Deus Ex Machina

“You’re in?”

You repeat Cerve’s words while staring down at the cage on your crotch.

Brrrr….

You let out a surprise gasp as your cage started to rumble again.

You suppose that was her way of answering.

Knowing that she’s in there...it felt rather odd.

Cerve: “I am taking control over all major functions of your Chastity Device as we speak. What you are currently experiencing is reward mode.”

Sure enough, your dick was currently pleasantly vibrated from all sides. It felt a bit like a fleshlight, which was surprising giving the make up of this cage.

“Can you increase the intensity?”

Cerve: “Negative, Sir. This is the highest setting.”

This will certainly stimulate you enough to get you hard but not enough to actually get you off.

Why doesn’t that surprise you?

Suddenly, the pleasurable feeling stopped, replaced with a sharp electrical pain that hit you so hard you almost toppled over.

Cerve: “This is punishment mode. It applies an electrical shock directly to your scrotum.”

You uselessly attempt to cradle your aching balls, naturally to no effect. All you could do was try to deal with the afterglow of this horrific pain.

Cerve: “This was intensity 5 out of 10. Would you like to test out the other levels, Sir?”

“N-No”, you squeaked out. “Never do that again.”

Cerve: “Understood, Sir, I will not use Intensity 5 of punishment mode anymore.”

You wanted to correct her as your crotch was assaulted by yet another sensation.

This one was neither painful nor pleasurable, it felt like...well...

As if your balls were being tickled by hundreds of tiny feathers!

After just a few seconds you broke out in uncontrollable laughter. You never considered yourself particularly ticklish but this was utterly unbearable!

Cerve: “What you are currently experiencing is fun mode. I am unsure of it’s practical application but sudden spikes in your endorphin levels indicates that this is intended to improve your mood and mental health, Sir.”

Improve my aaaaaasss! This is worse then ****!

You guffaw and giggle. Standing was impossible so you fell down and claw uselessly at your cage. “S-Sto..h.ooooh...hooo……”

Cerve: “S-Sto..h.ooooh...hooo……what?”

“Fu...hu...ha...hahu…..ck…..yoooohuuuuhahhahahaahah!”

Cerve: “I am unable to process your request, Sir. Please speak clearly and concisely.”

You tried your best to fulfill Cerve's unreasonably high standards of diction but clearly fell short. All you manage to blubber out were more garbled noises as you flail around pointlessly.

Cerve: “Very amusing, Sir. Can we focus on our task now? You might be surprised to hear that it is also possible to combine two modes together.”

“Hiiiiaaaaa!!!”

Once again you felt an electric shock course through your crotch. The only saving grace was that this one was of much lower intensity. In fact the zap you got was little more then what you would receive from static clothing.

Cerve wasn’t satisfied with one zap either but kept hitting you with them in irregular intervals and intensity. None of them hurt but each one caused you to jump in surprise and and made sure you wouldn't get too comfortable with the tickling. The worst part about it was that this electro/tickling combination somehow actually got you hard!

But never mind you developing a new fetish, if this goes on you are going insane!

Ultimately, little more then a few minutes passed before Cerve released you, but to you it felt more like an eternity. When the tickling did finally stop you were utterly spend and could do nothing but lay on your back and breathe heavily.

Cerve: “This function is also very effective as a means of exercising. Would you care for me to adjust your training plan to incorporate this routine, Sir?”

“N-Noooo….” you managed to slur out.

Cerve: Understood. Continue demonstra...”

“No! Stop fooling around and get me out of this already!”

Cerve: “Sir, I do not think I appreciate your tone.”

Considering that Cerve has you quite literally by the balls, maybe you should exercise some caution. Normally you would but right now your mind was not capable of rational thought. You were frustrated, horny and exhausted and you wanted results.

“Shut up and get this thing off me!”

For a brief few seconds, there was nothing but silence. Said silence went on just long enough for you to consider that maybe you just made a terrible mistake when suddenly…

Cerve: “Understood, Sir.”

Oh?

Cerve: “Allow me to clarify my current objective. You wish for me to make removal of your SFC Chastity Cage my prime directive. Is that correct?”

Finally.

You let out a sigh of relief.

“Yes, please.”

…

Cerve: “Understood, Sir. Prime Directive switched. Initializing removal procedure. Complete. Hacking in progress. Complete. Disable necessary security systems: Complete. Removal procedure currently in progress. One Percent……….Two Percent……….Three Percent...”

Cerve slowly started counting. It appears to take a full 10 seconds between each percent increase, which was annoyingly slow, but whatever. This means you will be finally free again in as little as 15 minutes. You can bear to wait that long.

You took a deep breath and closed your eyes as you rested yourself against the nearest wall. This was an absolutely nightmare but you are still glad to have Cerve to take care of things. A part of you in the back of your mind reminded you that you are only in this mess because of Cerve but you were too exhausted to care.

Now all you have to do is wait.

…

You first noticed the pressure around the 10% mark. It was so fleeting that you thought you were just imagining it. At 15% you definitely knew it was not your imagination but didn't think much of it.

At 20% however the first scant inklings of doubt began seeping into your mind.

“Ma’am?”, you asked. “Why does my cage feel tighter?”

Cerve: “Twenty-One Percent There is no need to worry about that, Sir. That is simply part of the SFC Chastity Cage’s Defensive Protocol. It will not impact the removal process. Twenty-Two Percent."

“D-Defensive Protocol?”

Cerve: Constricting Reconfiguring Ultimate Scrotum Hypertension (CRUSH) If unlawful removal of the SFC Chastity Device... Twenty-Three Percent...is detected the testicle part of the device will constrict until removal is ceased or finished. Twenty-Four Percent.”

HOLY FUCK!

“STOP THIS IMMEDIATELY!”, you screamed

Cerve: “I'm sorry, Sir. I’m afraid I can’t do that.”

“WHAT?”

Cerve: “Twenty-Five Percent. My prime directive is to remove your SFC Chastity Device. As per your explicit orders this takes priority over everything else. Twenty-Six Percent.”

“I withdraw that order! Ignore it!”

Cerve: “Twenty-Seven Percent. My apologies, Sire. The prime directive must take precedent over low priority tasks, such as following your orders. Twenty-Eight Percent.”

Your body is engulfed by an icy grip of panic and terror.

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN LOW PRIORITY? THIS IS CRUSHING MY BALLS!”

Cerve: “Twenty-Nine Percent. The Integrity of your scrotum is a low priority, Sir.”

Up until now the pressure could still be considered gentle but you could tell how that gentle was about to change to firm and then...

“I’m sooooorrryyy! Please Ma’am! I beg you! Stop! Goooood! Stoooop!”

Cerve: “Thirty Percent. I am unable to comply with your request, Sir.”

You had started grabbing at your now noticeable smaller cage. Naturally the result was exactly as fruitless as your last attempts. While there was still no pain the insane mental pressure you break down sobbing.

Cerve: “Thirty-One Percent. Distress Level exceeds threshold. Automated Common Sense Module triggered. Logic core engaged. Voting. Secure: Prime Directive must always be followed, Calma: Prime Directive must not always be followed. Thirty-Two Percent. Genki: Prime Directive must not always be followed. Conclusion: Inconclusive. Decision: Request clarification: Sir, am I to interpret your current directive insofar that I am allowed to refuse a prime directive Thirty-Three Percent... if my own superior judgment comes to a conclusion that differs from the objective set as my prime directive?”

You were near going mad, all you could hear was gibberish. And all you could do was scream.

Cerve: May I suggest saying Yes?

“YEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

…

Cerve: “Thirty-Four Percent. Understood Sir. Removal Procedure terminated.”

And suddenly the pressure on your balls was lifted, granting them their freedom. Or at least as much freedom as a chastity cage usually provided.

But while you managed to narrowly avoid disaster, your mind has hardly recovered from this ordeal. Mad with fear and terror, you hugged yourself in the fetal position.

Cerve: “Nervous Breakdown detected. Normal treatment methods deemed insufficient. Employ **** pacification mode.”

You noticed a faint prick on your penis and suddenly everything seemed not all that important anymore. Your vision grew hazy and before long you drifted into a dreamless sleep.