Stories and Captions mostly dealing with chastity and cum control. I'm into the idea characters being led/conditioned/trained to do something without explicitly being forced. So most stories will be in that vein.
A storm brewed in the mind of Ethan Vance, a once-prominent programmer now relegated to the shadows of dismissal. His passion for innovation had been snuffed out by the greed and ambition of his superiors.
It was through his hard work that made the company billions. His breakthroughs in programming and cybernetics had not only made enhanced cybernetic limb replacement possible. It had made them fashionable. With his work augmented limbs had become such a sign of wealth and status, that it was rare to see celebrities, politicians or captains of industry who weren’t sporting expensive upgraded limbs. Thanks to his genius, Cyberlimb had captured the vast majority of the market.
And after all that they had betrayed him. His partial ownership of the company, along with the bonuses and stock options owed to him, should have made him a rich man. Instead the CEO had conspired with the board to invent excuses to oust him from the company, seizing most of his shares and robbing him of millions of dollars.
He leaned back in his chair and cracked his knuckles. The code he had spent the night writing was finished and being uploaded to the company servers. He chuckled to himself at their foolishness. If you’re going to screw someone over, maybe make sure they didn’t build most of your network security themself. As the upload completed, he started another program to wipe his hard drive. He grabbed a suitcase off the floor. He had a plane to catch.
Isabella, a successful and wealthy executive, had been looking forward to a nice dinner at the most exclusive restaurant in the city. She had reserved a private booth for herself, eager to indulge in an opulent dining experience. As she settled in, she couldn't help but admire the exquisite decor, the soft lighting, and the hushed conversations of other diners, all of which added to the sense of exclusivity and luxury.
As CEO of one of the biggest tech media companies, she was used to being treated well. Other companies frequently provided expensive freebies in hopes of getting a favorable review or article in one of the blogs, magazines, or websites she ran.
As Isabella sat in the private booth, sipping her champagne, she couldn't help but notice her cybernetic arms twitching suspiciously. At first, she was merely annoyed, attributing the odd behavior to a faulty connection or a minor programming glitch. However, the twitching became more erratic. These Cyberlimb prosthetics were supposed to be top of the line. With a price point that rivaled a luxury car, she expected them to work flawlessly. Especially after the softball interview she’d given their CEO in order to secure her own set.
Her hand twitched again. Then without any input from her, it moved below the table and between her legs. She tried to move it away but her limb ignored her commands, and began to slide under her panties. Her eyes went wide in shock. The fingers of her hand had begun to slowly stroke her clit in gentle circles. She tried to use her left hand to yank her right one away, but it also stubbornly refused to move. To her horror she saw the waiter was approaching to take her order. The fingers sped up, increasing the stimulation. Somehow she managed to keep her composure enough to tell the waiter she needed more time with the menu. But her problems had only gotten worse. The waiter had barely left the table before she found her left arm had joined the first under the table cloth. She now had several fingers curling against her g-spot while the other hand continued to rub her clit.
Isabella's heart raced as she desperately tried to regain control of her cybernetic arms. She focused all her mental energy on trying to command them to stop, but they seemed to have a mind of their own and were unresponsive to her efforts. She closed her eyes and concentrated, attempting to use her willpower to overpower the arms' movements, but they continued to tease and stimulate her with relentless determination. As the arms persisted in their actions, she grew increasingly frantic, her attempts to regain control becoming more desperate and futile. Like it or not she was now covertly mastrubating in a public restaurant.
The out of control hands were impossible to ignore, and before she knew it they had brought her right to the edge of orgasm. The thought of cumming surrounded by all these people filled her with dread, but it turns out she shouldn’t have been worried. Just before she could cum, her hands froze in place. She breathed a sigh of relief that her ordeal seemed to be ending. Unfortunately after a few seconds they started right back up again. She was forced to sit there helplessly as she was edged over and over again.
As time passed she looked frantically around the restaurant for someway she could discretely signal for help. Could she call someone over? Try to explain? She gasped as she was left dangling on the edge of orgasm again. The limbs were wired into her nervous system and seemed to know the exact second to suddenly freeze. She was beginning to hope they'd just make her cum, but on the other hand she knew that it would be impossible to stay quiet if they did.
By the time the waiter returned she was sweating profusely and must have looked like a mess. She was debating whether it was better to try to fob him off again or if she should bite the bullet and try to get help. Turns out it wouldn’t really be her choice. When he returned, she tried to act casual, but with her hands so busy between her legs, it was obvious what he thought she was doing. With a look of disgust, he turned on his heel and left her there to suffer through a few more close edges. She couldn't very well call out after him "Oh don't worry I'm not really fingering myself in public. In fact I'd love your help in stopping it."
He returned a few minutes later with the manager and another man that must have been security. The manager cleared his throat “Ma’am this behavior is completely inappropriate. I must ask you to leave immediately.”
She tried to protest but it was hard with her fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. She tried to explain the situation, but the manager clearly took her continued mastrubation as a refusal to cooperate. He nodded to the security guard, who stepped forward and grabbed her arm.
To her surprise her arms suddenly stopped their metaphorical assault on her pussy, but only so they could literally assault the guard. Her cybernetic augments give her enhanced strength, and the guard was shoved with incredible force. With a deafening crash the table was toppled as the guard was flipped over it.
Isabella sat there in shock, with the table in pieces, she was now fully on display. The traitorous arms returned to their previous attack, ripping off her panties and continuing to play with her pussy. Around the room, diners stared in awe at the sight in front of them. Then out came the phones as people began taking pictures and video. As she approached another orgasm, she expected to be edged again, but this time her hands kept going, driving her to an explosive orgasm.
She screamed in pleasure her hips shaking as she finally felt the release that had building up all evening.
To her horror they continued to play with her, not giving her a chance to recover. She tried to yell out an explanation to the onlookers. Shouting that she wasn’t doing this, that her arms were out of control. At first she could see people rolling their eyes and shaking their heads. But after enough desperate begging and many more humiliating public orgasms it was clear she needed help.
She came again screaming in pleasure. The restaurant staff did their best to clear out the room, but they couldn't really control the crowd of people drawn to the spectacle. A few people stepped forward to help, but her wildly failing limbs kept anyone from getting too close.
Several guests with similarly augmented strength were eventually able to pin her down and deactivate her arms. But she knew it was far too late. Video of this would already be hitting the net. She was going to make sure everyone knew exactly who was to blame. She’d do everything in her power to make sure Cyberlimb never made another dollar with their dangerous products.
We have some updates in our top story involving bizarre malfunctions of Cyberlimb brand augmented prosthetics. Yesterday saw several shocking displays of public figures with Cyberlimbs being forced to publicly humiliate themselves. The list includes several tech industry executives, and most famously Misty Star the pop sensation who’s appeared in several Cyberlimb advertisements was hacked while performing onstage.
Cyberlimb CEO Margret Jackson, had so far been completely unavailable for comments, has just been discovered as yet another victim of these attacks.
Ethan smiled to himself. They would never show it on the news, but the videos had already been online for a few hours. The traitorous CEO being hauled out her mansion on a stretcher, still furiously fingering herself while she desperately begged to cum over and over. Ethan had made sure her version of the virus would stay on permanent edging mode and would be much harder to override. Though he had assumed the CEO would be publicly embarrassed during a shareholders meeting or something, the fact that she had ended up trapped in her own home for more than a day edging herself to the point of delirium was even better.
While no Anti-Augment groups have stepped forward claiming responsibility for the attacks, the pro-humanist movement remains the primary suspect. Several senators who have fallen victim to these attacks have already sponsored a bill forcing Cyberlimb to stop all sales and production of their products until they can guarantee their customers’ safety.
Ethan checked his banking app. The attacks had sent Cyberlimb stock into a free fall and their biggest competitors were experiencing a huge surge in both market share and stock price. A little wise investing in those competitors and heavily shorting Cyberlimb stock had netted him a tidy profit. He’d probably come out ahead of where he would have been if none of this had happened.
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A storm brewed in the mind of Ethan Vance, a once-prominent programmer now relegated to the shadows of dismissal. His passion for innovation had been snuffed out by the greed and ambition of his superiors.
It was through his hard work that made the company billions. His breakthroughs in programming and cybernetics had not only made enhanced cybernetic limb replacement possible. It had made them fashionable. With his work augmented limbs had become such a sign of wealth and status, that it was rare to see celebrities, politicians or captains of industry who weren’t sporting expensive upgraded limbs. Thanks to his genius, Cyberlimb had captured the vast majority of the market.
And after all that they had betrayed him. His partial ownership of the company, along with the bonuses and stock options owed to him, should have made him a rich man. Instead the CEO had conspired with the board to invent excuses to oust him from the company, seizing most of his shares and robbing him of millions of dollars.
He leaned back in his chair and cracked his knuckles. The code he had spent the night writing was finished and being uploaded to the company servers. He chuckled to himself at their foolishness. If you’re going to screw someone over, maybe make sure they didn’t build most of your network security themself. As the upload completed, he started another program to wipe his hard drive. He grabbed a suitcase off the floor. He had a plane to catch.
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Isabella, a successful and wealthy executive, had been looking forward to a nice dinner at the most exclusive restaurant in the city. She had reserved a private booth for herself, eager to indulge in an opulent dining experience. As she settled in, she couldn't help but admire the exquisite decor, the soft lighting, and the hushed conversations of other diners, all of which added to the sense of exclusivity and luxury.
As CEO of one of the biggest tech media companies, she was used to being treated well. Other companies frequently provided expensive freebies in hopes of getting a favorable review or article in one of the blogs, magazines, or websites she ran.
As Isabella sat in the private booth, sipping her champagne, she couldn't help but notice her cybernetic arms twitching suspiciously. At first, she was merely annoyed, attributing the odd behavior to a faulty connection or a minor programming glitch. However, the twitching became more erratic. These Cyberlimb prosthetics were supposed to be top of the line. With a price point that rivaled a luxury car, she expected them to work flawlessly. Especially after the softball interview she’d given their CEO in order to secure her own set.
Her hand twitched again. Then without any input from her, it moved below the table and between her legs. She tried to move it away but her limb ignored her commands, and began to slide under her panties. Her eyes went wide in shock. The fingers of her hand had begun to slowly stroke her clit in gentle circles. She tried to use her left hand to yank her right one away, but it also stubbornly refused to move. To her horror she saw the waiter was approaching to take her order. The fingers sped up, increasing the stimulation. Somehow she managed to keep her composure enough to tell the waiter she needed more time with the menu. But her problems had only gotten worse. The waiter had barely left the table before she found her left arm had joined the first under the table cloth. She now had several fingers curling against her g-spot while the other hand continued to rub her clit.
Isabella's heart raced as she desperately tried to regain control of her cybernetic arms. She focused all her mental energy on trying to command them to stop, but they seemed to have a mind of their own and were unresponsive to her efforts. She closed her eyes and concentrated, attempting to use her willpower to overpower the arms' movements, but they continued to tease and stimulate her with relentless determination. As the arms persisted in their actions, she grew increasingly frantic, her attempts to regain control becoming more desperate and futile. Like it or not she was now covertly mastrubating in a public restaurant.
The out of control hands were impossible to ignore, and before she knew it they had brought her right to the edge of orgasm. The thought of cumming surrounded by all these people filled her with dread, but it turns out she shouldn’t have been worried. Just before she could cum, her hands froze in place. She breathed a sigh of relief that her ordeal seemed to be ending. Unfortunately after a few seconds they started right back up again. She was forced to sit there helplessly as she was edged over and over again.
As time passed she looked frantically around the restaurant for someway she could discretely signal for help. Could she call someone over? Try to explain? She gasped as she was left dangling on the edge of orgasm again. The limbs were wired into her nervous system and seemed to know the exact second to suddenly freeze. She was beginning to hope they'd just make her cum, but on the other hand she knew that it would be impossible to stay quiet if they did.
By the time the waiter returned she was sweating profusely and must have looked like a mess. She was debating whether it was better to try to fob him off again or if she should bite the bullet and try to get help. Turns out it wouldn’t really be her choice. When he returned, she tried to act casual, but with her hands so busy between her legs, it was obvious what he thought she was doing. With a look of disgust, he turned on his heel and left her there to suffer through a few more close edges. She couldn't very well call out after him "Oh don't worry I'm not really fingering myself in public. In fact I'd love your help in stopping it."
He returned a few minutes later with the manager and another man that must have been security. The manager cleared his throat “Ma’am this behavior is completely inappropriate. I must ask you to leave immediately.”
She tried to protest but it was hard with her fingers thrusting in and out of her pussy. She tried to explain the situation, but the manager clearly took her continued mastrubation as a refusal to cooperate. He nodded to the security guard, who stepped forward and grabbed her arm.
To her surprise her arms suddenly stopped their metaphorical assault on her pussy, but only so they could literally assault the guard. Her cybernetic augments give her enhanced strength, and the guard was shoved with incredible force. With a deafening crash the table was toppled as the guard was flipped over it.
Isabella sat there in shock, with the table in pieces, she was now fully on display. The traitorous arms returned to their previous attack, ripping off her panties and continuing to play with her pussy. Around the room, diners stared in awe at the sight in front of them. Then out came the phones as people began taking pictures and video. As she approached another orgasm, she expected to be edged again, but this time her hands kept going, driving her to an explosive orgasm.
She screamed in pleasure her hips shaking as she finally felt the release that had building up all evening.
To her horror they continued to play with her, not giving her a chance to recover. She tried to yell out an explanation to the onlookers. Shouting that she wasn’t doing this, that her arms were out of control. At first she could see people rolling their eyes and shaking their heads. But after enough desperate begging and many more humiliating public orgasms it was clear she needed help.
She came again screaming in pleasure. The restaurant staff did their best to clear out the room, but they couldn't really control the crowd of people drawn to the spectacle. A few people stepped forward to help, but her wildly failing limbs kept anyone from getting too close.
Several guests with similarly augmented strength were eventually able to pin her down and deactivate her arms. But she knew it was far too late. Video of this would already be hitting the net. She was going to make sure everyone knew exactly who was to blame. She’d do everything in her power to make sure Cyberlimb never made another dollar with their dangerous products.
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We have some updates in our top story involving bizarre malfunctions of Cyberlimb brand augmented prosthetics. Yesterday saw several shocking displays of public figures with Cyberlimbs being forced to publicly humiliate themselves. The list includes several tech industry executives, and most famously Misty Star the pop sensation who’s appeared in several Cyberlimb advertisements was hacked while performing onstage.
Cyberlimb CEO Margret Jackson, had so far been completely unavailable for comments, has just been discovered as yet another victim of these attacks.
Ethan smiled to himself. They would never show it on the news, but the videos had already been online for a few hours. The traitorous CEO being hauled out her mansion on a stretcher, still furiously fingering herself while she desperately begged to cum over and over. Ethan had made sure her version of the virus would stay on permanent edging mode and would be much harder to override. Though he had assumed the CEO would be publicly embarrassed during a shareholders meeting or something, the fact that she had ended up trapped in her own home for more than a day edging herself to the point of delirium was even better.
While no Anti-Augment groups have stepped forward claiming responsibility for the attacks, the pro-humanist movement remains the primary suspect. Several senators who have fallen victim to these attacks have already sponsored a bill forcing Cyberlimb to stop all sales and production of their products until they can guarantee their customers’ safety.
Ethan checked his banking app. The attacks had sent Cyberlimb stock into a free fall and their biggest competitors were experiencing a huge surge in both market share and stock price. A little wise investing in those competitors and heavily shorting Cyberlimb stock had netted him a tidy profit. He’d probably come out ahead of where he would have been if none of this had happened.