Chapter #3Slave For Stimuli by: Cre8r 1   "You have been selected, due to the convenience of your life-style & your skills as our personal slave, sex slave to be precise". Tom's eyes bugged out at the thought of what would have to do for these strange people, if they were people at all.
"To satisfy our needs, you must first be made emotionally docile & reliant on us for fat fulfillment, sweet satisfaction, & round relief through advanced hypnotherapy." Tom must have fainted again because the last thing he remembers are these little needles injecting themselves slowly into the back of his neck. He felt something attach itself to his inner ears, lungs through the nasal orifice, mouth, & over his eyes. Then after a few beeps, Tom felt overwhelmed when his perspective of the room went crazy with lights, sounds, & smells. He slept & dreamt so weirdly; no dreams, yet he still remember having something, it was like being a lucid dreamer, but no dream so to speak, just a spiral of darkness & endless whispers. When Tom awoke he was dizzy, hardly having any memories left as it slipped out of his mind till like water from a broken dam.
When the dizzyness wore off & Tom was cognizant & awake, he noticed he was strapped down to a futon with a long table of food in front of him. a banquet of rich & fattening foods. He looked & smelled the food & went manic because need of something to eat after a dreamless sleep. Then looking at the heart monitor screen that changed with the wavelength of a voice as it was speaking, it greeted him. "Greetings subject Slv-1. Your first official feeding is taking place, we have gathered some of the most delicious foods on the planet you will be fed all of it with your head free to move. Be warned if you disobey, you will be forced to eat by the nanobots in your muscles that control you & then undergo Dark Stimulation Therapy. It will be explained later what that means after you have finished eating. Now we are releasing your head & neck restraints, do not resist, just eat & enjoy..." Then the banquet was brought up to him by robotic servants who cut it up & fed me every massive morsel of meat, every carbohydrate of calories & corpulence, & every liquidy lipids of lard. Did I resist? or how about going to the kidnapper/feeder/scientist's perspective.  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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