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“Help,” she whispered. She couldn’t tell if anyone was nearby; the goggles covered her eyes completely and all she could see was the endless swirling spirals dancing in front of her eyes. But she knew they’d stopped the car. Maybe if she could just make herself shout, someone would come to rescue her.

“Help,” she said again, only a few decibels louder than before. She managed to lift her hand from her exposed chest for a moment, fighting the seductive undertow of pleasure that kept her fingers strumming her sensitive nipples…but she quickly lost track of what she was planning to do, and within moments she lowered it again. She knew it was something to do with the goggles, but…

The goggles. She was suddenly aware of them all over again, the way that the images they projected filled her whole field of vision and left her dizzy and weak. If only she could take them off, she knew she could get away, but…she lifted her hand again, trying to hold onto the thought, but the spirals kept spinning and her hand hung in the air, uncertain, until she finally felt the strength melt out of it and it sank back down onto her chest again.

“Help,” she said again, unable to put any urgency into the word. Even though she didn’t know how much time she had before they came back, it felt like she had an eternity to watch the spirals and pet the soft skin of her breasts and feel her arousal soaking her panties. She had to move, she knew it, but she felt so good staring and stroking and relaxing. So perfect to focus on the center of the screens and let all her worries float away…

“Hhhhhhhhhhh…” The word turned into a soft, liquid sigh as she let herself drift deeper into the spirals. She knew what they were doing to her, that they were slowly melting away her resistance and leaving her docile and compliant and ready to obey, but she couldn’t make herself care. It was just a thing that was happening to her, distant and unimportant next to the pleasure she felt. She knew she couldn’t escape, not without help. She needed to cry out again, to make sure that someone heard her and found her and saved her–

The car door opened. She breathed a sigh of relief, letting the last tension melt out of her limbs. “Are you here to help me?” she said softly. She turned her head, trying to see the face of her rescuer, but all she saw was the spirals wherever she looked.

“Of course I am,” they said to her. The car door closed, and the engine started. “I’m here to help you become an obedient good girl. Just watch the spirals and let it happen.” As the car started moving, she eagerly complied.

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