“Open your eyes. You will be hypnotized. You will be brainwashed. You will become an obedient fuck doll. Now look at the spiral.”
His voice is stern with a note of irritation. Her head feels so heavy. She aches. She’s sore everywhere. She’s exhausted. The machine she is restrained in is silent again for now. Sweat drips from her naked body, running in tiny droplets that hang off her nose, forehead, and nipples. Her eyes are closed but she can see the shifting light beyond.
“Look at the spiral or it’s back to the shocks,” says the voice. “One…two…”
She weakly opens her eyes even though the intensity of the colors is almost painful.
“Good girl. Focus on the colors.”
She tries. She really does. She tries to focus. Tries to forget. The colors pull on her senses and mind. Lure her into the paradox of drifting and focusing at the same time. But her mind rebels. She’s faint. She wants to let them win. Have her. But she just cannot submit. Her brain doesn’t want this. A tear escapes her eye as she tries to relax. The trying gives her brain even more power to fight. She isn’t a slave.
“Shit, she’s still fighting it.” says the first voice, a distant echo in her mind. No! She’s trying so hard!
Someone sighs as she tries to sink.
“I guess we’ll need to hit her again.”
She shivers, her body jumping in fear. No…
“Are you sure?” the first voice again. “Her vitals are really wonky.”
She gurgles a weak protest. She tries to tell them she is trying. She wants…
“Yeah. Give her another cycle.”
“Noooo!” her voice is a strangled cry, sobs erupting from her as she stares into the infinite and mind breaking colors.
“Quiet,” the first man replies.
“Never seen one not break after four cycles,” The second voice sounds frustrated.
She hears the machine spin up. The colors fade and are replaced with darkness and heat. There is no warning. Her swollen cunt is artfully pounded by the rotating vibrator. Her ass gets similar treatment almost instantly. She groans with a primal cry like a doomed animal.
The AI assisted machine is extremely efficient. Her body is simply a problem to be optimized. The pressure, heat, sensation is applied with precision. Her clit is manipulated. Her cunt, her g-spot, her nipples, every spot on her body that can evoke her responses. She screams and wails in helpless ecstasy and exhaustion. They have already pulled countless orgasms from her today. She cannot take anymore. It’s painful. It’s bliss. It’s mind breaking. It only takes 44 seconds to bring her to a state of perpetual climax.
“P-p-please… T-t-too m-m-much!!!!” she somehow manages to verbalize between unintelligible gibberish.
They ignore her and let the machine fuck her, rip mind shredding pleasure from her. She begins to shake and spasm. Seizure. Her eyes roll about. She loses herself in the pleasure, pain, and fear. The only thing keeping her alive is the hope that they will stop before she dies. She knows she has no chance. They are going to rape her to death.
Something in her breaks. She’s broken before but this is slightly different. She feels a part of her… dim… as she kicks uselessly and cums endlessly. Her voice stills to a low growl. There is nothing else. Cumming. Cumming. Cumming.
Suddenly the machine stops and the cool breeze returns.
Her swollen sex is emptied and blissful silence overcomes her. Somewhere in her head she realizes she can’t think. She can’t think. Her mind is silent. Broken. Her juices flow and drip from her spent folds. She vibrates quietly in a calm. The scintillated bliss of light appears before her closed eyes. Her mind is still silent. Broken.
“Open your eyes. You will be hypnotized. You will be brainwashed. You will become an obedient fuck doll. Now look at the spiral.” And she opens her eyes…