The days pass in a blur for the unfortunates. They start with pain and end with pain. They only know that a new day just come because for the first ten or so shots they still can feel the pure ecstasy. But after that their nuts feel like something is starting to squeez them relentlessly. Even if they don’t want they cannot stop how their boner reacts on the stimulation the machines administer. Just inside of a minute that unmistakable feeling of tension builds up and they need to be released. Every shoot is pain and joy at the same time, and the Cs begin their cruel work and the electro kick in. By the end of the day they just pass away, there is no releave. They don’t dream, nor feel anything during the time the Cs call regeneration. It was like the time in between doesn’t exist for them.
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