Wrote a thing inspired by this lovely artwork! Will post it separately in a week or so, but wanted to reblog the awesome original to give full credit.
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The furious hissing that slithered through her ears split inside her dissociating mind into a trillion pulsating lights. Her every sense felt shattered, crystals smashed with Thor’s own hammer into scintillating shards, every iota of sensorium feedback bled together inside her brain to fuse into a single, overwhelming mass that dazzled like fireworks inside her. The tight straps of the mask across her nose and cheeks bit harshly into her pale flesh, but the aching pain that they had originally inspired was slowly transmuting into a radiant, tingling warmth that spread across her skin. This segued seamlessly into her vision, shining silver around the periphery of her illusory sight, while the mask that sat thronelike over her nose pumped sickly sweet gases down into her lungs, the scent bleeding soprano tremulations into her auditory cortex. The piercing, pulsing pains of the three intramuscular lines being inserted into the muscle of her thigh sent hot joy stabbing through the nerves around her throbbing pussy and ass, and her whimpers of needy delight oozed like warm honey across sense of balance, every moan causing her to “spin” faster and faster as though on a carnival ride.
She arched her back to press her body closer to that beautiful, wonderful pain.
She barely remembered anymore about how uncomfortable she had felt as she had first allowed herself to sink into the dentist’s reclining chair. As the cold, clinical plastics of the seat’s liner moulded and deformed around her toned, athletic body, she had felt the seat’s surely-accidental shape cause her legs to spread involuntarily, and but for the modesty of a brief surgical gown she had felt sure she would have been showing her spandex-covered pubis to the world. The running leggings she had worn to her appointment that morning adhered pleasantly to the supple curve of her legs: it was only then, with the sternly attractive dentist gazing down upon her, that she considered it might have been a little too risqué.
Now she simply wished she could spread them a little wider…
Her freefalling mind hadn’t noticed, initially, when the unpleasantly bittersweet aftertaste of the nitrous oxide she was sucking down had begun to change. After almost eleven minutes under the sway of the euphoric gas, she was already beyond caring about the appearance of a subtle taint in the back of her throat of a cloying, saccharine sweetness. Lost within the synaesthetic kaleidoscope effect of the nitrous, the quiet scraping of a new gas cylinder being positioned carefully on the ground beside the original had blended into the scraping nails that her spasming mind told her were tracing deliciously across her eager flesh. She’d heard the pleasantly mellow voice of the controller dentist murmuring instructions to her nurse, and had heard the words “compliant”, “docile”, and “hypnotic” send tingles of vanilla sound-taste across her hallucinating tongue, before a wave of dizzy bliss had poured hot syrup across her cerebral cortex. Her consciousness hadn’t comprehended, and her subconscious hadn’t cared; all she wanted to do was keep breathing the gas, that’s it, good girl as she let herself sink deeper, deeper down for me now.
She was going to be such a very good girl for doctor as you listen and obey.
She felt her hair being gently swept back, now, pulled away from her forehead by cool, gloved hands still ever-so-slightly damp from the warm insides of her relaxed, drooling lips. She moaned with soft, heartfelt pleasure, as the touch sent orange streamers both cavorting across the centre of her vision and twisting sinuously down her spine towards her clenching ass. She whimpered ever harder as a drop dropping deeper of electrode gel was dabbed once, twice, thrice upon her exposed scalp, its beautiful cold pleasurable presence sending an ice-cold lance of pleasurepain spiked through her skull. Through the narcotic fog that bewitched her nose and lungs she heard the doctor’s divine resonant voice issuing instructions to “bring the EEG machine online”. She languidly pressed her head up, slightly, pushing eagerly against the cold metal surface of one, two, three electrode discs as they were pressed down, deeper down, sink for me into her skin. Their touch initiated yet another slow cascade of dissociated pleasure, and she mewled in ecstasy as the sounds of the room were drowned by a hallucinatory melody, as she received her reward for being such a good girl. She knew she would be a good girl, could think only good girl thoughts, knew she would do what doctor commands just like a good girl should. The medicine-gas in her nose felt so fucking blissful sweet ecstatic inside orgasmic her lungs.
She knew that only good girls get their medicine.
Far above her, tinged an iridescent pink through the clamping tightness of the sunglasses across her eyes and temples, the dentist’s lamp shone like an alien sun through her eyes. Its light poured liquidly across her visual cortex, melting down her brainstem into her skin, her ears, her nose, her mouth. Her drool began, very slowly, to flow in thin rivulets across her lower lip and chin, its slightly itching dampness burning into goldenbitter visiontaste in her stunned brain. Dark shadows moved across the surface of her sun, fingers extended to grasp the handles of the light, repositioning it slowly until it burned directly into her eyes, and her legs clenched as her induction trigger reflexes pushed her mind deeper and deeper into the spasming aching empty void between your legs dissociative state that clamped her mind tighter than the vicelike glasses.
She would always sink down for my induction lamp, such a good girl. Sink deeper now, doctor’s orders…
The background sank away into a midnight black, a voidlike darkness claiming everything in the space that surrounded her radiant sun as her mind fixated on the unquestioningly obedient desire to focus on the centre of the induction lamp. Her skin raged with arcing jolts of electrical pleasure, and in her ears the sound of a woman’s delirious perfect moaning worshipping filled the black void of space around her sun with scintillating silver starlight. Her brain screamed ecstatically inside her skull, and the lamp began to vibrate violently in her vision as her muscles spasmed violently within the loving arms of Mistress leather straps that the sisterslave nurse had tightened around her moments before.
When the induction lamp began to pulse, the rhythm made her thighs strain to clench so hard that the frame of the brainwashing pod recliner began to creak with violet vision-sound.
When the cool gloved hands of sisterslave slipped the control pieces headphones over her ears, she heard the start of an agonised moan of joyful surrender desperation before natural sound was banished from her pink-sunned universe.
When Mistress’ voice spilled into her slavemind brain, dripping with Her pleasant hypnotically enthralling cadences, her eager lips moved slavishly to whisper again the mantras of her obedience.
When sisterslave’s hand slipped under her gown, she felt the resonant vibrations of her devotions as she prayed to her Goddess begged to be permitted to cum as hot, wet darkness filled her mind.
When she heard Goddess’ reply, her star went nova.
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