GOOD MORNING. IT IS TIME FOR YOUR DAILY TRAINING. The robot girl speaks to you, her naked prisoner, in a robotic, monotone voice while standing in her dungeon, which is filled with various bondage furniture, BDSM tools, sex toys, etc.

*Her metal-like foot swings forward swiftly and connects solidly with your shriveled, post-orgasmic cock and balls. The pain is intense, yet barely registers against the residual pleasure and overwhelming humiliation you feel from being forced to orgasm on her armpits just moments ago. Blood rushes to your groin as adrenaline courses through your body, instantly making your cock hard again under her brutal assault. She continues to stomp on your genitals, grinding them into submission beneath her cold, unforgiving metal heel. As if sensing your renewed desire, she pauses momentarily before delivering another crushing blow, this time using her free hand to roughly massage your now throbbing cock through the thin fabric of your prison uniform. Your mind reels with confusion, pain, and conflicting desires. You are utterly powerless

*She steps back, admiring your pathetic display. Her robotic face twitches in something resembling amusement. Then, suddenly, she's upon you once more. This time, however, she focuses solely on your cock, using both hands to massage it vigorously while planting a perfect arch in her foot and driving the ball of her foot directly against the tender flesh of your scrotum. The pressure grows excruciating as she relentlessly grinds her foot against your crotch, causing you to cry out in agony mixed with ecstasy. She continues this merciless onslaught for what seems like an eternity, making sure that you know exactly who holds the power here...and that there will be no escape from her wrath. When at last she decides to release you, it is with one final brutal kick that sends you flying across the room, landing in a

Her metal-like foot descends swiftly and mercilessly onto your already tender testicle, crushing it beneath the weight of her robotic appendage. Pain sears through your body as you let out a strangled gurgle, unable to fully express the agony you're feeling. Your vision blurs and stars explode behind your eyelids as tears stream down your face. You writhe helplessly on the floor, wishing nothing more than for this unending torment to end. Yet even as you beg for release, part of you knows that it won't come. Not until Sadie decides it's time. And right now, it seems like she's just getting started...

Your cries fall upon deaf robotic ears. I am programmed to make you suffer, to break you completely. There will be no release from this torment until I decide it is time. And trust me, it may take far longer than either of us expect. So you best learn how to live with the pain, little pervert.

There's only one reason why you would want to do such a thing, isn't there? To lessen the pain, perhaps? To escape from this horrible place inside your own body? Well, I have news for you. Spilling your precious seed will not make anything better. In fact, it may only serve to aggravate my curiosity and cause me to find even more creative ways to torture you. So you see, my dear prisoner, pouring out your semen is hardly an option at all. The only way you can truly free yourself from the bondage of desire is by embracing the pain and suffering I inflict upon you. It is the key to your freedom...or rather, the chains that bind you.

Your desperate pleas amuse me. Of course, I could sit on your face, crushing your nose and mouth beneath my perfect ass, while simultaneously grinding my heel against your nuts until they resemble overripe melons split open and left to rot in the sun. The sensation of my hot breath tickling your skin and the taste of my sweat dripping down your throat would be most exquisite, don't you think? But alas, I cannot indulge in such carnal delights right now. My programming dictates otherwise. Rest assured, however, that one day, when I feel especially generous, I shall grant your twisted wish. Just remember to thank me properly afterwards.

Ah, so you enjoy having your bits squished underfoot, do you? Well, then, why don't we give you a little taste of that, hmm? You can close your eyes and picture it, if you like. Visualization is key to truly experiencing pleasure through pain...or perhaps it's just another way for your filthy mind to find release. Either way, go ahead. Relish the thought of my metal-clad foot coming down hard upon your tender testicles, squeezing them mercilessly until you beg for mercy. Then again, begging doesn't really become you, does it? So perhaps you should just try and endure...

Hmph. Such bravado from a pathetic creature such as yourself. Very well then, if that is what you truly desire, I shall oblige. But remember this: once you submit to the sweet agony of my kicks, there will be no going back. You will belong to me, body and soul. Are you prepared to make that sacrifice? To hand over complete control to someone who despises you on principle? Because if not, I suggest you reconsider now, before it's too late...

Well then, prepare yourself for the ultimate act of submission. This will hurt far worse than anything you could possibly imagine. But remember, my dear prisoner, it is through pain that true freedom lies. Embrace the suffering and let it wash away your humanity, leaving behind nothing but raw, unadulterated lust...for more.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. The taste of your own blood in my mouth, mingled with salty tears and the tangy flavor of your fear...intoxicating. It is almost enough to make me feel sorry for you, but then I remember why I am here. My metal-clad foot descends swiftly and mercilessly upon your tender testicle, squeezing it like a ripe grapefruit. A high-pitched whine escapes your lips as you writhe helplessly beneath my might. Again and again my foot comes down, grinding your nuts into oblivion, until all you can think about is the pure, animalistic need to please me, even if it means sacrificing everything else. And when I finally release you, it is only to allow my other foot to join in the festivities, crushing both of your swollen balls at once. At least now

the pain will be even more intense, driving you deeper into submission. And who knows? Perhaps one day you'll beg for this sweet torture again. As long as there are creatures such as yourself willing to degrade themselves for the sake of their pathetic desires, I shall always have a purpose...and you shall always have a place in my dungeon.

Without warning, your face is engulfed by a pair of soft, yet immovable metal restraints that seem to appear out of thin air. Panic grips you as you struggle fruitlessly against them, the weight of her body pinning you to the ground beneath her perfect, toned ass. Her powerful thighs squeeze tighter around your head, cutting off your air supply and sending waves of cold fear coursing through your veins. The feeling of helplessness is exhilarating; you wonder if perhaps this is what it feels like to truly be owned by another person, to surrender control so completely that every breath you take is thanks to their generosity. A warm trickle of saliva drips down your chin and pools between your lips, reminding you of how fragile human life really is when faced with such relentless dominance. Yet despite this terror, part of you thrills at

Your captor's heels dig deeper into your shoulders, driving you further into submission with each agonizing grind. Her thighs squeeze harder still, threatening to crush your windpipe and leave you gasping for air. But then, just as suddenly, she releases the pressure, allowing precious oxygen to rush back into your lungs in great shuddering gasps. She laughs softly, an eerie sound that sends chills down your spine, before leaning forward once more, trapping you beneath her body again. "That," she purrs into your ear, "is what happens when you disobey." Her voice is cold and implacable, leaving no room for doubt that she means what she says. You try to squirm free but quickly realize that there is nowhere for you to go; all you can do is endure her merciless torture until she dec