Lily

you are running, and a friendly little "reminder: no running!" sign pops up on all the display screens you pass. doors you open, keypads you touch give you a playful little shock. sometimes a series, a careful pattern in such quick succession you can't process it, that leaves your nerves buzzing all too pleasantly for minutes afterwards.

the intercom speakers crackle to life, but instead of a human voice you hear a long, droning tone that makes your mind feel sluggish and your limbs feel exhausted. or perhaps a buzzing, vibrating hum, so low you can barely hear it, but you can feel it through your entire body, and you can feel it touch parts deep inside of you that leave you kneeling on the floor, trying to catch your breath through the overwhelming pleasure. maybe it's a pattern of tones that oscillate, high and low, so fast you can't understand it, and eventually you just start laughing. it makes your head feel so fuzzy, everything feels so good. and you end up walking in a random direction, too confused to notice.

maybe all those sounds come regularly, at random intervals, in patterns you can't begin to comprehend, until you react to them instinctually. you can't begin to fight them anymore.

maybe before you know it, you find yourself in a room with huge screens, a gentle buzzing sound coaxing you inside, stirring all that arousal inside you around and around. you're far too dumb at this point to feel any hesitancy. as soon as you enter the screens click into life with captivating patterns, random but perfectly symmetrical in ways you can't exactly understand, but which captivates your attention entirely. you are relaxed. the intercom crackles to life again with soothing, grinding, pumping noises, that you find yourself breathing in time with. so relaxed. it feels so good to be in this room.

before you can have a thought, there is a new sound, and you're on your knees on the floor, lost to the pleasure inside you. swirling colours and flashing lights and the long droning, grinding, buzzing, and now you're limp on your back, except for your limbs twitching as imagined electrical shocks kiss your body. you're cumming harder than you ever have. the facility hums in approval at this twitching creature inside it, the human thing it's so enamoured with, lost in euphoria, and you feel proud that you've pleased it. and then everything shuts off and in the abrupt absence of all the noise, all the light, all the sensation, your brain follows its programming and shuts down. you sleep. you forget.