Tess R. Y.

Two hours was usually enough for first offenders to ensure that they only ever remained first offenders. Only the truly bad girls ever required the full re-education programme. Having your whole personality dismantled and rebuilt to be more acceptable was difficult, after all, and not something undertaken lightly.

A few relatively minor adjustments, however, was far more practical. The girl didn’t look the strong type anyway. Just needed a little guiding back to the right way to be, that was all. Like most of the girls that came through here. Just a gentle hand.

The man with the tablet tucked it under his arm.

“Right. You want to set this one up or…?” He asked.

“You set it up. I’ll log it.” Said the other. They both nodded, and they both got to it.

For the girl, darkness continued. She groaned uselessly and squirmed uselessly, and then flinched when, seemingly out of nowhere, things started to happen.

A quiet ‘pop’ in her ears followed by a hiss let her know that something had turned on, and the darkness in front of her all at once lit up blinding white, setting her blinking. By the time she’d adjusted, the colours and the shapes had started. They were quite pretty, honestly, and flowed constantly and seamlessly from one to the next in a way that effortlessly caught the eye. It’d have been so easy to keep watching, but she knew that was what they wanted.

She closed her eyes, but the swirling colours were bright enough that it hardly mattered. Even through her eyelids she could see enough to make her head start swimming.

Then she felt something slick and buzzing press between her legs and jolted, more protests swallowed up by the gag. Try as she might she couldn’t move away, and try as she might to ignore it the buzzing soon got a reaction. She got flushed, she got wet.

The machines quickly adjusted to her and kept her on a rising and falling wave, bringing her just to the edge of cumming and then slowly, agonisingly pulling her back from it, over and over. Time was this had to be done manually - now it was all automatic. They just had to sit back and watch. The pull back was important. The first few times, when resistance was high, there was almost a sense of relief in her, that this wasn’t going to make her cum, how humiliating it would have been if it did. 

But as it went on - and as the gaps between the peaks grew steadily shorter - resistance turned by degrees into desperation. The fear of humiliation shrank as the need to finally go over the edge mounted. Soon she was straining against the straps in the hope that if she could just move her hips that little, tiny bit she might make it. Of course she couldn’t and she wouldn’t. The machine had been designed with this in mind. No girl had ever cum during her correctional session, and no girl ever would.

By that point of course she’d long-stopped keeping her eyes shut. The colours and shapes were too pretty, and she was too needy to notice or to care about the words flashing through them, words synced up with the ones she could just about hear through the pulsing sounds filling her ears.

“Docile. Good girl. Don’t make trouble. Do as you’re told. Conform. Good girl. Compliant. Obey. Good girls are subservient. You are a good girl. Needy and submissive. A follower not a leader. Good girl.”

The words filled her head, slipping past defences she couldn’t think straight enough to muster anymore. They settled across her brain, mixing in with the thoughts she already had, weaving into the fabric of who she was. She couldn’t help it. She didn’t even notice it happening. She didn’t even notice that she’d started repeating them into the gag, too.

All the sense of outrage she’d had when they’d dragged her here - the sense of indignity when they’d got her naked and stuck her into this thing - that was all gone. She couldn’t even remember why she was here anymore. It didn’t seem important. All that mattered then was the orgasm ever-so-slightly out of reach and those pretty colours. Everything else could wait.

And even when the sessions finally finished and the buzzing withdrew and her restraints were unlocked and the gag and headset removed, she was still repeating them. Face slack, eyes empty, staring into nothing, just repeating.

“Good girl… docile… don’t make… trouble… obey… good girls obey… I am a… good… girl…”

With a little help she got back into the clothes that had been so roughly stripped from her on arrival, and led gently to the front desk to be signed out. Before her session she would have snapped at any man trying to lead her around. Now, she almost melted into them.

“Feel better?” Asked the man who’d had the pad, who looked her over.

“Yes sir…” she said distantly, eyes glazed.

Seeing a little trail of drool escaping the corner of her mouth he reached out and delicately wiped it away with his thumb, the contact making her shiver head to toe.

“Going to cause anymore trouble?” He asked.

“No sir… I’m a good girl…”

The man smiled, and gave her an affectionate little pat on the cheek. She smiled too, dumbly.

“Of course you are.”