Give in to the pleasure...

Through your haze, you saw Red's face smiling evilly at you from above your abused pussy, and the line of men started surrounding the bowl again. The soft hardness fucking you increased pace again, bringing you to convulsions and flashing stars behind your eyes.
"I can't...stop...fucking...you!" he growled, accenting each word with a harder, deeper thrust than the one before. He leaned forward, grabbing your shuddering tits and squeezed. You tried to form words behind gritted teeth, to beg for it to stop, but the painful pleasure would only allow your whimpering cries. The men moved forward, and Red leaned towards your clit. His veiny dick began whipping his jizz into a frothy foam as it pounded your slobbering pussy, while Red's hot mouth sucked on your juicy labia and clit, overloading your loins with blasts of sensation. You felt as if your head was exploding, your consciousness reduced to a tiny pinprick, inundated by electric shocks. The men above you spurted their cream all over you, uncaring of your convulsing, gurgling screams. Your mind existed in a vacuum as his fleshy sausage and Red's wet, hot, exploring mouth over-stimulated your raw genitals.

You were an orgasm tuning fork, existing only to feel euphoric, pulsing pleasure. Nothing else mattered...your identity was cumming. Sounds faded as though you were submerged in an ocean, being hammered by the surf, but the water was your endless climaxing...

"According to her last scan, she's been experiencing constant orgasm for 2 days now," the Man said in Japanese to the assistant behind him, never taking his eyes from your quivering form in the bed through the door's observation window. "She seems to only respond physically to outside stimuli of her erogenous zones."
"Is she aware of where she is, or how long it's been?" inquired the assistant.
"No. There's no successful communication, or response to the usual tests."
"Didn't the compound wear off? How could her vagina still trigger this effect?"
"I only have theories, but it seems the compound in a strong enough dose can, in some rare cases, trigger a re-wiring of brain chemistry in the pleasure centers to...in effect, stay switched 'on'," the Man explained clinically. "I'm still studying her," he paused, licking his lips, "thoroughly." "We have to replace her fluids and change her sheets twenty times in a day." He finally looked back at the assistant, grinning. "Would you like to taste her vaginal fluid...for science?"

The assistant stared at you curled up on your side, your naked, sweaty body twitching and tortured erotic moans escaping your mouth. He noticed your puffy, swollen pudenda dribbling milky fluid steadily across the back of your leg and soaking the sheet beneath you. He turned to the Man, the bulge in his pants crawling in excitement. "Yes...anything to advance science for the greater good." He felt his excitement grow as the Man slowly opened the creaking door...