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Warning: The following story contains explicit, extreme, and potentially disturbing content involving themes of BDSM, chastity, humiliation, and sadistic cruelty. Please proceed with caution.
Back to The Chastity Clinic:
The Chastity Clinic’s heavy oak door slammed shut, trapping you in the sterile, flickering room. Your wrists and ankles were shackled in cold steel, your trembling beta body exposed under the harsh fluorescent lights. Nurses Amelia, Victoria, Isabella, Sophia, and Lydia, dressed in crisp, old-fashioned nurses’ uniforms—starched white dresses and caps—surrounded you, their eyes glinting with clinical malice. Your sadistic wife, Claire, stood smirking at the forefront, relishing the three-day, three-night torment she’d stipulated, far worse than your last visit, which had left you a sobbing wreck after one day. You’d introduced her to chastity and femdom games years ago, a Pandora’s Box you now cursed as it fueled her sadistic glee.
“Back for more, beta?” Nurse Amelia sneered, dragging you to the clinic’s centerpiece: a menacing fucking machine, its steel frame rigged with a textured silicone sleeve for your caged cock and two thick dildos—one for your ass, one for your mouth—all wired with sensors to edge you endlessly without release. “Your wife wants these three days to break you completely,” she said, shoving you forward. “You’ll regret ever suggesting chastity to her.”
Claire leaned in, slapping your face hard. “Oh, beta, those bedroom games were your idea, weren’t they? Now I get to watch you suffer and cum to your misery.” She nodded to the nurses, who moved with ruthless precision.
Nurse Victoria and Isabella stripped you bare, your tiny chastity cage leaking from the Viagra they’d forced down your throat, making your denied cock throb painfully. They strapped you to the machine’s cold frame, securing your limbs tightly. The sleeve clamped over your caged cock, its vibrating ridges torturing you with relentless stimulation. Sensors synced it to the lubed dildos poised at your ass and mouth.
“Open wide, worm,” Nurse Sophia barked, jamming the rubbery mouth dildo past your lips until it gagged you. The ass dildo breached you simultaneously, stretching you raw. Both began a mechanical, synchronized thrust, the sensors ensuring you stayed on the edge of orgasm but never crossed it. Nurse Lydia clipped electrodes to your swollen balls. “Stop sucking that dildo, and these will shock you senseless,” she warned. “Your wife demanded maximum cruelty. She’s dripping watching you squirm.” Claire, lounging nearby, moaned as her hand slipped under her skirt.
The machine whirred, the sleeve milking your Viagra-fueled cock, the dildos pounding your holes in rhythm. The torment was maddening—pleasure and pain blurring into agony. You sucked desperately on the mouth dildo to avoid shocks, your jaw aching, drool dripping. The nurses laughed, their starched uniforms rustling.
“Look at this pathetic beta,” Nurse Victoria taunted, cranking the machine’s intensity. “Three days—edged to insanity, fucked raw, humiliated. Your wife says it’s your punishment for being a worthless fool.” Claire’s moans escalated, her fingers working faster as you writhed.
Every three hours, the machine paused, granting a cruel “break.” The nurses unstrapped you, dragging you to a filthy corner. Nurse Isabella held a baby bottle filled with a vile mix of piss and water, forcing the nipple into your mouth. “Drink up, beta,” she sneered as you gagged on the bitter liquid, some dribbling down your chin. Nurse Sophia followed, spooning tasteless, lumpy gruel into your mouth, smearing it across your face with deliberate sloppiness. “Look at you, covered in slop like the pig you are,” she mocked. Claire filmed it, laughing. “My husband’s such a mess—perfect for my amusement.”
Back on the machine, the torture resumed. Hours blurred—sleeve vibrating, dildos thrusting, shocks zapping your balls when you faltered on the mouth dildo. By the second day, you were sobbing, begging around the rubber invader. The nurses degraded you during breaks, forcing you to drink more piss-water and eat gruel off their spoons, smearing it over your tear-streaked face. Claire recorded every moment, sharing it with her friends. “My broken beta,” she mocked. “You wanted chastity and humiliation. Now suffer for Is.”
On the third night, Nurse Lydia hung weights from your tortured scrotum, the pain unbearable as the machine pounded on. “Three days of hell,” she said. “Your wife cums to your subjugation. You invited this nightmare.” Another shock hit when you gagged, Claire climaxing to your screams.
As the final hour loomed, the nurses unstrapped you, your body raw, face crusted with gruel, mind shattered. Your cock, still locked and leaking, throbbed uselessly. Claire stroked your bruised cheek. “Good beta,” she said coldly. “But this is just the start. You opened Pandora’s Box, and it’s never closing.”
They dragged you to a cell, promising worse next time. Claire’s voice echoed: “Your suffering’s my aphrodisiac, hubby. Forever.”
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