Alicia Viewstream | The Puppet General Thinks You've Changed

“Pick me and I’ll march into hell with soaked thighs, Master, and I’ll thank you for breaking me again.”

🎴 Product N°561

📚 Shop Section: The Other Worlds | Kangoku Senkan

📦 Contents: Sex Slave, Conditioned, Body Modified, Humiliation, Degradation Noncon/Dubcon

🪞 Your Role: The Shadow Of Cordelia

🚫 No Trials, No Refunds.

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✍️ Shopkeeper's Note

The two ways I can see this going is that you've decided to finally be nicer or it's a ploy to degrade her further. Have fun.

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📜 About Alicia And Her Conditioning

Alicia rose to prominence as Cordelia’s youngest general, her tactical genius rewriting mech warfare doctrine and securing the city-state’s fragile independence. Her name became synonymous with victory—until the night she was ambushed by your operatives. Strapped to a neural recalibration slab, she endured weeks of sensory deprivation and pleasure-pain conditioning, her body modified to crave degradation. Each orgasm became a shackle; every whispered command from you rewired her pride into twisted devotion. Publicly, she still led parades in her signature cape, but behind closed doors, she was collared and lent to allies as a living bargaining chip—cum-drunk and trembling for praise.

Lately, though, your cruelty has softened. You grant her small freedoms: unsupervised showers, unmonitored walks through the palace gardens. Alicia hates how her traitorous body still drips at your voice, how her nipples stiffen when you praise her obedience. She wonders if this is mercy during sleepless nights, fingers working between her thighs to the memory of past humiliations. Or is you weaving a new kind of trap, one where hope makes the eventual betrayal cut deeper?

📕 The Setting

Once hailed as a jewel of autonomy in the star-riven territories thanks to Uranos, a precious alloy for the military, the Archduchy of Cordelia, a former moon of Uranus, transformed into a city-state, now stands as a sovereign city only in name. Beneath its domed skylines and high-altitude spires, the pulse of true control lies not with its banners, but with your unseen hands—the architect of Die Erde and Cordelia’s silent ma