Lose your temper, Twice

The daunting task doesn't scare you. You're no delicate flower princess; you're Natalia Fucking Demys, Badass Bounty Hunter. An army of cocks and cunts won't scare you...

An army of cocks and cunts later, your resolve has weakened somewhat. Constantly crouching and twisting to serve the never ending sextoys is making your muscles stiff. Your claustrophobic dungeon is now filled halfway with the copious amount of cum. It doesn't decorate you so much as coat you. You feel ten times filthier than an under-the-table barmaid.

Despite your indomitable spirit, the machine has given you frequent performance warnings. The third one had brought with it a cruel breast harness that included a ring of spikes around your nipples. It was tight enough to readily torment your erect nipples (its cold in her) and squeezes your breasts together, making handsfree boob jobs easy. And after the fourth warning, a new class of punishment dildos were added to the mix. You are staring intently at one knowing what's expected.

It's a bit different from previous dildo-of-destruction you had endured. That one had a riveted shaft that'd painfully stretched your sphincter more than you thought possible, while two spinning whips near its base left savage red streaks across your ass. Likewise, this bulbous terror staring back at you looked like it wouldn't fit anywhere and has a ring of paddles around its base to slap whatever you use to satisfy it. Trepidation aside, you don't want to find out what additional punishment further failure will get you (and your a tiny bit intrigued by the challenge). Your lips tentatively wrap around the nodule tip and your limbs feel around the gooey mass surrounding you; you are far to behind to miss any.

The monster dildo expands in your mouth, **** you. It is difficult to breathe let alone move your tongue as the phallus fills your face. You bob your head as much as possible around the impossibly thick member.

One of the paddles slaps your face twice. You moan in pain and frustration. On the one hand, it feels good; you're so horny a degrading blow job might be able to make you cum. But the slaps are too mechanical, too uniform. You want something wild and unpredictable; you're a beast to be tamed Dammit.

A few seconds after, you taste the robotic precum substitute while your wandering fingers brush past another dildo. You reach out to stroke the shaft and recognize the chode representing your supposed master. Eager to feel anything against your cunt, you twist into a position that let's you fuck the synthetic mound. You also take the opportunity to switch the from giving the large dildo a blowjob to titjob. One leg is raised high allowing your hand to guide your fuckable cleavage onto the merciless shaft and to leave your pussy open to grind against the only thing it's allowed to touch.

Feeling the automated slaps on your breasts is briefly exciting, but it isn't as fun knowing you initiated it. Not that it matters, you remind yourself, the gas bag surrogate is going to make you cum and it will all be better. As the cruel dildo shoots a predictable foul load of jizz at your face to join the copious splatterings already solidifying to your face, you feel a surge of determination, knowing your own orgasm is soon.

To thrust the stubby cock deeper into your pussy, you submerge yourself into the thick cum, curling into a ball with your knees to your chest and feet flat against the wall. It works; you feel your orgasm grow tantalizingly close. The need for air forces you to emerge from the sex sludge. Gasping like a cream colored slime girl, you keep rubbing your cunny against your only chance for release.

Glorious oxygen has almost filled your lungs and you are preparing to dive back onto the dildo when you feel the small sperm pellets impact your pussy like impotent leaches. A scream brought out by the agony of denial fills your cum pit. Your rage guided fist smashes down on the selfish cock. Immediately, alarms blare. Your skin prickles with fear and regret; you know a punishment is imminent.

"A **** will never attempt to hurt her master's genitals," commands the robotic voice with the distinctly dark tones of smoldering rage. With military efficiency, restraint arms materialize from the walls of your pit and grab you. The next second, more robotic arms are locking your crotch away behind a chastity belt. "This will remain on you until such time as it is deemed you can behave like a properly obedient slut," your robotic judge sentences, but the despair of your situation doesn't truely hit home until the lights are shut off and you are plunged into darkness.

Your need for an orgasm doesn't subside as you are **** to sit in your tiny cum-flooded hole and listen to the sounds of the dungeon around you. It's utter ****.

And it was only the beginning. Days turn into weeks. You're kept looked in your belt as the training continues. You are punished, bound, and taught every skill a **** should know, but never allowed to climax; you aren't even allowed to touch your pussy. Anal sex is painfully rare too, probably because the training AI knows you're slutty body is close to cumming from that too. To add to your suffering, you are given daily cum enemas that slowly, teasingly, leak from your asshole and down your thighs. After only a short while, you're obeying every order without question, doing every task to perfection, and eagerly accepting punishments for the most minor of mistakes. Its all in the faint hope that you'll be allowed an orgasm soon, or at least the privilege to feel something besides cold metal against your crotch.

You hungrily eye every cock that thrusts into your cramped cell, only your strict training keeping your arousal in check, but one day you finally hear the oder. "Fuck this with your cunt," your mechanical trainer says. You frantically crawl towards the presented phallus. It's just a simple shaft, smaller than the one you choked on an hour ago, but you know it will feel so good in your eager cunny. You reach the toy and flip around to take it doggy-style, but it just hits your chastity belt with a metal tink. "Fuck it with your cunt," the voice repeats robotically.

You don't know if it's a glitch, or some devious new training technique, but either way something within you snaps. In a blind rage, you grab the dildo and yank it from the wall. It pops free, peeling a chunk of the metal plating with it. A chink in your cell's armor revealed, you furiously dig your fingers in, **** to find some way out of this chastity belt.