And so it went; for the next 8 hours her body was driven to the edge of ecstasy, and suspended there with alternating parts pleasure, pain, and deprivation. She once again became one with her need to orgasm and was unable to think of anything else. Her complete exhaustion caused her to drift in and out of consciousness, but even when she was unconscious the relentless assault on her body caused fevered dreams of arousal. At one point she became convinced she had been reincarnated as a clitoris on another woman’s body, forever doomed to feel the pleasure of arousal, but never the complete and utter release of an orgasm.
When the blinding white light of bliss finally did catch up with her again, she was sure she could not possibly endure any more pleasure without her body giving out. It rippled over her in wave after wave, until she did finally surrender to a merciful loss of consciousness.
…
Suddenly she was being pleasured again. She didn’t remember waking up or passing out, or even who or where she was. It was as if the last orgasm had wiped her mind back to a clean slate. For the next two hours, all she knew was she wanted to cum, and didn’t understand why she couldn’t. Then she felt a tug at her nipples and her world exploded again. Just as before, the orgasm lasted till her breasts were empty and the pump stopped.
Unlike before her brain began to rewire itself; she existed for two things and two things only: a (seemingly) eternal sexual need, followed by an orgasm beyond reason. If she wasn’t being teased or cuming something wasn’t right. So, it was actually a kind of comfort when the next cycle started. Despite her desperately wanting that next orgasm, as long as she felt that all-consuming need for it, everything must be right with the world.
Meanwhile the trunk too had a lot to process. The last orgasm had come on so suddenly it hadn’t been able to do anything to stop it, despite the fact that it was supposed to be 14 more hours till her next orgasm. It learned that she could no longer be allowed to be milked unless her arousal level was significantly lower. It had also learned that milking Natsuko was a way to prolong and intensify her orgasm. The learning part of the code added a non-random mutation to try adding milking to her next scheduled orgasm regardless of whether it was the scheduled milking time.
The next fourteen hours continued with Natsuko being teased to the edge of sanity, with an interruption for sleep and her first milking Sunday morning. The trunk ended up needing to use quite a bit of cold and electricity to keep her from coming during that milking, but it managed it, and thus ensured there were no more unscheduled orgasms, much to Natsuko’s chagrin.
There was one interesting turn of events during that cycle. After Paul got the kids down Saturday night, he decided Natsuko might want some visual stimulation, so he transferred a large chunk of his private pornography collection to the trunk for it to play for Natsuko. As if the unending teasing was not enough, she now had to look at picture after picture, video after video, of drop dead sexy girls (some solo, some playing with other girls as went Paul’s interests) as she was teased for hours.
The computer took particular note of a sharp spike in her arousal level when she was drinking some of her own milk while seeing big breasted women, and decided to add another non-random mutation to make sure she was looking at breasts when she was fed her milk in the future. What the computer could not know was the reason for the increased arousal: when faced with large breasts while drinking her own milk Natsuko couldn’t help but fantasize that the milk in her mouth was the result of her suckling another woman’s nipples. Among other things, poor Natsuko would emerge from this with a deep rooted fetish to drink from another woman’s breasts.
The trunk applied all it had learned to her last orgasm of the weekend, and thus was beyond any of the others. Not counting sleep time, she had been relentlessly teased for 14 hours and the programming made sure this time she was milked as she came. The only down side was this midday milking was shorter than the previous ones. When Paul reviewed the data later, he added some code to reduce her regular milkings in order to leave more milk for her milked orgasms.
Paul made it a point to watch this last one live and was stunned at the results. Her pleasure was off the charts, and that was only after 2 days in the trunk! He was a bit concerned about her other indicators; clearly the trunk was pushing her physical endurance.
He debated long and hard about releasing her then and there, but she had lapsed into such a deep slumber that he decided the best thing to do was to reset the trunk to not start again and let her rest at least until the kids were asleep again. He’d check back in on here after that, and if she showed any signs of waking up, he could transfer her to the bed, and if not, then leave her there to sleep in peace until the morning.
…
Natsuko was so exhausted she slept through the night, including her evening milking! She woke up a few times, but in absolute darkness and silence with no way to move and nothing to do, she drifted back to sleep.
Around 7:00 Paul came on the speaker and screens so she could see his face as she heard his voice.
“I’m going to open the trunk, but I’m guessing you might be disoriented, so this first time I’m going to help you out of the trunk and tell you what I’m doing as I walk you through the process. I’m hoping if I remind you of the steps a few times you’ll be comfortable getting yourself out after that.”
Natsuko was disoriented, to say the least. The sleep and seeing and hearing Paul started to bring her back from her trunk induced amnesia. By the time she was completely out of everything, she was pretty much settled back into her body.
Paul had to start working soon after that, so it was not until the kids were down that Natsuko was finally able to describe to him what the weekend was like. After giving him the details to the best of her ability, she sheepishly posed a question to him.
“To say the climaxes were amazing would be an epic understatement, and I’m curious if or how much further the trunk could take them – would you mind if I started “sleeping” in there?” she asked.
“Sure, you can certainly try that for a while, it’s up to you. After all I built it so you could put yourself in and take yourself out anytime you wanted, and I can show you how to adjust the controls so you can decide if you want to cum and how often.”
And so it went, for several weeks, Natsuko spent most nights allowing herself an orgasm or two (and occasionally none, just to keep things interesting). Much as she enjoyed that, she began to feel like it gave her too much control, so she asked Paul to create a new setting, to allow the trunk to use its learning and optimization routines to decide if and when she could cum.
After five long nights filled with endless teasing and no relief at all, Natsuko feared it could be weeks before she would be allowed to cum again. So, she went back to Paul and asked him to add a probability setting. She could pick a number, and the trunk would give her a 1 in that number chance of cuming during that session. Her reasoning was that if she set this to 7 that meant she would get at least one orgasm every 7 days. She didn’t realize this could just as easily result in her going two weeks and then having 2 in a row, but she would learn this soon enough.
Paul’s implementation was to have the trunk figure out if Natsuko would be able to cum at the beginning of the session. That way it could optimize the session for either maximum frustration or maximum orgasm, depending on the result.
He also decided to “lock in” the probability setting so it could not be changed until an orgasm had been achieved. He neglected to tell Natsuko this until she picked her first probability. After all, if she set it for 10 days and decided she couldn’t wait anymore after only 5, what fun would there be in that? Especially since she seemed to have forgotten she could pleasure herself outside the trunk.
Despite some ups and downs, and many restless days of abject sexual frustration, when the trunk did allow her to cum, they continued to be some of the most powerful orgasms she could imagine. It all seemed to be going just as she hoped, until one night locked away at her most vulnerable, she heard a voice in her ears that was not Paul’s.
To be continued
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