. The cage was mainly for show, of course. He could unlock Sunder's cage at any time. Sunder was still missing his eyes, with Froid wearing them around his neck disguised as a pair of Primal Beads.
Sunder was lying down on his berth, one leg crossed over the other. His feet were bare, so his pointy toes were on display. One of his servos was on his chestplate, while the other was on his stomach. Sunder had written'Mortilus' and 'The Death-Bringer' in fourteen dialects on the walls.
The mnemosurgeon's demeanor darkened when he heard the annoying voice of Froid. He sighed. In a dry voice, he responded, "Ah... hello, Froid... what brings you here this time?"
"Just checking up on my favorite patient. How have you been since our last session?" Froid asked.
Sunder groaned. He sat up on the berth and looked at Froid through the laser cage.
"Oh, you know..." He said with a dry tone. "... Same as usual. I've been feeling... bored. And... irritated too."
"Same as usual, right? I see..." Froid responded.
Sunder leaned back against the wall of his cell and shrugged.
"Yeah."
He paused for a moment.
"Actually, you know what? I have a question."
"Yes, Sunder?" Froid questioned.
Sunder sat up slightly and looked directly at Froid. His expression was serious.
"You know those optics you took from me, right? The ones you wear like a necklace?"
"Yes, these 'Primal Beads' that everyone thinks I wear," Froid said with air quotes. "What about them?"
Sunder leaned forward. His expression was still serious. He looked at the optics necklace hanging on Froid's neck with an intense stare.
"I have a... request."
"What is your request?" Froid asked as Sunder's sockets stared at him.
Sunder's expression remained serious as he said, "I want my optics back."
"I'm putting in an incredible amount of faith that you won't immediately use these against me," Froid responded as he took the optics necklace from around his neck cables and placed them in Sunder's outstretched servo.
Sunder nodded. His gaze softened slightly as he accepted the optic necklace from Froid. He held it in his servos, feeling the weight of it. The edges of his mouth curled up into a slight smirk.
"Thank you, Froid. You're too kind."
Froid watched as Sunder screwed his optics into his sockets.
Sunder's optics flicked on. His irises gleamed with a soft blue light. His gaze was... intense. He looked directly at Froid, studying his expression. A small smile appeared on his face.
"I forgot what it feels like to see again."
"I know I'm not exactly much to look at," Froid responded. "But I think you should at least be allowed to look at me directly while we talk."
Sunder chuckled softly, amused by Froid's words.
"You're right... it's better this way."
He studied Froid intently with his icy blue optics, taking in the psychiatrist's appearance. He seemed to be sizing him up, analyzing his every feature.
Froid was a lanky bot with a predominantly blue, white, and gray color scheme. His optics were yellow. His grey respirator produced his nasally and raspy voice, as well as the mechanical breathing that made his words sound even slimier. The top of his white helm featured a blue fin. The chest area was white with a yellow rectangular section in the center, and the midsection was gray with segmented armor plating. His arms are long and thin, with blue and white sections, ending in claw-like servos.
Sunder was quiet for a moment as he continued to look at Froid, his icy blue optics studying him closely. He then spoke, his voice cold, calculating.
"You know, Froid, there's something about you that has always puzzled me."
"And that is, Sunder?" Froid questioned.
Sunder leaned back against the berth, crossing his servos.
"You, Froid, are a peculiar little bot."
He paused for a moment, his gaze never leaving the psychiatrist.
"You seem to thrive in the presence of dangerous individuals. Why is that?"
"Truth be told, being in the presence of dangerous individuals sends a certain electrical surge through my circuits," Froid chuckled. "I hope that is not inappropriate of me to say."
Sunder raised an optical ridge in mild intrigue, a small smirk on his face.
"And why exactly does that 'electrical surge' happen, Froid? Is it a thrill? A rush?"
"A rush," Froid admitted.
Sunder chuckled, amused. His gaze never left Froid.
"You know, Froid, I've seen many psychiatrists over the course of my life. But you, you are different. You're...fascinating."
"And you're the most fascinating bot I know," Froid responded.
Sunder's smirk widened, his gaze now more intense. He leaned forward slightly.
"Is that right? What makes me so fascinating, Froid? Is it my background as a mnemosurgeon? My reputation as a 'killer?'"
"I needed to know why a world-class mnemosurgeon would go on a killing spree."
Sunder sighed and leaned back in the berth, his gaze drifting off for a moment. His smirk faded, replaced by a more thoughtful expression.
"I suppose that's a valid question. But I doubt that's the only reason why you find me fascinating."
He looked back at Froid, his gaze still intense, but with a hint of curiosity.
"That is correct, there is another reason," Froid responded.
Sunder's interest piqued at Froid's words. He leaned forward once again, his gaze still intense.
"Oh? Do tell, Froid. I'm very curious."
Froid responded, "You're a figure of immense power. You believe yourself to be a vessel of Mortilus. You are a god."
Sunder's smirk returned, his expression filled with arrogance.
"Yes, I do believe that. Because it's true. Mortilus has graced me with his power."
He raised an optical ridge, a hint of challenge in his optics.
"Does that scare you, Froid? Knowing that you're in the presence of a god?"
Froid responded, "Scared? Why would I be scared? I'm enraptured."
Sunder chuckled, his smirk becoming more amused.
"Enraptured? That's a strong word, Froid. But I must say... I rather like the sound of it."
He leaned forward even more, his gaze still locked on Froid.
"And you, my dear doctor... you are strangely unafraid. Most would tremble in fear before a god. Yet, you seem intrigued, even enthralled."
"When I bow before you, it won't be because I'm afraid."
Sunder's smirk grew wider, his optics glinting with a hint of satisfaction.
"Oh, so you'd bow before me then, Froid? Not out of fear, but...reverence?"
"Yes," Froid responded. "Lord Mortilus."
Sunder's smirk gave way to a satisfied smile. He leaned back in the berth, looking almost... pleased. He seemed to relish the title.
"Lord Mortilus. Yes, I like the sound of that."
He crossed his legs, leaning an elbow on his knee.
"You truly do show respect, Froid. I admire that."
"May I have the honor of entering your cell, Lord Mortilus?" Froid asked.
Sunder considered his question for a moment, studying Froid's demeanor. Then, he responded with a smirk.
"You may, Froid. Come closer."
Froid deactivated the laser bars to Sunder's cage, entered, then reactivated the laser bars. Froid came closer and kneeled at the foot of the berth.
Sunder watched as Froid entered his cage and kneeled before him. His smirk widened, his blue optics studying the psychiatrist.
"So you kneel before me, Froid. How...reverently of you."
Sunder's voice was almost mocking, yet there was a hint of genuine satisfaction in it.
"Yes, Lord Mortilus," Froid said as he bowed his helm.
Sunder chuckled, clearly enjoying the show of devotion. He leaned forward, his expression a mix of amused and intrigued.
"You know, Froid... I have to admit, I've never had anyone kneel before me like this before."
He chuckled again, his icy blue optics fixed on the psychiatrist.
"But I must say, I rather like it. You look positively...submissive, Froid."
"Thank you, Lord Mortilus," Froid said. "I am glad my submission pleases you."
Sunder chuckled once more, his smirk still present. He found this whole situation rather amusing.
"Oh, it does please me, Froid. You have no idea."
He leaned back against the berth, his optics still fixed on the psychiatrist. He paused for a moment, then spoke again, his tone more calculated, almost scheming.
"You know, Froid... I could use a devoted follower. Someone who would do anything for their god."
A shudder of unease went through Froid's circuitry as Sunder said that.
"Yes, Lord Mortilus?" Froid questioned.
Sunder's smirk grew wider at the sight of Froid's unease, his tone becoming almost... sinister.
"Oh, you heard correctly, Froid. I could use a devoted follower. One who would do anything I ask."
He paused for a moment, letting the words sink in. His gaze was almost predatory.
"And you, Froid... you seem desperate to please. To show me your devotion."
As Sunder gazed at Froid, Froid could feel him in his processor. Remote mnemosurgery. Froid's optics flickered.
Sunder's smirk remained as he felt his remote mnemosurgery at work. He was already deep inside Froid's mind, gently probing and manipulating his thoughts and emotions. He could feel the psychiatrist's unease, his devotion, his eagerness to please.
Sunder used his remote mnemosurgery to probe deeper into Froid's mind, searching for something, searching for anything, that he could exploit.
Sunder delved deeper into Froid's mind. He sifted through his memories, his thoughts, his fears and desires. Then, he found it - a suppressed, deviant fetish that the psychiatrist didn't even recognize himself:
Podophilia. The obsession with pedes.
"N-No, please," Froid pleaded but Sunder used his remote mnemosurgery to strengthen the neural pathways and electrical impulses.
Sunder chuckled coldly at Froid's pleas. He continued to strengthen the neural pathways and electrical impulses, the obsession with podophilia becoming stronger.
"Oh, but you asked earlier, Froid. What was that about an 'electrical surge' you felt in my presence?"
He smirked, his tone becoming almost malicious.
"Well, I'm about to show you, my dear, devoted follower."
Froid realized the electrical surge that he felt in Sunder's presence was an overload that was now building up in his modesty panel.
Sunder could sense the electrical surge building up in Froid's modesty panel and it amused him. He continued to delve into the psychiatrist's mind, manipulating the neural pathways to increase the pleasure even more. He was relentless, determined to make Froid his devoted, submissive thrall.
He smirked, his optics glinting. Then, he spoke, his voice calculated, almost commanding.
"So, Froid. How do you feel?"
Froid was already leaking lubricant through his modesty panel.
"I'm enraptured. Please, may I have the honor of worshipping you?" Froid asked.
Sunder chuckled with satisfaction, his optics glinting. He leaned back, his smirk still present. Then, he responded, his voice commanding and arrogant, yet also filled with a hint of satisfaction.
"Worship me? You wish to worship me? I must say, Froid, you are a most devoted follower."
He paused, his smirk growing wider.
"But there is something you need to do first. Something I require of you, my dear, submissive thrall."
"Yes, my lord?" Froid asked.
Sunder's smirk grew wider as he looked deep into Froid's optics.
"You claim to worship me, Froid. Your lord and god. That is something I appreciate, but I require more than just words. I require actions."
He paused for a moment, his gaze becoming almost predatory.
"You see, Froid. I have a special request. An act of devotion. Are you willing to do what it takes to show your complete submission?"
An Act of Devotion was the fourth act to Conjunx Endura. That sounded like a deep commitment.
"Yes, my lord, I'm willing to do whatever it takes to show my complete submission," Froid responded anyway.
Sunder's smirk became even wider at Froid's response. He could feel the psychiatrist's complete devotion, his eagerness to please. It was... satisfying.
"That's what I like to hear, Froid. That's what I want to hear from my thrall."
He paused for a moment, his gaze unblinking.
"Now listen carefully, my dear. There is a special act of devotion I require from you. One that will demonstrate your complete submission to me."
"Yes, my lord," Froid responded as he listened carefully.
Sunder took a moment to relish in Froid's obedience. He could feel the psychiatrist's complete submission, the electric surge of devotion crackling through his processors.
"Good," he said, his voice almost smooth, like silk. "I want you to show your devotion to me in a special way. I want you to kiss my pedes. To show your complete submission to your god."
Froid lowered his helm and kissed the tops of Sunder's pedes.
Sunder let out a small, satisfied grunt as he felt Froid's mouthpiece on his pedes. It was a gratifying feeling, to have someone so completely, willingly devoted to him. He could also feel the psychiatrist's podophilia growing stronger with each kiss.
"Good," he murmured, his voice soft yet commanding. "Very, very good, my dear Froid. You are truly a devoted follower. Keep worshipping me, my thrall."
As Froid kissed his way up the tops of Sunder's pedes, the serial killer could only smirk. He relished the devotion, the submission. He could feel the podophilia growing even stronger in the psychiatrist, his mind completely subjugated to his will.
"Keep going," he murmured, his voice smooth and commanding. "Show your complete submission."
"Yessss, my lord," Froid was drooling heavily into his grey respirator, causing his already nasally, raspy voice to develop a lisp as he responded.
Sunder let out a small chuckle at Froid's response, his optics glinting.
"You're starting to develop a lisp, my beloved thrall," he said, his voice almost mocking, yet his tone was still commanding. "How delightful. It shows just how thoroughly subjugated you are to me, your god and lord."
He paused for a moment, taking in the sight of Froid's drooling, nasally voice. "Continue. Keep worshipping me, my dear Froid."
Froid continued worshipping Sunder's pedes. The new lisp suited the psychiatrist's current state of mind perfectly, Sunder subjugating him into a simple-minded sycophant.
Sunder could feel the psychiatrist's mind becoming more and more simple, more and more submissive. He relished in the power, the complete devotion he had over Froid. He could see the drool slowly beginning to puddle on the floor in front of him, and he chuckled.
"Look at you," he sneered. "Drooling mess over worshipping me. Such a devoted little thrall."
"Ffforgive me, lllord," Froid groveled with his helm bowed low to the floor.
Sunder chuckled as he watched Froid grovel before him, his helm bowed low to the floor. He could feel the psychiatrist's servos trembling, his mind completely subjugated to his will.
"There's nothing to forgive, my dear. Your devotion to me is... admirable. But it does please me to see you so completely subjugated, so completely submissive."
He leaned forward, his smirk growing wider.
"Now, my beloved thrall, there's one more request I have of you."
"Yesss, my lord?" Froid asked.
Sunder couldn't help but be pleased by the sight before him. Froid, once a highly intelligent psychiatrist, had now devolved into a drooling, subservient thrall.
Sunder's smirk grew even wider as he watched Froid kneel before him, drooling and desperate to please. It was a power trip, to see someone so intelligent, so respected, reduced to such a simple-minded, submissive state.
"You remember how I mentioned electrical surges, right, Froid?" he asked, his voice almost sweet, but with a hint of dark amusement.
"Yesss, my lord," Froid responded with a nod.
Sunder smirked, his optics narrowing slightly as he looked down at the psychiatrist.
"Well, my thrall, I'm about to give you one of those. But it'll be no simple electrical surge. This one will be far, far deeper, far more intense."
He paused for a moment, letting the words sink in. Then, he spoke again, his tone almost malicious, yet still commanding.
"Are you ready, my dear?"
"Yesss, my lord," Froid responded as his helm bobbed up and down in a nod.
Sunder smirked, his optics glimmering as he prepared to plunge Froid deep into an overload through remote, touch-free mnemosurgery.
"You're about to experience something you've never felt before, my dear Froid."
He then plunged his remote mnemosurgery into the psychiatrist's mind once more, using his powers to increase the electrical impulses, and stimulate nerve that never would have been touched by simple physical touch.
As Sunder increased the electrical impulses and stimulated every nerve, it was like every circuit in Froid's body was firing simultaneously. Froid had a remote, touch-free overload as his modesty panel flooded with transfluid that leaked out, mixing with the puddle of drool on the floor in front of him.
As Froid had a touch-free overload, his entire body trembling under the assault of the electrical impulses, his circuits firing off in every direction, his voice crackling and stuttering, his systems overheating, his vision blurring, his sensors overloaded, his systems frying, his vocalizer malfunctioned, his processor shorting out, and finally, his optics glazing over, completely submissive to his lord and master, his owner.
Sunder took a moment to relish the sight before him. The psychiatrist, once so intelligent, so respected, now reduced to a babbling, drooling mess on the floor, completely overwhelmed by the touch-free overload.
He smirked, his optics twinkling. He had completely subjugated Froid through remote touch-free mnemosurgery. The power trip was... enjoyable, to say the least. He finally had a devoted thrall.