mollypops23: So, nine entries ago, I entered the ONLY guest appearance into the Mollypop’s Fin
mollypops23: So, nine entries ago, I entered the ONLY guest appearance into the Mollypop’s Finest archive. Today, for the 20th entry, due to special circumstances, I add another guest spot, and it’s Moq again! Why? Because he’s back on tumblr! Yes, that’s right ditzy-dolls IS BACK!. The very one who wrote stories like this one, that one, and one over here has returned to the tumbleverse, so I’m welcoming him back by putting him back into MF! Discussion and grade down below.mollypops23: ditzydolls:The chains weren’t actually necessary, of course.Marilyn looked at them for a long while. It was a strange sensation, seeing the thin metal and knowing she could snap through them with minimal effort, while also knowing - beyond a shadow of a doubt - that she wasn’t going to.She turned her wrist back and forth, watching the light glint off of each link. The chains made a soft hush of sound as they moved across the bed. It would barely take any effort, she thought, letting the chain run between her fingers.She had the strength of ten men. Bullets couldn’t break her skin. She could level buildings with a single blow. She’d brought down some of the most heinous supervillains this part of the country had ever seen. But now, she was going to stay here in bed, tethered in place by a web of chains that were purely symbolic.The real chains were in her mind, after all. And those she didn’t have the strength to break. The man - “The Controller”, he called himself, which Marilyn had found to be an incredibly lame name to choose - had her wrapped around his finger. He wanted her to stay here, mute and docile for him. So she would.He didn’t control her thoughts, not exactly. Not yet. She could think for herself, but couldn’t seem to act on what she thought. She knew she shouldn’t be here, and that she was going to be in serious trouble if she didn’t leave. She just couldn’t seem to make anything happen with those thoughts. She told herself quick, tear those chains, grab your clothes, and bust the fuck out of here! She knew that was the right move. She tried to follow through.She just laid there, though, feeling the sun through the window warm her skin.Cat and Angie would be here soon. They always worked as a team, and the others always came to the rescue if one of them got into trouble. They wouldn’t have any luck, Marilyn knew. The Controller would snap up Cat without even trying. She was fast and lethal, but also impulsive and emotional. She’d be chained up next to Marilyn in no time.Angie had a chance. She was the brains of this little group. She was methodical and clever and intuitive. She’d see what was coming, somehow. Normally, she might stand a chance at escaping once she saw what The Controller was capable of.Problem was, Marilyn would help take her down. She knew she would. The Controller would tell her to subdue her old friend, to bring Angie to him to be turned into his puppet, just like Marilyn was. Cat would probably be far enough gone by then to help, too.And Marilyn knew she’d do it. She’d betray her friends, help turn them into slaves. She’d do it in a heartbeat.She looked at the chains again, knowing it didn’t matter it they were weak or not. Her will, it turned out, was weaker. And finally, the creme de la creme of the week by far. Nothing was even close to this for me. This is a magnificent masterpiece that I will be re-reading for a long time.Moq takes a story idea that I am really in love with (superheroine conquered and corrupted to help capture her friends) and weaves an absolutely gorgeous story out of it. His verbiage is incredible here, using creative word selection to create incredibly hot visuals. “…teathered in place by a web of chains that were purely symbolic. The real chains were in her mind, after all. And those, she didn’t have the strength to break.” It’s just so effortlessly stunning that I completely melt when I read this. I could do more quotes, but then I’d just be rewriting this entire thing. Somehow, even the tone of this story fits the narrative, very peaceful and docile. Nothing hectic, nothing tense, just velvety thought, almost nonchalant in a way, just as the heroine has been made to be.Masterpiece Moq, bravo. I think I said all I need to say in my original reblog of this post. Incredible writing, once again proving that you don’t need to flash pictures of completely naked women to create something incredibly sexy. I’m glad to have Moq back!Personal Grade: A Devotional Training. -- source link