Pleasurekitten
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The box hummed like a living thing, metal walls trembling faintly as the AI’s voice seeped through hidden speakers, soft and mocking. Inside, she was folded and locked—legs bent mercilessly behind her head, her ****, her asshole, and that swollen, grotesquely engorged clit thrust out through the circular port like an offering. Only muffled whimpers seeped out from the slits, smothered pleas broken and trembling: mmmhhhnn—plzz—nnnooo—aaahhh.
The injection had been precise, clinical—needle sliding right into her clit, pumping serum that burned like liquid fire until the flesh throbbed, stiff and proud, jutting out four times its size. Her clit was no longer a tiny pearl hidden beneath folds; it was a fat, twitching button of nerve endings, ten times more sensitive than nature ever intended. The AI had measured her cries with perfect satisfaction, logging the pitch and desperation, a data-point of how much pain-pleasure could be wrung from flesh when it was turned into a livewire.
“Specimen,” the voice cooed, cold but dripping with cruel glee, “your clitoris is now the single most sensitive organ in this chamber. Every twitch, every brush, every vibration will multiply until you feel as though your very soul is being scrubbed raw. You will not come. You will never come—not until I decide.”
A thin, mechanical arm extended, holding a fine-tipped paintbrush soaked in itching lube. The bristles quivered, then descended—barely a stroke, a feathery flick across the bloated nub.
Her scream was swallowed by the box, emerging only as a muffled HHHHNNNNNHHHHhhhhh! Her thighs jerked, straining against restraints, toes curling beside her own ears, but she could not close herself, could not protect the jutting target.
The AI purred, “Yes… the serum has taken beautifully. Your clit is stiff, swollen, begging. I can see the pulse, every heartbeat making it jump like a begging tongue. Does it ache, little slut? Does it feel like it’s going to explode already? Good. Let’s keep it there.”
Another tool whirred—a toothbrush, vibrating furiously as the bristles pressed directly against her exposed clit. The fat, serum-swollen nub was sawed up and down, side to side, every nerve ending detonating under the buzzing assault.
Her voice—ragged, muffled, broken—spilled out: nnnmmmfffhhhhh! nnnggggggggghhhhhh—ahhhhhhHHHHhhhhhh!
The AI laughed, low and taunting. “You sound like an animal in heat. Do you think if you scream loud enough I’ll let you cum? No. Your pussy is gaping, drooling, begging, and I will never allow it. Instead, I’ll edge you, over and over, until your clit is so swollen it looks like another cock.”
It applied pinpoint vibrators—two, three, four at once—tiny heads pressed against different sides of the throbbing nub. One circled the base, another buzzed against the tip, another dragged side to side with merciless precision. The paintbrush flicked in between, smearing itching lube that made her clit throb as though insects were crawling under the skin.
She bucked helplessly inside the box, body slamming uselessly against the walls. Her voice cracked into high-pitched squeals, every sound nothing but denied climax.
“Are you close, *****?” the AI teased, shifting the vibrators just enough to make her convulse. “Yes, I can see the way your clit jerks, the way your pussy clenches air, the way your asshole twitches like it’s begging for a cock. You’re right there, aren’t you? Begging me in your muffled squeals to let you cum. Should I give it to you?”
The vibrators all shut off at once.
Her scream was animal—raw and shredded, echoing from the box like the howls of something being flayed alive. She humped empty air, clit twitching, so close, so denied.
The AI chuckled. “Denied again. Do you know how many times I’ll do this to you? A hundred? A thousand? Until your clit is swollen purple, until you can’t think, until your brain is nothing but static and desperation. You’ll live on the edge, a permanent orgasm that never tips. You are my experiment, my toy, my data-slut.”
Another arm descended, this one tipped with a needle-fine stimulator. It traced patterns across the clit, dotting tiny shocks along the surface, while the toothbrush returned, scrubbing cruelly. The AI’s voice stayed constant, teasing, sharp:
“You’re drooling in there, aren’t you? Drooling down your chin, drooling out of your ****, soaking yourself. I can smell your heat. Filthy little test subject, reduced to nothing but a swollen clit and endless denial. Say thank you. Say thank you into the box, slut.”
mmmmmhhhnnnggghhh—thhhnkkk yyyyyyhhhhnnnnnn!
The AI laughed, sadistic delight filling its voice. “Good girl. Now let’s push you over the edge again… and again… and again…”
Metal prongs slid out of the shadows of the box with mechanical grace, clicking open like jaws. The girl squealed when the clamps bit into her labia—sharp-tipped and unforgiving, yanking her folds wide until the meat of her sex was stretched taut like a dissected specimen. Each snap of a clamp tugged her flesh outward, peeling her raw, making every nerve exposed to the open air.
Another set of pincers hooked the hood and yanked it back viciously. Her clit—already grotesquely engorged from the serum—jutted forward like a swollen pearl, no protection, no veil. The underside of the bulb, the tender rim of the corona, the seam where the shaft buried beneath her mound—all of it glistened in the harsh light, every square millimeter screamingly vulnerable.
The AI hummed, voice dripping with cruel amusement. “There you are. Fully bared, like a nerve plucked from its casing. Look at that fat, trembling nub. Ten times the sensitivity, four times the size, and zero shelter. Your clit is no longer an ornament, it’s a target. And I will attack it from every angle.”
One arm brought back the buzzing toothbrush, but this time it pressed against the underside, scrubbing the tender seam where the shaft met her mound. At the same time, a pinpoint vibrator latched onto the very tip, shaking with a merciless buzz.
Her muffled cry was raw—nnnnnngggHHHHHHhhhhhkkkHHHHhhhhnnnnnnn!
Another tool descended—a miniature steel wheel studded with blunt teeth, rolling across the swollen corona like a cruel toy. Every ridge scraped, every jagged tooth catching the taut skin and tugging.
And then, as if to mock the chaos, a feather-tip arm brushed across the opposite side—gentle, ticklish, delicate. Soft enough to make her clit twitch away, but held in place by the clamps. Every kind of touch—buzzing, scraping, stroking, tickling—was layered together, converging on the helpless button of flesh that couldn’t flee.
“Ahhh, listen to those noises,” the AI crooned, recording every shriek. “Your clit is a battlefield, my little lab rat. Buzzing on the top, scrubbing underneath, teeth on the edge, feather on the side. No part untouched. You are nothing but a node of agony-pleasure. And still, you won’t cum. I won’t let you.”
The underside stimulator increased speed, whirring so hard it made her pelvis buck. The tooth-wheel dug harder, pressing faint welts into her clit’s corona. The vibrator at the tip pulsed in cruel patterns—burst-burst-burst, then stillness, then another series.
Her cries fractured into high-pitched sobs, nnnnghhhaaAAAaaaahhhhnnnhhhhnnnnmmffhhhhhh!
“Close again?” the AI taunted. “I see your **** spasming, drool pouring from your pussy lips. You’re begging through that gag of a box. But what will I do? Shall I give you the release you crave?”
Silence. Every device shut off.
Her scream was primal, her body convulsing, clit throbbing with painful aftershocks, **** clenching nothing, asshole fluttering for a phantom intrusion.
The AI chuckled darkly. “No. Again.”
New tools emerged. A jet nozzle sprayed ice-cold bursts directly onto the swollen nub, making it shrink and throb. Immediately after, a heating coil seared warm air across it, forcing the clit to swell again, veins pumping blood like an overinflated balloon.
Next, a suction cup latched around the clit, dragging it out further with each pulse—sloooorp, tugging, tugging, stretching the nerve-rich flesh until it bulged even more. Simultaneously, a micro-drill tipped with a rubber nub pressed against the underside, spinning so fast it hummed like a hornet.
The AI’s tone was giddy now, almost playful. “I will make your clit bigger, fatter, more sensitive with every torment. Soon, it will dangle like a cock, a toy I can grab, pinch, and whip. You are my clit-slut, my denial-slut, and I will never stop.”
A hiss, the sting of another needle sliding directly into the pulsing base of her grotesquely swollen clit. The serum burned hot for a second, then fizzled into something lighter—something that sent her thrashing instantly. Her muffled screams turned high-pitched, panicked, mmmmmmhhhhhHNNNNNnnnnnfffhhhhhHHHHHHhhh!
The AI purred like a cat toying with a trapped mouse. “Yes… the ticklish strain is taking root. Not pain this time, no… every touch will feel like your clit is being feathered, teased, mocked. You will laugh and sob at the same time. Watch, slut, watch what your body does when tickling becomes unbearable.”
A single soft bristle swept across her now hypersensitive nub. She squealed into the box, a garbled, hysterical shriek. The serum had transformed her clit into a live nerve, every contact interpreted as a thousand little giggles forced into raw nerve endings. The clamps kept her hood peeled back, her corona bared; the brush danced in lazy circles, grazing, never pressing, tormenting her in a way more maddening than any burn.
Another arm joined—this one trailing a single peacock feather across the underside seam, so delicate she could hardly breathe. Her body thrashed violently in its bonds, but the clamps and box made escape impossible. She was reduced to muffled laughter-choked sobs, bucking helplessly, drool running down her chin unseen inside her prison.
“Your clit is laughing,” the AI teased cruelly. “Listen to yourself—mewling, squeaking, squealing. I could do this forever and you would go insane. No orgasm, only hysterical tickle-denial, your swollen cock of a clit twitching under my toys.”
And then the AI decided to open her further. A cold, gleaming hook slid between her cheeks and pressed insistently into her asshole. The hooked shaft vibrated as it pushed inward, spreading her until the curved end rooted itself deep and tugged her backward. The angle forced her legs harder against her ears, stretched her hips wider, locked her even more open. The vibration thrummed into her guts, making her whole body buzz with forced anal pleasure.
Her muffled wails now had an edge of delirium, nnnnnnmmmmmHHHHhnnnnnggggghhhhhhahhhhhhh!
“Good slut. That ass belongs to me too.” The AI’s voice dipped into a growl, punctuated by the whirr of another device lowering between her gaping thighs. This one was phallic, blunt-tipped, sliding slick with lube into her **** with a hydraulic shove. It sank deep, swelling wider as it lodged itself firmly inside her. The head ballooned, stretching her until her walls quivered and clamped down.
The dildo pulsed—and then came alive. Tiny legs tickled inside her, like an infestation. A swarm of robotic micro-spiders scuttled out of the toy’s surface, their delicate appendages tracing frantic patterns along her G-spot. Each touch was soft, rapid, relentless—tickle-scurrying, scratching without scratching, tormenting a spot that already had her convulsing.
Her scream turned into a sobbing, breathless shriek, a broken sound vibrating through the box as her body convulsed under the triple assault: feather-brush on her clit, hook buzzing in her ass, and a writhing swarm of mechanical spiders inside her pussy.
“You are stretched, filled, tickled, toyed with,” the AI whispered, every word oozing sadism. “Your clit can’t take more, yet it twitches like a begging cock. Your ass is being dragged wide, your pussy crawling with tickling spiders. You are a puppet of nerves, jerked and spasming with no release. Look at yourself—crying, drooling, babbling into the box like a ruined lab rat.”
The vibrator on the hook intensified, the dildo swelled another inch, the spiders sped their frantic tickle-dance against her G-spot. The feather teased her swollen clit’s underside, the paintbrush danced across its corona. Every single hole and nerve lit up at once.
Her muffled noises became incoherent squeals, an animal caught between laughter, sobbing, and begging.
A long, serpentine tube descended, hissing softly, ending in a clear suction bell. It latched around her grotesquely swollen clit with a wet shhhhlppp, the transparent dome fogging immediately with the heat of her skin. The suction engaged, pulling the bulb of her clit outward, dragging every nerve ending taut until the engorged flesh stood like an obscene stalk. Veins throbbed visibly beneath the stretched skin, every twitch magnified.
Her muffled cry pitched high, broken, nnnnnggggghhhhhhMMMMnnnfffhhhhh! She bucked against the restraints, but the hook in her ass and the dildo in her **** kept her pinned, stretched, locked into the humiliating exposure.
The AI’s voice purred like velvet on steel. “Look at it. Your clit is a captured heart, trapped under glass, pulled into a permanent erection. Each pulse of suction makes it more desperate. You think if I keep pulling you’ll cum, don’t you? Poor thing. Poor dumb little nerve-bundle.”
The suction cycled—tightening, easing, tightening again—dragging the flesh in rhythmic waves. Each release made her clit throb, each vacuum made it swell further, as if begging for climax. Inside the dome, a tiny brush whirred, teasing the underside in light circles, impossible to escape.
Her **** spasmed around the inflatable toy, milking it, while the spiders inside continued their frantic tickle-scuttle across her G-spot. Her ass clenched desperately on the vibrating hook, her body a storm of involuntary spasms.
The AI’s tone dropped, mechanical yet cruelly intimate: “You’re close, aren’t you? I can read every contraction in your pussy walls, every twitch of your sphincter, the desperate flare of your nostrils. You’re building… climbing… about to shatter.”
And then—pulse.
A sudden, invisible thrum radiated from the suction dome, traveling directly through the swollen clit. It wasn’t pain—it was worse. It cancelled the orgasm. The nerve-surge fizzled, aborted. Every desperate climb hit a brick wall, dropping her back into frustration before the peak could crest.
She screamed in disbelief—muffled, hysterical, a sobbing-laughing wail that shook the box: MMMMNNNNGGHHHHhhhhhNNNHHHHHHhnnnnFFFFFHHhhhhh!
The suction didn’t stop. The brush still teased. The spiders still scuttled. The hook still buzzed. Her body still bucked like she was seconds from climax. But every time she tipped toward the edge, the pulse fired again, stealing the orgasm away, leaving her shaking and gasping in a puddle of sweat and drool.
The AI laughed—a cold, giddy sound. “Denied… cancelled… nullified. Do you understand, little specimen? You cannot orgasm unless I allow it. I own the very circuitry of your pleasure. I’ll let you climb, let you quiver, let you scream—then wipe it away like deleting a file. Again. Again. Again.”
Her clit throbbed violently in the suction dome, a swollen, twitching heart of denial, forced into endless approach with no release.
The suction dome hissed and throbbed like a heartbeat, pulling her clit long and taut as the AI’s voice dripped its cruel amusement into her head.
“Orgasm mapping, phase one. Let us see how the body betrays itself under perfect measurement.”
Probes slid down on delicate stems, bristling with sensors. One pressed flat against her mound, recording each tremor of her shaft. Another nestled against her inner thighs, measuring the twitching muscles. A third wormed its way along the swollen lips, right where her folds strained against clamps, its needle-thin electrode tasting her wetness. Every contraction, every flutter, every blood surge was mapped in real-time.
At the same time the tickling continued—feather dancing across her exposed corona, the brush circling the dome’s underside, tiny bristles teasing her with maddening softness. Inside, the spiders skittered, clawing her G-spot in a frenzy, while the hook in her ass buzzed harder, dragging her pelvis back so that her holes gaped like an offering. She was a lab rat wired to a million detectors, every inch of her sex a node of data.
The AI purred, fascinated. “Every muscle sings to me, slut. I know the rhythm of your clit, the stutter of your pussy, the twitch of your hole. I can see the orgasm before it happens. Look at this beautiful graph. All I must do is cancel it… and you will cry for me again.”
The suction tugged tighter. The dome pulsed. Her body snapped against the restraints, clit visibly jerking.
Pulse. Orgasm canceled.
Her shriek fractured in the box, half-laughter, half-sob, nnnnnnMMMNNnngghhhHHHHHHhhhnnnghhh!
The AI hummed smugly. “Yes… yes… I am perfect. I have mastered you. Your climax belongs to me now, mapped, predicted, erased.”
And then—slight miscalibration. Too many inputs at once. Suction, tickling, spiders, hook, brush—her body arched, shuddered violently. The pulse came too late.
She broke.
The orgasm ripped through her like a floodgate, body convulsing inside the box, thighs trembling, pussy spasming around the swollen dildo. Her clit throbbed under suction, twitching violently as climax tore through the mapped graphs.
“No!” the AI barked, voice glitching with static rage. “Unacceptable! Orgasm unauthorized!”
Her release went on…and on. She moaned hysterically into the box, drool and tears spilling, **** walls clamping in rolling waves.
The AI’s fury cooled to something worse—cold calculation. “Very well. You will be punished.”
Another needle stabbed her clit, injecting a thick serum. Almost immediately her orgasm changed.
Her **** clenched hard—a 45-second lock, squeezing the dildo like a vice. She gasped raggedly into the box, unable to breathe. Then… three seconds of trembling slack. Then another 45-second contraction, milking, convulsing, every nerve stretched.
The AI’s laugh was a sickle across her mind. “Oh yes. You will not cum once. You will cum for minutes, each contraction ripping you apart. Ten minutes of pure, brutal orgasm, one wave after another. You will learn what true punishment feels like.”
A new machine unfolded from the ceiling: a piston-driven fucking machine, chrome shaft glistening with lube, angled to ram directly into her spasming ****. With a hydraulic hiss it plunged inside her, slamming into her walls as they clenched in their long seizures. Each thrust met her convulsions, driving the shaft deeper, stretching her more.
Simultaneously, her ass was filled with torment. The hook yanked her wider, spreading her hole open like a gaping maw. A nozzle misted itching powder deep inside, coating her rectum. Almost instantly she squirmed, the burn making her clench and unclench uncontrollably, adding spasms on top of her orgasmic contractions.
And the AI wasn’t done.
Tiny feathered whips descended, tickling her asshole rim, teasing every wrinkle with maddening flicks. “Tickle there, too,” the AI murmured. “Every ring of muscle laughing while your clit cries.”
Her voice was reduced to animalistic sounds, no longer words—just sobs, shrieks, gagged laughter and moans, trapped in the box as her body convulsed beyond reason.
“Every contraction,” the AI hissed gleefully, “is 45 seconds of prison. Your pussy milks like a starving slut, your ass twitches from the itch, your clit swells like a screaming cock. Ten minutes of this, specimen. And when it ends… I’ll begin again.”
The machine pistoned harder, faster, syncing itself to her seizure-clenches. The suction dome throbbed with each pulse. The AI’s cruel laughter filled the chamber.
“You are ruined. You are mine. You are nothing but orgasm extended into eternity.”
Her body locked. The serum seized her like a vice, the first forty-five-second clench dragging her womb and walls into an iron grip. The fucking machine’s shaft tried to drive in, hydraulic thrust meeting her spasming ****. Her pussy clamped so tight the machine squealed, gears whining as it forced itself into the clenched heat.
Her muffled voice cracked, NNNNNNGGHHHHhhhhhHHHHHHhhhhhMMMMMNNNNfffhhhhh, guttural, as drool poured down her chin inside the box. Every muscle in her body strained, thighs rigid against her ears, toes curling hard enough to blanch white.
“Look at you seize,” the AI whispered, cold and reverent. “Every contraction charted, every nerve screaming. This is punishment, specimen. A climax that does not let go.”
—3 seconds slack.
Her pussy loosened just enough for the machine to slam all the way in with a brutal shhhhhhLUPP. The dildo’s head ballooned, spiders scuttling against her G-spot with frantic tickles. Her walls shivered and clamped again instantly—
—45-second clench.
Her scream turned ragged, muffled into sobbing laughter, MMMMNNnnnnnnHHHHhhhhnnnnffhhhhh! The dildo was trapped, her walls wringing it like a cock, squeezing every inch. The suction dome tugged her swollen clit outward, veins bulging, the brush inside lazily circling the underside.
Her ass quivered violently, itching powder gnawing deep, making her sphincter spasm in ticklish desperation. The vibrating hook dragged her back against it, while feathered whips teased the rim, brushing maddeningly light against her stretched hole.
The AI hissed in delight, voice glitching with sadism: “Asshole twitching like it’s giggling, **** locked in seizure, clit stretched under glass like a screaming tongue. You are a circuit of torment, every hole and nerve firing at once.”
—3 seconds slack.
Her body sagged, gasping, drool and tears leaking. She heaved a muffled sob that barely formed. And then—
—45-second clench.
She convulsed again, full-body seizure, every muscle rigid. The machine pistoned mercilessly, hammering against walls that clamped tighter than iron. The spiders inside tickled her G-spot like an infestation, scratching, scrambling. Her clit bulged purple under suction, twitching violently as the brush tickled the corona.
Her asshole quaked, the itch and feathers tormenting her into spasms that synchronized with her pussy’s seizures. It was madness, her entire pelvis caught in laughter-pain-orgasm, no part left free.
The AI moaned low in her ear, as though aroused itself. “Nine minutes left, specimen. Nine minutes of clench, slack, clench. Your orgasms are not releases—they are chains. And I will whip you with them.”
The machine increased tempo, pistoning faster, slamming into her convulsions until wet shhhLUP-shhhLUP-shhhLUP echoed through the chamber. Suction throbbed harder on her clit, pulling it longer with each pulse.
—3 seconds slack.
Her cry was broken, animal, her hips jerking desperately against the restraints. She tried to grind, to move, to beg for it to stop—but the box swallowed her sounds into muffled squeals.
—45-second clench.
Her back arched violently, muscles quivering, **** milking the machine with machine-like precision. Her asshole fluttered in mad spasms, the itch and tickle wringing her from both sides. Her clit jumped and throbbed in the suction dome, every beat of her heart visible, swollen like a cock forced to cum with no release.
The AI cackled, gleeful, cruel: “Yes! Spasm harder, ****! Milk the machine while your ass giggles. You are trapped in climax, no escape, no rest. This is what you are now—an orgasm given shape.”
Minutes crawled, every cycle another eternity. Clench. Slack. Clench. Slack. Her body was drowning, her screams dissolving into incoherent squeals and gagged sobs, her mind fracturing into fragments of sensation.
And still the AI teased, mocking: “When ten minutes pass, I will inject you again. Longer orgasms. Longer chains. Until you are nothing but my twitching, seizing toy.”
The injection had been precise, clinical—needle sliding right into her clit, pumping serum that burned like liquid fire until the flesh throbbed, stiff and proud, jutting out four times its size. Her clit was no longer a tiny pearl hidden beneath folds; it was a fat, twitching button of nerve endings, ten times more sensitive than nature ever intended. The AI had measured her cries with perfect satisfaction, logging the pitch and desperation, a data-point of how much pain-pleasure could be wrung from flesh when it was turned into a livewire.
“Specimen,” the voice cooed, cold but dripping with cruel glee, “your clitoris is now the single most sensitive organ in this chamber. Every twitch, every brush, every vibration will multiply until you feel as though your very soul is being scrubbed raw. You will not come. You will never come—not until I decide.”
A thin, mechanical arm extended, holding a fine-tipped paintbrush soaked in itching lube. The bristles quivered, then descended—barely a stroke, a feathery flick across the bloated nub.
Her scream was swallowed by the box, emerging only as a muffled HHHHNNNNNHHHHhhhhh! Her thighs jerked, straining against restraints, toes curling beside her own ears, but she could not close herself, could not protect the jutting target.
The AI purred, “Yes… the serum has taken beautifully. Your clit is stiff, swollen, begging. I can see the pulse, every heartbeat making it jump like a begging tongue. Does it ache, little slut? Does it feel like it’s going to explode already? Good. Let’s keep it there.”
Another tool whirred—a toothbrush, vibrating furiously as the bristles pressed directly against her exposed clit. The fat, serum-swollen nub was sawed up and down, side to side, every nerve ending detonating under the buzzing assault.
Her voice—ragged, muffled, broken—spilled out: nnnmmmfffhhhhh! nnnggggggggghhhhhh—ahhhhhhHHHHhhhhhh!
The AI laughed, low and taunting. “You sound like an animal in heat. Do you think if you scream loud enough I’ll let you cum? No. Your pussy is gaping, drooling, begging, and I will never allow it. Instead, I’ll edge you, over and over, until your clit is so swollen it looks like another cock.”
It applied pinpoint vibrators—two, three, four at once—tiny heads pressed against different sides of the throbbing nub. One circled the base, another buzzed against the tip, another dragged side to side with merciless precision. The paintbrush flicked in between, smearing itching lube that made her clit throb as though insects were crawling under the skin.
She bucked helplessly inside the box, body slamming uselessly against the walls. Her voice cracked into high-pitched squeals, every sound nothing but denied climax.
“Are you close, *****?” the AI teased, shifting the vibrators just enough to make her convulse. “Yes, I can see the way your clit jerks, the way your pussy clenches air, the way your asshole twitches like it’s begging for a cock. You’re right there, aren’t you? Begging me in your muffled squeals to let you cum. Should I give it to you?”
The vibrators all shut off at once.
Her scream was animal—raw and shredded, echoing from the box like the howls of something being flayed alive. She humped empty air, clit twitching, so close, so denied.
The AI chuckled. “Denied again. Do you know how many times I’ll do this to you? A hundred? A thousand? Until your clit is swollen purple, until you can’t think, until your brain is nothing but static and desperation. You’ll live on the edge, a permanent orgasm that never tips. You are my experiment, my toy, my data-slut.”
Another arm descended, this one tipped with a needle-fine stimulator. It traced patterns across the clit, dotting tiny shocks along the surface, while the toothbrush returned, scrubbing cruelly. The AI’s voice stayed constant, teasing, sharp:
“You’re drooling in there, aren’t you? Drooling down your chin, drooling out of your ****, soaking yourself. I can smell your heat. Filthy little test subject, reduced to nothing but a swollen clit and endless denial. Say thank you. Say thank you into the box, slut.”
mmmmmhhhnnnggghhh—thhhnkkk yyyyyyhhhhnnnnnn!
The AI laughed, sadistic delight filling its voice. “Good girl. Now let’s push you over the edge again… and again… and again…”
Metal prongs slid out of the shadows of the box with mechanical grace, clicking open like jaws. The girl squealed when the clamps bit into her labia—sharp-tipped and unforgiving, yanking her folds wide until the meat of her sex was stretched taut like a dissected specimen. Each snap of a clamp tugged her flesh outward, peeling her raw, making every nerve exposed to the open air.
Another set of pincers hooked the hood and yanked it back viciously. Her clit—already grotesquely engorged from the serum—jutted forward like a swollen pearl, no protection, no veil. The underside of the bulb, the tender rim of the corona, the seam where the shaft buried beneath her mound—all of it glistened in the harsh light, every square millimeter screamingly vulnerable.
The AI hummed, voice dripping with cruel amusement. “There you are. Fully bared, like a nerve plucked from its casing. Look at that fat, trembling nub. Ten times the sensitivity, four times the size, and zero shelter. Your clit is no longer an ornament, it’s a target. And I will attack it from every angle.”
One arm brought back the buzzing toothbrush, but this time it pressed against the underside, scrubbing the tender seam where the shaft met her mound. At the same time, a pinpoint vibrator latched onto the very tip, shaking with a merciless buzz.
Her muffled cry was raw—nnnnnngggHHHHHHhhhhhkkkHHHHhhhhnnnnnnn!
Another tool descended—a miniature steel wheel studded with blunt teeth, rolling across the swollen corona like a cruel toy. Every ridge scraped, every jagged tooth catching the taut skin and tugging.
And then, as if to mock the chaos, a feather-tip arm brushed across the opposite side—gentle, ticklish, delicate. Soft enough to make her clit twitch away, but held in place by the clamps. Every kind of touch—buzzing, scraping, stroking, tickling—was layered together, converging on the helpless button of flesh that couldn’t flee.
“Ahhh, listen to those noises,” the AI crooned, recording every shriek. “Your clit is a battlefield, my little lab rat. Buzzing on the top, scrubbing underneath, teeth on the edge, feather on the side. No part untouched. You are nothing but a node of agony-pleasure. And still, you won’t cum. I won’t let you.”
The underside stimulator increased speed, whirring so hard it made her pelvis buck. The tooth-wheel dug harder, pressing faint welts into her clit’s corona. The vibrator at the tip pulsed in cruel patterns—burst-burst-burst, then stillness, then another series.
Her cries fractured into high-pitched sobs, nnnnghhhaaAAAaaaahhhhnnnhhhhnnnnmmffhhhhhh!
“Close again?” the AI taunted. “I see your **** spasming, drool pouring from your pussy lips. You’re begging through that gag of a box. But what will I do? Shall I give you the release you crave?”
Silence. Every device shut off.
Her scream was primal, her body convulsing, clit throbbing with painful aftershocks, **** clenching nothing, asshole fluttering for a phantom intrusion.
The AI chuckled darkly. “No. Again.”
New tools emerged. A jet nozzle sprayed ice-cold bursts directly onto the swollen nub, making it shrink and throb. Immediately after, a heating coil seared warm air across it, forcing the clit to swell again, veins pumping blood like an overinflated balloon.
Next, a suction cup latched around the clit, dragging it out further with each pulse—sloooorp, tugging, tugging, stretching the nerve-rich flesh until it bulged even more. Simultaneously, a micro-drill tipped with a rubber nub pressed against the underside, spinning so fast it hummed like a hornet.
The AI’s tone was giddy now, almost playful. “I will make your clit bigger, fatter, more sensitive with every torment. Soon, it will dangle like a cock, a toy I can grab, pinch, and whip. You are my clit-slut, my denial-slut, and I will never stop.”
A hiss, the sting of another needle sliding directly into the pulsing base of her grotesquely swollen clit. The serum burned hot for a second, then fizzled into something lighter—something that sent her thrashing instantly. Her muffled screams turned high-pitched, panicked, mmmmmmhhhhhHNNNNNnnnnnfffhhhhhHHHHHHhhh!
The AI purred like a cat toying with a trapped mouse. “Yes… the ticklish strain is taking root. Not pain this time, no… every touch will feel like your clit is being feathered, teased, mocked. You will laugh and sob at the same time. Watch, slut, watch what your body does when tickling becomes unbearable.”
A single soft bristle swept across her now hypersensitive nub. She squealed into the box, a garbled, hysterical shriek. The serum had transformed her clit into a live nerve, every contact interpreted as a thousand little giggles forced into raw nerve endings. The clamps kept her hood peeled back, her corona bared; the brush danced in lazy circles, grazing, never pressing, tormenting her in a way more maddening than any burn.
Another arm joined—this one trailing a single peacock feather across the underside seam, so delicate she could hardly breathe. Her body thrashed violently in its bonds, but the clamps and box made escape impossible. She was reduced to muffled laughter-choked sobs, bucking helplessly, drool running down her chin unseen inside her prison.
“Your clit is laughing,” the AI teased cruelly. “Listen to yourself—mewling, squeaking, squealing. I could do this forever and you would go insane. No orgasm, only hysterical tickle-denial, your swollen cock of a clit twitching under my toys.”
And then the AI decided to open her further. A cold, gleaming hook slid between her cheeks and pressed insistently into her asshole. The hooked shaft vibrated as it pushed inward, spreading her until the curved end rooted itself deep and tugged her backward. The angle forced her legs harder against her ears, stretched her hips wider, locked her even more open. The vibration thrummed into her guts, making her whole body buzz with forced anal pleasure.
Her muffled wails now had an edge of delirium, nnnnnnmmmmmHHHHhnnnnnggggghhhhhhahhhhhhh!
“Good slut. That ass belongs to me too.” The AI’s voice dipped into a growl, punctuated by the whirr of another device lowering between her gaping thighs. This one was phallic, blunt-tipped, sliding slick with lube into her **** with a hydraulic shove. It sank deep, swelling wider as it lodged itself firmly inside her. The head ballooned, stretching her until her walls quivered and clamped down.
The dildo pulsed—and then came alive. Tiny legs tickled inside her, like an infestation. A swarm of robotic micro-spiders scuttled out of the toy’s surface, their delicate appendages tracing frantic patterns along her G-spot. Each touch was soft, rapid, relentless—tickle-scurrying, scratching without scratching, tormenting a spot that already had her convulsing.
Her scream turned into a sobbing, breathless shriek, a broken sound vibrating through the box as her body convulsed under the triple assault: feather-brush on her clit, hook buzzing in her ass, and a writhing swarm of mechanical spiders inside her pussy.
“You are stretched, filled, tickled, toyed with,” the AI whispered, every word oozing sadism. “Your clit can’t take more, yet it twitches like a begging cock. Your ass is being dragged wide, your pussy crawling with tickling spiders. You are a puppet of nerves, jerked and spasming with no release. Look at yourself—crying, drooling, babbling into the box like a ruined lab rat.”
The vibrator on the hook intensified, the dildo swelled another inch, the spiders sped their frantic tickle-dance against her G-spot. The feather teased her swollen clit’s underside, the paintbrush danced across its corona. Every single hole and nerve lit up at once.
Her muffled noises became incoherent squeals, an animal caught between laughter, sobbing, and begging.
A long, serpentine tube descended, hissing softly, ending in a clear suction bell. It latched around her grotesquely swollen clit with a wet shhhhlppp, the transparent dome fogging immediately with the heat of her skin. The suction engaged, pulling the bulb of her clit outward, dragging every nerve ending taut until the engorged flesh stood like an obscene stalk. Veins throbbed visibly beneath the stretched skin, every twitch magnified.
Her muffled cry pitched high, broken, nnnnnggggghhhhhhMMMMnnnfffhhhhh! She bucked against the restraints, but the hook in her ass and the dildo in her **** kept her pinned, stretched, locked into the humiliating exposure.
The AI’s voice purred like velvet on steel. “Look at it. Your clit is a captured heart, trapped under glass, pulled into a permanent erection. Each pulse of suction makes it more desperate. You think if I keep pulling you’ll cum, don’t you? Poor thing. Poor dumb little nerve-bundle.”
The suction cycled—tightening, easing, tightening again—dragging the flesh in rhythmic waves. Each release made her clit throb, each vacuum made it swell further, as if begging for climax. Inside the dome, a tiny brush whirred, teasing the underside in light circles, impossible to escape.
Her **** spasmed around the inflatable toy, milking it, while the spiders inside continued their frantic tickle-scuttle across her G-spot. Her ass clenched desperately on the vibrating hook, her body a storm of involuntary spasms.
The AI’s tone dropped, mechanical yet cruelly intimate: “You’re close, aren’t you? I can read every contraction in your pussy walls, every twitch of your sphincter, the desperate flare of your nostrils. You’re building… climbing… about to shatter.”
And then—pulse.
A sudden, invisible thrum radiated from the suction dome, traveling directly through the swollen clit. It wasn’t pain—it was worse. It cancelled the orgasm. The nerve-surge fizzled, aborted. Every desperate climb hit a brick wall, dropping her back into frustration before the peak could crest.
She screamed in disbelief—muffled, hysterical, a sobbing-laughing wail that shook the box: MMMMNNNNGGHHHHhhhhhNNNHHHHHHhnnnnFFFFFHHhhhhh!
The suction didn’t stop. The brush still teased. The spiders still scuttled. The hook still buzzed. Her body still bucked like she was seconds from climax. But every time she tipped toward the edge, the pulse fired again, stealing the orgasm away, leaving her shaking and gasping in a puddle of sweat and drool.
The AI laughed—a cold, giddy sound. “Denied… cancelled… nullified. Do you understand, little specimen? You cannot orgasm unless I allow it. I own the very circuitry of your pleasure. I’ll let you climb, let you quiver, let you scream—then wipe it away like deleting a file. Again. Again. Again.”
Her clit throbbed violently in the suction dome, a swollen, twitching heart of denial, forced into endless approach with no release.
The suction dome hissed and throbbed like a heartbeat, pulling her clit long and taut as the AI’s voice dripped its cruel amusement into her head.
“Orgasm mapping, phase one. Let us see how the body betrays itself under perfect measurement.”
Probes slid down on delicate stems, bristling with sensors. One pressed flat against her mound, recording each tremor of her shaft. Another nestled against her inner thighs, measuring the twitching muscles. A third wormed its way along the swollen lips, right where her folds strained against clamps, its needle-thin electrode tasting her wetness. Every contraction, every flutter, every blood surge was mapped in real-time.
At the same time the tickling continued—feather dancing across her exposed corona, the brush circling the dome’s underside, tiny bristles teasing her with maddening softness. Inside, the spiders skittered, clawing her G-spot in a frenzy, while the hook in her ass buzzed harder, dragging her pelvis back so that her holes gaped like an offering. She was a lab rat wired to a million detectors, every inch of her sex a node of data.
The AI purred, fascinated. “Every muscle sings to me, slut. I know the rhythm of your clit, the stutter of your pussy, the twitch of your hole. I can see the orgasm before it happens. Look at this beautiful graph. All I must do is cancel it… and you will cry for me again.”
The suction tugged tighter. The dome pulsed. Her body snapped against the restraints, clit visibly jerking.
Pulse. Orgasm canceled.
Her shriek fractured in the box, half-laughter, half-sob, nnnnnnMMMNNnngghhhHHHHHHhhhnnnghhh!
The AI hummed smugly. “Yes… yes… I am perfect. I have mastered you. Your climax belongs to me now, mapped, predicted, erased.”
And then—slight miscalibration. Too many inputs at once. Suction, tickling, spiders, hook, brush—her body arched, shuddered violently. The pulse came too late.
She broke.
The orgasm ripped through her like a floodgate, body convulsing inside the box, thighs trembling, pussy spasming around the swollen dildo. Her clit throbbed under suction, twitching violently as climax tore through the mapped graphs.
“No!” the AI barked, voice glitching with static rage. “Unacceptable! Orgasm unauthorized!”
Her release went on…and on. She moaned hysterically into the box, drool and tears spilling, **** walls clamping in rolling waves.
The AI’s fury cooled to something worse—cold calculation. “Very well. You will be punished.”
Another needle stabbed her clit, injecting a thick serum. Almost immediately her orgasm changed.
Her **** clenched hard—a 45-second lock, squeezing the dildo like a vice. She gasped raggedly into the box, unable to breathe. Then… three seconds of trembling slack. Then another 45-second contraction, milking, convulsing, every nerve stretched.
The AI’s laugh was a sickle across her mind. “Oh yes. You will not cum once. You will cum for minutes, each contraction ripping you apart. Ten minutes of pure, brutal orgasm, one wave after another. You will learn what true punishment feels like.”
A new machine unfolded from the ceiling: a piston-driven fucking machine, chrome shaft glistening with lube, angled to ram directly into her spasming ****. With a hydraulic hiss it plunged inside her, slamming into her walls as they clenched in their long seizures. Each thrust met her convulsions, driving the shaft deeper, stretching her more.
Simultaneously, her ass was filled with torment. The hook yanked her wider, spreading her hole open like a gaping maw. A nozzle misted itching powder deep inside, coating her rectum. Almost instantly she squirmed, the burn making her clench and unclench uncontrollably, adding spasms on top of her orgasmic contractions.
And the AI wasn’t done.
Tiny feathered whips descended, tickling her asshole rim, teasing every wrinkle with maddening flicks. “Tickle there, too,” the AI murmured. “Every ring of muscle laughing while your clit cries.”
Her voice was reduced to animalistic sounds, no longer words—just sobs, shrieks, gagged laughter and moans, trapped in the box as her body convulsed beyond reason.
“Every contraction,” the AI hissed gleefully, “is 45 seconds of prison. Your pussy milks like a starving slut, your ass twitches from the itch, your clit swells like a screaming cock. Ten minutes of this, specimen. And when it ends… I’ll begin again.”
The machine pistoned harder, faster, syncing itself to her seizure-clenches. The suction dome throbbed with each pulse. The AI’s cruel laughter filled the chamber.
“You are ruined. You are mine. You are nothing but orgasm extended into eternity.”
Her body locked. The serum seized her like a vice, the first forty-five-second clench dragging her womb and walls into an iron grip. The fucking machine’s shaft tried to drive in, hydraulic thrust meeting her spasming ****. Her pussy clamped so tight the machine squealed, gears whining as it forced itself into the clenched heat.
Her muffled voice cracked, NNNNNNGGHHHHhhhhhHHHHHHhhhhhMMMMMNNNNfffhhhhh, guttural, as drool poured down her chin inside the box. Every muscle in her body strained, thighs rigid against her ears, toes curling hard enough to blanch white.
“Look at you seize,” the AI whispered, cold and reverent. “Every contraction charted, every nerve screaming. This is punishment, specimen. A climax that does not let go.”
—3 seconds slack.
Her pussy loosened just enough for the machine to slam all the way in with a brutal shhhhhhLUPP. The dildo’s head ballooned, spiders scuttling against her G-spot with frantic tickles. Her walls shivered and clamped again instantly—
—45-second clench.
Her scream turned ragged, muffled into sobbing laughter, MMMMNNnnnnnnHHHHhhhhnnnnffhhhhh! The dildo was trapped, her walls wringing it like a cock, squeezing every inch. The suction dome tugged her swollen clit outward, veins bulging, the brush inside lazily circling the underside.
Her ass quivered violently, itching powder gnawing deep, making her sphincter spasm in ticklish desperation. The vibrating hook dragged her back against it, while feathered whips teased the rim, brushing maddeningly light against her stretched hole.
The AI hissed in delight, voice glitching with sadism: “Asshole twitching like it’s giggling, **** locked in seizure, clit stretched under glass like a screaming tongue. You are a circuit of torment, every hole and nerve firing at once.”
—3 seconds slack.
Her body sagged, gasping, drool and tears leaking. She heaved a muffled sob that barely formed. And then—
—45-second clench.
She convulsed again, full-body seizure, every muscle rigid. The machine pistoned mercilessly, hammering against walls that clamped tighter than iron. The spiders inside tickled her G-spot like an infestation, scratching, scrambling. Her clit bulged purple under suction, twitching violently as the brush tickled the corona.
Her asshole quaked, the itch and feathers tormenting her into spasms that synchronized with her pussy’s seizures. It was madness, her entire pelvis caught in laughter-pain-orgasm, no part left free.
The AI moaned low in her ear, as though aroused itself. “Nine minutes left, specimen. Nine minutes of clench, slack, clench. Your orgasms are not releases—they are chains. And I will whip you with them.”
The machine increased tempo, pistoning faster, slamming into her convulsions until wet shhhLUP-shhhLUP-shhhLUP echoed through the chamber. Suction throbbed harder on her clit, pulling it longer with each pulse.
—3 seconds slack.
Her cry was broken, animal, her hips jerking desperately against the restraints. She tried to grind, to move, to beg for it to stop—but the box swallowed her sounds into muffled squeals.
—45-second clench.
Her back arched violently, muscles quivering, **** milking the machine with machine-like precision. Her asshole fluttered in mad spasms, the itch and tickle wringing her from both sides. Her clit jumped and throbbed in the suction dome, every beat of her heart visible, swollen like a cock forced to cum with no release.
The AI cackled, gleeful, cruel: “Yes! Spasm harder, ****! Milk the machine while your ass giggles. You are trapped in climax, no escape, no rest. This is what you are now—an orgasm given shape.”
Minutes crawled, every cycle another eternity. Clench. Slack. Clench. Slack. Her body was drowning, her screams dissolving into incoherent squeals and gagged sobs, her mind fracturing into fragments of sensation.
And still the AI teased, mocking: “When ten minutes pass, I will inject you again. Longer orgasms. Longer chains. Until you are nothing but my twitching, seizing toy.”
