Madoka moaned pitifully in her current state. After being kidnapped by a ring of slavers they took her to their training facility. There they forced her into a bunny suit and prepared her for training.

Madoka’s body shifted uneasily, bound strictly with thick leather straps all around her body. But the poor idol was also held in place in something her captors called a silo, with metal rods protruding from either side of the frame, connecting into metal collars around her neck and ankles. Madoka was unable to use her arms to free herself because they had been stuffed into a tightly laced leather armbinder.

“.....!! ….g!... ….n!!”

Madoka’s voice, which could conquer the hearts of thousands, only barely managed to squeak by the inflated rubber bulb in her mouth. Her captors had inflated it as far as Madoka’s jaw could stretch, filling it completely and robbing the idol of making any coherent noise.

A powerful hitachi wand had been strapped in between her legs. But that was not enough. Four egg vibrators were also inside her, rhythmically ravaging her insides as the combined might of the toys forced her to orgasm again and again.

As part of her training Madoka had been outfitted with a VR headset, which relentlessly played pornographic videos, some of which recreated her very own self with AI. Her captors smirked as they looked at the helplessly squirming idol, The videos themselves were laced with flashes of subliminal messaging, helping to mold Madoka into a proper bondage slave. However the icing on the cake was what was playing through her ear buds.

"I am a bondage Slut"

"I crave to be ruthlessly and helplessly bound at all times"

What Madoka was hearing was her own voice. Generated by AI from all her performances, interviews and promotional works; her own voice was recreated in order to turn her into a submissive slave. All her hard work was warped and distorted into a tool for her training; and it was working.

Madoka squirmed in her bondage, desperately trying to ignore the sweet words from her own voice. But it wasn’t her voice, it wasn’t real. Every orgasm shattered any thoughts of resistance, putting her in a lull of ecstasy and pleasure as the voice continued to mold her to the perfect idol bondage slut.

“...g ♥~!!” “....n… ♥!!”

Madoka spasmed, her metal prison and bonds slightly shifting from the force of her orgasm. Her eyes rolling back in ecstasy. She had lost count of how many times her body had given into the pleasure. A fact helped by the ample amount of aphrodisiacs her captors kept her on. Madoka’s mind was on the verge of going blank. Maybe she always wanted this? The pleasure was too great. It never ended. Madoka came again. Trapped in a seemingly endless cycle of pleasure until she broke. And when she did, she’d be the perfect bondage slave ready for her new master…

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Happy Birthday Madoka!
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