In her previous life, Lauren Schenkl was a 30 year old single mother before her abduction. She had gone on a solo trip to Germany, leaving her one year old son with her brother's family. Now, Lauren was trapped in a time loop.

She had been seduced by an older woman who called herself Frida. She met Frida at lunch at a cafe in Berlin and that woman instantly had her hooked. They spent the afternoon walking along the riverbank as Lauren fell in love. Frida spoke so many promises to lure Lauren in. That she was looking for a soulmate. That she could house and pay for Lauren's extended stay. That they were meant for each other. Lauren believed every one of Frida's wicked lies. By dinner, Frida had gotten Lauren so worked up that Lauren couldn't take it anymore.

It was just after dinner at Frida's house. The two had retired to the bedroom. Lauren told Frida that she had something to show her. She placed a chair opposite to the bed and sat Frida in it. Lauren stripped nude. Frida ran her hands up and down Lauren's body. The woman told her how beautiful she was and how much more beautiful she would look if she went and touched herself on the bed for her. Eager to please, Lauren sat on the bed, laying her legs to one side in the sexiest pose she could imagine. Then, she slipped her hand to her clit and started touching herself as she imagined the divine feminine energy of the older woman washing over her bare body. That heaven just kept going on and on, on and on. By the time Lauren realized she had been tricked, it was far too late.

Underneath the bed was a machine. With a flick of a button, anything or anyone above would enter a time loop. That moment of sexual ecstasy kept replaying over and over again for Lauren, oblivious to the fact that two men had come into the room and were loading her into a container. Frida was pleasuring herself the whole time as the auburn haired beauty had become perfectly ensnared in her trap. She came as the girl was carried out, still lost in her 5-second loop of rubbing and moaning.

It was a gradual reawakening for Lauren. Her mind became more and more detached from the loop, until her mind began to run linearly again. Lauren realized that she was not in the apartment anymore but was surrounded by a circular mirror under an bright LED light that vaguely reminded her of that one strip club she went to when she was experimenting with her bisexuality in college. She heard EDM and muted chatter from beyond the enclosure. Her body was still stuck in the loop, of rubbing and moaning. Lauren realized that this was what people were watching from behind the one way mirror. How long had she been here? A day? A week? A month? A year? Lauren had no way of knowing. At any rate, the local papers in her modest New Jersey suburb must have reported on her being missing. Anything beyond that is pure speculation.

Lauren knew she had to escape, lest she be stuck her as a display fixture forever. She tried to will her body to move, but her body followed the rhythm of the loop perfectly obediently. As she strained harder, her mind seemed to be getting more rhythmic, almost as if the looped time was traveling from her muscles up through her nerves into her brain. Lauren stopped just in time before her whole mind could fall back into the loop. So much for that idea. Lauren wracked her brain for solutions but none came. She could do nothing withought control of her own body.

The flickering light reflected off her skin so erotically. Lauren thought of all the evil men who must have been watching her from beyond the mirror, lusting over her writhing body as a permanent display fixture of the club, taking videos on their phone to brag to their friends about this illicit venue. Of course they would take advantage of the pretty girl with the soft shapely body and cat-like face. Lauren had always though of herself as being good at defending herself against lecherous men who tried to use her for her body but this time, they won.

As her feelings of anger, betrayal, and violation subsided, a general sense of boredom and dread came over Lauren. If she was going to be stuck here forever, what could she do other that to just let her mind loop. Whether or not rescue was on the way was completely out of her control. If and when they did find her, a month, a year from now, they'd find her in this state helplessly touching herself over and over again, with no sign on her exterior of any mental resistance could be maintaining.

Lauren noticed that the song had stopped changing. It was the same 5-second loop over and over again. EDM is pretty repetitive but this was strange. Then, Lauren noticed that the background voiced also started repeating. Same words, same time. Lauren realized that her eardrums had fallen back into the loop. The light patterns were on a 5-second loop anyway so Lauren had no way to gauge whether her eyes were also looped. Lauren resigned in defeat. There was no way now of holding out against the ceaseless rhythm of all her senses. No one would ever know of her brief moment of resistance, maybe not even Lauren herself. If she was going to spend eternity as a display doll, endlessly looping in time, she could at least make that time good. Lauren could already feel the tune of her moon fluctuating in perfect sync with the lights, sounds, and her still masturbating body. With the last vestige of her free mind, she forced herself to feel good while grasping for something to anchor herself to.

I'm a hot fuckdoll, Lauren thought

I'm a hot fuckdoll

I'm a hot fuckdoll

I'm a hot fuckdoll

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Outside, the men drank and gazed. They watched as Lauren and two other girls acted out sex motions in perfect loop. One of them was an exchange student from Penn State. Her lithe black body, clad only in knee socks, rhythmically fucked a dildo attached to one side of the enclosure while steadying itself on the other. The other was a korean girl, sitting cross legged with her head back, sucking on a dildo in her hand, while playing with her plump tit. All three of the girls were captured by Frida at her place. The black girl had woken up once when they were changing her position. Just like Lauren, she had resigned to her fate. The korean girl had never woken up, her mind still in the lesbian heaven of Frida's bedroom. At any rate, all the girls were so hot. No wonder these men were drawn to this illicit display. Occasionally one of the men would make a crude remark about the time-looped women, their lust fueled by the club's free flowing alcohol and drugs. Waitresses in bikinis moved amongst them. Some of them felt bad for the girls. As fellow women, they obviously could sympathize with these poor creatures stuck behind glass. But the pay was too good, and it's not like they realized anything happened to them. They were just having sex and then that moment just stretched out into a looped eternity without them even realizing.

At the end of the night, the club closed out. It was 7 am and the last stragglers took a limo out. The club was closed for maintenance until lunch when a group of execs from an auto company were booked. At 8, the technician came into Lauren's enclosure to change the lighting. He was attracted to all of the girls but Lauren was something special. He was struck by the beauty of the living doll with her lush auburn hair partially obscuring her pristine timeless face. The club boss nodded approvingly behind him. As a thank you for getting his job done so efficiently, the boss let the technician have his way with her. The technician took out his cock and started masturbating. He salivated at her pretty face, strained as she fingered herself, so apparently oblivious to how sexy her bare  feet, legs, butt, back, tits, everything looked under the dancing lights. He tried to imagine what it must be like for the pristine beauty, eternally imprisoned in her five seconds of pleasure. His eyes darted to the other girls but they quickly settled right back on the perfect beauty in front of him. The technician could take it no more. His cum splattered on her bare graceful back. Her ribs were barely visible, sliding back and forth under her soft fatty flesh in exact rhythmic motions as the technician's seed flowed perpendicularly downward. I'm a hot fuckdoll was still echoing in the girl's mind in its nth repetition. "Let's keep that in the enclosure", the boss remarked as he slid the mirror panel back in place. "It's hotter that way"