The reprogramming begins

"COEUS, let's start off with some video entertainment for our new subject, shall we?" He put his hand on Dawn's bare thigh and began to caress it. "Let's do **** desensitization."

"Of course, sir," the AI responded.

The next thing Dawn knew the monitor lit up and began to play abusive sex scenes where women were getting stripped, beaten ad fucked mercilessly. Some of the videos she recognized, like the one from the movie Irreversible where Monica Belushi undergoes a brutal ****. She wanted to close her eyes or turn her head so she couldn't see them, but she could do nothing. Her eyes were taped wide open, and her head was clamped in place on the chair's headrest. "Please stop!" she cried out. "I don't want to see anymore."

The professor stuck a finger inside her vaginal opening. "No, my dear. I will not stop. Your pussy is wet already from what you've seen." He held his finger up to her nose and made her sniff it. "Your body betrays you. You're actually enjoying these **** videos. I think you wish you were the one being abused."

"That's not true!" she exclaimed. She began violently wriggling in the chair, hoping now to break herself free and run for her life. But the chair was bolted down to the floor and the restraint didn't even budge. "Let me go, you sick twisted pervert! I want out!"

"It's much too late for that," the professor chortled. "You're mine now to do with as I please. Like I told you before, I choose my subjects very carefully. You have a habit of disappearing for weeks at a time which makes you the perfect subject. No one will come looking for you. That gives me plenty of time to perfect you." He pulled a ball gag from his lab coat pocket. "It's time to silence you. I'm already sick of hearing you whine and complain."

Dawn struggled senselessly as the ball gag was placed in her mouth and wrapped securely around the back of her head. "MET ME MO!" she tried to scream. "Melp!"

"Now be a good girl and lay there and watch the videos," he said as he caressed the side of her face. "COEUS, bring in the ramrod. Our subject is sufficiently wet enough to handle it."

"Right away sir," came the AI's answer.

The professor stepped aside as a small machine equipped with a long rod bearing a rubber phallus slowly made its way between Dawn's spread open legs. She watched in horror as the machine crept closer and closer. "Mo, mease mo!" she tried to scream as she felt the head of the phallus against her vaginal opening. Her eyes went wide with horror as the machine adjusted itself to the right height, assuring itself of maximum penetration.

"Give in to your deepest, darkest parts of your psyche my dear," said the professor hovering over her face. "Soon you will desire to watch people being abused. You will also develop a craving for such **** ****."

Dawn's tears now began to flow freely as she felt the phallus slowly penetrate her.

"Don't worry Dawn," came the voice of COEUS. "You will enjoy this."