doomed to cum for the rest of eternity (END)

J.Q grabs you by your cheeks and lifts your face up to face the camera. "Good Evening spectators, today we have here in our first ever torturous punishment round, our precious victim for the day, Contestant #1 Vanessa!! After an absolutely embarrassing attempt at the last round, she only ended up losing with a sore throat and ruined makeup, how shameful." J.Q lets go of your cheeks and steps in front of the camera.

"Thankfully for her, she will be having the most fun she will ever have today. It says in her profile that her hobby is... masturbating? oh my... how promiscuous! Is that true miss Vanessa?" He teases you. "Y-yes it is..." You answer hesitantly, your cheeks are already flushed red, this is not how you imagined this to go.

"well not to waste any more time why don't we start the punishment? Our sex addict here today will be subjected to orgasm ****. forever." His expression turns serious as the staff bring in a 'sybian' , a sex machine designed for the female body. J.Q unties you from the chair and puts you on top of the sybian, as iron cuffs come out of the machine, immobilizing your hands and legs to move anywhere, the machine starts vibrating, it's triangular shape is really uncomfortable for you as it's moving ridges start rubbing over your already dripping pussy.

"Ng-! Nggh~! S-stop..." You're face is visibly embarrassed as the camera zooms in onto your face, as you try to hold back your pleasured expression, feeling shameful and humiliated to be **** to sit on a sex machine in front of live TV, probably with your parents watching.

"No I apologize but I can't do that Miss Vanessa. Maybe you should have passed the round with your extravagant 'masturbation' skills?" J.Q canes your left tit as he laughs in front of your attempts at pleading for mercy, "OUWCH! M-MY NIPPLE!!" You gasp in pain "Oops, sorry I didn't mean to hit you that hard missy." He mocks you as he canes your right tit, harder than the last time.

J.Q presses a button, now the machine going twice as fast, as clamps extend from the front of the machine and grips tightly onto your nipples. "Ack! N-not my nipples please.." The clamps start pulling and stretching your breasts out, as you plead in agony "AGGHH!! STOP!! THAT HURTS!! YOU'RE GONNA RIP THEM OFF" , "Oh is that so dear? then why don't we relieve some pressure and transfer it somewhere else." J.Q pushes another button, this time the moving beads swap out for a sharper, more painful alternative, as it's changed out for sharp cone shaped spikes that repeatedly rip through your poor lady lips. "A-aaughh!! stop the machine I'm gonna cuuUUMMMM!!!!~" Embarrassingly, you climax from the feeling of having your pussy torn apart by spikes. "Ugh, pathetic. Did you seriously cum from being tortured?" J.Q sneers at you, as he canes you right in the clit. "AAAAHHHH!!" you moan loudly from shock.

You feel another wave of pleasure as you cum again. and again a while after. and again. and again.

After a while, J.Q leaves the room, watching you squirm in pleasure over and over, humiliatingly. It's been hours but the cameras are still rolling, you've came an uncountable amount of times now. 100, 200, 300 who knows, your mind is practically broken now... (GAME OVER)