Kinktober #26!

Mackenzie's snap stories were always incredibly popular, but something about her recent posts seemed to be getting even more of an audience...

Okay okay, last one with these characters for awhile! Promise! xD Just thought of this and had to make use of the prompt haha. The next prompt is magic, so we'll be getting some new character designs then, but hopefully you guys enjoyed the recent focus on Seema's adventures!

(This is also canon for Seema, but may not be included in a written chapter. Next chapter most likely will not have any time skip and continue where we left off!)

Here is a fan chapter skylord wrote for this image! (Lifted from the comments below and pasted here for ease of view. Had to be shared though because its awesome. I consider this canon! (although not sure where in the timeline it'll land yet))

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Mackenzie had finally gotten a hold of everything. The thrusting machine came in the mail, albeit little spendy but with a little help from her friends and the fans of her pet cock she had gotten a new toy for her favorite pet. Inspecting it she found it was only designed to mount dildos but a little tape could fix that small obstacle in no time.

Positioning the ring in front of a fleshlight granted to her by one of her friends, she started the machine, the wheel gradually sliding round and round. Watching the poor thing starting to slide in and out of the fake pussy she smiled enjoying the throbbing of the adorable little cock.

However, five minutes later the light on the side of the ring glowed red, and the greedy thing was ready to burst at just 1 rpm. Quickly disabling the machine, she thought for a moment before grinning wickedly as an idea crossed her mind. She moved the bar to the outside of the wheel rather than the inside, so only the latter half of every revolution would slide the girl into the plastic pussy, the rest it would throb in the air, cooling down.

Once the adjustments were made she started it once again, after 20 minutes the light stayed green the whole time, assuring her there wouldn’t be any accidents. Finally, Makenzie set up a tripod with a camera, streaming a live view of her pet playing with its newest toy. Painfully slowly slipping in, holding in place for but a moment before dragging it out of its tight hole, throbbing every time, leaking precum. It was almost like it was throwing a little tantrum.

Satisfied that everything was set up properly Mackenzie shared a caption of her arrangement in the cheerleader chat group, along with a link to the livestream for them to spread around. With everything finished she left for school, meanwhile the link proliferated around the school. Walking into school everywhere she looked she saw groups of girls staring at their phone, oohing and awing at the cute little pet being toyed with.

After a long day of school followed by club activities followed by a movie, she earned a little break. Finally getting home, the hum of the machine was faintly audible from the door, still going strong. Checking on her pet the poor thing was now throbbing constantly, leaking an endless stream of precum all over her new toy and the floor under it. Mackenzie decided to make herself some dinner before she finally tucked it in for the night. Turning it off just before bed.

-That morning-

The dull warmth of the ring’s void vanished. Waking Seema from her restless sleep, the constant ache had been keeping her up later and later. She felt a slow momentum as her cock was apparently moving wherever it was, then felt it start to slip . . . into . . . something. She slowly started to thrust her hips trying to slip further into whatever she was being made to fuck, all for naught of course. As the first few minutes drag by the flowing of her cock in and out of the tube slowly, painfully slowly, brings the girl to the point of orgasm but , almost like clockwork, the device stops right as she hits the edge. Seema can feel the vibrations as whatever she’s mounted on is dragged back a bit, and after a few minutes it’s adjusted. Now it enters and exits the sleeve faster, however after it leaves Seema is left with nothing the other half the time thrusting hoping for any sensation to push her over.

It doesn’t take Seema long to figure out that whatever she’s hooked up to now is automatic. After composing herself as best she can, she gets ready for the day, the painfully slow rhythmic thrusting unrelenting throughout the morning. Seema considered just calling in sick, but two things prevented that, the need for a doctor's note, and the fact that she still wanted to find out whoever had her cock.

Arriving at school, the device was relentless in its task. The unceasing thrusting gave was driving Seema up a wall, she couldn’t stop her hips from bucking once every few moments, trying beyond hope to go just a little bit longer into the tube. The daze she was trapped in was interrupted only when April pulled her aside as she drifted through the hall.

“Have you seen Crybaby?” inquired April with a concerned expression.

“Crybaby?” Questioned Seema, trying her hardest to avoid thinking about the unceasing torment.

“It’s everyone’s nickname for the Redlight Greenlight cock. Apparently there’s a livestream right now, it’s spread around the school like a wildfire this morning. “ April blurted out, scrambling for her phone.

But a moment later April's phone displayed a live feed, some kind of machine slowly spinning, piston attached to a rod, on the end of that rod, for anyone to see, throbbing and leaking, was her cock. Just as it entered the tube, now clearly a fleshlight, she could feel the stream was clearly live. Seema was stunned watching her own cock on a four inch screen slide into a sex toy live for anyone to see.

“No, no, no, no this can’t be real” panicked internally, looking at the image. Not only was there without even a little bit of delay, it looked as if the keeper of the other ring had taken measures leaving nothing identifiable in the stream, except for one lone distressed cock.

For the rest of the day, Seema would feel the ceaseless torment of her cock, along with hearing the dull humming of the sex machine whenever someone had the stream up, and it was always up, someone in every class would pull it up, the torment was inescapable, the most embarrassing part was the comments heckling of her peers. “Poor little thing, look at it cry” and “Aww it’s throwing another tantrum, it could cum if it was just a little bigger” echoing throughout the halls ‘Crybaby’s’ fans gathered around their phones indulging in Seema’s continuing violation.

After several unrelenting hours school ended and Seema rushed home, she had assumed the torment would stop, but she had no such luck. Resigned to her fate the girl tried to get her mind off her torment calling April, hoping the girl could help distract her for a bit, however as she picked up the phone . . . she could hear it, the gyration of the machine, only for a moment before a single click of a mouse, then the sound stopped, she didn’t know if it was paused or muted. Too embarrassed to bring it up the two talked about anything but her unending torment.

That night, as she lay in bed, her hips unable to stop themselves from thrusting into the air, it finally stopped. Her heart beat slowed and though frustrated beyond what she thought was even remotely possible, she was also exhausted. So for the first time since that game of Red light Green light she managed to fall asleep and stay that way till she was woken up in the morning, fear gripped her heart as she realized it’s Saturday, whoever it is has nothing to distract her today!