The Mothering

[HoodedRat757]

Teaser: Teaser: Will felt his breath catch in his throat as he took in their
appearance. They were the typical height and build of Sentinels at around 5'8 or 5'9 with slim
athletic hourglass figures. Like most of the Sentinels Will had seen in his life they wore the
skimpy police officer outfits with cleavage, midriff and short skirts that revealed so much of their
figures along with those signature knee high black leather boots. You couldn't let any of this fool
you though. The Sentinels might not look like they'd pose much of a threat physically but the
sheer power of the cybernetic implants they possessed made resistance pretty much
impossible.
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Index:

• Chapter 1
• Chapter 2
• Chapter 3

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A lot of this is going to straddle a line between non-con, coercion via power dynamics and mind control. Also there'll be a bit of buildup etc, etc!
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The Mothering

I

Will cursed to himself, the desperation of his situation nurtured the growing panic inside of him,
try as he might to kill it. A press of a button and the steel curtain covering his bedroom window
slid away. It was a rainy, foggy Saturday morning but from the 15th floor of his apartment home
complex Will could still unmistakably make out the unmarked, steel grey van parking outside the
complex on the street as being a Sentinel Paddy Wagon. They could only be here for him. He
glanced over at his built in Siratech Interface for the time. 7:00 | 10/15/2200.

It'd been 12 hours since the argument with his parents that had led to his current predicament.
"Heresy! I won't suffer it under my roof from any son of mine!" his father had screamed, an
unhinged stare in eyes as his mother sobbed uncontrollably, head in hands. His father had
sealed Will's fate, making the call to the relevant authorities, his mother insisting it was for his
own good and his only hope of redemption. Will had shut himself in his room and hadn't left
since. He knew the futility of his situation. There was no hope of cooling his parent's ire at his
questioning of sacred cows or of evading the Sentinels. The nano cybernetic implant that all
citizens of the Ecstatic Union received at birth made sure of that much.

Will glanced over to the Interface again. 7:08 now. He pressed a button on his room remote and
the Interface became a mirror, reflecting the face of a doomed 18 year old Caucasian man with
dark medium length hair, hazel eyes and the distraught expression of a sleepless night on his
face. Will was 5'11 in height and a slim athletic build accentuated by the almost skintight
standard civilian tunic and boots he was wearing. His parents had confiscated his cyberpad two
days ago so there was little to do but wait.

7:13 now and the inevitable buzzing of the intercom at the main door finally came as he knew it
would. The soft yet authoritative voice of a (seemingly) young woman was heard "Mr and Mrs
Zan? This is Mother Irena and Mother Ayla of the Iris City Sentinel Collection Squad. We
understand you have serious concerns for the mental wellbeing of your 18 year old son Will and
we're here for his relocation to the local Mothering Facility. You can let us in. There's absolutely
nothing to be afraid of." The firm kindness of Mother Irena's tone of voice was a textbook
example of the unique maternal programming that Sentinels had drilled into them.

Will could hear the sound of his mother and father triggering the apartment door to open, his
mother's hysterical blabbering as she thanked the Sentinels, praised the Divine Ecstasy and
pleaded with them to save Will from himself, his father insisting to them that they'd never raised
him this way. He could hear them consoling his mother momentarily before the footsteps drew
unmistakably to the outside of his room. "Will?" Mother Irena called in that same caring voice.
"This is Mother Irena. Mother Ayla and myself are here because we're very concerned about
you, as are your parents." Shaking, Will forced himself to keep quiet.

"Listen Will." A second voice, slightly lower in pitch than Mother Irena's but in that same
empathetic tone that could only belong to Mother Ayla, began. "You don't need to suffer
anymore. Whatever's going on, we're going to be taking you somewhere where you'll be
rehabilitated. There's nothing to be afraid of, we promise."

"GO AWAY!" Will suddenly couldn't contain himself anymore. "ALL I'VE DONE IS ASKED
QUESTIONS! I DON'T DESERVE TO BE TREATED LIKE A DEVIANT!" he exploded. Will heard
his mother's sobs erupt again. "Please listen to me Will." Mother Irena began again, ignoring his
outburst. "We have the power to open this door at anytime but you've got a chance to do the
right thing and open it yourself. Can you do that for us?" Will simply kept silent knowing it was
hopeless. Sentinels had the necessary cybernetic implants to open just about any door in Iris
City, Will knew Mother Irena wasn't bluffing. Still, he was going to resist with whatever small of
defiance that he could, however pointless.

A moment later the door opened. Ever since he secretly began questioning the teachings of the
Ecstatic Union around a year ago, Will had steadily grown to hate the stupefying affect that the
beauty of the Sentinels had on him alongside pretty much every other male and Mother Irena
and Mother Ayla were no exception. Will felt his breath catch in his throat as he took in their
appearance. They were the typical height and build of Sentinels at around 5'8 or 5'9 with slim
athletic hourglass figures. Like most of the Sentinels Will had seen in his life they wore the
skimpy police officer outfits with cleavage, midriff and short skirts that revealed so much of their
figures along with those signature knee high black leather boots. You couldn't let any of this fool
you though. The Sentinels might not look like they'd pose much of a threat physically but the
sheer power of the cybernetic implants they possessed made resistance pretty much
impossible.

Mother Irena had green eyes and wavy brunette hair down to her shoulders, Mother Ayla had
blue eyes and straight blonde medium length hair. Both wore the signature caps of the Iris City
Sentinel Collections Department with the I.C.S.C.D initials on them. The beauty of their faces
had that hypnotic quality that all Sentinels had, a beauty frozen in time with anti aging
technology that would keep them in their prime and immortal. Mother Irena and Mother Ayla
both looked to only be in their early 20s but they could easily be 60 for all Will knew. To be
chosen to be a Sentinel was pretty much the highest honour imaginable for a young woman
anywhere in the Ecstatic Union. Only the most beautiful and capable were ever given the
privilege.

Will forced himself to try and recover some of his composure. "Y-you can't just take me away..."
He stuttered out, looking Mother Irena in the eyes. "T-this is bullshit, I deserve a chance to
explain and defend myself!" he yelled, raising his hands as he felt the agitation overpowering
him. Mother Irena's sympathetic expression did not change even as Will raised his hands but
the emerald green of her eyes began to glow unnaturally bright. "Oh no, oh no...She's glowering
me. C-can't l-let her..." Before he could stop it, Will couldn't keep his thoughts together as his
entire mental state was overridden with the most dominating calmness he'd ever experienced.
He'd learnt via the Cyberpad how Sentinels had implants that gave them the power to calm and
control a person effortlessly, now he was experiencing it firsthand.

The next thing Will knew, a soft feminine hand gripped each of his. He didn't remember seeing
either of the Sentinels walk across the room and yet there they were, on either side of him
holding his hands. "Concentrate on my voice Will." Mother Irena said calmly. "It's time to come
with us." Completely hypnotized, the notion of disobedience never even entered Will's thoughts.
He was vaguely aware of his mother sobbing as the two Sentinels led him out of his room, of
Mother Ayla giving her some kind words of reassurance as they said goodbye at the door of his
home apartment.

The ride in the lift to the bottom of the apartment complex was completely lost to Will in his
trance. It wasn't until he was loaded in the back of the paddy wagon and it was already moving
towards their destination, the monotone grey of the van's interior no less bleak than the exterior
that he began to remember himself again. Mother Irena and Mother Ayla sat in the wagon within
him. Through the narrow window on the wall between the paddy wagon and front car seats Will
could see the van making its automated journey.

"Don't try to resist again Will." Mother Ayla placed her hand on top of his, clearly sensing his
return to awareness. "Not like it'd do me any good would it now..." Will muttered resentfully.
"Don't be like this Will." Mother Irena chided him. "You're going somewhere very good for you
where you'll be surrounded by women who know what's best for you." Will didn't
reply. He looked at the front van window and could make out the surroundings of Iris Harbour.
"They're taking me to onto one of the cruise ships..." The realization hit in with a rotten sense of
despair.

A moment later, Will could feel the undercarriage of the van adapting into amphibious mode,
confirming his worst fears beyond a doubt. "It's time for you to get changed Will." Mother Irena
said in that same soft tone that brooked absolutely no dissent. Mother Ayla triggered one of the
draws within the paddy wagon to open and handed Will a bag. Will fished the clothes out from
the bag "W-what is this...Y-you can't seriously expect me to wear this..." The t-shirt and pajamas
pants in his hands were correct in terms of sizing but utterly childish in terms of design. The
forget-me-not blue t shirt was covered in cartoon cars whilst the navy blue pajama pants had
Panda faces all over them. "They're going to have to reach the little boy inside of you if they're
going to heal you and put you on the right path at the Mothering Facility Will." Mother Ayla said.
Will's cheeks flushed red but he knew he had no leverage. He stripped off his clothes, the
burning of his cheeks reaching peak intensity as he slid his underwear off. Both of the Mother's
observed his body and Mother Ayla made notes on her Cyberpad but neither showed any sign
of amusement or awkwardness at the sight of his nude body. Will quickly put the Facility clothing
on and sat down, feeling utterly humiliated and wishing he'd never been born.

The morning fog was still stubbornly persisting on water as it was on land but it had weakened
enough that Will could see the enormous white cruise ship that had to be his new prison come
into view. White in colour and windowless save for the bridge which towered above the rest of it,
the sleek contours emphasized the incredible length of the ship. It had to be 500 metres long
Will thought and comparatively narrow in width. Powered by AI controlled systems, it hovered
above the waters by roughly 5 metres. The lack of windows on the body of the ship made it hard
for Will to know how many floors it contained but it had to be at least 30. "Must be a lot of
dissenting young men on there..." He thought to himself.

"The EUS Ophelia will be your salvation Will." Mother Irena said, noticing his focus on the ship.
Without another word both she and Mother Ayla took one of his hands in theirs. He was past the
point of resisting. The amphibious van reached the cruise ship a minute later and began it's
ascent up to the docking bay. A minute later the van door opened, revealing the deck of the
Ophelia. An absolutely radiant looked Sentinel in a skimpy navy outfit just a little too tight for her
hourglass figure with curly red hair, porcelain skin and blue eyes was standing there to greet
them.

"Senior Mother Talia!" Mother Irena and Mother Ayla both exclaimed as they saluted in unison.
"You've done well, girls. I can take young Will from here. Senior Mother Talia looked like a
college girl and had the tone of voice of one but the fact she was a Senior Mother meant that
she had to be at least 100 years old. Will had done a fair bit of research on Mothering Facilities
in the last year perhaps knowing on some level that it was only a matter of time before he ended
up in one. He knew that the Senior Mother's in particular weren't to be trifled with however kind
they could be when they wanted to. Will knew that Fathering Facilities for "troubled" young
women also existed but he hadn't dedicated much time to learning about them.

Mother Irena and Mother Ayla released Will's hands from their soft grip and bowed. As they
turned to leave Mother Irena paused and whispered in Will's ear "Senior Mother Talia must be
really intrigued by you Will. She doesn't come up to collect every troubled young man we drop
off up here. Please do what's right for yourself and remember what Mother Ayla and I have said
to you." She gave Will's hair a motherly brush with her hand and she and Mother Ayla departed
for the van without another word.

Smiling warmly at him, Senior Mother Talia placed an arm around his waist. "Come along
Will...I've read so much about you and I'm confident you're going to achieve great things here
during your time on the EUS Ophelia. Let me show you to your cell..."
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Feedback welcome!

[HoodedRat757]

Edit: Duplicate post.

[HoodedRat757]

Think the formatting got messed up copying this off my smartphone. Will fix that later.

[LaLia]

Think the formatting got messed up copying this off my smartphone. Will fix that later.

The tags are also missing; at least the mandatory ones.

[SoftGameHunter]

It looks like your phone did you no favors. The second post has all the messages and structure and a duplicate story. And as LaLia noted, there are mandatory tags missing. When you get the chance, please do fix all that.

As for the story, I'm intrigued by where this could be going, so don't leave us in suspense too long please!

[HoodedRat757]

II

As the door to the facility check-in desk slid open, Will managed to catch a flashing glimpse of boredom on the face of the stunning blonde receptionist Sentinel operating it. “Ah, Senior Mother Talia!” she saluted with vigor, possibly embarrassed at being caught out in her apparent lack of enthusiasm. “Mother Lia! Been on the night shift again? The sacrifice you make for our young men doesn’t go unnoticed!” Senior Mother Talia didn’t miss a trick and was quick to assuage the self esteem of the lower ranked Sentinel. “Y-yes Senior Mother, you’re too kind…” She looked at Will with a smile. “I take it this precious young man requires checking in? What name should I be looking for?” Before Will could even think about giving his name the Senior Mother beat him to it: “Will Zan is the name you’re looking for. He should be at the top of the list for citizens of his namesake given his parents only lodged their concerns last night.”

“Birth year 2182?” Mother Lia asked. “Yes, that’ll be him for sure.” the Senior Mother replied promptly. “Excellent!. Alright I’ve got him checked in for the Left Wing, Level 4, Room H. Blessings Senior Mother, Blessings Will!” Mother Lia saluted the Senior Mother who immediately reciprocated. Without another word, Senior Mother Talia led Will by the hand. As the doors on the other side of the Check-In room closed behind them, Will found himself in a minimalist glossy concreted room with 8 lifts on either side of them. The Senior Mother directed him to one of the lifts on the left side and a minute later they’d descended to level 4. Will saw that the last button for floors was for level 36. “I wasn’t far off in my guess.” he thought to himself.

In contrast to the lift room, the hallway that greeted Will as they arrived at level 4 felt like something out of a preschool. Fluffy white carpet softly tickled Will’s bare feet and the forget-me-not blue coloured walls were the same colour as his t-shirt. They were adorned with the occasional illustration of a cartoon animal like an elephant or giraffe, smiling and with a caption above their head saying things like “Be good to your Main Mother. She always knows best!” or “Being a good boy means being a good man someday!”

As they made their way to his room, Will and the Senior Mother would occasionally pass by a young man aged anywhere from 18 to 25 in the same childish clothing as Will being led somewhere by the Sentinel who was apparently their Main Mother. Many of them had golden bibs on with stenciled writing marking them as the devotee of their Main Mother i.e “Malia’s Devotee” which was the name on of a bib belonging to a zoned out looking blonde man who looked about the same age as Will. He was being led by the hand of an exquisite looking East Asian Sentinel who must’ve been Malia. Will thought that she looked like she might have been ethnically Korean, like all races plenty of them lived in the Estatic Union whilst neither North nor South Korea had existed for around a century.

Finally they made it to room H. Senior Mother Talia placed her hand up against the lock panel and it opened instantly, recognizing her cybernetic authority straight away. Will almost had to suppress a gasp at the sight of the cell. Both the walls and carpet were the same forget-me-not blue colour as the walls in the hall. A purple oval shaped sleeping pod complete with thick, soft looking white pillows and blankets was in the centre of the room, hovering off the floor by about 10cm. No doubt contained chemical secretors for regulating the user’s chemical balances. Will had always wanted one of these at home but they were typically prohibitively expensive.

On the other side of the room he could see a speaker protruding from the wall that clearly acted as an intercom and a camera for surveillance of the room and its subject next to it. That much was to be expected. What really surprised Will was the ensuite bathroom. Not only had he been expecting that there would only be one shared bathroom facility per floor, he’d imagined that it'd be no frills at best. He could only catch a quick look at the ensuite shower from here but it looked surprisingly high quality. “T-this…I wasn’t expecting this…” he found himself stuttering out loud before he could stop himself. “The boys that come here are our precious cargo Will. We spare no expense in saving you.” The Senior Mother replied. She had taken a seat on the sleeper pod. She motioned to him to come and sit with her. There was no point in disobeying.

With a hand on his knee, Senior Mother Talia looked Will in the eyes, causing that feeling of shyness to rush to the surface in a way that the attention of a beautiful woman does for most young men. “Tomorrow morning you’ll be meeting with your Main Mother for the first time, Will. You're going to be her first Devotee so I need you to promise me now that you’ll be extra good to her and make things easy for her. Can you do that for me, Will?”

Will nodded. Again, there was simply no point in disobedience at least not yet. “Good” The Senior Mother smiled. “You’ll sleep now until your Main Mother comes for you in the morning.” She explained. “Sleep?” Will replied, shocked. “But it’s only morning now, why do I need to sleep?” The Senior Mother placed a finger to his mouth and quietly shushed him, her eyes glowing softly just enough to reveal she was calming Will with some kind of obedience-inducing cybernetic implant. It worked. Will found himself uninterested in further protest whatsoever.

“One more thing. We require you to sleep naked. The responsibility falls on your Main Mother to dress you in the morning, at least until you’ve demonstrated enough good boy behaviour to get some big boy privileges. Understood Will?” Her tone was kind but brooked no argument, not that Will could have given any in his current state. Will nodded robotically and stood up, undressing without a thought. Like Mother Irena and Mother Ayla before her, Senior Mother Talia gave absolutely no sign of amusement or embarrassment at the sight of Will’s nakedness.

Will found himself automatically getting under the sheets in the sleeping pod. Senior Mother Talia carefully tucked him in and gave him a kiss on the forehead. “Remember Will…We all want to see you become a good boy…We know you can do it.” Without another word she departed the cell, the auto door locking behind her.

As he lay there, something in Will found himself trying to break the trance. It was absurd to expect him to sleep so early in the day, especially till the next morning. Just as he thought the effects of the Senior Mother’s glowering might be weakening enough for him to get out of the pod, the intercom came to life. The unmistakable melody of “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” being played on a Kalimba chimed through. A mechanical whirring noise on the ceiling of the cell caught Will’s attention. “Oh no, not this…” he thought as it dawned on him that it was gas seeping into the cell from the circular openings that had just appeared in the ceiling. He didn’t manage another thought before he was out cold.



Note: I know this chapter is about half the length of the first one but I thought this was a good place to end off and build the tension a little. Looking forward to the next one.

[RapeU]

Just a heads up, you had both the con and noncon tags added. They are meant to be mutually exclusive so that someone who wants a con story doesn't get any noncon elements.

Don't worry, this is a minor thing that I fixed for you. Just keep in mind for the future that if any element of noncon is present in the story, you would place the noncon tag - even if there were con elements in it. It took a while for me to get accustom to the rules here when I was new so don't worry if it's overwhelming at first. And you're doing it on your phone, which makes it even harder.

[HoodedRat757]

Just a heads up, you had both the con and noncon tags added. They are meant to be mutually exclusive so that someone who wants a con story doesn't get any noncon elements.

Don't worry, this is a minor thing that I fixed for you. Just keep in mind for the future that if any element of noncon is present in the story, you would place the noncon tag - even if there were con elements in it. It took a while for me to get accustom to the rules here when I was new so don't worry if it's overwhelming at first. And you're doing it on your phone, which makes it even harder.

Thanks and understood, won't happen again.

[Shocker]

You paint a rather intriguing picture of the future, looking forward to further chapters.

[HoodedRat757]

III

Will awoke in the darkness of his cell. It took him a moment to recall where he was and how he got there. “They must’ve switched the lights off after they put me out.” He mused internally. As if on cue, the pleasantly dimmed light in the centre of the cell was reactivated. Someone was clearly aware of the fact he’d awoken.

Before Will had another moment to collect his thoughts any further, the sound of a feminine giggle rang out from the cell's intercom. “Good morning Sleepyhead!” The girly voice said. “I’m Mother Aria, your new Main Mother! I can’t tell you how excited I am to nurture my little boy and teach him right so he can grow into a good, strong man!” There was a ditzy tone to the woman’s voice, more so than any Sentinel Will had heard so far. He moved to sit up and prepared to get out of the sleeper pod.

“Oh please do stay put Munchkin!” the woman’s voice rang out over the intercom again, a slight tone of concern added to it this time. “I’ll be right over there in a minute to get you ready! We have such a big day ahead and I can’t wait!” The intercom went dead again. Will decided he’d obey Mother Aria’s request to stay in his pod. If he was going to survive the intended indoctrination aboard the EUS Ophelia - and he certainly intended to - then he was going to need to pick his battles very carefully and be incredibly subtle about it when doing so.

Something about that slightly ditzy tone of voice she had really stuck out in his mind though. Senior Mother Talia had made a point of the fact that he’d be Mother Aria’s first Devotee. Will knew that for Sentinels chosen for this line of work and not for something else like Collections that this’d have to mean Mother Aria was very fresh out of her training. No doubt she’d be pretty but the considerable amount of research Will had garnered from the dark places his Cyberpad had taken him to in the last year had led him to understand that the almost preternatural beauty that the Sentinels had often didn’t fully settle in until they’d been in their established line of work for a little while. Perhaps Mother Aria wouldn’t be able to exert quite the same hold over him that Senior Mother Talia and the two Collector Sentinels had done effortlessly. This might work to his advantage if - and only if - it proved to actually be the case.

It was around 5 minutes later when the door to Will’s cell finally swung open and any hopes of possible leverage he had regarding Mother Aria’s appearance died instantly. Standing there was an absolutely gorgeous young woman with long dark brown hair that had a slight wave to it and was past her shoulders, glowing light skin, big brown eyes, symmetrical features and voluptuous lips just at the right degree of fullness to look seductive without looking artificial. Those eyes and lips were formed in a beaming smile aimed at Will that made him wither on the inside.

Will estimated that she was somewhere between 5 '8 and 5' 9 in height and of course had that typical athletic hour glass figure of a Sentinel. The blue tone of the anchor badge on her uniform denoted her as a Junior Sentinel but in terms of beauty she was every bit the match of the other Sentinels Will had interacted with in the last 24 hours. “Good morning my special boy!” she giggled again in that girly voice. She looked about 21 and Will guessed that given how recent her graduation from training must be that she probably really was that age. Despite the small difference in age, Will was in no doubt who held all the power in the situation.

“Let’s get you up and ready shall we?” Mother Aria slid down the blankets on the Sleeper Pod and coaxed Will into a sitting position on the side of it. Will’s face burned once again at his naked exposure but Mother Aria showed no more discomfort over it than any of the others had. “Let's get you clean and sparkly, my sunshine!” She led Will by his hand into the bathroom ensuite.

The shower door required the activation of a Sentinel’s implant to open which Mother Aria duly saw to with the press of a hand. She motioned Will inside it and triggered the glass door shut behind him again. There were no buttons or knobs inside the shower for Will to use as the panel was on the outside of the shower and - of course - was only usable by a Sentinel. Another press of a button from Mother Aria and a comforting explosion of warm water met Will’s naked skin. The warmth was so welcome that Will was temporarily able to forget about the humiliating one sided dynamic of the situation.

She pressed another button and the small holes on the inner wall of the shower fired tiny pods made of soap. They collided with the warm water and instantly bubbled up into soapy foam on Will’s body without getting in his eyes at all. Will wasted no time in lathering in. A couple of minutes passed. “Time to hop out of there, Munchkin!”
Mother Aria turned off the water and triggered the shower door open again. She took Will’s hand again and turned him around with his back to her. Through the soft fabric of the towel he could feel her hands massaging him dry. His face burned the reddest it’d ever burned as his intimate areas were dried but Mother Aria was completely unbothered.

She fished out a fresh pair of the Pajama pants with Panda faces on them and made Will step into them before pulling them up his legs to his waist and fastening them at the top, joyously humming as she did. “Arms up my precious one!” Feeling like a toddler, Will extended his arms upwards so she could the forget-me-not blue t-shirt with the cartoonish cars on him. She made sure the fit was right and then motioned him to the basin. Lastly, Mother Aria fastened the same golden bib he’d seen around the necks of the other boys. “Mother Aria’s Devotee” it read.

Will thought that maybe this was the end of the process but Mother Aria picked up the electric toothbrush and activated a paste dispenser. “Yikes, she’s not even going to let me brush my own teeth…” Will thought to himself. 30 seconds later Will found himself with his mouth open and Mother Aria studiously exploring his mouth with the electric toothbrush, being sure to give them as perfect a clean as possible. Will stood there in disbelief as she cleaned the toothbrush before picking up the comb from the rack of bathroom items and tenderly brushing his hair, checking the mirror until she was satisfied. The whole thing was completely surreal and WIll was so stunned that he resisted none of it.

She patted Will’s hips and gave him a kiss on the cheeks. “What a good boy you’re being, Will! Do keep it up! Let’s head down for breakfast, a growing boy needs to be well fed especially when he’s got such a big day ahead!” She beamed at him again. A trip down the hallway and Will found himself in the food bay with Mother Aria. The site that greeted him was utterly bizarre.

At every table, boys aged 18-25 were sitting eating breakfast with the Sentinel whose name adorned their respective bib. Most of the boys themselves were not eating their own cereal however, instead they were being spoonfed by their Sentinel herself. The sight of grown males in childish pajamas being spoonfed branflakes by women who looked their age and also happened to be astonishingly beautiful in their skimpy sailor outfits was so bizarre that it would’ve been comedic if it wasn’t for the fact that none of the boys had any agency in the matter.

Mother Aria sat Will down at a table and poured the bran flakes and milk into a bowl for him. She pointed at a couple of boys whose Sentinels were allowing them to eat the cereal for themselves. “Look Will…If you’re a good enough boy for me then you’ll eventually get some Big Boy Privileges like those boys over there. That’d make your Main Mother proud!” There was that beaming smile again. Will just nodded slack jawed, trying his best to look appreciative whilst being absolutely shocked on the inside. “Open up Will, here comes the UnderTrain!” Will made no protest and simply allowed Mother Aria to ease the spoon full of bran flakes and milk into his mouth, chewing as soon as the spoon was removed. “Going to need strength, it’s as simple as that.”

As Mother Aria continued to feed him, Will reflected on his feelings towards her so far. Her slightly ditzy demeanor didn’t fool him. Mother Aria was very far from an idiot. Will was her first Devotee and she’d have a lot riding on turning him into a success story. She would be aiming to graduate from Junior Sentinel status as quickly as possible.

Despite all of his resentment at the utter infantilizing treatment he was experiencing he couldn’t say that he felt any genuine dislike of her in particular. Her warm smile did seem genuine even if it made the situation even more surreal for him. Will’s year of having his belief in the Divine Essence Cult deconstructed via the forums he visited on his Cyberpad had led him to the view that even Sentinels were just as much systemic victims of the Cult as him or anyone else, at least most of them were.

No doubt Mother Aria had been groomed for this from a very young age. She’d probably shown strong academic promise in at least one or two areas and by her mid to late high school years it’d have been obvious she’d won the genetic lottery looks wise as well. Having been quite academically gifted himself, Will could emphasize with the pressure she’d no doubt had to contend with. Once she’d caught the attention of the Selectors it wasn’t as if she’d have had any choice in the matter either, not unless she wanted to bring serious shame on her family.

Will’s problem wasn’t with Mother Aria then, nor had it been with Mother Irena, Ayla, Lia or even Senior Mother Talia really but with the secretive elites who truly controlled the Divine Essence Cult. Who they really were was the subject of considerable heated debate on the forums Will frequented. Perhaps he could use his situation to his advantage to learn more over time. Likely a false hope but Will needed a small silver lining to cling to even if it was probably a mirage.

The bowl of cereal was finally finished. Mother Aria had made sure Will got every bit of milk leftover. She placed her hand over his and looked him in the eyes, still smiling but with a more serious look than Will had seen from her yet. “Will…I’m going to take you now to your first Group Mothering Session with the Senior Mothers. Since it’s only your first session it’ll just be them asking you some questions and probably giving me a few instructions but I need you to answer them honestly for Mommy. Can you do that boppet?”

Will couldn’t imagine that anything he’d say would get Mother Aria into any trouble, he’d only just arrived after all and she’d had no time to indoctrinate him but he also knew that for every answer he gave that wasn’t to the Senior Mother’s absolute satisfaction that the onus would firmly fall on her to fix it. Will just nodded his head, hoping it’d relieve a bit of the pressure she was feeling. “Oh my good, good boy, that’s just what Mommy wanted to hear! Come along now, it’ll all be fine Will and you’ll get to see Senior Mother Talia again!”

The pit of Will’s stomach throbbed with trepidation as Mother Aria led him by the hand away. What was he in for over the next several hours?

(Btw and just as an fyi, I based Mother Aria's appearance off of Camila Morrone who also happens to be in my avatar pic)