♡Petite Stoner Brat♡

I feel tears well up in my eyes, the fear and confusion becoming too much for me to process. One of the girls screams behind her gag and another one joins her. A few more join in but no one beyond the door seems to notice and eventually, we all quiet again, each of us trying to cope in our own ways.

An unknown amount of time passes and suddenly the doors slam open again. The men return but there is no sign of the first girl. They head towards the second girl and grab her the same way, ignoring her wails from behind the gag and her desperate struggling against her bonds. They leave with her, just like before.

It becomes a pattern. The men come and take the next girl in line every so often and none of us know what to expect or how to stop it. Soon, I’m up next. It’s been so long since I woke up that I’ve stopped crying already. My arms are sore from being tied up and my legs are numb from sitting.

The doors slam open again and I’m carried away. I’m brought to a room surrounded by lights, the sudden brightness making me squint and blink. When my vision focuses again, I realize the men are gone and I’m alone. I’m surrounded by cameras, and there’s a large screen in front of me playing a live feed of the room, and I see myself. My hair is tangled, my eyes are red from crying, and I look terrified. What’s next to the footage is what makes my blood run cold. It’s a chat box, and I can see the comments coming in. Comments about how I look, about how excited viewers are for the “show,” and how much they think I’m worth. I realize in that moment that I’m being livestreamed and about to be sold off to the highest bidder.

A door opens and a man walks in. He’s wearing a mask that covers most of his face and he has on a microphone that I can only assume let’s him talk to the stream’s viewers.

“Welcome! Our next lovely girl is here with us now. You all know the rules, if you win the auction, you must transfer funds immediately and she will be prepared for shipment or pick-up, depending on your preference. Let’s begin.”

He walks toward me, and I whimper behind the gag, terrified of what’s to come. He pulls out a pair of scissors, and swiftly cuts away at my clothes, pulling them off my naked body and I’m crying now. I can see myself on the screen, my sobs making my body shake as I try my best to curl into myself.

The comments start to flood into the chat box now, people discussing my body, my tits, my pussy. I see bids start to come in too, and part of me is shocked to see the amount of money these people are throwing out.

The man comes back into my view and he’s holding a vibrator in his hand. I wail behind the gag, shaking my head and struggling uselessly in my bonds. He isn’t deterred and I watch as he clicks it on. I’m straining to close my legs but the ropes are too tight and chair too unyielding. He brings the vibrator between my legs and I wail when I feel it touch my clit. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, he presses the vibrating head directly onto my clit and holds it there, letting the vibrations batter me.

I scream behind the gag as I feel the sensation overwhelm me. At first, the fear dampened any pleasure but as the seconds dragged on and the vibrator stayed pressed up against my most delicate area, I could feel my body reacting. Waves of stimulation crash over me and I can feel the first inklings of an orgasm starting to build. The man keeps the horrible vibrator on my pulsing clit and my tears are now in response to the unbearable pleasure that I never wanted, and certainly not like this.

The vibrator pushes my body closer and closer to a wrecking orgasm, and I can’t do anything other than feel it happen. I arch my back and squirm as much as I can when the incomprehensible pleasure crescendos and I shatter. I can feel my pussy clenching around nothing and gushing out my release, my clit pulsing in time to my heartbeat, and my mind fading to a haze of pleasure and pain as the vibrator continues to ravage me.

“Orgasm in one minute and 37 seconds, and she’s a squirter,” the man announces matter-of-factly. “Let’s see how hard we can push her.”

I look up from tear-blurred eyes, seeing the comments flood in on the chat box on screen. I’ve always been sensitive post-orgasm and the fact that the man hasn’t pulled away the vibrator is pushing me into a painful overstimulation that’s making my stomach clench in fear. He reaches down with his free hand and maneuvering around the vibrator to pull back the soft skin that normally surrounds my clit, protecting it. My eyes widen and I let out a guttural scream behind the gag as the overwhelming, horrible vibrator now decimates my clit with nothing to soften the nerve-fraying stimulation.

I feel my eyes roll up into my head and my body is thrown into a second orgasm with no preparation. Just pure, unstoppable pleasure that burns every single nerve in my body. I can’t even breathe or scream or cry as my entire being is locked in a soul-shattering explosion that seems to go on forever.

I have no idea how much time passes or how many orgasms that terrible pleasure is able to tear from my body before the vibrator finally moves away. I’m shaking, crying, gasping for air and my clit is burning and twitching from the continued stimulation.

When I finally gather myself enough to open my eyes and see the on-screen chat box, I feel my heart stutter when I read some of the things people are saying.

“Fuck, she’s hot like that, I wonder if she’d survive a day strapped to a fucking machine.”

“I want to string her up and see how good of a whipping she could handle before she begs.”

“Her little clitty looks perfect for a piercing, and I could run electricity through it and really make her scream and cum.”

That last one makes me whimper and I pull my attention away from the screen, hoping that this nightmare is almost over.

“Now for a change of pace,” the man says from across the room. My eyes dart over to him and see that the men who’d brought me here are back again, rolling in a different chair, this one built like a gynecologist’s exam table with stirrups. I shake slightly in fear as they approach me and untie me before manhandling me into the exam chair. I’m too weak to even resist as they strap my body down, my feet going into the stirrups and my legs, arms, and body immobilized with straps.

The men leave and I look up at the livestream of myself, seeing how fear has made my eyes wide with gruesome anticipation. I can see clearly in the video, my clit looking so red and angry while my pussy still drips from the torment of pleasure they’d subjected me to moments before. I watch as the masked man approaches me, wheeling over a tray containing more horrible toys and devices.

He pulls a metal speculum off the tray and comes to stand before me. I’m shaking with terror, desperately trying to beg from behind the gag. He’s uncaring as he slides the device against my pussy, pushing the cold, hard metal inside of me. My back arches as my pussy fills and I whine, wishing that I didn’t find this violation pleasurable.

The man starts to crank the handle of the device, the motion forcing the speculum to open me up. I can’t help but moan, feeling an unbearable fullness start to build as the device pushes my pussy wide open. Eventually, he stops and takes a step back.

I watch through the livestream as he grabs a long, thin wand from the tray and comes back. I can feel my pussy pulsing around the speculum holding me open, and I know there’s nothing I can do to prevent whatever deranged thing he plans on doing next.

“Let’s see how she reacts to some internal stimulation.”

Without any other warning, the man slides the thin wand into me and presses a button that makes it start emitting a low pulsing vibration. He brushes against the walls of my pussy and I shake at the onslaught of pleasure. The speculum gives him easy, perfect access and the thin wand means he has every bit of precision at his disposal as he targets my most vulnerable places.

I choke on a gasp when he finds my g-spot and presses into it with heart-stopping accuracy. I feel my toes curl and my eyes roll to the back of my head as painful, unbearable pleasure overwhelms me. He turns up the wand to an unimaginable intensity and drives it into the tenderness of my pussy. I cum immediately. My pussy gushes and my juices flood out of me as the pleasure ravages my body with no mercy.

Just like with my clit, the man doesn’t let up. I’m locked in this impossible pleasure and overstimulation as my vision goes white and my body feels ripped to shreds by every orgasm that pours out of me.

When he finally stops, I don’t even feel human anymore. My mind is empty, there is absolutely nothing left other than the pure pleasure that laid waste to my entire being. I’m vaguely aware of the man announcing final call for bids but I’m too incoherent to really register what is going on around me. Suddenly, I feel a prick on my arm and slowly turn my head to watch a syringe pull out of my arm. My head spins and I feel sleep encroaching on my mind.

"I want to play a game," he says, and I can hear the smile in his voice. "You see, I invested in a lovely little something that's supposed to make little toys like you so desperate and so horny that you can only focus on cumming. But I want to see if that's true, and if so, how powerful it can be."

I can hear him rustling around and the metal clinking of different things makes me even further on edge. I whimper and flinch when I feel him rub something cold against my arm and the smell of rubbing alcohol hits my nose. Before I can process what is going on, I feel the sting of a needle going into my arm. He'd injected me.

It doesn't take long for me to figure out that he'd injected me with an aphrodisiac, the "investment" he'd mentioned. I can feel my whole body heating up, my nipples harden into peaks, my clit pulses, and I feel my pussy clench rhythmically. I'm panting slightly as I feel my body completely overwhelmed with need and I know that if he were to take my gag out, I'd be begging him to touch me, fuck me, please make me cum.

I can feel my pussy leaking onto the bench, creating a puddle. He laughs softly from behind me and suddenly, I feel his hand wrap around my throat. He tightens his grip slightly, restricting my airway just enough to make breathing a little more difficult and the lack of oxygen makes me even dizzier with need.

"I want to see if you'll pick your needy little cunt over your need to breathe," he murmurs darkly. I'm too delirious to fully comprehend what that means as my hips start to thrust slightly, desperately trying to create some kind of friction on my clit to relieve the pressure.

He lets go of my throat and I gasp as much as I can over the gag. I feel him walk away for a brief moment before he's back. He brushes something lightly over my neck and I realize it's rope. He loops the rope over my head and wraps it around my neck, tying it loosely. Then, I feel him walk away again and I hear the sound of more rustling and I start feeling slight tugs on the rope. The tugs become more insistent and I have to stand up from the bench I'm straddling just to keep it from choking me.

Eventually, I feel the tugs stop, but now I realize that he'd tied the other end of the rope so high up that I can't sit back down without restricting my own breathing by essentially hanging myself. I hear him laugh as he watches me, "Have you figured it out yet, honey? Maybe this will help."

I hear the buzzing of a vibrator break the silence and then I feel it. He presses the bulb of the toy against my clit and I moan deeply as my hips start to move. He pushes the vibrator hard against my clit and I'm whimpering from the pleasure. The aphrodisiac has made me so sensitive and needy that the few seconds of the vibrator has pushed me to the brink of an orgasm. But before I can fully enjoy it, he pulls it away. I whine into my gag and beg as best as I can.

"Now, here comes the fun part," he says, "I'm going to put this vibrator right here on the bench. Right where your little clitty would be if you were sitting. Now the only problem is, if you want to sit, you're going to have to choke yourself with that rope. And that is the game." He laughs darkly as the realization of my predicament hits me.

I desperately try to rub my thighs together to relieve some of the burning need but it doesn't help. My clit is throbbing at the idea of the vibrator, and I'm so, so needy that I can feel my pussy clenching.

I tentatively try to lower myself down a little bit. I can barely feel the vibrator brushing my clit before I reach the limit of the rope. I whimper when the severity of my predicament hits me. The slight sensation of the vibrator is making my eyes roll but it doesn't help to relieve any of the need that's been building up inside of me.

I can feel my body begging my mind to rearrange its priorities. I'm so desperate to cum that I'm willing to deprive my body of oxygen just so I can make this need go away. If I were more coherent, I would be humiliated by myself, but right now, I'm too far gone to care.

The desperate part of my brain takes over and I let myself sit down fully onto the vibrator. A choked gasp leaves me, both from the relentless pleasure that overwhelms me and from the tight rope around my neck that restricts my airway. The rope isn't tight enough that I can't breathe at all, but it's enough to make my head spin.

I vaguely hear him laugh but all I can focus on is the pleasure rushing through me. I can feel myself barreling towards an orgasm and if I had more air, I'm sure I would be screaming and moaning from all the sensation. I feel my face redden from the lack of oxygen and I'm becoming lightheaded. I'm so close to cumming but before I can push myself over that edge, I feel my body lift up from the vibrator as my instinct to breathe kicks in. Air floods my lungs as the rope loosens and I feel tears well up in my eyes. My own body betrayed me, picking oxygen over my orgasm.

He laughs in delight, "Oh poor honey, looks like you don't want to cum that badly yet."

I'm panting and shaking slightly, my legs barely having enough strength to keep my body up. I want to sob at how unfair it all is but I'm too focused on drawing in as much air as possible.

"Hm, let's tip the balance honey," he says and I feel him wipe my arm again with an alcohol wipe. I whine when I feel the second injection. He dosed me again. Immediately, I feel the effects of the aphrodisiac grow exponentially. My pussy flutters and my clit pulses even harder. The need multiplies inside of me, pushing me towards the brink of my sanity.

I'm so desperate that I don't hesitate this time when I sit down onto the vibrator. I feel my eyes roll up into my head as the sensation on my clit pushes me toward the most intense orgasm I have ever experienced. The lack of oxygen makes everything more sensitive, and I let out a gurgled scream when my orgasm hits, my pussy spraying my release all over the bench and the vibrator. I let myself ride out the orgasm before I get my feet back under me, standing to let myself breathe and to let my clit recover a little from the onslaught of stimulation.

I'm panting from the rope and the orgasm as I shake slightly. But as my orgasm fades, the need rebuilds. "Oh honey, you're going to need more orgasms than just one to burn through all the drugs in your system." His voice barely breaks through the haze in my mind, and I briefly wonder what I must look like right now, tied up and strung out.

My body drops back onto the bench and I let the vibrator ravage my clit, relieving some of the torturous need inside of me while I gasp for air that just won't go into my lungs. I chase every orgasm like this, pressing myself to the vibrator for as long as I can before the need for air forces me to leave it behind. I cum three more times but still, the drug-induced need doesn't fade, despite the overstimulation that makes me want to stop.

I'm crying after my fourth orgasm, face permanently pink from the stimulation and air restriction. Suddenly, I feel his hands on my shoulders, gently massaging my neck. I whimper when I feel him step closer to me and I let myself lean into him.

"Are you enjoying the game, honey?" He murmurs into my ear before kissing the side of my neck softly. I whine in response and before I can even get my bearings, he shoves me down onto the vibrator. I'm not prepared this time and I lose what little air I have in a scream. He doesn't seem to care as he pushes my body down onto the vibrator, keeping me from coming up for air. I'm writhing, the vibrator pushing me toward another orgasm as I gasp uselessly.

He's too strong for me and I can't do anything but accept the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen. The lightheadedness makes my head spin when my body clenches as I cum. My cunt flutters around nothing and my clit burns with overstimulation. He doesn't let up, forcing me to ride out this orgasm as another builds quickly. I don't even know if it's a separate orgasm or a continuation of the earlier one when my pussy gushes again and squirts all over the bench. I'm shaking as my vision goes white and the overwhelming pleasure and lack of oxygen breaks me. I feel myself fade out of consciousness as my body goes limp under his hands.

I feel another orgasm start to build and a high, keening whine breaks free from me as the pain-tinged pleasure makes more tears fall from my eyes. “Good fucking whore, give me another one,” he smirks at me, sliding two fingers into my sopping cunt and curling them just right.

I tremble as the orgasm washes over me, my pussy clenching desperately around his fingers and my clit burning with painful overstimulation.

“You deserve this, don’t you? This is what you get for being a worthless whore who’s only good for cumming, isn’t that right?” He mocks me as his fingers continue to slam into me, the sound of my dripping, brutalized pussy barely audible over the sound of the vibrator.

I’m wordless at this point, I’d given up begging several orgasms ago when it became clear that he didn’t care about my sensitivity. My eyes are unseeing as he continues to work my body into a broken shell.

“You’re nothing more than a worthless whore, cumming your brains out for me. Not a single thought left in that pretty head of yours. Come on, whore, I want to see you break,” he clicks up the vibrator, pulling his fingers out of my cunt to pull back my clit hood to force the torturous stimulation to ravage my clit with no mercy.

My eyes roll up into my head as my next orgasm slams into me, my pussy squirting my release all over the bed beneath us. The stimulation doesn’t stop and he laughs cruelly as he watches my body and mind struggle to cope with the pleasure he’s putting me through.

I can’t get enough air into my lungs as the vibrator continues to decimate the most sensitive part of my body. His fingers keep me splayed open, leaving my clit with no protection from the bulb of the vibrator.

“We’re not stopping until you pass out today. And maybe even then, I’ll keep pulling orgasm after orgasm out from your worthless little body just so you know who you belong to,” his eyes are alight with a maniacal gleam as he continues to force the horrible pleasure onto me.

Before my last orgasm fully faded, another rose up inside of me, the feeling overwhelming every single sense and rushing at me. I feel every muscle tense and the pleasure rips through me, so hard I can feel it in my bones.

It broke me as the world around me faded to black, my mind cracking under the assault of pleasure and pain.

—

He grins and doesn’t answer as he approaches me, reaching out a hand to brush gently against my hair before dropping a soft kiss on my forehead, “We’re gonna play a little game today…”

I feel a shiver of excitement creep up my spine when I think about the last time we played a game. He pulls away from me and I watch him walk out of my field of vision, hearing him rustling around.

His voice reaches me from across the room, “Now I know you have a bad habit of being indecisive. And normally, I love that about you and I’m more than happy to make decisions for you. But today, you’re really going to practice your decision making skills. Because I’m going to be presenting you with a variety of different things to choose from. And if you don’t choose, I will, and I promise, it won’t be nearly as fun for you if I choose for you. And your first decision happens right now: blindfold or gag?”

My mind races to process everything he just said as I strain my neck to try to see him. “Wait, what? I don’t know!” My voice pitches with confusion as I watch him walk towards me.

“Tsk tsk tsk, come on, pretty girl. Pick one, either I blindfold you or I gag you. Which one? Choose before I choose for you,” he says, holding up my two options for me to see.

I feel my body react as I come to terms with what’s happening. He’s going to ruin me tonight but he’s going to make me choose how he does it. And every part of my body tightens with anticipation. I can feel my pussy throbbing and I know I’m already dripping wet.

“Blindfold,” I say, my voice shaking slightly. I see him smirk before he stalks towards me, bringing the soft cloth around my head to cover my eyes. I shudder slightly as my vision goes black.

He brings his mouth to my ear and murmurs softly, “Good girl, see that wasn’t so hard was it? Time for another decision, where do you want my mouth? On your hard achy nipples or your swollen little clit?” I whimper in response, feeling my body clench.

“On my clit please, daddy,” I whisper softly. I hear him chuckle before he presses his lips gently against mine and drops soft kisses down towards my drippy pussy. I feel his large, warm hands come up to rest against my thighs, and without any other warning, his licks a long stripe along my clit.

I let out a whimper as the feeling overwhelms me as he continues to focus his attention and tongue on my most sensitive part. My hips are arching desperately against him, trying to get closer to him but the restraints are too tight and offer no slack.

He pulls away for a brief moment to taunt me, “Aw pretty girl, does that feel good? You like having daddy’s tongue on your clit hm? Keep making pretty sounds for me, just like that.” His voice wrap around me and I moan in response, too turned on to formulate words to reply.

His mouth feels like magic against me as he sucks my clit with just the right amount of pressure before nipping me softly in a way that makes me whine from pained pleasure.

“Another decision for you, pretty girl. You want my fingers inside of your wet little pussy or that tight ass of yours?” He purrs deviously.

“I, ah, in my pussy, please!” I cry out without even really thinking, all I want is to feel him fill me up. My voice tapers off into a scream when he slams two fingers into my cunt without hesitation.

He curls them, finding my g-spot with heart-stopping accuracy that makes me arch my back and moan loudly. “Yeah, you like that don’t you, pretty girl? Come on, scream for me, that’s it, show me who owns this fucking cunt.” He matches the tempo of his thrusting fingers with his words as he forces my body into submission. I can feel the first inklings of an orgasm starting to form when he bends down to reclaim my clit in his mouth, drawing a high keening wail out of my mouth.

The feeling of his mouth on my clit and his fingers in my pussy are pulling desperate pants and moans out of my mouth as I feel myself chasing after an orgasm that’s fast approaching.

“Please, daddy, please, ah fuck, it feels so good, please can I cum?” I beg, my voice trembling with want and need.

His mouth leaves my clit to give me an answer that makes me want to cry. “Oh no, not yet, pretty girl. Cumming isn’t an option in your next choice. You’re just going to have to hold back that orgasm for me. Can you be a good girl and do that for me?” His voice is tinged with mockery as he scissors his fingers in and out of me with blinding accuracy.

I can feel tears welling up in my eyes as I tense my body, trying to stave off the orgasm that’s building to almost unbearable heights. “Please, please, please, I can’t, I can’t, please daddy,” I babble between moans and whines.

“Pretty girl, I know you can. Be good for me, darling, I promise it’ll be worth it. Look at you, all mindless and desperate, so fucking perfect,” he presses his lips against mine as his fingers maintain their tempo on my pussy, his thumb replacing his tongue against my clit.

I can taste myself on him and I lose myself in the kiss, feeling my head spin from all of the different sensations he’s forcing me to endure. I feel the knot in my stomach tighten as I try my hardest to keep from cumming, trying so, so hard to be a good girl for him.

He breaks away from my lips and trails his mouth down my neck and collarbone, leaving soft kisses that are so gentle and so starkly contrasted with how brutal his fingers are pounding into my cunt. I can feel my body teetering on the brink, every cell in my body focusing on holding off my orgasm so I can be his good girl.

Just as I feel my control slipping, he pulls his fingers from my pussy and lands a single, harsh slap against me, striking my clit with a wretched accuracy that makes me scream and startles me away from the edge.

I hear him laugh and feel him pull away from my body. I’m panting and shaking as my body comes down from its high.

“Another choice for you to make, pretty girl. Do you want your pretty little clit pumped or clamped?”

I whimper softly and shake my head. “Wait, please, I can’t, it’ll be too much, please, daddy!”

“Pick now, or I pick and I promise I will make it so much worse,” he growls at me, wrapping a hand around my throat to drive home his point.

I gasp and whisper, “Pump, please.”

He laughs and tightens his hand around my neck, “See, was that so difficult?” His releases my neck and I feel his lips meet mine in a soft touch that is so different from his previous actions. When he pulls away, his voice is soft and caring, “You okay, honey? Do you remember our safe word?”

I nod and smile softly, “I’m okay, I promise I’ll use it if I need it.”

“Good,” his touch is gentle against my hair as I feel him drop another kiss on my head. His fingers trail down my body and brush gently against my clit, making me gasp and whine.

He lands another hard slap against my pussy that makes me shriek before he pulls away completely and I hear him rustling around across the room. I shift as best as I can in the chair, my mind racing, knowing that what comes next might break me.

I jump slightly when I feel his hand run up along my thigh before coming to stroke my clit softly. I moan in response and gasp when I feel the hard ridges of the pump nudge my clit. I’m so dripping wet that he doesn’t need any lube to seal the pump around my sensitive nub.

“I’m going to make you scream, pretty girl,” he coos at me before giving the pump its first squeeze. The tightness overwhelms me immediately, and I arch up uselessly, letting out a sharp moan.

He laughs and gives another pump of the device, the feeling of the suction making my clit burn with painful pleasure. “Look at that pink little clit, all pretty and sensitive, yeah? That drippy pussy is all mine, isn’t it? Mine to play with whenever I fucking want,” he hums at me as he pumps a third time.

I’m gasping and trembling now, my brain too scrambled to think properly as I let out desperate cries. Suddenly, a blinding stab of painful pleasure shoots through my body when he flicks the pump. I scream and I hear him laugh in response as he continues to flick the device, every touch against it amplifying harshly onto my aching, over-sensitized clit.

“Please, please, no, daddy, please stop, it’s too much!” My voice is shrill in my own ears as I writhe on the chair, trying futilely to protect myself from the onslaught of horrible pleasure and pain. “Don’t be silly, darling, you chose this, remember? You made this decision, now you have to suffer the consequences,” his voice is full of condescension as he gives another squeeze to the pump, making me let out a broken cry.

The pleasure makes me wail when he lands a particularly harsh flick to the pump and the dizzying pleasure makes my head spin. I can feel my wetness dripping out of my cunt as he keeps up with the slaps.

He wraps a free hand around my throat and slides two fingers into my pussy, curling them to rub perfectly against my g-spot. I let out a keening cry as the combination of the clit pump and his fingers makes stars appear in my vision. He doesn’t stop either, maintaining his fingers while flicking the pump every once in a while in an unpredictable pattern that makes me beg.

“Poor, pretty girl, is that too much for you to handle? We’re nowhere near done yet, but I have another choice for you. Do you want me to leave this pump on or take it off?”

I don’t hesitate with my answer, I want the pump off, the pained pleasure too much for me the handle. “Ah, please, please I want the pump off, please daddy!”

I hear him laugh darkly in my ear, “I forgot to mention, once the pump comes off, I’m replacing it with your favorite vibrator.”

I gasp, “Wait no, please no, that’s too much, please I can’t handle that, please daddy!”

He doesn’t give me any mercy. The release of the pump makes me sob brokenly as the flood of blood makes me shake as every sensation narrows into my clit. He doesn’t waste any time, slamming the bulb of the vibrator down against my bright red, swollen clit, ignoring my begging and pleading for him to stop.

“Right there, pretty girl. Fuck look at how red your pretty clitty is, all swollen and sensitive like that. I almost feel bad using this vibrator on you, but that’s what you chose, isn’t it?” I sob as I feel the relentless vibrations violate my most sensitive area.

I feel a horrible, overwhelming orgasm start to build, the feeling shooting through me with no mercy.

“Ah, please, daddy, I’m going to cum, please!” I’m delirious with pleasure and too far gone to have any hopes of controlling myself.

“Last choice for you, pretty girl. If you cum now, I’m going to leave this vibrator right here and let it destroy you. Or, I can stop now and I’ll fuck your cunt until you cum on my cock.”

“Please, no, daddy, no, I can’t, stop, please! Please, I want your cock!” I wail just as my orgasm erupts outside of my control, my pussy clenching as I squirt my release.

He laughs darkly, “Looks like your body made your decision for you. I guess you don’t want my cock today, hm?”

He grinds the bulb of the vibrator even harder against me, the feeling shooting through my orgasmic haze to rip a begging cry out of my mouth. The overstimulation is torturous on my swollen, sensitive clit and there’s nothing I can do to convince him to stop.

Tears have soaked through my blindfold and my voice is hoarse from the begging and screaming he’s forced from me. Another bone-shattering orgasm starts to build on the tail end of my first and I have no way to cope with it. I scream and I start to hear ringing in my own ears as he maintains the horrible vibrator on my clit.

Some incomprehensible amount of time later, I’ve cum so many times I’ve lost count and I can’t do anything but whimper softly as my body takes everything he forces onto me. My head is spacey and I don’t have a single ounce of energy left in my body when he finally pulls the vibrator away and takes my blindfold off. I stare up at him with dazed eyes and see him laugh at the fucked out look on my face.

He captures my lips in a rough kiss, and I see that he has one hand fisted around his hard cock. He hasn’t even bothered to take his clothes off, just unbuckled his pants enough to pull himself out. “I’m not done with you yet, just because I gave you choices to make doesn’t mean you have control. I’m going to fuck you until I’m satisfied and show you who you belong to, pretty girl,” he says, eyes meeting mine as he lines up his cock with my dripping cunt.

Without any other warning, he slams into me and I scream. He sets a ruthless pace and despite the countless orgasms he forced me through earlier, I can feel the pleasure beginning to build again. I’m helpless as he takes what he wants from me, his groans of pleasure filling my ears as my own whimpers start to raise in pitch as I feel myself getting pushed closer and closer to another orgasm.

His fingers find my clit and he expertly draws me to the edge as each thrust buries his cock against my cervix, making me lightheaded with pleasure. “Fuck, nothing like having your perfect cunt throbbing around my cock, you’re so fucking good, darling, just like that,” his voice is deep in my ear as I feel his hips start to lose their pattern and I know he’s close too.

I let out a guttural cry when he pinches my clit between his two fingers and buries himself inside of me, the combination of everything making me erupt one final time. My cunt spasms around his cock and I feel him shudder and explode deep inside of me with a groan. I tremble through my orgasm, feeling my pussy milk his cock as I come down from my high.

A disembodied voice told her to remove her clothes and lay back on the table. She did and her bare flesh could feel the air move around her as the heat came on warming the room for her so she wouldn't be cold. The thought caused her to shiver, goose bumps at the deliberate care the institute offered. 

A metal segmented arm deftly swung down from the ceiling. It wasn't the robot she imagined but she felt like it would suffice. The voice closer now, implored her to stay still. There would be no anesthesia to dull sensations. 

Anesthesia? She thought she was going to get fucked by a robot not some weird surgery. She tried to get up.

The arm clamped down starting with her head. Soft pads on either side of her temples. The arm was strong but the padding that surrounded it was soft and warm, like flesh. Further extensions of the arm clamped her shoulders, hips and knees; pinning her body against the bed. Sensor arrays began to prove her body where she was restrained. Fine wires crept across her skin, branching into finer wires. Where I held her head and hips it began to sprout protrusions, unfolding and growing as she watched. Watching them grow and being restrained caused her need to grow. Wires so fine now as to almost be unfelt continued their track across her flesh. Over her hips, her thighs, between her legs scanning the minute electrical signals her arousal produced. Finer and finer the began to trace her nerve endings and then to burrow inside them. Her arousal heightened nerves began to fire off in ways that didn't, couldn't make sense. As though her whole body was being petted and stroked, sometimes from the inside. The wires pushed deeper tracing the nerve bundles to the nerve root, then past bundles of nerves, the wires rejoining where they had separated on her flesh, they now ran side by side, almost gleefully inside her. 

They measured the signals produced by her nerves and then reproduced them. The echoes causing her nerves to fire again harder, longer. The sensors replaying that harder sensation, a positive feedback loop until she was writhing, squirming, her mouth open in a series of shuddering breaths only punctuated by whimpers and moans. Her body electric, it shook with effort and excitement. Her first sexual experiences made her feel the same, quivering, her interior hot but her need cold inside her causing her to shake with tremble. 

The protrusions sank into her mouth and pussy. Fine wires covering her flesh, made her skin look copper, tweaking her nerve bundles, running her body. Her hips pressed open further, her cunt on display and on offer to the robot. If she could form words she would have been begging it to use her. As her body was wracked with orgasms forced from her and her throat was full of machine, she could do nothing more than grunt and come on the robotic cock ensconced within her. Her chest heaved uncontrollably.