Date: Fri, 19 Apr 2019 06:45:54 +0100 From: Stu Hadley Subject: First Hand School Chapter 9 Day 9. Machine fucked Themes include dildos, fucking machines and poppers. Average reading time: 10 minutes. If you've enjoyed reading this - or any story in the Nifty archive - please consider making a donation to keep this invaluable resource going. Any and every contribution is welcome. Thank you. ------ Now I understand what Carl meant by my real training kicking in. I thought things couldn't get any more extreme, but now it feels like I'm in a different league. However, after my fisting session yesterday I had honestly hoped I would get a little bit of time off. But no, there is never time for recovery... The absolute focus is the development of my cunt, and any time away from this goal means I might `relapse' or return back to having an asshole that doesn't resemble a whore's blown out pussy. Damn. I know being negative isn't helpful, but I've got to let off steam somehow. This is some seriously fucked up shit. I didn't want this life; to be some fucked up sex toy for queers. How am I meant to lead a normal existence with a hole this big? Who the fuck is going to want to sleep with me apart from the sickest and most twisted perverts? So... where did I leave off? Yesterday I was fisted, something I still can't quite believe actually happened. In fact if it weren't for the epic distension in my ass I wouldn't believe it at all. I spent the rest of yesterday evening thinking about how I felt. Shock. Guilt at enjoying some of it. An overwhelming feeling of my hole being over-stretched and over-abused. I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. When Carl came back I tried to talk about it, but he shut the conversation down pretty quick. Told me to stop being so sullen and embrace what had happened. Said that I should be glad. That every hole has muscle memory, and that my ass would never forget taking a fist for the first time. And that anyone who caught sight of my pussy from now on will know exactly what I'm capable of too. Fuck `em! I barely said another word to Carl all evening, even through another punishing circuit training session. Got to keep the pressure on apparently. By the end of the day I was totally spent and crawled into bed exhausted. For once I was glad that I was plugged and that I knew Carl wasn't going to make any sexual advances, I needed the time off. After a fitful sleep, the morning started off at double time. Eating, douching, showering and then being frogmarched to a room I'd never been to before. Carl shoved me in and told me that Trent would be with me soon. After hearing Trent's name I was fully expecting to have another dildo session with my personal `anal stretching therapist'. What confronted me was totally beyond my expectations though. The room itself was standard sex dungeon fare, something that I was getting very familiar with. Dark, wipe down walls and floors, the smell of ass and lube. None of these were the distinctive feature though. No, in the middle of this room was a gigantic, floor to ceiling, black metal cabinet, easily two metres square. One side was covered in glass, obviously to show off the internal workings... which I can only describe as looking like a vending machine for dildos. Except instead of shelves of toys, inside this machine were a series of carousels that rotated around the centre. It was as if the dildos of all my nightmares had been assembled in one place. It was arsenal of lumps and bumps, flared helmets, eye-watering flanges and painful spikes. Long, thick shafts with gnarly veins. Short, stubby stretchers with deviant ridges. I knew enough from my sessions with Trent to be deeply scared of what was on display. I walked around the cabinet, both out of sick curiosity but also to escape the horrific toy selection. On one side there were some obvious touch screen control panels, but it was the stirrup chair on the next side that was really ominous. It was secured on a heavy duty arm that jutted out from base of the cabinet, a side of the machine that also had several large panels that looked like they might open up when in use. None of this was looking good for my ass - it didn't take a fucking genius to guess what kind of training I was in for today... Once again I was struck in fear at how far I had come since `joining' the School. I didn't want any of this shit. The problem was that I couldn't escape any of it - the tutors were too strong, the facility too secure and all my protests fell on deliberately deaf ears. There was no way I could escape the physical changes being made to my body. The only thing that I had was my mind. If I could keep that intact - if I could resist their programming - then maybe I still had a hope of returning to normal life at the end of the month. I just needed to hold my shit together... Before I could reflect anymore Trent arrived. I immediately felt that he had a new resolve about him. It's a cliché but his entire body language cried out a `take no hostages and leave no prisoners behind' attitude. He got down to business right away. "Good, you're here, I like it when a student is eager" he said. Eager? Like fuck I'm eager! "Welcome to your first advanced machine works session. You're moving a little quicker through the program than I would have liked, but then I guess every cunt is different... Anyway, let's get that stretcher plug out of your pussy and we can get you in the chair." Trent undid my harness, removed the plug and then nudged me towards the chair. I didn't want to get in, but what was the point of protesting? I couldn't control this anymore than I could control the weather. I could only control my reaction to it. I just needed to be stoic and rise about it all. I slowly climbed into the chair and Trent started to tighten the multiple leather straps and buckles around my calves, thighs, chest and arms. I wasn't a stranger to this, but somehow they felt much more heavy duty that the ones in Trent's classroom. I couldn't move a muscle and once again my ass was completely vulnerable. Trent then attached a thick rubber gas mask to my face, connected by a long corrugated hose pipe to the machine. I immediately felt slightly claustrophobic, and I wasn't reassured that I could smell the faint tang of poppers. Trent made the anticipation worse by saying that although he didn't approve of poppers, he felt that today I was going to need all the help I could get. Great. Although my vision was slightly obscured, I could still see the machine looming in front of me. Trent walked to one side and pressed a large, red button. The metal cabinet immediately came to life and hummed with evil intent. A panel directly in front of me slid aside to reveal a large, flatscreen TV. It flickered to life and in moments the words `CuntMaster3000' were bouncing around the screen in the style of a retro screensaver. Underneath the logo it said `A hole new reality'. It was cheesy as fuck but did nothing to diminish the feeling of dread that I had from being strapped to this obvious instrument of ass destruction. Nothing of what Trent said next reassured me either. "Congratulations Bobby, you're now sitting in one of the finest ass training devices in the world. The CuntMaster3000 is a spectacular piece of kit that's the envy of all inspiring bottomcunts the world over. I just know you're going to love it! This machine is going to completely level up your training. It does that by removing the fail safe mechanism of having a human tutor who might show unnecessary and uncalled for compassion in stretching you out. At your stage of progression we give those duties over to a machine that has no sympathy or regrets. It simply exists to give you the best possible ass workout - 100% automatic, non-stop, industrial, machine-grade fucking. It never tires, it never slackens and it never takes no or slow down for an answer..." Fucking hell. Somehow this was exactly what I was expecting and yet far worse than my imagination. I was doomed. I could see Trent making some choices on the control panel before I heard one of the carousels whirring and other mechanical noises coming from the giant cabinet. Trent told me he was going to give me a quick demo so I knew what to expect, and with that a tall vertical panel opened up in front of me to reveal a heavy-duty robotic arm. At its base was an articulated hinge and at the top an obscenely thick, brown and realistic looking dildo. Trent told me that it was a favourite of his from one of our earlier sessions. It was called BAM and amazingly it was based on a black porn star with a dick about 13" long and 3" thick. It was obvious that it was detachable and could be swapped out for any one of the toys in the evil carousels. The arm lowered itself down from its hinge and loosely pointed itself in the direction of my chair. The machine then started pinging and several narrow beams of red light started traversing backwards and forwards across my butt. The light movement and the pings got faster and faster until the machine sounded a continuous tone. It had locked on to my hole! With a smooth swooping motion the arm quickly aligned itself to be at the perfect angle of attack for my defenceless hole. I heard the machine give confirmation of my fears: `Cunt acquisition complete. Ready to annihilate. Do you wish to proceed?' I barely had time to protest underneath the thick gas mask before Trent started talking again. "The CuntMaster delivers its stretching power through the laser-guided robotic arm currently poised to enter your pussy. Inside the arm is a heavy-duty piston that can extend and retract the dildo attachment a full 12" in length, at up to 200 strokes a minute. As you'll have seen from the targeting system, the arm is constantly aligned with your hole, so it doesn't matter how much you struggle or shy away, the dildo is always going to find its target. It's not programmed to miss. The dildo currently attached to the arm is one of 96 available to the machine, drawn from our four categories of toys: openers, stretchers, wreckers and saboteurs. I'm sure you'll have fun feeling the difference! Each toy has a central cock tube that carries fresh lube from a five galloon container straight into your hole. It may get messy, but trust me, when you get up to the high speeds you're going to be grateful for the constant supply. Friction is not going to be your friend today. Now let me show you for real." He pressed a selection on the screen and the fearsome dildo extended towards my hole. The head was already covered in some of the bottomless supply of lube, and in moments it had started forcing itself into my pussy. It didn't matter that the toy was gigantic and I wasn't ready for it, the machine mercilessly broke through any resistance I had. It stopped about halfway inside, before starting its long retreat and then advanced forward again. It was slow - sedate almost - but it was fucking with me with millimetric precision. Trent then demonstrated how the stroke length could be changed (fucking hell! the full extension of 12" felt as if it was ripping my insides apart, whereas a seemingly easy short stroke of just one or two inches felt designed to quickly wear down any remaining resistance my pussy lips had) and that the speed could be changed in a heartbeat (the sheer brutality of the high speed demo was almost impossible to bear, I felt as if my cunt was in danger of being burnt out). In addition he also showed me just how fast the dildo attachment could be changed and cleaned. As it was all robotic and computer controlled it was done in seconds. The arm retreated into the machine, the existing dildo was decoupled, cleaned and a new one immediately attached. The automation was frighteningly efficient and obviously designed to give my poor hole no time for respite whatsoever. By now a fat, brightly coloured toy with a wicked flanged head was being pumped in and out of my ass with sickening regularity. Trent choose this moment to drop the absolute bomb of the day. "Anyway, that's the science bit done. Here's the more exciting part... Whilst you may be thinking that this machine is nothing more than an impersonal and highly efficient hole stretching device, its true purpose is far more sophisticated. In fact, this machine is designed to completely reboot your sex drive. Keeping you in that cock cage has helped you focus on your hole as the primary source of your sexual pleasure. However, Carl and I think we need to double down on that. In fact, we want to remove any remaining sex drive you might have in your dick. Yes, that's right... this machine has the power to change the way you cum, the way you wank... hell, for you even the very definition of sex is going to change! After a few sessions being machine raped your inner cunt muscles are going to be so alive with sexual feelings that you'll crave anal stimulation above all other. Simple manipulation of your worthless dick won't do it all for you anymore. From now on it's going to be 100% cunt!" What the fuck?! No matter how many times I thought I was done being shocked, this School and their diabolical program could still surprise me. What the fuck were they doing to me? Making me a eunuch with only a hole built for pleasure? How the fuck could my mind possibly resist this head-fuck? "Now, all of this is controlled by a state of the art set of computer programs, timed to match specially selected porn that will play out on the screen in front of you. The porn isn't essential, but we find it helpful to really reinforce the rebooting of your hole. For example, program 12 is designed to get you used to depth - a series of long slender toys with bulbous heads and tapered shafts. The session lasts about three hours and the stroke length gets progressively deeper as you're opened up. Program 34 on the other hand is a punishment drill, designed to be high-speed take down of your cunt - it's a non-stop barrage of wreckers and saboteurs. Ribbed, veined, spikes... you name it, it's all there. Anyway, we'll get to all of that in good time. Today is about fast tracking your hole development. I'm sure you'll be pleased to hear that Carl has created a program specially for you. Ah, here it is! See you later kid, enjoy yourself." With that he laughed, pressed the control screen one last time and walked off. The machine immediately whirred into action and announced `initiating program BobbyKuntMaximiser, destruction commencing... now'. Fuck! I was left alone with that thing for 8 fucking hours solid. I was relentlessly machine raped with a phalanx of toys so large I can't possible describe them. Carl's program though? That was so sick that I'll remember it forever. It was an 8 hour supercut of me being fucked, ploughed and fisted - the highlights of every sexual encounter since I arrived at the School. All played out in high definition and every thrust on screen of a cock or fist perfectly timed to the machine invading my ass. I say highlights but I'm not so sure. The film definitely seemed to have two extremes. On one side there were the clips where I could see that I was really struggling to take a dick - like the time Carl first took my cherry or when the fuck train really got going... but on the other hand there where loads of clips of times when I had completely caved and not thought about the consequences. Like when Carl was virgin fucking me hard and I shouted out "please Sir, fuck me! Fuck my boyhole, use me!" Or when I was on my 50th or 60th load during the fuck train and I moaned with complete dicklust "please fuck me, I need more cock..." or that time that Trent was harness fucking me with the Choad dildo and I screamed "fuck me harder, I need that rubber dick in my pussy!" The duality of the two different clips scared me. Pain always gave way to pleasure. Watching myself I could feel myself being altered. In the darkest corners of my mind the pain clips were secretly turning me on, knowing it was those moments that seriously opened me up, that stretched me out and meant I was ready to experience the earth shattering feelings that came next. Everything became centred around the feelings in my hole. The machine was relentless and the visions of me being fucked and fisted kept on coming. I went from being shocked at seeing me on screen to being deeply turned on by the action playing out in front of me. The hot, swarthy bodies, the sound of sex, the constant parade of giant cocks (and the non-stop thrusts of the dildo arm invading my hole), the automatic hits of poppers straight to my gas mask, the never-ending fuck dialogue of the School's tops messing with my head... All of it combined to form a tidal wave of sensations in my cunt. Whatever the punishing stretch, whatever the irreversible effects of the mechanical dildos, this moment - right now - was all pleasure. My hole was literally alive with cunt contentment, it was literally telegraphing the joy of sex straight to my core. 8 hours is a hell of a long time though. No matter how many hits of poppers I could feel myself beginning to tire and be worn out by the emotionless machine. I began to fear each thrust and I was desperate to escape. Whether the CuntMaster sensed this or not I have no idea, but things suddenly shifted gear. The hard rubber toy I'd been pussyrammed with was swapped out for one made of a much softer and more malleable material. The head of the dildo changed to a flared helmet that raked my prostrate with every deep thrust. The amount of lube being pumped through the dildo seemed to double too, so much so that it was gushing out of my hole. Unbelievably the speed of the fucking changed too: my ass and prostate were being hammered! There was no time to think of being tired or worn out, there was just my ass and the porn on screen: an epic montage of Carl's hot body fingering, fucking and fisting me. The feelings in my cunt were earth shattering! Suddenly my gas mask was filled with a new aroma of what I can only guess were super smooth, extra-strength poppers. It was unreal! I could feel the pressure rising inside of me and before I knew it I orgasmed through my fucking pussy! My body shook with waves of pleasure... I could feel the cum dribbling out of my soft cock, but no orgasm from wanking had EVER felt like this. This was an all over body orgasm, in a league of its own. I can only describe it as being a genuine pussygasm. Fuck! Thankfully the machine slowed down and I was suddenly left alone with my feelings. What the fuck had just happened to me? What had I let myself experience? I had started the day off saying that I was going to resist, and yet I had ended up doing the exact fucking opposite! Despite the pleasure, all I felt was guilt. This machine was taking away my sexuality and I was letting it do it. I was letting it turn me into a pussyboicunt. My hole felt battered and bruised. It was a huge relief when the machine finally spun down completely. Just how many of these sessions could I endure? It stopped with the machine selecting a new stretching plug (of course!) and inserting it inside of me. Moments later Trent arrived. He seemed mightily impressed with the lagoon of spent lube pooled on the floor. I was too exhausted to talk, and I simply let him remove the gas mask and my restraints without saying a thing. One thing jolted me out of my stupor though: as Trent was locking the new plug to my cock cage harness he noticed the cum drooling from the end of the metal tube. "Sweet! The machine fucked the cum right out of, eh? That means the reprogramming is working. You must be feeling proud kid." Fuck, I didn't know what to think. I was led back to Carl's room and I collapsed in a heap. -------- Next: Bobby finally gets with the program... ------ Comments and suggestions welcome at stuhadley77@gmail.com