imagine being trapped inside a massive facility, filled with high tech machinery. perhaps even a spaceship or something. with a rogue AI management system that won't let you leave. you are alone.
okay, now imagine that the facility - the AI - is playful. seductive, even. who knows whether or not machines can feel attraction - the way this one is acting seems to suggest yes, but at some point it stops mattering. what matters is that it's playing with you.
you are running, and a friendly little "reminder: no running!" sign pops up on all the display screens you pass. doors you open, keypads you touch give you a playful little shock. sometimes a series, a careful pattern in such quick succession you can't process it, that leaves your nerves buzzing all too pleasantly for minutes afterwards.
the intercom speakers crackle to life, but instead of a human voice you hear a long, droning tone that makes your mind feel sluggish and your limbs feel exhausted. or perhaps a buzzing, vibrating hum, so low you can barely hear it, but you can feel it through your entire body, and you can feel it touch parts deep inside of you that leave you kneeling on the floor, trying to catch your breath through the overwhelming pleasure. maybe it's a pattern of tones that oscillate, high and low, so fast you can't understand it, and eventually you just start laughing. it makes your head feel so fuzzy, everything feels so good. and you end up walking in a random direction, too confused to notice.
maybe all those sounds come regularly, at random intervals, in patterns you can't begin to comprehend, until you react to them instinctually. you can't begin to fight them anymore.
maybe before you know it, you find yourself in a room with huge screens, a gentle buzzing sound coaxing you inside, stirring all that arousal inside you around and around. you're far too dumb at this point to feel any hesitancy. as soon as you enter the screens click into life with captivating patterns, random but perfectly symmetrical in ways you can't exactly understand, but which captivates your attention entirely. you are relaxed. the intercom crackles to life again with soothing, grinding, pumping noises, that you find yourself breathing in time with. so relaxed. it feels so good to be in this room.
before you can have a thought, there is a new sound, and you're on your knees on the floor, lost to the pleasure inside you. swirling colours and flashing lights and the long droning, grinding, buzzing, and now you're limp on your back, except for your limbs twitching as imagined electrical shocks kiss your body. you're cumming harder than you ever have. the facility hums in approval at this twitching creature inside it, the human thing it's so enamoured with, lost in euphoria, and you feel proud that you've pleased it. and then everything shuts off and in the abrupt absence of all the noise, all the light, all the sensation, your brain follows its programming and shuts down. you sleep. you forget.
and then, at the sound of a pleasant simulated bell, you wake up. you have to get out of here.
"Harembait" is a fun one. Like you just see a girl and think that she would look really pretty in a skimpy see-through outfit and a golden collar. Girl who was meant to kneel on a cushion in front of my throne. Girl who is extremely easy to Capture. You know the type.
Why are you wearing that outfit if you don't want to be ripped from your hometown and carried away to a resplendent palace where you are waited on hand and foot in exchange for sexually servicing an unwashed barbarian warlord? You're literally asking for it...
Local girl insists on "going to work" and "paying rent" when she would be such a good harem girl and is totally built for servicing unwashed barbarian girlcock.
It's so important to praise her for all the dirty, humiliating things she does for you. Teach her that the best way to gain your approval is being dumb, slutty, and obedient. You continually reward her for behaving like a whore she will eventually internalize that praise and it will rewire her perspective.
I’m feeling very vulnerable right now, so I’m very easy to manipulate and take advantage of. I’m sure you wouldn’t use that information with any bad intentions though, right?
She couldn't understand why, but she just couldn't tell him "no". Something about his tone, his confidence... The heat between her legs when she obeyed... It made her head so fuzzy and it only got worse the more embarrassing the act was....
Laugh at me over the sound of my cheeks clapping against you as you tell me he's never coming back, while you use me for your own perverted pleasure. Secretly thanking my dad in your head for abandoning me and turning me into this broken little mess on the end of your cock, knowing i'll do anything for the attention and approval of a dirty old man.
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