You Resist the Test

You shake your head. "Please don't make me do this--"

The collar goes off. It's on a high setting, and the pain has you on the ground. "You're clearly having trouble getting your head around what slavery means." As you pull yourself from the floor, the guard grabs something from the drawer. It's a dildo sculpted from flesh-colored rubber, around six inches long, complete with a well-textured set of balls. The Nothian speaker attaches it to the torso on the bed. "Now," he says, "use your mouth to pleasure this cock as though it were your master's.

You look at the dildo. It stands tall, waiting for your service. "Please," you say. "Please don't sell me as a sex ****. I understand that I'm here to be used, but please, use me for something, anything else."

He shakes his head. "You clearly don't understand." He activates the collar again, on the highest setting so far. This has you writhing on the floor. The pain is still pulsing through you while he grabs your hands. You struggle, but he forces your wrists against your back and places handcuffs on you. "You don't make choices like that. You obey." He grabs you by the hair and pushes your face toward the dildo. "Open your mouth," he commands. You don't. He pushes you forward, and, with sheer armor-enhanced muscle, forces the device deep into your throat.

The dildo is cold and tastes like rubber, but its texture is uncannily like that of flesh. With his hand on the back of your head, your tormentor forces your mouth up and down the dildo. "You should try to make better use of your tongue," he says. "You're not going to get a good score at this rate."

With the toy in your mouth, you're in no position to say anything back.

This goes on for several minutes. By the time he lets go of your head, it's agonizingly sore from the strength of his grip. You pull it away from the dildo and gasp for air. "Alright," he says, "lick the balls." He shoves you back toward the toy. You're too overwhelmed to lick anything. The collar goes off. He grabs you again. "Do it," he says. You wait for him to place you next to it. You stick your tongue out, and drag it across the toy's sack once before you go back to hyperventilating. He shocks you again. "Fine," he says. "Be like that." He detaches the dildo from the torso, which he pushes onto the floor. He grabs you and bends you over the bed. You try to struggle, but with the armor enhancing his strength, he has no trouble overpowering you. He rips open the drawer next to the bed, and pulls out a bottle of lube. He spends a second lubing up the dildo, then he lines it up against your entrance, and thrusts all the way in. You clinch with everything you have to try to **** it out, but that only makes it hurt worse.

He thrusts the toy into you over and over. He is not gentle. The thrusts are rough and painful. It hurts so much that you almost wonder if it's worse than the collar, but it's not, and you know that even if you do something that gets him to activate the collar, he's still going to fuck you with this thing until he decides it's time for him to stop.

Eventually, that moment comes, anticlimactically enough. A single beep from his compad, and he pulls the dildo out for the last time. "Alright," he says. He looks at the pad. "Huh. You managed to score alright, despite your best efforts." He pulls back his hand, and slaps your ass, hard. "I think someone is going to have a nice time with those holes of yours, whether you like it or not." He pulls your legs up, and sets you on the bed.

"What are you doing now?" you whimper. His armor still on, the guard lies down next to you, and pulls you close. What the fuck? He's cuddling you. You didn't want him to want to cuddle you.