Machine-conditioned

Story: Her free mind started to have trouble with the whole absurd situation, and couldnt quite handle the violent onslaught on her heightened senses. Her injected clitoris, vagina, anus and nipples remained hard (or wet) to the touch, and eager to get more from her mechanical tormentor. But her mind slowly formed into a pulp of exhaustion. After another full day of conditioning, Susies mind had arrived at the Apathy Stage. Her mind became detached from the blinding, white absolution her restrained body experienced. But there was no escaping her conditioning. Another two days of milking, sucking, and fucking her limp body, and her new slave mind returned to the surface. ...ready for its custom-fitted chastity corset. An archaic controlling device, but itll keep the slave motivated and obedient like no other means. Susie looked confused. The tightness around her waist, chest and crotch would never go away again. The hard metal grabbed her body like a too tight a rubber glove--at least one size too small. The low hum of a machine voice, barely conscious, whispered words into her ears: My obedience will be rewarded or Give her your complete attention or Please and serve your Mistress or Im a Pleasure Slave. Asking, begging, it wouldnt matter. Her Mistress would now hold total control over her enslaved, yet devoted, body and mind.