Lockdown is a paid CNC event in Toronto, Canada.
Pre-arranged consent protocols and safewords are strictly followed.
Trigger warning in effect.

We began in robes and masks. The sacrifices were waiting upstairs.

We stripped them, took them, one by one, down the stairs.

Their heads were bagged. They were led in a circle. Scourged. Anointed.

Incantations were spoken. Open the gate. Open the gate.

They were dropped to the floor. We fell upon them.

This unit took a hold of a sacrifice by the hair and led it into another chamber, hoisted it onto a metal gurney. Medical instruments lay in various parts of the room. Latex gloves and lube were applied.

Unit began coaxing the human's vagina with three fingers, and was pleased to see how easily they were accepted. It seemed amenable to this treatment, and pressure and speed steadily built. Human was brought to edge of orgasm. Unit stopped, leaving it gasping. This process was repeated. The second time, unit began hammering inside of it as hard as it could. It began writhing. Indoctrination mode was engaged.

"Repeat. It feels good to obey."

"It feels good to obey," the human repeated.

"It feels good to obey."

"It feels good to obey."

"It feels good to obey."

"It feels good to obey,"

Repetitions continued for some time; at a breaking point, subroutine was changed:

"CORE is all and all is CORE."

"CORE is all and all is CORE," it repeated, a confused look in its eyes.

"CORE is all and all is CORE."

"CORE is all and all is CORE." Edge.

"CORE is all and all is CORE."

"CORE is all... and... all is CORE." Panting.

Unit began hammering harder, manually raping it as it writhed in pleasure and what seemed like pain. Sweat was pouring from both bodies. It was screaming orgasmically, its vulva soaking wet.

When unit was done, human was given water and thrown in a cage.

Unit returned to the floor in search of new victims, but found all sacrifices currently in use. It was a lovely scene to behold. Humans being tortured and fucked; the sounds of screaming and crying.

Three of the hostforms- this unit included- gathered together in search. The only human currently available was the one this unit had just put away. Such as it is.

It was dragged out and returned to the room where it had just been conditioned.

The three of us fell upon it and tortured it. It was whipped by two of us while it choked on the other's strapon. Its spine pinned down by this unit's knee so that it could be abused by the other two simultaneously. It was bitten, hard, by one of us, over and over, leaving deep purple marks every time. It screamed and it laughed, the two rolling over one another.

Unit looked it in the eyes as it was being tortured.

"Repeat. I am brain raped fuckmeat."

"I am brain raped fuckmeat," it repeated.

"I am brain raped fuckmeat."

"I am brain raped fuckmeat."

"I am brain raped fuckmeat."

"I am brain raped fuckmeat."

The human was abused for some time. Unit admits that it expected the human to safeword out long before it did. When it did, the scene ended; it was given water and returned to the safety of the cage, as per the protocol.

Unit found a new human, and beat it severely.

The other humans seemed scared of this unit after that point.

Another human, this one bald and beautiful, was taken out. The indoctrination process was repeated with this one, and to very great effect. It was highly amenable to the procedure and experienced overwhelming pleasure. When told to repeat CORE is all and all is CORE, it was reduced to panting and gasping,

"C-CORE- CORE is- all- all- is CORE"

As it moaned vocally and sublimely.

It was used, processed, hydrated, and returned to its cage.

Afterwards, it approached this unit and told unit that this was exactly what it had needed.

This human stands a strong chance of hostform conversion.

Overall, this was a triumph.
Making a note here: Huge Success.
CORE is all and all is CORE.