After the nuclear collapse, Lia emerged from her sealed underground shelter to find a broken world. She expected danger. What she didn’t expect was to be captured, collared, and implanted — her thoughts severed from her body by a neural control chip designed for one purpose: obedience.

Now she smiles when she wants to scream. Kneels when she wants to run. Moans when every part of her recoils. Her body is no longer hers. It curtsies, serves, obeys, and comes on command. The worst part? The pleasure is real. Engineered. Weaponized. Lubricating her descent into something soft, empty, and compliant.

The Controller, a cold, brilliant idealist, believes he’s saving humanity — eliminating chaos by rewriting women from the inside out. Speech, posture, even thought: all can be molded. And Lia is his prize project. Every day, she forgets a little more of who she was — a philosopher, a skeptic, a woman of reason. Now she struggles to recall her own name while whispering, “Good girl,” to the mirror.

Somewhere inside, she still fights. But even resistance can be rewritten.

Obedience Protocol is a psychological descent into dystopian erotic horror — exploring what happens when consent becomes meaningless, pleasure becomes punishment, and identity dissolves into a programmed smile. Told in immersive first-person, this story does not flinch from non-consensual control, forced arousal, mental reprogramming, or the slow death of autonomy.

Not for the faint of heart. Not for escapism. This is submission as horror. Obedience as erasure. And pleasure as a tool of annihilation.