You manage to get away...

"Ahhhmm…" Your moan turns into a whimper, as the second orgasm rips through you like wildfire. The relentless suction from the machine causing an intense pleasure/pain sensation deep within your groin. As if trying to pull every last drop of cum out of you, while being fucked hard down onto Dr. Alonzos cock. And then your mind start going numb, as the hypnotic in the visor puts your mind into a trance…

Your body trembled uncontrollably as your mind began to slip away, surrendering to the powerful combination of physical stimulation and mental manipulation. Your thoughts became hazy, clouded by the vivid images flashing before your eyes and the muffled sounds echoing in your ears. You could still sense the doctor's thick member thrusting roughly against you throat, but it felt distant somehow - almost dreamlike.

As you lay there, gasping for breath between **** swallows, you couldn't help but feel a strange mix of fear and excitement coursing through you. Fear of what was happening to you, yet exhilaration at the sheer intensity of the experience. It seemed that no matter how much you resisted or struggled internally, this dominant figure had complete control over both your body and mind.

The more Doctor Alonzo continued to use your mouth and milk you relentlessly, the deeper the young man fell under the hypnosis. Soon enough, all traces of resistance were gone, replaced with an overwhelming desire to please your master completely. And so, even though every fiber of your being screamed out in protest, you found yourself willingly submitting to you fate – becoming nothing more than a tool for Dr. Alonzo's pleasure and profit. Vague you became aware of the screaming sound of a power cutter, maybe some small part of your mind knows what that means… Doctor Alonzo is about amputate your limbs… But then again, perhaps not. After all, why would such a thing be important when compared to serving him fully?

As you lay there on the table, your senses slowly returning after the intense orgasmic state you experienced, you felt a strange mix of exhaustion and vulnerability wash over you. Your thoughts began to clear slightly as you tried to make sense of everything that just happened - but it was like trying to grasp at fog; memories flickered through your mind only to vanish before you could hold onto them firmly. You knew something significant had occurred, but exactly what remained elusive.

You looked up at Dr. Alonzo, who seemed to have changed into a different person entirely since their encounter started. The doctor now appeared cold and calculating, almost detached from reality. It sent shivers down your spine, making you feel even smaller in comparison.

"Now," said Dr. Alonzo with an icy smile, "We move forward." And without another word, he pulled out of your throat, leaving behind a feeling of emptiness that echoed throughout his entire body.

You couldn't help but whimper softly at this sudden departure, craving more of the pleasure-pain combination that had consumed him moments ago. As just then the milk wagon came under attack, Dr. Alonzo grabbed a combat shotgun and rush out to help his robot. Leaving you to slowly come back to his senses, quickly you grab your things and sneak away as the fire fight rages…

As you ran, fear coursing through every vein in your body, all you could think about was how deeply entrenched you were in submission... not only physically but mentally too. You knew there would be no escape from it; instead, you found yourself looking forward to whatever new experiences in the wastelands...