Trials in Tainted Space: Buttslutinator Part 3

Fuck the consequences. You don’t care if the screen or the drugs turn you into some anal obsessed slut. You’re pretty sure you already are, anyway. How much more whorish could you possibly get, anyway?

You disrobe and climb into position, smiling at the comforting presence of the hard, metallic restraints when they close around your wrists, binding you to joystick-like grips. The screen pops back out, and you’re already breathing hard in anticipation, your slutty ass flexing wantonly. Images of dozens of different studs and herms flit through your mind, all with their dicks out in response to the sight of your upraised ass.

You nearly miss the Buttslutinator’s startup screen.

Buttslutinator 2.0 engaged.
Scanning subject...
Subject identified, designation slut#23...
Anal fetish: 100%
Ass enhancement: 105%
Nerve optimization: 90%
Programming: 60%
Commencing final programming...

Final programming has a certainly ominous ring to it, but instead of blanching, you find yourself looking forward to it. You’ve enjoyed butt-expanding, ass-fucking step of this path so far. Surely taking it all the way to completion will be utter, absolute nirvana. You look back over your shoulder as far as you can, watching the familiar mechanical tentacles rise up into position, tipped with their glinting needles, and instead of panic or apprehension, all you can summon up is anticipation.

They snap down, burying their special cocktail of booty-boosting chemicals into your more-than-supple derriere, jiggling the cheeks with the impact. You laugh madly and turn back to the screen, pleased as a fucked-out slut on a frat-room floor to see that the familiar porn has returned. It’s just as hot as you remembered and yet somehow the clips are all brand new. You’re pretty sure at least one of the segments is Steph Irson getting taken by a few dozen tentacles as well.

A quick, staticky cut replaces the star of Galactic Huntress with a more familiar backside - your own. It’s from the last time you strapped in, and stars above, you have a fantastic butt. It’s so big, and growing bigger by the minute, feeding off the bubbling hoses sticking into each cheek and twitching from the dildo’s orgasmic strokes.

Drool oozes down your chin before you shake yourself out of your trance. The reaction was immediate and powerful - you wanted to tongue out your own ass. You wanted to slip your tongue inside that butt and make it nice and slippery with lust. Just imagining the muscle clenching down, driven to spasms of pleasure by your attention has you feeling hazy and lightheaded.

Or is that the drugs? You realize that you can feel small pinpricks of pain and pressure. The hoses are pressing hard against your body. You can hear them bubbling with all the fluid passing through them, but where is it going? Certainly not into your asshole! You’d feel it if something big, hard, and cylindrical was filling you up back there. Feel it and probably cum as a matter of fact! Your bum flexes powerfully, demandingly. It’s hungry, you realize - hungry for that big, fat silicone fuck-stick that you know this device is hiding somewhere.

You shake your head and swoon, concerned for the half-second it takes your blurring vision to catch up to your motions. Then it catches back up to the perfectly captured porn on the screen, and you giggle dizzily, awestruck by just how much ass has filled your vision. The current frame is layered over the half-dozen frames behind it, presenting you with the same ass through an array of different times and places, framed by bright pink words that fizz and pop against your cerebellum, making you moan and drool all over again.

“Big butt slut,” you mouth, then giggle, idly twerking, feeling your too-juicy hindquarters quiver and shake. You wish it was on the yummy screen, framed by the words that seem increasingly prevalent in the pornographic montage. Phrases like “good sluts get fucked” and “eager pets get to play” seem particularly important, but you can’t seem to shake the more boring words either. “Obey.” It’s so singular next to the others that it rattles around in your dizzy little head, bouncing with all the kinetic energy of your oh-so-fuckable ass.

“Obey.” It spills from your lips without conscious thought. Your asshole relaxes at the thought, and your eyes dilate. A dozen images of girls and boys alike, all cumming from getting fucked, flashes by in an instant, underscoring a none-too-subtle point: Obedience is pleasure. It makes sense. Why else would the word be so large and accompanied by such delightful imagery. Once the word fades, it still lingers there whenever you see someone climax. She must be obeying. The thought arrives unbidden.


Though the Word has faded from your sight, no longer displayed all capitals on the screen, it remains seared in all capitals on the surface of your vulnerable brain. It makes so much sense. You marvel in awe at the genius of this wonderful new discovery. Of course obedience brings pleasure. Nobody wants to fuck a disagreeable Debbie. If you put your forehead on the floor or lick a dick-wielder’s sweaty balls, of course they’ll be more likely to fuck you.

There’s hundreds of words blurring together on the screen, words that seem like detailed instructions, yet they drift right past your conscious mind. You’re too busy congratulating yourself on a well-thought out piece of philosophy to examine the thoughts taking root in your hazy little head. And if you’re obedient, you don’t have to think all that hard, really. You can focus on your seam-destroying bottom - and the best ways to present it. You can look and act sexy instead of worrying about sounding smart, though you bet a smart tongue might get the right boy or girl to fuck you twice as hard.

Cock appears against your ass, sliding smoothly inside your ultra-tender hole, making it strain deliciously with its girth. This is the biggest, best dildo yet. The head is fat and flared, stretching you wide to make room for the veiny length behind, and a series of three swollen knots line the shaft, delighting you with their texture and shape, allowing your sphincter to alternate between stretched wide and pleasantly slack.

That’s just perfect. Really, any sized dick would feel like heaven, but there’s something special about feeling your cheeks being pushed wide by the member itself and discovering the exact shape of its tip in the distention it makes in your belly. It slides in and out with perfect precision, delighting your nerves and robbing your muscles of strength. It’s the perfect complement to the dazzling porn collection ahead, letting you feel just as fucked as each of those girls.

More fucked, even. They aren’t learning about how buttfucking is a reward - how it’s the most powerful, pleasant thing in the world. Your body agrees, singing songs of beauty and perfection with every ass-stretching slide in. If this thing is supposed to be brainwashing you, it’s not really doing all that much.

It’s really just helping you discover things about yourself, like the importance of your own asshole, and different ways to get it fucked. You space out for a few seconds, imagining a few dozen ausar, male and herm alike, jacking themselves off into your knot-gaped asshole, turning you into a sloppy, well-used cum-bowl. An orgasm rocks your frame, but it isn’t as debilitating as the ones you had the previous two times. You suppose you’re getting more used to your enhanced butt and the pleasures it provides.


You bounce in your restraints each time the machine brings you to orgasm, flexing muscles that make your oversized ass-cheeks bounce and clap, your pleasure audible for anyone to hear. Your tongue lolls and your head swims, filled by sights and words that seem as obvious as a second-grader’s homework. Of course there’s no shame in kneeling and holding your ass open with both hands. How else should one offer oneself to their master?

The fucking never seems to end. After what you assume is an hour, the dildo is replaced with bigger, meatier one, this one more human in shape. It feels every bit as great as the last. Sizzles of ecstasy electricity arc through your dopey, drugged-up brain, and the closest thing you can offer to resistance is a lurid moan. It’s too good not to. Your loose anus is now somewhat loose.

Your body is a plaything, a toy, a possession for the closest, most virile cock-packing person. They could be short and chubby, you wouldn’t care. They could be lanky and submissive, but you’d tease them into using your ass - that, you’re sure of. You’d teach them how to give commands, just so that you could get the thrill of obeying them. And if you found a confident, hung herm with a cock the size of a baseball bat? Fuck, you’re drooling again.


By the time the machine lets you go, you’re well and truly fucked, mentally and physically. You know that if you kneel down put your ass in the air, someone will come by to fuck it - someone who will claim you and ensure that you’ve always something inside it. You can think of nothing better. Sure, you’ll never get your inheritance, but your cousin can have it. She’ll never know the happiness you’ve found at the end of a leash.

GAME OVER