It was just a regular scouting run for Aloy. Nothing too out of the ordinary. Scout the forest, take care of any machines along the way, no problem. It was all pretty routine, until she got a little too comfortable and didn't notice the tripwire right in her path. One wrong step and the wire tripped an electrical trap, rendering her unconscious.
It wasn't until much later that she began to stir, and several things became very clear rather quickly to Aloy as her senses returned to her. Number one, she couldn't move at all. Hung from the ceiling, she was covered in heavy metal bindings. Her legs hog-tied behind her, arms behind her back, elbows nearly touching, keeping her in a sort of floating hogtie. Number two, all of her clothes had been removed. The lack of any clothing wasn't too uncomfortable for her, but the round metal objects attached to her breasts and clit were cause for concern. Lastly, there were monitors all around her head. Everywhere she could turn her head (which wasn't much), she saw blank screens. Her struggling amounted to nothing more than the creaking of metal and sweat forming on her body.
After what felt like hours, Aloy felt a peculiar touch on her soles. Not being able to turn around and see what was going on, she could only feel as tiny mechanical hands started poking and dragging along her feet. One hand became three, three became five, and before long many more were put to the task of finding sensitive spots along her body. They were restless in their motions, and no amount of laughing, screaming, or yelling would get them to stop.
Half an hour into her ordeal, the screens around her head came to life, and swirling spirals filled her vision. She knew they were trying to break her down, get inside her head. Aloy tried to turn her head away and not look at any of the screens. It was all well and good, up until a strap came down from her mechanical bindings and attached across her forehead, forcing her to look forward, pulled tight enough across her brows she couldn't close her eyes all the way. A metal gag slowly came next, pressed into her mouth with cold precision and ending any verbal retorts she may have had about her current predicament.
Aloy was fighting with everything she had in her, but she knew that she would eventually break. Almost as if waiting for her to make that resignation, the vibrators attached to her most sensitive areas sprang to life. There was no build up and no warning. The vibrators simply kicked on at their highest setting, sending her over the edge. As the tickling and hypnotic images continued with their constant, unrelenting attentions, the persistent flood of pleasure forced Aloy's mind to snap. Her mind completely blank, she simply looked into the screens, her eyes relaxed, allowing the machines to break down her will and shape it into whatever they wanted.
"STEP 1 COMPLETE..." A monotone voice rang out.
"ANOMALY SUBDUED... BEGIN REPROGRAMMING...."
The low hum from the vibrators, whirring from the mechanical arms, and soft muffled moans were all that could be heard as the doors to facility slowly shut.
Tags: bondage, bdsm, living bondage, tentacles, peril, tickling, tickle torture, dildo gag, gagged, vibrators, mind control, video games
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Story by TheMissingLink |
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Artwork by Giusy Ianiello |
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