The sensation of the device is overwhelming

Lux isn’t sure what to expect from the device as it begins the work of draining her. At first, there is only a faint vibration that builds in intensity – and as it presses against her most sensitive areas, the feeling is strangely pleasurable. Then a jolt goes through her, a miniature version of the agonising shock that knocked her out earlier. This time, it is subtle enough not to be very painful, but somehow sets her nerves alight.

Her heartbeat quickens and she pants for breath as the feeling grows in intensity. Her vision wavers. Surely, there’s no world where she could be enjoying this? But through the fog of fatigue, through the overload of her senses, the strange thrill of powerlessness – warmth builds in her lower belly.

She fights it with every ounce of will she has left, but she’s powerless to stop it. Her pants and groans of exertion give way to a breathless, defeated moan as the pleasure pulses to a climax, leaving her trembling in her restraints. At the same moment, she can feel something being drained out of her – some measure of her life-****, her innate magic, surrendered to fuel the machine.

She writhes helplessly in the device’s grip as the sensations begin to build again. Again she tries for all she’s worth to hold back. Again, she finds herself moaning in defeat. It’s too much. Panic rises as she imagines this going on and on, with no escape…