Thirsty Slut

“That’s it, sweetie,” Jessica cooed, resting her hands possessively on May’s hips and driving the silicone shaft in and out of her soaking pussy. “You can almost see it now, can’t you? Not with your eyes, but with your mind. Your deep self, your true self is letting it come into focus for me now. The shape of pleasure.” Her voice was soft, hypnotic, coaxing. May barely even registered the words anymore; her consciousness had been so profoundly altered by deep trance and hallucinogenic drugs and profound, overwhelming pleasure that she no longer had direct awareness of anything that happened to her. The narrative stream of her thoughts had been replaced with an ever-evolving abstract form that hovered and pulsed and twisted in the air in front of her blank, unseeing eyes.

“You’re doing so good,” Jessica drawled out, fucking her subject with a constant, mechanical rhythm that allowed May no time to recover from the constant waves of orgasmic bliss radiating from her sensitive clit. “It’s becoming more and more real, more and more vivid, more and more clear and crisp and true to you now.” Her soothing speech drifted easily past May’s spaced-out consciousness, finding purchase in a subconscious mind that was more open than ever now. The hypnotic trance gave Jessica a way to guide and direct May’s hallucinations, and the LSD in her system turned May’s hypnagogic visions into an ever-deepening reality. Her thoughts became the twisting, non-Euclidean shape, and her self gradually poured into the vessel in front of her.

“Once it’s complete, May, you’ll be able to see it whenever you want.” Jessica’s smooth, confident tones promised May all the radiant bliss she could imagine, encapsulated in a single form summoned up by her mind’s eye in her deep hypnotic state. “You’ll be able to bring it into view with just a single thought, just a single command, and it’ll be right there in front of you the way it is now. Clearer every time. Stronger every time. More and more real until you can reach out and touch it. Pleasure in its most tangible form, May, pleasure on demand. Doesn’t that sound so wonderful?” May grunted affirmatively, too deep and drugged-out for words anymore but unable to resist the vision of ecstasy she saw. She couldn’t imagine any risks behind Jessica’s whispered suggestions. Pure, inescapable rapture had no downsides to her deeply hypnotized brain.

“That’s my good girl,” Jessica murmured, reaching down with one hand to rub May’s clit. “That’s my perfect, obedient girl. The shape is real. You’re seeing it now. You can’t look away. It owns you, and all you want to do is give yourself to it and think about nothing but pure, potent ecstasy.” May’s mouth hung open, her eyes widened with an almost religious awe as the form in front of her crystalized into perfect detail. It was so beautiful that her mind simply stopped, trapped in the contemplation of its divine joy and unable to look away. She understood only one thing–pleasure. Jessica could have told her that the sky was green in that moment, and she wouldn’t even want to argue.

Her body spilled over into orgasm, but May scarcely even noticed. Cumming felt like a pale imitation of the rapture the shape produced, and she knew she was a slave to it forever from the moment her mind fully perceived it. It was her new god now, and she its devoted supplicant… and if Jessica was the priestess of pleasure, then May would have no choice but to obey forever.