Remain "clogged"

You go through the motions because that’s what’s in the script, but after a minute of tugging with no release, you hear the stagehands start to worry. Fifteen more seconds and the curtain drops to some boos and some clapping from people oblivious as to how it was supposed to end.

The girl exits to the right. She doesn’t look back and you suspect she won’t even realize that she told you anything. Elana probably just programmed it into her.

You’re ushered off by an old stagehand and dressed in a robe.

“Sleep,” the woman says in a raspy voice. It does little to you but you’re already half-gone so you don’t need to go much deeper. She and another person rush you along a back hallway and pass you off to a waiting Katja.

“He didn’t finish,” she tells her.

“Really?” says Katja, annoyed and also worried, knowing that this will create even more problems. “Please send Ana a full error report on this. She wants a heightened culture of compliance around here.”

She pulls out a phone to send a text, presumably to Ana, and then starts leading you back.

“I hope you’re not an issue too,” she says, technically talking to you, but this is clearly more of a conversation with herself. “Nah, you’re older, you haven’t done this in a while, maybe you don’t even have much lead left in that pencil,” she justifies to herself.

She doesn’t take you back to your room, but instead to Kim, who looks to have already prepped her machines in advance.

“What a day,” she says. “Let’s get him on the table and get this over with. Is Ana coming?”

“Unfortunately not, she’s been working every night this week and after today I think she needed some time off and a drink.”

“I hear that,” says Kim, reaching into a mini-fridge under some equipment to pull out a beer.

“No Kim, Ana’s orders. We are following every guideline we have. Something is going on this week and the suits will want a full audit if they get wind of this.”

Kim puts the beer down and starts hooking you up as you lay on the table. She runs some scans, first some basic triggers that she used when you were brought here in your first body. But unlike then, you now pass the tests easily. Then she checks your seminal fluid levels and urethra.

“Everything looks fine, I don’t get it,” she says.

“It could be a coincidence,” Kim offers.

“Three malfunctions in two days? I don’t think so. Sam has something to do with this, I’m sure of it.” Katja is worried and already starting to cast blame.

“Sam’s long gone. And couldn’t possibly be accessing the system…“

Elana comes running in.

“I heard what happened,” she exclaims. “I need to know what’s going on. I have girls to look out for and some of them are hearing rumors.”

“Calm down El,” says Kim. “We’re looking into it. This could be part of a pattern or this guy just needs his pipes cleaned. Let’s not jump to conclusions before the analysis. In fact, we could use an extra hand, wanna stick around and save the day again?”

Elana looks surprised by the offer. She was coming in expecting a fight. Instead she nods and motions for Kim to continue.

“Ok, so by the book then…what are the next protocols here Katja?” Kim asks.

“After basic diagnostics, we need to move on to root causing. We’ll try some advanced erotic programming in the chair and if that doesn’t work, we’ll use machine stimulation. Ten minutes of each.”

“Great, let’s get him in the chair girls. El can you help Katja, I’m still a bit sore from earlier.” Kim asks.

They lift you up and set you in the chair. Elana stumbles when setting me down, knocking Kim’s laptop off the table beside it. She hurriedly picks it up and you briefly glimpse that she’s opened an executable before it quickly disappears. Very clever girl. Kim, other than being a bit frustrated at Elana’s clumsiness, has no idea. Neither does Katja.

When they bring your visor down, you see for the first time that it has electrodes built into it to go around your head. This must be what Elana will use to restore you.

The first round of erotic brainwashing is intense. You know you’re in a chair but you feel women touching you all over, sucking you, fucking you. You’re rigid, moaning, sweating and straining. But if you didn’t cum inside the petite blond, you will not cum during this.

“Clogged,” you think over and over. Near the end of the programming it gets more intense. You feel every part of your mind and body stimulated. Women are whispering and moaning in your ears while your brain is flooded with chemicals that signal release. But you repeat Elana’s mantra and don’t cum.

Ten minutes down and you’re doing ok. The programming stops and they lift the visor. It then takes them another few minutes to get the milking machine set up. You see Elana glance at her watch. You can hear the hypnotic brainwashing still echoing in your head.