Sex addiction through erotic fiction

Ms Kyoto sat at a console looking into the anti-gravity chamber. She sorted several stacks of paper in front of her, then cleared her throat and licked her lips as she donned noise cancelling headphones and pulled a microphone close. She clicked a switch so her voice could be broadcast directly into Brad's ears.

"We've got a very special program for you today," she said. "As you may know, you're the subject of a lot of erotic fiction on the internet. All sorts of things, really. Romantic trysts with Rocketgirl, joyful encounters with grateful damsels in distress, gang rapes at the hands of myself and some of the other villainesses in this city, even a few where you're the violent aggressor. I've compiled a variety of the very best ones here, the ones with the most sex, and I'm going to read them to you. Thanks to the VR, you'll experience everything in these stories exactly as I describe them to you. The suit is even modified to provide you all the physical stimulation described in these stories."

So Brad had to undergo a lot of sexual pleasure at the hands of this gorgeous woman, he'd think it was all real, and he'd hear her sexy voice talking dirty to him for hours on end? This didn't sound so bad; he thought he could withstand it.

On a monitor, she watched his heart rate increase with the excitement at what she was about to subject him to. The VR suit registered the first faint throb from his cock as it thrilled at the prospect of the coming stimulation. Ms Kyoto smiled coyly as she began to divulge the rest of her evil plan.

"I intend to read the stories in order of increasing violent sexual content. We'll start with the sweet romantic encounters between you and Rocketgirl. I know how much you'll like that. Every time you climax, you'll get an injection of dopamine. For the first dozen stories or so, I'll give you very large doses of dopamine. But as we continue, I'll give you less and less. Your brain will try to make up the difference, but by then you'll be receiving so much pleasure that it won't be able to keep up. You'll crave the next climax and the next one just to get a little hit of dopamine. We'll end this program with a novella I've written myself in which Lone Wolf goes on a rampage, **** every woman in sight. You'll still enjoy the story, and the stimulation from the VR suit -- I expect you'll still climax. But I won't be injecting you with dopamine anymore, and I expect your brain will be fresh out of its supply. You'll be a sex addict, eagerly craving your next sexual encounter. And since you'll have progressed to such violent sex by then, I expect if I set you free, you'll quickly become a sex criminal. A most alluring fate for the once great Lone Wolf, don't you think?"

Brad grumbled unintelligibly and writhed uselessly within the VR suit. He had to get out of this.

"Let's begin," Ms Kyoto said, picking up the first story.