The Box Ch. 01

Hello readers.

Like some of my others this story takes its cues from hentai a lot and has the same disregard for biology. This time we have machine bondage, nonconsent, futanarization, body modification, mental corruption and large insertions.

Everyone is over the age of 18 and completely fictional.

Feedback and comments are welcome as usual.

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Claire woke with a jerk.

Light. Bright and blinding, suddenly blooming in front of her, turning the insides of her eyelids red and forcing her into wakefulness.

"Fuck!" she swore, her throat dry, voice raspy as if she hadn't spoken in days.

The lights dimmed. Settling into a gloom that matched her room when she used her bedside lamp to read.

She tried to move her hand. To cover her squinting eyes and recover from the sudden brightness.

It didn't budge.

"Wha?" Claire said, her mind not quite processing things at the proper speed yet.

She tried the other hand. It didn't move either.

Panic. Sharp and fierce tore apart her drowsiness. She couldn't move her hands.

She tried to sit up and was met with the same resistance. Neither leg budging an inch.

The panic spiked harder. She still couldn't see properly. She couldn't move.

"Help! Help me please!"

Claire winced at the sound of her own voice, her scream amplified somehow.

"THE SUBJECT WILL BE SILENT."

The robotic voice boomed and Claire flinched at the sound, trying to pull away as much as she could.

"Oww fuck! Hello? Help me please! I'm stuck!" Claire tried again.

"THE SUBJECT WILL BE SILENT."

The voice boomed again and the blinding lights flashed.

"AGGGH!" Claire screamed, her vision wiped out again by light. The robotic voice piercing in its intensity.

"Ok. Ok. Ok. Ok." she stammered out in a whisper.

The lights dimmed and Claire sighed in relief.

Keeping her eyes shut, she tried to focus. Her head was swimming and she felt parched but she tried to think. Tried to reign in her panic and calm herself. Panic would only lead to more trouble.

What had happened? Where was she? Why couldn't she move?

The second and third she could answer in a minute. She just had to stay silent and wait for her eyes to recover again.

Screwing her eyes shut, she tried to remember. She could remember her university class. Could remember telling her roommate Eden she was going out.

But after that there was only darkness. Like her mind had been wiped.

That thought terrified her, and she had to fight to control her panic again.

Had someone taken her? Done something to her? How long had she been gone? How long had she been asleep? Would someone be looking for her? The cops? Eden? Her parents?

The questions chased themselves around in circles with no possible answers.

Focus she told herself. What can you do?

Claire listened to her own instruction. Slowing her breathing as she'd taught as part of her fitness regime. Then allowed her mind to clear.

There was the pain in her head. Her eyes still stinging from the light. She kept going down her body. Something was wrapped around her neck, a tight, constricting collar that allowed almost no movement. She could look up, but not down and only the slightest amount to either side. Her chest was bare. There was no comforting weight of her clothing or the firm support of her bra. She could only feel beads of sweat trickling down between her breasts. Her arms were stuck, held out from her body like she was a star. Her hands balled into fists and wrapped in something that came all the way up to her elbow.

Her lower half was also bare. And she trembled at the realisation. She was naked. Her legs open and held out from her body like her arms. They too were trapped in something up to the middle of her thighs.

Her pussy, tits and ass were on display for whoever or whatever was out there.

After a few more minutes of suppressed terror, Claire risked opening her eyes. She was still seeing spots, brightly coloured dots floating back and forth in front of her but not enough to block her vision completely.

The sight that greeted her was terrifying in a different way. No more than a few meters away, was a mirror. Thin and long it was just wide enough to show her a reflection of her entire body. To either side of it was blank metallic wall, and even with her limited movement and vision she could see that it was small. The corners to either side turning back towards her. Those walls were the same blank metallic grey and rolling her eyes upward she could see the roof the same short distance away.

Holy shit.

Claire had to stifle the curse, thinking rather than speaking.

I'm in a fucking box.

No wonder the air was so hot. She could feel sweat rolling down her back now, more beads following the others down between her breasts.

Blinking rapidly, she tried to force the last remaining spots from her vision before she focused on the mirror again.

She gulped slowly, feeling the pressure of it as the tight collar made swallowing difficult as she took in the sight of herself and her predicament.

Her hair was a mess. Dyed white to match her usual gothic style, and cut short to just above her shoulders with slightly longer bangs that framed her face. It was limp and she could see streaks in it from her sweat as well hanging above the bright blue eyes that people always told her sparkled like the summer sky. The best indication yet that she'd been here for a while.

The collar was plastic, leather or latex, she couldn't tell. It was black, rigid with a very pronounced lip where it ended under her chin and it had several metal rings spaced around it though nothing was currently attached to the ones she could see.

As she'd realised her chest was bare, her small tits were on display. Just enough to fill the palm of her hands, they sat high and firm, not an ounce of sag in them at all. Growing up she'd been worried about the size of them but getting to university she'd found plenty of people who had had no problem with her small chest or even openly preferred it. Those ones soon discovered that the lack of size was more than made up for in the sensitivity. Her nipples were nearly always hard and erect. Pink, half inch nubs that managed to stand out even against her lily-white complexion. Playing with them alone was sometimes enough to make her orgasm.

Focus Claire told herself, shaking those thoughts away.

They weren't going to help.

She returned to her study.

The material that was trapping her limbs looked like some sort of cushioning or gel. There was more of the same metal that made up the walls wrapped around it and compressing it around her.

The final thing she could see was some sort of ridge. Kind of like a saddle or the sex toys she had seen in some of her roommates porn sat an inch or so beneath her spread crotch like a waiting beast. Beneath it, she could see more metal, a big box that went all the way to the floor and hid whatever was inside or behind it.

Her study complete, Claire let out a shaky sigh and tried once more to pull free. Nothing budged. Once more the panic threatened to overwhelm her.

No. No. No. No. No.

She shook her head as much as she was allowed. She couldn't give in to the panic. There must be something or someone out there that would talk to her.

"Err.. ummm.. hello? Can anyone hear me?" she tried out loud, carefully keeping her voice low and controlled.

The robotic voice didn't answer. The lights didn't flash.

"Hello," Claire tried again a little louder.

"My... my name is Claire, is there anyone out there?"

Silence answered her.

"Please... please help me. I'm stuck!" Claire tried a third time, this time with her normal volume.

"THE SUBJECT WILL BE SILENT."

"No! Fuck you!" Claire yelled back at the robotic voice, anger and panic getting the best of her.

"Tell me what the fuck is going on! Let me out of this creepy fucking box you robotic asshole!"

To her surprise, the lights did not return to blind her.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS BEEN VOLUNTEERED FOR THE EXPERIMENT."

Claire's eyes widened at the response. It knew her full name. Knew who she was. But an experiment? Volunteered? Those statements just provided more questions.

"Wait! No! No! I didn't volunteer for anything! Let me go!" she screamed back at the voice.

"THE SUBJECT WILL BE SILENT. CONSENT IS NOT REQUIRED. THE SUBJECT WILL BE SILENT!"

Consent is not required. The words sent a chill through Claire despite the heat in the box.

"Fuck you! Fuck you! Let me out of here!" Claire didn't care that she was meant to be silent.

"I didn't volunteer! Let me go!"

"IF THE SUBJECT WILL NOT BE SILENT THEN PUNISHMENT WILL BE DEALT."

"Fuck you!" Claire replied vehemently, lunging forward as much as she could in rage.

"SUBJECT HAS NOT COMPLIED PUNISHMENT WILL BE DEALT."

Claire closed her eyes as the robotic voice roared inside the box. She was expecting the lights to blind her again, but they snapped open when she heard a series of metallic clicks instead. Turning her head as best she could, her eyes darted around the dark interior of the box as she tried to find the sound.

The mystery was solved when a small circle popped open in the roof directly in front of her. She jerked backward in shock when a small nozzle popped out with another metallic click and spun to point directly at her.

"Hey wait!" She cried out in panic.

"No... blullglggh!"

Her protests were cut short by the nozzle. It and another three that surrounded her all opened up at once. A jet stream spray of liquid hitting her in the sides, face, chest and back.

Claire screwed her eyes shut again and pursed her lips, trying her best to stop whatever they were spraying her with from entering her mouth. It wasn't water, the small amount she had tasted before protecting herself had been sweet and it was sticky, clinging to her skin rather than quickly washing off.

After thirty seconds the spray stopped and Claire opened her eyes just in time to see the nozzles disappear back into the roof.

Trying to shake herself as best she could to get the liquid off her, Claire looked around the box for something more than just a spray.

That wasn't much of a punishment.

The thought had barely registered when it began.

Her skin. It started to tingle, a sensation close to pins and needles erupting all over her body. But it rapidly got worse. It felt like she was on fire.

"No, fuck! No! Noooo! Aaaaaghh!" Claire screamed.

Everything was hot. It felt like magma was flowing through her veins, beneath her skin. She started to shake, trying to get away from herself while she screamed. Her exposed private places were the worst. Her already sensitive nipples and breasts were mounds of brain melting heat. Her pussy somehow wetter than it had ever been in her life. Itching to be touched, to have something, anything, relieve the hot sensation. She could even feel her asshole twitching and quivering where rivulets of the liquid had run down the crack in her cheeks and touched her tight hole.

As quickly as the fiery feeling spiked it began to fade. Returning to the soft tingle that left her body buzzing and itching to be touched.

"APHRODISIAC DEPLOYED. PUNISHMENT COMPLETED."

Aphrodisiac?

The word bounced through Claire's mind as she tried to regather herself. When she did, alarm spiked through her again.

Why did they need an aphrodisiac? What were they going to do?

"Hey! Please! Stop!" she cried out to the voice, trying her best to keep her own voice level.

"What are you doing? What experiment?"

She tried to think. Something that could stall them. Buy her more time. The robotic asshole had started to explain before she'd screamed at it.

Experiments. Experiments. Something about an experiment. Her science classes flitted through her thoughts and Claire latched on.

"What are the parameters? What is the goal?" she managed to get out, keeping her voice free of the panic and the nearly overwhelming sensations coming from her body.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS BEEN VOLUNTEERED FOR THE EXPERIMENT."

Claire grit her teeth to keep from yelling. She knew that already. She needed more.

The mechanical voice continued before she could ask again.

"EXPERIMENT DESIGNATION: THE BOX.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER WILL BE CONTAINED WITHIN THE BOX UNTIL THE GOALS ARE MET."

Claire nodded, she was getting somewhere.

"What... what are the goals?" She asked hesitantly.

"THE DESTRUCTION OF SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER'S SANITY AND PERSONALITY VIA PROLONGED SEXUAL EXPERIMENTATION AND TORMENT.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER MUST ATTEMPT TO RESIST FOR THE DURATION OF THE EXPERIMENT."

When the voice finished Claire was silent. Pure shock had obliterated everything else. This couldn't be happening. It had to be a dream. A nightmare. No one would really run such an experiment.

The metal box around her answered her.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL ONE WILL BEGIN IN THIRTY SECONDS.

"YOU MUST RESIST. YOU MUST NOT CUM. ORGASM WILL RESULT IN PUNISHMENT. ORGASM WILL RESULT IN EXPERIMENTATION LEVEL INCREASE.

"YOU MUST RESIST. YOU MUST NOT CUM."

"Wait! No! Stop! You can't do this!" Claire screamed again, her buzzing skin forgotten as she tried to wrench herself free.

"CONSENT IS NOT REQUIRED.

"YOU MUST RESIST.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL ONE WILL BEGIN IN TEN SECONDS.

"TEN.

"NINE.

"EIGHT.

"SEVEN.

"SIX.

"FIVE."

The voice stopped at five and Claire stopped struggling as she felt a slight sliver of hope that she had been rescued.

Then she heard the machinery whirring to life beneath her. Fruitlessly she tried to look down, the neck brace forgotten. Remembering the mirror after a moment she watched as the saddle beneath her rose and pressed itself to her body.

"Oh fuck!" Claire groaned as her pussy felt relief. The pressure against it dissipating the tingling sensation of the aphrodisiac.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL ONE WILL BEGIN."

The buzzing started beneath Claire immediately. The ridge pressed against her pussy beginning to vibrate. A slow pulse at first that quickly ramped up.

"Oh, oh, oh gawd fuck!" Claire couldn't hold back her cries.

It felt so good. Better than any toy she'd ever tried.

The vibrations slowed, cycling down till they were barely moving.

"Nghhh gawd!" Claire cried out as she was teased, her entire body straining against the restraints pinning her in place.

"Fuck! No! Oh gawd!" her cries rang out again as the buzzing ramped up again.

The cycle continued like that. Rising and then falling. Rising and then falling.

That was why the aphrodisiac was a punishment she realised after the first five minutes. It amplified everything.

The hard and fast vibrations that pushed her right to the edge of her peak and the loss of it as her body was denied by the slower teasing pace.

It kept her hot, horny and wanting without actually providing any satisfaction.

Claire lost track of time soon after that. Lost track of everything except the rise and fall of the vibrations. Her pussy was a mess. Hot, tender and sticky, she'd made a pool of arousal and it was now leaking down her legs.

She'd tried to control her moaning, tried to resist like the voice had told her, but that just made it worse. With her body pinned, the only release she had was sound. That or watching herself tremble and shake in the mirror.

It was hard not to. Hard not to stare at herself as she transformed into a degenerate mess right before her own eyes. She wanted to touch herself so badly. To pinch her nipples, tease her clit or fill the needy void within her that the vibrations just couldn't satisfy.

She wanted to cum so badly. Needed the relief from this cycle. She'd tried grinding on it, pushing just the smallest bit downwards as the cycle reached its zenith but the machine had known. Somehow sensing her attempt and moving itself lower to counter her attempt.

"Ohh, fuck, ngghhgawd!" she cried out again as she was denied and the buzzing slowed.

"I want to cum you bastard! Please! Let me cum! Let me cum!"

"YOU MUST RESIST.

"ORGASM WILL RESULT IN PUNISHMENT.

"ORGASM WILL RESULT IN EXPERIMENTATION LEVEL INCREASE."

"I don't care! Oh gawwd, please I need it! I need to cum!" Claire spat back, as her quivering cunt was edged again.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL TWO APPROVED.

"PUNISHMENT WILL BE RENDERED AFTER SUBJECT ORGASM."

Claire barely heard the voice despite its volume. She only cared about the need that was burning her up.

She needed to cum. Her mind was swimming with it. It was all she could think of.

"Oh. Oh gawd, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!" Claire started to chant as the vibrator sped back up, the high speed buzzing pressing against her wet pussy and not stopping.

She was going to get to cum.

The realisation of that fact helped push her over the edge, the sheer relief of it was pleasure all by itself.

It only took seconds. Her overtaxed body greedily taking what it craved.

"Yessss! Oh my gawddnngh! Fuck!" Claire screamed as she finally reached her peak.

Pleasure filled her. It was a storm focused on her cunt. Every nerve and sense overloaded by it. A wave of liquid arousal overflowed from her as she shook and twitched in her trapped position.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL TWO WILL BEGIN.

"PUNISHMENT WILL BE RENDERED."

The high velocity buzzing didn't stop.

"Nnooooo fuck!" Claire cried out as she rolled straight into another orgasm right after the first. The unrelenting pleasure too much for her body to handle.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM EXPERIMENT LEVEL THREE APPROVED.

"PUNISHMENT WILL BE RENDERED AFTER SUBJECT ORGASM."

"No! No! Stop! Please! I can't... nghhh gawd! I can't take anymore! I'm... I'm gonna cum again!" Claire wailed as she did just that.

Claire went rigid, muscles straining against her restraints as her cunt gushed with more arousal. The unrelenting machine forcing a third consecutive climax from her body.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM EXPERIMENT LEVEL FOUR APPROVED.

"PUNISHMENT WILL BE RENDERED AFTER SUBJECT ORGASM."

Claire came again as the words thundered through the box. She was doomed. She couldn't stop herself. The machine just kept pushing her over the edge.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM EXPERIMENT LEVEL FIVE APPROVED.

"PUNISHMENT WILL BE RENDERED AFTER SUBJECT ORGASM.

"PUNISHMENT QUEUE DETECTED.

"EXPERIMENT WILL BE HALTED FOR PUNISHMENT RENDERING."

All at once the machine stopped. The vibrations that were quickly pushing her towards another orgasm went still and the saddle dropped away from between her legs leaving Claire alone and on the edge.

She whined, and fell as limp as her restraints allowed. The desperate sound was halfway between frustration and relief. They had been the most intense orgasms of her life. Better than any lover or herself had ever managed. But to have them forced from her like this, in some sick experiment, it filled her with disgust at herself.

Begging to cum like some whore. She was better than this, she was meant to resist.

The sounds of machinery stirring forced her back to the present and she looked at the mirror for a clue as to what was happening.

At first she could only see herself. Her pale skin now red from exertion, a layer of sweat mixed in with the remnants of the aphrodisiac made it shine even in the low light of her box. Her clit was engorged and angry, peeking out from its hood and her pussy was a mess. Flushed with her arousal, strings of it hung it from her lower lips and coated her thighs. She could already feel the tingling from the aphrodisiac returning now that she wasn't being touched directly and the urge to rub her thighs together was immense.

Then several things happened at once. The roof above her began to shift, numerous panels opening up in the grey metal, but before she could see what exited them the mirror rotated.

Gone was her own spoiled reflection and instead a screen appeared.

Bright green writing began to fill the black background and Claire forced herself to focus on what it was saying.

Subject: Claire Forrester.

Experiment: The Box #1

Time elapsed: 2 hours 3 minutes

Time remaining: 69 hours 57 minutes

Experiment level: Deployed 2 Actual 5

Orgasms: 4

Punishments due: 4

Would you like to view the Punishments before rendering?

Yes / No

Claire's eyes widened as she took the information in. It had only been two hours?

And she was locked in here for three days?

I'm going to lose my mind.

She'd broken and given in to her desires on the lowest setting of this depraved experiment. How was she meant to get through the rest of it?

She was dragged from the bitter thoughts of her future by the screen beginning to flash. The Yes / No option flicking with a small countdown beginning with five appearing under it.

She had to choose. The chance to know her immediate future. Maybe more. Did she really want to know? Did it matter? There was no way for her to escape. The punishments for her orgasms were going to happen anyway.

"No!" Claire said as the timer hit one.

"CONSENT IS NOT REQUIRED."

The loud electronic voice filled the box again and Claire felt only dismay. Of course. It was only an illusion. They did not intend to allow her a choice.

The screen flashed again. Going dark for a few seconds before the green text appeared once more.

Punishment Level One - Aphrodisiac spray will be applied.

Punishment Level Two - Aphrodisiac spray will be applied.

Punishment Level Three - Subjects' collar will be modified.

Punishment Level Four - Subject's breasts will be modified.

Punishment Level Five - Aphrodisiac spray will be applied internally.

Punishment Level Six -???

Punishment Level Seven -???

Punishment Level Eight -???

Claire's eyes sped along the glowing lines, her mind trying to reject what she was reading. More drugs? And inside her? They were going to modify her body? It didn't tell her anything beyond the punishments she had supposedly earned but there was enough that they went off the screen.

Terror set her into motion, thrashing around as best she could, trying to free herself from the restraints.

"No! No! No! You can't do this to me! Let me out! Let me out you fucking psycho!"

The voice didn't answer her. Nor did it dole out more punishment. Silence was her only answer till Claire fell silent herself, her voice hoarse and throat dry.

Then the screen flashed dark, the long list of unrevealed punishments disappearing and the screen spun back into hiding. The mirror was back and Claire stared numbly at her immobile body once more.

"THE EXPERIMENT WILL RESUME AFTER PUNISHMENTS AND PRE-EXISTING LEVELS HAVE BEEN RENDERED AND DEPLOYED.

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL TWO."

Claire closed her eyes in defeat. She knew what was coming with this one. More of the spray that would set her body aflame. Make it beg to be touched and satisfied. She could still feel the last coating on her skin, dulled and weak but not gone.

The nozzles dropped from the ceiling and began dowsing her in more liquid. Claire held back her cries as her body erupted in fiery sensation. She would resist. She would. No matter how much her body begged her for release.

As the spray drizzled out and she heard the click of the nozzles retreating Claire reopened her eyes and took in her reflection. This coating was thicker than the last, rivulets of the stuff ran down her body in thick lines and pools of the stuff sat on the saddle beneath her.

She could feel it buzzing in her veins. A hot fire that she wished she could quench but knew that that would only lead her to damnation.

Her nipples were so hard she thought that they could almost snap off and breasts were once more mountains of heat.

Her abused and only partially recovered pussy was worse. She just wanted something to fuck her, to relieve the unending itch that it had created within her.

As if sensing her desire the machine began to move beneath her. The saddle rose to lodge itself back between her legs and put pressure on her sensitive hole.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL TWO."

Despite the voice announcing it, the resumption of the vibrations between her legs still made Claire jerk in surprise.

"Fuck! Oh god! Stop! Stop! I'm too sensitive!"

The machine, of course, didn't listen. There was no ramping up this time. The hard, fast unyielding vibrations began immediately.

Claire tried to fight it. The sensation of such unyielding attention after being so recently pleasured was on the brink of being painful. But her body wanted it. The aphrodisiac in her system craving the abuse. Lightning rods of pleasure went straight from her crotch to her brain as she could do nothing but moan again and again.

"Fuck! Gonna cum! Gonna cum!" She yelled as her orgasm rapidly approached. The vibrations pressed against and pleasing every part of her pussy that it could touch.

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL THREE."

The voice speaking again ended Claire's pleasure just before she crested the peak and fell. The machine pulling away from her and falling still.

"Uhhh god, fuck, fuck you... I... I was so close," she panted out.

"YOU MUST RESIST."

Claire ignored what could only be a taunt. She tried to think. Her mind was already scrambled again. Pleasure had obliterated thought.

What had level three been again?

An open panel in the roof provided an answer. A mechanical arm dropping into view in the mirror, something clutched in its metallic claws.

"What are you doing? What is that?" she asked fruitlessly as the arm moved towards her head.

Doing her best to duck and weave with her head and get the arm into her sight. It was a fruitless endeavour for Claire and she quickly gave up as the arm matched her every move.

As soon as she went still, the arm moved in on its target. Not her head but her neck. That made Claire remember. They were going to modify the collar that restricted her ability to see and move her head.

With a series of mechanical clicks as the arm darted around her at high speed, Claire was quickly presented with what had been done as the arm retreated.

A solid silver metal band was now woven around the collar. Several centimetres wide it completely encircled the middle part of her throat.

Oh god, what is that gonna do?

Claire knew it wouldn't be long until she had an answer.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL THREE."

As soon as the voice stopped, another mechanical arm appeared from the hole in the ceiling. Claire stared, her gaze glued to it as it moved around inside the box. This time she knew exactly what it was carrying. The shape was too distinctive for it to be anything else.

The metal claw held a dildo.

As if to torment her even further, the arm stopped just in front of her face for a few seconds before dropping down towards the machinery underneath her body. It was more than enough time for her to get a proper look at it.

The same silver as the new metal part of her collar, it was both thinner and shorter than she was expecting from her captors and the machine. Only a few inches long and barely one inch thick. She knew for a fact that she'd had bigger lovers in the past.

Soon enough the arm was rising away and Claire got a quick look at what it had done. The silver dildo had been embedded into the saddle beneath her and pointed straight up at her exposed crotch. Then the machine started again. The hum of its power coming online and then the saddle rose to meet her.

"Oh god, oh fuck. No. No. No. No!" Claire muttered and cried out as the dildo came closer.

She couldn't tear her eyes away from the reflection of it in the mirror, tracking its progress towards her body.

"Nnggg fuck!" Claire couldn't hold back the groan that escaped her body as the tip pressed against her pussy and then slowly began to push inside her.

Hard and unyielding, the metal was cold and provided a weird sort of relief to the aphrodisiac that had infected her body. She felt it push all the way and then stop as the saddle was pushed up against her completely, burying the dildo inside her body.

"Oh fuck," she moaned as the pleasure of the penetration rolled through her sensitive body.

Then the vibrations started again.

Hard and fast, the peak of what they had reached in the first level of the experiment and the same that had quickly pushed her to the edge just minutes ago.

But now the dildo inside her was doing the same. Matching the same rhythm, it began thrumming and shaking inside her. Pressing against her walls and teasing her from the inside.

"Fuck! Fuck! Oh my gawwd, Nnnggh fuck!"

The curses and moans burst from Claire almost immediately. The soft pleasure she had felt from being filled turned hard and fierce as her body was abused by the machine once more.

Resistance was futile. Orgasm was coming for her again already.

She wanted to curl up in a ball, to stop the pleasure. To fling her body around, to find some way to escape. But she was trapped. It was too much, her skin was afire, her mind felt like it was going to melt already. All she could do was scream her release.

"Aaaaah! Fuuuuuck! Pleasss.. acck!"

Claire choked. Her collar suddenly squeezing around her neck. The tight fit becoming dangerously tighter and her eyes bulged as she realised it had taken away her only way to express what she was feeling and it wasn't stopping.

Tighter and tighter and tighter.

Crushing pressure around her neck.

It made her thoughts swim. Pleasure bursting right behind her eyes as the need to breathe increased. The vibrating dildo buried in her pussy felt bigger, the pressure from the rest of the saddle more intense.

She was gonna cum while it choked her. The realisation made her gurgle, the collar suppressing the moan it tried to be.

It should have disgusted her, made her want to fight back. Instead her cunt just clamped down on the dildo harder, her hips rocking as she desperately chased climax.

It wasn't right. It shouldn't feel so good. They shouldn't be able to make her cum like this.

Her vision was going dark. Her pussy was melting. She could feel her juices running down her thighs. She was gonna cum so hard.

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL FOUR."

Everything stopped.

The vibrations. The squeezing pressure on her neck. Her climb to a mind-shattering climax.

The saddle pulled away and left Claire empty and wanting.

Gasping for air as the darkness receded from her sight, Claire had to fight down the urge to scream at her captors. Denied again. Right at the edge of climax. If only she could touch herself, if only they had let her go for a few more seconds she would have been there.

With the fog of deprivation and clouds of lust filling her mind, it took Claire more time then it should have for her to realise that was the point. They were tormenting her on purpose. They weren't going to let her reach orgasm until the experiment had started again properly.

"You... you aren't going to let me cum are you?" she asked the empty box.

"YOU MUST RESIST."

Claire didn't give an answer to that. The command was pointless. She already knew that. Her body was aching with the need for release. As soon as they let her she was going to cum.

She tried to focus. Punishment four. Punishment four.

What was number four?

"MODIFICATION OF SUBJECT WILL BEGIN IN TEN SECONDS."

Modification. The booming mechanical word forced Claire's mind into focus. They were going to change her. Change her body.

"No! I don't want this! Just fuck me! Use me!" Claire cried out despite knowing the machine would not relent.

Robotic arms descended once more and once more they stopped just before her so she could see what they were holding. There were no claws this time. Just a pair of matching syringes, thick and filled with a bright pink liquid, they hovered in front of her face before manoeuvring downward.

Claire watched them in the mirror with terror as they lined themselves up. Her chest. They were aiming for her breasts.

Pain filled Claire as the needles darted forward. Bright and blinding light like the ones that had awoken her filled her vision as sharp metal was buried into her flesh. The syringes unloading their payload directly into the tips of her erect nipples.

As quickly as the pain appeared it was gone, heat and pleasure took over.

"Nghhh oh gawwd! What? What did you do?"

"Fuck!" Claire swore again as the syringes retreated and the heat inside her chest grew.

She bucked against her restraints, her body was screaming at her to do something. That something was wrong.

"Ooooh, ughhh," Claire moaned as the heat kept rising, spreading throughout her breasts and nipples. If something touched them now she'd probably cum from that alone.

Distracted by the sensations, it took her time to notice the change in the mirror. She was getting larger. Specifically her tits. They were expanding. Slowly, they were growing, filling out and getting heavier.

"What the fuck..." she groan-whispered to herself as she watched.

They'd grown about half again as big as they had been by the time the injection stopped working. Giving her a nice cleavage but keeping the same firm form.

She had to grit her teeth as her body shuddered and her mind filled with sensation when it finished. Just the hot air of the box on her new slightly bigger tits was sending waves of soft pleasure to her brain. The trickles of sweat running across them sending sharper, more intense pulses that made her want to moan. Her poor, sensitive nipples were still hard, still aching to be relieved by a warm mouth or hand.

She wanted a break, wanted relief. Wanted to move. Something, anything beyond being stuck and used like a toy.

The box cared little for her desires.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL FOUR."

"No! Please! No more! No more!"

Again, with superior robotic swiftness, the arms descended from above to flash their payloads in front of Claire before they were deployed.

More sex toys.

Tiny little bullet vibrators. The mechanical claws carried a pair each and Claire shook her head in stubborn denial as they stopped just below her chin.

She knew what they were going to do already. Why wouldn't they? They'd just given her new overly sensitive breasts. Of course the next level would be to torment them.

"Ooooh nooo!" Claire moaned in desire and denial as they were attached to her body

Tiny rings were between each bullet, and they slipped over her nipples before viciously tightening, cutting into her sensitive skin.

"Ahhh! Ooooh!" She moaned again as the pain fizzled out and quickly turned to ecstasy.

Somehow, whether it was what they had just pumped into her or the aphrodisiac spray from earlier. They'd jumped another level in sensitivity. Just from the rings alone Claire could feel her nipples trying to harden further and her pussy begin to drool with arousal once more. She was on a hair trigger. It wasn't going to take much to set her off towards an explosive climax.

The sound of moving machinery signalled that she wasn't going to have long to wait. The experiment was starting again.

The saddle started to rise.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," she gasped repeatedly, her constricted breathing coming quick and fast as the anticipation of climax climbed faster then her desire to resist.

"Hnng oh gawwwd!" Claire wailed as the dildo pushed itself back into her body and she felt the first step towards orgasm bloom within her.

The machine started.

The hard, unceasing vibrations of the saddle against her wet slit, the dildo dancing around inside her body. The metal rings around her neck tightening.

Every addition pushing her closer to the brink.

And then lastly the new bullets. Trapped between them, her hard, sensitive nubs were assaulted with the same intense buzzing as her cunt.

"Mmmmpffg! Acck!" Claire choked as she tried to moan.

Oh fuuuuuck!

Her mind screamed while her body couldn't.

Intense didn't even begin to describe the experience. Her breasts were on a direct line to the pleasure centre of her brain. Her pussy foaming with how wet she had become. Her body shaking and rutting about as her muscles danced in uncontrollable spasms.

She could feel it coming, faster and faster, the orgasm building like a tidal wave to wipe everything else away.

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL FIVE."

Noooooooo. No please! Please! I was so close!

"YOU MUST RESIST."

The vibrators stopped their buzzing. The dildo fell still inside her and stopped the rising wave of ecstasy.

Claire wanted to scream at the voice. Anger at being denied once more bubbling in her chest. Only the fact that the collar had not released along with the rest of the devices kept her silent.

The box didn't waste time. The final set of arms descending from the roof. Ready to deliver her final of the built up punishments.

Claire tracked them in the mirror as best she could. Her head was feeling fuzzy. The collar still had not been released.

They were not mechanical this time. Or at least not purely. Both of them trailed clear tubes behind them that disappeared back into the roof. They didn't pause to show her what they were doing, instead disappearing downwards immediately and attaching themselves to ports that had appeared in the box beneath her saddle.

"APHRODISIAC DEPLOYED."

Claire watched helplessly, her newly expanded chest heaving for a breath she couldn't take as bright pink liquid shot down the tubes.

Seconds later she felt its arrival. The dildo buried inside her spewing the liquid into her moist depths.

"Arrrrgghhh!" Claire's muffled scream made it through the grip on her throat as her body reacted to the liquid.

"Nghh, guuuhhhhh, fuuu!"

Heat. Pure undiluted heat filled her pussy, her womb and then everything else. It felt like a bomb had gone off in her core.

She came almost instantly. The denial she had been subjected to was wiped out in a single instant. Girl cum squirting from her body to spray onto the floor.

Claire's mind went blank. The lack of air multiplying the pleasure, the drug continuing to pour into her body until it began leaking out of her.

She came again. Then again. Then again. Her body forced to the peak and never let down as more and more liquid was pumped directly into her hot, tight hole.

She wanted to scream, to thrash. To beg for them to stop. To never let it end. Her mind was coming apart.

It was the collar that saved her.

Or perhaps doomed her.

The lack of air finally taking its toll, her vision going dark as she once more sprayed the floor with her arousal. With a final orgasm, Claire went limp and passed out.

"SUBJECT UNCONSCIOUS.

"EXPERIMENT WILL BE HALTED UNTIL THE SUBJECT HAS AWOKEN.

"ADDITIONAL ORGASMS DETECTED.

"EXPERIMENT LEVELS DEFERRED.

"PUNISHMENTS DEFERRED.

"EXPERIMENT WILL BEGIN AGAIN AT LEVEL FIVE."

Claire didn't hear any of it. The white haired beauty did not stir an inch as the box spoke to her. Did not awaken as the flow of bright pink liquid stopped and the dildo withdrew, a tide of the aphrodisiac following it from her abused body. Nor did she when the collar released its punishing grip and her body took a reflexive breath of hot stale air.

She did not even feel the prick of another syringe as it delivered its degenerate payload directly into her clitoris.

The machine went still. The dim lights going dark.

Claire was left alone, hanging and trapped in the middle of the box.

***

Claire awoke suddenly. Her blue eyes popping open and searching for what had stirred her from the blissful nothingness her mind had escaped to.

"THE EXPERIMENT WILL RESUME IN THIRTY SECONDS.

"YOU MUST RESIST. YOU MUST NOT CUM."

The voice. The thunderous robotic voice. It echoed through her skull and Claire had her answer.

The box. The experiment. Her modified and tormented body. It all came rushing back as wakefulness brought with it reality.

"No! Please no more!" Claire begged helplessly as her head lolled listlessly above the collar.

"I can't. I can't take more of that."

"YOU MUST RESIST."

"Oh fuck you Megatron," Claire swore back at it.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL FIVE WILL BEGIN IN TEN SECONDS.

"NINE.

"EIGHT.

"SEVEN.

"SIX.

"FIVE.

Claire braced herself. They were not going to let her rest. This was her life until she broke or three days had passed. That was the experiment she had been volunteered for.

If she survived this, it was going to become her mission to find that person and hunt them down.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL FIVE WILL BEGIN."

What are they going to do to me?

The question loomed in Claire's mind as she watched the mirror and waited.

The bullet vibes were still attached to her breasts, the rings between them still tight. The saddle had been lowered and she could see the dildo sitting there waiting to find its way back into her slit. Her clit engorged and begging for touch. Her insides were still hot and tender, a desperate ache now present that she couldn't escape.

But there was nothing else. No sign or sound of what this new level of torment would be.

The box was quiet except for her own heavy breathing.

The quiet stretched out and Claire shuffled as best she could in the still firm restraints. Wriggling around, trying to find relief as the need to be touched spread across her body like an itch she couldn't scratch.

Fuck it burns! What did they do to me? Why is it so hot?

Claire kept the questions to herself. Maybe they wouldn't do anything if she kept quiet. Maybe she could just get by without having to deal with any more of their perversion.

But as the time passed, as the box stayed silent, the heat grew.

Claire could feel it creeping under her skin. Running along her nerves, swimming through her veins. The itch. The need. Concentrated in her breasts, in her stiff and encircled nubs. Centred between her legs where she could still feel her arousal leaking from within.

Claire wished she could unclench her fists, wriggle her feet, or even just stretch. Wished she could do something other than feel the sweat roll down her sensitive skin. Something other than try and out-wait a machine. Something. Anything to release the building tension within before she screamed. Still she fought against the urge. Tried to ignore the desire rising in her core.

You can do this. You can do this Claire. Don't give in. Don't give in.

Claire let the chant roll through her thoughts. Over and over. Willing herself to resist. Telling herself that she could hold on.

Five minutes passed by like an eternity. Every second of it was a test of fortitude and control beyond anything Claire had ever endured before.

She could feel her body getting warmer. The aphrodisiac that had been dumped on her and pumped into her continuing its work. Her arousal growing. The need for some sort of stimulation getting harder and harder to ignore.

Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't. Don't.

Another five minutes passed in agonised torment. Claire barely holding on against her own body.

"I can't. Fuuuuuck. Please! I can't! I can't take this!"

The words burst from Claire like a dam breaking. Her voice breaking with shame and desperation.

The box did not reply.

More time passed. Claire shaking and writhing, her slick skin shining in the dim light. Low moans and lingering whimpers flowing from her in an unending chorus.

You have to give in. Ask for something. Beg for something. Tell them anything. You have to make it stop.

Claire broke.

"Aaaaaagh!" her scream tore around the box. Raw and desperate. It was filled with every bit of sheer rage and unfulfilled need that had made itself at home within her heart and mind.

Claire fell limp, her eyes closed. Her ragged, uneven breathing all that she could hear within her box.

Only the collar held her head up, the restraints encasing her limbs providing support. She had nothing left. All she wanted was some relief from the burning desire, the lust that was filling her every thought.

She didn't see or hear the panel slide open in the floor. Nor did she see the robotic arm rise from it. This one was different from any of the ones before it.

It had no mechanical claws or rigid clicking joints. For most of its length it was thin and sinuous, like a silver metal snake. Only at the tip did that change. It was thicker, more bulbous and as it slithered up behind Claire, the end of it opened up to reveal its secrets.

A half-dozen smaller snake-like arms emerged from within, all of them tipped with a different implement of torment.

The first was a small rotating wheel only about an inch in size and it was covered in hard brushy bristles. The next was covered with the same bristles but elongated like a pipe-cleaner. The third had a tip like a paint brush, dripping bright pink liquid. The fourth was shaped more like a nozzle, the small hole leaking with the same bright pink. The final miniature tool was a claw, it held a solid metal ring clasped within its digits.

Wriggling upwards through the air, the metallic tentacle-like cord made its way behind Claire. Hovering in the air, it aimed at a place that had not yet been teased or tormented beyond the excess aphrodisiac that had slid along her skin.

Her ass.

Moving forward, it hung less than a handspan behind her tight curves. The open tip whirred and clicked as the miniature arms within it rotated before one of them locked into place. The sound making Claire stir slightly but she didn't open her eyes.

Vvvvvvrrrrrr!

The high-pitched whine of the machine starting up did awaken her from her stupor.

"Ohhhh! Fuuuuuuuck!" The curse tore from Claire with explosive force as the mechanical arm struck like a viper. The rapidly spinning brush-wheel slipping between her cheeks to press against her asshole.

"Nnnmghhhhaa!" Claire screamed again, words were beyond her as her teased and denied body was finally touched in the most taboo of places.

She couldn't stop herself from shaking, flinging herself around in her restraints as she lost herself to the agonising pleasure.

"Ahhhh! Ughhh! Fuuuuuuck!"

The brushes scratching at her aphrodisiacally enhanced hole at an impossible speed. The harsh spinning strokes tormenting her in a way she had never felt before. Scratching at her, teasing just inside of her tight, sensitive ring and sending her over the edge.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL SIX WILL BEGIN.

"PUNISHMENT WILL BE RENDERED IMMEDIATELY."

The words boomed inside the box and even while losing her mind to the tide of pleasure flooding her senses Claire noticed the difference in the mechanical voice.

Punishment to be rendered immediately. Claire felt despair mix with the ecstasy burning through her. What were they going to do to her now? What else was there possibly to do?

"Ughhh, noooo gawwwd!"

The box answered her unspoken questions while she moaned her way towards another climax.

"Aaaaaaaaahhhh!" Claire screamed as the bullet vibes started again, maxing out their speed immediately and adding to the chorus of ecstasy assaulting her body.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL SEVEN WILL BEGIN.

"PUNISHMENT WILL BE RENDERED IMMEDIATELY."

"No! No! No! Pleaaeee... gawwdffuck!" Claire cried out, bucking against the machine as she came again.

She was only dimly aware that the punishment for her previous orgasm had not even been given and she was cumming again.

Her wide lust-crazed eyes saw the machine move. The saddle beneath her rising up from below and Claire groaned as the dildo pushed back inside her again. Her pussy immediately clamping down around the invader, doing its best to keep it trapped within her body.

The machine kept moving. The small tentacle-like arms behind her moving at speed. The brush moving out of the way for a few seconds so a different arm could push into her almost virginal ass.

Claire groaned and shuddered in shame and desire as her ass was filled for the very first time. The sensation was enough to override everything else she was feeling for just a moment. The nozzle shaped arm delivered its payload and hot liquid splashed against Claire's quivering insides.

Heat bloomed. Pleasure spiked. Claire wailed again as she realized what it was. A stream of aphrodisiac pumped directly into her ass.

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL FIVE RENDERED."

So hot.

It was all Claire managed to think before the machine was doing something else. The brush moving back into position, its hard bristles scratching at her asshole and making her scream in pleasure. The scream died in her throat, becoming a gurgle as a second toy joined.

Another brush. More hard bristles pushing through her tight ring and scratching against her insides, dragging themselves across her flesh before pulling back out.

Again and again. A new unrelenting train of pleasure direct from her ass to her brain.

"Mmmhm, ughhh, ughh, fuck," Claire gasped and groaned.

The dildo inside her began to buzz. There was no slow climb to top speed. Instead it was straight to full power, her hips shaking uncontrollably as her pussy was overwhelmed.

Another hatch opened above her. Another from below. One of the small arms from behind her extended as well, reaching around her body. Claire's eyes flicked back and forth as she tried to watch it all in the mirror. Too much was happening, her mind and body couldn't keep up. Which ones were meant to be the experiment? Which one's punishment?

The small arm that had come from behind, got her attention first. All it carried was a small metal ring but its target between her legs made her thrash in despair and ecstasy.

Her clit.

Is it bigger?

Strong, hard, and so, so sensitive. The ring was placed around it and Claire wailed with the sensation.

"Aaahhhhgawwd noooo!"

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL SIX RENDERED."

As soon as the voice stopped, the new metal ring constricted. Pain. Pleasure. Both of them fighting their way through her body. Her collar joined the action. Squeezing her neck and choking off her cries.

Claire tried to hold her body back. To resist everything being done to her. It was a losing battle in a war she already knew she couldn't win. She couldn't breathe. She could barely think. All she could do was give in to the heat, to accept the pain, the waves of pleasure assaulting her. To resist was impossible.

She looked at herself in the mirror.

Her white hair was streaked even more darkly with sweat, a thick layer covering every exposed inch of skin. Desperate blue eyes swimming with the need to breathe. The constricting collar wrapped tightly around her neck. Buzzing bullet vibes and tight vicious rings on her aching nipples. Another ring around her trapped and tormented clitoris, a nonstop barrage of pleasure and pain shooting from it to her brain. Her cunt barely visible behind the curve of the saddle, lips spread around the dildo that was trying to dig its way to her womb. The wet trails of her arousal that slid down her legs onto the floor.

The image burned itself into her mind. She was nothing more than a doll. A trussed up sex toy in someone's depraved experiment.

As she watched herself struggle, she saw the forgotten trapdoor in the roof reveal its contents. Another mechanical arm, a liquid-filled syringe in its metal grasp.

She tried to struggle, to move in some way that would prevent it from arriving. It was hopeless.

The arm struck, another degenerate payload injected directly into her trapped and exposed bud before it retreated back into the roof.

"Aiiighhhhh!" Claire screamed through her suffocating collar as pain beyond any she had previously known lanced through her body.

A molten tide of heat and pleasure followed it. All other sensation and thought obliterated by the supernova she felt exploding between her thighs.

Claire came.

It was inevitable. Her mind and body overloaded as one. Her lack of control within the box was so utterly complete she could only accept what was going to come.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL EIGHT WILL BEGIN.

"PUNISHMENT WILL BE RENDERED IMMEDIATELY."

Claire's eyes widened as she shook and moaned through her orgasm. They weren't going to stop. They weren't going to let her rest. The collar was not going to let her take a breath. There was only more. More depravity. More pleasure. More torment

They were going to change her. Sculpt her into their perfect whore. She could already feel it. The craving for more pleasure building within her, the anticipation of punishment sending tingles down her spine.

Why fight it? Why not just give in to what they were giving her?

Claire tried to banish the thoughts. But her head was spinning, she was on the verge of passing out again. The pleasure heightened, striking through her mind like lightning with every buzz, pulse and push.

The machine saved her at the last. Right before the blissful peace of unconsciousness claimed her, the collar released. The buzzing toys stopped and the brush removed itself from her ass.

Claire grabbed her chance, automatically gasping desperately for air. The sweet relief almost enough to push her over the edge again.

The box kept moving. The saddle dropping and Claire tried to stop the small whine of disappointment as her pussy was left empty and drooling. Mechanical arms appeared. Both from above and from below. The lower ones attacking the dildo attached to the saddle and removing it with an efficiency only a machine could achieve. Soon it was gone, disappearing into the metal box below the saddle and a new one was in its place. It was the same silver metal, but it had almost doubled in size and length and looked like the type of cock she had seen in her roommates porn.

"No! That's too big!" Claire protested.

"You can't!.... oh fuck!" her words of denial changed to shock as she noticed the arms from above in the mirror.

There were four of them this time. Two of them were the now familiar nozzles and she knew she was going to get sticky with a new coating of aphrodisiac, her body glistening with the pleasure heightening drug.

The other two though held long leather belts. As Claire watched they were draped across the top of her newly enhanced breasts before the arms disappeared below them.

"Oh gawwwd fuck!" Claire cried as the belts suddenly tightened, crushing her highly sensitive tits together.

She could see her skin bulging around the straps as they squeezed, pushing her flesh tighter and tighter together.

"Fuck! Stop! Stop!" Claire cried as the confusing mix of overwhelming pleasure and pain flooded through her.

Not like this. Not like this.

It was no use. Every new level. Every new punishment was another impossible obstacle for her to try and endure.

The nozzles erupted. Warm pink liquid gushing forth to coat her tits and stomach. The usual heat bloomed, the sensitivity of her skin and body ratcheting up a notch.

"I'm gonna fucking cummmmm!" Claire wailed as she did just that.

The bullet vibes joined her crescendo. The buzzing machines strapped to her nipples going into overdrive and sending even more traitorous pleasure thundering through her body.

"Fuuuuuck yessss!"

Claire gave in. There was no pain anymore. She could see her tits bulging beneath the binding. There should have been pain. But there was only pleasure. Waves and waves and waves of it. Unending. Inevitable. She let the tide pull her under. It felt too damn good to resist anymore.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL NINE WILL BEGIN.

"PUNISHMENT WILL BE RENDERED IMMEDIATELY."

Claire didn't care. Why should she? She was never going to escape this cycle. Why not just accept it?

"Fuck me, ughh yes, mmmhmm, fuck, fuck."

Just as she knew it would. The machine kept going. Claire watched it through lust-clouded eyes. A thrill shooting through her, worming its way through the lust inside her.

What were they going to do to her next?

The metal rings answered her unspoken question first. Simultaneously the bands that trapped her neck and clit joined the one around her breasts and started to squeeze once more.

Claire shuddered at the pressure. Her mind hadn't recovered from the last set of choking. It was enough to make her delirious already. Every sense heightened by the lack of oxygen. The supernova of ecstasy detonating between her legs.

"Yes! Oh my fuck yessss!" Claire screamed before the collar became too tight.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL TEN WILL BEGIN.

"PUNISHMENT WITHHELD."

The change in the robotic voice made Claire take notice for just a moment. But it was lost as the machine kept going.

The vibrations on her chest. The choking collar. The squeezing restraints. The saddle moving upwards.

"Aauugh!" Claire grunted through her restricted throat as she watched her cunt spread open and eagerly welcome its new violator.

Her hot, tight tunnel took the new dildo in a single unrelenting movement. Her eyes rolling in her head as her walls clenched and adjusted to its new girth.

The dildo shifted downwards, sinking slowly into the saddle before pausing. For a heartbeat it stayed still. Then it rose. Pushing its way back into Claire's slick and needy folds. Then it repeated. Again and again and again.

"Mmmph!" Claire groaned as it bottomed out inside her. Every inch crammed into her body for a single glorious moment before she was left empty and quivering.

The pleasure was addictive. Delicious. Claire rode it. Embraced it. She couldn't stop herself. She wanted to rock her hips, to drive herself deeper. Harder. Faster.

It took her several minutes to realize the machine had synced up. Every slow thrust inwards was matched to a squeeze of her neck. Even the other restraints had been melded into the pattern. Her tits squeezed, her nipples tormented with hard and fast vibrations every time the saddle filled her with its fake cock.

There was only one difference. On every agonizing retreat, as her pussy cried out to be filled once more, there was the scratching violation of her asshole. One dildo out, one hard bristle covered brush in. It pulled at her sensitive walls, dragged across her hot insides. Forcing her to focus on the pleasure coming from her ass.

It was in this state that Claire finally noticed that something was missing.

The other brush.

The one that had been teasing the ring of her ass. It had stopped. There was only the one scraping and pulling at her insides in tandem with the dildo.

Claire looked in the mirror. She found the sneaky arm just before it struck. The whirring bristles centimetres away from her clit.

"No! No no no!" she managed to choke out in denial just before it struck but there was nothing else she could do.

The brush made contact and immediately started to spin against her trapped and engorged clit.

"Fuuuuuck!" Claire screamed hoarsely as her body was immediately overwhelmed. Ecstasy so pure and sharp it was closer to pain obliterated every other sensation.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL ELEVEN WILL BEGIN.

"PUNISHMENT WITHHELD."

Claire didn't hear it. The booming voice not even registering against the unyielding bristles attacking her clit.

"Fuuuck! Stop! Stop, please! I'm gonnnnna cummmmm!"

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL TWELVE WILL BEGIN.

"PUNISHMENT WITHHELD."

The machine did not relent. It did not listen. Claire didn't care. She couldn't. There was only the fire between her legs. Not even the squeezing of her throat could compare, the desperate struggle for air forgotten as she came apart beneath the brush.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL THIRTEEN WILL BEGIN.

"PUNISHMENT WITHHELD."

The box shifted, walls clicking and mechanical arms deploying for the next stages. Claire somehow not slipping into unconsciousness as her body was used as a toy.

The saddle dildo stopped its rhythm, burying itself deep in her body. Claire didn't register the flow of bright pink fluid once more ran down the tubes into the box beneath her. Her rough screams of pleasure barely changed as liquid heat filled her womb.

Nor did she feel the change behind her as the brush filling her ass was changed out. One thrust in the hard bristles were scraping against her sensitive inner walls.

The next they were being pushed out of the way, spread further as a thick plastic cock just as big as the one attached to her saddle was pushed inside. It too trailing a clear tube that disappeared into the ceiling.

Moments later it too was filled with pink and then Claire finally felt something besides the never ending attack on her clitoris.

Heat. So much heat. Her body was getting hotter, her insides twisting and clenching as more and more aphrodisiac poured into her abused holes.

"APHRODISIAC DEPLOYED."

"Ughhhfuck!" She wailed as more and more things came back into focus.

The rhythmic squeezing of her neck, of her tits. The growing fullness in her cunt and now her ass.

"Please!" She gasped out, she was going to cum again. She could feel it, couldn't stop it.

"Please! Fuuuuck!"

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL FOURTEEN WILL BEGIN.

"PUNISHMENT WITHHELD."

Claire saw this one coming. It was hard not to even in her compromised state. The mechanical arms pausing in front of her to make sure that she did.

It was a mask. Or at least it was half of one, designed to cover the lower half of her face. Black and made of latex or something similar, her eyes locked onto it as she shuddered, groaned and gasped. More specifically she stared at what was attached to the mask. Hanging from the material was a cock. Thick and heavy, complete with fake veins and a big spongey tip it looked bigger than the ones she was currently grinding against. There was no doubt that it would end up lodged in her throat.

Claire's mind rebelled against the idea. She could barely breathe now, how would it feel with that lodged in her mouth.

The machine did not care. Satisfied that Claire had seen it, the arms spun the mask, lining it up with their target. Claire bit her lip, shaking her head in refusal as the tip nudged against them.

"CONSENT IS NOT REQUIRED."

Claire tried to hold on. Her body was screaming at her. She couldn't.

"Ohgggawwduuugkkk!"

As soon as she moaned the machine struck, the mechanical arms shoving the thick dildo between her lips before she could close them again.

Claire's eyes rolled in her head as her mouth was filled by cock, quickly followed by her throat. The swift, hard action not caring for any resistance and Claire came hard, unable to feel anything but pleasure as it was forced open.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL FIFTEEN WILL BEGIN.

"PUNISHMENT WITHHELD."

"Mmmfhph!" Claire squealed around the new invader as she orgasmed again, all three of her holes now filled and eagerly clenching and spasming around fake dick.

The machine wasted no time. The arms attaching the mask to her collar ensuring the deepest possible penetration before retreating.

"YOU MUST RESIST."

Claire gave the voice no thought. It didn't matter how many times it repeated itself, she had already shown that she was incapable of any such resistance. Every new orgasm only brought new torments to endure briefly before they sent her into the next one.

She just wanted relief, needed rest. Something that wasn't the unending pleasure they were feeding her. Her body and mind were teetering on the edge of never being able to recover.

She was so full, could still feel the aphrodisiac pouring into her pussy and ass through the dildos that were spreading her open faster than it was leaking out of her.

The brush on her clit hadn't stopped, it was still sending mind-altering waves of pleasure straight through her core.

Her tits were small mountains of aching vibrations. The bullets and rings not giving an inch of respite to her abused nipples.

And then there was the collar and now a gag. Every breath was a battle as the collar squeezed around her neck with every pulse of the toys. The thick toy stretching her throat just made every squeeze an experience in sublime suffocation. It made her head swim, her senses simultaneously fluttering on the edge of consciousness while being more acute than ever.

Claire looked at the mirror. She couldn't tell how long it had been since she could focus enough to remember it was there. To her shame, the sight of herself only turned her on more, a few whimpers escaping from the edges of her new mouth-filling gag.

She looked like a deviant, a sex slave in the making. Which a fleeting thought managed to tell her before it was lost beneath another wave of pleasure was probably the point.

The mask hid half her face, leaving only wild and desperate eyes that were swimming with the overwhelming sensations she could not resist.

Her white hair was damp and stuck to her scalp, the skin she could see was slick and shiny, the multiple layers of spray still making her glint in the low light. Her own arousal leaving trails through it down her thighs and onto the floor.

Her tits, firm and proud on her chest, her clit; what she could see of it past the spinning bristles was bigger than she had ever seen it, wildly engorged and throbbing with need.

It was only because Claire was focused on the mirror that she saw the machine moving. A plethora of mechanical arms descending from shifting panels behind her as the fifteenth level of the experiment made itself known.

Her eyes widened and for the first time in a long time, fear became the dominant emotion in her mind. The orgasm she had been riding the crest of disappearing instantly.

Every arm she could see was armed with some sort of device, needles, clamps and more she could not recognize.

A final arm descended from almost directly above her head, the other half of the mask in its claws and Claire screamed in denial, shaking and rocking as she tried to fight.

"Nuh! Nu! Ughhh!"

A blindfold enveloped her, hiding away the box, the arms reaching for her and leaving her in darkness.

Almost immediately the box went into overdrive around her and Claire's brief resistance was destroyed by pure and diluted ecstasy.

The bullets on her nipples found a new level of intensity and began sending sharp bolts of pleasure straight up her spine. The collar around her throat squeezing so tight she could feel it crushing against the dildo in her throat. The other two dildos had gone into a frenzy, driving themselves faster and faster into her body until she could hear her cunt squelching and her ass squirting aphrodisiac every wet thrust.

The brush on her clit is what undid her. It too found a new level, the hard bristles digging in and scratching her sensitive bud. Raw and hard, the pain of it blurring into ecstasy as it thundered through her core and into her mind.

"Nuu! Ughhh! Fghhh!" Claire couldn't hold back, her moans and squeals forcing themselves past the gag in her throat.

She couldn't breathe, couldn't see, couldn't resist. All that existed was the pleasure that was being forced into her body.

"Augghhuiihh!" Claire screamed, long and hard as her body went rigid. Every nerve screaming as one as an orgasm hit like an unstoppable tide.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL SIXTEEN APPROVED.

"PUNISHMENT QUEUE DETECTED.

"EXPERIMENT WILL BE HALTED FOR PUNISHMENT RENDERING."

Her climax had been too long, too strong and starved of precious air, unconsciousness had claimed her finally. Because of this Claire didn't hear the voice. Didn't feel the first of the injections or the machines removing themselves from her body as new ones replaced them.

She didn't see the change begin as the depraved, dark truth of the box's experiment was unleashed upon her helpless form.

***

"SUBJECT WILL ACKNOWLEDGE THE SCREEN OR PUNISHMENTS WILL INCREASE.

"SUBJECT WILL ACKNOWLEDGE THE SCREEN OR PUNISHMENTS WILL INCREASE."

The box was screaming in its loud monotone when Claire dragged herself back to consciousness. It wasn't a long process with how loud the voice was in the box. Shaking off any drowsiness, Claire ignored the voice for a second and tried to take stock of her situation. She tugged on her limbs, not surprised to find them completely unable to move.

Taking a quick look around she could see they were still embedded in the padded restraints that spread her wide like a star. What surprised her though was how clear her thoughts were, how clean she felt, how empty.

None of the paraphernalia that had tormented her before still existed. Not the mask, not the collar, not the dildos, not the rings around her nipples and clit. Nothing except the saddle and box beneath her legs.

"SUBJECT WILL ACKNOWLEDGE THE SCREEN OR PUNISHMENTS WILL INCREASE.

"THREE.

"TWO.

"ONE."

"Ok! Ok!" Claire yelled into the empty room as the voice interrupted her thoughts before she could go any further.

Looking forward, Claire did as instructed and looked at the screen that stood where the mirror had been. Like before it was covered in text.

Subject: Claire Forrester

Experiment: The Box #1

Time elapsed: 24 hours 7 minutes

Time remaining: 47 hours 53 minutes

Experiment level: Deployed 15 Actual 16

Orgasms: 20

Punishments due: 7

Modifications made: 2

Would you like to view the Punishments before rendering?

Yes / No

Claire read her way through it quickly. Most of it was the same, only the numbers were higher.

I really did fail to resist any of it.

That was the first thought through her head. But it wasn't the only one.

Seven punishments? Claire shuddered at that one as she remembered how easy they had made her lose control before.

More concerning however was the new additions.

Modifications made? What had they done?

Claire didn't hold back from asking.

"What did you do to me? What have you done?" she yelled at the empty room.

The screen flashed and the voice boomed back at her.

"CONSENT IS NOT REQUIRED."

"Fuck you! Fuck you, you fucking asshole!" Claire screamed back before she read the screen.

Modifications to subject Claire Forrester: Breast and Nipple Sensitivity Increased.

Futanari Enhancement.

"Futanari enhancement? What?" Claire muttered, the term sounded familiar and she tried to place it.

It didn't take long for her racing thoughts to get there. Her roommate back at college. Eden had not been ashamed of her love of hentai and anything smut related. Futanari had been one of her favourites and had talked about it at length.

She had a cock!

Claire looked down in terror and then in confusion. There was nothing there. But the screen said they'd changed her.

She looked back up again and the screen flashed and changed.

Experiment time will be reduced by 12 hours due to modification.

Futanari Enhancement modification will become active before punishment is deployed.

The brief relief Claire had felt when she had seen nothing additional between her legs disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. The box could activate it as it desired and it was going to soon.

The screen flashed a final time, returning to a previous entry and a line she knew well.

Would you like to view the Punishments before rendering?

Yes / No

"Sure, why not. It's not like you care what I say anyway," Claire scoffed at the machine.

The green text of the Yes flashed at her for a few seconds before the screen went dark and another one filled with text appeared.

The contents made Claire wish she had at least tried to say no. Her pale skin went paler as the fore knowledge of what she was about to experience sank in.

Punishment Level Ten - Application of aphrodisiac

Punishment Level Eleven - Increase in anal sex toy size

Punishment Level Twelve - Internal application of aphrodisiac

Punishment Level Thirteen - Extreme external stimuli will be applied to subjects modifications

Punishment Level Fourteen - Increase in anal sex toy size

Punishment Level Fifteen - Internal application of aphrodisiac to subjects modification

Punishment Level Sixteen - Increase in sex toy size

Punishment Level Seventeen -???

Punishment Level Eighteen -???

Like before the later punishments were hidden from her, terrors to lurk in the corners of her mind. Claire tried to think. Where had the punishments stopped before? Where was she up to?

I came 20 times. That means I'm at least that far.

Claire read the list again and fear filled her heart.

"Please. Please just let me go. I don't want this, you don't need to do this," she begged.

"THE EXPERIMENT WILL RESUME IN THIRTY SECONDS.

"YOU MUST RESIST. YOU MUST NOT CUM.

"ALL PUNISHMENTS WILL BE RENDERED BEFORE THE EXPERIMENT BEGINS."

"Fuck you! Fuck you!" Claire screamed, her voice going hoarse with the passion of her anger.

The box did not reply and Claire fell silent. There was nothing else she could do. She was trapped, a slave to the whims of a box and whatever madness had created it.

"FIVE.

"FOUR.

"THREE.

"TWO.

"ONE."

The voice ended its countdown and Claire waited for it to begin.

It didn't take long.

Mere seconds after the box had fallen silent once more Claire felt it. A burning, an itch. Fire, pain and ecstasy. All of those things and more. Centred right between her legs.

I don't want a cock!

The thought was quick and just as quickly left behind as her modification revealed itself.

"Ohhh fuck! Arrgggh! Make it stop!" Claire cried and wailed as the sensations built.

Seconds dragged into minutes, minutes into eternity as fire erupted through every nerve. Then all of a sudden it was done and Claire opened her eyes. She hadn't even realised she'd closed them in her efforts to escape what she could not.

The screen was gone when she did.

The mirror returned to its rightful place and that's where Claire saw it first.

Her cock.

It sprouted from her body where her clit had been, the new thick member spreading her pussy lips obscenely so she could see her own wetness easily.

If it hadn't been attached to her, Claire would've thought it was a nice dick. It was long, easily nine inches and it was thick with a subtle curve so that the spongy tip was almost pointed directly upwards. It was already drooling, clear liquid leaking from the hole at the end and running back down its length.

Then came the ache. An ache so intense and shocking it made her want to double over. It was a need. A deep need, right in the pit of her stomach.

Her cock wanted attention. Needed it.

"Ohh gawwd," Claire moaned, shaking her arms against her restraints uselessly. Barely a minute in and she wanted to touch it.

Where was the horror? Where was the disgust? Had they ruined her so much already that all she wanted was pleasure?

Claire couldn't answer her own questions. Didn't want to answer them, not when there were more immediate issues.

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL TEN."

On cue, the hard mechanical voice filled the box and Claire waited for the depravity to start once more.

She watched as a pair of mechanical arms descended from the now familiar holes in the ceiling. Watched as they hovered in front of her face ensuring that she could see what they held. Brushes one at the end of either arm, they weren't hard and rough like the ones used to torment her before but fine and soft-looking. Both were coated heavily in the pink fluid she was now intimately acquainted with. The arms descended further, positioning themselves above and below her new dick.

"Nononono please," Claire whimpered.

The arms moved, soft bristles landing at the base of her cock and began to stroke. Slowly, carefully they moved from base to tip, bathing the shaft in aphrodisiac.

"Holy fuckkkk!" It was all Claire could say as she felt the first touch on her new dick.

She thought her body had been sensitive before but it had nothing on what she felt now. The soft, slow strokes of the brush were divine. It was like she could feel every individual strand as they traced their way along her flesh. Every one of them sending bolts of pleasure down her length, making her pussy spasm with need before going straight up her spine with a shiver.

Then the aphrodisiac kicked in.

Claire had forgotten how it felt. Her body had been used to the concoction by the end of the last session. Just another sensation amongst a sea of others.

"Uhhhhhghfuck!" Claire screamed as fire filled her veins, her mind, everything was consumed by the infernal liquid as it soaked her new cock.

It felt like it was getting harder, the flow of precum leaking from the tip increasing, the need to touch it was maddening.

The brushes reset, moving away from her cock only to move back to the base and start again. Slowly, teasingly making their way to the tip, coating her cock as they went.

"Fuuuck, fuck, ohhh gawd," Claire gasped as she was teased. She couldn't help but rock her hips, the need to stimulate her dick growing rapidly.

The brushes reached the tip, tickling the sensitive crown and making Claire's insides twist as she felt a new pressure slowly begin low in her belly.

The process began again.

Up then back to the base. Up then back. Up then back. Every pass a torment of slowly built arousal and fiery need designed to drive her to madness.

It was working. With every cycle, Claire could feel that new pressure growing, knew that it was an orgasm unlike she had ever had before building within her body. She could feel the aphrodisiac soaking into the cock she had been given making it harder and harder, so much so that it started to hurt. Even the stale air of the box against her skin was making it throb.

Her breathing was ragged, a constant stream of mewling whimpers and sharp gasps filling the box when it finally ended. The machine somehow knowing she was on the edge.

"No!" The desperate cry slipped out before Claire could stop it. She needed to cum. Could feel it slipping away and being replaced by the awful burning need of the aphrodisiac.

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL 10 RENDERED."

The brushes withdrew, hanging in the air above and below her shaft and Claire slumped in her restraints, staring forlornly into the mirror. Her cock was red and angry, visibly throbbing from the attention it had received. She rattled against the grip on her limbs, she'd been so close.

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL ELEVEN."

Claire watched the mirror and waited for the box to reveal the next step on the path into her own perverse hell. Part of her wanted it. For her to just admit defeat and let them consume her mind, body and soul. She'd surrendered to the pleasure so many times already what was the point in trying now.

No answer came from the box. Just the next instrument of her fall, and it came from behind her. A portion of the wall shifting to reveal a new mechanical contraption.

"Nonononono!" Claire shook her head in refusal, the rapid denial spilling from her lips a direct contradiction to what her body and thoughts wanted.

It was a cock. A big, veiny, thick plastic cock. Far bigger than the other toys she had experienced earlier. It was already vibrating wildly, its length twisting and shifting in erratic patterns as the mechanical arm bearing it held it up for her to see. A pallid, fleshy colour the toy looked almost like a replica of the cock now jutting from her groin, except the tip was blessed with a fat hole, more of the cursed pink liquid drooling from it and a long clear tube was attached at the bottom before disappearing back through the wall.

Claire watched the mechanical arm as it lowered the toy and began moving towards its goal. She hadn't forgotten the list of punishments. Or at least not all of them.

The machine was going to put it in her ass.

"Please," she tried to reason with the machine, "that's too big, you're going to break me."

The arms kept moving, the box not responding to her pleas. They just lined up, preparing to invade her body once more.

"Please!" Claire tried again. Something like that inside her while dealing with her new member. She knew that she wouldn't be able to resist. Her mind would break.

"Stoopuuuughhfuuuck!" Claire's cry of denial turned into a curse as the toy pushed forward. The box striking with perfect efficiency and pressing the cock against her tight hole despite the wild gyrations.

"Ohhh gawd!" Claire groaned, her eyes rolling in her head as the fat head of the fake cock was pushed straight into her body and she felt the toy go wild against her walls.

It didn't stop there.

With unrelenting pressure, Claire felt her ring spread and then her asshole filled with inch after hard inch of the toy. Her cock throbbed, and bounced as she rocked her hips, trying to pull away from the thrashing dildo.

It was heaven. It was hell. Her mind rebelling against the size while her body greedily took it all. Bolts of ecstasy zapping at her mind as it pressed against her insides.

"Oh fuck! Please! Stop! Stop! I can't!" Claire begged as the toy kept going.

She was already so full, the toy stretching her, pushing deeper than ever before, hitting so many different spots as it vibrated within her.

"Mmmphf!" Claire bit down on her lip to stop from screaming when the toy finally bottomed out, the base of it pressing against her taut and sensitive hole.

So deep. Gonna cum so hard.

The thought blazed across her mind. It was true. She could feel it. She knew the signs. Her pussy was leaking again, arousal dripping onto the saddle beneath her body. Her ass was an inferno. Heat and pleasure flooding every nerve as the toy danced and bucked against her clenching muscles. It felt like it was tap-dancing on the base of her cock. The new pressure she'd felt before rapidly returning and growing with a vengeance.

"Oh fuuuck yes! Fuck!" Claire couldn't hold back any longer.

As soon as she spoke, the box stopped, the toy lodging itself completely in her ass before going still. The rising crescendo of Claire's orgasm stopping with it.

"No fuck you!" Claire cursed as she was denied again.

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL ELEVEN RENDERED."

Claire shook her head in frustration.

Why wouldn't they just let her cum? Isn't that what they wanted? Wasn't the whole point to break her?

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL TWELVE.

"YOU MUST RESIST. YOU MUST NOT CUM."

"Just get it over with!" Claire yelled at the blank walls and empty air, "give it to me! Fucking give it to me you fucking bastards!"

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL THIRTEEN.

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL FOURTEEN.

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL FIFTEEN.

"PUNISHMENT LEVEL SIXTEEN."

Claire winced and shrunk back as the mechanical voice boomed in response to her outburst. The announcements were coming so fast they were almost overlapping.

"Nonononono!" Claire tried to backtrack, shaking in denial, her head swivelling left and right as she tried to track all the movement that had sprung up around her.

Panels were sliding open and shut, mechanical arms and devices appearing from all sides as the box went to work.

"Ugghh fuck!" she groaned, eyes rolling back in her head as the toy in her ass was withdrawn just as abruptly as it had been pushed in.

When they reopened, there was a parade of depravity waiting for her, the box making sure she saw what she had asked for.

Needles dripping with aphrodisiac, a pair of dildos even bigger than the one that had just been in her ass. They looked as thick as her arm and just as long, clear tubes ran from their bases and Claire knew that soon her insides would be full of the potent liquid.

That wasn't the one that really concerned her though. There was something new, something terrifying that she couldn't even imagine how it would feel on her changed and twisted body.

The only word that came to mind when she looked at it was taser. There were three of them hanging in the air before her.

Tiny arcs of electricity jumping between their little jagged metal teeth.

"No!" Claire screamed in refusal, all other concerns and feelings forgotten as she tried to tear herself free.

It was a pointless attempt. The thick restraints not budging an inch despite her almost violent attempts to wrench free.

"No! Let me out! Let me out!

"Fuck you! You fucking sick assholes!"

Maybe it was a small mercy or perhaps whoever was out there simply thought it amusing. But the box and its devices did not move until Claire could no longer give voice to her rage.

"Please... please no! You can't... you can't..." Claire sobbed as she fell limp against the frame holding her.

"CONSENT IS NOT REQUIRED."

Claire just tried to stifle more sobs and ignore them as the robotic arms went to work. The fight in her had been broken. It didn't matter what she did. The result was going to be the same. She was going to cum and beg and moan until there was nothing else left in her mind but the hungry need for more.

It began with the needles, four of them, their sharp points gleaming in the light. All of them moving in concert, they lined up with their targets. One on each breast and one to either side of her cock.

"Fuck, uuughh! Ooooh shit!" Claire wailed as they struck as one, piercing her nipples and shaft. Injecting liquid fire directly into her body.

The aphrodisiac burned through her body. Molten hot, it seared away all other thought in seconds.

"Ugh, ohhh, oh fuuuuck!"

Her nipples getting harder, tits bouncing as Claire arched her back in agony and ecstasy. The ones in her new dick were worse. It flexed and pulsed as the drug poured in. The already hard as steel like rigidity growing firmer, the accompanying need for relief growing as well.

Then came the toys. The robotic arms maneuvering them into place. One attached to the saddle below her before it began to rise.

"Yess," Claire couldn't stop herself from grinding against it as she felt the tip press against her wet folds.

Anything to sate the burning she felt within her.

The toy paused there, only the tip gently spreading her open, arousal leaking from her hole and down its shaft.

"Noougghfuckyes!" Claire's budding protest at the stoppage turned into a moan when she felt the second dildo.

Her abused asshole spreading greedily to accept it within what should have been her most taboo hole. It too stopped when its fat tip was buried just deep enough inside her to stretch her ass wide and torment her with the lack of proper fulfillment.

"Fuck, please! Don't stop there! I need it! I need it!" Claire begged, throwing off her shame and chasing the euphoria she was being denied. There was no point not to anymore. They had her. They weren't going to stop until she was broken and begging. She would give them what they truly wanted from this twisted experiment.

"YOU MUST RESIST."

Of course the box did not give her what she wanted. Giving in could not be so easy. They wanted to truly break her, not just have her beg for release.

The tasers moved. Claire barely registered them anymore now that she was battling against the intoxicating haze of the aphrodisiac in her mind and body. It wasn't until she felt the sharp bite of the metal against the skin of her breasts and the sensitive underside of her cocks tip did Claire realize what was about to happen.

The electricity ignited.

The dildos thrust home, pushing themselves deep before activating. Her ass and pussy completely stuffed, the unyielding toys stretching her further, deeper than she had ever thought possible. It felt like they were halfway up her body. Then they started. Hard, unrelenting vibrations detonating inside Claire's spasming body in sync with her first taste of the sharp spark of the tasers.

"Aaaaaghhhhhhh!" Claire screamed, the sound filling the box and echoing again and again

She thought the aphrodisiac had been fire and agony made into something irresistible. It was nothing. A mere stop on her trip into depravity.

It lasted only seconds but it felt like eternity. Pain melding into pleasure, her body burning, melting with it. Her cunt and ass spasming around the writhing toys. Her hot, clinging walls trying to milk them for a load that would never arrive.

Claire couldn't hold it back. Couldn't stop it from happening. She felt so full, her cock raging hard, the pressure building and building. The power coursing through her forcing it from her body.

The shock stopped. It didn't matter. She came. Hard.

"Fuuuuuuck!" Claire's scream was long and loud, a venting of all that she was experiencing.

Rope after rope after rope of thick, white cum erupting from her cock as it flexed and shook with her body. More came from her cunt, liquid arousal squirting from her as she orgasmed uncontrollably. Even her tits started leaking, another modification she hadn't even known about.

It didn't take long before fluids coated her stomach, her tits and splattered across the saddle and floor.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM. EXPERIMENT WILL RECOMMENCE IN TEN SECONDS.

"TEN.

"NINE.

"EIGHT.

"SEVEN.

"SIX.

"FIVE."

Claire didn't react, her head just lolled against her shoulder. All conscious thought had been blasted from her mind. There was only a haze of euphoria, the burning need sated for at least a moment.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL SIXTEEN."

This time the booming voice made Claire stir, clarity returning to her mind.

"Ohh, uhh, fuck," she moaned as feeling returned along with thought. Everything was so hot. Her skin, her insides, her mind, feeling skittering across them all like the wind. It was so hard to focus.

The box didn't care. It kept on moving. A new level of its torment to enforce upon her. The long clear tubes attached to the dildos quickly filling with aphrodisiac and delivering their payload into Claire's quivering holes.

Feeling the liquid splash deep in her body against her inner walls, Claire started moaning again.

"Ughh, ohhh, oh oh oh!"

The liquid kept pumping.

Claire could feel it filling her, making her mind fizz and spin as the potent drug worked its depraved magic on her body. She looked in the mirror and moaned again at what she saw.

Her stomach was swelling, the sheer amount of aphrodisiac being pumped into her now distending her belly.

Claire opened her mouth to beg. For mercy or more, she didn't get to decide.

The box started again. The dildos pulling back before thrusting home again, vibrating wildly as they went. Thick squirts of aphrodisiac shooting from her body as they did only to be replaced by more. A second later the shocks started again.

"Fuuuuuck! Ohhh gawwwd fuuuck me!" Claire wailed as the machine did just that.

She bucked and twisted, the shocks burning through her veins, bubbling and steaming. Melting all other thought as it did. She couldn't speak, couldn't see, her vision white with ecstasy as they overwrote her brain. It was too much, Claire couldn't stop herself, her cock a lightning rod of bliss, her ass and pussy pits of pure pleasure.

She came again as her body was overwhelmed, cum shooting from her cock to coat her body and floor. Tits leaking and her cunt spasming around the fake cock buried almost to her womb.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL SEVENTEEN APPROVED."

More metal appeared. New appendages and devices unfolding from their hidden compartments in the walls.

Claire didn't notice them. The box had not relented.

The shocks were now pulsing into her body every few seconds. Every burst overloading her senses. There was nothing but the inferno. The heat, the lust, the need for more. That's all there was.

Claire came again and she could feel another one right on its heels, bigger than the one before it.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL EIGHTEEN APPROVED."

A tube enveloped her dick, a snug, airtight seal schlocking into place right at the base just in time.

Claire came again, cum painting the tube white.

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL NINETEEN APPROVED."

There was no downtime now. The box was not going to relent. Not that Claire could tell.

She was drowning in pleasure. Her mind and body adrift on a sea of ecstasy she had never imagined possible.

The dildos hadn't stopped, the flow of aphrodisiac into her ass and womb was unabated. Now her hypersensitive cock was being milked. Warm, velvety rings were travelling its length inside the tube. Her own cum lubing the way. She didn't see the rest of it sucked away and stored beneath her in the box under the saddle.

"Fuuuuck me! Yes! Fuck me! Ohhh! Ohhh fuuuck!"

"SUBJECT CLAIRE FORRESTER HAS ACHIEVED ORGASM.

"EXPERIMENT LEVEL TWENTY APPROVED."

Claire didn't know it, but they were the last words she would say out loud. Her own cries of pleasure, her surrender ringing out as the box pronounced her doom.

Claire didn't see it coming, she did not care. Her new mask dropping from the ceiling above her as she bucked and rolled her hips against the toys buzzing so deliciously inside her.

Claire didn't fight it as mechanical arms pulled it over her head, she only moaned as the sensation of black latex covering her face triggered more waves of ecstasy. The mask had no holes for her to see, nor were there ones for her ears. Instead only small ones at the nose for her to desperately gasp for air and a larger one over her lips. Claire was cut off from the world.

It only made her cum harder. Her cock spewing another massive load into the waiting tube. Her cunt squeezing around the plastic cock pounding into her body.

The box didn't even bother to announce it. It knew that Claire was done. She had failed to resist. There was only the final touches to go now.

Another long tube, just like the ones attached to the dildos already plundering her hot, wet holes, was attached to the box beneath her saddle. The other end making its way towards her mask.

It was stuck to a final dildo. A replica of her brand new dick. The arms guiding it to the waiting hole in the latex.

"Ughhh! Glluk! Fkk!" Claire gurgled and shook as it pressed between her lips, then unrelentingly into her throat.

She came again. The pressure in her throat was enough to tip her over the edge even before the next bout of shocks did it for her.

That triggered the final step, the last piece of Claire's never-ending loop of lust. A reservoir of her own cum was unleashed, flooding the tube and pouring through the mask.

Claire swallowed eagerly as her own hot, thick cum pasted the inside of her throat. Guzzling it down, groaning as her already full body stretched just a little bit more.

That was her process. That was her fate. Bound in the middle of the box. Every hole filled, her body changed and overwhelmed. What should have been pain turned to pleasure and used to make her cum over and over again. Every orgasm funnelled back into her own body to make her crave it even more.

Claire didn't care. Claire Forrester was gone.

There was only the need. There was only the pleasure.

There was only The Box.

The End.