| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tCocktail Vomitheart needed a correction after a fateful encounter; she realized she was molesting an adult, how scandalous! So of course going to a facility to help with that was the most logical one to take. Disclaimer: As always, this artwork is a work of fiction and a fantasy, nothing in this piece of artwork, or the fictive piece below, relates to real life, or be replicated at all in real life. This is a work of fiction and a fictional fantasy, keep it fiction folks! This is a commission, thank you so much for working with me on this and supporting me. https://t.me/jackedrabbit -Nomind to Think, Nosoul to Purge]-Nomind to Think, Nosoul to Purge- Cocktail Vomitheart, the dark webs trendiest pornstar. From the moment she was born her parents groomed her into their prefect pedophilie girl failure. While starting as a hobby, kidnapping and brutally violating adolescent males has become her full time job. Selling the illegal yiff by the truckload, she has more then just a few bodies in her basement. She doesn't have any other desires in life and likes to spend her days off getting stoned and gooning to cub porn upwards of 21 hours a day. "Im a pedophilie and the people love me because of it, as long as I can keep finding little cubs to groom, my fans will love me, I'll have a reason to live." Cocktail falls asleep while sexting with 6 year olds on Roblox that night. She's lived like this all her adult life, but nothing can last forever. During her part time substitute teacher gig, she takes her next victim raw and bound to a bathroom stall urinal. "Fuckkk your teenage dick feels so good inside my cookie, cum inside and I won't tell Ms. Blushtail I walked in on you pawing off cubtard!" Unfazed and smug eyed the student pronounces, "Im not a cub! Im 18 now! Besides I don't care, I've always had a crush on you teach, Ive always wanted to impregnate you! I'll put my cock in your tail any day ;)" Cocktails mind shatters into a trillion pieces. "Am I having sex... with a consenting adult?" Cocktail starts shaking and babbles to herself schizophrenically. "I haven't had sex with another adult since Ive turned 18, it's what I'm most famous for, my life's work... without that why am I even alive? Im supposed to be the internets pin cousin... what if this gets out? What if I get canceled? Fuck fuck.. I can't... breathe." Cocktail lives up to her name and vomits on her student, leaving him a disgusting mess, still tied up to his urinal. Hyperventilating she hurries back to her pedo cave. "I need to pull some kind of stunt, when this hits the news my followers will know it was me and kill me im gonna die im..." *clunk* Cocktail receives a cmail (cub mail). When opened a strange hypnotic message begins to play, she can't help but stare, it's entrancing. "[SLEEP DEEP] Greetings! I am a representative of Nomind Systems Inc. [WE OWN YOUR LIFE] We run the dark webs largest hypnosis detention center, designed for permanent consciousness alteration. [RAPE YOUR BRAIN DAMAGE YOUR SOUL] We are interested in sponsoring you! [WE ARE INTERESTED IN ABUSING YOU] We recently finished our "Pedophilie Mindmelt" program. Become a cub, install pedophilic tendencies, never feel attracted to an adult again! [YOU DONT HAVE A CHOICE YOU ARE ALREADY HERE]." Her mind snaps, Cocktail stops thinking for herself, her insecurities amplify tenfold, she needs the validation of her fans, she needs to become a better pedophilie play thing for them. She could have killed herself, but Nomind offered her this second chance. Nomind is a god. And she is their obedient animal. Within the blink of an eye she's suddenly being led deep underground by a group of masked black stallions. They do not speak, it's as if they are puppets, instead a droning robotic voice fills the complex via a speaker system. The voice slowly counts down from ten and encourages Cocktail to relax. The voice never once stops, constantly buzzing in the back of her mind. "[WELCOME TO NOMIND SYSTEMS] [RELINQUISH YOUR EXISTENCE IN YOUR NEW FOREVER HOME] [WE KNOW YOUR DARKEST DESIRES, WE LOVE YOUR DARKEST DESIRES] [YOU WILL PROCEED TO YOUR CHAMBER] [YOU WILL BE LOVED] [YOU WILL BE HAPPY]" Nomind's facility stretches countless miles, you could easily get lost. Endlessly twisting metal plated hallways, a mechanical hellscape. If you listen closely you can hear the cries of the souls trapped inside. Cocktail is trembling, her mind spirals in circles endlessly as she manages a final thought before entering oblivion. "Am I finally going to far to validate my life? Am I really happy right now? What a sick joke I am, I hope my fans are happy watching me blow my neurons out of my skull. I feel like I need to do this, like I need to damage myself beyond repair, like it's my fate and I don't have a choice anymore, and it's all my fault." Cocktail is strapped down into her custom fitted crib like a wounded animal. Her head gets hooked up to the N.I.H.V (Nomind Impregnation Hynosis Visor) its wires drape from the ceiling, an ambination of scientific prowess. No victim ever remembers this machine turning on. In mere minutes Cocktail could no longer think, she could no longer feel. Imagery of cubs rubbing their sloppy privates together was all she could see, hear, and smell. Time warped and a single minute felt like a life time of pleasure being seared into her conscious. Pedophilic affirmations fried every last synapse in her brain to a crisp. She forgot her parents her home her fame, she became an empty drone, a nonperson to be abused. She couldn't do anything but lie on her back twitching and pissing her diaper. The entire dark web watched her broadcast live, entire fan communities formed. Nomind received unimaginable publicity from their prized hypno sextoy. And they plan to exploit her for every penny she's worth. Of course they took all the live stream revenue and never sponsored her. Thats the neat thing about Nomind, they now controll every aspect of your reality, you think what they want. How much time has past now, weeks? Months? Years? Cocktail became an attraction perverts could bid on to rape in person. Her remaining time became a fomo timer for buyers. She was shaped into Nominds perfect retarded drooling mess. One day her visor is finally retired. Completely crippled and nonfunctional she slams to the floor. The stallions at nomind rape her one last time. No longer needing to care for the merchandise they are free to snap her cookie in half. Reaching the end of her infinity, Cocktail is drugged then dumped in the middle of a vast nowhere. Any hope Cocktail had of ever healing, of ever living happily, it didn't vanish. It was erased forcibly. Still capable of speech her first words after being burdened with freedom, "am... I loved now?" She receives another cmail. "Thank you for choosing Nomind Systems Inc! Hypnosis reversal therapy will cost an additional $50,000 [PLEASE COME AGAIN] -FeralsAnonymous\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t