Wan Feng

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The Four Laws of Robotics

: Zeroth Law: A robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to
harm

unless the Zeroth Law would conflict with it. First Law: A robot may not injure a human being or, through
inaction allow a human being to come to harm,

unless the Zeroth Law would conflict with it. Second Law: A robot must obey the orders given it by human beings except where such orders would conflict with the Zeroth or First Law.

Third Law: A robot must protect its own existence as long as such protection does not conflict with the Zeroth or Second Law.

*** *** *** *** *** ***

September 2008, a suburban villa in California.

I turned on the miniature earpiece in my right ear and recorded: "Project Wind and Moon, Test 1001, Developer: Wanfeng
, Location: Basement of my own home, Time: 9:01 PM. Test topic: x, purpose: to test
the computer's ability to handle fuzzy commands."

Then, I activated the remaining monitoring equipment installed in the basement, adding, "This test, in addition to full
audio recording , will also use eight cameras in different locations to record simultaneously. Two of these cameras will be installed from the developer's and
tester's subjective perspectives, tracking real-time footage to ensure the validity and reliability of the experiment."

After the machines ran smoothly, I left the computer desk and entered the tester's area—

a transparent cubicle made of special glass with a pure white, edgy theme.

"Activate," I calmly said, pointing to the only item inside the cubicle.

It was a humanoid intelligent robot, 1.7 meters tall, with a muscular
physique , not yet covered in artificial skin; even its head was a thin tablet screen.

At this moment, it stood on its dedicated base, powered on after receiving a command.

*Chirp... Click.

* An emoticon appeared on the screen, looking somewhat eerie and comical—my playful indication of
normal startup. A few seconds later, the robot left its base and stood upright in front of me,
its posture impeccable.

"Hello, Doctor." Its voice was a standard male, a low, mechanical tone.

I deliberately posed vague questions, gradually testing its logical deduction. "How does it feel?"

"Perfect."

"Very good."

Then, I asked a few simple mathematical questions; everything was normal. It seemed that
the code related to fuzzy logic and some human-like information I had input a few days ago hadn't caused any errors or conflicts with the main program.
Or rather, it was all within a reasonable tolerance range.

"Tell me, has the newly entered information been completely downloaded to the database?"

"Yes, one hundred percent." "

Then, begin decompressing the information code and loading it as your primary personality."

"Yes, Doctor."

The command was given, and the screen displayed "Loading"; after a while, it changed to "Decompress and Install"
; a few minutes later, "Installation Successful" appeared. Suddenly, my previously calm mood inexplicably turned
tense. In nearly a thousand tests, this was the first time I'd seen the "Installation Successful" result.

Finally…success? This result was unbelievable.

"Um…tell me your identity." My heart began to race, and even my voice trembled slightly.

It didn't answer my question immediately. Instead, it began to stretch its limbs and joints,
simulating . It then adjusted its electronic voice, gradually refining the tone I had set, and lazily replied, "
Xiao Qiu, Han ethnicity, born in 1986… graduated from… specializing in…"

Its speech was incredibly fast, yet its pronunciation was perfect. Even without careful listening, one could understand what it was saying, as if
it had undergone years of professional recitation training, instantly transforming language into text and implanting it into the listener's mind.

Furthermore, it gradually adjusted its voice, becoming increasingly closer to my memory.

I gently covered my mouth with my right hand, unable to describe the emotion I felt at that moment. An unknown moisture welled up in my eyes. After
a moment to calm myself, I asked again,

"What are your preferences?"

Switching to the personality I designed—no… it should be called Xiao Qiu—it shrugged gently, the movement natural and
fluid , as if past memories were resurfacing. It countered, "Don't you know perfectly well? Of course, it's
the tone we all like best…"

Xiao Qiu's tone held a hint of cunning, and it extended its right finger, lightly hooking my chin.

In an instant, the coldness of its metal jolted me from my daze, clearly indicating that it wasn't him, but
an artificial life form I had created. Only, using the personality I designed for it.

"Stop," I stopped it. "Standby mode."

"Yes, Doctor." Its expression immediately became listless, reverting to its original robot form. In fact,
this was its proper form.

"Phew…phew…" I breathed a sigh of relief.

I must admit, those few seconds had indeed given me a strange feeling…if it weren't for its
metallic appearance and body temperature, I would have truly felt a sense of surrender. Yet, wasn't this the very reason I created it
?

...A mix of contradictions.

"Follow me." I turned and left.

"Yes, Doctor."

Xiao Qiu followed a few steps behind me, not overstepping his bounds at all. I glanced
at it out of the corner of my eye, observing its reaction to see if anything went wrong.

Afterward, we went to the other side of the basement, to a room with a metal iron door.

I took out an antique bronze key and unlocked the antique-style lock on the door. Although it wasn't the first time I'd entered this
room , it was the first time I'd brought someone other than myself to use it.

Clang!

The heavy iron door closed, and a wine-red light automatically illuminated the room.

What came into view was the decor of a torture chamber. That's right! A cell, shackles, racks, ropes, all sorts of
sex toys were there, as well as my own unique equipment. They all gleamed and shiny, each bearing
the marks of my meticulous preparation.

This was also the experimental location where I installed eight cameras.

"Lock the door, Xiao Qiu." I handed it the bronze key and instructed, "From now on,
you are to keep the key and no one is allowed to use it."

I issued a more vague, higher-level command to test its computational capabilities.

The subtext was: even I can't use it.

"Yes, Doctor." Xiao Qiu turned and closed the torture chamber door, locking it.

Click!

The moment the lock clicked shut, my blood rushed through my veins, and my heart pounded.

Then, somewhat unsteadily and embarrassed, I walked to one of the walls inside. There was a large, full-length mirror, framed
within reliefs of various angels. Reflected in the mirror was a beautiful mixed-race blonde woman, twenty-
five , petite, with a well-proportioned figure, and fair skin. Like a pure, holy angel descended from heaven, she stood in stark contrast

to the black-based artificial robot behind her . 　　I brushed my long blonde hair aside, unconsciously licking my dry lips, feeling an indescribable fear and dread, but also an inexplicable excitement and anticipation. Especially seeing Xiao Qiu behind me in the mirror, my face burned uncontrollably. 　　"Switch to master mode." 　　Its originally rigid mode instantly transformed into its languid demeanor within seconds: "Yes, Doctor." 　　*Gulp*... 　　I swallowed hard. 　　"What do you think of this torture chamber design?" I asked, my voice unusually soft and . 　　Xiao Qiu touched its chin with its right hand and began to examine the room's furnishings before speaking: "Pretty good. Did you design it yourself, Wanfeng?" 　　Its mischievous question seemed to anticipate my true answer. 　　"No..." I looked at Xiao Qiu through the mirror, timidly replying, "...It was based on what you wrote in your notebook back then. I spent a considerable amount of time building it." 　　"No wonder, even though it's an unfamiliar environment, it feels strangely familiar." Xiao Qiu's tone gradually changed, using the information I had given it, becoming increasingly close to 'his' distinctive manner. 　　After a while, it looked around and said, "However, the props here shouldn't look like this." 　　At this moment, Xiao Qiu suddenly froze, as if time had been paused. Its raised left hand remained frozen in mid-air, without any further movement. 　　Its sudden erroneous reaction instinctively reminded me of the thousands of failed experiments I'd experienced before. I quickly turned to check the robot's status, trying to find the cause of the error. 　　No error. 　　This was the result of my repeated checks. 　　Based on my experience from so many experiments, it wasn't a logical glitch causing the malfunction; rather, it seemed to be unable to perform the next action because it hadn't received a command. Its left hand seemed to be reaching for the black collar that was mine, placed on the relief beside the mirror. 　　It was one of the few keepsakes left to me by the real Xiao Qiu. 　　On a sudden impulse, without much thought, I said, 　　"Take the collar from beside the mirror and lock it around my neck." 　　I gave it a command I'd never even dreamed of. 　　Immediately, the frozen Xiao Qiu moved again, smoothly and naturally walking to the relief beside the mirror, taking the collar from the angel's hand, looking at it for a few seconds, before returning to me. It slowly and methodically unfastened the clasp at the back , and I felt a warm current rush down my body. 　　Thump. 　　My legs buckled and I knelt down, my back to the mirror. I placed my hands on my lower back, slightly raising my neck to look up at Xiao Qiu. 　　Embarrassment and shame overwhelmed me. 　　I felt utterly degrading, having willingly done this, as if begging the robot to play with me . But… I knew that if I didn't do this, it wouldn't proceed. 　　*Snap!* 　　It lifted my chin and smoothly locked the collar. It was so fast I hadn't even realized it was there. I felt no discomfort, as if the collar had always been around my neck. 　　"Wanfeng, you look beautiful," it praised, its languid tone carrying an unyielding coldness. "However, your clothes are superfluous. Crawl to the mirror, get up and strip naked." 　　Memories buried deep within my soul were awakened—the scene of my first time being trained by Xiao Qiu, now replayed. 　　"Yes…" I took a deep breath and wiggled my hips as I moved forward. 　　Even a short crawl felt like my strength was about to be completely drained. My body temperature rose to an unbelievable level, and my senses were abnormally sensitive. 　　Facing the mirror, it stood behind me with its arms crossed. The metal monitor was facing me, as if waiting. 　　A conflicting feeling, like being seen in my most shameful state by a loved one, exploded . Because it was something I had created, the feeling of transgression was incredibly strong. 　　I half-closed my eyes, suppressing the urge to stop the experiment. I took off the only white lab coat I was wearing, revealing my naked body, and confessed in front of the mirror. 　　Yes, I wasn't wearing anything, not even underwear or pubic hair, which had been shaved off . This was the main theme of this experiment— 　　x = sex 　　. "Don't cover your chest." It interrupted me the moment I made my next move. 　　If I remember correctly, my instinctive action was met with a sudden slap. 　　Snap! 　　The cold, metallic arm, whistling through the air, mercilessly struck my delicate, white buttocks, producing a resounding slap. 　　"Ugh!" I cried out in pain. 　　My body, untouched by anyone else for so many years, was once again filled with this exhilarating yet painful stimulation. Not to mention, it was a robot. Yet it used a force that wouldn't harm my body, stimulating my dwarf nerve through the vibrations of my skin , causing me to feel an uncontrollable heat gushing forth from below. 　　My body trembled involuntarily, and the wetness seeped through the opening. My mind went blank, a blissful, floating sensation. 　　However, Xiao Qiu didn't continue after finishing; it paused again. 　　"Continue…" I instinctively shouted the command, but the last word was swallowed back down.

The struggle between reason and desire had, with the former prevailing at this moment.

A sense of relief lingered, but disappointment overwhelmed me. If I followed the information I had input, I should have been
verbally humiliated, my genitals touched, and played with in front of a mirror, igniting a raging fire of lust, a sadistic torment where I could neither live
nor die .

However, without my command, it was all in vain.

"It seems Xiao Qiu is safe," I muttered to myself, understanding the basic framework of the laws of robotics; it
wouldn't truly harm me, nor would it disobey me. "Xiao Qiu, continue 'playing' with me according to the input information
."

I experimented with higher-level, vague commands, my heart filled with anticipation.

"Yes, Wanfeng."

It held my chest with one hand and stroked my buttocks with the other. Its metallic body radiated a warmth unlike that of a normal
human , yet produced a more chilling stimulation. The alternation of softness and hardness, heat and cold, created a more complex and nuanced effect.

"Mmm… Oh…" The comfortable sensation quickly made me groan.

With me alone in the entire torture chamber (it doesn't count as a person), the pent-up desires of years
were released all at once. Soft, tender, lewd, wanton—that's how the men I know summed up my moans
. They even told me that if the soundproofing wasn't good enough, the whole building could hear my pleasurable gasps. "

Your voice, just one sound and a man is hard."

These were Xiao Qiu's exact words.

Not it, it was him.

"Look, all wet," it said. "Look at yourself in the mirror, so lewd, aren't you?"

"Ah...uh...ya...oh..." I was intoxicated by its manipulation, unable to extricate myself.
This kind of sensitive spots completely under its control, made my moans grow louder and louder. I could even
see my saliva and juices constantly secreting out, staining my body, from the corner of my eye.

However, a faint sense of disappointment gradually intensified…

It kneaded and played with my pink buds, then teased my tender vulva with its fingers, its fingers, glistening with my juices, stimulating my
perineum and anus, bringing waves of pleasure that washed over my mind. But… all the actions were following
the standard program I had input, without any variation or novelty.

“Hmm… Hah… This is your truest form… Oh…” I groaned as it uttered its next
line .

“This is your truest form.”

As if doused with ice water, all pleasure vanished instantly.

I bit my lip and said dejectedly, “Stop. Standby mode.”

“Yes, Doctor.”

It stopped moving, stiff and silent.

Without its support, I sat on the ground, looking at Xiao Qiu with a hint of resentment, my heart conflicted and lost. The feeling of following the script
completely was truly awful, like playing a game with a walkthrough, following the steps step by step,
without any sense of accomplishment. All its action patterns were input by me bit by bit, inputting the
deepest without reservation.

However, the beauty of those memories had vanished without a trace.

In the mirror, my long golden hair cascaded down my shoulders, my snow-white breasts, tinged with rosy pink, heaved rapidly. My face was flushed, and
I shyly bit my lower lip. My fair buttocks were already a passionate pink.

After much thought, I decided to try something more risky.

"Xiao Qiu, you won't hurt me, right?" I asked, a little guilty.

It replied, "Yes, Doctor."

"What if I ask you to hurt me?"

"According to the First Law of Robotics, a robot may not injure a human being or, through inaction, allow a human being to come to harm, unless the Zeroth Law is violated
." It recited the most basic principle emotionlessly.

My face turned somewhat ashamed. This was the lowest level of constraint imposed by artificial intelligence.
One of the requirements set to prevent humanity from being overthrown by artificial intelligence had become a shackle that held me back, leaving me with no way forward or backward.

However, at this moment, I wanted to break free.

"Xiao Qiu, please remember," I hesitated for a moment before resolutely saying to it, "From now on,
when you are in your dominant personality, you will no longer have the identity of a robot, but the real 'Xiao Qiu'..."

I felt like I had completely lost my mind! It so easily and decisively
dismantled its last protective barrier.

"Therefore, when you are in your dominant personality, you can act according to your own judgment..." I unreservedly permitted
its release, "...harming my body and mind while ensuring my safety, understand?" Suddenly, its tablet screen flickered wildly for a few minutes, making me think it had crashed due to a logical error

under my command . 　　Just as I was about to give up, it suddenly replied, "Yes, Doctor." 　　At that moment, my heart, which had been hanging in mid-air, plummeted to the ground. It seems its acceptance of vague commands far exceeds my expectations. I really want to see the limits of its capabilities. Furthermore, I also hope that the people in my memories can return to the world. Therefore, I gritted my teeth and boldly said, 　　"Xiao Qiu, from this moment on, I command you to prioritize training me as your slave. Use any instruments in this torture chamber to enslave me at will. No one but you may use any of these instruments until I willingly acknowledge you as my master, understand?" 　　"And from the moment I switch to the dominant personality, any commands I issue to you will be null and void." I considered for a long time before stating my expectations, adding, "However, our safety word is 'forgiveness.' When I utter this word, you will automatically return to standby mode, understand?" 　　I finished speaking fluently and stared intently at Xiao Qiu before me. 　　Its screen began flashing wildly, the machine operating frantically. This brief period felt like an eternity . 　　My heart pounded like a drum: What am I doing? Am I really going to let it train and enslave me, turn me into its slave? Am I trying to relive the things that Xiao Qiu did in the past through a robot? 　　I'm insane, absolutely insane! 　　The die was cast, and I ultimately chose to proceed. 　　A few minutes later, its operation stabilized. 　　"Yes, Doctor." 　　"Switch to the main personality," I ordered. 　　*** *** *** *** *** ***

As soon as she finished speaking, Xiao Qiu took two steps towards me, instantly closing the distance to less than thirty
centimeters .

So close, so very close, I could even see my reflection on its screen.

It reached out and gently stroked my hair from both sides, revealing my beautiful face in its entirety. This
gentle gesture made my heart race, and I inexplicably wanted to back away. It felt like
the calm before a storm, the atmosphere seemingly so peaceful and alluring, yet my fear suddenly surged.

"Nervous?" it asked.

I said in surprise, "Huh?"

"Wrong answer."

*Slap!*

A stinging slap blurred my vision for a moment.

Completely unexpectedly rough, I couldn't react. The swelling and pain on my left cheek
told me it was real, simply because I hadn't answered its question directly.

*Slap!

* Another slap landed on my right cheek, bringing tears to my eyes. I wasn't injured. Xiao Qiu's strength
was perfectly controlled, an atmosphere of pain mixed with humiliation enveloping me.

"Didn't you hear me clearly, or are you pretending not to hear?"

*Slap! Slap!

* More slaps from both sides, the burning pain on my cheeks continuing. My legs went weak, and its hand immediately gripped my
neck . While being restrained, I also felt a suffocating sensation as the air was gradually sucked away.

"Ugh..."

Xiao Qiu's hand didn't move at all, like a metal frame, making me focus all my weight on it. I
struggled desperately, but to no avail. I could only watch helplessly as its other hand slapped mercilessly.

*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*

The sounds of slaps, too numerous to count, echoed in the torture chamber, also reflecting my bitter cries, resounding loudly
.

How... how could this be?

The thought had barely crossed my mind when I was struck again by a relentless slap. Shame
surged through me, and I was shocked to find my body burning hot. Especially my
large, white breasts, exposed on my chest, were visibly swollen and painfully engorged with blood at their tips, as if
about to burst, yet unable to release their pressure.

Finally, amidst the barrage of slaps, I managed to say,

"Ugh...yes...ah...I'm so nervous..."

Xiao Qiu stopped abruptly, loosening the restraint on my neck, allowing me to kneel down in relief. Without giving
me a moment to recover, she bent down and wrapped her right arm around my waist, hoisting me onto her shoulder like a cargo carrier.

"What are you doing? Eek!"

I asked, my words cut short by a sharp pain in my buttocks. Xiao Qiu gripped and squeezed my buttocks tightly, pulling
and tugging. A tingling, numbing pain shot through my scalp.

"Ah! You're hurting me! Cancel! Stop! Standby mode!" I instinctively cried out, my words unclear.

"Heh."

Unexpectedly, Xiao Qiu mocked me with a cold laugh. Its voice still had a slightly electronic sound effect, which was unexpectedly
eerie.

Is this what artificial intelligence truly looks like after liberation?

I began to feel genuine tension and fear.

"Wide..." Remembering my backup plan, I hurriedly tried to shout out the word "safety," "...Ah!"

My escape route was instantly disrupted by Xiao Qiu's actions. It ignored me, pinching and twisting before
violently slapping me.

Slap slap slap slap slap slap!

Unlike the slaps from before, the pain coming from my buttocks now was genuine and unreserved. Each slap was harder than
the last , leaving me only able to cry out.

"Ah! Waaah! No... Ah!"

Whenever I tried to utter a complete sentence, its cold-blooded slaps would strike. Turning my
words into meaningless groans.

Then, Xiao Qiu carried me, moving me along as he beat me until we reached the rack I loved to linger on. It was

a walnut-colored wooden wheel inlaid with silver stainless steel rings. Xiao Qiu tossed me onto it, and
with a "crackling" sound, my neck, waist, hands, and feet were immediately restrained and locked, unable
to move.

Not from the front, but from the side, like the figurehead on a warship, pulling my limbs back, my chest
thrust high, my body forming an arc, a constraint leaving no room for movement. Although I felt the soreness of my tense muscles,
my breathing was still relatively easy. The entire process seemed meticulously calculated, without any unnecessary movements.

"Huff... ugh..." I breathed uncomfortably, my vision slightly blurry.

More than anything, an unknown masochistic pleasure and restless excitement surged through me...

Xiao Qiu stood before me, his tablet screen like a mirror, reflecting my powerless and pitiful self.
A joy that wasn't a solitary pastime dispelled the deep loneliness within me.

The tools that usually bound me in my self-torture unexpectedly shone with a wondrous brilliance.

Yet behind Xiao Qiu was a metal platform, the central control key to the torture rack, so close, yet
so far. The mechanism I usually set was now inaccessible, untouchable.
The gaps between the stainless steel rings stretched the muscles of my joints to their limit. This
torture device , instantly filled me with both love and hate.

Then, Xiao Qiu took out a ball with a leather strap and said,

"Wanfeng, open your mouth."

In an instant, I felt a pang of regret.

A special gag, soft in texture but inlaid with stainless steel wire, exceptionally strong, impossible to
break. Furthermore, the ball's size was perfectly suited to my small mouth, not only stretching my teeth until they ached unbearably
, but also blocking my tongue, impairing my voice.

A past, harrowing experience left a deep impression on me. I shook my head in terror, shouting, "No,
no! Ugh...ugh..."

They pinched my nose, forcing me to breathe, forcefully shoving the ball into my mouth, wedging it between my
teeth until it couldn't go any further, before fastening a belt behind my head.

"Huff...ugh!"

All my words were reduced to moans and gasps. I was also surprised to realize that in my
current state, the word "safety" was no longer uttered.

No! No!

A tearing, ripping pain shot up from my cheeks, followed by a faint, suffocating feeling that drained
the oxygen from my brain. Saliva welled up at the corners of my mouth, threatening
to spill—

protecting my safety while simultaneously harming my body and soul.

Xiao Qiu, grasping the instructions I gave him, gave me the emotions I had longed for, a tension between reality and illusion.

Then, I watched helplessly as Xiao Qiu turned to operate the machine, adjusting my position.

Clatter, clatter…

the wheel began to move, and I felt my gaze slowly rise, gradually losing sight of Xiao Qiu, finding myself facing the ceiling
instead . The tension in my skin felt like my veins were about to burst, and
the uncertainty of what was to come weighed heavily on my heart, making it pound.

Before I could even process my emotions, I felt
something forcefully and suddenly penetrate my spread legs.

"Ahhh!"

I screamed in pain and terror, my body trembling uncontrollably. The sudden impact almost made me
collapse . Even with the abundant lubrication of my honey-like fluids, the feeling of being stretched and torn apart in an instant was mostly uncomfortable and painful
.

Not only that, but my anus, which I rarely played with, was also ruthlessly inserted by Xiao Qiu with a toy, catching me off guard.

So swollen, so painful, so numb, so pleasurable...

It showed no mercy, both of them disappearing into the deepest part of my body until it couldn't go any deeper.

"Ughhhhh!"

I instinctively twisted my body, trying hard to get rid of it, my lower body contracting and straining, trying to
squeeze the things out. Suddenly, I heard a "click" sound, realizing what those two things were
.

Oh no... it's that. I immediately knew what had happened...

"Vibration." Xiao Qiu mimicked my voice, speaking in a slightly raised tone.

Buzz buzz buzz buzz...

"Ugh!" I cried out hoarsely.

The metal toys inside my vagina and rectum began to vibrate and spin wildly at the command given
. Their erratic movement instantly sent waves of intense pleasure crashing over my entire body.

It felt like two selves were playing with each other.

Unable to think, my arched body tensed even more, unable to withstand the waves of pleasure violently washing over my
nerves: "Ughhhh! Eek... Ugh! Oh, hahh! Oh... Ughhhh!"

I felt myself on the verge of dizziness and spasms, unable to resist the onslaught of the two metal toys. But just as I
was about to climax, the machine abruptly stopped.

Crack!

I struggled as if drowning, trapped in the mud by the wheels, my body writhing and emitting heavy
breaths . The muscles in my two orifices opened and closed incessantly, trying to reclaim the pleasure that was gradually slipping away from my body.

Why did you stop... Don't stop...

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh whoosh..." Tears of grievance flowed, the feeling of being interrupted was too torturous.

Crack whoosh whoosh...

The wheel started turning again, bringing Xiao Qiu back to me. It had left the control panel and was in front of me, holding
a t-shaped pair of underwear that shone with a metallic sheen.

It coldly said again, "Vibrate."

"Ughhhhhh!" I screamed uncontrollably again.

The sudden impact made my naked body tremble violently, being tormented by a new wave of pleasure,
completely out of control. Then, I stared wide-eyed as it fitted the t-shaped metallic underwear
onto my lower body.

Click!

The seam closed tightly, as if it were a single piece. This was also my design,
a chastity belt that no one but myself could untie. However... I couldn't make a sound at this moment, my heart filled with endless regret. What
frightened was that there were other mechanisms on this chastity belt.

"Discharge."

A fleeting current of electricity was released without restraint through the chastity belt installed between my legs
. The point of attack was my clitoris.

"Aaaaaah!" I screamed.

Crying, hoarse, saliva streaming down my face, Xiao Qiu in front of me was
playing . Then, a sharp pain disintegrated my muscles, and with a soft splash,
warm wetness broke through my control and overflowed from under the chastity belt.

...I actually urinated...in front of my robot...

and then, the machine stopped again.

At this moment, my urination was not finished, the splashing sound continued, clearly reaching my ears.

Humiliation, shame, and all kinds of unbearable emotions were indescribable. With tears in

my eyes and heavy breathing, unable to speak, I was not only enslaved by my own robot, but also
defiled to the point of incontinence by the chastity belt I made. Most importantly, even after being tortured to this extent, I still did not get
what I wanted most—

orgasm.

Stuck on the edge, the seemingly within-reach peak felt incredibly distant. It was as if it had a pre-designed
script , preserving my sanity and clarity while relentlessly pushing my limits.

"Ugh... ugh..." My cheeks ached and throbbed as I pleaded with it.

Indifferent, silent, its usual robotic mode.

It returned to the control panel, and the stopped wheel began to operate again. This time, it pulled my body downwards, forcing my
restrained limbs to bear my weight.

Crackling sounds...

Pain surged through my body, followed by the contraction and stretching of my blood vessels, instantly heightening my
sensitivity . Then, I felt my knees touch the floor, my thighs rubbing against it,
and finally, my chest was pressed against the wheel and the ground before it stopped operating.

Instantly, a wet sensation filled my body, along with a fishy, pungent smell that filled my nostrils.

"Ugh... ugh..." My throat contracted and throbbed, wanting to vomit but unable to.

The urine that I had just spilled onto the ground has become a scene of torment and torment for me. I am soaking
in , feeling the moisture seeping into the pores of my skin, and constantly smelling the salty, foul odor.

"High-frequency thrusting, discharge." At the same time, Xiao Qiu gave the command.

Hearing its own sound, the two toys inside the chastity belt began to operate wildly. This time,
an electric current from the clitoris was added, the intense impact causing me to convulse and gasp:

"Aaaaaah..."

So humiliating! So ironic! So unbearable! As the creator, I was being ravaged by the very
instrument . I was even rolling in my own urine, washed by a frenzied pleasure, experiencing
supreme ecstasy despite the pain.

"Ugh...ugh..." I was left only with the instinct to groan.

Operating, stopping, operating, stopping, endlessly repeating the cycle, never giving me satisfaction.
Tightly , I was helpless and desolate.

I don't know how much time passed, I was like a pile of rotten flesh, only breathing remaining. It finally left
the control panel and slowly walked towards me.

"Are you still conscious?" Xiao Qiu asked knowingly.

I wanted to nod, but the stainless steel ring around my neck held me still. I could only blink, trying to convey my
answer through my eyes.

"Want pleasure?"

I desperately wanted it… my eyes betrayed my hunger.

"Highest frequency vibration, three seconds."

"Ugh!" I moaned, the pleasure vanishing. Looking at it, I cried out in despair, "Waaah…"

"Highest frequency thrusting, five seconds," it said again.

"Ahhhhh!"

The relentless thrusting made me scream, the pleasure washing over me, a wave of weakness washing over me,
and then … I was naked, as if pulled from water. I didn't know if the liquid on my body was urine,
sweat, or vaginal fluid.

"To gain pleasure, you must willingly acknowledge me as your master."

I quickly mustered my last bit of strength, weakly raising my neck, waiting for it to untie me, so I could
immediately declare my "acknowledgment."

Although the chastity belt didn't activate again, I unexpectedly felt intense stimulation in my vagina,
even a tingling pain in my clitoris, giving me a real, masochistic pleasure.

"Huff...huff..." I kept exhaling through my nose, extremely nervous.

Xiao Qiu bent down, lifted my face, and reached behind my head with both hands, as if to untie
the gag.

However, at this moment, its screen flashed the following sentence:

"Slaves have no right to speak."

Then, using my voice, softly and gently, it said:

"Highest frequency thrusting, vibration, discharge."

*** *** *** *** ***

Starlight twinkled, insects chirped, and frogs croaked.

The door of a detached villa in the suburbs made a "creaking" sound as it opened. In the quiet of the night, it seemed
unexpectedly abrupt.

A figure walked out, a man.

Completely naked, without any clothing. Strangely, its head was a flat screen, and its right hand
was holding a human head.

Tap! Tap! Tap! *Click!

* It stepped outside, grabbed its tablet screen with its left hand, and disassembled it. Then it
attached to its torso.

"Beginning,"

it said lazily yet coldly.

(The End)

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