A wisp of a smile touched my lips and swiftly disappeared. The men thought I was close and crowed but they were wrong. I wasn’t close. I never would be close again. Ian still held that part of me hostage to his false love. They turned on the machines now. Vibrations exploded all over me from the machines.

I bucked and moaned not because it was pleasurable to me but because the intensity was too much and it almost hurt. I still wasn’t anywhere close to coming but it was jarring to have that sort of stimulation on or in my most vulnerable and sensitive parts. Now to have all my parts hit at once with such force made me feel something far different than pleasure.

They were only getting started though. Little by little they watched and adjusted the levels of vibration down until they saw what worked better on me. When they got me in a better place with the vibes, they worked up the intensity levels slowly letting for the time being, the machines alone, invade my body.

They were patient. They started to get hard again. I became worried at those signs of further abuse and rape. Yet, I also felt some excitement. I wanted to hurt myself for that. It wasn’t right to feel this way. Why was I? What was I?

I suddenly thought about what people had expected me to do with my life. I realized that I would never become an actress, singer or model now. Even if I got away from them, I couldn’t picture a life outside of here, not really. As much as I wanted it I couldn’t see how to live a normal life after all this. I closed my eyes and tried to do so. I tried hard but I had no vision of a future for myself now. All of those dreams were gone. I was sweating but I felt cold.

I felt let down about my future. It was essentially gone now and yet, in a strange way, I was also freed. I didn’t have to worry about succeeding or failing. I wasn’t being given those choices anymore. A strange sense of peace settled over me even while I was being violated. My body began to feel tight and to tingle but it was still no use. There was no way I was going to come. There was nothing they could do to make that happen. I relaxed even further at that thought even with this strange horrible torture they were so rudely performing. I closed my eyes.

“What is wrong with her?” I heard a voice ask but I didn’t bother to figure out who it was. I just tried not to smile.

“He took control of her and her climaxes. This will take a while. The conditioning will be harder to do now but we will prevail, after all, we have all the time in the world.” The Magician said. It was his voice. I knew it too well now from all those hours with him. He had put me back together in a way but only to bring me to this ruin.

Little by little the men took the machines away except for the one on my clit. They rubbed oils on my body that made my skin feel gradually hotter until I thought I was on fire. The oil was squeezed under the vibe onto my clit too and the machines were put back on and inside me. I was also given a small cup of “water” to drink. Then they started all over again.

I couldn’t stand all of this. They were turning me inside out. I was dripping now. I could feel it. That was wrong of course and should have been embarrassing but I was glad because it helped cut the burning. I wanted to beg for relief but I couldn’t bring myself to do so. They watched me as if I were a science experiment. They fucked me again.

Everywhere their cocks went, in my hair, wedged against and sometimes inside the outer canal of my ear, against my nose, even the hollow of my throat, it felt like I was being punched and couldn’t breathe. They kept on like demons or satyr’s until I was covered inside and out in their juices. These they rubbed, into my skin everywhere the oil was not. Each time I was open anywhere they replaced their cocks with a machine or their machines with a cock plugging my openings until I once again feared and wished that I would not have enough air to live. They wouldn’t make it that simple or that final though; they were meticulous in working their own agenda.

This might have gone on for hours or days. I lost track. I lost my mind. I was crying at some point and begging for them to stop when I had my mouth and throat free to beg with. I felt I was being ripped apart with sensation, and fatigue. Eventually I felt my body building into an orgasm that ripped though me but left me completely unsatisfied.

They laughed and hooted. “Did you hear the sounds you just made?” The Magician asked. I shook my head no as well as I could. This was their cue to mimic that sound and make fun of me. They had recorded it too. They began to play it back both the sound and to project the pictures of me being used and yet coming. I was mortified. I hadn’t known they were recording this. I cried some more and closed my eyes.

“Make your noises again!” They demanded.

They made me practice. They made me sound off at their every touch. They made me squeeze their fingers while they were inside me anywhere. After a while they were satisfied or perhaps just too tired to continue. I had no way of knowing what they would do next or what to expect. They simply stopped without warning and left the room.

I think it took me a while to realize they had stopped. The assault on my body and mind had ended. When this soaked into my head, I opened my eyes and found darkness. I was alone in the dark again. I was naked. I was still restrained. How I wished for someone like the Lady to come for me but I didn’t want her to see how I must look. It was bad enough when I was here before but now I was covered in their sticky fluids like some used thing. Hell I was a used thing. I shuddered at my dark thoughts.

Eventually the orderlies came for me. They cleaned me up and took me back to my padded cell. I thought it was strange to be comforted by it but I was. That horrible cell was safe compared to the conditioning room.

I continued to be conditioned for the next two nights. There were variations but soon I was so mixed up I couldn’t concentrate on the details of what they did. My job was to like it or at least seem to convincingly.

Hunger was now a constant inside me. They allowed me to only eat or drink that which their bodies gave off and some “water.” I was becoming a shell of who I’d been. I was becoming an animal.

The fourth night they told me I was going to The Buffet Room. They said I would be the centerpiece. I had no idea what they meant by this but if food were involved I couldn’t wait. Finally some food! I thought with the sort of hopeful joy only those who have truly been without can appreciate.

I was allowed to bathe. I was strongly encouraged to clean and rinse thoroughly. After I was done, I was inspected which made me feel only slightly embarrassed. I didn’t even think about the difference then in what would cause me embarrassment and what no longer would. I was so eager to go to the buffet and eat. I think I probably had a smile on my face and did exactly as I was told.

It was probably the first day I hadn’t cried in a week. The orderlies told me to lie down on a table and I did. Maybe I should have known what was going to happen but I don’t think such a thing had ever occurred to me or would have. They began to tie me down. It felt right in a way because it was routine now. Some time later I realized things had gone horribly wrong.

I wondered how it came to this? How did I get here, lying tied up, alone and covered in food that I couldn't reach or eat? All sorts of people filed into the room. Their eyes were shiny and full of expectation. I tried to catch some of their eyes with my own green one's, to communicate to them what I wanted and needed and to plead with them. How silly was I to still hope for kindness? It did me no good at all that I could tell.

They began to lick and nibble at me, causing both ripples of heat and shivers, to pass through my body. The sensations traveled and rode my skin pleasantly and that shocked me even more. When had I become so ready for this sort of degradation? I grew moist and needy, moving for them, begging with my hips for what I needed. Some seemed to notice, my heart fluttered feeling that torturous hope and then, after eying my snatch or the food on me they would back to my torso, licking and nibbling at other delectable bits that lay on or in my body.