Re: Cops vs Slavers (Blueslime, Silentsilth, 64bitbot)
Gwen felt herself be lain gently into a chair, her ankles being secured before she was uncuffed. Then her wrists were each strapped against the arms of the chair with leather straps and buckles.
What's happening? What is this chair?
The man put some sort of mechanical device around her head, adjusting the straps until it was snug against her skull. A visor flipped down in front of her eyes, dimming the outside real world without totally obscuring it. The bulk of the head band was in the back near her cerebellum, but two prongs on either side of her head pressed against her all the way along her temporal lobes and ended in two electrode pads pressing against her forehead, near her temples.
"Goodbye, old you. Hello, new you," the man said, and through the dizziness and the headache, warning bells screamed inside Gwen's mind. Not this! Anything but this! She'd heard of the Red Viper's hypnosis machine technology. Black market, highly illegal equipment that had been officially banned world wide.
She struggled weakly against the straps, but stopped when the man flicked a switch and suddenly soothing lights began to play across her eyes with the visor, and the prongs that were strapped along the side of her head began to hum, playing gentle musical notes that caused Gwen to grow sleepy. She felt a mild electrical current in the electrodes at her temples, and then one at the base of her cerebellum, where the machine would teach her unwanted muscle memories to further bolster the false identity that she was about to slowly receive through multiple sessions with this loathsome device.
I must escape from this after this first session is done. I must not be tied here for too many sessions...
Then the images began to play in her mind. She saw the man who had captured her, and she began to imagine him naked, standing in front of her, a rock hard erection presented just inches from her mouth. She imagined having the urge to wrap her small mouth around it and taste his length with her tongue.
No! You don't want him, Gwen! You have a boyfriend. At least fantasize about your boyfriend... Maybe you can trick the machine that way?
Gwen attempted first to toss away the image of fellatio and the man completely, but it kept coming back persistently. She began to try to alter only small things, like making the man's face appear as her boyfriend's, but even that change was not allowed. She was stuck with the image of this cruel man who had put her here. She imagined sucking him off noisily and messily, getting hornier and hornier while doing so. Then she imagined him cumming in her mouth and on her face, and she flinched inwardly.
No... This isn't me... I don't want... that...
The man in the hallucination just smiled and petted her, then told her to turn around, bend over, and stick out her ass. She imagined herself turning to obey. And her urge to protest this image became fainter and fainter.
(All hail Hypno Toad!)