Everything slips away...

The bound heroine tries to thrash around, consumed by fear as she hears the arms spinning around her with a soft thrum, picking up speed with each rotation. She felt the whole apparatus begin to vibrate softly as unseen mechanisms went to work all around the chamber. The chains and **** conspired to keep her stretched taut and totally exposed as the machine began its work.

She was dazzled as the lights along the spinning arms lit up all at once, bathing her in a harsh artificial glow and illuminating her bound form. She squeezed her eyes shut crying out as she was momentarily blinded by the white glare. She grit her teeth, trying desperately to summon some strength before this could progress any further, her fear at the redheads earlier threats causing her breath to come in sharp gasps. Her toned limbs flexed and pulled, but there was no give in the thick restraints and soon the light began to grow brighter, so bright that her eyelids couldn't keep it all out.

She groaned to herself as she felt the first sensations of a headache take root behind her eyes, a deep ache that lodged itself in her skull and grew stronger with every passing moment. After a few seconds her groan became a drawn out moan, then a whimper as the sensation intensified until it felt as if her skull her going to burst. Desperately, she opened her eyes again, blinking rapidly to try and clear the spots that danced across her vision. Some sensor must have been monitoring her as the lights dimmed immediately, dropping from blinding to merely dazzling, and the pain receded with it.

The arms must have been at full speed now, a dizzying blur of white light that spun about faster than her eyes could track. She tried to fixate on one singular lamp but her vision swam, the lights blurring together until she could no longer discern anything beyond bands of white. The whole effect was rather entrancing actually and she found herself being drawn into it somehow as the memory of the headache faded. She could just watch the lights, there would be an answer in there. A way out. An escape. A...

She snapped her awareness back to the present, shaking loose that strange compulsion and rattling her restraints furiously again. She shut her eyes tight again, determined not to be drawn in, but a scream tore itself from her lungs as the headache returned immediately, like a hot spike jammed into her brain. Her eyelids flew open in shock and she saw the lights again, spinning all around her, soothing the ache in her skull...

***

The redhead watched intently as Starlight let out another silent scream, her pretty lips stretching wide as she howled into the soundproof chamber. She'd been repeating this cycle for almost an hour now, pulling herself back from the brink of slipping under over and over again. There were sensors studded throughout the chamber, taking a hundred different measurements every second, and tailoring the program to her responses. Every time she closed her eyes it was captured by cameras who fed that information into the system. The lights would intensify and ultrasonic sound would flood the chamber, punishing her for her resistance. If she opened her eyes again, it would all fade, and the longer she watched those spinning lights, the more susceptible she would be for the next stage.

It was the classic carrot and stick approach, and it was making her wet. She ran a gloved finger along the crotch of her rubber leggings, feeling the heat of her wet sex through the thin rubber. She gasped slightly and worked her fingers back and forth, gently stroking herself as she watched Starlight scream again. She always made it a point to try and enjoy the journey, rather than rushing toward the destination, and she had to say that this part of the process was almost as fun as the end result. Watching them fight against their fate, suffering needlessly, it always lit a real fire in her. She ran her tongue over her painted lips before reaching over and pressing a single key, moving the machine onto stage two.

Leaning back in her chair, she spread her legs wide and prepared to enjoy the show.

***

Starlight was shaking, her body slick with perspiration beneath her costume. Her breath came in short, hard gasps as she tried in vain to keep her eyes shut. She lasted no more than a few seconds before the pain grew too intense and she sagged against her bonds, her gaze returning to the spinning lights.

She didn't know how long she'd been in here, it could have been mere minutes, hours or even days. All she knew was that she was losing. Every time she opened her eyes the lights held her attention for a little longer. Every time she closed them the pain grew more intense and her ability to resist it diminished. She felt exhausted, but beneath it all, confused. What was the purpose of all this? ****? The Redhead had said wicked things about implanting ideas or draining her thoughts but this didn't seem to be anything of the sort. Was she immune? A flicker of hope sprang into life inside her and she grabbed it. It must not work on her, all she had to do was wait it out, resist it and she'd be able to get out of this. They can't break her, she's Starlight!

A moment later something in the lights changed. It was so quick that she wasn't even sure if she had imagined it but no, there it was again. A tiny blue flicker in the spinning bands of white. It was gone as soon as she found it, blinking out and reappearing elsewhere like a will-o-the-wisp she had heard stories of as a child. It kept blinking in and out, never appearing in the same place, and she felt a vague sense of frustration settled as she tried to find a pattern. Soon all her attention was focused on it, her eyes fixed on the white bands of light. Her other thoughts fell away, her awareness narrowing and she searched for it, unknowingly falling deeper and deeper into a trance. Soon that blue light split and became a pair, then a trio of blinking lights that spun and danced around each other, splitting her attention and her thoughts even further.

She hadn't realised it, but she had stopped struggling now. The heroine simply stared forwards with wide, unblinking eyes, held up by her restraints more than her own body.

Green lights started to flash, joining the blue. Red followed, then purple. Orange and yellow were soon added into the mix, each one stripping away more of her awareness until she was fully submerged, her mind lost in the kaleidoscope of dazzling colours. Time seemed to stretch and lose all meaning, a pleasant haze enveloping her mind. Thinking was becoming harder. Thinking made her head hurt. It was so much simpler to just watch the lights, to let the, play over her vision in complex patterns she she just couldn't quite grasp. A little drool escaped from her lips, sliding unheeded down her chin to drop onto her sweaty suit. It didn't matter, nothing mattered anymore. This was better. Simpler. There was no evil here, how could something so pretty be evil?

Starlight's thoughts slowed, her memories, values and desires all slowly fading away. It started with recent, surface level memories. How she got here, why she had been investigating this place, what she ate earlier, what she had said to her neighbours this morning. Once those had been stripped away, the lights began to work deeper into her subconscious, eroding deeper beliefs and thoughts. They were relentless, boring through her mind, separating her from the very things that made her who she was.

It took time. Her waking mind was fully occupied by the machine, but her subconscious still fought to hold itself together, to preserve what made her Starlight. She put up a valiant effort, but it was an inevitability. It drilled down to her very core.

Her likes and dislikes.

Her origin.

Her family.

Her morals.

Her name.

***

The redhead strode into the deactivated chamber, advancing on the bound figure at it's centre like a hungry predator approaching a fresh kill. She reached up and tenderly grasped Starlights chin in her gloved hand, lifting her face gently into the light and brushing a few damp strands of hair aside. She ran her tongue over her perfect ruby lips, and stared directly into the heroines blank eyes.

"Oh yes... you are going to make such a wonderful toy to play with. You're an empty vessel for me... Now, I suppose the question is do I keep you as my blank little dolly. Or do I fill up that empty head of yours with some delicious new ideas?"