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Kyauta waited in the lobby to pick up their new slave.
They had been looking around for a slave for a while, but when they saw a TV special about a nearby facility they had immediately known they had found exactly what they were looking for. They had always had a bit of an odd kink for slave orgasms, and when they had seen the lovely orgasm slave and heard its begging…
Well. It was hardly a difficult decision to email the academy and ask if it was still available. And it was! Even as Kyauta was asking about it, it was still on the machine, suffering orgasm after orgasm without end.
“It won’t be ready for a while longer, though,” said the apologetic email. “We don’t sell any slaves with less than two years on the machine, and we prefer to get at least three for the best results. She’s only been on it a year.”
Kyauta didn’t mind, and told them so. The academy was happy to have a buyer lined up, and allowed them to pay in advance.
They were kind enough to send lots of videos for Kyauta to watch in the meantime. A video of it during its mandatory outside exercise time, twitching in a heap after coming because the wind was a little too strong. A video of it eating lunch, sucking the nutrition paste through a large dildo. A video of it being punished for forgetting to call its trainer “Trainer”, orgasming after every smack to its poor, swollen pussy. Lots of videos of it on its machine, being fucked with the replica of their cock that Kyauta had sent in, coming what pitiful little brains it had left out and begging for the pleasure to stop.
Kyauta had more than enough to amuse themself with until the full three years of the slave’s training had passed.
But now it was finally here. Their heart was in their throat as they waited, even though everything was perfectly prepared. What if they didn’t like the slave? What if the slave didn’t like them? What if Kyauta was making a huge mistake?
Kyauta finished the paperwork to distract themself. They named the slave Firework, which was of course a reference to its constant orgasms, but classy enough that they wouldn’t blush saying it around family. They decided the slave would be allowed to be a girl.
“Congratulations, honored!” the receptionist said cheerfully. “The slave is yours! And if you’re not totally satisfied, you may return it within thirty days for a full refund provided there is no permanent damage. Your slave will be out shortly!”
Finally, a trainer came through the employee-only doors, leading along a slave. Kyauta’s slave. They’d spent so long jerking off to her photos and videos, and now they finally had the real thing.
Firework was adorable, slight and short with strawberry blonde hair. Her eyes were big and wondering, and she walked like a deer, unsure and frightened.
“Oh!” she gasped, eyes rolling back up and legs clenching together. She shook wildly, coming, only barely managing to keep standing. Slick rolled down her legs.
It was the hottest thing Kyauta had ever seen in their life.
“This is your new owner, slave,” the trainer said brusquely.
Firework folded to the ground and came again when her nipples brushed the cold floor.
“Mx. Adamu! Thank you so much for your purchase!” said the trainer, ignoring the orgasm completely. “Before you go, I thought I’d let you know that we have a program for orgasm slaves after they’re bought! If you don’t want it alone as you work, we have a very low cost subscription fee to keep your slave in the orgasm machines for the day. You’re also welcome to bring it back if you feel it just isn’t coming enough, or if you want it stored while you go off on vacation!”
Firework moaned with terror, trembling.
“Thank you,” said Kyauta, accepting a brochure with prices. “I’ll look into this.”
They worked from home, but the idea of having their slave strapped to the machine all day as they worked, having orgasm after orgasm, only to come home and have even more…
It was definitely something to consider.
“Hello, slave,” said Kyauta. “Your name is now Firework, and you’re my slave girl.”
Firework came yet again just from hearing that. Kyauta would’ve been embarrassed to have such an obvious hard on in front of the academy workers if they’d had any blood left in their brain.
“Oh- thank you, Master-“
“Owner,” Kyauta corrected.
“Thank you, Owner! It’s so grateful- it’s never had a n-n- mmmm,” Firework sobbed, orgasming again. “Sorry- sorry, it didn’t mean to-“
“You may kiss my feet and thank me for claiming you,” Kyauta said, when they were sure their voice wouldn’t crack. “Then we will leave.”
The slave bellied forward and pressed her lips to Kyauta’s shoe.
“T-thank you- oh- it’s coming, please don’t- ah- thank you Owner for claiming, hurts, it’s so much, claiming this lowly whore!” she sobbed.
“You’re welcome,” said Kyauta, and picked her up.
They had originally intended to bring shoes, but the facility had told them that the slave couldn’t wear clothes without being too overcome (haha) to walk anywhere.
The slave shrieked, squirting- actually squirting!- all over the floor.
“Sorry,” Kyauta said to the receptionist. “I, uh, I’ll clean that up!”
“No need,” she reassured him. “Happens every day. I’ll just send for the cleaner, and you can be on your way.”
“Thank you,” Kyauta said, and hurried out into the parking lot before the slave made another mess.
“Oh- oh- oh-“ the slave gasped with every step. Kyauta honestly wasn’t sure that she’d ever stopped coming. “Mm- Owner, please, it’s- oh-“
That was it. Kyauta couldn’t bear to wait to fuck her until they got home. They opened their car truck, which had enough space to kneel and lie down in, and climbed inside.
They took themself out of their trousers clumsily, achingly hard.
“Titjob,” they ordered.
Firework was tiny, but her tits were large and silken soft against Kyauta’s dick. But what was truly arousing was that as soon as her skin touched Kyauta, she came hard, hands shaking with the force of it so that she was unintentionally massaging them through her tits. It was the best thing they’d ever felt, and they groaned with pleasure. Even better, every time she brought her tits up or down, she came again, her face agonized and pleasured.
Kyauta couldn’t take it anymore. They picked up the slave and positioned her on her hands and knees. They had a bottle of free lube that came with Firework’s papers, and they hastily drizzled it on their dick before ramming into the slave’s asshole.
“Oh!” the slave sobbed.
She was coming immediately, and Kyauta felt a crazy high. They felt like a god. They had complete, total control over the abject little thing on their cock, and there was nothing she could do to stop the pleasure. And it was so good! Her asshole fluttered and squeezed with orgasm, and Firework wasn’t doing any of it, an utter slave to her body and to Kyauta.
“Ooh, Owner, please,” she sobbed. “It’s breaking, it’s breaking! It can’t stop coming, Owner, please, please, it hurts, Owner, please don’t make it come anymore, please, Owner, it’s frightened, its afraid it’ll lose its brain completely, please, it’s too much pleasure, it wasn’t meant to feel this, it can’t stop coming and it just- it hasn’t stopped, Owner, it can’t stop coming and coming and coming and it’s breaking and please, please-“
“Poor little Firework,” Kyauta cooed viciously, fucking her harder than they’d ever fucked anyone. “Just let it happen, sweetheart. You’ll never escape Owner. You’ll never escape this pleasure. You’ll never escape your fate of being my little orgasm slut, coming your brains out forever and ever. Owner is going to break you more than that silly little machine ever did. Accept it. Submit. You’re going to be my perfect orgasm slave, and you’re not allowed to keep your brain. You’re only allowed to come. This is all there is, Firework. Only orgasms. Only pleasure. Only Owner. You’re mine forever!”
Kyauta came hard, and Firework came harder, wailing at the top of her poor little lungs. Even as Kyauta came down and pulled out, she was still coming, looking every bit the brainless pleasure-torture slave she was.
“Aww,” Kyauta said solicitously, feeling a bit kinder now that they’d been able to release a bit of their tension. “It’s alright, Firework. Owner doesn’t know how those machines didn’t manage to break you after three years of constant orgasms, but maybe it was the hope that after your training was up, you wouldn’t ever have to come again. Now you don’t have that, do you? You know that it’s your fate to have constant, endless orgasms forever. Now you’ll be able to totally break, and you’ll feel so much better! Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Yes, Owner,” Firework sobbed. “T-thank you, Owner, for forcing it to come for-forever! Thank you for breaking it!”
“Of course, sweet thing.” Kyauta gave Firework a chaste kiss, and she came again. “Now, Owner has a special claiming gift for you!”
Kyauta put their gifts on their slave. It was a lovely bejeweled chain that attached to her two nipple piercings, slightly weighting them down. Naturally, even the slightest bit of movement to the chain made her come. The second was an ingenuous piece that hung around her waist, with a large, dangling jewel hanging down the center that perfectly smacked her clit with every step she took.
“Isn’t it lovely?” Kyauta asked, extremely pleased with themself.
“Thank you, Owner,” Firework said, looking nervous. “It’s so beautiful, it’s never- oh-“
Kyauta laughed indulgently as their darling slave came yet again.
“Now, let’s go home, and Owner can focus on making you come properly,” they said. “But don’t worry! You won’t be neglected on the ride home. Master has a dildo on your seat for you!”
“Thank you,” sobbed Firework. “Thank you, Owner, thank you, thank you for rejecting its pleas to not come! Owner is the God of pain and pleasure, and it’s helpless to do anything but worship you with its orgasms forever, God! Oh, it’s coming, it’s coming again, thank you, thank you for breaking it, thank you for making it come, forcing it to submit even its mind and give it up so that it might amuse Owner with more orgasms, you’re God you’re God you’re my God- coming- mmm, ah-”
As Kyauta chivalrously helped Firework onto her dildo, they made a mental note to leave the Culmen Academy a good review.