I can't fight the machine much longer. Even now I'm only grasping at parts of myself, like catching part of your reflection in shards of a mirror after the mirror has been shattered. While the machine gives me a few sweet moments of relief I need to piece together what I know, so I can continue to fight.
My name is...fuck..what is my name? I can't remember, is it Tom? Or is it Trixie? It must be Trixie, Tom is a silly boy's na....oh fuck, snap out of it Tom. That's what this machine does to you, it breaks down who you are, and replaces it with some slut. A wonderful cock sucking, damn, there it goes again. The second my focus wanders Trixie takes over.
I was just walking to class, fresh off of blowing those sexy guys in..ugh, no I was walking to class after breakfast. When I felt a prick in my side. As soon as I realized it I passed out, I had no concept of time, and when I woke up I had no idea if an hour had gone by, or a month. What I did realize right away was a feeling of being penetrated. Looking down I saw two things that shouldn't have been there and something that should have was missing. Two perfect tits sat on my chest, and between my legs my dick was gone, and in it's place was a pussy currently strapped to a sybian.
I tried to move, but both my arms and legs were tied, and I couldn't move more than a fraction of an inch. My captors, whoever they are, have not made themselves known. If I could see them though I would bend over and present my pretty little pussy to them; shit again with Trixie, I would beat the shit out of them. The first time the machine turned on it was just a whirlwind of pleasure. At first I had no idea how to resist, and a good deal of my life was washed away as wave after wave of pleasure hit my clit, and ran all the way to my brain.
The scary thing is that even though I now know how to fight back, it's hard to tell where I end and Trixie begins. My entire life seems to be a blur of being a boy and a girl, and even now I'm not entirely sure who I really am. Being tied down and fucked senseless is such a turn on for me I don't know how much longer I can hold out. See? Even that, I can't remember if I have always been submissive or if is Trixie's influence. Every time the machine turns on it......oh fuck, it just turned back on, fuck I can feel it in my mind, probing for places it can break through my defenses.
Every time I give something up it rewards me with a little more pleasure, my pretty little pussy is so drenched, just ready for some big hunky guy to come in and give me what I.. focus Trix.....Tom, I have to admit the thrill of fighting is a bit of a turn on, knowing what the inevitable outcome is, being a bad little slut who fights with her master. Oh fuck, I just came thinking about master disciplining me for fighting my training. Oh fuck the machine just kicked it into high gear.
Oh no, the machine has found my weakness, my submissiveness, its over, I only have a few seconds, must fight it, damn what was my name Tom? Tim? Trish? Trixie! That's my name, weird I have some weird memories of growing up as a boy, but how could an adorable slut like me have grown up as a boy? Boys are yummy but I have no desire to be one. God this vibrator is making me so wet. I wish my master would come in and fuck me senseless. I don't even know his name but for some reason the name Tom keeps ringing in my head. Oh well, might as enjoy the vibrator while I wait for master.