“WAKE UP! REMEMBER!”
I opened my eyes with a jerk, but then I realized it was just another nightmare, and I let out a sigh of relief. Luckily the nightmares were becoming rarer and rarer. The weird thing is that the voice in my nightmares sounded like me like it was me but also definitely not me at the same time. It was almost like it trying to tell me something.
I tried to yawn, which was prevented by my gag of course, so I settled for a quiet sigh instead. My restraints prevented me from moving, so I just wiggled a little instead of stretching.
I felt the familiar stinging pain from the clamps attached to my nipples as I moved.
“How long had I been wearing them?”
I honestly couldn’t remember. But then again my memory had been really fuzzy lately. I often tried to remember what I had been doing before I came here, but all that was left was clouded in darkness. Also, it made my mind hurt a little when I tried to think about it, so I had mostly stopped doing so.
“YOU DON’T BELONG HERE. FIGHT IT!”
I sighed again and shook my head as if I was trying to shake the voice out of my head. There that stupid voice was again. I took a deep breath and tried to push it away as I breathed out.
“I don’t belong here?” I thought to myself. I had never heard anything that stupid. I let out a snort of derision.
“REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE!”
The voice screamed in my head. It was getting louder and more insistent. But there was definitely also a hint of frustration in it.
The voice was honestly starting to give me a headache.
“I could really use a vacation,” I thought to myself as I smiled.
Something triggered a memory inside me. I was walking on a white sandy beach with waves of crystal clear blue water washing up on it in tiny waves. I almost could feel the warm sand between my toes, and …
The door to my room opened and I heard a person walk up next to me.
“Perhaps I was going to get fucked again, oh I loved when someone fucks…”
Did I? I mean, I’ve always loved sex, especially the “kinky” kind, but I was not…
I heard the person unzipping something next to me. Not a pair of pants though. Yeah, I knew that sound all too well I thought, as I chuckled to myself. Perhaps a briefcase or…
“REMEMBER THE BEACH!”
The voice was roaring loud and the sound of the voice hit me hard. My whole body shook in surprise. Well, at least as much as is possible when your whole body is restrained. The voice seemed angrier now but there was also a hint of desperation in it.
I heard the person fidgeting with something. It sounded like glass bottles or maybe two glasses hitting each other. Sounded like…
I was back at the beach. I was sitting at a small bar. I was holding a glass in my hand with a little colored umbrella in it. I felt a hand on my shoulder. To my left, a person also holding a drink was looking at me in concern. The mouth was moving as if trying to tell me something.
I tried to concentrate and focus on the words, but I could only understand a few words.
“… dont’ look so… You okay?”
I felt dizzy. I heard the person calling my name in my memory. I don’t know how I knew it was my name, because I couldn’t hear anything. But I knew…
I was drawn back to the present by the sound of someone flicking something with their finger. Not glass this time, but maybe plastic?
Wait. I remembered. Suddenly it all became so very clear to me. I knew who I was and my name. I knew my name.
“Of course,” I thought, “I am…”
Before I could finish the thought, I felt a small prick of pain from a needle in my right arm.
“I am…” I repeated to myself as dizziness and a wonderful warm feeling started spreading through my body.
I let out a grunt as I felt the hard cock push into me. This was immediately followed by a gasp of pleasure as all the now hypercharged nerve endings in the area were stimulated by the cock.
“I’m… I’m Pleasure Station #46,” I thought to myself with a smile on my face.
“NOOOOOOOooooooooo….” I heard the voice getting weaker and weaker until it disappeared completely.
I let out a moan in pleasure as the person fucking me picked up his pace, and it didn’t take long for him to finish inside me.
“Mmmm, I do love when they cum inside,” I thought to myself.
In my almost comatose state of bliss, I relaxed completely. My restraints felt so good on me. The nipple clamps sent small pulses of pleasure to my brain each time I breathed.
“How lucky I was”, I thought. “I wish more girls could get to be a Pleasure Station like me”.
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The two men were looking through a glass window in a room where a girl was restrained.
“So how’s the progress on this one?” Asked one of the men.
“I’m ahead of schedule. Seems like this one was a kinky specimen in the first place,” the other person replied. “Two or three more injections and the effects will be permanent.”
“Excellent. The demand for Pleasure Stations worldwide is increasing. So when it’s ready, I want it prepared for shipping ASAP.”