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Posted: 2013-07-29 09:22:31
by hypno - Size: 850x1231
- Source: danbooru.donmai.us/posts/387069
- Rating: Explicit
- Score: 172 (vote up)
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Her breath fogged in the air before her as she sat in front of the computer, losing her mind. The spiral weakened her resistance while her speakers spoke commands she had long been helpless to stop. The words drowned out her own thoughts, eclipsing them, replacing them, becoming part of her until she no longer knew who she used to be. She had closed one eye in an attempt to block out the spiral, but had been unable to do so with the other. Her hands pushed her on, fingering her to yet another climax. It was cold, but she couldn't even go turn on the heater. Her old self drained away, and her new self welcomed the changes. She was nothing but property, after all, to be altered in any way her owner desired. Where had that thought come from? It was hard to think on her own, so easy to let the spiral do her thinking for her. She didn't have to think, to remember, to be anything but what she was told.
"Programming complete. Unit ready for pick-up." her lips chanted softly, before her fingers drove her to a pounding orgasm that washed away whatever was left of her old self as it rewarded her new self for surrendering.