Aria knew it was happening, she could feel it now. Obedience. Somewhere in the back of her mind, she knew it would feel better to submit than to keep fighting. They knew all her secrets, all the ways to turn her on and leave her leaking from her slit. They could keep her horny and desperate almost indefinitely, melting her will while she rode the edge of one long, delicious orgasm that was always just out of reach.
She shook in the chair and for the first time wrestled with her bonds, not to escape, but to get a hand inside her thong.
Her clit was on fire and the best she could do was writhe in the straps and grind against her lace underwear. Just the thought of how she must look, bucking in the chair for a chance to pinch and slap her clit into blissful oblivion, had her closer to the edge than any lover had ever taken her. Her mind was spread open, as dripping and exposed as her slick nexus, and she was desperate for them to slip something in and mindfuck her into submission.
Aria opened her eyes and let the swirling colors pour into her; melting the pink folds of her mind into a hot-n-sticky mess between her slave-slick thighs and wondered how the Impero Research Institute would put her aching pussy-brain to work…