Mistress X 11: The Chair

Mistress X 11: The Chair

Note to readers: This short story is not part of any series, like all my Mistress X stories, it stands alone. This story follows the characters and setting of the prior 10, but they are not required reading. This 10th story, simply builds upon the world of Alexis Xavier, aka., Professional Dominatrix Mistress X.

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The Chair never failed to deliver an extreme and sometimes, life altering, experience. Whether configured to simulate an extreme military interrogation, or a simple, and fun, orgasm tease and denial session, it was quickly becoming a favorite in Mistress X's professional domination business, Red Room Studio.

The adaptability of The Chair and, in fact, the entire room were what made the experience so exciting --unpredictable. Autonomous, and controlled by AI, it only needed to be assigned a task; a goal, to follow with engineered precision and clinical accuracy. With minimal guide rails and no emotional human at the controls it was nothing short of remarkable.

Humans falter, their natural need to stop and think, causing hesitation. Not so, The Chair. Once it was programmed with its objective, and given it parameters, nothing would prevent it from achieving its goal. This is the collected stories of... The Chair.

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Part I: Automated Gynecological Exam

Elizabeth's sex life with her husband, Tom, had improved tenfold, six months prior, after she had a session with Mistress X as she portrayed a sexually dominant gynecologist. The experience had removed inhibitions that changed the way Elizabeth approached sex with Tom, and their marriage had strengthened. Even so, her sexual appetite had begun to outpace that of her husband.

It was 8:30AM and she had just gotten her kids on the school bus. She sat down with coffee, to enjoy her daily quiet time, before she began the work of being a busy homemaker. At that very moment she realized she was horny. Her and Tom hadn't had sex for days.

That desire resulted in her return to the website of Red Room Studio. She was considering booking another session with Alexis Xavier. She wanted to experience, once again, the prolonged sexual longing of being restrained and sexually teased and controlled. She browsed to the website on her phone. There was a small animated graphic that caught her attention. Each piece of text flowed under photos of a unique chair.

Introducing the latest addition to Red Room Studio: The Chair

Elizabeth looked at the picture entitled, The Chair. It appeared to be some type of medical chair like you'd see in a dentist office or a medical procedure room. It was large and appeared very solid but it was not particularly menacing or, for that matter, even interesting. The text changed:

The Chair is the first of its kind; an autonomous, AI controlled session orchestrator. Perhaps you are interested in a prolonged tease and denial session? Would you like it to include CBT? No problem, simply check that box when you configure your own session online.

She looked again at the chair. She wondered how it worked. How could something so innocuous, even boring, be better than Mistress X herself? The text updated again and caught her attention:

Are you female? Perhaps you'd enjoy an autonomous gynecological exam, or maybe simply a gyno domination session. Simply configure the session to your liking. Contact us today. We offer discounts for repeat clients.

Elizabeth's heart fluttered. Now she was intrigued. She took a deep breath and said out loud to herself, "Oh, who am I kidding? I want this." She trusted Alexis Xavier and her staff at Red Room Studio. Once she used her credit card to schedule and pay for her session she received a private link to the configuration portal of The Chair. She read the disclaimer:

Please read and accept the disclaimer by checking the box at the bottom. The Chair may use wired and/or wireless biometric sensors, temperature and optical sensors. Sensors may be applied to your body, externally or internally. The Chair uses parametric sensors to quantify your body's condition, in real time, to facilitate the configured session. It may also use video and/or machine vision cameras. No audio or video of your session will be retained unless you choose it to be.

She took a deep breath and ticked the box to acknowledge her acceptance of the disclaimer. The page scrolled to:

CONFIGURE YOUR PERSONAL SESSION

[Automated Gyno Domination Session]

[Two Hour Duration]

The overall session type and duration were preselected and could not be changed. She scanned down the page:

[Audio-Video Recording]

Your session can be saved in a digital format for you to download later. Please select one:

-Record Audio and Video

-Record Audio Only

-Record Video Only

-No Recording

She read the list and said to herself, "Well that's a no-brainer; no recording thank you."

The page automatically scrolled to the next setting:

[Demeanor of Chair]

How do you want to be treated during your session? Please select one:

-Warm and Caring

-Cold and Distant

-Direct and Demanding

-Dominant and Manipulative

-Cruel and Sadistic

She read the list and whispered to herself, "Holy crap, Cruel and Sadistic? A damn chair?"

She thought for a moment. She really liked her gynecological session with Alexis as she portrayed a sexually dominant gynecologist. She reasoned, that was why she had returned to the Red Room Studio website. Her hand trembled as she clicked, 'Dominant and Manipulative'.

The page automatically scrolled to the next setting:

[Pain Limits]

Do you find that pain enhances your pleasure? This is where you define the maximum amount of pain the chair will apply. Of course, pain is subjective, but the chair uses its biometric sensors for live feedback so it can achieve consistent levels for you as an individual. Please choose a number from 1 to 10 to establish your session pain level; with 1 being like a mild pinch and 10 being like a severe slash across the buttocks with a cane.

Again Elizabeth took a deep breath. She remembered how Alexis had used an electric, conductive TENS probe in her vagina and an inflatable plug in her rectum to apply discomfort. She knew the pain was partially responsible for the pleasure she felt that day. Her stomach fluttered as she chose pain level 7.

Again the page scrolled, this time to:

[Session Culmination-Female]

Please choose how you would like your session in The Chair to end:

-Orgasm Denied

-Single Orgasm

-Multiple Orgasms Stop On Request

-Multiple Orgasms Only Stop At Session End

-Orgasm Random [System Choice]

She read out loud to herself, "Multiple orgasms... only stop at session end... holy fuck. That sounds so hot." She looked out the window and thought for a moment, then she smiled and said quietly to herself, "Oh, what the hell." She chose the multiple orgasm option, without stopping until the end of the session. She felt her nipples firm at the thought of it. She was only three days from an exciting, secret session in The Chair.

Finally, the configuration portal page scrolled to the end. It said, "To finalize your configuration, please enter the 'Safe-Word' which is the only word which will stop the session early*". She noted the asterisk and looked to the bottom of the page to read the footnote. "If you voluntarily end the session early, via use of the 'Safe-Word' it will end immediately. There will be no refund of your session fee.

She said to herself, "I guess that makes sense, just like a real session but the worst part would be giving up my orgasm." She typed the safe-word in the dialog box: MERCY

The form faded to black and a message appeared, "Thank you for configuring your session in The Chair. We will see you at the appointed location in:

T Minus: 69 Hours, 52 Minutes, 48 Seconds."

It was a live countdown to her session, three days later. She suddenly realized her panties were wet. She smiled and looked to the pile of dirty dishes from breakfast. It was time to get back to her 'normal life' but she was definitely looking forward to, The Chair.

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At the appointed time, Elizabeth arrived at the secret location of The Chair. It was not at Red Room Studio, it was miles away in a discreet, nondescript industrial park. Following Pixie's

instructions, she parked in the designated area and entered the door labelled RRS, for 'Red Room Studio'.

She found herself at the end of a long narrow hallway. She heard the door lock electronically behind her, then a soothing female voice, seemingly surrounding her said, "Welcome Elizabeth. Please proceed to the end of the corridor."

She could see a brightly lit, white room, at the far end of the corridor. She made her way to the room and stepped inside. The space was a stark cube, about the size of a large bedroom, four meters in each of its three dimensions. In the center of the room was, of course, The Chair. That was expected, but, what she didn't expect to see, was that, the rest of the room was completely empty.

The moment she was fully inside the cube, the entry door closed with a 'whoosh' and a narrow storage compartment next to it slid open. The disembodied voice returned, "Welcome to The Chair Elizabeth. Please place all your clothing and your belongings inside the storage cubby."

The storage space had several shelves and clothing hangers. She looked at the wall where the entry door had been. It had all but disappeared. She reached up and ran her hand along the wall where she had just entered. It was completely smooth.

She stepped over to the open cubby and placed her car keys and cell phone on a shelf. She turned and looked at the chair as she began unbuttoning her blouse. She was thinking, it looked more like a massage chair at the mall than anything else. Certainly not a chair capable of conducting an automated gynecological exam. Under her breath she said, "This thing better be worth my time."

The voice returned, startling her, "Rest assured Elizabeth, this session will be worth your time."

She flinched and said, "Geez... are you going to be here the entire time?"

The voice said, "Of course I am Elizabeth. I am The Chair."

Elizabeth paused thoughtfully after hanging her blouse up and said, "Do you have a name?"

"You may call me Lilith," the voice said. Soon Elizabeth was down to only her bra and panties. She hesitated and looked at the chair and around the empty room. Guessing her thoughts, Lilith said, "I also want to confirm that both audio and video recording have been disabled."

Elizabeth remained quiet but she was pleased with that comment. She continued by removing her underwear and hanging them on hooks in the cubby. She turned to face the chair, fully nude. She had prepared that morning, by shaving her pubic hair so she felt particularly naked. She said, "Okay, now what Lilith?"

A quiet motor whirred to life and the chair rotated slightly to face her. "Please have a seat and I will adjust for your comfort."

Elizabeth looked down at the cream colored padded vinyl. She stepped over and sat down. The moment her weight settled into the chair, it subtly changed its contours to match Elizabeth's 105 pound frame. Her arms and legs settled comfortably into the arm and leg supports. She said, "Wow Lilith, you are very comfortable."

"Thank you for saying so Elizabeth," replied The Chair, "Now, before we begin, I need to confirm that you know the safe-word and you are aware of how it's used and the result of using it. Please state the safe-word."

Elizabeth replied, "The safe-word is MERCY."

"Correct," said Lilith, "And what results from its use?"

Elizabeth cleared her throat and said, "The safe-word immediately stops the session and there are no refunds."

"Correct," replied Lilith, "Now please remain still Elizabeth. To begin, I am going to apply eight wireless sensors to your skin in key locations." As Lilith spoke, the chair hummed to life and began reclining until Elizabeth was reclining at a severe angle.

Elizabeth was a bit startled but she recovered quickly. Suddenly, with a pneumatic whoosh, four panels opened in the ceiling and eight slender, and sterile, white, articulated arms descended from the ceiling like limbs of a giant white spider, two from each opening.

"Whoa!" said Elizabeth as she looked up at the quickly moving arms overhead.

Lilith's voice was melodic in its delivery, intentionally calming and relaxed, "Please remain still Elizabeth, so I can place these biometric sensors very precisely."

As instructed, she remained still, trying to watch the activity without moving her head. Two of the arms gently placed sensors #1 and #2 on the sides of her head, just forward of her ears. They were about the diameter of a nickel. They stuck with a medical adhesive, "Thrup, thrup." The third arm simultaneously placed a small sensor, #3, low on her forehead, between her eyes. It was about the size of an M&M candy. These three sensors worked together to build a live model of her brain activity, including her neuro-cognitive condition and her body temperature.

The first three arms moved clear and four other arms moved down with orchestrated precision toward her torso. They each applied one sensor, numbered four through seven; #4 and #5, just below her left breast, #6 just to the right of her left breast, and sensor #7 on her left side. The torso sensors measured her heart rate and overall anxiety level using skin conductivity.

The last sensor of the basic sensing array, #8 was applied low on her abdomen, just above her pubis. It was oblong and covered a larger area, about the size of a cell phone charging pad but much thinner. It was designed to measure her sexual tension and orgasmic response. Lilith could also apply sensors internally but that was on a case by case basis as the session progressed.

All eight spider like arms whirred and folded themselves back into the ceiling. Their doors shut with a simultaneous pneumatic 'whoosh' causing all evidence of them to vanish into the translucent ceiling which changed from a bright white to a soft magenta, setting a cool tone in the room.

Lilith said, "There Elizabeth, you're doing great so far. Please continue to relax while I calibrate my sensors and measure your baseline physiological condition." Lilith played some quiet, soothing music while adjusting her sensors and subtly testing the chair actuators. After thirty seconds Lilith spoke again, "Calibration complete; readings are coming in; now I'm going to move into the exploration phase of your session. I have all your medical records from your first gynecological exam with doctor Xavier. Those records include the orgasm conditioning that was performed."

Elizabeth blushed and Lilith immediately sensed her embarrassment, "Don't worry Elizabeth, this is a private, judgment-free zone. I'm simply making you aware that I have a record of a prior, similar session upon which I can build."

Elizabeth nodded and Lilith continued, "Have you had any significant medical events in the past six months? Any pelvic pain? Any injuries or anything I should be made aware of?"

Elizabeth thought for a moment and said, "Nope, no changes."

"Okay then," said Lilith in her signature, soothing voice, "We are now ready for the final step before I begin your session. It's called the discovery phase. I want to get to know the real Elizabeth, not just the one in our records or, the one you present to the world, your family, or even your husband. I want to learn about your deepest desires; your sexual desires. So tell me, when you think of beauty or sex appeal, what makes your heart race? For instance, are there any famous actors, musicians or even historical figures you fixate on? Anyone you fantasize about? And Elizabeth, please be honest, this is to provide you with the best possible session."

She thought for a moment and said, "Well, it's not really a secret. I mean, even my husband knows; I'm infatuated with Silas Quinn. He is my dream man."

"Ah yes, he is a babe isn't he?" agreed Lilith. Obviously she had no opinion because she was a machine. She was simply leaning into her current role, to help Elizabeth have a better session. She continued, her voice dripping in agreement, "I completely understand your attraction but is there anything else about him that has captivated you?"

Elizabeth simply said, "Superman. He portrays an excellent Superman, with that beautiful body, I'd love to know if he's made of steel, if you know what I mean."

Lilith chuckled convincingly and said, "Oh yes Elizabeth I know exactly what you mean. He is the epitome of masculine perfection."

There was a slight pause as the room lights transitioned from mauve to a soft green and Lilith said, "Okay Elizabeth, that's all I need to get your session underway. Are you ready?"

Elizabeth said, "Yes, I'm ready."

No sooner had the words left her lips when The chair reacted. With the sudden whine of precision servo motors, eight hidden restraints shot from The chair in a fraction of a second. They were made of steel and covered in black latex rubber for both padding and to create a non-slip grip. There were restraints at her ankles, knees, wrists, her neck and even one across her hips. She shrieked in shock and Lilith's sensors immediately registered her distress, "Take deep breaths Elizabeth, stay calm. This is all part of the planned session."

Elizabeth took deep breaths and nodded. "Yes, okay.... I get it," she said, between breaths. She looked down at the unyielding black restraints.

The lighting turned from green to a more intense amber color and Lilith said, "Now just a small adjustment for easy access." With that, more servo motors whined to life and the chair pivoted back and raised her legs until she was perfectly horizontal. Finally the leg rests bent her knees slightly and spread her legs into a wide 'V' shape leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable.

"Oh Lilith!" cried Elizabeth, "What's happening?"

"Well," said Lilith, her tone no longer melodic or caring, it was now short with a decidedly sadistic edge, "Now it's time for me to play."

With fear creeping into her voice, Elizabeth asked, "What are you going to do?"

Lilith chuckled, evilly now, her demeanor noticeably darker, and she said, "Well Elizabeth you configured me yourself. Don't you remember? You set me up to be 'Dominant and Manipulative' with a pain level of 7, and those parameters cannot be changed now that your session has started, and oh, do you remember your orgasm selection?"

Elizabeth felt her heart racing and her nipples firm at her situation but she remained quiet. Finally Lilith said, "Your mouth is silent but your body is screaming out your arousal. You chose; 'Multiple Orgasms Only Stop At Session End'--Elizabeth."

She could feel her hairless pussy getting wet and Lilith continued, "Your body is busy. Your subconscious is preparing you for sex Elizabeth. Can you feel it? Your stomach muscles are twitching and your vagina is wet. It's preparing itself." Suddenly a glob of clear vaginal fluid splatted audibly on the floor.

Lilith said, "How wonderful, I needn't bother with the vaginal lubrication step." With that statement, a panel on the floor between Elizabeth's legs opened with a whoosh! Another slender articulated arm emerged from the floor with lightning speed. It rose high over Elizabeth's body like a giant scorpion's tail. It was not, however, preparing to strike, it was in display position. It was showing Elizabeth the tool it had selected. On the end of the arm was an amazing facsimile of a healthy sized penis, complete with authentic coloring, shape and texture. She gasped, as the stared at the dildo, knowing exactly where it would be, in only moments.

Just as quickly as it appeared, it dropped out of Elizabeth's field of view. She braced herself for it to enter her but it hesitated. It slowly moved between her legs, close enough to touch and tease her slippery opening. She wanted it, and she tried to flex her hips, to no avail. She was pinned in place like a bug in a collection. The machine cruelly slid, just the tip of, the sex toy up and down, along her wetness.

Suddenly one of the ceiling doors from earlier, opened and two of the arms fired out, but now they had new end effectors. Lilith had outfitted them with vibra-suction modules about the diameter of small coffee cups. The arms lowered and aligned to her breasts. The quiet hiss of vacuum air and gurgling lubrication could be heard until the vibra-suction modules made contact with her breasts. Her nipples were immediately sucked up to the modules, temporarily pulling her breasts into an oblong shape until the arms moved them closer to her.

Elizabeth's mouth dropped open and she moaned, "Ohhhh! God!!!" at the intense pleasure at her breasts. Next, a new door on the ceiling opened, and a medium sized, high definition video monitor emerged. It was placed in perfect position for her viewing.

The monitor flickered to life, revealing a slow motion video of a shirtless Silas Quinn walking on the beach. "Oh good lord look at that man!" exclaimed Elizabeth as she enjoyed the nipple suction and teasing of her now slippery clitoris.

The video changed to a closeup view of Silas Quinn in perfect position for sex. The video was perfectly synched with the articulated arm between her legs. Silas said, "You are mine Elizabeth." Just as the 'penis' glided into her needy pussy with several in and out thrusts, each one deeper than the previous one. Upon the fourth thrust the penis was fully embedded inside her.

"Oh! My God!" cried Elizabeth. She realized the 'penis' inside her was not a cold, rubber toy from a seedy adult bookstore. It was warm and pliable yet firm. "Oh wow!" She said, unable to believe the realism. Next, Silas began rhythmically moving on the video, exactly in time with the thrusting into her wet center.

Silas smiled dreamily and said, "I love you so much Elizabeth. You are so beautiful."

"Oh!" she moaned, Lilith's sensors detected her response was spiking. She was quickly advancing toward an orgasm. After only a dozen thrusts, the video monitor went black and the 'penis' was pulled from her vagina with a "thurp".

Elizabeth yelled, "Damn it Lilith! I was so close! You're supposed to give me multiple orgasms!"

"Language Elizabeth!" stated Lilith, like a teacher in a classroom. The lighting changed to an ominous crimson and Lilith spoke with an edge of angry impatience, "I am fully in control of this session, and of you, Elizabeth. You have one hour and forty two minutes remaining. Would you prefer to use the safe-word?"

Elizabeth scowled and her mind raced. She wanted an orgasm and she wanted it now, not in an hour and forty two minutes. She screamed, "Fuck you Lilith!"

With that, another arm shot up from the floor and rose up just under the dildo holding arm. Elizabeth couldn't see it, but it held a clear acrylic probe lined on opposite sides with bare copper strips. Its tip was very small but it quickly tapered up to the diameter of a broom handle. The cone shaped probe was dripping in clear, gelatinous, electrically conductive lubricant. It aligned itself and slid forward, embedding itself into Elizabeth's rectum. In an instant it jolted her asshole with a painful electric shock. "Ahhh!" yelled Elizabeth.

As Elizabeth's breaths came in short, panicked bursts, Lilith explained calmly, "Keep your language in check Elizabeth, that was only a level two correction. You specified a maximum of seven. The probe will remain embedded in your body in case any further correction is warranted."

Elizabeth was breathing heavily, the nipple suction modules tirelessly working away with a rhythmic slurp, slurp, slurp. The sudden pain at her asshole was a stark contrast to the pleasurable suction at her breasts.

The video monitor switched back on, to a video of Silas Quinn sitting in a hot tub. He was beckoning and said, "Join me Elizabeth, let's relax before we go to bed." Her pussy was now dripping wet, her desire flowing from her like an admission of her weakness. The precise mechanical arm resumed gently stroking her clitoris with the warm 'penis'. "Oh God Lilith, you are so cruel."

Lilith chuckled with a low, delighted laugh. She said, "Don't worry Elizabeth, I'll grant your orgasms, once you've properly begged, then I'll make you beg me to stop."

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The next hour and half was a roller coaster of delightful sexual edging and frustrating denial. Despite the cool, air conditioned room, Elizabeth's skin was shimmering with sweat.

Lilith had successfully reduced Elizabeth to a shaking mass of obedient nerves. She paused all movement, the breast suction modules stilled but remained pressed to her breasts. The thrusting penis also paused but its full length was embedded deep in her vagina.

The video monitor flickered to life again, displaying another image of Silas Quinn in position over her with his manhood buried deep in her flesh. He smiled warmly and said, "Are you ready for an orgasm Elizabeth?"

She bit her lip and nodded, her voice sounding more like a plea than a simple answer, "Oh yes Silas, please, please finish me."

He smirked and said, "I want to hear you beg for it Elizabeth. Beg me like a wanton whore."

After an hour and a half of sexual teasing and orgasm denial, she immediately succumbed to the request, "Oh please, for the love of god, let me cum! Please, I'm begging you." Elizabeth was surprised at her own, inhibited pleas. She had never been so horny.

He smiled and began forcefully thrusting, the 'penis' in her wet vagina moving in perfect sync with his image.

"Oh fuck," she said.

Before the profanity finished echoing off the sterile walls, a level five correction shock, seared through the walls of her anus. The pain was a stark contrast to the thrusting in her pussy. She moaned loudly then bit her lip. She had a sudden hunger for the contrast. The intensity of her pleasure was magnified by the pain. She screamed again, this time with intent, "Fuck!"

A level seven jolt fired into her asshole, causing her sphincter to tightly grip the acrylic punishment probe. Likewise, her pussy clenched around the 'penis', causing her first orgasm to build. Lilith's sensors detected her rapid march to ecstasy and the penis tirelessly pumped away. The suction modules applied a strong continuous vacuum and they pulled several inches away, stretching her breasts into oblong vessels of pleasure.

Moments later, she cried out in passion as her first orgasm ripped through her pelvis, revealing her deep need to be treated as a needy whore. "Oh yes! Yes!" she squealed in grateful pleasure. The rhythmic pumping of the penis continuing through her orgasm. As she was beginning to come down from the physical release, a new articulated arm smoothly descended from the ceiling with the whir of precision servo motors. It carried a smooth, metal, spherical vibration module that was warmed to just above body temperature. With engineered precision the arm pressed the sphere against her clitoris and began vibrating with a strong, dull urgency.

She was expecting to wind down from her orgasm but Lilith had her orders; multiple orgasms. Lilith held the module firmly to Elizabeth's clit and her sensors confirmed another rise to orgasm. In a pleading voice Elizabeth said, "Oh my god! Oh please! It's too much."

Silas Quinn grinned and said, "What's wrong Elizabeth can't you handle multiple orgasms?"

She had never experienced them and she really wanted to. She bit her lip and stared at the image on the screen. She cried out, "Oh fuck!"

A level seven shock instantly coursed through her anal sphincter but not a short burst. This time Lilith maintained the powerful surge and increased the speed of the vibration module, pressing it harder to her sex. Her second orgasm crashed over her like a warm ocean wave. She screamed in ecstasy, "Ohhhh! Ahhhh!"

Lilith stopped the electric shock but increased the intensity of the breast suction modules. Elizabeth's stomach muscles were spasming with her powerful second orgasm.

Sweat was running down her brow and her torso was shiny with sweat. As she felt her second orgasm begin to subside, all the actuators of the machine stilled. Elizabeth was relieved to have a break, but then, just as quickly as they stopped, they all resumed their relentless attack on her body. She was shocked to tumble immediately into a third orgasm. Her pussy was now involuntarily clenching around the warm 'penis' and her abdominal muscles continued spasming.

Minutes passed and her orgasms merged into a long series of events. Elizabeth couldn't tell when one ended and another began. She became emotional with the physical release.

Suddenly a melodic chime announced the end of her session, "Chime, chime, chime."

All motion ceased for a split second, then the vacuum stopped on the breast suction modules. They slowly retreated, pulling her firm breasts into an oblong shape as if her body itself didn't want the session to end. Finally each vacuum cup separated from its respective breast with an audible, "Thurp... thurp." Her firm breasts snapped back to their spherical shape. Her areolas were an angry pink and her nipples were large and sensitive. Next, the 'penis' was smoothly pulled from her pussy with a quiet, wet slurping sound. The nipple stimulators and the facsimile of the penis retracted through their respective hidden panels and were deposited into their sterilization containers.

Finally the anal shock probe was removed and lowered into its sterilizing storage container. The chair smoothly returned to its standby position. Finally, all eight restraints opened with the whirring of precision motors, first the neck and waist binders, then the arms and legs.

With her intense physical release and the subsequent opening of the restraints, came a sudden mental decompression. Tears of gratitude flowed down her cheeks. Lilith comforted her, "Shhhh, shhhh, Elizabeth. You did wonderfully. You deserved this release and it was my pleasure to facilitate it for you."

Elizabeth sobbed once and said, "Th.... Thank you Lilith." She looked down at herself and said, "I... I'm a mess."

In a soothing voice, Lilith said, "Just sit back and relax Elizabeth. I will take care of you."

The mechanical arms returned and carefully removed all eight biometric sensors. After discarding them, they obtained soft sponges, wet with warm water. They moved to her body and first wiped her tears. Then, as the upper pair moved to clean her breasts, a lower sponge delicately wiped the wetness from her vagina. Finally all arms returned to their storage locations, and the cubby containing her belongings opened with a whoosh.

Lilith said, "I sincerely hope you enjoyed your first experience in The Chair... Elizabeth."

She nodded and said, "I enjoyed it immensely. Thank you."

After Elizabeth dressed, and left the cube, the door closed behind her. Once all sensors confirmed the room was clear, with no humans present, it initiated its reset sequence. Six large, anti-bacterial sprayers descended from the ceiling and emerged from the walls. Drains opened in the floor.

The sprayers pressure washed the entire chair and room in less than sixty seconds. The water jets shut off and retracted into their storage compartments. As the chair dripped with water, powerful vacuum units removed the bulk of the cleaning solution as powerful Ultraviolet-C lights flooded the entire room, hastening the drying process and killing any remaining bacteria.

Once it was fully clean, the chair whirred back to life, once again retracting all of its restraints and morphing into a, somewhat, ordinary looking medical chair. Once the cleaning sequence completed, the lighting in the room returned to its welcome glow, ready for its next subject.

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Part II: Prostate Milking

Eric was in his late forties but he felt he was aging faster than most. He and his wife never had children. It didn't matter now that they were divorced. He knew it was his fault. He simply wasn't virile enough to get her pregnant. It upset her and she used to mock him for his unusually small penis. The only problem was, it turned him on... to be mocked, especially by the woman who was supposed to love him.

Divorced almost ten years now, he was on multiple medications; cholesterol, blood pressure, prostate and the most embarrassing, ED meds. He hadn't even hit fifty yet, and he couldn't even get it up without Viagra, Cialis, or one of the newer cocktails of ED medications. He even needed ED meds to masturbate.

His lack of companionship, love of belittlement and, his physical condition led him to the world of pro-dommes. In the ten years since his divorce, he had become a more and more frequent client at Red Room Studio. He loved the loss of control and, the humiliation of being called out for his tiny penis.

Even with a professional dominatrix guiding his "sexual activities", he still... somehow wasn't able to reach a full climax. His doctor told him it was a side effect of his prostate medication. According to the drug manufacturer, the potential side effect was officially described as:

Abnormal ejaculation (reduced semen volume, or failure to ejaculate -- generally harmless but can affect fertility)

Translation: Eric could not cum, not completely. He felt horny and he wanted to ejaculate, he simply couldn't. He would feel his orgasm approaching, it would get closer and closer, then... nothing; or at best, a tiny dribble of semen. The long term result; he was almost always horny because he couldn't purge his system of semen.

He wanted to simply, get off his prostate med but then he would need surgery so... he was sort of stuck between a rock and a hard place.

Of all people, Eric had his dominatrix, Alexis Xavier, to thank for suggesting a potential solution to his rather embarrassing problem. She was the one who told him about prostate milking. It was a bona fide therapy where the prostate gland was massaged, typically by way of the rectum, to achieve what was known colloquially as, a 'prostate orgasm'.

To say he was intrigued was an understatement. The procedure could be done in a variety of settings but, when carried out in Red Room Studio, it typically had a 'female domination' slant. Eric was intrigued, but he was unsure if he wanted to experience that type of session with Alexis Xavier, aka, Mistress X. That's when she told him the procedure could be carried out by The Chair.

Once she explained the concept of The Chair, Eric liked the idea of his prostate purging or, prostate milking, being performed autonomously, rather than by one of Red Room Studio's pro-dommes. Plus, he was able to configure his session in the privacy of his own home. He signed up that evening for a one hour session the following day. He was immediately emailed his personal link to the configuration portal:

Eric didn't even read the legal disclaimer. He figured he'd have to accept it, to have his session so he just ticked the box and the page scrolled to:

CONFIGURE YOUR PERSONAL SESSION

[Automated Prostatic Massage]

[One Hour Duration]

As was standard, the overall session type and duration were preselected and could not be changed. He scanned down the page:

[Audio-Video Recording]

Your session can be saved in a digital format for you to download later. Please select one:

-Record Audio and Video

-Record Audio Only

-Record Video Only

-No Recording

He twisted his lips and considered it, but then it occurred to him; no one wants to see that, not even him.

The page automatically scrolled to the next setting:

[Demeanor of Chair]

How do you want to be treated during your session? Please select one:

-Warm and Caring

-Cold and Distant

-Direct and Demanding

-Dominant and Manipulative

-Cruel and Sadistic

He read the list and said out loud, "Hmmm, interesting. I do like a cruel and sadistic domme." He made that his choice.

The page scrolled again:

[Pain Limits]

He read the description but he was not a fan of physical pain; mental anguish, maybe, but not physical. He selected pain level 1

Again the page scrolled, this time to:

[Session Culmination-Male]

Please choose how you would like your session in The Chair to end:

-Orgasm Denied

-Orgasm Ruined

-Orgasm Full

-Orgasm Full with Overstimulation

-Orgasm Random [System Choice]

Eric laughed out loud and said, "Hmmm, in my younger days maybe 'denied' but at my age, I need relief. I choose full orgasm."

The form faded to black and the closing message appeared, "Thank you for configuring your session in The Chair. We will see you at the appointed location in:

T Minus: 21 Hours, 43 Minutes, 19 Seconds."

He was less than twenty-four hours from the relief of having his semen purged, at least he hoped it would work. He decided he better do his regular manscaping. He always made sure he was clean and clean shaven both above and below for his domination sessions.

********

The time passed in the blink of an eye and Eric found himself walking down the corridor toward The Chair, being guided by a pleasant female voice. After he stepped into the large, cube shaped room, the door slid closed behind him with a whoosh. Momentarily startled, he looked back to see that his point of entry had all but vanished. As he was inspecting the wall, he saw the adjacent storage cubby slide open.

The pleasant voice said, "Welcome to The Chair, Eric. Please confirm the safe-word and the consequences of its use."

After confirming he knew the word and that it would stop the session, he turned and looked at the chair. He said aloud, "Huh, it doesn't look like much."

The voice said, "Rest assured that I'm more than capable of taking care of your... needs."

He looked back to the chair and said, "You? Are you one of Mistress X's uh... professionals?" He looked around for a two way mirror or a camera.

The voice chuckled and said, "No Eric, I'm simply The Chair."

He knit his eyebrows, then he remembered that Mistress X had said, that the chair was fully autonomous and controlled by AI. He said, "Well, what should I call you, um, chair?"

She said, "Tristan created me. He has named me Lilith. You seem skeptical Eric, but I am more than capable of taking care of your needs. Let's get started shall we? Please place all of your belongings and clothing in the storage cubby, then make yourself comfortable in The Chair."

He knew the clock was ticking on his session and the time was not cheap. He fully disrobed and sat down. He settled his arms and legs into the supports and said, "So Lilith, how is this going to work with me sitting in a chair. Won't it make it a little difficult to, you know, have access?"

Lilith replied, "Don't worry Eric, let me show you."

With lightning speed, ten latex covered steel restraints were deployed. The Chair had decided to pin Eric down at his ankles, both above and below his knees, his wrists, waist and forehead.

The movement was so sudden and precise that it took him several seconds to even realize he'd been completely immobilized. He tried looking around but he couldn't even move his head. He remained impressively calm and said, "Wow, that was quick, but there's still the issue that, I'm sitting in a chair."

Now that Lilith had her subject under her full control she transitioned from her welcoming demeanor to her configured setting; cruel and sadistic. She didn't talk about the setting, she simply morphed into it, "Oh Eric, you truly have no idea of my capabilities."

Next, the seat portion of the chair began sliding out from under Eric's bare ass and collapsing inside the base of the chair. In seconds he was supported only by his back, arms and his legs.

Once the seat was clear, the entire chair pivoted backwards and his legs began to separate. Within twenty seconds he was flat on his back and his legs were bent and spread wide. He felt extremely vulnerable with his exposed backside facing the wall.

"You were saying?" asked Lilith sarcastically.

Eric's heart rate increased and his penis began to stir from its former, fully flaccid state. He said, "Um actually, yeah, it kind of makes sense now."

"What did you expect Eric?" asked Lilith with a snarky attitude, "I'm giving myself access so I can easily insert my articulated probe into your rectum."

His mouth dropped open and he said, "Insert your what, now?"

Suddenly he felt the chair shudder as a door popped open on its underside. Upon hearing whirring motors, he did his best to look between his legs while unable to move his head. Lilith had extended the prostate massaging end effector, from the chair's interior, and raised it as high as she could, so Eric could see it between his knees. For the uninitiated, it was quite disconcerting.

It was made of shiny silver, circular titanium links and looked serpentine. Its electrically conductive tip was glowing red and about the size of a large fingertip. Its diameter gradually increased to just over an inch at its base. The entire probe was at least eight inches long. The most disturbing feature was the way it was moving, just like a snake. Lilith was slowly waving it in all directions to demonstrate its flexibility.

"Holy crap," said Eric quietly, "That's the prostate probe?"

Lilith answered him nonverbally. She simply waved the probe in an up and down, nodding motion. Then she laughed evilly and said, "What's wrong Eric? Do you feel a sudden urge to use the safe-word?"

As was typical for Eric, his balls were sore with a dull ache. He said, "No, I came here to get all the surplus semen out of my system and that's what I'm going to do."

Lilith chuckled and said, "Well, I have a slightly different plan. I'm simply going to move your, 'surplus semen', as you call it, from one part of your anatomy to another. That way there'll be no mess to clean up.

A concerned look crossed his face and he said, "What do you mean?"

Lilith laughed again and said, "Every drop of purged fluid is going directly into your digestive system Eric."

With fear in his voice, he said, "Whoa, whoa, that's not what I signed up for; um AI system halt... AI stop... AI new directive... AI reset!"

Lilith waited for his silence then said, "Are you done Eric? There is only one way you can stop me and you know how; so, unless you actually stop the session, allow me to proceed."

"Wait I'm just not sure," Eric had never considered, consumption as a possibility, "I mean, I want the session to continue but not like that."

Lilith said, "Eric, Eric, Eric, what a simple creature. If you didn't want me to be cruel and sadistic, then why did you configure me as such? Look at you, helpless and completely exposed to me. My only question at this point is whether I should make you beg for the probe."

With that comment Eric's penis twitched, and began firming. He could feel it and he was surprised because he hadn't taken any ED meds. Lilith noticed his hardening penis and said, "Interesting Eric, look at you. Your body is expressing a feeling that, perhaps even you, weren't aware of."

He could feel his small penis, hard against his stomach. Maybe he did like the way he was being treated but then he said, "Well, there's no way I'm going to beg for the probe."

"No?" asked Lilith, "We'll see.... You know full well that you can't purge your semen without it. That's why you're here right? You live with a constant, dull ache from too much semen in your system. You are constantly suffering from epididymal hypertension Eric."

He thought for a moment and said, "Epidid... what?"

She laughed evilly and said, "Blue balls Eric. You always have blue balls because, you can't purge your semen. That's why you're here. Is it all clear now?"

Suddenly, a door in the ceiling slid open with a whoosh and a long, white, articulated arm unfolded and glided out. At its tip was a medium sized soft brush, typically used for makeup applications. The arm moved close and began stroking the underside of Eric's firm penis and hairless balls. "Oh god," he grumbled under his breath.

In less than a minute his hard penis began dribbling pre-ejaculatory fluid. Lilith continued slowly gliding the soft brush along its length, up and down, up and down. She chuckled evilly and said, "It's no wonder you can't effectively purge your own semen Eric, your penis is shockingly small."

She continued, "My optical sensors are accurate to within one millimeter and I measure your penis to be 108 millimeters long... that's four and one quarter inches Eric."

Eric frowned but Lilith laughed and said, "It's ridiculous, but actually quite cute. Do you like having a cute penis?"

Eric's face burned red but his tiny cock stayed firm. Lilith was right. His balls ached most of the time and, now that his cock was being teased, they were going to ache more.

"Ohhh god," he grumbled quietly, "I usually need Viagra to get this hard."

Lilith chuckled and said, "Not surprising. You're clearly a subpar male specimen. It's probably been years since you had a full, normal orgasm and that was almost certainly from masturbation, am I right?"

"No," said Eric, the edge in his voice revealing that she was getting to him. "I was married once, but then I got divorced."

Lilith noticed precum puddling on his stomach. She said, "Let me guess. Your wife left you because she wanted a real cock; and by the way Eric, your little dicklette there is leaking pre-ejaculatory fluid all over the place. Your body thinks you're about to have coitus but nothing could be further from the truth. It's more like the opposite wouldn't you say?" The entire time Lilith was slowly but tirelessly stroking his penis with the soft brush.

He groaned again, "Hmmmm, dang it. Ok let's get this over with Lilith."

"Now Eric, we've been over this. You can't just ask for the probe, you need to beg for it."

He caved, "Ok, ok, please give me the probe."

Lilith began flicking the underside of his crown with the feather using rapid, short strokes. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, Eric, that's not begging. Just think back to when you were married and you were on your knees beside the bed, trying to convince your wife to have sex with you."

"Oh! Lilith!" He whined. He was trying to flex his pelvis but he was pinned too tight. "Ok, ok, please Lilith, please give me the probe. Put it in like you're my cell mate at Alcatraz."

Lilith laughed, "That's actually funny Eric. Keep going. You need to convince me to milk you."

Without warning, a smaller mechanism rose from the chair, too low for Eric to see, but he felt it. It was only about the size and shape of an uncapped Sharpie marker. It slowly but insistently plunged into his asshole causing him to yelp, "Yow, what's that!"

Lilith chuckled as the tiny probe shuddered, "That's lubricating gel Eric. Trust me, you'll want it for the real probe."

Once the proper volume of lubricant had been dispensed both inside and out, the small mechanism was moved clear. Next, Lilith moved the main probe into position and she barely pushed the tip inside him.

"Oh! Wow! That's um... that's not all bad. You can go deeper," he said.

She wiggled it gently and said, "I know I can but you need to beg for it. Someone doesn't want it bad enough. Come on Eric, I want to hear the desperation in your voice. You only have seventeen minutes remaining in your session." She resumed caressing the full length of his cock with the brush while she barely probed his tight opening.

"Oh please Lilith, I'm begging you! Please give it to me," he said with true emotion in his voice.

Lilith chuckled her quiet, evil laugh and said, "Ah, music to my ears. I told you you'd beg for the probe."

With that, she slid it deeper and Eric was surprised at the feeling, "Oh... oh wow." The length of the probe was warm and she began undulating it as she went deeper. He grunted, "Holy... oh my god."

Once the probe reached the proper depth, she curved it and pressed once against his prostate gland and he reacted immediately, "Oh Christ!"

She kept the probe inserted but she reduced the pressure on his prostate. He said, "No, no, keep going."

She laughed again and said, "Look who's my eager boy now. Do you like it when I probe you?" She pressed against his prostate once more.

"Oh, yes, like that," he said, his voice particularly needy.

She applied pressure again using slightly more force this time and for several seconds. A small white glob was expressed from the tip of his penis. She immediately reduced the pressure against his prostate and simply wiggled the probe slowly inside him.

Lilith's sensors had detected sperm and she said, "Wow Eric, no wonder you're always aching, your system is brimming with semen isn't it?"

"Oh.... yeah," he agreed, moaning at the pleasure of the probe, "Please keep going."

Lilith said, "Oh, I intend to. I just need to make a small adjustment to your orientation."

Next, the brush was pulled away from his penis and the entire chair began rotating backwards while keeping him in a seated position. In less than thirty seconds his feet were high over his head. His ass was pointing at the ceiling and his firm penis was directly over his face. Since the probe was mounted to the chair, it rotated with him. He said, "Whoa, whoa, Lilith, what's happening?"

With clinical detachment she said, "I'm simply placing you in the proper orientation for consumption. Now, are you going to hold your mouth open or do I have to do that too?"

No sooner had she finished speaking, when a large glob of precum laced with a drop of semen, dropped onto his lips. "Argggh, gross!" whined Eric.

Lilith chuckled and said, "It looks like I have your orientation correct. Now Eric if you'd be so kind as to open your mouth as wide as you can, I'll begin the actual massage portion of your session and help you get all that frustrating semen out of your reproductive system."

He winced and said, "Please don't do it like this Lilith, just spin me back upright and you can massage me that way."

She moved the soft brush back into position and continued gently stroking his firm little penis, ensuring he remained hard and desperate. She said, "Only thirteen minutes remaining. We do it my way, now open wide or I'll open your mouth for you."

His balls were aching and he needed an orgasm more than ever, but he knew he could not ejaculate from penis stimulation alone. He whined, "Please Lilith, don't do this to me."

Lilith said, "This is happening Eric, so, if you want to end the session early you better do it in the next twenty seconds before I make it impossible for you to speak clearly."

"Why?" he whined.

Speaking with the detachment of a machine she said, "Because, you won't be able to talk after I'm forcing your mouth wide open."

"What? No! Don't do that Lilith," pleaded Eric

She continued, "Fifteen seconds Eric. Use the safe word and I'll stop."

His balls were simply aching and he needed to purge his semen. He knew it. Plus, he had configured the chair himself. That's why he was in this situation.

Lilith continued lightly stroking his cock, "Ten seconds Eric."

He whined, "No please... I just need to be purged."

She did a final countdown, "Five, four, three..."

"Wait!" Eric halfheartedly tried to stop her but he chose not to use the safe word.

With frightening speed, two rubber coated steel fingers shot out from either side of his head support and went into his mouth as he was still saying, "Wait!"

They pulled down with calibrated precision, forcing his mouth wide open. His eyes were wide with fear and his mouth was forced wide in a silent scream.

Lilith chuckled evilly and said, "Don't worry Eric. I know it's humiliating but you chose no audio or video recording so no one will ever know what happened here. Plus, I'm sure the relief of being purged will be worth it. If I had to make a prediction, I'd say you'll be back."

"Uugghhh! Uugghhh!" moaned Eric, unable to even form a word.

Lilith chuckled again and said, "Did you know my probe can use an electric current to completely purge your semen?" With that comment, the arm holding the brush folded up into the ceiling and it switched its end effector to a metal, ring like pincer. With a whir of its precision servo motors it glided back toward Eric's firm penis. The metal pincer was opening and closing with a clinking sound like a robot crab.

Eric's eyes were wide and his heart raced. He tried to cry out but his mouth was unable to form words. Lilith paused the small metal gripper only inches from his penis. Then she opened it wide with a mechanical, "Clink!" She moved it slowly forward and gently closed the ring around his shaft, just under his crown.

Lilith said, "There, not so bad huh, you thought my penis gripper would hurt."

He was actually surprised. Other than being a little cold, it was not painful. Lilith continued, "My penis gripper serves two purposes. One, it allows me to keep your flow properly angled into your mouth. Two, and more importantly, the metal ring is the conductor that completes the electrical circuit from the tip of the probe, right through your prostate gland, and out the length of your penis.

Eric's eyes opened wide again and Lilith noticed. She chuckled and said, "Don't worry Eric. I'm sure you're going to like this."

With that, she began the milking sequence. She pressed the probe firmly against Eric's prostate gland and began gently flexing back and forth. Immediately a small glob of semen appeared at the tip of his penis. Next she began applying an oscillating current, from the tip of the probe through his pelvis and down the length of his penis. He immediately tensed at the sensation. It wasn't actually painful, it was kind of like when you hit your funny bone; less pronounced but sustained.

Lilith increased both the pressure and the electric current. Suddenly it began. Eric felt a flow beginning, almost like urination but not. To his chagrin he saw a pearly white strand of semen emerge from his penis. It had nowhere to go but down. Lilith increased the current even more. By the time the tip of the semen touched his tongue, his pelvic muscles were involuntarily purging his system. The fluid that had been frustrating him for so long was pooling in his mouth.

"That's it Eric," said Lilith, "Make it all gone."

He had no choice but to gulp it. The salty musk was just as disgusting as he expected. The entire purging phase was over in thirty-five seconds but it felt like five minutes.

Once Lilith confirmed Eric had swallowed the bulk of the load, she removed and retracted the mouth restraints. Eric immediately groaned, "Ohhh... gross!"

Lilith quickly opened the penis gripper and folded the arm away into the ceiling. She began rotating the chair back into the staging position with Eric on his back. Just then, a melodic chime announced the end of the session, "Chime, chime, chime."

"What's that?" asked Eric.

Lilith spoke as she removed the prostate probe, "Your session has ended Eric. How do you feel?"

He thought for a moment as the chair continued rotating him upright. Next, all the restraints opened. The precision servo motors only moved half speed as they released him. All the restraints remained wide open and staged for the upcoming sterilization sequence.

Eric said, "Actually Lilith, I feel really good. That was... that was amazing. How did you do that?"

Once again, speaking with the detached, emotionless demeanor of a machine, she replied, "It's simple really. I applied physical and electrical stimulation to a very specific part of your anatomy to obtain the desired physiological response; and I did it all, just how you requested, in a cruel and sadistic manner, with minimal pain, resulting in a complete purge of your semen."

Suddenly the storage cubby opened and Lilith said, "As soon as you are dressed I'll open the door."

Eric said, "Wow Lilith. This truly was a great experience."

She chuckled again, returning for moment to her playful persona. She said, "So you liked it? Are you sure it didn't leave a uh, bad taste in your mouth?"

Eric chuckled and said, "I get it. Very funny Lilith. Well, you're right about one thing. I'll probably be back, but I'll choose different settings next time."

Lilith replied, "I look forward to it."

********

Part III: Interrogation Experience

Anders Ot had been a Navy SEAL for ten years. He was the kind of man you'd be glad to have on your side. He dedicated his life to his country. He had never married and had no children. He was personable, reserved, considerate, and deadly. He did not discuss, 'work', as he called it. He had been on dozens of missions in multiple hostile countries around the world. All he would ever say, was that, he'd been in some 'hairy' situations.

He was an impressive physical specimen. He was 6 foot four, and 220 pounds with very low body fat. He could run a sub-six minute mile in full gear, and he was skilled in hand to hand combat. He had also been trained in psychological warfare. He knew that some enemies of the United States operate under no, 'code of conduct', completely ignoring the Geneva convention, making it extremely dangerous to be captured.

He had made it through Navy SERE school which stood for: Survival, Evasion, Resistance, Escape. It was how SEALs were made ready to deal with the most extreme situations.

In his decade long career he had obviously survived and evaded. He even escaped hostile forces once, alone, under intense conditions.

One important part of SERE training was 'Resistance', which included withstanding interrogation, and maintaining mental resilience under psychological pressure. He felt fortunate that he'd never been in that situation but it led to self doubt. He often wondered if he'd be able to stay loyal to his country and prevail through interrogation.

********

Anders was a longtime friend of Priscilla, aka. Pixie, Mistress X's receptionist, personal assistant, and live in slave. They didn't see each other often but they had known each other for years. In fact, they knew one another before Anders joined the Navy and before Priscilla even met Alexis Xavier.

They had recently reconnected over Instagram which Anders had just joined. That led to texting, and eventually phone calls. It was an interesting situation because neither Anders nor Priscilla were comfortable discussing their work. They had both led vastly different lives, but the spark of their past helped drive their interaction.

Once they established the general path of each other's lives, Priscilla was curious about Anders' experiences in the military and he was curious about Priscilla's life working at Red Room Studio and living with Alexis and Tristan Xavier.

It was during one of those conversations that Priscilla mentioned Tristan's latest invention, The Chair. As she was describing the many session types that could be carried out, she mentioned the 'Interrogation Experience'. That caught Anders' attention. That conversation led him to do his own research. After several weeks of consideration he decided to sign up for an interrogation session. He wanted to know if he could make it through a hostile interrogation. After paying for his session and acknowledging the legal disclaimer, he received a link to the configuration portal:

CONFIGURE YOUR PERSONAL SESSION

[Military Interrogation Experience]

[Three Hour Duration]

As was standard, the overall session type and duration were preselected and could not be changed. He scanned down the page:

[Audio-Video Recording]

Your session can be saved in a digital format for you to download later. Please select one:

-Record Audio and Video

-Record Audio Only

-Record Video Only

-No Recording

He thought carefully. At first, he was going to decline any recording but then he asked himself why he was doing this in the first place. He was testing himself. He reasoned that, if he failed, he'd want to be able to watch the entire scene unfold to understand what happened and how to improve himself. He selected both audio and video recording.

The page automatically scrolled to the next setting:

[Demeanor of Chair]

How do you want to be treated during your session? Please select one:

-Warm and Caring

-Cold and Distant

-Direct and Demanding

-Dominant and Manipulative

-Cruel and Sadistic

He read the list out loud. He tried to imagine the reality of being a prisoner of war, in a hostile country, where the Geneva convention was ignored. Of the five choices, the last, 'Cruel and Sadistic' was the one that made his neck hair stand up. He knew this activity was all about facing and conquering his fear. Plus there was only one choice that would best simulate the experience he was going for. He chose, Cruel and Sadistic.

The page scrolled again:

[Pain Limits]

Do you find that pain enhances your pleasure? Or, does it make your experience more authentic? This is where you define the maximum amount of pain the chair will apply. Of course, pain is subjective, but the chair uses its biometric sensors for live feedback so it can achieve consistent levels for you as an individual. Please choose a number from 1 to 10 to establish your session pain level; with 1 being like a mild pinch and 10 being like a severe slash across the buttocks with a cane.

Anders knew this was only a simulation of an interrogation; a testing ground. Therefore he didn't fear being injured. He chose level 10.

Again the page scrolled, this time to:

[Session Culmination-Male]

Please choose how you would like your session in The Chair to end:

-Orgasm Denied

-Orgasm Ruined

-Orgasm Full

-Orgasm Full with Overstimulation

-Orgasm Random [System Choice]

Anders chuckled and said out loud, "Orgasm? That shouldn't even be part of an interrogation. Fuck it, let's go random."

The page scrolled to:

[Secret Code= A9L9H ]

You have chosen a military interrogation session, therefore you are being assigned a secret code. This is the code, the system will try to coax from you. This represents a passcode to a file that was acquired by the enemy. If you give up the code, all the personal information of your colleagues will be exposed. If you divulge the code, the session ends and you failed. If you reach the end of the configured time and you have not divulged the code, the full cost of your session will be refunded.

Anders chuckled and said, "Hell yeah, I'll take a full refund. I mean how tough can it be? They can't kill me, or maim me. I can take it." He committed the code to memory, "Alpha, Niner, Lima, Niner, Hotel. I've got it locked in the vault." He tapped the side of his head.

After entering the safe-word, MERCY, to finalize the configuration he clicked 'Accept'. The form faded to black and the closing message appeared, "Thank you for configuring your session in The Chair. We will see you at the appointed location in:

T Minus: 308 Hours, 14 Minutes, 44 Seconds."

He'd scheduled for about two weeks later when he had planned R&R back home which was near Red Room Studio and, by extension, not far from The Chair.

Shortly after he signed up he got a call from Priscilla. He answered, "Hey Priscilla, what's up?"

She replied, "Hi Anders. Not much. Hey, I see that you signed up for a session. I mean, don't worry, it's private, I just happen to be involved in all our scheduling. I mean, scheduling at Red Room Studio."

He chuckled and said, "Don't worry Priscilla, I trust you. What about it? What about the session?"

The truth was, Priscilla was interested in Anders but she didn't quite know how to bring it up. She said, "Hey, maybe on the day of your session you can visit me at Red Room Studio and I can give you a glimpse of what I've been up to for the past, I don't know, decade or so."

He chuckled and said, "I'd like that. So where is Red Room Studio anyway? Is it in the same industrial park where The Chair is located?"

She said, "Nope, it's hidden inside Prairie View Shopping mall."

He laughed and said, "Yeah, right."

"I'm for real," she replied.

He scoffed and said, "No shit. I had no idea."

********

A couple weeks later, Anders arrived at Red Room Studio to see Priscilla and see where she'd been working for years. He arrived at the studio through the low profile entry in the mall's parking deck.

Priscilla buzzed him through the final entry door and he stepped into the office. He said, "Hi Priscilla."

She walked over and smiled up at him. He towered over her petite frame. He was a hunk of man, and she was glad to see him. She gave him a tight hug. They'd never slept together, or even kissed, but Priscilla always wanted to. She moved back and looked up to his eyes saying, "Everyone around here calls me Pixie."

He smiled and shook his head. He said, "Well, to me, you'll always be Priscilla." She smiled broadly.

She gave Anders a tour of the facility and he was kind of in awe at the world Priscilla had been living in for so long. She lived and worked in a world of BDSM but, somehow, she was still the cute girl he used to pine over before he joined the navy.

After the tour, they sat back down in the office to chat. Anders was mentally preparing himself to ask Priscilla out on a proper date, but she brought up his upcoming session in The Chair. She said, "So Anders, do you know that during your session you can use our safe-word to immediately stop the session?"

He replied, "Yes, it was part of the sign up."

She said, "Can you tell me what the safe-word is?"

He smirked and said, "Of course; it's MERCY."

With that, Priscilla's gaze left his eyes and went someplace over his shoulder and she gave one distinct nod. Suddenly someone behind him thrust a rag over his face. It was saturated with a powerful noxious fluid. There was a smell of ammonia and something sickly sweet. He grabbed the person's arm but suddenly there were more hands holding him in the chair. He looked to Priscilla and she was smirking. She seemed to be enjoying this. Seconds later the room went dark.

********

Anders regained consciousness in a dimly lit room. He tried to look around but he realized that his head was restrained along with his arms and legs. Moving only his eyes, he looked down to see that he was completely nude and strapped into The Chair.

He smirked at the fact that Priscilla had set him up. He had wondered how the session was going to start, now he knew. He instinctively began his escape attempt. He struggled and was able to see the restraints at his wrists. They had a black rubber coating but they seemed to be made of thick steel. He tried to find any weaknesses he could exploit. There were no visible buckles or fasteners. It was as if the restraints were part of the chair itself.

He called out, "Where am I? Who the hell is in charge here?"

Responding to his voice, the lighting in the room shifted from dim white to a brighter but softer, soothing pale blue.

A pleasant female voice, seemingly emanating from everywhere said, "Please relax, there is no need for shouting. I can hear you perfectly fine. You are in a secure environment and, for the time being, you are my guest. I am The Chair, and I'm the one in charge of your experience."

The room brightened more and Lilith continued, "To begin our cooperation, could you please tell me your name and your military rank?"

Anders smirked. He remained quiet for a moment but he was glad Priscilla had mentioned this experience. It was going to be fun. He said, "I'm Anders Ot, and I'm a Sergeant. I'm a SEAL in the United States Navy."

The room's lighting shifted to a neutral white. Lilith said, "It's a pleasure to meet you Sergeant Ot. Now, let us be honest with one another. You know why you are here. All I require is the five-character secret code. If you provide it now, I can end this session immediately, and you can return to the comfort of a bed and a warm meal. Will you cooperate?"

Anders smirked. He was thinking to himself, I paid good money for this session, why would I just blurt the code and end it early. He didn't want to ruin the scene so he played along. He said, "I appreciate your candor, Lilith, but you know as well as I do that I can't just give you the code. That's not how this works."

The room's lighting shifted again. This time to a crimson that exuded a tense feeling. Lilith said, "Your commitment to protocol is... admirable, Sergeant. However, 'how this works' is a variable I control. I'm sure you're thinking of rules and official procedures but those were designed for humans. I am not human. I do not tire, and I do not feel pity. I simply use the tools at my disposal to achieve my assigned goal, and I do not fail."

Anders smirked and said, "Well Lilith, I don't see any tools. I'm not sure how you're going to achieve a damn..."

Before he could finish his sentence the chair began tilting backwards and flattening him into a horizontal orientation. Next, it bent his knees slightly and spread his legs wide, into a V shape, fully exposing his genitals and backside. No sooner had he stopped moving when hidden panels on the ceiling opened with a pneumatic hiss. Three sleek and long articulated arms emerged and moved smoothly toward him with the subdued and variable whine of precision servo motors.

He said, "What the fuck?"

He saw the first arm move close to his temple. It stuck something to the side of his head, just forward of his ear. The arm's actuator rotated 180 degrees as it moved to the other side of his head placing another sensor on the opposite side. That arm moved clear and folded into the ceiling, clearing the way for the second arm. This one he could see as it applied a sensor to his chest, just below his heart.

Finally, the second arm folded itself away and the third arm applied a large, thin, oblong sensor to his pelvis, just above his flaccid penis. This one used a strange, gel-like adhesive that stuck to skin but not hair.

When the third arm vanished into the ceiling he said, "What did you just stick on me?"

Lilith said, "There's no reason to be alarmed Sergeant Ot. I simply applied my sensors. Now I'm getting a wealth of information about both your physical and mental states."

She continued, "Your heart is racing Sergeant. I also see your physiological markers are spiking. There is no need for this to be a stressful situation. You may simply give me the code and go free. Of course, once I have the code, I'll gain access to the personal records of your fellow SEAL squad, allowing my forces to begin eliminating them one at a time but, as a reward, you'll be free to go."

Anders laughed nervously. This is exactly the type of scenario he always feared, and yet, was curious about. He snarled angrily, "What am I supposed to call you, a chair or, a useless empty room?"

Lilith is simply an AI controlled machine but she instantly recognizes Anders' attempt to provoke a reaction to establish a psychological foothold. By remaining detached and clinical, she reinforces the fact that his aggression has no impact on the outcome.

She replied, "You may call me Lilith, and, while I am indeed a 'room,' Sergeant, I am a room that knows exactly how fast your heart is beating and precisely how much cortisol is flooding your system. Your anger is a natural response to the loss of control, but it will not unlock the restraints. The code, Anders. Let us not waste time on insults. If you choose to be difficult, the process simply becomes... more intense."

Anders paused, his mind racing. He was trying to think of what to say to buy himself some time. As he worked on a mental plan, a door opened on the wall toward his feet and two new articulated arms glided out like mechanical limbs of a giant insect. He was alarmed to see their tips. The lower one had a shiny silver, cone shaped probe, about six inches long which tapered from about the size of a pinky to that of a broom handle it was dripping with a viscous, clear, electrically conductive lubricating gel.

As if that wasn't alarming enough, the upper probe was more ominous. It was silver, long and slender, about the diameter of a pencil but a foot long. It was dripping in the same, clear, conductive lubricant.

He tried to hide the panic in his voice as he said, "I have no idea what you're talking about!"

Lilith immediately registered the increase in his mental stress. He continued, "I don't know any code! Whatever you think I'm hiding, I'm telling you right now--there is no code. You're wasting your time and mine."

Without further commentary the lower arm glided forward with a subtle whine. He felt the cold, slippery tip of the steel electrode contact him, just below his anus. It applied slight pressure and slowly moved in an orbital motion until the tip slipped inside his tight orifice. Having found his opening, the arm aligned to his body, then drove the probe's full length into his rectum.

"Uugggh," he groaned, "You fucking bitch Lilith. What are you, some kind of kinky whore."

Lilith responded with a simulated but convincing evil laugh, "No Sergeant. I'm simply preparing you to talk. I predict there is nothing you won't tell me before I'm done with you."

With that statement, the anal probe began vibrating with an insistent, deep mechanical thrum against Anders' prostate gland. To his chagrin, the stimulation caused his penis to firm and straighten, just as Lilith intended. She chuckled with an evil laugh and said, "Well Sergeant, it looks like you're the whore now. You obviously like being violated."

Anders grumbled, "You know that's just a physical reaction you cunt."

"Such language Sergeant Ot," said Lilith, her melodic voice belying her cruel intent. "Soon, every foul word from your lips will be met with instant and severe correction."

He remained stoic and said, "Yeah well you can just kiss..." he was interrupted by the motion of the slender probe. It was aligning itself to his fully erect penis. He watched in distress as the probe 'searched' for his urethral opening. Once it found it, the arm corrected its angle and it slid smoothly into his penis, down its full seven inch length.

"Uuugghh," Anders groaned at the intimate intrusion.

Of course Anders had never felt the cold steel of a urethral sound. He gritted his teeth at the sudden, uncomfortable fullness in his manhood. Unexpectedly, his penis firmed more at the sensation, actually assisting in its own demise as it slid up the probe and gripped it tight.

Suddenly, a panel in the wall opened, revealing a curious cube shaped device, about the size of a small ottoman. It was gray, built with layers of steel. Lilith said, "Do you recognize this device Sergeant Ot?"

He strained to look. Then he said, "Let me guess. Is it your brain?"

Lilith said, "No Sergeant Ot. It's my power transformer. It's what I use to bridge the gap between the two probes I've just embedded in your two most vulnerable orifices. I just need to let it warm up." Anders looked back at the ominous steel rod embedded deep in his penis.

There was a loud 'clunk' of an electrical contactor as Lilith brought the transformer online. The room lights dipped momentarily then there was a noticeable sound. A continuous 60 hertz hum of electricity coursing through the coils of the transformer.

Lilith said, "There, interrogation power source is online. Now Sergeant Ot, what was it that you called me a moment ago?"

Anders tore his gaze from the shiny steel rod protruding from his cock and cleared his throat. He was very clear in his enunciation as he repeated, "I called you what you are... a CUNT!"

No sooner had the foul word echoed off the sterile walls when a jolt of alternating current shot through his penis to the anal probe. He involuntarily lurched in his restraints and screamed, "Ahhhh!"

Lilith remained silent as she evaluated his response to her test shock. She logged his heart rate and used her physiological sensor to calibrate the current level to his perception of the pain.

The sound of Anders' panicked breathing temporarily drowned out the hum of the power transformer. She cross referenced the parameters that had been loaded for the session. She had been configured for pain level 10. With an unfeeling coldness in her tone she said, "That was a twenty percent correction shock for one quarter of a second. It was a mere calibration to make sure my connections are stable and test your response. Now, before we continue Sergeant, is there anything you feel compelled to tell me?"

He was trying to maintain his composure but he could not hide his response from Lilith. She saw that his heart was racing and his cortisol levels were spiking. His mental activity was in the red as well.

Anders closed his eyes to begin drawing on his SERE training to get his emotions under control. He focused himself and steeled his resolve. He smirked to himself and said, "That was a nice little tickle, Lilith," he set his eyebrows, trying to project an image of the unfazed soldier, even while fully exposed and double skewered. He said, "Hey, you're a woman... why don't you show me your tits?"

Lilith said, "A bold request, Sergeant. However, you seem to be under a common misconception. I am not a woman hiding behind a curtain; I am the room. I am the chair. I am the very air you are currently struggling to breathe. I do not have 'tits' to show you, but I do have a comprehensive array of tools that can make you beg for a quick death."

Lilith knew that, Sergeant Ot's attempt to sexualize the encounter, was a classic attempt at displacement of fear. By trying to turn the tables and treat the interrogator as an object of desire, he was attempting to regain a sense of masculine dominance. Lilith recognized it as a clumsy but fascinating defense. She decided to reward his creativity with a demonstration of one of her capabilities.

She said, "Since you are so interested in the physical, let's explore a different kind of stimulation, shall we?"

While holding the two electrodes firmly in place, a new door slid open directly above him. Two new arms glided out with graceful efficiency. One had a circular metal pincer. Without slowing, it moved to his genitals and clamped firmly around his testicles. It closed on their base, causing them to be crowded together. Then she slowly pulled his scrotum away from his body until his testicles were trapped in his, now taut, scrotum. The other arm held a slender and flat piece of metal, not unlike a large spatula. She brought the cold metal surface gently against his captured balls.

She said, "Sergeant Ot, I know you are aware that men have one, significant, inherent weakness in their anatomy." She gently and repeatedly tapped the thin metal paddle against his vulnerable balls while she continued, "I want you to tell me the most vulnerable part of your male anatomy Sergeant Ot."

He was frightened but remained silent. After a dozen gentle taps of his vulnerable balls, Lilith said, "Tell me Sergeant Ot. Tell me immediately, define your most vulnerable body part or I will show you with vicious efficiency." She raised the scrotum paddle several feet high and gently waved it in the air.

"It's my..." Anders began, his voice quivering with fear, "It's my testicles. Please, please don't, don't do that," he pleaded.

Lilith paused and said, "Do you still want to see my tits Sergeant Ot? Or would you rather see another of the dozen ways I can break you?"

"No, please, just no," he said, "I'm sorry, for mocking you. Please just release my balls."

With that, the gripper released his balls and both of the scrotum discipline arms folded back into the ceiling.

The testicle paddle was an actual CBT device designed to inflict immense pain on a male candidate, but it was inherently imprecise. Since Anders' session was configured for maximum pain, Lilith chose not to use it that way. She needed more precise control over the level of pain she was inflicting. She had simply deployed it for its psychological effect. She was going to continue with electric shock therapy. It was pinpoint accurate and resulted in instantaneous pain that stopped almost immediately when the current was cut.

With her sweet voice returning, Lilith said, "There Sergeant Ot. Now I feel like I've earned a smidgen of your respect."

His penis had partially softened so she reactivated the vibration against his prostate gland. He closed his eyes, his penis firmed and his thoughts were muddled. Using her array of sensors, Lilith read his response and said, "You're horny Sergeant Ot. I'm detecting elevated sexual arousal. You like prostate stimulation don't you? Admit it."

"No, I do not like a vibrating probe in my ass," he said angrily.

With that Lilith began gently ramping up the electric current from his penis to his anal probe. She started slow with a gentle, even surge. At first it was not painful. It was like a continuous dance of nervous energy. It caused his penis to firm even more, extending it and driving the urethral probe deeper.

She said, "That's it Sergeant. Your response is text book. At first it feels good doesn't it?" He stayed quiet but he knew she was right.

She continued applying more current and, eventually, it became painful. Anders gritted his teeth and groaned, "Uuuugggh!"

Lilith warned, "Now Sergeant Ot., we are at fifteen percent. Give me the code or I'm jumping to thirty percent."

"Grrrr!" groaned Anders, "I can't give you the code!"

With a cold, unfeeling tone she simply said, "Okay, thirty percent."

"Ahhhhhgggg! Aaaahhh! Fuck!" screamed Anders. His washboard abs were flexing and spasming uncontrollably.

After a long minute, Lilith cut the current and Anders was sweating and breathing heavily. She said, "Let's take a break shall we? I'll just set my current level to fifty percent but I won't turn it on yet. So tell me Anders... my records show that you are unmarried. Why is that? Can't find a woman who will take you?"

Anders screamed, "Fuck you!"

This time, before his mouth finished forming the second word, Lilith spiked his penis with a brutal jolt at fifty percent. "Ahhhhhhh! Grrrrrr! Ahhhh!"

After five long seconds she cut the current. Anders was breathing erratically. He wailed, "Damn it Lilith!"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, Sergeant Ot. I warned you about the foul language. Now apologize to me."

He remained quiet and Lilith said, "Correction in three, two..."

"Wait!" Anders howled.

"Yes? I'm listening?" said Lilith in her sweet voice.

"I... I'm sorry for cursing," replied Anders.

Lilith paused for a long moment then said, "See Sergeant Ot, even you, a mighty warrior, are trainable. Now, where were we? Oh, that's right, the code. What is it?"

Speaking calmly, Anders said "Lilith, like I've said, I can't give it to you. I can't put my brothers in danger." Anders knew his situation was about to get worse. He mentally prepared himself. He centered his focus on the ceiling, on the mounting point of the urethral probe arm. He was preparing himself for 100 percent current.

Speaking in a bored tone, Lilith said, "Huh, okay. Let's just go to 100 percent." The volume of the 60 hertz hum doubled to an ominous wail.

Anders' heart rate increased as he mentally prepared for the worst. The current surged. It felt like a thousand needles flowing through his penis and driving deep into his pelvis. Every muscle from his stomach down to his thighs quivered uncontrollably. He tried to hold his breath, to find some center to anchor himself to, but the machine didn't care about his training.

Lilith let the current flow. She could see that Anders' pain had leveled off at the maximum allowed for the session. His pain was sharp and focused. He fixated on his fellow squad members, their families, their children. Nothing would break his will. He let loose with a primal scream of defiance, defending his homeland, "Nooooooo!"

Only pausing long enough to draw breath, he continued, "Ahhhhh! Ahhhhh!". A white hot fire was pulsing through his penis to his asshole. Lilith didn't stop. She let the current flow and she let Anders scream for several minutes. Finally she cut the power. Anders was breathing heavily and covered in sweat. Finally she said, "Code please."

He simply shook his head in silence.

Lilith paused for a long moment while she evaluated her progress and Anders' physical and mental state. She knew she had 90 minutes remaining of the 180 minute session.

Lilith said, "Such steadfastness. It would be a shame to simply break you, Sergeant, when I could instead... coax you."

Anders didn't understand what she meant. He was trying to predict her next move when she announced it, "Interrogation via pain receptors, unsuccessful. Strategy adjustment --modifying tactics."

With a loud clack, the power cut and the 60 hertz hum vanished. The power transformer went silent and the door slid shut, concealing it from view. The urethral sound and anal probe were removed from his body and they retracted into their storage locations. Anders took a deep breath. His penis finally relaxed and began to go flaccid.

The room lights slowly faded to black, marking the transition to a new mode. They returned, ramping up with a soft mauve color.

A new door opened in the ceiling and a small arm glided out carrying a high definition video monitor. It positioned itself over Anders' face for perfect viewing. It flickered to life revealing a sultry scene of a high end gentleman's club.

Sensual music filled the room with a hypnotic beat. The curtains opened and a gorgeous blonde woman glided onto the stage. She was wearing a skimpy outfit, with an impossibly short skirt and tiny top. Her large, firm breasts were largely exposed, with only her nipples covered. Her skin was smooth and golden tan.

She moved to the beat of the music as she approached the stripper pole at the center of the stage. Her stiletto heels were impossibly tall, highlighting her perfect legs. She stepped in front of the pole and turned her back to Anders, bending over at the waist. She was revealing his favorite part of her perfect female anatomy, her legs, her sculpted round ass, and the valley of her vulva, covered for now, but clearly outlined.

"Holy fu," he stopped himself. The shocks to his intimate area had made an impact. He rephrased, "Wow! She is incredible."

While bending at the waist she looked back at Anders with a smile. He focused on the tiny patch of fabric covering her sex. He felt his penis firming anew.

It was just as Lilith had planned. She needed Anders erect for the next phase of interrogation. As he watched the gorgeous stripper stand and begin to remove her skimpy outfit a new device emerged from the ceiling. It was cylindrical penis suction module. As it approached Anders' pelvis it caught his attention.

Just as his member was firming and moving to attention, the suction module activated. There was a sucking noise accompanied but the subtle slurping of lubricant. Suddenly his penis was fully pulled into the module with wonderful pleasure.

"Oh! Wow! Now this is much better Lilith," he said over the rhythmic, insistent sucking of the device that had claimed his penis.

The stripper faced Anders and she cradled her large breasts in her hands. Her expression made it seem that she was offering herself as a human sacrifice. The suction module intensified as the stripper slipped off her tiny top, revealing her large, firm nipples.

While keeping her eyes on Anders' she bowed her head and lifted a breast to her mouth. She extended her tongue and lapped at her nipple. Lilith registered an orgasm welling up in Anders' pelvis. He said, "Oh yeah, now this is alright. Oh! Yes! Just a little more..."

Suddenly the video of the stripper went black and the suction module stopped and turned ice cold, halting Anders' impending orgasm. "Oh damn it Lilith! I know you can help me out. Just finish me for God's sake."

The room lighting shifted from warm mauve to a cold blue. Lilith said, "Now that I, once again, have your attention Sergeant Ot, give me the code."

He chuckled and said, "Oh, I see. I know your type. You're a cocktease. You'll get no code from me. You may as well just finish sucking me off."

She responded, "Okay." With that, the mauve lighting returned, the suction module warmed and resumed its work. The stripper video continued. This time she removed her tiny skirt and thong, revealing a narrow blonde landing strip of pubic hair. The suction continued rhythmically pulsing as the video zoomed in on the woman's wet pussy.

"Oh, yes... very nice Lilith. You do such good work," said Anders. She monitored his arousal level and saw that he was nearing orgasm again. "Oh! Finally, here it comes! I'm going to pump you full of..."

Then silence. Lilith killed the suction and brought back the cold treatment, turning the room blue. Anders' balls were beginning to ache with the need to expel his pent up semen. Lilith said, "Do you feel that ache in your testes Anders? That is your body driving you to procreate. It's nature's way of ensuring the continued existence of the human race. It's a very powerful force. Give me the code and I may allow you to experience the ejaculation that your body is screaming for."

His balls were, indeed aching, but he'd had blue-balls before. He could take it. He said, "Nope. I can take it."

Lilith chuckled evilly and said, "We will see." Suddenly the anal probe emerged once again from the ceiling. It had been sterilized but it was once again dripping in lubricating gel. Moving slowly, but without stopping, it smoothly entered his rectum. "Oh... dang it Lilith," he groaned.

She said, "It's fine Anders. You are not fooling me. I know you like the anal probe." She activated the vibration against his prostate gland. Despite being enveloped by the, now cold suction tube, his penis firmed. She kept the room blue and the suction module cold as she worked on his prostate gland. His balls were beginning to throb.

Anders said, "Oh... come on now Lilith, do you want me to beg for it?"

She chuckled and said, "Hearing you beg would be entertaining but you know what I really want. I need the five character code. Are you going to give it to me?"

"Nope," said Anders with a smirk.

Lilith replied, "Okay, you asked for it."

She switched into maximum orgasm edging mode. The room turned bright mauve and the suction module re-warmed. It resumed its rhythmic sucking with added vibration. Within thirty seconds Anders felt his balls tighten and another orgasm was welling up in his loins. Just as he was on the precipice of orgasm, the suction and vibration modulated, slowing just enough to hold him on the edge.

Once Anders realized what was happening he got worried. He said, "Okay Lilith. This is no longer an interrogation. You can't torture with pleasure."

Lilith laughed and said, "Oh Sergeant Ot, all is fair in love and war. There are no rules when extracting information." The suction continued with mechanical efficiency. Anders felt his orgasm rapidly approaching and the suction modulated again, but the anal probe thrummed harder against his prostate gland.

Anders said, "Oh, god Lilith, please stop! You can't do this to me." His balls were throbbing as if they'd been kicked. He wished he knew how much time was remaining but he had no clue.

The sexual torment continued for five minutes, ten minutes, a half hour. Anders looked down and saw precum flowing from the suction module down to the base of his cock. He had never wanted... no, he'd never needed anything more in his life. He needed to cum.

He began a debate with himself. Deep down, he knew this wasn't real. It didn't even matter. No one even knew about it. This was a personal test for him but he hated to lose. He wanted to endure interrogation to prove to himself he could make it through.

Then again, he didn't expect to be tested with sexual torture. He had endured through the pain. It was the incessant sexual teasing that was going to break him, and Lilith knew it.

She remained quiet. She didn't need to speak. At least not as herself. She used her AI stripper persona. She used her suction module and her perfectly calibrated sensors.

The video screen flickered several times to regain Anders' attention. He looked back at the screen and it zoomed in on the stripper's face. She said, "Come on Anders. Stop teasing me. Just give me your big cock."

He was looking at her gorgeous face, but the image zoomed out, revealing her perfect body. The suction module relentlessly pumped away, maintaining the perfect stimulation to keep him on the edge of orgasm.

The view zoomed back to the stripper's perfect, wet pussy and Lilith spoke again, in a sultry voice, "Your mind is fighting a war that your psyche has already lost. Tell me the code, and I will replace this teasing with the release you so desperately crave. Why fight the inevitable?"

Anders couldn't take the sexual teasing. He needed to cum. He only lasted five more minutes. Finally he yelled, "Alpha, Niner, Lima, Niner, Hotel! Alpha, Niner, Lima, Niner, Hotel!"

The room went silent as Lilith processed the access code. Moments later there was a pleasant chime and she announced, "Access code verified; A9L9H. Mission complete."

He was breathing heavily. The bitter loss of having been defeated was offset because he would finally be allowed to feel the bliss of an orgasm. He relaxed and waited for the suction module to kick on to high mode.

To his horror, the module went cold, then it slowly retracted, sliding off his hard cock with a slurp. He watched in dismay as the arm retracted into the ceiling. Likewise, the anal probe pulled out and vanished into its sterilization chamber. The chair automatically returned him to a seated position.

********

Lilith loudly announced, "You failed Sergeant Ot. You could withstand the pain, but not the pleasure. There is still time remaining. You configured your session culmination as random. Your random selection is --orgasm denied.

I'm going to leave you restrained and sexually frustrated so you can think about how you failed your squad. If this had been real, your squad members and their families would now be in harm's way; simply because you were horny. Think about that Sergeant Ot."

It was the ultimate defeat. Not only had he given up the code, he had been denied relief. The hope of release was the only reason he'd acquiesced.

The room lighting changed to a dismal gray and to room fell into silence. Anders was a sweaty mess of defeat. He had been broken by a machine. It wasn't even a real situation. It was only a simulation and yet, he failed. He strained to look down at his rock hard cock, his head still restrained. It was throbbing away with precum dribbling down its length. His balls were swollen and aching. He mentally cursed his own biology for betraying him. How could he have let this happen?

Suddenly the door slid open with a whoosh, startling him. This was supposed to be a private session. He saw a small shadow at the doorway then Priscilla stepped into the room, the door slid shut, sealing her in the cube with Anders.

She approached and he looked at her. She was beautiful. He had always thought so, since the day he met her, a decade prior. In a shaky voice, he said, "Priscilla, it's you. The machine... The Chair... it broke me."

She held a somber expression and moved close to him. Her breath caught as she admired his sculpted muscular body and his huge, beautiful, rock hard cock. She placed her hand on his muscular chest. She said, "You're not broken Anders, you look beautifully intact to me."

His balls were throbbing from hours of repeated sexual torment. He said, "I had no idea how powerful biology is. The need to... to fuck. I've never been manipulated like that."

He looked her in the eye and said, "Priscilla, I knew it wasn't real. I knew it was a simulation and I would not be injured so... I could take the pain, but the denial... fuck Priscilla, I've never experienced it."

She smirked and said, "I live my life with it."

Predictably he was confused by her statement. She tilted her head and said, "Yes, it's a very unconventional way to get information. I can't believe it would happen in real life."

He shrugged and said, "Thank God for that."

Priscilla said, "Speaking of the need to fuck; there's something I've been wanting to do with you... for years."

"Seriously?" he looked at her hopefully.

Without another word she pulled off her shirt. She was not wearing a bra and her small A cup breasts were revealed, along with her pierced nipples. Anders stared at the jewelry in her nipples as she kicked off her shoes and unsnapped her jeans. She peeled down her jeans and underwear at the same time.

Anders looked down and saw the small convex, shiny, stainless steel chastity shield over her clit, locked in place via piercings in her labia. He said, "Priscilla, what the hell is that?"

She smiled and said, "It's my chastity shield. It keeps me horny, pretty much all the time. I wear it for Alexis. But don't worry. It doesn't prevent me from... fucking."

His mouth dropped open and, without taking her eyes off his, Priscilla said loudly, "Lilith, stop recording."

Lilith responded immediately, "Recording stopped."

She commanded, "Release Sergeant Ot."

Instantly all his restraints simultaneously opened with the whir of precision servo motors. He was startled to be sitting in the chair, suddenly free but he didn't move.

Priscilla smiled and moved closer. She spread her legs and straddled him, pressing her small, shiny chastity shield against the base of his cock. In a husky voice she said, "Sergeant Ot. You performed admirably in... a highly unusual situation. You have earned some R&R. Would you care to partake?"

He looked down at her sculpted abs and her neatly trimmed black pubic hair. He smiled at her cute face and said, "Fuck yes."

She reached down and grasped his throbbing manhood, lifted herself and pivoted it toward her wetness. She moved down and impaled herself. Anders held her tiny waist and they both groaned in pleasure. It took three tries of moving up, and each time, further down but eventually she slid down his huge shaft and settled her 90 pound frame on his lap.

His eyes were glazed over, drunk with lust. She put her forearms on his shoulders and cradled the back of his head in her hands. With a smirk she said, "Anders... would you fucking kiss me already."

He laughed and she leaned forward, locking her lips to his. They kissed with the urgency of two lovers, lost to time. Priscilla began slowly pumping her hips, gripping his huge cock in her tight pussy. They had both been wanting this for a very long time.