AN: I decided to double post today. This next update is mostly new content. The original section was roughly 366 words. This redo is around 1500. So, there we go.

Anyway, the obligatory link to my story on Amazon falls below. At this point, i'm sure most people skip past it, but I set out to add it to every update this week, and intend to stay true to that!

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Galataea Crystallim Core: Collection 1 – This contains the first three episodes of the storyline. Making the Grade, Here, Fishy, Fishy. and Yes, Please No.

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Link: https://www.royalroad.com/amazon/B01LX7DSRP

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Hopefully I can continue to do that compared to how many others take stories down here in large amounts and leave only a few chapters. So long as I can receive enough support from fans, I can continue to do as I have been. If you like the story and want to contribute in that way, please purchase it on Amazon.

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Chapter 3.2: A Hard Nut to Crack?

Tera sat on the dark blue floor mat offered as the only furniture in her little holding cell. Hours of her precious life passed while she waited in that room. She knew not how long she'd been there, but the droning voice of the intercom continued without cessation throughout the entirety of her enclosure.

Cold, tired, and miserable, the Blazine hugged her legs and rested her chin atop her knees. The constant droning of the loudspeaker made her sleepy, but she refused to give in to its mechanical charms. Sleep was how they got a girl! While she was awake, she could fight the voice, but if she fell asleep it would directly assault her subconscious mind.

Hour after hour subjected to the constantly repeating bullshit that she hated, her life was hell. According to the hatefully monotone voice, she was supposed to love her master because master was always right. It, in a word, sucked.

The Blazine gave up attempting to ignore the words and sighed to herself. She folded her arms around her ample breasts and slowly shook her head. Her current way of life was a serious problem. Before the damned battle, she'd been on the fast track to freedom.

"A few more months," she said in a sad little way. In only a few more months she would have been free to walk away from the dangerous life of being part of a tamer's battle harem. She would have had enough money to start her own business. Now those dreams were completely wrecked. She was at the bottom of the citizenship heap again, nothing more than an educated slave.

The Blazine sighed loudly then allowed herself to fall over sideways. She rolled onto her back then stared at the ceiling. The shifting lights in the room caused ever changing patterns on the walls and ceiling. She knew from previous experience that gazing at the walls, or ceiling, for too long would slowly cause her to enter into a more suggestible frame of mind.

"I love my master. My master is right," stated the voice over the intercom system. There was nothing in the room to use as a means to reach the partially hidden intercom. Her powers did not work within the field effect of the room, and the same energy field greatly limited her natural strength. She barely possessed the power of a human woman blessed with a similar build. In short, she had about as much chance of leaping up and breaking the intercom with her fist as her previous master had of getting a clue.

Tera inserted her fingers into her ears, closed her eyes tight, and started singing, "La. La. La. Can't hear you. La. La. La." The voice did not concern itself with her antics. Pre-recorded soundtracks were obstinate in that regard.

The Blazine closed her eyes and thought about anything else that she could manage to think about, but the room continued its insidious work. It would leave its mark on her psyche in one way or another. She resisted heavily, but in the end her stay at Hotel Propaganda would leave a few telltale traces of her occupancy buried within the depths of her mind. Even now she contemplated simply giving in to the atmosphere. A nice relaxing nap was the sole option she possessed that would allow her to silence the stupid machine.

"Master is love. Master is all. Master takes care of me when I fall," droned the voice.

"Fuck off!" cried Tera while waving the back of one hand uselessly at the intercom.

"I love my master. In master's care, I thrive...." continued the voice without missing a beat.

Tears began to form along the edges of her eyes. She closed them tightly to shut out the ever shifting lights and patterns. The voice droned on without cessation and continued to assault her mind.

"I hate you master..." she said softly, while the hot tears started to fall. They slid hopelessly down her beautiful face to dribble uselessly onto the hard uncaring floor mat.

"Master is love. Master is life..."

Eventually, she fell into a fretful slumber. Almost instantly, she began to dream. In her dream she saw two people standing naked at the center of a beautiful forest glade. All manner of woodland creatures gathered round.

Unable to speak, Tera's consciousness could only watch as she bore witness to a loving couple. She was the one in the glade, and the other was her new master John.

"Are you ready to show your obedience?" asked John in a casually charming manner. He reached out and lightly caressed her cheek.

Tera's face became flush. "It's all I ever truly wanted..."

John lightly placed his hands to her shoulders and pressed down gently. "Then show me your devotion..."

Tera's eyes widened slightly. A certain adoring sparkle of light appeared within their depths. "Yes, gladly!" she announced in a breathless voice.

Tera's true self, her unspeaking conscious mind, railed against the scene. Still, she was forced to watch as Dream Tera lovingly knelt before her naked master.

"Master? May I please?" asked Dream Tera in a soft, hopeful, whisper.

"Who do you belong to, both body and soul?" asked Dream John in a casual manner.

Dream Tera's cheeks became flush with arousal even as her nipples stood erect in their desire. "You master. Everything I am belongs to you..."

"If you truly mean that, then begin," said Dream John, before flashing a warm charismatic smile.

Dream Tera's eyes began to sparkle once more. Soon, John's magnificent manhood became prominently reflected in her eyes. Nothing else in the world mattered to her now, save for pleasing the one who owned her both body and soul.

Slender fingers gently reached out and tenderly grasped the glory of her master. Dream sighed hotly against the tip of the thing she'd longed to hold for so long.

Tera's true mind railed against the scene of her dream self lovingly stroking her master's cock. Traitor! How dare she wrap her lips so lovingly around such a vile and miserable thing?

Dream Tera giggled lustily before cradling Dream John's manly ball sack. Her other hand held his shaft firmly, even as she lovingly caressed the length of his member with her tongue.

Eyes wide, her expression innocent yet filled with enthusiastic adoration, Dream Tera said, "You taste like the perfect happy ever after."

It was those ridiculous words that caused the ire to rise to full power within Tera's true mind. A scream echoed across the gorgeous mountain clearing. Neither of the dream images paid heed. They merely gazed at each other in bliss, a master and his pet.

Tera broke free of the dream, and awoke with a war cry erupting from her lips. "B-bullshit!" she screamed into the room even as she flailed one of her arms around spastically.

"Master is love..." said the droning mechanical voice.

She tried to point at the intercom with her non-flailing hand, but found that it refused to move. She looked down and saw to her horror that her fingers furiously stroked her soaking wet vagina. "This...?"

Tera fell back on the mat and moaned loudly. The sensations of her rapid finger movements against her aching slit caused her to gasp and writhe. All she could say at that moment was, "T-traitor!"

"Ahhhn!" cried Tera before slapping her free hand to her mouth. She cried hotly even as her fingers sent waves of pleasure flowing through her body.

"N-no..." she said after a moment, before finally achieving the willpower to pull her hand free of her thoroughly soaked crotch, "I refuse..."

Tera rested on the mat, the back of one arm pressed lightly to her forehead. "I didn't like it. I refuse to like it."

"I love my master..." droned the voice.

"H-hate you so much..." whispered Tera, even as she fought to keep her hand from snaking down toward her thighs. The arousal flooding her body was potent beyond belief. The image of giving herself so completely to a man filled her with strange desires.

The worst part was that she knew that they weren't lies. The propaganda reinforced a world-view, but the dream meant that she did want to give herself to someone completely. She'd been through this sort of conditioning before. There had never been a dream quite like that one. Though, she'd seen her dream-self offer herself to her last master as well.

"Not him..." she whispered, "Anyone but him."

"Master is love. Everything I am belongs to master..." droned the voice.

A memory from after the battle surfaced. Tera recalled the coldness in her new master's eyes as he stated her fate. There was no concern in them, no hint that he cared for her emotional state. He was the master and she would serve. Tera's salty tears fell just a little harder after that, even as the ache between her thighs grew more intense.

"Bastard..." she whimpered softly.

"I love my master..."