The devices drove me to another shattering orgasm. There were three of them, and they were tiny - two disks with odd bumps and projections just covered my aureoles and nipples, and a similarly irregular trapezoidal box encompassed my hood and clit. They were stuck fast to my skin, somehow. When I had awakened to their stimulation in the white, doorless room, I'd tried to pull them off, and was rewarded with an intensification of the sensations that wiped out the line between pain and pleasure. I'd stopped almost immediately, nearly physically sick with the intensity of it, and just as quickly, pleasure was all that remained. It radiated from the metal objects all across my body - like they were wired to my spine, even right to my brain, but the feelings were most concentrated right in those most sensitive areas. That first time, as I lay too scared to move lest I provoke the more extreme reaction, the orgasm came unbelievably quickly - faster than my own most horny masturbations. I screamed and shuddered on the small bed until the stimulation stopped and allowed me to come down, panting and sweaty.

I rested for a time, still to scared to move, until the pleasure started again, not stopping until I'd cum again. This repeated more times; the time interval between each onslaught seemed to never be the same, never predictable. Exhausted and dehydrated after perhaps my sixth or seventh forced orgasm, the sharp, mechanical voice made me jump.

"Eat. Drink," it said. Groggily I raised my head to see a small panel in the wall had opened. Slowly, I moved to take what was offered. It tasted good, and I ate ravenously. The machine-voice commanded me to return the used containers to the niche and closed the panel, setting off the devices as the door closed, and giving me two orgasms in rapid succession.

I tried to explore the food delivery panel and the rest of the room for ways out, but whenever my actions became suspicious, the devices hit me with their lightning, as I quickly came to call it. It always resolved into orgasm inducing pleasure when I stopped the proscribed behavior.

The devices randomly hit me with pleasure for an unknown time. I slept, ate, woke, and came enough times to lose count of it all. It was hard to think about much else in the bare room - even contemplate the hows and whys of my situation. Then, after yet another screaming climax, the panel slid open to reveal a large, realistic dildo.

The machine voice commanded. "pleasure yourself".

I didn't know if I could. I hesitated too long, and received the lightning, which doubled me over. As soon as it stopped - not changing to pleasure this time- I reached for the fake cock with shaky hands. I worked quickly to avoid another punishment, lying on the bed and spreading my legs, pointing the shaft at my vagina and slidig it in my still-dripping pussy quickly. It felt good, even in the after-effects of my recent orgasm and punishment. I didn't know if I could cum with the dildo by itself. It didn't vibrate, and the metal contraption kept me from using my fingers to rub my clit, but I tried, fucking the cock in and out rapidly, willing myself to cum, anything to prevent the lightning from striking again. Too slowly, I feared, my arousal rose. And after more time, I succeeded, crying and cumming on the shaft on the machines orders. As I collaped back on the bed, the dildo still half in me, the devices came to life and forced another climax from my exhausted body in only a few moments more. My reward.

Time passed. The machine gave me more tasks for reward and punishment. It made me take a dildo in my mouth - down my throat. It made me sodomize myself - and cum while doing it. It made me fill my pussy and ass at the same time with objects of different sizes and shapes. I had to fuck my pussy my while I had bowel movement in my small commode, or shove something up my rear while I peed.

Every time I hesitated more than a moment, it gave me the lightning, no other reprimand was necessary. Every time I complied, it rewarded me with another orgasm. Nearly every time the deep mechanical voice sounded, my body thrilled with fear and sexual anticipation. My hesitations became fewer and farther between even as the demanded actions became more lewd and debased. I could feel my own conditioning take hold; knowing it was happening did nothing to stop it. I knew this was all leading up to something. I didn't know what it could be, but I feared it more with every new act, every forced climax. I feared it because I knew with a certainty I'd never before felt, that I would do whatever the voice told me to.