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Test of Fate - Chapter 1
🕑 Added 2025-06-14 17:00:05 +0000 UTC“Kailynn, eyes up front please?”
“Sorry Ms. Baker.” Kailynn giggled, turning from her friend's desk and back to the front of the class. She wasn't the most studious girl, but she couldn't help it. With her looks, she was sure she could close with a modeling agency, so there wasn't much of a need for school. And even if she couldn't, finding a rich husband down the road would be easy enough.
“It's alright, you can take another look at the notes when you're cleaning the board after class”
“About that Ms. Baker, today is my birthday, so could someone else fill in for me?”
“Oh, yes that's fine, just find someone after class. And good luck on your test.”
“Thanks!” Kailynn bounced, even tossing up a peace sign.
In Noxreal, it was believed that their country would flourish if those with more dominant traits were allowed more power, while the rest were brought down to serve them. In order to accomplish this, whenever someone entered adulthood, they were required to take a comprehensive test which would determine that person's innate dominance. This test often resulted in men being brought to positions of power, while the fairer sex would enter subservience. But this was not always the case, and Kailynn was confident she would fall into that exception.
She didn't have an obedient bone in her body. Whether it was her classmates, teacher's, her parents or even cops on the street, she hated being told what to do. She paved her own path, and in doing so, landed herself atop the social ladder.
“What's up, squeak?” Kailynn clicked her neatly trimmed nails on her classmates desk, drowned out by the storm of noise from the other departing students. He had barely gotten his books in his bag, before looking up at her.
If there was anyone else who was a surefire exception, it was Liam. He was a quiet kid, with a long scruffy black bowl cut that obscured his eyes. He had scrunched shoulders, falling well below the average height for a guy, and appearing even shorter than Kailynn, despite being an inch or two taller if he managed to unfurl.
He was Kailynn’s favorite toy. She spent a fair bit of time practicing on him. Getting him to grab her lunch, carry her books, even take notes for her in class. Not that she’d ever bother to read them.
“What do you want, Kailynn?” Liam's voice was shaky and quiet, with a slow cadence. Like every word was work.
“It's my birthday today, so I gotta head to the Ministry of Development. You don't mind doing my class duties, do you?”
“I uh– I have my job I need to get t–”
“Oh I'm sure you can finish it in no time. I appreciate it, squeak!” Kailynn waved happily as she turned, quickly leaving the class.
“You sure you shouldn't find someone else?” Amity asked, hurrying up alongside her friend. “It sounded like he had a place to be.” Kailynn groaned.
“Basically everyone is already heading home for the day, it'd be a pain to find someone else. Besides, I didn't hear him say ‘no’, so, his problem now!”
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Kailynn took her time getting to the Ministry. She wanted to use her test as an excuse to get out of classwork, but her appointment wasn't until a few hours after school was out. She walked the neon lit streets, popping in and out of shops as she did. She'd often go to clothing stores, trying on dozens of expensive outfits just to admire herself in them. But she'd very rarely buy. Once she was with a modeling agency, they'd buy all those expensive outfits for her.
Walking the streets caused excitement to bubble in Kailynn. Everywhere she looked, there were benefits she was about to receive. Stores had discounted sections which were only available to dominants, filled with higher quality goods. There was free transportation, free neural link upgrades, and free restaurants. For those like Kailynn, evaluation day was an event to look forward to. It was the day you became part of the upper class of the country, and gained access to the perks that came with it. Including owning a stray if she so desired.
By default, subservients retained most of their autonomy. So long as they abided the rules, they would enter the dating pool and find a dominant to serve in anyway they saw fit, or they would take on the more menial jobs of society. However, if they broke the rules, one of the many punishment options were the auctions.
Subservients would be stripped and auctioned to the highest bidder in venues on the street. Because sex was illegal before evaluation day, many of the subservients up for sale were virgins. This made their price high, and usually only the fairly wealthy would be able to afford the initial buy-in to the auction. If no bids were made, the subservient would become public property, accessible to any dominant on the street. If down the line, a less wealthy dominant took a particular liking to one of the public properties and wished to purchase them for their own personal use, they would be offered at a significantly reduced price. Those who broke the rules and entered the auctions were known as strays.
Kailynn had never bothered looking into the rules for subservients, but walking the streets told her they must be quite difficult. It was hard to go more than a dozen feet without seeing a stray. They would be under the tables of restaurants, on their knees between businessmen in board meetings, or even just surrounded by a group on the side of the road. Kailynn loved strays, but she wasn't keen on sharing. She had decided that once she was a dominant, she'd take some of her father's money and buy a few. Start her own shelter, her own term that always made her giggle.
The Ministry of Development was an impressive building. Nearly a hundred stories of black glass, making it a stark and recognizable landmark within the neon lit city. Kailynn puffed out her chest and walked through the doors.
She was greeted with a powerfully lit waiting room. The white lights reflected off nearly every surface in the room, sheening with a brightness that almost hurt in contrast to the darkened exterior. Only a few steps into the building, Kailynn heard a secretary greet her.
“Welcome to the Ministry of Development. Do you have an appointment?” Kailynn’s eyes continued to traverse the glistening entrance, taking her a moment to respond.
“Uhh, yes I do. It's my evaluation day.” She brought her eyes down, retrieving her focus. Sitting at the desk was a lady in a black fitted suit and skirt, with her hair in a clean bun. Kailynn noticed a subtle black band tattooed around her neck: the universal mark of a subservient.
“Wonderful. May I get a name?”
“Um, Kailynn King?” She waited as the secretary typed a bit.
“Yes, we have you down for an appointment at 6:10, Ms. King. If you would please take a seat, you'll be called shortly. Good luck on your test.”
“Thanks!” She took a seat alongside a few others. The room was eerily quiet compared to the buzz of the city.
Kailynn studied the faces of her fellow waitees. It was obvious which category was waiting for them. About a quarter of the waiting room was giddy. Wide smiles and bouncing legs. The others were slumped and nervous.
“Ms. King?” Kailynn pulled her attention from the other examinees. The voice was incredibly familiar. She looked up to see a small male in a white coat, with a scruffy long bowl cut.
“I had no idea you worked here, squeak!” Kailynn commented once Liam latched the door behind her. She began walking down the private hallway, following the direction he motioned.
“My dad wanted me to get some experience with the inner workings of the ministry. Take you next left, please.” Kailynn took a left.
“I saw the secretary was a subservient, so they clearly are employed here, so probably a good idea for you to get your foot in the door.” Liam didn't respond.
They stopped at one of the identical doors covering the hallway. Liam grabbed keys from his lab coat, unlocking it and popping it open. He held his hand out, motioning Kailynn to walk in.
The room was empty, aside from a chair in the center and a small desk alongside it, supporting a mechanical looking box and wires.
“If you could please, remove your shirt and pants and take a seat in the chair.”
“Alright.” She walked up to the chair before stopping. “Are you going to give me some privacy?”
“If you'd like me to leave for the undressing I can, but the machine requires a trained employee to connect it, so I would need to return once your clothes were off anyways. Would you prefer that?”
Kailynn thought for a moment. She was incredibly proud of her body. She didn't have the biggest chest, but she was gorgeous nonetheless. For all she knew, getting a little strip tease from her might be the hottest thing Squeak ever got to see in person.
“That's okay, I don't mind. Watch all you'd like.” Kailynn didn't bother turning away from him, before she crossed her arms and grabbed the base of shirt, peeling it off above her head. She let her long wavy hair tumble from her shirt, before collecting it with a hand and pulling it all across one shoulder, turning partially around as she did.
She dropped her shirt to the floor, before bending forwards, arching her back just enough to push her butt out as she pulled her shorts down her legs. She grinned, continuing to pull her shorts down even past the point they would naturally drop. Once they were around her ankles, she daintily stepped from them.
She had positioned herself with her butt not directly at him, but close enough that he'd have a great view with a subtle lean. Once she stood back up and turned towards him, the shade of his face told her exactly if he had leaned or not.
Kailynn stood in the middle of the room, only clothed by an elegant matching set of pure black underwear. They each had swirling lace of an even deeper black across them, making them appear closer to lingerie. She knew you had to disrobe for the test ahead of time, and wanted to make the most of it.
Liam stood there silently. His hair was long enough to block his eyes, but not his softly tinted cheeks.
“What? Do I need to take off more than this?”
“Uh, n-no no that's fine. If you could please take a seat?” Kailynn turned and took a seat, hiding her devious grin.
Liam walked alongside the desk, sorting through the various cords and attachments.
“I'll briefly explain how the test will take place. The goggles I place on you will display various questions and scenarios. Then this box, using a combination of neuralink analysis and polygraphic technology will analyze your body as you answer. Your body's internal reactions coupled with your answers will result in a fool proof and perfect analysis of your innate dominance level.”
As he talked, he began grabbing cords off the desk. He offered a neural uplink connection, which she immediately recognized. She pulled her hair to the side and tilted her head, offering him access to the port behind her ear, as well as a view of her unobstructed neck that seemed to make him faulted for a moment.
Liam grabbed two cloth strips from the table with various cord protruding from them.
“These will wrap around your torso on either side of your chest.” He took one of the straps and kneeled in front of her. He pressed the strap to her stomach, turning away slightly as he slid it up her skin until it was snug against the lower band of her bra. Next, he placed the other just below her collar bones, and began sliding it down until it started pressing against her chest. As he was securing the band around her sides, his forearm pressed against her now bounded chest.
“Watch it, squeak.” Kailynn pressed an arm against his chest, pushing him off her. He felt far more solid than she was expecting.
“I-I’m sorry,” Liam quickly apologized. He shifted his body, taking special care to avoid touching her again as he finished tightening the straps beneath her arms. Kailynn smiled at his unease.
Once the straps were tight around her chest, he spent another minute or so connecting straps around each of her thighs, as well as a few around her finger tips. By the time he was done, there were dozens of wires bridging her and the whirling machine to her side.
“Alright. Many of the questions may seem unrelated to the test at hand, but please continue to answer truthfully and bear with the sheer volume of inquiries. Each question has its purpose.” Liam slipped the goggles onto her face. “The test shouldn’t take more than an hour, and will begin automatically once I leave the room. There are microphones in the goggles which will record your answers, as well as analyze your tone and cadence. Good luck.”
“No need,” Kailynn gave him a wired peace sign as he left the room.
Welcome to your evaluation Kailynn King. A mechanical voice filled the room. Today you will become a valuable member of society, whether as a dominant or a subservient. Both are vital roles to our country, and you should be proud of whichever role you receive. We will now begin the test:
Do you consider yourself more of a dominant or subservient?
“Dominant.”
Are you a morning person, or a night person?
“Morning.”
If you saw someone being bullied, how would you act?”
“Step in and stop it.”
If you were lost in the woods, what would be your first actions?
“Orient myself to cardinal directions, then search for water.”
The test continued on. It varied from target questions, where a right answer was fairly obvious, to ambiguous questions that seemed purely based on taste and preference. As the stages of the test developed, it switched between auditory questions, to written questions displayed on the screen, to even story questions with full scenarios playing out around her like movies.
The longer the test went, the more it began to drain on her mind. Her answers got quicker and less calculated, eager to push through the seemingly endless interrogation. With no clock or light to gauge herself on, she swore the test dragged for hours longer than intended. The room felt hotter and hotter, and her exposed skin began sticking to the leather chair as she shifted against its uncomfortable ergonomics.
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If you could create a teleportation gate between any two places, where would you choose?
“My house and Gianna's Boutique.” There was a brief pause.
You have completed your evaluation, a ministry officer will be in shortly to remove your machinery and deliver results. Thank you for your cooperation.
Kailynn’s vision went black as the goggles shut off. The door whooshed open, and Kailynn took a breath of relief as a crisp cold breeze graced her sweat covered skin. Kailynn had thought it was in her head, but with the hallway door open, it was obvious the temperature of the room had been vastly increased.
Kailynn winced as Liam slowly removed the goggles from her head. Kailynn let out a relaxed breath, shifting in her chair to try and find any cool leather left to touch.
“So?” Kailynn asked as Liam systematically removed the straps.
“I’m just here to detach the machine, my superior will be here in a moment with the results.”
“Ah.” Kailynn noticed Liam’s head linger on her form before returning each strap to the table. Kailynn grinned. Looking down at herself, the thin layer of sweat seemed to make her body glow in the light. She could hardly blame him.
The door cracked once again, giving Kailynn another euphoric burst of cold. A mammoth of a man walked inside. He had a bald top, with a bush of black hair rounding the base of his skull and a thick twirled mustache. His eyes were nearly blacked in shadow from residing deep in his skull, and his muscles seemed to stretch the seams of his black suit. The moment he entered, Kailynn sat up in her chair. She folded her arms across her chest as she became exceedingly aware of her attire
“Ms. King.” His voice commanded attention with its depth, despite topping out at a regular speaking volume. He held a clipboard and a metal ring, close to a necklace in diameter. But in his hands it seemed more like a bracelet.
Liam hurriedly finished packing the machine together. The looming man waited patiently to continue until he had rushed out the door, latching it behind him.
“Congratulations on finishing your evaluation test. After reviewing your results…” The man flipped through his clipboard, “I am pleased to inform you that you have been graded as a subservient. Now, what this mea–”
“What!?!” Kailynn burst out. The man's eyes fell upon her like boulders, instantly curling her shoulders. “Sorry, that just–... T-That can be right! I definitely am meant to be a dominant!” The man let out a soft breath.
“Ms. King. There are no mistakes in the Ministry of Development. Everything here is calculated. Everything here is precise, and everything here is intentional. We often get subservients who believe the system is wrong, but that is a natural reaction to stress. Subservients are just as important to our nation's development as dominants. It is an honor, whichever role you are given.”
“I know that, but please! Something must have gone wrong! Please just look over my results again!” The man returned his focus to the clipboard. Kailynn could hardly move as she watched him in silence. The heat of the room seemed to burn her lungs with every breath. The man sighed again.
“It is not possible to cheat this test, Ms. King. From your answers, it is clear that you gave dominant responses, but the machine you were attached to can perfectly analyse your physiological reactions. From your answers alone, you would have placed firmly as a dominant. But the machine read that you were lying nearly 70% of the time.”
“Wha–... B-But I wasn’t! I wasn’t lying!!” Kailynn’s mind raced, jumping through dozens of questions in her mind. She wasn’t. She wasn’t lying. She was sure!
“We sometimes get subservients who try to cook the test, if you will. Many believe they must be a dominant if they are to serve Noxreal to their fullest. But there is no need. Subservients are an essential part of our country as well. There is no shame in this position.”
Kailynn could barely listen. She was so sure she deserved to be a dominant. She was perfect! How could she have failed this?!
“Look, just–just let me retake the test. I’m sure it’ll give you a different result next time! I’ll–I’ll even–”
“Ms. King.” His voice crushed hers in her throat the moment his volume rose. “The results of any evaluation are final. The costs to the Ministry would be astronomical if we allowed repeated attempts. You are a subservient. Now. I will briefly go over the rules which you will live by from now on.
“Firstly, you are barred from any positions of power. Be it positions in office, the police, the military, or any corporate level position above grade D. If you are to enter the workforce, you must find an acceptable position within two weeks, or penalties will be applied. If you wish to become a dedicated subservient for another dominant, you have six weeks to find one to marry or sign a contract with, or penalties will be applied. Any sexual relations outside of marriage or a signed contract will be penalized. And lastly, any orgasms for pleasure will be penalized.”
“What?” Kailynn’s voice split, forcing its way through the man's overwhelming presence. “A-any? Like none at all?”
“Correct. If a dominant wishes to give you an orgasm, one can be purchased through the Ministry for 500 credits, increasing quadratically with each purchase per subservient. They also must be purchased by a serviced dominant, so other subservients or dominants in your family cannot purchase them for you. Attempting to purchase orgasms via a proxy dominant carries harsh penalties as well.”
“500 credits!? Who is going to pay for that!? And why does it get more expensive!?”
“A dominant who is very satisfied with your service. It gets more expensive, because this motivates a subservient to become more and more attentive and helpful to the dominants around them in order to earn increasingly expensive orgasms. This results in a better experience for the dominants over time. And it also allows the state to collect more credits. This is a big win-win for the country.”
“But what about–!”
“It’s alright Ms. King, with your appearance, I believe you will be able to convince a few dominants to purchase some for you. Now, last thing before you’re free to go: Your subservient mark.” The large man snapped the metal ring open and began affixing it around Kailynn’s neck.
“Please make an exception and let me retake the test! I promise I’ll serve Noxreal better as a–EEEK!!” The ring made a loud beep as heat radiated around her neck. She frantically tried to soothe the burning pain, quickly squirming her fingers beneath the metal as the man unlatched the device.
She massaged her neck, her mind completely numb as reality blurred passed her like a dream she couldn’t wake from. They really marked her. This was really happening.
“You are free to go now.” The man pulled a small pamphlet from his clipboard and handed it to her, which she blankly accepted. “This has all the rules I went over in it, as well as potential opportunities to help jumpstart your search for work or dominants to serve. Once you’re dressed, stop by the front desk on your way out for a final installation. Congratulations on assuming your role in the betterment of our nation!” The man turned and left her, still frozen in the room.
Kailynn slowly got dressed, absently rubbing her neck the entire time. She kept trying to see it, but the room had no mirrors. But there was no rush. Until she saw the mark, it was easier to continue to deny her reality.
She stopped by the front desk and they plugged another cord to her port. The secretary said something about its functionality: barring her from certain jobs, linking her to subservient pay rates, and several other things that Kailynn couldn’t keep her mind focused on. Her words only formed a gargled, incomprehensible stream to her ears.
The moment she was home, she rushed to her room. She tore off her shirt and pulled her hair back, staring into her full length mirror. There it was. Clear as day. At the base of her neck, a subtle yet perfect black circle rounding her neck: The mark of a subservient.
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Something a little different, but someone in the discord made a comment saying something like, "orgasms for pleasure should be illegal," (great idea, person), and my brain instantly came up with a story for it haha. I already have chapter 2 planned, which was originally going to be part of this chapter, but it was getting a bit too long lol. So that should be coming soon, so I hope you guys enjoy part 1! Some of you may realize Kailynn is a name I have used before, and that is because I am planning on reusing her for this storyline. I really liked the design of her when I drew the one-shot she was a part of, and wanted to reuse her for some longer form story! I didn't do another illustration with this one since I was still swamped with camper stuff that I had a hard enough time getting this done lol. But I'd like to do another illustration for her in this universe, and get chapter 2 going! Hopefully I'll be getting more time to work here soon! I also noticed our patreon community has grown like crazy over this last few weeks, and of course its when I am so busy irl i am basically inactive xD. But if you are new here, welcome! And hopefully I'll be getting more content rolling here soon!
Sorry for the ramble, but tl:dr: More to come on this soon, reusing a character design I liked, and welcome welcome!!
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