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Ren Ceifer - Kinktober Day 8 - Sex Machine + Story
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Kit Bodega found the old computer in a corner of the abandoned room, covered in dust and with the CRT monitor still on. An old Flash game called Breeding Machine was running on the screen, one of those with simple graphics and an endless loop of a cat trapped in a mechanical chair. She chuckled softly, her ears perked up, took off her clothes to relax a bit, and clicked “Start.” The moment the cursor touched the button, the screen flashed green and the world around her dissolved. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer in the computer chair! She was in the chair from the game. The computer she’d used to launch the game was meant for traveling between games, and now she’s stuck here. Her body was now the game’s character.
Metal straps snapped shut around her wrists, ankles, and waist, forcing her legs apart. The seat was cold and hard. Above her head, a dirty, transparent glass tank bore the yellowed label “STALLION CUM,” half-filled with a thick, white liquid. Segmented metal hoses emerged from the base of the chair like tentacles. One of them bent and shoved a thick tube into her mouth, making it impossible for her to close her lips; another slid down between her thighs and thrust the warm silicone vaginal dildo all the way in; the third pressed the anal bead plug with gaps almost the same size as the beads, slowly stretching her ass until the vibrating base touched her skin. The motor started with a low hum.
The pace started out slow. The oral tube moved back and forth in her throat, forcing saliva to drip down her chin. The vaginal dildo thrust firmly, wet, hitting the cervix with every pulse. The anal plug spun and vibrated, stretching the ring. Kit arched her back, her claws scratching the metal of the straps, her ass wrapped around one of the supports. From the tank, the hoses pulsed. The first load of hot, thick cum flowed down all three channels at once: it filled her throat, gushed into her pussy with each thrust, and leaked out through the anal beads, pulling the beads out and pushing them back in, one by one, all smeared with cum. She came with her eyes rolled back, her belly distended as if she were a month pregnant, her body thrashing against the restraints as the tank emptied inside her. The anal beads came out feeling larger than when they went in—perhaps they were inflatable.
The cycle didn’t stop. The game restarted on its own. The thrusts grew faster, the anal beads went deeper with two more beads added, and the oral penetration went deeper down her throat. Another pulse from the tank filled her up again. Kit tried to scream, but only a muffled gurgle came out. Ears flattened, thighs trembling, she came for the second time, cum leaking from the edges of all three holes, her entire body used by the mechanism. It seemed that with every orgasm, another month of pregnancy was marked on her belly.
The cycle didn't stop. The game restarted on its own. The thrusts got faster, the anal penetration went deeper with two more beads, and the oral penetration went deeper down her throat. Another pulse from the tank filled her up again. Kit tried to scream, but only a muffled gurgle came out. Ears flattened, thighs trembling, she came for the second time, cum leaking from the edges of all three holes, her entire body worn out by the mechanism. It seemed that with every orgasm, another month of pregnancy was marked on her belly.
On the screen of the old game, the “progress” bar reached the end. And before the end of the world began and Kit could try to escape—and she had to try, because her nine-month-pregnant belly was so heavy!
A message flashed: “You win. Restarting cycle.” The straps tightened further. The mechanical tank wheel on the side spun, swapping the empty tank for a reserve tank full of stallion cum, connected the hoses, and restarted the motor. The oral tube filled her mouth again, the vaginal phallus resumed its thrusts, the anal beads entered ball by ball once more and vibrated, locked deep inside, this time expanding and contracting. Kit, already drained of strength, merely trembled as the insemination resumed. There was no end of the world, no credits screen, no escape. Winning only restarted the cycle of imprisonment. The machine continued, the tank pulsed again, and the girl was trapped in the infinite loop of the flash game, her body filled and used without pause, without end.
Kinktober 2026 Folder: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1rYf-oIR_ZwwEGYI4W1wfCCruRltX55Z9?usp=sharing
Kit Bodega model by https://x.com/SirWarfare
Kit Bodega found the old computer in a corner of the abandoned room, covered in dust and with the CRT monitor still on. An old Flash game called Breeding Machine was running on the screen, one of those with simple graphics and an endless loop of a cat trapped in a mechanical chair. She chuckled softly, her ears perked up, took off her clothes to relax a bit, and clicked “Start.” The moment the cursor touched the button, the screen flashed green and the world around her dissolved. When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer in the computer chair! She was in the chair from the game. The computer she’d used to launch the game was meant for traveling between games, and now she’s stuck here. Her body was now the game’s character.
Metal straps snapped shut around her wrists, ankles, and waist, forcing her legs apart. The seat was cold and hard. Above her head, a dirty, transparent glass tank bore the yellowed label “STALLION CUM,” half-filled with a thick, white liquid. Segmented metal hoses emerged from the base of the chair like tentacles. One of them bent and shoved a thick tube into her mouth, making it impossible for her to close her lips; another slid down between her thighs and thrust the warm silicone vaginal dildo all the way in; the third pressed the anal bead plug with gaps almost the same size as the beads, slowly stretching her ass until the vibrating base touched her skin. The motor started with a low hum.
The pace started out slow. The oral tube moved back and forth in her throat, forcing saliva to drip down her chin. The vaginal dildo thrust firmly, wet, hitting the cervix with every pulse. The anal plug spun and vibrated, stretching the ring. Kit arched her back, her claws scratching the metal of the straps, her ass wrapped around one of the supports. From the tank, the hoses pulsed. The first load of hot, thick cum flowed down all three channels at once: it filled her throat, gushed into her pussy with each thrust, and leaked out through the anal beads, pulling the beads out and pushing them back in, one by one, all smeared with cum. She came with her eyes rolled back, her belly distended as if she were a month pregnant, her body thrashing against the restraints as the tank emptied inside her. The anal beads came out feeling larger than when they went in—perhaps they were inflatable.
The cycle didn’t stop. The game restarted on its own. The thrusts grew faster, the anal beads went deeper with two more beads added, and the oral penetration went deeper down her throat. Another pulse from the tank filled her up again. Kit tried to scream, but only a muffled gurgle came out. Ears flattened, thighs trembling, she came for the second time, cum leaking from the edges of all three holes, her entire body used by the mechanism. It seemed that with every orgasm, another month of pregnancy was marked on her belly.
The cycle didn't stop. The game restarted on its own. The thrusts got faster, the anal penetration went deeper with two more beads, and the oral penetration went deeper down her throat. Another pulse from the tank filled her up again. Kit tried to scream, but only a muffled gurgle came out. Ears flattened, thighs trembling, she came for the second time, cum leaking from the edges of all three holes, her entire body worn out by the mechanism. It seemed that with every orgasm, another month of pregnancy was marked on her belly.
On the screen of the old game, the “progress” bar reached the end. And before the end of the world began and Kit could try to escape—and she had to try, because her nine-month-pregnant belly was so heavy!
A message flashed: “You win. Restarting cycle.” The straps tightened further. The mechanical tank wheel on the side spun, swapping the empty tank for a reserve tank full of stallion cum, connected the hoses, and restarted the motor. The oral tube filled her mouth again, the vaginal phallus resumed its thrusts, the anal beads entered ball by ball once more and vibrated, locked deep inside, this time expanding and contracting. Kit, already drained of strength, merely trembled as the insemination resumed. There was no end of the world, no credits screen, no escape. Winning only restarted the cycle of imprisonment. The machine continued, the tank pulsed again, and the girl was trapped in the infinite loop of the flash game, her body filled and used without pause, without end.
Kinktober 2026 Folder: https://drive.google.com/drive/folders/1rYf-oIR_ZwwEGYI4W1wfCCruRltX55Z9?usp=sharing
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