Until someone checks up on her.

Time was a meaningless concept to Gabrielle. All she could focus on was the endless cycle of fucking, begging, and cumming. Over and over the machine used her finely tuned runes to bring her to the edge of an earth-shattering orgasm, and kept her there until she had begged in the appropriate way. In the beginning, she tried to hold back as long as she could, but her body was burning with unfulfilled desires. One orgasm was not enough to satisfy the fire of desperation raging inside of her, and the machine worked to tease her plenty to compensate for every orgasm she was given.

'Please may this **** cum?'

For what felt like the thousandth time, she begged in just the right way to satisfy the magics controlling the machine. The green glowing crystal in front of her eyes flashed brightly, and a split second later, Gabrielle's screams of passion and euphoria filled the room as yet another orgasm was **** from her body. Gabrielle sagged against the rope holding her upright, her heavy breathing constricting the cords around her breasts, making her moan softly from the sensations. The machine never stopped fucking her. And the vibrating strip of stones kept up their endless **** against her raw clit. The constant stimulation made sure she never truly came down from her orgasms, and she had been on an orgasm-induced high ever since the machine first made her cum. She was faintly aware that it was intentionally made to keep her mental resistance low, making her more susceptible to the conditioning, but she was completely helpless against the device. She could not resist what it was doing to her, nor could she escape its relentless merciless attack on her sex. She felt the familiar pressure building inside her, knowing full well what was going to happen, and what was expected of her. Without a second thought, she repeated the line that had become synonymous with getting an orgasm.

'Please may this **** cum?'

A flash, and a long, drawn-out scream later, Gabrielle had yet again been **** to cum. On and on it kept going, never giving the young bard a moment of rest. In this fashion, hours slowly ticked by, until the door behind her opened throwing a ray of light into the otherwise dark room. Her frayed mind barely registered that someone stepped into the room, and a second later, the crystals in the corners slowly began to brighten. She heard a *click* and the fake cocks fucking her pussy and ass abruptly stopped, before withdrawing until just the tips were pressed into her overstimulated openings. The strip of coloured crystals also died down, until it was a faint hum just at the edge of her notice. Now that she was finally given a moment the recover, her focus returned to the figure that had just stepped in front of her, blocking out the green glow of the crystal.

It was a young man, roughly her age, early twenties for sure. He stood with a relaxed pose that told her that he had full confidence in his control over the situation. She saw his eyes move up and down as he looked at her bound body with a look that showed equal parts admiration, desire, and professionalism. When he spoke, she heard a young, but clear voice, radiating control.

'Hello, ****. Did you enjoy your time on the bitch breaker? You must be hungry after all that time, so I have been instructed to bring you some food.'

He pointed to the side, and if she turned her head far enough, she could just barely see a small cart. On it stood a decently sized bowl of what smelled like porridge. Seeing the bowl, and worse, smelling its contents, made her realize how exhausted she actually was. It had probably been a long time since she had last eaten, and her stomach growled loudly, causing her to actually blush from embarrassment.

The visitor only laughed at that and turned towards the cart.

'Yes, slaves usually get quite hungry after a while on the bitch breaker. And trust me, you have been on it longer than most. So let's get you some food, shall we?'

He reached for the bowl and picked up the spoon lying next to it. If Gabrielle had thought that she would get to eat herself, that idea was quickly squashed as he approached her with the bowl in hand but made no indication that he would untie her. Instead, he dipped the spoon in the bowl and held it in front of her mouth. The realisation that she was going to be fed like a child shocked her so much that she didn't know what to do for a moment.

'I'm not stupid enough to untie you just yet. So if you want to eat, you better open up and let me feed you. And you better decide about that now, because I have no problem moving on without you being fed.'

The threat of losing her chance to eat was enough to overcome her aversion, and she opened her mouth for him to feed her. With each spoonful, her shame and humiliation grew, but the warm porridge satisfied her body's needs and helped her regain her strength, which was what she needed if she ever wanted to escape from here. After the bowl was empty, he put it back on the cart and reached for something beyond her vision. It was a clay mug filled with crystal-clear water. This too was held in front of her, and he carefully guided her as she eagerly drank the entire mug in one go.

After that, he stood in front of her, and Gabrielle could feel the tension in the room as he silently looked her over. His deep brown eyes may have been handsome in a normal situation, but as she was right now, the way his eyes roamed over her naked and bound body reviled her. After a moment, he nodded to himself.

'I see you had quite a good time. How long did it take for you to realise the purpose of its design? I hope not too long, one **** went mad from desperation because she couldn't understand what was expected of her.'

he reached out a hand and gently cupped one of her breasts. The way the ropes constrained her chest made them stick out prominently, and despite her efforts, she couldn't turn away from his grip. He gently kneaded her soft flesh, and the feeling of another human hand after so long of cold mechanical precision made her shiver in a brief rush of pleasure. He ran his thumb over her nipple, which was still incredibly hard, courtesy of the runes that refused to let her body come down from her sexual high. She moaned softly as she closed her eyes, his fingers were slightly coarse, the sign of someone who was used to using his hands in rough labour, but not overly so. Before she could stop herself, she leaned into his hand, pressing her sensitive tit firmer against his grip.

Her eyes shot open with a sharp gasp as she felt his other hand touch her pussy. His finger circled her clit, firm and throbbing. He pushed down on it, and the little nub was pressed firmly against the crystal strip. The low vibrations ran through her clit, straight into her core, and with each passing moment, she felt the fires inside of her being stoked up once more. When she was openly panting and moaning, he let go of her and stepped back.

'Tell me, ****, do you think the bitch breaker has been successful?'

It took a while for Gabrielle to recover and process his question, but when she did, anger filled every word of her response.

'You think this THING is enough to break me? Did you think that it would turn me into an obedient ****?'

Here, he just laughed, not at all intimidated by her scorn. And why would he? She was completely naked. The dried results of many powerful deep orgasms coating her thighs and lower stomach. And most importantly, she was tied up in such a way that it was completely impossible for her to offer any physical resistance. She was totally at his mercy, they both knew it, and it showed in his entire behaviour.

'Oh no. I mean, I know full well who you and your friend are. To think your willpower would break so soon after being captured would be insulting to your reputation. Besides, other people in the past have managed to resist its effect. Not a lot, mind you, but it has happened. Though most succumb to it and have its lesson firmly imprinted into their body.'

He must have seen the shock on Gabrielle's face when the meaning of his words hit her, as he chuckled before continuing.

'Yes, the device is not meant to turn you into a ****. It is designed to imprint upon your body its lessons. If your will is not strong enough, then your body WILL change to obey what it was taught. But I guess it is meaningless to ask you, as you will probably lie to make yourself feel better. So why don't we make a little wager? We have a beautiful bathing area. Complete with a natural hot water spring, and a team of extremely well-trained servant slaves, ready to fulfil your every command. I'm going to restart the machine, and we will find out whether or not it has been successful. If you manage to cum without asking the proper question, your reward will be that you can use that bath to your heart's content, as much as you want. Even the servants, and will not intervene so long as you try nothing funny. But if you can't, then you will take that bath, with me. And I think you can guess what that will include.'

He circled around the machine, and Gabrielle heard him fiddle with some of the levers. There was a moment of silence before an electric sensation ran throughout her entire being. It lasted only a brief moment, but when it was gone, her body and mind felt cleared and sharper than they had been since Xena and she had been captured.

'There. I have deactivated your control runes. Your body and mind have been returned to how they were before. That way you can't blame it on that should we discover your will was not strong enough. Also, the machine's edging and denial functions have been turned off. Once I pull this lever, it's going to fuck you just as good as it has done so far, but it's not going to end unless I stop it. So. Ready?'

Not waiting for Gabrielle to respond, he pulled the lever to start the machine, and immediately, the two fake cocks began to penetrate her pussy and ass. Gabrielle moaned as they sank deeper and deeper until she was completely filled once more. At the same time, the gentle hum of the crystal strip that had been vibrating just at the edge of her notice grew in intensity as well. Her clit and pussy soon thrummed as the powerful vibrations reverberated through them, and she couldn't stop the lustful cry as the two cocks began to piston back and forth again.

This was bad, it had been only a short while, but she could already feel the pleasure building inside of her. The magic interwoven into the machine had learned well from her reactions and had adjusted its behaviour to maximize her pleasure. She barely noticed the young man circling around her, almost like a predator stalking its prey. His eyes were locked on her with an intensity that scared her, and she turned her head away from him to avoid his gaze.

She tried to keep her reactions under control as best she could, but still found herself grinding her hips against the saddle so as to push her clit harder against the vibrating strip. She moaned and panted and gasped as the machine pushed her closer and closer towards orgasm. The two thrusting cocks began to spin, and the many bumps and ridges stimulated the insides of her pussy and ass in just the right way. After some time, she knew she had lost the battle, as her body began to show the first signs of its impending orgasm.

The pleasure had risen to the point where it was waiting to be released, every muscle was tensed like a coil. She fought the sensations as best she could, but already knew it was a losing fight. Her pussy convulsed around the thrusting and spinning cock, pressing her sensitive G-spot firmly against the ribbed shaft. She opened her mouth, the words at the tip of her tongue, ready to say them. As she saw the man standing there with a knowing grin, she bit down on her tongue to stop the words from coming out. More time went by, and Gabrielle had still not cum. She willed herself to cross that final line, to break through whatever it was that was holding her back. As her mind **** her body onward, her pussy spasmed wildly and a ripple of orgasmic pleasure radiated from her core. She was so close to doing it, just a tiny bit more.

She pored all of her considerable mental strength into forcing her body to obey. She was the one in control dammit, not anyone else. She managed to get just a tiny bit closer and her reward was more pre-orgasmic pleasure rippling constantly from the core of her sex. Her mind and body were overloaded with sexual energy at this moment, and it was all she could think about. She absently heard herself scream in pleasure, and every part of her body was alive and sensitive as she was right at the absolute edge of orgasm. She had given everything she had, every once of her willpower, every bit of control she had over her body. She had poured everything towards breaking through that barrier into orgasm.

And it had failed.

Despite the sweet reward of orgasm being right in front of her, she couldn't do it. No matter how much she denied it, the evidence was overwhelming. She couldn't cum on her own power anymore. The words repeated themself inside her mind over and over, and only her own pride was now holding her back.

_'Please may this **** cum. Please may this **** cum. Please may this **** cum. Please _may this **** cum.'

She opened her mouth, but not to scream, moan, or wail. Instead, a single strangled word was spoken.

'Please.'

'Please what, ****?'

Gabrielle struggled for words, her sanity stretched to the breaking point by the mind-melting pleasure she felt by being at the absolute edge of orgasm.

'Please, you made your point. You win.'

He just stood there, arms crossed, watching her sweat and juice-covered body writhe on the machine. He saw how pent-up her body had become. years of practice had taught him to see the energy straining against the mental block. It was visible in every part of her body. From her ragged constricted breaths to her impossibly hard nipples, swollen to a painful size. To her drenched cunt, overflowing with her juices as her entire body was in a constant state of thinking it was orgasming without actually doing it.

'Clearly. It is painfully obvious you can't cum. You know what to do to make it stop. You can hold on to your pride all you want, but we both know you will give in sooner or later. Personally, I hope for the latter. I love seeing confident bitches being broken by the realization their body is no longer their own.'

She snapped her mouth shut, she would not beg in front of this bastard. But the pleasure. It was so good, and she was so close. She gathered the last dredges of her resolve and energy and threw it against the mental block. The pleasure surged and swelled to new heights, and the ripples intensified as pure orgasmic energy poured out of her pussy. For a moment, she thought that she had won, as she was clearly starting to orgasm. But it didn't follow into the full-blown release she craved.

Tears began to form in her eyes as reality sank in. She had nothing left to give. No matter how hard she tried, no matter how much she fought, she was unable to break the block on her body. Her body rocked with each wave rippling from her pussy. The machine refused to let her come down, and her own efforts in pushing through the blockade only resulted in her being kept on an even higher edge. Trapped on that high, unable to escape it, or go past it, her resistance finally broke. She closed her eyes and spoke the words she knew her body needed.

'Please may this **** cum?'

The last word had barely left her mouth when her entire world came crashing down.

The block she had been fighting against disappeared in an instant, and she shot through it deep into orgasm. Her entire body locked up as all the energy and pleasure that had accumulated inside of her rushed towards her sex and exploded out of her pussy. She screamed her voice raw as the strongest orgasm of her young life tore her mind apart. She felt herself slip away, being drowned in the pleasure as her senses tried and failed to keep up with what was happening. The pleasure surged again and slammed against the barrier with a **** that rocked her fragile mind.

'Please may this **** cum?'

A second orgasm erupted from her pussy, and this time, it was accompanied by a powerful spray of her juices as she squirted against the saddle, covering her thighs and stomach in a fresh coating of her sex juice. The machine mindlessly kept fucking her, and mere seconds after the second orgasm had started, she felt the euphoria break against the block.

'Please may this **** cum?'

and again.

'Please may this **** cum?'

and again.

'Please may this **** cum?'

Time had no meaning to her. The presence of the young man was wiped from her mind. All she could think and care about was the mind-melting pleasure the machine gave her, and the all-important question she needed to ask. She knew they had not broken her as a person. She was by no means a ****. All they had managed was to condition her body to react a certain way. She could still fight back against their other plans. But as she mindlessly repeated the question, a part of her wondered.

Could she really?