18+ Corruption of Champions - Belt

(NOTE: Adult Content. Text out of Corruption of Champions.)

Brimming with anticipation, you put on the gloves to avoid prematurely triggering the machine. You place the belt down and strip yourself completely. Stepping through the straps of the garment, you pull it up. You take the time to align the nodule with the opening of your womanhood. After settling the knob to the entrance to your pussy, you take off the gloves, lay back and touch the amber pads with your fingers.

You hear a distinctive squishing sound and you feel the belt tighten around your waist and pelvis. It becomes tighter and tighter until its removal is an impossibility because of your own bulk. While you are concerned, you maintain composure as the belt eventually stops tightening. There is a pause. A couple of minutes go by and little happens. You notice that the entire front of the belt is becoming warm. It is not the typical heat from a blanket or a piece of metal, but it feels like the warmth of flesh on flesh. You hear more squishing and you feel the nodule stir and rub against your opening. Your pleasure slowly begins to build and you are stimulated and amused by the teasing the apparatus seems to produce. Without warning, you feel your cunt stretch open as something thrusts inside you.

In shock, you scream as you realize the nodule has instantly grown into a massive, organic dildo. It bottoms out easily and rests against your cervix as you recover from the initial shock of its penetration. As the pangs subside, the infernal appendage begins working itself. It begins undulating in long, slow strokes. It takes great care to adjust itself to fit every curve of your womb. Overwhelmed, your body begins reacting against your conscious thought and slowly thrusts your pelvis in tune to the thing.

As suddenly as it penetrated you, it shifts into a different phase of operation. It buries itself as deep as it can and begins short, rapid strokes. The toy hammers your insides faster than any man could ever hope to do. You orgasm immediately and produce successive climaxes. Your body loses what motor control it had and bucks and undulates wildly as the device pistons your cunt without end. You scream at the top of your lungs. Each yell calls to creation the depth of your pleasure and lust.

The fiendish belt shifts again. It buries itself as deep as it can go and you feel pressure against the depths of your womanhood. You feel a hot fluid spray inside you. Reflexively, you shout, “IT’S CUMMING! IT’S CUMMING INSIDE ME!” Indeed, each push of the prodding member floods your box with juice. It cums... and cums... and cums... and cums...

An eternity passes, and your pussy is sore. It is stretched and filled completely with whatever this thing shoots for cum. It retracts itself from your hole and you feel one last pang of pressure as your body now has a chance to force out all of the spunk that it cannot handle. Ooze sprays out from the sides of the belt and leaves you in a smelly, sticky mess. You feel the belt’s tension ease up as it loosens. The machine has run its course. You immediately pass out.


Brimming with anticipation, you wind up the small gearbox on the weird contraption. You place the machine down and strip yourself naked. Stepping through the straps of the garment, you pull it up. The dildo does not come out, so you take the time to ease the artificial phallus to rest deep in your womanhood. After nestling the false cock in your pussy, you finish pulling up the belt and you tighten the straps. You lay down and you flip the switch. The machine vibrates around and inside you vigorously. Immediately, waves and cramps of pleasure swirl around your cunt and shoot up and down your spine. The machine, free of human limitations and fatigue, ceaselessly rubs and caresses your insides at impossibly high speeds. Within minutes, you begin experiencing the tell-tale contractions of an impending orgasm. With your hands free, you are able to explore your breasts and body as the device hammers away. You squeeze your D-cup tits as your body convulses with multiple orgasms. Savoring every moment, you relish in the pangs of delight searing your body. Eventually, the belt moves slower and slower, until it comes to a stop, along with your fun. You realize that the gears have wound down and the box needs to be wound for your pleasure to continue. Deciding not to overwhelm yourself, you carefully remove your toy and save it for another time.


Your need for release causes you to fumble with the mechanical contraption. As you don the self-stimulation belt, you inadvertently drop the key used to crank the gearbox. Cursing in frustration, you awkwardly paw about for the key. After a few moments scraping about in a manner that would thoroughly amuse any onlookers, you locate the key and wind up the main spring.

Switching the belt on, it begins to immediately vibrate and rub every sensitive part of your wet pussy. You immediately glow with pleasure as the machine works its magic on your hungry pussy. Worried about the machine winding down, you re-crank the gear box occasionally to ensure that you get worked over by the tireless device as long as you can handle it.

Eventually, the machine tweaks your nerves and your bitch-clit just right, triggering a massive orgasm that leaves you bucking wildly like an untamed horse, screaming in mind-numbing pleasure. Your uncontrollable movement dislodges the key from the gear box and you have no choice but to wait for the machine and your still-orgasming body to wind down, and THEN find the goddamn thing. After about fifteen minutes, the machine expends the last of its energy, leaving you a twitching heap until you can move to find the meddlesome key.

Fortunately, you locate the key near your feet, saving you the money of having another made for the device. You put aside your machine, your lusts slaked, for now.


Barely taking the time to strip yourself down, you quickly slide the belt-shaped beast onto your hips. It immediately clamps down and begins the all-too-familiar plundering of your opening. It barrels deep into your box and quickly latches on your clit and the relieving pleasure of its thundering movements quench your need for pleasure. The creature quickly begins streaming its fluids inside you. No longer sensing pain, as you did when you first used the belt, you lay in endless bliss as the warmth of the fluid fills you up. The creature, sensing how much of its juice is in you, stops squirting and begins stirring the jizm it left. The unique pleasure of the hot fluid literally stirring and swirling inside you coaxes a wave of orgasms from your body, which draw the milk even deeper into your womanhood. It almost feels as if your body is absorbing the milk into your deepest recesses with each pelvic contraction.

The creature lets out another torrent of cum and repeats the process. Drunk with lust, you are uncertain how you are containing so much spunk without it gushing out, as before. Every time you try to think about it, another orgasm destroys any attempt at rational thought. By the time the thing is done with you, hours and hours have already passed you by. You crash from your hours-long orgasm, exhausted, and can only think of the next opportunity to have the belt about your loins.

Whatever the belt is, whatever it does, it no longer matters to you. The only thing you want is to feel the belt and its creature fuck the hell out of you, day and night. You quickly don the creature again and it begins working its usual lustful magic on your insatiable little box. An endless wave of orgasms take you. All you now know is the endless bliss of an eternal orgasm.

Your awareness hopelessly compromised by the belt and your pleasure, you fail to notice a familiar face approach your undulating form. It is the very person who sold you this infernal toy. The merchant, Giacomo.

“Well, well,” Giacomo says. “The Libertines are right. The creature’s fluids are addictive. This poor woman is a total slave to the beast!”

Giacomo contemplates the situation as you writhe in backbreaking pleasure before him. His sharp features brighten as an idea strikes him.

“AHA!” the hawkish purveyor cries. “I have a new product to sell! I will call it the 'One Woman Show!'”

Giacomo cackles smugly at his idea. “Who knows how much someone will pay me for a live woman who can’t stop cumming!”

Giacomo loads you up onto his cart and sets off for his next sale. You do not care. You do not realize what has happened. All you know is that the creature keeps cumming and it feels... sooooo GODDAMN GOOD!