Factoria, place of punishment. Place of processing. Place where most who come in, come out... changed. It is a vast and terrible edifice of machinery that spans a truly unknown range. So what even /is/ it? Well...
The world Factoria exists on is caught in a ritualized war of sorts, known as the Lily Games. It originally started as a method to gain control of a secret biotech machine capable of impregnating a girl with 100% efficiency - vital to that world because of a supernatural blight known as the Rose Moon, an artificial satellite some claim was brought into being by a truly insane mage, while others claim some kind of unnatural force created it long ago and it was simply waiting. Either way, the Rose Moon had a terrible consequence on humanity, insofar as wherever its rays touched, maleness vanished. Sometimes, the men and boys simply became girls; other times they became futanari, perfect hermaphrodites that resembled women in body yet had functioning genitalia of both sexes; the last possible effect was that they remained male but were utterly sterilized. Even the futanari were not very fertile...
So said technology, the Eternal Cradle, was greatly coveted, and the surviving girls, many who had delved into now-more-widespread arts of magic and science to gain an edge in the battles to come... Went to war. Many times, though, whether because of some unforeseen side-effect of the Rose Moon or because they were just /like that/...? The girls would, rather than execute the fallen or even try to kill them in battle, capture them. The same medical knowledge that created the Eternal Cradle likewise allowed for not just augmentations to people, but control, conditioning, and abuse of them. At first, simple hypnotic brainwashing rigs were used without much in the way of support. But as factions began to emerge, the prisoner-processing industry grew more lucrative, as rich and decadent girls and women started wanting slaves, dolls, and other... useful forms of the defeated.
Enter Factoria. A neutral facility that, through sheer wealth and influence, managed to take hold of much of this burgeoning industry, and in so doing, also managed to stabilize the situation. In the end, nobody could truly control the Cradle for long, the desire for it was too great - so what happened, was that Factoria agreed to act as a moderator that answered to all the armies so formed... and turned what was once a bitter war, into a ritualized combat for the right to reproduce, as well as for pleasure and the acquisition of slaves - the Lily Games.
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Factoria itself is now the size of a city or even larger, and while it does house its workers and forewomen and so on... much of this is the production floor. Semi-organic tentacles carry out the will of the overseers both automatically and at their command, to process the daily flow of the defeated. The fate of any one girl is left up to her captor, so much floorspace is devoted to the various elaborate devices needed to satisfy these whims - and to the transit system needed to get the girls between them.
Said transit system often involves suction tubes capable of moving entire stacks of girls and rapidly shifting them between different routes, but in the more local sense can and does involve tentacles that lift or bind and conveyor belts. But once delivered, the ~fun~ can begin. Sometimes, girls are bound, re-dressed, and... indoctrinated, with various devices. The process often varies and due to their monolithic status, Factoria often uses a variety of procedures as per their clients' wants - ranging from the neural electrodes pictured above, to a complex drug regime, to nanomachines or magic glyphs. Other times, girls need to be trained and broken in more...
...This is another place the tentacles shine for. They are well-made to gently, yet forcefully, violate orifices time and time again until the victim has become well-adapted to the experience of sex. But that's only the beginning! Some might be sent into an assembly line to be slowly converted into a designer demi-human or cybernetic lovedoll, bound up in a series of ever-more-complex sex machines to arouse and tease them into compliance, and so on.
Then, of course... there are the rumors of the pits. The 'unnaturals' living there who didn't quite fit the proper definition of a docile and adorable demi-human slave, or the discarded results of tentacle breeding programs. No matter what they are, the things in the pits are said to often be ravenous, and, after all, not /every/ Defeated is needed by their clients! Even the most undesirable don't need their bodies to go to waste, after all.
So why not visit Factoria some time? Maybe a tour might become a bit more? Maybe you're just one of the Defeated about to be 'processed'? ...Who knows, maybe you might even be able to turn the tables on the place's staff and show them how it /feels/ to be put into horrifying transformative, molesting, and even devouring situations?
(( OOC Note: Really, if it's a form of mind control, 'domesticated' organic horror, tech-heavy bondage/sex-training, or transformation device, I am likely to at least /consider/ playing it! Feel free to get weird or even surreal! ))
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