Chapter 15: Prime Time Debauchery
The chrome fuck machine hummed like a hungry beast beneath the blinding studio lights, its articulated arm slick with lube. Betty, wrists cuffed behind her back to the machine’s frame, ankles strapped wide apart to cold metal stirrups, wore only the familiar rigid plastic mask and a sheen of sweat. "Welcome back to TechEdge Live," chirped the host, her manicured finger pointing towards Betty’s trembling form, "where Mri Industries showcases revolutionary product testing!" The machine’s thick, bulbous dildo head, sheathed in a translucent Pure Lust condom glistening with lubricant, pressed insistently against Betty’s dripping cunt. "Observe," Mri commanded smoothly into his headset mic, his voice echoing through the studio monitors, "the seamless integration of Pure Lust technology with advanced robotics." With a hydraulic hiss, the arm pistoned forward, burying the entire length into Betty’s pussy in one brutal thrust, stretching her wide open on the high-definition feed broadcast city-wide. "Fuck!" Betty gasped, the sound muffled by the mask but picked up clearly by the boom mic overhead, her body arching off the padded bench involuntarily.
In the cramped, dim green room, Roger stared slack-jawed at the wall-mounted monitor showing the live feed. The close-up filled the screen: the obscene bulge of the dildo stretching Betty’s labia, the Pure Lust logo stark against her flushed skin. Unconsciously, his hand drifted to the front of his trousers, fingers pressing hard against the stiffening ridge beneath the fabric. "Christ," he breathed, eyes glued to the screen as the machine began a relentless, rhythmic pounding, withdrawing almost completely before slamming home again with a wet slap audible even through the monitor’s speakers. "Look at that cunt take it," he muttered, his thumb rubbing slow circles over his trapped cock, imagining the familiar heat, the tightness. "Wish that was my wife... fuck, wish she got fucked like that..." On screen, the machine paused, the dildo slick and gleaming as it withdrew fully, leaving Betty’s pussy gaping momentarily before the arm smoothly repositioned lower. The condom-swaddled tip pressed firmly against her tight, puckered asshole. "And now," Mri announced, a predatory gleam in his eye visible even to Roger through the screen, "Pure Lust facilitates exploration of the ultimate frontier." Betty whimpered, a high-pitched sound of protest mixed with something else, as the machine pushed relentlessly against her resisting ring of muscle. Roger’s breath hitched, his hand moving faster now, fingers digging into the denim. "Yes... shove it in her ass... make her scream..." The tip breached, stretching the dark pink rim obscenely wide on the massive screen, the condom straining. With a final hydraulic groan, the machine buried itself deep into Betty’s rectum, her muffled scream echoing in Roger’s ears as he came violently in his pants, shuddering, eyes locked on his wife’s violated body illuminated for millions.