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The thumping and bumping of the headphones she was forced to wear drowned out her moans - They weren't big, bulky numbers that DJ's wore, but equally powerful, yet still fit comfortably inside a sensory deprivation hood. Jessi had lost all track of time quite some awhile ago, and was barely able to retain her parasitic embodiment in the body she was using, but whatever customised soundtrack Maus was using, Jessi was unable to separate herself from her host, and was becoming....increasingly whatever Maus wanted. Jessi wasn't learning a new role as one might learn a skill, but rather, was being bombarded on the subconscious level - She was both aware and unaware of it at the same time. Knowing it was happening in real time, but completely unable to remember it, for her memory spanned only seconds at a time, let alone feel the impact of the weeks...possibly months she's been in captivity - Even as the training was hammered into her personality. Without physically being able to do anything about it, nor being able to separate from her host body, Jessi was stuck and forced to endure the endless auditory attack.

Maus was still on what resembled her sort of rampage - Unlike Godzilla, these were tactical and specifically planned 'strikes' that may take days or weeks, but the ultimate goal was always realised, and worth every minute. Jessi was almost wholly drained of resistance to Maus's will, and was certainly physically drained, given she's been in the customised straitjacket for nearly as long as the musical assault has been happening - With only slight changes made. While the painful punishment mode had been alleviated days ago, the on-going orgasm-denial mode hadn't quit, and was only made worse with attachments to her nipple and clit rings. They were the new source for the mild electrical shocks that her poor ass and pussy had been alleviated of. Maus was well equipped with her own special concoction she made for when Jessi was Kriegspferd - her ponyplay alter-personality - That
both energised the consumer to a barely-legal degree, but also heightened their arousal, yet at the same time, also blocked their ability to climax. The straitjacket combined with this chemical monstrosity had Jessi begging; making all sorts of moans, groans, and even pleading noises - Anything to stop the attack on her mind and body. Maus wasn't having any of it, but kept very good care of her increasingly mind-fucked pet. The begging stopped after a few days, replaced with a lot more drool and tears.

Maus had come back upon the box she had left her mind-melted demoness-slash-pony in. It really wasn't anything special, given Maus had put more effort into keeping the demoness restrained. A black-coloured metal, rubber-lined lockbox, barely large enough to fit a self-hugging-and-fetal-position demoness, yet still comfortable in its own right. Maus had unlocked it, and flipped the semi-air-tight lid open, carefully stepping back to avoid the air-borne onslaught of Jessi's arousal, as well as the chemicals she was forced to inhale. "Guten Morgen, mein leiben!" Laughed the Maus as she hefted the hazy-minded demoness out of the box. "I presume you've been exceptional!" The Maus continued with a joking tone in her voice, none of which Jessicka could hear. The music forced into her ears hadn't stopped, in fact, it was just reaching a climatic moment - This drew out heavier breathing and loud-yet-
suppressed moans as the vibrators inside both of Jessi's holes, as well as her nipple rings and clit piercing were attacked, but she still had a full-length cockgag built into the deprivation hood that was almost down into her throat, and ultimately muted most of her noises. "You ready for another album?" Maus rapped upon Jessi's latex-clad head before tugging the hood free just to see how far along the demoness was. It was to no surprise that the usually, brightly glowing mis-matched demon eyes were flickering and rather dim in luminosity. The green one was mostly faded into the blackness that made up the rest of the eyeball, and the other golden replacement eyeball she had gotten from a werewolf was heavily faded. "Oh! You're a lot further along than I had expected." Maus smiled big and ruffled Jessi's sweat-matted head of hair, before pulling out the wireless music player Jessi had been invisibly
connected to all this time, and pausing the current song - Jessi held a consistently blank expression, for her thoughts had been drowned out by Trance and House music for days upon weeks, with plenty of heavy bass to shake the vibrating portions of the custom straitjacket Maus had 'given' Jessi as revenge for nearly killing her.

Maus leaned down and kissed Jessi on her sweat-coated brow while the smartphone in her other hand changed up the programming. "You'll be a well-trained house slave, AND pony, in no time." Maus uploaded the playlist to the music player while smirking to the ever-blank, drooling face of Jessi. The music started slow and low, but as it reached crescendo, Jessi's empty eyes widen, and when it finally dropped, Jessi's head lightly bobbed in rhythm with mouth agape and tears ever-streaming down her cheeks - Though her heavy breathing started right back up and reached a moany-loud peak in just a few minutes. Maus simply enjoyed the build up, but as Jessi came to a peak, she fit the dildo-gag back into Jessi's maw and slipped the hood back over her head. "I'll see you in another week...or two...or three." Maus giggled a little. It was a lot more passive training than she preferred to conduct, but dealing with a demoness far more powerful than her, it was her only option and she had learned the hard way. Mind-melting music mixed with equally powerful and matching vibrations, with a continuous dose of stimulants and arousal-enhancing drugs. Of course the music was underlayed with near-hypnotic words, nothing had changed except the genre, but this playlist was more attuned to something Jessi would enjoy - Metal. A lot more highs, but lengthy and heavy lows, though considerably more frustrating than a constant attack of moderate pleasure. The underlying tone was no longer wiping Jessi's mind clean of rebellious thoughts - Those were already far gone, but rather, towards learning and acting like a good house slave. The playlist would go on for at least a week or two, then switch to subconsciously teaching Jessi the proper way to act as a pony - Jessi had a lot of this information already, but she had been forcibly trained and only retained the basics to avoid punishment - After this lengthy playlist, her now-absorbent mind should only be capable of being a good bitch, or a good pony, but....likely both if Maus has anything to say about it.

Description
The thumping and bumping of the headphones she was forced to wear drowned out her moans - They weren't big, bulky numbers that DJ's wore, but equally powerful, yet still fit comfortably inside a sensory deprivation hood. Jessi had lost all track of time quite some awhile ago, and was barely able to retain her parasitic embodiment in the body she was using, but whatever customised soundtrack Maus was using, Jessi was unable to separate herself from her host, and was becoming....increasingly whatever Maus wanted. Jessi wasn't learning a new role as one might learn a skill, but rather, was being bombarded on the subconscious level - She was both aware and unaware of it at the same time. Knowing it was happening in real time, but completely unable to remember it, for her memory spanned only seconds at a time, let alone feel the impact of the weeks...possibly months she's been in captivity - Even as the training was hammered into her personality. Without physically being able to do anything about it, nor being able to separate from her host body, Jessi was stuck and forced to endure the endless auditory attack.

Maus was still on what resembled her sort of rampage - Unlike Godzilla, these were tactical and specifically planned 'strikes' that may take days or weeks, but the ultimate goal was always realised, and worth every minute. Jessi was almost wholly drained of resistance to Maus's will, and was certainly physically drained, given she's been in the customised straitjacket for nearly as long as the musical assault has been happening - With only slight changes made. While the painful punishment mode had been alleviated days ago, the on-going orgasm-denial mode hadn't quit, and was only made worse with attachments to her nipple and clit rings. They were the new source for the mild electrical shocks that her poor ass and pussy had been alleviated of. Maus was well equipped with her own special concoction she made for when Jessi was Kriegspferd - her ponyplay alter-personality - That
both energised the consumer to a barely-legal degree, but also heightened their arousal, yet at the same time, also blocked their ability to climax. The straitjacket combined with this chemical monstrosity had Jessi begging; making all sorts of moans, groans, and even pleading noises - Anything to stop the attack on her mind and body. Maus wasn't having any of it, but kept very good care of her increasingly mind-fucked pet. The begging stopped after a few days, replaced with a lot more drool and tears.

Maus had come back upon the box she had left her mind-melted demoness-slash-pony in. It really wasn't anything special, given Maus had put more effort into keeping the demoness restrained. A black-coloured metal, rubber-lined lockbox, barely large enough to fit a self-hugging-and-fetal-position demoness, yet still comfortable in its own right. Maus had unlocked it, and flipped the semi-air-tight lid open, carefully stepping back to avoid the air-borne onslaught of Jessi's arousal, as well as the chemicals she was forced to inhale. "Guten Morgen, mein leiben!" Laughed the Maus as she hefted the hazy-minded demoness out of the box. "I presume you've been exceptional!" The Maus continued with a joking tone in her voice, none of which Jessicka could hear. The music forced into her ears hadn't stopped, in fact, it was just reaching a climatic moment - This drew out heavier breathing and loud-yet-
suppressed moans as the vibrators inside both of Jessi's holes, as well as her nipple rings and clit piercing were attacked, but she still had a full-length cockgag built into the deprivation hood that was almost down into her throat, and ultimately muted most of her noises. "You ready for another album?" Maus rapped upon Jessi's latex-clad head before tugging the hood free just to see how far along the demoness was. It was to no surprise that the usually, brightly glowing mis-matched demon eyes were flickering and rather dim in luminosity. The green one was mostly faded into the blackness that made up the rest of the eyeball, and the other golden replacement eyeball she had gotten from a werewolf was heavily faded. "Oh! You're a lot further along than I had expected." Maus smiled big and ruffled Jessi's sweat-matted head of hair, before pulling out the wireless music player Jessi had been invisibly
connected to all this time, and pausing the current song - Jessi held a consistently blank expression, for her thoughts had been drowned out by Trance and House music for days upon weeks, with plenty of heavy bass to shake the vibrating portions of the custom straitjacket Maus had 'given' Jessi as revenge for nearly killing her.

Maus leaned down and kissed Jessi on her sweat-coated brow while the smartphone in her other hand changed up the programming. "You'll be a well-trained house slave, AND pony, in no time." Maus uploaded the playlist to the music player while smirking to the ever-blank, drooling face of Jessi. The music started slow and low, but as it reached crescendo, Jessi's empty eyes widen, and when it finally dropped, Jessi's head lightly bobbed in rhythm with mouth agape and tears ever-streaming down her cheeks - Though her heavy breathing started right back up and reached a moany-loud peak in just a few minutes. Maus simply enjoyed the build up, but as Jessi came to a peak, she fit the dildo-gag back into Jessi's maw and slipped the hood back over her head. "I'll see you in another week...or two...or three." Maus giggled a little. It was a lot more passive training than she preferred to conduct, but dealing with a demoness far more powerful than her, it was her only option and she had learned the hard way. Mind-melting music mixed with equally powerful and matching vibrations, with a continuous dose of stimulants and arousal-enhancing drugs. Of course the music was underlayed with near-hypnotic words, nothing had changed except the genre, but this playlist was more attuned to something Jessi would enjoy - Metal. A lot more highs, but lengthy and heavy lows, though considerably more frustrating than a constant attack of moderate pleasure. The underlying tone was no longer wiping Jessi's mind clean of rebellious thoughts - Those were already far gone, but rather, towards learning and acting like a good house slave. The playlist would go on for at least a week or two, then switch to subconsciously teaching Jessi the proper way to act as a pony - Jessi had a lot of this information already, but she had been forcibly trained and only retained the basics to avoid punishment - After this lengthy playlist, her now-absorbent mind should only be capable of being a good bitch, or a good pony, but....likely both if Maus has anything to say about it.