20 Years and Light Years Ahead Pt 2 [Sci-Fi][Body Modification][Orgasm Torture]

After completing my morning tasks, I was free to enjoy myself until Master was ready for me. As always, I headed straight for the hollow shed. I was in the middle of developing a living novel based on the world I'd been creating since I was a child.

Lately, I had been trying to perfect my main antagonist's personality. I really want him to be charming, he's meant to be mysterious and seductive, tempting the player to turn against their set moral compass. Instead, he seems to just keep coming across as an asshole. Which, I suppose he is... but he's misunderstood! I can fix him!

I was engaging in a sample emotional conversation to try and pinpoint what was off about his mannerisms, when mid sentence he froze and began to shudder.

I let out an exacerbated, "Fuuuuuck," when hands grabbed my waist and chest from behind in a firm, uncompromising embrace. I jumped as his lips brushed against my ear.

"Good morning to you too, Pet"

"Sorry Sir, good morning Sir," I said with a nervous giggle. "You scared me. I thought the system broke again, last time it took two days to find what was wrong with it. Well, I guess it did technically break, it's just not made to handle two players right now. I mean maybe I can add that later, but that adds a whole lot of variables I need to account for in the plot and that amount of rework just isn't the vibe right now. Maybe I can add that on once it's done. I still need to finish-"

Master cut me off, bringing his hand to my mouth, letting a single finger slip in to stroke my tongue.

"It's okay Pet, quiet. I was just teasing."

He guided me to turn around and face him. Looking up into his eyes made my legs weak, all the desperation I had supressed after my shower coming back with a force.

"If you'd like to discuss your project later, we can. But first, you need to service me." He placed his hands on the top of my shoulders to guide me down.

"Yes Sir, of course Sir," I automatically replied as I fell to my knees, opening my mouth wide and extending my modified tongue. It fell well below my chin, several inches longer than an ordinary tongue. It featured additional knobs along the center, textures to enhance the pleasure of my performance, along with a light increase to saliva production to help endurance. Thankfully, we had been able to increase how wide my jaws could open as well, allowing me to take much larger insertions than in my unmodified days.

My Master revealed his cock, large and throbbing with anticipation. I excitedly wrapped my tentacle-like tongue around his length, tasting that wonderful musk, as I moved my head forward to take him in my mouth. I moaned in delight as he filled me and a drop of his delicious precum hit my taste sensors. Moving in rhythm with his hips, I helped him face fuck me, keeping my tongue moving, twisting and caressing him as we moved together. With the extended length, I was able to wrap my tongue around his shaft while using the tip to focus on the head. As we picked up speed, I felt him tense and twitch with an approaching orgasm. I tightened my grip on him and prepared myself, and with a throb I could feel the cum making its way through his member, bursting into my mouth and down my throat. After a few moments for him to finish, I unwrapped my tongue, using it to lick from the base of his cock, up along the bottom, to the top of his head, getting those last few precious drops of cum to leak into my parted lips.

With a deep exhale, my Master announced "Good Pet. Very good Pet." The unused organ caged in my panties throbbed longingly.

"Now, I have a wonderful surprise for you my Pet." He reached down to grab my neck, pulling me to my feet as he tightened his grip. With is thumb and middle finger on either side of my mechanical throat, he pressed in two buttons, one turning off my breathing simulator, the other limiting blood flow to my brain. Each was designed to function at the perfect level, giving maximum sensation without risk of permanent injury, and could be left applied for up to 24 hours, when my system reset would default them back to on. This of course could be modified, but I kept it at this level to protect my own sanity. I may not have needed to breathe anymore, but a lifetime of it makes not doing so quite uncomfortable.

I gasped for breath, which of course would not come, but was such a reflex it had never faded. I think Master would have been sad if it did though, he loved watching my desperate attempts to overcome what had been programmed into my very being. My eyes met his as I squirmed in his grasp. He smiled at my agony, leading to further pulsing in my cage.

He called out clearly,
"Computer, save and close current file, then launch dungeon, format 3."

As the holoshex worked it's magic around us, my head strained, pressure building as it was deprived of its needs. Around us, walls erected and details filled into the room. Lights tinted red, visibility was limited, but there was clearly a wall of supplies along one side. In the center of the room sat a simple king bed, with black silk sheets and a few comfy pillows. With what little thought I could manage through my gasps, I wondered what this could possibly be for.

With his hand still firmly on my neck, Master guided me to the bed. As my legs hit the base, he gripped me tighter, activating both buttons to disengage the choking simulation. He then pushed me onto the bed before heading to the wall of tools. After grabbing a few unknown items, he returned to the bed. Looking down at me, he smirked as he spoke.

"Now, Slave, you are not allowed to cum. Repeat that back to me."

"I am not allowed to cum, Sir."

"Good girl, now take off your clothes, lay down, and spread your legs wide for me."

I did as he instructed, placing my hands behind my back and spreading my legs wide for him. He then sat in between my legs and presented the key to my cage. I quivered merely at the sight, prompting a chuckle from him. He reached down and began unlocking me. As he pulled my cage away, revealing my engorged, throbbing clit, he gave it a flick. I moaned loudly. He began to rub circles into it, quickly building me towards my limit.

"I wonder, how exactly are you going to keep yourself from cumming while I torture you if just the slightest touch gets you there?"

"I will try my best Sir."

"Of course you will, but it was a rhetorical question, silly slut. You don't know the answer, because that is the surprise"

He adjusted speed and intensity to get me even closer, watching each movement carefully. I began to twitch as my orgasm approached. I whimpered as it built until I knew I could not take any more.

"I'm close Sir"

He grinned widely. "Oh, are you?" He picked up speed. I squirmed and moaned as the sensation peaked, waiting for him to pull away, or for the orgasm to crash into me. Instead, it only continued to grow in intensity. He kept it up far past where I thought I would give in, and I began to breathe faster as I panicked in confusion.

"I bet you're wondering where your orgasm is, aren't you slut? You would have cum even without permission if I kept going, so naughty. Good thing I have taken measures to prevent you from cumming without permission, ever again."

I gasped and moaned as I processed his words.

"P-please... Ex- plain Sir."

"Oh, now you ask so nicely. Well, sweetheart, while you were asleep last night I uploaded a fun new protocol to your interface. When activated, it shuts down your ability to cum. You get all the sensation, all the chemical build, but without any release. At least, no release until I say so. You see, all I need to do now is annouce 'You are not allowed to cum.' and your body will obey. No need to rely only on your mental resistance anymore. And I don't need to hold back."

I squirmed desperately as the sensation became overwhelming, beyond anything I could have imagined before. More than an orgasm, and not fading in the slightest. I involuntarily jerked away from his hand, hoping for a moment of repose. Instead, the feeling remained, the beyond-orgasmic pleasure wrecking my mind and body. I expected to be pulled back into position, but instead Master just laughed.

"You can flee all you want, Slave. You won't get anywhere. You really think you can walk in that state? I bet you couldn't stand even if I ordered you to. No, you are stuck, mine to torture, with no reason to stop. All the tools I could need, your wonderful cybernetic body, and plenty of accelerated healing solution for your pod tonight. We have quite a few hours until dinner. Maybe I'll let you cum after that."

--- (original break to part 3 but combining them now)

Laying on the bed, a squirming and moaning mess, I listened as my Master went to grab items from outside of my view. Slowly, I felt my unending orgasm fade down until I could finally catch my breath. His heels thudded against the simulated linoleum floor, indistinguishable from the sound it would make in reality. I couldn't help but clench my legs as I heard him returning to the bed.

His strong voice echoed across the room,
"First, my darling slave, I'd like to continue your brainwashing program. With the bonus that now, I can pleasure you. The entire time."

I quivered as he came back into my view, standing above me with my favorite gag. From the outside it appeared to be a ball gag, but on the inside it was a perfect mold of my Master's beautiful cock.

"No need for you to spare any thoughts on trying not to cum, I have that taken care of. Which also means, you don't need your mouth to tell me when you're getting close."

With that, he crouched and placed the gag into my mouth, pressing it deeper, slowly and steadily, giving me a chance to run my tongue across the full length. As the tip pressed into the back of my throat, the ball forced my jaw slightly wider and, after it's widest point passed my teeth, settled onto my tongue. I let out a moan as my Master wrapped the straps around my head, securing the cock deep inside me, and clicked a small lock into place. There would be no removing the gag without his key, built into the index finger of his cybernetic arm, which was used to secure all our locking equipment. While I originally would have been unable to breathe with his full length in my mouth, my respiratory system stopped relying on that action many upgrades ago. As such, I could be gagged for many hours with no issues.

Next, my Master placed a headset over my eyes. It was a thin, sleek mask, designed to be lightweight while maximizing immersion, and has several straps to secure it, so even my thrashing could not get it off. The screen lit up with the brainwashing program he had crafted for me. The video flashed instructions over a spiraling image, telling me to behave, to serve and obey, to be the perfect pet. Already I found my mind drifting away, the spiral fading into the background, my thoughts coming less frequently. I drifted deeper into subspace and surrendered myself to my Master.

His hands began caressing my body. Running along my sides, up to my chest, where he firmly kneeded my breasts. I attempted to moan again, though it came out as barely a gurgle. The pressure on what was left of my flesh was as pleasurable as it was overwhelming, in the best of ways. My mind flooded with endorphins as it reacted to the pain, guiding me even deeper.

I was shocked back for a moment as my nipples were firmly pinched. While I could not see, I could tell it was clamps rather than my Master's hands. The pain was steady and sustained, with firm rubber nubs securing them to my sensitive flesh. While the clamps continued to create that wonderful burning sensation, I couldn't help but fade back into thoughtlessness, the flashing spiral filling my mind completely.

Finally, I felt my Master settle between my legs, forcing them apart and securing them using his own.

"Hands behind your back, slave."

I obeyed immediately, sliding my arms underneath me and laying down on them. It was the simplest way to keep them out of the way, and required nothing but my dedication to maintaining my position.

He started stroking me, softly, teasing around my most sensitive parts, caressing the edges, lightly stroking my entrance, before sliding a finger inside of me. He curled his finger upward inside of me, massaging my good spot, making my clit start to throb. As he continued, my body started to act on its own, squirming against his legs in a failed attempt to find relief from the overwhelming pleasure. In response, he tightened his hold on me, restricting my movement completely.

"You better not be resisting me, slut." he growled as he pressed another finger inside of me. I arched my back and moaned, loudly enough it was actually discernable through the gag. I tried to relax my legs and spread them wider, to make sure he could feel my efforts to obey.

"Good girl."

I felt my smile through my gag as I let my body relax completely, surrendering to his hands. He started to rub my sensitive insides more firmly, placing a hand above the one inside me and pressing down. The pleasure intensified, but I focused on keeping my muscles relaxed and maintaining my position.

"Yes, very good girl."

With his free hand, he reached up and removed the clamps, one at a time. Each release of pressure made a burst of sharper pain, before it settled into a dull ache. After both were removed, he rubbed my sore nipples. Each one rolled between his fingers while he continued massaging inside of me. I couldn't help but shiver at his touch.

He started to slide a single finger down my chest, my stomach, my hips, until it came to rest directly on my throbbing clit. He began to press light circles into it, forcing another deep moan from me. I lost focus on remaining relaxed, my legs fighting against my Master again. He immediately removed the finger from my clit.

"Ah ah, no moving slut. You know better."

A firm strike hit my clit, making me jolt.

"And you moved again. Come on slave, focus. No moving. Relax your body, give in to me"

I took a deep breath and forced myself to rest again.

"Good, now stay."

He smacked my clit again, but I managed to maintain my position.

"There you go. Good girl."

He brought his finger to rest on my clit again, continuing his slow circling, until I felt my orgasm approaching. Yet, we both knew it would not arrive, not until he decided it was time. I drifted peacefully on the pleasure, knowing it would not end, embracing the ecstasy I was gifted.