Not that different

When you open your eyes, unsure of what time it is, you come to the realization that your brain, thank the Stars, was not altered to an utter and complete extent. You still perceive yourself as Adelyn, and you still want to get out of this cell. Except that you are now at least ten times hornier than you used to be. But that can actually be a good thing!

For some time, perhaps a couple days, you are left in your cell, served food through a dildo in regular intervals. After that, your training begins, kept to a tight schedule, so you wouldn't lose your sanity.

In the morning, you receive breakfast, then you are escorted to a room full of pillows and bondage items. You are made to kneel on one of the pillows, then the instructor starts to test your endurance with certain devices, even strengthening it on the long run.

At noon, you are strapped to a treadmill, and made to walk in the ballet boots in different tempos, each failure accompanied by an electroshock. Sometimes you see Elena at another treadmill. You are afraid to greet each other, so you merely exchange glances, on occasions accompanied by a nod.

At night, you are escorted to the fuck-cabin, at least that is what you call it in your head, judging by the bed serving as the sole furniture, and the rows of guards and other personnel eager to thoroughly explore your holes. Thanks to the nanites, this place soon becomes your favorite place in the entire sector!

In the evening, you are escorted back to your cell, knelt down and blindfolded. You receive your dinner through the dildo, then you can finally get some sleep, well needed after all the trials. And the cycle just keeps repeating. For entire six months that is.

For some time, you are able to keep yourself together. But as one month passes after the other, you lose all sense of shame and dignity, your mind so prudish to keep clinging onto these. Free, you find yourself thinking differently. Yearning to do all the wicked things you previously locked yourself away from. Alas, when the time comes, and you are escorted to the podium at the **** auction, there is nothing left inside you but the will to serve whoever happens to buy you.

BAD END: SOLD OFF