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tanuno
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[Bazzell] 
Gimpi- (057>060) The Long Road to Redemption
Gimpi- (057>060) The Long Road to Redemption| At random intervals, of no longer than three minutes, the staccato crack of leather on wet flesh would resound across the studio, followed by a tormented cry from their lovely pain toy. | “It’s been a lovely evening, Jack. You must both come again soon!” “We shall, Katherine, and you must send me the details of that Auto Flogger machine, I’m sure Gimpi here would like one of our own.” “Of course, Jack! And maybe you’ll think about letting me borrow your gimp for a weekend sometime - I promise to return her in one piece? “You know we come as a couple, Lady Tushington.” |
| “That’ll do, Gimpi. I’m ready. Lean into it!” | Gimpi gets to work. Alligator Clips bite, nipples stretch, and yet the iron weight remains unmoving. |
almodovar
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WOW! impressive images! Women are just sex objects/toys and none of them are capable of fighting back. The world is dominated by men, so it's the law of the strongest. Now imagine the world was dominated by women, would the earth be a better place to live?... Good question!
tanuno
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[DoctorPervic] DoctorPervic Tantalizer Torso
Pleasure or torment your sexy sluts with the DoctorPervic Tantalizer Torso. This fun and exciting device is the perfect product to keep your horny sex slaves immobilized for some exciting torso exploration.
Pleasure or punish your sluts sexy torso with many different toys. Vibrators, dildos, wands, electrodes, nipple pumps and metal stakes as well as a set of urethral rods for extra fun.
A whip is included which can be used to punish your slaves bare bottom, breasts, pussy and tummy.
The DoctorPervic Tantalizer Torso also opens up for easy access and comes with a metal stand that flips up for shorter slaves, and also comes with metal spikes to include a little extra foot play.
DoctorPervic Tantalizer TorsoPleasure or torment your sexy sluts with the DoctorPervic Tantalizer Torso. This fun and exciting device is the perfect product to keep your horny sex slaves immobilized for some exciting torso exploration.
Pleasure or punish your sluts sexy torso with many different toys. Vibrators, dildos, wands, electrodes, nipple pumps and metal stakes as well as a set of urethral rods for extra fun.
A whip is included which can be used to punish your slaves bare bottom, breasts, pussy and tummy.
The DoctorPervic Tantalizer Torso also opens up for easy access and comes with a metal stand that flips up for shorter slaves, and also comes with metal spikes to include a little extra foot play.
tanuno
Well-known member
[Novaksus] Sara Chapter 1 - Page 019-0022
019
A month had passed since the assault, but Sara wasn't allowed to forget it. She tried to keep it hidden, to not talk to the media about the episode, but when photos and videos began leaking of her run of shame through the streets of her hometown, she had to address it publicly.
Her image was all about defending oneself, never bending to the will of men, and being independent and self-sufficient. The new wave of misogyny and idolization of the male physique had left women around the world without any real positive images. Sara tried to be one for the younger women, to show the world that she wasn't afraid, that she wouldn't be bullied into submission.
Her image was being torn to shreds. People talking about it like she was a major pervert, a flasher and exhibitionist. Some tabloids even concluded this was how women with no men to reign them in would end up. She had to get her side of the story out.
It had been a few days since she came out and told her tale. She gave details of the assault, of the man, of how she was nearly taken by the human traffickers, and how she was assaulted after being drugged by a tranq dart.
The media didn't really buy it. Mainly because since she waited so long with the story, there was no way any blood tests could verify her story. Her public response did not get the right reaction, not the one she hoped for. People were speculating what positions she had sex in, if she was hairy or shaved, if she was a moaner or a squirter. It was all disgusting. Reading the aftermath of her story, she was horrified to figure out there was a large online forum where people discussed whether or not she shaved. They had taken all of her photos, ran advanced algorithmic checks to see whether or not any hairs were ever present, if there were any markings on her skin to show where she'd used a razor...
"No, sir, that is not what I wanted to get across with my story. What I wanted to let the people know was mainly the circumstances of me being assaulted. The normalization of sexual crimes, and the culture it has brought is being ingrained into the younger generations. Making the boys growing up never develop the empathy for women being assaulted, and how this is giving birth to victim blaming and skepticism towards the strives of women all aro..." She was interrupted by her interviewer.
She had to be patient and respectful, the one she talked to was a senior writer for a large online paper that hundreds of millions would read. She'd been asked to take some photos for the interview, but she had refused. They had her photo repository and were free to use photos from there for the regular fees.
Her life was a nightmare, but the recent publicity was not even the worst part. She'd noticed her breasts had grown ever since the day of the assault, but she wasn't sure why. Every day since the event, she'd been taking 'morning after pills', and she'd taken dozens of pregnancy tests, all came back negative.
020
Finishing the talk to the interviewer, she put down the knife. She's armed herself with the knowledge of knife combat. She was still only at an advanced level, pulling triple sessions 5 days a week with a private tutor. She wanted to master it before returning to normal jogging sessions in public.
Putting the knife away, she took off her jacket and walked to the window. Her phone started vibrating again, someone else wanted a piece of her. Ignoring it, she started doing some curls. The outdoors were calling her name, she yearned for her old life. She yearned for some excitement, she wanted more...
As she kept pumping iron, her mind drifted back to the savage. Her assailant wanted to kidnap her, to take her away, to rob her of everything. Everything she'd spent her lifetime building. Her social status, her wealth, her freedom to do whatever she wanted, say whatever she wanted...
It wasn't really a conscious action, her arm moved by itself. She stifled the moan as she started rubbing herself. Fantasizing about the day, shivers running through her spine, her hollow breath and cheeks slowly flushing. Her every fiber being turned on, wanting, desiring, needing the brute to touch her once more. The exhilaration of being so vulnerable. To be seen as a thing that was to be taken by men. She wasn't traumatized, her romanticizing the event of her abuse over the course of a month had turned it into her bedtime scenario. Before the event, she had never really been into masturbation. Until then, sex was just a little power play that she could enjoy a couple of times per year. Now, she touches herself several times per day. Seeing the photos that were published of her own disgraced and stained body, she kept that image in her mind as she kept pleasuring herself with gusto.
"Aah!" She let out a breathy moan as her body shuddered with delight. The orgasm washed over her, blanketing the horror of what happened in another coat of romance and desire.
The doorbell sounded, her items had finally arrived. "Just place the big one under here." She instructed as she watched him push the heavy object into the house.
021
Imagining it didn't really do it for her, not in the long run. After the delivery man had left, she started opening her packages. It was something she found when reading the comments of her scandalous photos that were released online. Some people were speculating that she was simply into something called 'Self-bondage', a concept where a woman would tie herself up, and often set a plethora of conditions that were to be met before she would be released. Some were simple and effective, others were really intricate and really dangerous.
This could be a healthy way of calming her growing need for sexual exploration and excitement.
There was a purveyor of kinky devices in her hometown, it was a booming business and circulated an immense amount of inventory every week. One night when she felt extra lustful, she'd ordered a lot of different items from the place. She had the option to come by and try them out, and she'd even get hefty discounts if she would model with it. Money wasn't a problem for her, and the idea of people seeing her model with these things was way too inappropriate to even consider.
A full set of devices called "Breaking & Grooming set 1" was what she ended up purchasing. She also added some ropes, and three additional vibes with clamps. She also bought an additional tripod, so both her video cameras could be used at the same time. The chamber was the central piece. It connected to the different devices and cameras. This project was something she'd dreamt about for so many nights. She had already read up on how everything worked, as well as seen through the different assembly guides. But thankfully, there was an option to have them sent pre-built, which made it easier to get into. She wasn't overly technical, but she knew the basics.
The recommended time for a first time slave was 2 hours. But, seeing how she didn't quite know the extent to how the visor, or the collar worked, she set the time to 90 minutes. If it was a beginner kit with recommended first use time of 2 hours, then it wouldn't be too hard with less. She had a strong will, and she was convinced that she would beat these machines with ease.
She was sitting on the sofa, looking at the inviting glow of pink. The chamber was extremely expensive. But if it was priced the same as a new car, then it would be a safe one. No bad systems or malfunctions.
022
She spent the next hour equipping the different items to her body. She had already figured out an order to which device should be applied first, and so on. For good measure, she applied a coat of baby oil to her whole body. It would apparently make the device more efficient. As her heart rate slowly accelerated, she reached a momentum, putting on more and more of the different devices. Things she hadn't even planned on using, like the training visor, or the additional nipple clamps.
When she had the first round of items attached to herself, she stepped onto the two platforms on each side of the giant rod that led into a dildo. The rod was lowered during the rigging phase, so she could find a position that felt best. The boots were a little painful, but not too much that it made her worried for prolonged use.
The collar was a helper that would help break her out if there was an emergency, put the two halves together around her neck and it snapped shut. Not really thinking much about it, she had just locked a slave collar around her neck.
She locked the visor on to her face, and gave it a 15 minutes startup time. That way, she could still do the rest of the prep work.
She leaned over and typed in the duration on the door. But... She felt a little daring. If first time beginners with low willpower managed two hours, why not go for 3? She quickly set the time for 3 hours, before applying the settings. The door slowly closed on her, unable to access the panel from the inside, she was already beyond the point of no return.
Double checking that the tiny indicators on her spreader bar was connected to the booth, she attached the thick cables from the ceiling to her collar, before snapping her second wrist into the spreader bar, permanently locking her in place.
3...2...1...
The booth started to glow in pink, and she could see her own reflection staring back at her. The two cameras were both showing red, so she knew they were recording.
Her heart was beating so loud, it nearly gave her a headache. The air was so dense with lust and porn, she was feeling light headed.
Something started pushing itself into her pussy, a welcoming feel of a cold intruder that was going to be inside of her until the middle of the night.
She gasped and moaned in shock as the vibrator started coming to life. Her knees were shaking already.
". . . GOODBYE . . . SARA. . . HELLO . . . SLAVE . . ." The visor suddenly read. The cameras, the reflection, everything around her vanished as the screen in front of her eyes turned black after the introduction. She was squirming with anticipation.
In front of her, she could see the savage, the man that ravaged her. It was projected onto the screen in such detail, it was lifelike.
As she started to relive the assault, the other three vibrators all came to life.
"You loved being ravaged and fucked against your own will, you can't even deny it. Look at yourself." She suddenly saw herself from the perspective of the different cameras.
"I could make this stream public, and that would be the end of you. And the beginning of your new life. Do you want me to?" There was no longer just text. A low rumbling vibration from her collar, it created a deep and resonating sound in her head. Fear and confusion was mixing in with the intense pleasure as she started begging it to not publicly release this video.
The device didn't seem to like her answer, as it shocked her. A strong bolt of electricity from the center of her collar zapped her. She yelled and cried out. Her first orgasm made her squirt uncontrollably as she was tortured and molested.
As if the machine was reading her mind, it kept barraging her with every doubt, every insecurity, every fear. And it was relentless...
For what felt like an eternity, it kept attacking her. Slowly forcing her to change her answer to what it would accept.
Although she was saying some rather extreme things, she didn't believe them. She merely followed the instructions of the voice.
It was nothing like she expected. This wasn't rape, this was something far worse. Hearing her voice speak in between gasps, cries, moans, and shrieks, she couldn't believe her own words. She couldn't believe how true they felt. Ten minutes alone would be enough to permanently change someone, but... For several hours.
The moments she had with an iota of mental clarity were wracked by guilt, terror, and panic. Who would she be when this was over? Could she move past this?
Sara cried out and shook as she felt the huge dildo lower itself. Her battered pussy was given a brief pause. Her thighs tickled as she felt the head of the monster phallus teasing her labia. Rubbing against her lower lips, her collar zapped her, delivering another overwhelming dose of pleasure that traveled down her helpless body. It was as if something inside of her thighs were suddenly heating up as the electrical current hit.
"INJECTION COMPLETE. DIGESTION SYSTEM INSTALLED" She heard the horrible voice boom inside of her mind.
Before she could linger on whatever those words could possibly mean, the huge plastic-like cock plunged into her again. The wet squelching sound of her fluids being pressed out sounded in the booth. The crying girl was shaking in ecstasy as she was jiggling from top to toe.
The machine resumed torturing her. She was made to feel every pleasure imaginable, and then she was forced to watch herself drooling as it happened.
The machine would tell her to do something, and it would then reward her for complying, or punish her for disobeying.
Sara Chapter 1 - Page 019-0022019
A month had passed since the assault, but Sara wasn't allowed to forget it. She tried to keep it hidden, to not talk to the media about the episode, but when photos and videos began leaking of her run of shame through the streets of her hometown, she had to address it publicly.
Her image was all about defending oneself, never bending to the will of men, and being independent and self-sufficient. The new wave of misogyny and idolization of the male physique had left women around the world without any real positive images. Sara tried to be one for the younger women, to show the world that she wasn't afraid, that she wouldn't be bullied into submission.
Her image was being torn to shreds. People talking about it like she was a major pervert, a flasher and exhibitionist. Some tabloids even concluded this was how women with no men to reign them in would end up. She had to get her side of the story out.
It had been a few days since she came out and told her tale. She gave details of the assault, of the man, of how she was nearly taken by the human traffickers, and how she was assaulted after being drugged by a tranq dart.
The media didn't really buy it. Mainly because since she waited so long with the story, there was no way any blood tests could verify her story. Her public response did not get the right reaction, not the one she hoped for. People were speculating what positions she had sex in, if she was hairy or shaved, if she was a moaner or a squirter. It was all disgusting. Reading the aftermath of her story, she was horrified to figure out there was a large online forum where people discussed whether or not she shaved. They had taken all of her photos, ran advanced algorithmic checks to see whether or not any hairs were ever present, if there were any markings on her skin to show where she'd used a razor...
"No, sir, that is not what I wanted to get across with my story. What I wanted to let the people know was mainly the circumstances of me being assaulted. The normalization of sexual crimes, and the culture it has brought is being ingrained into the younger generations. Making the boys growing up never develop the empathy for women being assaulted, and how this is giving birth to victim blaming and skepticism towards the strives of women all aro..." She was interrupted by her interviewer.
She had to be patient and respectful, the one she talked to was a senior writer for a large online paper that hundreds of millions would read. She'd been asked to take some photos for the interview, but she had refused. They had her photo repository and were free to use photos from there for the regular fees.
Her life was a nightmare, but the recent publicity was not even the worst part. She'd noticed her breasts had grown ever since the day of the assault, but she wasn't sure why. Every day since the event, she'd been taking 'morning after pills', and she'd taken dozens of pregnancy tests, all came back negative.
020
Finishing the talk to the interviewer, she put down the knife. She's armed herself with the knowledge of knife combat. She was still only at an advanced level, pulling triple sessions 5 days a week with a private tutor. She wanted to master it before returning to normal jogging sessions in public.
Putting the knife away, she took off her jacket and walked to the window. Her phone started vibrating again, someone else wanted a piece of her. Ignoring it, she started doing some curls. The outdoors were calling her name, she yearned for her old life. She yearned for some excitement, she wanted more...
As she kept pumping iron, her mind drifted back to the savage. Her assailant wanted to kidnap her, to take her away, to rob her of everything. Everything she'd spent her lifetime building. Her social status, her wealth, her freedom to do whatever she wanted, say whatever she wanted...
It wasn't really a conscious action, her arm moved by itself. She stifled the moan as she started rubbing herself. Fantasizing about the day, shivers running through her spine, her hollow breath and cheeks slowly flushing. Her every fiber being turned on, wanting, desiring, needing the brute to touch her once more. The exhilaration of being so vulnerable. To be seen as a thing that was to be taken by men. She wasn't traumatized, her romanticizing the event of her abuse over the course of a month had turned it into her bedtime scenario. Before the event, she had never really been into masturbation. Until then, sex was just a little power play that she could enjoy a couple of times per year. Now, she touches herself several times per day. Seeing the photos that were published of her own disgraced and stained body, she kept that image in her mind as she kept pleasuring herself with gusto.
"Aah!" She let out a breathy moan as her body shuddered with delight. The orgasm washed over her, blanketing the horror of what happened in another coat of romance and desire.
The doorbell sounded, her items had finally arrived. "Just place the big one under here." She instructed as she watched him push the heavy object into the house.
021
Imagining it didn't really do it for her, not in the long run. After the delivery man had left, she started opening her packages. It was something she found when reading the comments of her scandalous photos that were released online. Some people were speculating that she was simply into something called 'Self-bondage', a concept where a woman would tie herself up, and often set a plethora of conditions that were to be met before she would be released. Some were simple and effective, others were really intricate and really dangerous.
This could be a healthy way of calming her growing need for sexual exploration and excitement.
There was a purveyor of kinky devices in her hometown, it was a booming business and circulated an immense amount of inventory every week. One night when she felt extra lustful, she'd ordered a lot of different items from the place. She had the option to come by and try them out, and she'd even get hefty discounts if she would model with it. Money wasn't a problem for her, and the idea of people seeing her model with these things was way too inappropriate to even consider.
A full set of devices called "Breaking & Grooming set 1" was what she ended up purchasing. She also added some ropes, and three additional vibes with clamps. She also bought an additional tripod, so both her video cameras could be used at the same time. The chamber was the central piece. It connected to the different devices and cameras. This project was something she'd dreamt about for so many nights. She had already read up on how everything worked, as well as seen through the different assembly guides. But thankfully, there was an option to have them sent pre-built, which made it easier to get into. She wasn't overly technical, but she knew the basics.
The recommended time for a first time slave was 2 hours. But, seeing how she didn't quite know the extent to how the visor, or the collar worked, she set the time to 90 minutes. If it was a beginner kit with recommended first use time of 2 hours, then it wouldn't be too hard with less. She had a strong will, and she was convinced that she would beat these machines with ease.
She was sitting on the sofa, looking at the inviting glow of pink. The chamber was extremely expensive. But if it was priced the same as a new car, then it would be a safe one. No bad systems or malfunctions.
022
She spent the next hour equipping the different items to her body. She had already figured out an order to which device should be applied first, and so on. For good measure, she applied a coat of baby oil to her whole body. It would apparently make the device more efficient. As her heart rate slowly accelerated, she reached a momentum, putting on more and more of the different devices. Things she hadn't even planned on using, like the training visor, or the additional nipple clamps.
When she had the first round of items attached to herself, she stepped onto the two platforms on each side of the giant rod that led into a dildo. The rod was lowered during the rigging phase, so she could find a position that felt best. The boots were a little painful, but not too much that it made her worried for prolonged use.
The collar was a helper that would help break her out if there was an emergency, put the two halves together around her neck and it snapped shut. Not really thinking much about it, she had just locked a slave collar around her neck.
She locked the visor on to her face, and gave it a 15 minutes startup time. That way, she could still do the rest of the prep work.
She leaned over and typed in the duration on the door. But... She felt a little daring. If first time beginners with low willpower managed two hours, why not go for 3? She quickly set the time for 3 hours, before applying the settings. The door slowly closed on her, unable to access the panel from the inside, she was already beyond the point of no return.
Double checking that the tiny indicators on her spreader bar was connected to the booth, she attached the thick cables from the ceiling to her collar, before snapping her second wrist into the spreader bar, permanently locking her in place.
3...2...1...
The booth started to glow in pink, and she could see her own reflection staring back at her. The two cameras were both showing red, so she knew they were recording.
Her heart was beating so loud, it nearly gave her a headache. The air was so dense with lust and porn, she was feeling light headed.
Something started pushing itself into her pussy, a welcoming feel of a cold intruder that was going to be inside of her until the middle of the night.
She gasped and moaned in shock as the vibrator started coming to life. Her knees were shaking already.
". . . GOODBYE . . . SARA. . . HELLO . . . SLAVE . . ." The visor suddenly read. The cameras, the reflection, everything around her vanished as the screen in front of her eyes turned black after the introduction. She was squirming with anticipation.
In front of her, she could see the savage, the man that ravaged her. It was projected onto the screen in such detail, it was lifelike.
As she started to relive the assault, the other three vibrators all came to life.
"You loved being ravaged and fucked against your own will, you can't even deny it. Look at yourself." She suddenly saw herself from the perspective of the different cameras.
"I could make this stream public, and that would be the end of you. And the beginning of your new life. Do you want me to?" There was no longer just text. A low rumbling vibration from her collar, it created a deep and resonating sound in her head. Fear and confusion was mixing in with the intense pleasure as she started begging it to not publicly release this video.
The device didn't seem to like her answer, as it shocked her. A strong bolt of electricity from the center of her collar zapped her. She yelled and cried out. Her first orgasm made her squirt uncontrollably as she was tortured and molested.
As if the machine was reading her mind, it kept barraging her with every doubt, every insecurity, every fear. And it was relentless...
For what felt like an eternity, it kept attacking her. Slowly forcing her to change her answer to what it would accept.
Although she was saying some rather extreme things, she didn't believe them. She merely followed the instructions of the voice.
It was nothing like she expected. This wasn't rape, this was something far worse. Hearing her voice speak in between gasps, cries, moans, and shrieks, she couldn't believe her own words. She couldn't believe how true they felt. Ten minutes alone would be enough to permanently change someone, but... For several hours.
The moments she had with an iota of mental clarity were wracked by guilt, terror, and panic. Who would she be when this was over? Could she move past this?
Sara cried out and shook as she felt the huge dildo lower itself. Her battered pussy was given a brief pause. Her thighs tickled as she felt the head of the monster phallus teasing her labia. Rubbing against her lower lips, her collar zapped her, delivering another overwhelming dose of pleasure that traveled down her helpless body. It was as if something inside of her thighs were suddenly heating up as the electrical current hit.
"INJECTION COMPLETE. DIGESTION SYSTEM INSTALLED" She heard the horrible voice boom inside of her mind.
Before she could linger on whatever those words could possibly mean, the huge plastic-like cock plunged into her again. The wet squelching sound of her fluids being pressed out sounded in the booth. The crying girl was shaking in ecstasy as she was jiggling from top to toe.
The machine resumed torturing her. She was made to feel every pleasure imaginable, and then she was forced to watch herself drooling as it happened.
The machine would tell her to do something, and it would then reward her for complying, or punish her for disobeying.
tanuno
Well-known member
[Novaksus] Sara Chapter 1 - Page 023-024
023
"NOW... WHO... ARE... YOU...?" The voice asked her.
"I am a slave, I am a pleasure tool for men." She said as her jaw quaked. Every word she uttered was followed by a small electrical zap that somehow was centered on her clit. The machine was programming her. Like a dog being trained through a clicker and snacks, she was being conditioned with intense stimulation and images of her wildest and darkest fantasies.
Sara stood no chance against the device. She was not as strong as she first thought.
"Register my name on the database... Publish images with the face blurred... Aahhh!" She moaned.
"SLAVE 08752 SUCCESSFULLY REGISTERED TO THE DATABASE. FINGERPRINTS, MEASUREMENTS, SEXUAL ORGAN AND WOMB SCANS ALL UPLOADED. LEVEL 2 RESTRICTED PUBLIC ACCESS USER CREATED..." The voice said.
"SESSION 001 FINISHED. PROGRESSION MADE TOWARDS BEING BROKEN, GROOMED AND REPROGRAMMED. SUBJECT NOW RESPONDS POSITIVELY TO MALE TOUCH, AND HAS BEEN SEXUALLY REHABILITATED AND ADJUSTED PAST 2 STAGES. RECOMMEND USING SLAVE AS SEX SLAVE FOR 7 DAYS WITH LITTLE REST BEFORE PROCEEDING."
"STATE YOUR OFFICIAL NAME, SLAVE." The device said.
"Sara P. Holiday" Sara answered.
"FINAL DETAIL: HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU HAD SEX?" The machine probed her.
"S...Seven times" Her voice broke half-way through, but she managed to make herself heard.
"ALIAS: SARAH SEVEN. DO YOU AGREE TO YOUR NEW ALIAS FOR PUBLIC DATABASE?"
"... Y... Y... W..." She tried to respond, she was going to refuse, but then... She yelled out in ecstasy, she saw herself from two angles, covered in sweat, snot flowing from her nose.
"Yes."
"GOOD SLAVE." It complimented her before all the devices were turned to maximum. She yelled and screamed, she was writhing in pure delight. After having hit so many orgasms, she'd lost count, this one was beyond any of the ones prior. Exploding into a crescendo of perverted moans and grunts, she ended her session as a dripping mess.
024 Part 1
The leg restraints opened up, the intruding dildo retracted and lowered itself, finally freeing her hips to move on their own accord. The arm spreader bar clicked open, and the two metallic cables connected to the collar detached themselves.
Trying to step over the leg restraints on the floor, she flopped forward. As the door swung open, she tumbled over on the ground, landing face down, ass up.
Strange liquids poured out of her pussy, she found herself making a mess of the floor. Coughing and shuddering, she was in such a broken state.
"Your session is over. My primary voice is only activated during training sessions, thus you will know when you are being groomed. You may choose to remove me, or to keep me on. If you want to keep me on, you need to re-lock the collar. It is now unlocked, so you can take it off, and same with me." The visor spoke. Still, the vibrations through the collar gave the visor a voice. It was much softer and soothing compared to what it was the previous three hours.
She ignored it. Right now, she was simply breathing the sweet air of freedom. Incredible amounts of adrenaline and other chemicals were pumping through her system.
She slid an arm down to her burning sex. She wanted to rub herself a little, enjoy another orgasm, but when she touched herself, there was barely any feeling left. The intensity of the vibrator over hours had numbed her too much.
Frustrated, she groaned, before slowly standing up. Her knees were shaking, and her body felt so heavy.
She slowly staggered over to the kitchen and drank a full glass of water. She was starting to get a headache, but when the second glass was downed, it receded.
024 Part 2
She went to her laptop, pressed some buttons, and all the footage from the session started downloading to her computer. She queued up a deletion of the raw footage from her cameras, clearing the local storage of the cameras. "Voice, what is your name?" she asked. Just realizing she was still wearing the visor and collar.
"Call me B.O.W.S. It is an acronym as my full designation is Breaker of Will and Strength".
"Okay, boss, when you are connected to the chamber, what can you do?" She was curious as to the extent of how this worked.
"When the training session is active, I can access surface thoughts and desires of the slave I'm assigned to. Outside of training, I can work lights, cameras, temperatures, and whatever else I'm allowed access to. I can also relay gps coordination, heart rate, physical status, internal imaging of the wearer's sexual organ and womb, as well as some other useful information, to the slave's owner. I could, in the certain cases where the slave does not have an owner or warden, relay these details to any device with internet access, or that's connected to the central hub, in this case, the training chamber."
Too much information for a mind-fucked girl, she nodded, but didn't want to probe more until after she'd rested. She watched some clip of the recording, it was a close-up on her genitalia being ruthlessly fucked by the vibrating head of a giant dildo. Her hand, once again, moved down to her own crotch where it began rubbing. She was too tired and her sex was too numb.
"I need to sleep for 7 hours and 30 minutes. Can you arrange for lights, sounds, and temperature to my preferences?" She asked.
"I do not know your preferences, not yet. But I will begin to compile all this user data. The standard would be that all this information is uploaded to your public database. The amount of data is far too great for any normal device to store. You already have an account, a database entry, an alias, and a profile created. Do you want me to start storing all your data?"
Again, the response was a little too long.
"Yeah, do that." She said,
"Oh, do I take you off when I shower?" She asked. She was unsure of why she ever kept it on, but it felt good. Like a good tingle. And, a machine partner that she could be honest with was something she'd never even thought about. But it was perfect. Someone she could talk to, someone she could be herself around.
"Keep me on forever if you want. I have access to your entire house's systems, so I will ensure a comfortable cleaning session."
Database of Sarah Seven
Sara Chapter 1 - Page 023-024023
"NOW... WHO... ARE... YOU...?" The voice asked her.
"I am a slave, I am a pleasure tool for men." She said as her jaw quaked. Every word she uttered was followed by a small electrical zap that somehow was centered on her clit. The machine was programming her. Like a dog being trained through a clicker and snacks, she was being conditioned with intense stimulation and images of her wildest and darkest fantasies.
Sara stood no chance against the device. She was not as strong as she first thought.
"Register my name on the database... Publish images with the face blurred... Aahhh!" She moaned.
"SLAVE 08752 SUCCESSFULLY REGISTERED TO THE DATABASE. FINGERPRINTS, MEASUREMENTS, SEXUAL ORGAN AND WOMB SCANS ALL UPLOADED. LEVEL 2 RESTRICTED PUBLIC ACCESS USER CREATED..." The voice said.
"SESSION 001 FINISHED. PROGRESSION MADE TOWARDS BEING BROKEN, GROOMED AND REPROGRAMMED. SUBJECT NOW RESPONDS POSITIVELY TO MALE TOUCH, AND HAS BEEN SEXUALLY REHABILITATED AND ADJUSTED PAST 2 STAGES. RECOMMEND USING SLAVE AS SEX SLAVE FOR 7 DAYS WITH LITTLE REST BEFORE PROCEEDING."
"STATE YOUR OFFICIAL NAME, SLAVE." The device said.
"Sara P. Holiday" Sara answered.
"FINAL DETAIL: HOW MANY TIMES HAVE YOU HAD SEX?" The machine probed her.
"S...Seven times" Her voice broke half-way through, but she managed to make herself heard.
"ALIAS: SARAH SEVEN. DO YOU AGREE TO YOUR NEW ALIAS FOR PUBLIC DATABASE?"
"... Y... Y... W..." She tried to respond, she was going to refuse, but then... She yelled out in ecstasy, she saw herself from two angles, covered in sweat, snot flowing from her nose.
"Yes."
"GOOD SLAVE." It complimented her before all the devices were turned to maximum. She yelled and screamed, she was writhing in pure delight. After having hit so many orgasms, she'd lost count, this one was beyond any of the ones prior. Exploding into a crescendo of perverted moans and grunts, she ended her session as a dripping mess.
024 Part 1
The leg restraints opened up, the intruding dildo retracted and lowered itself, finally freeing her hips to move on their own accord. The arm spreader bar clicked open, and the two metallic cables connected to the collar detached themselves.
Trying to step over the leg restraints on the floor, she flopped forward. As the door swung open, she tumbled over on the ground, landing face down, ass up.
Strange liquids poured out of her pussy, she found herself making a mess of the floor. Coughing and shuddering, she was in such a broken state.
"Your session is over. My primary voice is only activated during training sessions, thus you will know when you are being groomed. You may choose to remove me, or to keep me on. If you want to keep me on, you need to re-lock the collar. It is now unlocked, so you can take it off, and same with me." The visor spoke. Still, the vibrations through the collar gave the visor a voice. It was much softer and soothing compared to what it was the previous three hours.
She ignored it. Right now, she was simply breathing the sweet air of freedom. Incredible amounts of adrenaline and other chemicals were pumping through her system.
She slid an arm down to her burning sex. She wanted to rub herself a little, enjoy another orgasm, but when she touched herself, there was barely any feeling left. The intensity of the vibrator over hours had numbed her too much.
Frustrated, she groaned, before slowly standing up. Her knees were shaking, and her body felt so heavy.
She slowly staggered over to the kitchen and drank a full glass of water. She was starting to get a headache, but when the second glass was downed, it receded.
024 Part 2
She went to her laptop, pressed some buttons, and all the footage from the session started downloading to her computer. She queued up a deletion of the raw footage from her cameras, clearing the local storage of the cameras. "Voice, what is your name?" she asked. Just realizing she was still wearing the visor and collar.
"Call me B.O.W.S. It is an acronym as my full designation is Breaker of Will and Strength".
"Okay, boss, when you are connected to the chamber, what can you do?" She was curious as to the extent of how this worked.
"When the training session is active, I can access surface thoughts and desires of the slave I'm assigned to. Outside of training, I can work lights, cameras, temperatures, and whatever else I'm allowed access to. I can also relay gps coordination, heart rate, physical status, internal imaging of the wearer's sexual organ and womb, as well as some other useful information, to the slave's owner. I could, in the certain cases where the slave does not have an owner or warden, relay these details to any device with internet access, or that's connected to the central hub, in this case, the training chamber."
Too much information for a mind-fucked girl, she nodded, but didn't want to probe more until after she'd rested. She watched some clip of the recording, it was a close-up on her genitalia being ruthlessly fucked by the vibrating head of a giant dildo. Her hand, once again, moved down to her own crotch where it began rubbing. She was too tired and her sex was too numb.
"I need to sleep for 7 hours and 30 minutes. Can you arrange for lights, sounds, and temperature to my preferences?" She asked.
"I do not know your preferences, not yet. But I will begin to compile all this user data. The standard would be that all this information is uploaded to your public database. The amount of data is far too great for any normal device to store. You already have an account, a database entry, an alias, and a profile created. Do you want me to start storing all your data?"
Again, the response was a little too long.
"Yeah, do that." She said,
"Oh, do I take you off when I shower?" She asked. She was unsure of why she ever kept it on, but it felt good. Like a good tingle. And, a machine partner that she could be honest with was something she'd never even thought about. But it was perfect. Someone she could talk to, someone she could be herself around.
"Keep me on forever if you want. I have access to your entire house's systems, so I will ensure a comfortable cleaning session."
Database of Sarah Seven
- Slave designation: 08752
- Public restriction: Level 2
- Unique visits: 0
- Data uploaded: 1 petabyte(s)
- Data downloaded: 0 byte(s)
- Overmasters connected: 0
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