Lindsay ran her fingers across her sopping wet pussy and then raised them to her lips and gently sucked on them. A low, soft moan came from her, followed by a whimper.
It shouldn’t feel this good to be down on her hands and knees, her ass on display, her fingers between her lips, and she knew it. She knew it was the programming that they’d been pounding in to her mind over the last week. Days and days spent with the helmet covering her eyes and ears, the constant drip of the drug cocktail that was being fed in to her arm, the ever present buzzing of the vibrator pressed up against her clit.
She wasn’t sure when she’d lost the fight, perhaps on the hundredth orgasm they had induced? The five hundredth? The thousandth?
It was all such a blur, with only the pleasure being clear and distinct.
She heard footsteps come up behind her and without thinking she lowered her face to the floor and pushed her ass up as high as she could.
Another whimper escaped her lips, “Puh… puh… please…” her voice crackled as she swayed her ass slightly.
“Please what?” the strong voice of a man replied.
She let out a gasp, a man meant a cock! A cock meant she might get fucked!
The programming sent her pussy into overdrive as goosebumps formed all over her body.
“Puh… please Sir… fuck me… use me…” she replied and her body quivered in excitement.
“And what will you do to get me to… use… you?”
“Anything Sir… just tell me… use me…”
“Anything? Will you stop fighting the programming? Let it completely rewrite you in to a perfect little fuck doll, owned and operated by the company?”
She let out another little whimper, “Yes… yes Sir. Lindsay will let you reprogram her into the perfect fuck doll. Owned and operated by the company. Lindsay needs to be used. Lindsay needs to be owned. Lindsay needs to be sold off as a product of the company.”
Her stomach did back flips as she spoke, her pussy quivered in anticipation as she felt fingers push the thong that barely covered her the side. The she let out a animalistic groan as she felt a hard, fat, hard cock push inside of her.
When it was over, she was splayed out on the tile floor, her mind an open book waiting for the helmet to finish the job that it had started so that she could be sold and earn the company a profit.
