Machine-conditioned

story: Nobody asked Susie, the sex toy, about its useless opinions. The dildo had been, at first, too big--far too big! Yet Susie couldn t stop her body s persuasive response. The machine began to pound its occupant like a wet sack of receptive nerve bundles. There was no escaping its touch, its buzzing intensity, its penetrating character. Her whole body became a quivering powder-keg of sexual happiness. Or wasn t it, wasn t it total bliss!? If it hadn t been for her anal training...maybe. The lower dildo started to spin, just below her tight backdoor. That s when she d lost it! Like an oversized drill, it twisted and turned its way inside her, as a thousand fingers caressed the soft tissue inside her unprepared anus. It began to stretch and grow, drilling deeper, right towards her next mind-shattering orgasm. Her slave body danced in its restrictive brace. On it went, as the machine brutally advanced with her destructive training, and pushing her right towards her next orgasmic plateau. Susie s screams didn t matter, nor her desperate begging, her pitiful pleas, to make it all stop. Another week in this!? she thought. I can t!...I can t take it! But she would be going nowhere. Not until the re-programming of her sexual response had been completed. It didn t matter to her mind-reading machine overlord, who knew her desires even before she did. The worst part? Susie secretly craved it--well--after a while? Her program would never let her fully cool down. It held on to her body (and mind), even at night. There was always a low buzz, a pneumatic suction permeating her sterile room. The low whir of her frontal pistons pushing inside her with a slow determination, stretching her holes apart with a pneumatic