She turns you into a pin cushion.

"Sure. Just don't go too crazEEP!" Your yelps are quickly drowned out by the KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK of piercings poking through your supple, sensitive skin. You resist the urge to squirm as she covers your body with an assortment of accessories. Eye brow rings, bridge piercing, spikes on your lips, multiple ear piercings, a row of gnarly studs all the way up your shaft, and as if that wasn't enough, a barbell between your balls.

Your body hums with hot hurt and you almost pass out from the rush of neurochemicals putting out the fire but still leaving you feeling hot and horny. You wonder how you are supposed to get relief with all this shit in the way, but you suppose you can always unscrew them if you need to. You give an earring a test turn, but you find the back is immovable. You look at Diabolique with an expression of dawning despair, and she cackles, "GAH HAH HAAAW! Starting to click for you? I put super glue on the fasteners! And that's not the best part! What do you think is gonna happen when your bimboi body tries to heal these injuries?"

"Oh nooOOoOoOOoo!" You fall to your knees as your body tries to heal the holes covering your body only to be stopped by cold unforgiving steel. You feel tiny little snake bites all over and then their pleasure poison coursing through your veins. It feels so good it hurts, and you start to panic as you realize that this is going to happen over and over with no end in sight. Becca's wild side seems a lot more understandable in hindsight, knowing that she was walking around constantly horny...even by bimboi standards. You cry out, "PleEEEEeeeEEe!" but before you can beg Diabolique for mercy, you fall into a flailing fit on the floor as your body tries heal and is denied.

"Awww poor widdle baby. Does it hurt too good? Feel like you're going to get brain damage? Maybe we should add some more?" KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK KA-CHUNK You whimper for real as your are pierced from perineum to pouty lips. You look like a Ripley's reject by the time she finishes screwing them in and screwing you. You try to struggle, but it's like your brain's not taking requests at the moment. You are too **** out and horny to care about anything but release. You doubt Diabolique will be inclined to 'help you out', and don't imagine anyone else will want to fool around with a panting porcupine like you.

"Well, I've got to go to class, but I'll be sure to come back to check on you later and see if I missed a spot. Byeeeeeee!" Diabolique calls out as she leaves and locks the door behind her. You try to will your limbs to listen to you and lift you over to the door where you might be able to drag yourself through the halls to find help. Then another rush of pain killers floods your system and everything shuts down. Your tongue lolls as you lie splayed out and spasming violently. Your cock aches and oozes cum but with no climax or feeling of relief. Tears stream down your cheeks even as your moaning mouth is stretched into a rictus grin. You try to focus...try to think of a way out of this nightmare...but all you can do is cum and cry and quiver and crave the next tidal wave, hoping it will eventually put out the fire...hours pass, and the cravings only get worse and the flames rise higher and higher until your mind melts like ice cream in the oven...

....

"Amy? Amy?! Oh shit ohshitohshitohshit! I didn't know it would be this bad! I'm sorry! I just wanted to bully you a little...not break you. Can you hear me in there? I'll...I'll get help!" Diabolique runs out of the room and you hear her screaming, "Heeeeeeelp! My roomie's in some kind of cum coma!" You hear her alright, every word, every syllable. Your ears are working just fine, even if they won't stop ringing.

"Oh no! She's nonresponsive! It's been too long! She's become dependent on the cycle of neurochemicals coursing through her. If we try to remove the piercings now, the withdrawal will kill her!" You hear the nurse loud and clear too, but you can't seem to figure out why you should care. It's like everything that makes up you...your hopes and dreams, regrets and guilt, thoughts and feelings, everything down to your most basic sense of self is all just a pebble floating on a sea of sublime splendor. You just endlessly drift, not even worried why it doesn't worry you. You no longer look forward to release from this ocean of endless bliss, because why would you want and end to perfect pleasure?

....

Days turn to weeks...to months...to years...to decades...but time has no meaning for you anymore. You have a comfy bed, IVs feeding you and nurses cleaning you, and all the happiness anyone could ever ask for. You would wonder why everyone that comes to visit you...your father...Becca and Ella...Bunny and Buffy...Diabolique and your other vixen victims...they all end up leaving in tears, but luckily for you, such mysteries remain unsolved and you remain unphased. You don't really register that eventually they all stop coming...all save Diabolique, who never seems to move on.

It would make you sad, if you could feel sadness, to know that in trying to pay you back, Diabolique threw away her own life along with yours. She cannot fix her worst mistake, and as a result, neither can you. However, you have floated away to a place free from pain or concern or desire to live any life other than your endlessly euphoric existence. It's still unclear how long the bimbug can extend your natural life span, but one thing is certain, even if you will never be aware of it. Whether you wanted this or not, you now have **** but to live...