The lights went off, the cell door closed and Seven was left to ponder why the old, long forgotten memories of childhood had now surfaced. Instinctively, as she was being trained to do, she began to suck on the thick plastic and metal p***s and tried to ignore the surging s****l impulses that immediately stirred in her head and gut. She knew that a series of unwanted and exhausting orgasms was on the way and the tiny, tingling sensations from the dual crotch plugs were only the beginning. She knew too that it would build and build and then suddenly descend upon her in overwhelming waves that made her beg and cry for some other kind of ending, but she also knew that it would go on all night and that in the morning, they would drag the wasted and limp body of Seven back to the treatment room
