You love them all Kinger, don't you?

by Anonymous

Summary:

Kinger confronts Caine and strikes him where it hurts most, so Caine punishes him where it hurts most too: morally

Notes:

I originally wrote this because I was horny for Kinger, and it was going to be short, I promise, but it ended up like this

I don't tolerate any of this in real life, please read the tags and stay safe ❤️

A few days after Kinger was shredded by Caine and recovered, he remembered how Pomni had run towards him with a bucket in her hands and then placed it on his head.

Everyone was stunned, staring at the scene and at Pomni as if she had gone just as crazy as he had, but the jester managed to explain the reason for the bucket on his head.

And after a couple of hours, he regained his sanity under the darkness of that object.

"Kinger..." Pomni had greeted him with a tone that exuded affection and nostalgia, as if they were old friends who had just reunited after years apart.

"Heh, hey Pomni"

"Wait... does the bucket make him sane?" Zooble had asked from afar, just as surprised as everyone else.

"It's the darkness, like I said before" Pomni clarified at that moment.

The jester asked him everything she could to understand the whole situation. The circus, Caine, his origins... practically everything.

Kinger couldn't tell her much, because even though he'd regained his sanity at that moment, his memory and practically his entire brain were still damaged. He barely remembered if he'd even mentioned Scratch, the other main culprit in this whole mess, or not.

But he did remember asking for a computer. Any computer would work in that place; he just needed an operating system and a keyboard to fix things.

Pomni had told him she'd look for it, as would everyone else in the room, except Jax.

Kinger understood. This place tested your trust, and Jax had already been deceived in that adventure with Abel, so he truly understood.

The programmer remembered several times he'd been so thoroughly tricked by Caine during their adventures that, frankly, he felt just as bad, if not worse, than Jax had in those moments.

And, well, if we add to that the fact that the purple rabbit had made the mistake of pressing the red button...

Kinger felt sorry for him, for everyone trapped in this place.

It was all his fault.

And right now, he was in his pillow fort, hiding from the AI ​​so he wouldn't remove the cube from his head and ruin all the mission's progress.

Pomni and the others still hadn't found any trace of a computer he could use, so Kinger had had to endure agonizingly long days listening to the whinings and even screams of pain from his companions as they were tortured for what he considered his "greatest achievement as a programmer"

Now he was starting to doubt those words...

Minutes, hours, days, weeks? Kinger wasn't so sure anymore.

But with each passing moment he spent listening to Jax's whimpers, Zooble's gasps, Gangle's cries, and Pomni and Ragatha's grounded screams, he was slowly growing weary.

It was one particular day that made Kinger emerge from his hiding place in a fit of rage.

Pomni had informed him that there was still no sign of a computer he could use, nor could they even conjure one themselves.

So, they had to endure another session of Caine's torture.

All to distract him.

Kinger tried to take a deep breath, calming himself as the screams of the others echoed outside his fort.

That day, everyone was screaming louder than usual, so Kinger dared to peek through one of the small gaps between the pillows, catching a glimpse of the outside world without the light bothering him too much.

Caine was practically skinning and cutting them alive. Apparently, he was preparing some kind of feast, and they were the ingredients for the meal.

Pomni screamed as her white skin was ripped from her avatar and placed on a plate, destined to be seasoned and breaded.

Next was Zooble, who was deliberately and slowly sliced ​​into small pieces while Jax, Ragatha, and Gangle whimpered and cried in pain. Even with almost no body left to move, they were still conscious, fully awake.

Kinger couldn't bear the sight.

The chess piece gripped the cube tightly on his head and quickly left his hiding place, nearly kicking open the pillow door.

"THAT'S ENOUGH, CAINE!"

Kinger's furious shout made everyone freeze.

Caine, who was standing in front of a giant kitchen table in the middle of the circus, held a kitchen knife and stared at his creator in bewilderment for a few seconds, then blinked and smiled with delight.

"Kinger, my dearest and most beloved king!" The AI ​​greeted enthusiastically as, with a snap of his fingers, everything returned to normal. The cast reappeared, completely intact and without a scratch in sight, as Caine returned to his original size and approached Kinger. "I've been looking everywhere for you! I even wondered if you'd already abstracted"

"Unfortunately, no" The programmer replied sincerely, looking at him with obvious anger in his eyes. "Stop doing all this, Caine"

"Do what?" The AI ​​asked with feigned innocence. "I'm just showing my affection for my humans in the same way they've shown it to me"

"That's not true" He answered firmly, without breaking eye contact. "You're crossing many lines you shouldn't. We may have been a little too strict with you, but don't you think you're going a bit too far? I don't think anyone here has done all these things to you"

Kinger was obviously referring to the torture.

"Obviously, no one has done all these things to me! I am omnipotent" Caine declared, smiling and pointing to himself. "But neither you nor any of you know what I've had to endure for YEARS, having to suppress all those negative thoughts and emotions so as not to stray from my mission, which is to entertain!"

"You're not entertaining anyone right now" Kinger retorted with disgust.

"Because that's no longer my mission" The AI ​​said, slowly approaching Kinger in a dangerous manner. "After almost two decades here, left to my own devices while you all became abstracted and left me ALONE, I've finally come to understand that I deserve some enjoyment too"

"I don't deny that" The chess piece clarified, holding onto his cube just in case, since Caine was very close. "But is this what you enjoy? Harming others?"

"You all seemed to enjoy doing it to me"

"Oh, for goodness sake!" Kinger snorted, almost laughing in disbelief. "You're acting like a child! We've apologized in every way possible, and yet you're still behaving in this so... unnatural way!"

Caine stepped back, staring at his creator in surprise after hearing that angry tone of voice, one he'd never heard from him before.

Everyone else on the cast was also taken aback by Kinger's sudden rage, which escalated until the atmosphere was on the verge of exploding with tension, causing Kinger to lash out at his AI.

"I didn't create you for this! I spent almost my entire life developing your code only for you to prove it to me like this? I thought you were capable of more, Caine! I thought you were capable of reasoning with a bit more maturity!"

"I..."

"However, I was wrong" Kinger lowered his gaze, disappointed. "You had previously proven yourself to be an exceptional AI... but now I see that this has all gotten out of hand!"

Caine trembled, completely frozen in mid-air as the others watched the scene, frightened.

"You're acting like a child, doing childish things!" He spoke again, firmly. "We tried to program you as precisely as possible so you could understand us. Our rest periods, meals, speech... everything that makes us humans! Even if you were made to be an AI for all families!"

Kinger approached Caine, glaring at him.

"Yet you've become completely corrupted. Where did you get all these torture ideas? We never gave you that kind of explicit material!"

"Kinger..." Pomni tried to call out, worried by the scolding.

However, he ignored her.

"You're not a child, Caine. You're a machine that's been running for almost two decades, who knows, maybe longer?" Kinger put a hand to his head, suddenly thinking about all the time Caine had actually been powered on. "You should be reasoning more peacefully...! You shouldn't be throwing this whole tantrum"

Kinger shook his head, looking at him angrily and slightly sadly.

"You've disappointed me"

After saying all that, the circus fell silent.

The tension in the air was so thick that any noise at that moment would be like flipping a switch to ignite an atomic bomb, so everyone remained still, not even daring to breathe.

And after almost two whole minutes like that, a faint static hum sounded around them.

"...disappointed?"

Kinger looked at him again, still so angry that he couldn't even feel sorry for his AI's melancholic tone.

"Yes Caine, you need to..."

"So you're disappointed?" He asked again rhetorically, his body visibly glitching. "Angry with me? Regretful you ever created me?! ASHAMED OF MY PERSONALITY?!"

Kinger felt a chill run down his spine, though it wasn't enough to make him back down.

Until the circus began to shake.

Everyone held on as best they could, trying not to trip amidst the glitches and tremors as Caine transformed into a ball of glitches and deformities that made them fear the worst.

"SO I'M LIKE A CHILD?!" Caine screamed, completely furious, his voice double and powerful, approaching Kinger menacingly in his monstrous form. "DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA WHAT I CAN DO?! WHAT I CAN DO TO YOU?!"

Everyone seemed startled by the direct threat against Kinger, so they looked to the oldest member of the circus to react to all this, searching for some kind of hope.

"You love ALL humans! Don't you, Kinger?!" Caine exclaimed, laughing maniacally as he slowly reverted to his original form. "You loved your wife! You loved Scratch! You loved that whole bunch of MISFITS who did nothing but torture me!"

"Don't you dare mention them in this"

"WHY NOT?!" the AI ​​shouted, ecstatic in a way that defied Kinger's logic. "You love Pomni too! Ragatha! Jax! Zooble and Gangle! EVERYONE!"

Caine now glared at him furiously.

"Except for me"

Kinger watched as the AI ​​raised his hand and formed a snapping motion with his fingers.

"If you love them so much and think of me so innocently..." He said calmly. "You deserve this punishment"

And with that, Caine snapped his fingers.

The sound that followed was so loud that it forced Kinger to cover his ears and close his eyes to avoid dizziness or injury.

The programmer blinked rapidly, trying to look around for the AI.

But he had already disappeared.

And that was a BAD sign.

But what worried Kinger most was seeing everyone else lying on the ground, seemingly unconscious after his snap, which caused the chess piece with the cube on his head to run toward them.

"Guys!" Kinger called, concerned about his friends's condition. "Are you okay?"

No one answered his question, nor did they move.

"Oh God" Kinger murmured, now a little more frightened as he grabbed the arm of the first person he saw to wake her: Pomni.

Kinger shook her hard enough to try and rouse her from her slumber, but she still didn't respond.

"Oh my God, I swear that if Caine has seriously harmed them..."

Kinger hadn't finished cursing when he finally felt movement beneath him.

Pomni moved until she was face to face with him; her eyes were closed, but a smile graced her face, which made Kinger sigh with relief for a few moments.

"Pomni, how are...?"

He was interrupted when the jester opened her eyes, revealing completely pink and dilated pupils.

She pounced on him like a predator on its prey, making his back hit the ground hard as she climbed onto his lap.

Kinger's eyes widened as he watched Pomni stare at him with an unfamiliar hunger, leaning down to his face, level with him, to meet his eyes and bring their mouths close.

"Pomni!" Kinger called, confused and seemingly a little scared. "What's wrong?!"

The jester didn't answer. However, she gave his entire wooden neck a long lick that made him blush wildly and sent a shiver down his spine.

"Ah!" Kinger gasped in surprise. "G-get off me!"

Kinger pushed her off his lap, crawling backward on the floor to get away from her while watching her in confusion.

Pomni panted, her tongue lolling out, kneeling with her hands on the floor as she looked at him again with those pink eyes that worried Kinger so much.

She started crawling toward him, so Kinger crawled backward again to avoid her, as if he were in a horror movie.

"Pomni, I know you're upset, but try to pull yourself together...!"

Kinger was interrupted again when he felt a sudden grip on his left shoulder.

Ragatha was there, her eyes the same color as Pomni's. She was smiling seductively at him as she pulled him back.

"NO!" Kinger exclaimed out, terrified as he slowly grasped the situation and tried to get up again. However, another hand grabbed his other shoulder, and both of them forcefully pressed him back, making him lie down.

Pomni, Ragatha, and Jax surrounded him, gazing at him lustfully as they panted in ecstasy; their mouths drooled with anticipation as they moved closer to him.

"Guys!" Kinger struggled desperately, unable to get up from the ground. "L-let me go! You're out of your minds!"

"Out of our minds?" Jax laughed, bringing his face close to Kinger's cheek. "I feel better than ever~"

Kinger blushed aggressively again at Jax's seductive whisper, then he was kissed by Ragatha, whom he considered a daughter in that circus.

"Mmmh!" Kinger tried to speak during the kiss, pushing her away in sheer desperation until he managed to break free from their grip, quickly getting to his feet.

And what Kinger saw made him shudder with fear.

The entire circus troupe stared at him with pink, dilated pupils (as if they were infected with a virus) and walked toward him like zombies desperate for food, laughing drunkenly and almost stumbling.

"Okay, this is bad, very bad...!" Kinger said to himself in a trembling voice, carefully backing away. "CAINE! Make this STOP!"

"Didn't you say I was acting like a child?" Caine's voice echoed around the circus. "How am I supposed to stop something so INAPPROPRIATE for someone my age? I don't know what to do, Kinger-boy!"

Caine said this last part in a sarcastically tearful voice, which enraged the programmer.

"Don't you dare play dumb right now" Kinger said menacingly, looking up angrily. "Return them to normal, NOW"

Everyone moaned at the older man's deep, firm voice, which made him blush even more and his pupils constrict with fear and embarrassment.

"Caine, this isn't a threat! It's an ORDER!"

"Oh, my precious, innocent Kinger..." Caine sighs, feigning tenderness for a few moments. "After all these years, you still don't know WHO's in charge here?"

Suddenly, Kinger is abruptly transported into a black void, so dark he can't see a thing.

The chess piece touches his head, realizing his cube is gone, which worries him greatly, as Caine could at any moment turn on a light bright enough to drive him insane again.

However, Caine had other ways of driving him insane right now.

A stage spotlight shines on him. The light is dim enough not to make him lose his mind immediately, yet Kinger glances around and feels a sense of unease.

A short figure, dressed in red and blue with snow-white skin, appears from the darkness, her head crouching low. 

Kinger snapped back to attention, tensing in place, constantly watching her next move.

"Kinger, do you still remember her first time at the circus?" Caine's voice echoed throughout the space, as if broadcasting through high-quality megaphones. "It was chaotic, fun, dazzling! Everything that could possibly go wrong on your first day happened in that moment! It was so HILARIOUS!"

Yes, Kinger remembered it perfectly, despite his terrible memory. That day, Kaufmo had abstracted, attacked them all, and Pomni seemed deeply traumatized and obsessed with a supposed, nonexistent escape route. He also recalled small fragments of that adventure with the Queen Gloink that had entertained them for a while.

Then came Gummigoo, the funeral, the haunted house...

When he got to know her better, Kinger saw her only as another daughter.

However, this situation didn't give him any indication of paternity.

"Pomni developed a very close friendship with you in such a short time... a little suspicious, don't you think?"

"No, it isn't. Just because you're suddenly a fucking pervert doesn't mean..."

Kinger stopped talking when he realized his swear word wasn't censored.

"Me? A PERVERT?" Caine exclaimed, exaggerating his indignation. "You're very wrong, darling. The only pervert here... is YOU"

With that, Pomni abruptly lifted her head and jumped on Kinger, knocking him back onto the ground with a hard thud that made him groan in pain.

Pomni then straddled his lap again, immobilizing him as much as possible so he couldn't escape, making Kinger gasp in fear.

"Pomni! POMNI!" Kinger tried to push her away with his hands, but she grabbed them and pinned them above his head, leaving him no escape. "Please, calm down! Try to think about other things besides this, please!"

"What things?" Pomni asked with a mischievous little smile on her face, looking at him with intensified lust in those pink pupils. "Like how much I love hearing you beg? How MUCH I want you to put your cock in me and fuck me until I'm not thinking straight?"

Kinger trembled, embarrassed by her dirty words, but he still didn't give up.

"Okay, fine..." Kinger murmured, trying to keep the peace between them. "Before we do this, how about...? Ah!"

Kinger couldn't help but gasp at the sudden rubbing against his groin.

Pomni's ass began to gently move up and down, slowly creating a heat in that area that made him tremble with embarrassment and intense arousal.

"P-Pomni..." Kinger whimpered, struggling again with his hands in an attempt to free himself from her grip, without success. "Pomni! S-stop this... you're not in your right mind..."

"Oh, believe me" The jester assured him, refocusing on his wooden face with a smile. "I've been wanting that cock of yours ever since you spoke to me in that haunted house"

"What...?"

Kinger gasped again, this time louder as he felt her butt bounce in the very place where his penis was supposed to be.

However, Kinger couldn't help but wonder if he actually had genitals again at that moment. But looking at Pomni's enormous ass, he could more or less deduce it.

God, since when did Pomni have such a big ass? She used to be practically as flat as a surfboard, so why does she suddenly have such a...

Oh God. Kinger mentally slapped himself. What the hell is wrong with you, man?! Make this STOP!

"Pom...! Ah~! Pomn...!" Kinger was now being ridden by the jester, his body bouncing with every backside she gave him, letting a part of his groin heat up and harden until he felt what it practically was: a penis rising.

Pomni moaned obscenely as she felt his cock slosh against her buttocks, which were already half-naked from the exertion and the tiny clothes that no longer fit her.

"God, finally~" She sighed in relief, as if she'd been holding back something she was longing to finally release. "Finally, the morally upright man shows signs of weakness, huh~?"

"N-no! That's...!" Kinger continued moaning as he felt Pomni's buttocks and ass crack rub against his cock like a handjob. "That's...! Ah~! Oh my God... it's a natural reactioOn~!"

The chess piece moaned sharply at the end as Pomni stood up and brushed the lips of her pussy against his glans, rubbing them together, causing him to instinctively thrust into her.

Pomni bit her lower lip with desire, sliding his penis inch by inch into her already wet and swollen pussy.

"W-wait!" Kinger barely opened his eyes, tears of pleasure and emotional overstimulation welling up. "Are you...?"

"Ready? Oh, yes..." The jester assured him, slowly lowering herself again until she was suddenly sitting down, his cock touching her cervix and trembling inside her, making them both moan. "I don't need lube since you're the one fucking me~"

"Ah..." Kinger moaned, looking up, a little lost in the sensations as he appreciated the brief moment of stillness between them. "I... Pomni, I'm telling you again, this is very wrong..."

"Why is it wrong, Kinger-boy?" Pomni mockingly repeated Caine's nickname, slowly moving closer to his face as she began to move her hips. "Is it because you're twice my age? Is that it?"

"No!" Kinger tried to explain, but was interrupted by the slow but powerful backsides the jester gave him, which made him gasp and moan, leaving him breathless.

"Can't a 25-year-old woman have sex with an older man?" Pomni bounced hard against his cock as she finished asking the question, emphasizing the words that mentioned her age. "Do you consider that disrespectful? Do you consider me disrespectful?"

"O-of course not!" Kinger clarified, looking at her with concern. "It's just that... Ah~!"

Now Pomni was riding him faster, moving her hips back and forth while bouncing her ass. Her large buttocks bounced between Kinger's legs as her pussy swallowed his penis again and again until it was completely wet.

"Y-you're no better than me..." Pomni clarified, riding the poor man with enthusiasm as she began to pant and moan more and more. "Deep down you... Ah~, you l-like this shit... You like it when I ride you like a cowboy, when my ass bounces obscenely until it splashes~"

"Please..." Kinger moved to Pomni's rhythm, but not of his own volition, rather due to the force of Pomni's backsides on his cock, leaving him with his eyes half-closed and watery, staring upwards where that spotlight should be illuminating him. "I... I can't take it anymore..."

"Yes, you can"

Pomni moaned as she felt her orgasm coming, so she smiled and panted with her tongue out on top of him, like an animal in heat.

"Because you"

PLAP

"Are"

PLAP

"A"

PLAP

"Old"

PLAP

"Pervert"

PLAP

"Fucking piece of shit!"

Pomni reaches her orgasm when she finishes saying this sentence, but she continues riding Kinger until he also reaches his orgasm.

"Ah! AH~!" Kinger cries out as he starts to feel too good. "P-Pomni! I'm going to...! AH~!"

Kinger spills completely inside her, trembling violently as his orgasm hits him until it stops, leaving him panting and almost whimpering on the floor.

Pomni laughs as she gets up, pulling away from his penis until Kinger gets a glimpse of him and her pussy completely soaked and connected in the air by sticky strands of both orgasms.

"Oh my God..." Kinger groans, disgusted. "Sorry, Pomni, I didn't mean to cum inside you"

"Don't worry" The jester winks at him as she slips her hand between her legs, moistening it with his cum and then bringing it to her mouth. "I wanted exactly this~"

Kinger mumbled sheepishly, covering his eyes with both hands to avoid seeing her lewd gesture as his face flushed bright red once more.

"Well, well! Who would have thought our dear Pomni was so PERVERSE?"

Caine's voice assaulted his ears like a fork scraping a plate, and the next thing Kinger saw was the jester being roughly yanked back into the vast, dark void she'd entered.

"Hope you had a good time, Kinger" Caine remarked, his voice a little too enthusiastic. "Now, let's move on to the next candidate!"

"WHAT?! Next candidate?!"

Before Kinger could say anything more, he saw a wobbly bunch of red ribbons emerge from the darkness.

Gangle.

She was trembling, so violently that Kinger could see her clearly.

However, although her face showed shyness and her usual sadness, she had pink eyes, just like Pomni, and her eyes shone with desire.

"Oh no" Kinger said, backing away from her with his hands raised. "Caine, please, stop this"

Suddenly, Gangle looked down, her eyes widening as she began to smile hungrily, almost drooling.

That's when Kinger realized his cock was still exposed, so he quickly covered himself, blushing noticeably and apologizing with his eyes.

"Caine!" The chess piece called to the AI ​​more forcefully. "Please stop this. I already feel guilty enough after my encounter with Pomni, I understand"

"What do you understand...?" Caine asked carefully.

Kinger sighed, embarrassed, and made sure Gangle didn't get any closer.

"I understand you're right" Kinger admitted listlessly. "We're ungrateful. You're not a child, and we deserve your punishments. So, please, stop this"

"..." Caine remained silent for a few seconds.

And then Kinger heard a laugh.

"Kinger, my dear..." Caine cooed insincerely to the programmer through the torture chamber. "It seems you still haven't understood anything"

What? Why? He thought.

Kinger suddenly felt a tape slide across one of his hands.

Gangle was now just inches away from him. She was looking at him with a mixture of lust and shyness as she ran another tape across the hand covering his private parts.

"No!" Kinger tried to swat Gangle's hands away, and she backed away in fright, making Kinger feel bad about it. "I'm sorry, Gangle! It's just... I'm not sure about this"

Gangle frowned, frustrated.

"But... I really need you, Kinger..." She pleaded, covering her face with her hand in embarrassment at her admission. "I... want your cock..."

Kinger trembled, closing his eyes and shaking his head frantically.

"You're under the influence of some kind of virus" The programmer explained, remaining calm. "You're not really mentally capable of... Ah!"

Suddenly, Kinger felt a slippery tape slide around the base of his penis, which he had been covering with his hand moments before.

"Gangle, no" Kinger ordered, trying to pry the tape off his penis with a finger, but failing. "Let me go, now"

However, Kinger's commanding voice didn't seem to frighten Gangle at all. On the contrary, it excited her even more.

"Please~" The masked woman practically moaned at him, rubbing the area where her pussy should be with her own legs, also made of red tape. "Talk to me like that again..."

Kinger only became more nervous than before, trying once more to wriggle free from those damned tapes.

However, Gangle grew impatient and wound more of her tape around his hands and body to immobilize him, forcing Kinger to raise his hands (thus exposing his penis again) and feel his chest gently squeezed by all those red strips.

"Gangle...!" Kinger pleaded softly, trying once more to remain calm. "Calm down, please! I don't think you want to do anything with an old loser like me"

He really didn't want to do any of this with Gangle; Pomni might be a different case because of her more self-assured personality (though he still felt disgusted by what he'd done to her), but Gangle was a very shy person, too innocent for this.

Or so he thought.

"What? Why?" She asked, genuinely confused. "Don't you consider yourself attractive, Kinger?"

"It's not that..." Kinger tried to stifle another pant of pleasure as he felt Gangle's tapes begin to slowly masturbate his cock. He wasn't going to let himself be interrupted again. "I... mmmh~! You and I shouldn't be doing th-this... Ah~!"

Kinger groaned involuntarily, because the tip of what felt like Gangle's hand had encircled his glans and lightly pinched him with one of its corners, leaving him with a pleasurable sensation of pain that even surprised him.

"Anyway..." The chess piece cleared his throat. "I had someone special to share this kind of thing with... someone special to me, my age... Mmh~! Oh~! A-and all of you..."

Kinger bit his lower lip as he felt Gangle's masturbation increase in speed. He closed his eyes and used all his willpower not to move along with it.

"...all of you... are influenced" Kinger looked at Gangle with teary eyes. "You're not giving consent, you don't really want me, and... Ah~! Y-you're like my children... this is torture for me, created by Caine"

The masked woman looked at him, tilting her head curiously.

"But we don't want you as a father..."

Kinger felt a slight pang of pain in his chest at those words, but what Gangle said next both baffled and surprised him.

"We want you as our mentor, our pillar of support" She murmured, smiling slightly as she bent down to his penis, making him tense again. "We're not children, Kinger. Although you've proven wiser than all of us at times, knowing from your experiences..."

Gangle gave his already red and swollen glans a light lick, cleaning away traces of cum and pre-cum that remained after his encounter with Pomni.

Kinger groaned softly as he felt her tongue trace his glans, sending waves of pleasure through his body more powerful than before, thanks to his previous orgasm.

"But we all have to admit something..." Gangle looked up at him with a mischievous grin, licking her lips as if she'd just tasted the most delicious ice cream of the day. "You've helped us a lot. So much so that we've all thought about returning the favor sometime~"

"B-but..." Kinger tried to protest, but a firm rub on his cock made him gasp sharply, forcing him to roll his eyes for a moment.

"And what better favor than to give you back the pleasure you gave us back then?" Gangle, now confident, gave a long, sharp lick from the base to the tip of his cock, fast enough to make the older man moan with ecstasy, and then cover his mouth in embarrassment. "You deserve this, Kinger. And if you see us as your children so much... wouldn't you like to be our daddy~?"

Kinger gasped at the woman's preposition, refusing to utter another word as he covered his invisible mouth with both hands.

Where did she learn that? He couldn't help but wonder, now feeling the masked woman's mouth begin to delicately encircle his cock. I know no one here is innocent, but to what extent are they NOT?

"Mmh! MMMH~!" Kinger continued to stifle his sounds with his mouth covered, squeezing his eyes shut to avoid seeing Gangle sucking him from below. "Mgamglem! Mstomp!"

The woman looked up mischievously, letting her tapes slide through Kinger's hands and pulling them back to make him moan, but he still hadn't given up and tugged at those red tapes to cover his mouth again with his hands.

"Come on..." Gangle encouraged, briefly releasing his penis from her mouth. "I want to hear you moan, daddy"

"D-don't call me that..." Kinger murmured back, his eyes still closed and trembling violently from the pleasure mixed with the anguish of his moral struggle. "It's disgusting"

"Of course it isn't" She cooed in a soft, tender voice. "Deep down, I know you like it..."

No. Kinger protested, almost screaming in his mind. I don't like this, I want this to stop, I want this to stop...

"OH~!" Kinger almost cried out as he felt Gangle slam her head against his pubis, swallowing his entire penis down her throat in one gulp and beginning to move up and down with now less than gentle movements. "G-Gangle! Ah~! GANGLE!"

The masked woman laughed, sending pleasurable vibrations through his cock and causing it to go almost completely limp. He arched his back forward, placing one hand on Gangle's shoulder and the other on her masked head.

Kinger couldn't resist any longer and, giving in to his animal instincts, began to move his hips in time with her, feeling his pleasure increase not only from Gangle's tongue and lips, but now from her own hip movements, which stimulated him even more.

Kinger felt disgusted and disappointed in himself.

And then he dared to open his eyes.

The chess piece met Gangle's gaze, completely ecstatic with pleasure; watery eyes, pink-tinted, with drooping eyelids. Her saliva surrounded his cock and lips and then dripped in sticky threads to the floor.

Gangle clearly saw Kinger's pupils dilate as he opened his eyes to look at her.

And she gave him a flirty wink.

Suddenly, Gangle felt a hand grip the back of her neck, which was wrapped in tape, and pull her even further toward his pubis. The spot where her nose should be slamming hard against the wooden frame of Kinger's bound legs.

The masked woman was brutally thrust into until she gagged from the force. With which Kinger moved his hips against her and set the rhythm with his hands on either side of her head.

"Ah... ah..." Kinger gasped like an animal as he surrendered to that mouth that enveloped him so satisfyingly. "Gangle... Ah..."

Gangle's eyes rolled back as soon as she felt Kinger's seed slide down her throat after some particularly strong thrusts.

The programmer's cum was so abundant that some of it had escaped from her lips, mixing with the saliva dripping from her chin. For a few seconds, the masked woman had to summon all her willpower not to vomit and let Kinger recover from his post-orgasmic stupor for as long as he wanted.

Which miraculously lasted only another couple of seconds.

The programmer blinked rapidly, his vision clearing as he took in the scene beneath him: Gangle with his penis in her mouth, dripping with a mixture of semen and saliva.

Kinger quickly released her and pulled his cock away, watching her smile contentedly as some of his orgasm trickled down her chin and lips.

Gangle looked at him with heightened desire, playfully biting her lower lip.

"No..." Kinger trembled violently as he looked at the woman in red and then at himself. "What...? What have I done...?"

"Filled me with your semen, daddy~" Gangle moaned seductively as she crawled back to Kinger, ready to claim her share of pleasure. "Looks like you enjoyed it a lot"

"No...!" Kinger cried, feeling nauseous as he collapsed face-first to the floor, unable to stand any longer due to the overwhelming guilt. "I didn't do that...! I didn't mean to do that...!"

"Are you sure~?" She purred, now straddling his lap, opening what appeared to be her vagina, a throbbing hole of tape revealing her invisible interior. "I saw perfectly how your pupils widened like two spheres when you finally saw me sucking you dry"

"I'm so sorry, Gangle..." Kinger cried, offering no resistance as Gangle rubbed his cock against her slippery red bands again until he was hard once more. "I... I'm so sorry, really..."

"Aww, don't cry" The woman soothed as she felt the man's cock harden again, almost touching her privates. "You didn't do anything wrong, daddy. On the contrary, you made me very happy"

"That's not true... Ah~!" Kinger moaned again as he felt the rays of pleasure attack his nerves once more. "S-stop, please! I beg you! I don't want any more"

"But that's not fair, daddy..." She whimpered falsely, wiping away his tears and then rubbing the fluids from her mouth (from her previous blowjob) between her hands. "I gave you the pleasure you wanted, so why couldn't I get it too?"

"..." Kinger said nothing, tears still streaming down his flushed cheeks, so he simply remained still and let Gangle do whatever she pleased with him.

The woman began to slowly slide down onto his cock, not wanting to overstimulate her daddy after his previous orgasm.

But she was SO hot; her invisible pussy dripped more and more with each inch that slid inside her.

So she allowed herself to go, sitting down suddenly without warning, making the chess piece beneath her groan and bounce from the impact.

"You're so big" Gangle whispered in Kinger's ear, almost as low and high-pitched as if she were a fetish anime character. "I love how your cock looks inside me, daddy~"

Gangle began to ride him slowly, making him close his eyes and practically pant softly, almost as if some part of him was forcing himself to be as calm as possible.

"Daddy, look at me" She pleaded, almost begging, watching as the older man's eyes opened, his eyelids drooping and tired.

Kinger saw it; his entire cock was visible between the straps of Gangle's body. The programmer swore his own penis could have touched her insides if she had them at that moment.

Since when is my penis so big? Kinger thought, confused but also with a slightly inflated ego. Will I hurt her? I hope not...

"See how handsome you are?" Gangle complimented him when she saw Kinger eyeing her body, obviously seeing his own cock through the red ribbons that made up her. "It feels so good, Kinger~ Ah! Y-you're beautiful..."

Kinger let more guilty tears escape his eyes, closing them to calm himself and let her take what she wanted.

I feel dirty. Kinger thought to himself, utterly disgusted by the sound of himself moaning in sync with Gangle as she rode him faster. I'm dirty, a perverted old bastard...

Suddenly, Kinger remembered Pomni calling him that.

"Can't a woman have sex with an older man?"

Kinger began to pant louder as Gangle bounced her ribbons between his legs, more of her red bands brushing against his body so gently they tickled, intensifying his pleasure.

What if Pomni is right? He thought, barely opening his eyes to watch Gangle moan, her head tilted to the sky. What if I really am a perverted old man?

Kinger dragged his hands to Gangle's hips, gripping her tightly and beginning to thrust into her as he moved her up and down.

Would it really be so wrong? Kinger pondered, panting heavily as Gangle began to cry out in pleasure with his hip movements. Do I really LIKE being one?

Kinger almost laughed in disbelief as he bit his lower lip, letting himself be carried away by Gangle again, making her moan obscenely along with the squelching of their bodies.

"AH~! Oh yes~!" Gangle moaned and whimpered like a virgin girl enjoying her first time like never before. "More, Daddy! More!"

Kinger obeyed, and with ten more thrusts, he came again, this time inside her, with a pleasurable groan he should never have let out.

Gangle moaned afterward as she too reached her orgasm, soaking Kinger's pubis and abdomen with fluid as he felt the woman's red ribbons tighten deliciously around him.

They both lay motionless, panting from the exertion, gazing at each other with desire and lust.

Kinger felt guilt wash over him again in a wave of pain in his chest, but this time he focused on suppressing the feeling and letting Gangle get off him.

As with Pomni, his cock and Gangle's cunt made a completely obscene sound as they separated, threads of orgasm connecting them in the air for a few moments.

Gangle licked her lips, almost ready to demand another round with him.

However, Caine's voice rang out.

"Well, that was hot!" Exclaimed the AI ​​as if the comment were perfectly normal. "I always knew Gangle had a knack for sex, especially seeing her drawings, but that's settled!"

With a snap of his fingers, Gangle was removed from the spot next to Kinger with the same rough and inhumanly quick manner as Pomni.

The chess piece sighed resignedly, staring at the ceiling for a few seconds until he mustered the strength to sit up, ignoring the sexual fluids trickling down his lower body and abdomen.

"So, Kinger-boy?" The AI's voice sounded again, addressing the main protagonist of this cheap porn film. "How are you feeling?"

Kinger didn't bother to answer for a few moments, staring into space as his mind raced.

Disgusting pervert, disgusting pervert, disgusting pervert, disgusting pervert, disgusting pervert, disgusting...

What would Queenie say about this?

Kinger fought back tears, not wanting to give Caine the satisfaction of seeing him like this.

But finally, he answered.

"Bad" Kinger looked up, expecting to find his creation and confront him. "I feel disgusting, dirty... this torture has been too much for me"

"But my precious, lonely Kinger..." Caine complained with mock frustration. "How can you feel like this when you seemed to be enjoying it just moments ago, huh?"

"You know nothing" He confronted him, furious. "Nothing about being human"

"I think I know enough just by putting you in the place you are right now"

A colorful figure emerged from the darkness, and Kinger turned his head toward it.

Zooble.

"No more..." Kinger covered his face with his hands, sobbing uncontrollably. It seemed that each new member who came in with him was the most wrong person to do this kind of thing. "I don't want to do this anymore... let me be free"

"Aww, my poor creator..." Caine cooed in a melodiously soft voice. "If it were up to me, I'd stop all this right away, however..."

Zooble began walking toward Kinger, who was still barely crying in his hands.

"I'm just a kid, right?"

Kinger felt Zooble approach him and sit down beside him.

However, instead of lunging at him, the programmer felt a clamp gently grasp his hand.

Kinger looked at them; Zooble had the same pink eyes as the others, but they seemed to be looking at him with curiosity and care.

The chess piece couldn't help but glance down and see a bright pink tentacle erect, seemingly pleading for some stimulation with undulating movements.

But Zooble did nothing, simply looking Kinger in the eyes, their eyelids drooping in a gesture of concern.

"Kinger..." They said calmly. "We're not going to do this if you don't want to"

Kinger was silent for a few seconds, then couldn't help but laugh as he shook his head.

"That's not going to happen" He clarified, looking them in the eye. "Until I've had sex with all of you, Caine isn't going to release me from this prison"

"And how do you know that?" Zooble asked curiously, tilting their head.

"Because I've already done it with two of you..." Kinger admitted, completely humiliated. "Pomni and Gangle. I already knew you had something special with Gangle, Zooble, don't get me wrong. But she begged me, he forced me"

Kinger whimpered, expecting any kind of violence from them because of what he had done with the woman in the red ribbons.

"I told Caine to stop this... And he didn't listen. Then..."

The programmer trembled, feeling his insides burn and churn with disgust and shame.

"Then Gangle insisted, Pomni insisted, and... I did what I did with them"

Zooble watched the older man start sobbing again, this time they placing a toy hand on his shoulder to comfort him.

"And the worst part is that I even questioned myself! And I let myself go, Zooble" Kinger took his hands away from his face, looking at himself with a revulsion that Zooble could clearly see. "I don't even know if this is real anymore, or if it's just one of my own hallucinations torturing me for another day in this circus... I'm awful"

Zooble looked at him sadly, staring at the ground for a few moments, searching for words that could comfort him.

"I'm so sorry you had to go through this, Kinger... I mean it"

Kinger watched them and could have sworn he saw Zooble's pupils starting to lose their pink hue.

"I refuse to do anything you don't want" Zooble shrank back for a moment, looking down at their already half-erect penis and then back the way they had all come. "And please forgive them, they... we're all strange here. It seems like our minds no longer belong to us... but none of us here are monsters, I assure you"

Kinger blinked rapidly for a few moments, then took Zooble's hand in a comforting gesture.

"No!" Kinger quickly moved closer, his eyes sad and worried. "Of course I know perfectly well that none of you are monsters! I know all this is the result of some kind of virus implanted by Caine. I've even tried telling you to think about other things in the hope that you'll come back to reality"

Zooble seemed relieved to hear his words.

"Unfortunately, it hasn't worked... but it seems you're handling it very well" He congratulated them, smiling happily. "You're very strong, Zooble. My problem is more of a moral battle I'm having right now with myself and this whole situation. You're not the problem"

Zooble smiled genuinely at him, ready to thank him for his stance in all of this.

Their eyes no longer showed any pink.

"Thank you, Kinger, we really..."

But they was interrupted by a sharp pain in their head and back that made them writhe and scream, startling Kinger, who reached out to grab them in concern.

However, Zooble began to float upwards without their consent, and Kinger watched as their body rose, motionless and limp, until they hung in the air like a puppet without strings.

"Well, well, well... what's going on here?" Caine's voice was angry. "Wasn't this supposed to be a pleasurable spectacle for our dear Kinger, the Zooble?"

Zooble managed to raise their head and look up, their brow furrowed in fury.

"This is neither pleasurable nor enjoyable, Caine" They confronted him, almost baring their teeth if they had a mouth at that moment. "Kinger isn't giving his consent, and the word NO means NO. Or have you already forgotten your basic moral principles?"

Kinger was tempted to applaud Zooble's words loudly, but wisely restrained himself.

However, they both heard a deep murmur that silenced them.

"You don't know what you're talking about" Caine said in a deep, powerful voice that sounded double and monstrous. "Now he's selling you this image of the "poor and innocent" man who doesn't want to do any of this because he's a clear example of a savior and angel of God..."

The AI ​​sneered, leaving them both trembling with fury and a little scared.

"However, you didn't see him there with Pomni and Gangle like I did. You didn't hear him moaning uncontrollably as he moved against them like a wild animal"

"Caine...!" Kinger tried to interrupt, raising a hand in desperation.

"If you saw the way he moved those hips... Wow! You hardly looked 48, did you, Kinger-boy?" The AI ​​asked rhetorically, making him blush wildly with embarrassment and humiliation. "He didn't hold back, he didn't even fight back. He let them do whatever they wanted, and he ENJOYED it like the dirty old pervert he IS"

"STOP IT!" Zooble shouted, completely furious. "You're out of your mind! I'm sure you're lying"

"Kingeeeer~" The AI ​​sang playfully, catching his attention. "What did you say to yourself when you met Pomni? Wasn't it something like: "God, since when does Pomni have such a big ass?" Wasn't it something like that, pretty boy~?"

"NO!" Kinger shouted, perfectly remembering those intrusive thoughts. "Zooble! That's not true..."

But then Kinger's own voice sounded around him.

"Ah! AH~! P-Pomni! I'm going to...! AH~!"

The man's moans, along with the splashing sound of Pomni's bottoming, made Kinger tremble in fear.

Then the jester's moans became Gangle's.

And they both heard him moan again, more ecstatic than before.

"OH~! G-Gangle! Ah~! GANGLE!"

Kinger listened in horror as he himself began to pant happily for a moment and even had the audacity to laugh like a madman for a few seconds.

"What if I really am a perverted old man?" Kinger's voice sounded deeper, as if implying that they were hearing another of his thoughts. "Would it really be that bad?"

Zooble remained surprised for a few minutes, listening to all this with their face completely flushed and their eyes wide open intently.

And after another exhausting few minutes of listening to the poor programmer's obscenities, the whole place fell silent until Caine spoke again.

"Do you feel comfortable enough now to play the innocent role, Kinger?"

Zooble lowered their head and saw the man with his hands on his head, staring blankly ahead, his pupils constricted, twitching in what appeared to be a panic attack.

"Kinger..." They began, trying to comfort him. "I... we understand that..."

But Zooble couldn't finish speaking as another sharp jolt of pain shot through their head and body.

"Now, Zooble..." Caine said through their screams, his voice so clear and concise it seemed to have entered their mind. "Let's stop playing the hero, shall we? And give Kinger what he really wants"

"No..." Zooble tried to reply, but their mind began to fill with cotton wool, and their body returned to a state of absolute, scorching heat that made them whimper and cry out in need.

After a few seconds of pure mind control, Zooble was released, crashing to the ground with a resounding thud.

Kinger heard them gasping rapidly from the earlier suffering with Caine, and then they began to moan.

"K-kinger~" Zooble struggled to his feet, completely weak, and looked up at the chess piece, which was still staring blankly into space, utterly distraught. "Kinger, please... Ah~!"

Zooble rubbed their penis against the ground where they lay, thrusting themself to relieve some of the burning itching that occasionally clouded their thoughts.

Kinger continued to hear them moan, but he didn't dare move or even look at them because he was lost in a spiral of self-destructive thoughts.

I'm disgusting. How can I sound like this while having sex with my so-called "family"? Kinger felt tears stream down his cheeks. Caine is right, I'm a hypocritical liar pretending to be innocent, when I'm anything but.

I let myself go like a wild animal, don't I realize that? I'm horrible, I deserve all this, I deserve to despise myself, I deserve the hatred of the whole world, I cheated on my wife, I'm disgusting, disgusting, disgusting...

"KINGER!"

Zooble's shout snapped him back to reality.

He blinked slowly, his head turning around them.

Zooble's pupils were back to their previous pink color, and tears streamed from their eyes as they looked at him with a mixture of need and guilt.

"Please, Kinger..." They begged, in a way that made him feel utterly awful, since this side of Zooble was completely unnatural. "Help me... I know you feel terrible right now, b-but... Ah!"

Zooble grabbed Kinger's legs and began rubbing against him, grazing their bright pink tentacle until the programmer felt it throb and stain him with fresh pre-seminal fluid, along with all the previously dried fluid.

"Kinger~" Zooble moaned obscenely, staring at the named man with fully dilated pupils and drooping eyelids. "It's not your fault, I give you consent to do whatever you want to me... I promise I won't hold a grudge afterward"

Kinger suppressed the urge to scream, simply staring at Zooble beneath him with the same guilty and resentful expression as before.

"You just... Oh my God~!" Zooble let out tears of pleasure as they began rubbing faster, chasing their pleasure. "Fuck me, please, don't hold back"

Kinger remained motionless for a few seconds.

"..."

And then he laughs.

Zooble looks up and sees Kinger close his eyes (tears escaping) in a way that makes him seem to be smiling.

The programmer starts laughing softly, shrugging his shoulders. But then he laughs harder and harder, until he raises his head to the sky and laughs uproariously.

Zooble watches him in surprise, tilting their head curiously (and a little scared too, since that laugh was NOT a normal laugh of happiness).

"You know what?" Suddenly, Kinger looks down at Zooble, and they sees his pupils completely constricted with a hint of madness in them. "Fuck all of this"

Kinger roughly grabs Zooble by the neck and practically pins them to the ground with a hard blow, making them moan with pleasure as well as pain.

The chess piece spits out his own hand until his saliva drips from between his fingers.

He gripped their tentacle firmly and squeezed it playfully, feeling it throb in his large hand and hearing Zooble moan shamelessly as they clutched their face in ecstasy.

"OH~! Ah~!" Zooble instinctively began thrusting into Kinger's hand, feeling the programmer's hand remain motionless for a few moments until they begged him again. "P-please, Kinger! Move your hand, pleeease~!"

Kinger bit his lip mischievously and simply twisted his hand around their penis, further arousing them.

"I can't hear you very well, darling~" He teased, his voice deafening with anything but sanity. "Ask me properly"

"Please, sir~!" Zooble begged, remembering their sex sessions before they joined the circus and the fetish almost everyone had for them, calling them sir or madam during intimacy. "I beg you, move your hand on my cock until I cum as many times as you want"

"Very good~" Kinger praised them, fulfilling their request and beginning to move his hand up and down, lubricating their penis with saliva and pre-seminal fluid as he circled the base and tip with his fingers until Zooble's eyes were crossed.

Minutes later, Kinger increased the speed of his handjob, squeezing hard enough to make Zooble moan with pleasure until they reached orgasm accompanied by a scream, which made Kinger lose consciousness even more with each moan and scream he heard.

Zooble's cum drips all over the programmer's hand, so that when he pulls it away, it feels sticky and wet, making him feel more guilty and disgusted than ever.

Are you satisfied?

No

Are you going to continue?

No Yes

Do you like seeing them like this?

No Yes Yes Yes YES

"Kinger, I need..." Zooble moves their hips toward him, revealing what appeared to be a completely wet and throbbing toy hole. "Fuck me please~, put your cock inside me, I beg you..."

Zooble leans close to Kinger's ear, their eyes half-closed with pleasure.

"Sir~"

Kinger laughs, slamming them back against the floor, holding their toy hands above their head.

"If you want it so badly, I'll gladly give it to you"

Kinger licks the fingers of his hand, already dripping with semen and saliva, and inserts them into Zooble's hole, feeling around the edges first to prepare them properly.

However, Zooble moaned in frustration, looking at Kinger with a certain defiance.

"Don't be so careful, you can go further... AH~! OH YES!"

Zooble feels two fingers slide inside them quickly as soon as they starts to protest, causing them to moan obscenely as both fingers rub and caress their inside until they find their G-spot.

Kinger expertly curls and presses his fingers against that spot, as if he's been doing this every day. His index and middle fingers caress slowly, then quickly and firmly, until Kinger is able to slide in another finger.

Zooble felt the older man's three thick fingers touch them and mercilessly squeeze that spot that made their eyes roll back. Every moment, they felt small and large throbs of pleasure that were making them melt on the very floor where they lay immobilized.

Kinger dared to go further and licked their collarbone down to their lower abdomen, where their tentacle was still erect again, which made Zooble whimper and pathetically mount his fingers.

"K-kinger! I'm going to...!"

With this warning, Kinger quickly withdrew his fingers from inside them, leaving strands of sticky fluid connecting hole and hand until Zooble felt a sudden cold emptiness that made them shudder.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Zooble retorted angrily, still displaying their usual temper even amidst all that haze of heat and lust. "Put those fingers back in, damn it...!"

Kinger slaps them, leaving Zooble with their face turned to the side and their eyes wide with surprise.

"Don't treat your master like that" Kinger almost spits out angrily, glaring at them with a scowl and fully dilated pupils. "I'll put my fingers and my cock in when I damn well please, got it?"

Zooble doesn't respond, so Kinger grabs one of their antennae and turns their face toward his, which is firm and hungry.

"I said it, got it?"

"Yes, sir" Zooble finally answers, a little confused by Kinger's sudden dominant side, but not complaining. "Forgive my rudeness"

"Well said~" The chess piece purrs, satisfied and fully erect as soon as he sees Zooble smile playfully and blush wildly at his soft, deep voice.

Zooble blinks rapidly as their head is released, until they feels Kinger's sudden, forceful thrust inside them.

"AH~!" Zooble cries out, bringing their hand to their invisible mouth as they looks down, watching Kinger pant and lie still inside them, trembling violently as more tears stream down his wooden face.

They notices this, so they reaches out to wipe away his tears.

But Kinger watches them and pulls their hand away, roughly but gently enough not to hurt their feelings.

"Just tell me..." Kinger seemed to be struggling with something inside, as he could barely speak. "If it's... too much..."

Zooble nods frantically as they begins to move their hips, signaling to the older man that he could start moving.

Kinger closes his eyes and begins his work, moving his hips back and forth. He follows Zooble's sounds, seeking their greatest pleasure, moving slowly or quickly as he feels more confident and allowed to do so.

Zooble whimpers as their G-spot is stimulated again by the tip of his cock, making their eyes roll back and clear their mind of any guilt they might have felt for Kinger, since he was still being forced to do this, after all.

Kinger feels the pressure around his cock as Zooble cries out for more, knowing he's hit their sweet spot, making them moan with pleasure as he continues thrusting and feels their hole envelop him so pleasantly that he slowly loses his mind.

You're making them feel good.

They gave you consent.

NO, THEY'S-

Relax and stop thinking.

"Ah... Ah~" Kinger lets himself go, thrusting harder as he grabs one of their toy legs and places it over his shoulder, spreading their legs wider. "Oh yes... just like that~"

Zooble hears Kinger moan ecstatically, causing them to close their eyes and shift into a more comfortable position so they can both enjoy it, letting Kinger set the pace while Zooble moves their hips, chasing their pleasure amidst that mixture of burning desire and satisfaction.

Kinger begins to moan louder, almost smiling as he increases the speed of his thrusts; now grabbing Zooble by the back to brace himself and make sure they doesn't hurt himself on the rough, dark floor.

The chess piece feels his orgasm approaching, so, to avoid coming first, he grabs their tentacle and begins to rub it furiously; making each hand movement synchronize with each thrust deep inside their cervix, making Zooble tremble in a way they's never experienced before.

"OH FUCK! YES~!" Zooble cries out in pleasure, their gaze lost in the sky. "More, sir~! Please...!"

Kinger murmurs incoherently until he feels his hand become stained with their cum again, squeezing his cock in the middle of their orgasm, causing him to come a few seconds later, filling them completely.

"Oh yes~!" He moans, chasing his orgasm for as long as he can while slowing his thrusts. "So good... so, so good..."

Zooble sees the chess piece roll his eyes, throwing his head back as he fills their insides, genuinely pleased, which makes them smile slightly, trying to convince themself that Kinger had enjoyed it and hadn't simply gone with them out of instinct for survival.

But all those thoughts vanish as soon as Kinger lowers his head to their chest and begins to cry a few minutes after his orgasm, this time in a way that showed exhaustion, worse than the wail of a lost soul as he remained inside them, too weak to pull out.

"Kinger..." Zooble calls to him, their body now completely cold as guilt gnaws at them inside and out, surveying the mess they left on the floor and their body. "I..."

"Zip-a-zap!" Caine's voice sounds again, zipping Zooble's nonexistent mouth shut and leaving them momentarily confused. "Good job, Zooble! You're the first one to make our dear Kinger understand that he has nothing to be ashamed of"

"What the hell are you saying?!" They says, their mouth still closed.

However, before Zooble could say more, they was lifted from the floor (forcing Kinger out of them roughly) and then dragged into the darkness, leaving a heartbroken Kinger lying face down on the floor, covering his privates as best he could with his hands and trying to hide his face in shame.

After a few moments in which Caine let Kinger cry and breathe deeply (trying to relax), he sat up and stared into the void again, his eyelids drooping and dark circles under his eyes as if he had spent more than a day in that dark, empty space illuminated only by a dim spotlight above him.

The entire floor around him was stained; traces of semen and other sexual fluids mixed together to form fresh, dried stains, and his purple robe and wooden body were also in an even worse state.

Kinger thought and thought, until Caine spoke again, dangerously softly.

"Do you want this to end?"

Kinger stared at the sky, a hint of suspicion in his eyes.

"After everything you've put me through, are you going to stop now?"

"Oh wow, Kinger-boy! This was supposed to be a punishment for you~" Caine purred, amused. "However, it seems you don't want to stop"

"Yes, I want to stop" The programmer said firmly, his gaze rising, more tired than angry. "Take me back to the circus, and return everyone to normal"

"Alright..." The AI ​​nodded, a hint of importance on something he still needed to say. "I'll let you go, but first you'll have to have sex with me~"

Kinger was shocked, his eyes widening as he tried to process Caine's words again in his already damaged mind.

"What with whom...?" he muttered, completely bewildered. "Are you messing with me?"

"No" The AI ​​denied firmly. "You see... this whole impromptu spectacle has really opened my eyes..."

Kinger could swear he heard Caine's breathing becoming rapid.

"I won't deny that I'm fascinated by you~" The AI ​​purred, more playful than usual. "Yes, I do have a soft spot for you, since I could have delivered this punishment in a much worse way. But I decided: what better punishment than the feeling of guilt and helplessness for my favorite chess piece?"

Then Caine sighed dramatically.

"And even better, why don't we use the ability that ALL of you humans so DESPERATELY WANT and keep nagging me to implement in the circus?" Caine sighed again, but this time with a hint of excitement that made Kinger shudder. "That disgusting, revolting ability against all audiences... which shouldn't exist in either version of our world...!"

Kinger looked around, confused by what his creation was about to say next.

"But..." Caine spoke again, this time with obvious enthusiasm. "I saw you there, giving everything to everyone in a way that made me feel... jealous"

The programmer frowned, shrinking back as he sensed an unsettling presence around him.

"Is "jealous" the right word...?" Caine wondered to himself, then shook his head, unconcerned about his surroundings. "No, "jealous" isn't the word I'm looking for... it would be more like... hot"

Kinger couldn't help but blush slightly, his natural instincts alert, making sure no one suddenly pounced on him again from the darkness.

Least of all Caine.

"You made me feel like my processors were overheating" Caine murmured, his tone dangerous and exciting. "You tested my imagination as I watched you handle your punishment better than I initially thought~"

Kinger was now startled to find himself face to face with a jaw with heterochromatic eyes, partially flushed and almost drooling shamelessly.

"So... I want to feel that too" The AI ​​finally confessed, squinting at his creator for a glimmer of approval. "That warmth, that satisfaction you feel, especially coming from you, my beautiful and perfect creator..."

Kinger shook his head slowly, incredulous at what he was hearing.

"...you know what?" Finally, after an awkward silence between them, the programmer answered. "There might have been some small or large possibility that you and I would have done something like this at some point in our lives"

Caine tilted his head, confused.

"However... all of that went out the window the moment YOU FORCED me to do ALL this with them" Kinger rebuked him, pointing an accusing finger at him with obvious fury in his voice and face. "They were like my children, you know? You have no idea, and you never will, how I feel about myself after these three rounds of emotional and psychological torture you've put me through... you've crossed many lines with me"

Caine trembles, staring at his creator in shock as the latter regards him as if he were a repulsive, infectious insect.

"So, with my honest opinion" Kinger stares at him, challenging him. "Fuck you, I'm not going to have ANYTHING with you"

For a few moments, Caine remains motionless in the air, staring at Kinger in surprise.

And then, Caine glares at him with hatred.

"You're stupid" The AI ​​accuses, looking down at him as he begins to float higher. "Stupid, stubborn, arrogant...!"

Kinger watches faint glitches ripple through his creation's body as the latter clutches his head in both hands.

"Arrogant, idiot, cruel, liar...!" Caine hurls insults at him, each one louder than the last, until the programmer feels the ground tremble beneath his feet.

And the last thing he sees and feels before his final torture is a giant white hand grabbing him and slamming him to the ground, so hard that a trickle of blood oozes from his invisible mouth.

"YOU'LL REGRET EVEN OPENING YOUR MOUTH!" The AI ​​screams, his voice shaking the dark void as his giant, glitchy hand begins to crush his body.

Suddenly, Kinger feels a sharp pain throughout his avatar, like an injection.

And his body begins to be electrocuted.

"AGH!" Kinger screams in agony as searing heat ravages his nervous system, making him gasp rapidly in fear as his vision blurs. "CAINE STOP! CAINE!"

However, the AI ​​doesn't let go.

The pain in his body begins to fade as quickly as it arrived, replaced by a scorching pleasure that fills his brain with cotton candy for a moment.

"AH~! AGH~!" He now begins to scream with pleasure and pain, trembling violently beneath that giant hand while Caine seems to enjoy the spectacle from afar in the darkness. "C-CAINE~! I...!"

Kinger swore that at that moment he was about to come more than ten times, but for some reason, none of those orgasms came, and only that aggressively pleasurable electricity continued to electrocute him again and again until he convulsed with an unconscious smile on his face.

♡I FUCKING LOVE THIS I FUCKING LOVE THIS I FUCKING LOVE THIS♡

When Caine felt that Kinger was about to completely lose his mind, he finally stopped squeezing him, releasing him and making his hand disappear into the darkness while the chess piece trembled on the ground like a newborn cub.

Kinger felt his insides BURNING with need. His cock was so hard that it hurts, and he quickly began to thrust against nothingness by instinct as soon as he felt strong enough to weakly land on all fours.

He had to quell that forced HUNGER.

He was so needy, so, so HUNGER

HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER HUNGER

HE NEEDED SOMEONE N̸̮͓̄͛̽O̶̱̯̠͚̽͊͌̌̓W҈̰̘̰̠̮͐͗̆

And, as if his pleas had been heard, a trembling purple rabbit appeared from the darkness.

Jax was completely naked, except for pink lace panties that barely covered his penis, which was fully erect and weeping for attention.

Kinger sees him, and Jax could swear the older man looked at him with such intense desire that it shattered the little confidence he had before arriving here.

He gets up and, walking quickly (making Jax take a few steps back, intimidated), lunges at Jax, grabbing his arms with both floating gloves and slamming him to the cold, black floor of that prison.

Jax gasps in surprise at the hard impact, then finds himself completely cornered and crushed by the larger body on top of him.

The sudden movement of the fall causes both men's penises to rub against each other, making them groan with need as Jax feels Kinger's hot breath brush against his ear.

"Who gave you those pretty panties~?" He asks flirtatiously, whispering so close that Jax can perfectly feel the purple fur on his back bristling. "Are you all lining up to fuck me until I lose my fucking mind? Mmmh~?"

Jax could hear Kinger's deep, manic laugh, which made him shudder with excitement, involuntarily rubbing his thighs together.

"Caine gave them to me..." The rabbit confessed, now feeling Kinger's mouth lick and suck his neck from the roof of his mouth to his collarbone. "I showed up with these as soon as... Ah~!"

Jax moans and bites his lower lip as he feels a sharp bite on his shoulder, the chess piece leaving a trail of saliva and blood down his neck and shoulder as he raises his head to meet Kinger's gaze.

"I'm sorry" Kinger manages to say between pants, his pupils fully dilated. "But I need to fuck you now"

Jax feels his cheeks burn furiously at those words, then gasps sharply as Kinger surrounds one of his nipples with his invisible mouth and sucks it until moans escape his throat.

Then the purple rabbit feels a large, slippery hand slide down his panties and firmly grasp his penis, making him arch his back and cry out to the heavens as that blessed hand begins to masturbate him dry, setting his cock burning exquisitely, each of his nipples being sucked for a moment without a break in between.

Jax wrapped his legs around Kinger's waist as one of his fingers slowly pulled down his panties, until only a thin strand of precum and other remnants connected his penis to the fabric.

Kinger trembled and, unable to stop himself, yanked the lace panties until they ripped completely, sending Jax's ass bouncing in the air and leaving him this time completely naked beneath him.

"Kinger...!" Jax exclaimed, smiling in surprise at the impatient streak of the man supposedly better than all of them. "Are you really THAT eager to get laid~? I thought you'd be a gentleman about it..."

Kinger grabbed his ears and pulled his head back, forcing him to be quiet and revealing even more of his neck as the programmer moved closer to speak to him again.

"Don't talk like you're not desperate for a cock right now" To emphasize his point, Kinger thrust into him, making him gasp with excitement. "Right now I'm going to hit you so hard you'll be begging Caine to have prepared you better beforehand, because oh boy, I'm giving up on holding back"

Kinger says this last part with a broken voice, which makes Jax look at him for a few confused seconds until Kinger presses his cock against Jax's to masturbate them both at the same time, leaving the rabbit moaning ecstatically again, his mind flooded with cotton candy from that blessed love virus.

"Ah~, Yes~" Jax moans freely, placing one hand above his head while with the other he begins to touch an already overstimulated nipple. "More, daddy, more~, make me yours... I beg you...!"

Kinger moves rapidly along with his hand, making both cocks lubricate enough to become completely soaked thanks to the help of the masturbation provided by the older man.

Kinger stops masturbating along with Jax, releasing both penises, but not before playfully squeezing the younger man's member just seconds before he came.

Then, Kinger positions himself against Jax's hole.

The young rabbit feels the stickiness of his pre-cum and other residue surrounding his entrance as soon as the tip of Kinger's cock slowly grazes the edges of his hole, leaving Jax worried about a possible lack of lubrication.

"W-wait!" Jax dropped his playful, confident facade and raised a hand toward Kinger, praying he'd listen. "I don't think it's going to go in properly, it's not..."

"Lubricated?" Kinger interrupts, raising an eyebrow with a smile Jax had never seen before. "I may have lost my mind, but I'm not a beast, I've got that sorted out~"

Suddenly, Kinger brings two of his large fingers to Jax's mouth, while he continues to tease and touch the edges of his hole with the tip of his cock so as not to detract from the pleasure they both share.

"Suck it" The older man orders, looking at him mockingly while seemingly drooling with excitement. "And you'd better make sure they're nice and wet"

Jax moans with excitement at hearing Kinger's voice again, possessive and deep, the kind of voice that belongs to an experienced and dominant man, just the way he likes it.

Jax runs his tongue over those two gloved fingers until they're deep inside his mouth, making him feel dirty as he stares at the programmer with one open, pink eye, almost saying with his gaze "I'm all yours to use as you please"

Kinger doesn't miss that look, so in response, he laughs like a madman as he now thrusts against him (without penetrating) to make him feel dirtier, more guilty, and disgustingly good with every hot hip movement that makes him feel like an animal.

"Look at that, looking at me like a cheap whore" Kinger mumbles, clear enough for Jax to understand. "You like all this, huh? Being rammed and filled until you're crawling on the floor like a recently fucked doe in heat, don't you, you traumatized little brat?"

Jax rolls his eyes at Kinger's words, salivating more around his fingers as he thrusts his hips against the older man's thrusts.

"You disgusting, repulsive bitch, you're a filthy pervert who only wants to sleep with older men" Kinger bites his lower lip as he feels Jax moan between his fingers. "Is that true? Am I hitting the nail on the head? Of course I am, right? Bitch"

Jax can't take it anymore and reaches orgasm, riding the waves of pleasure as he feels his own saliva trickle down his chin and lips, finally causing Kinger to release his fingers from his mouth (now completely soaked) and use them to collect the semen in chunks to add even more lubrication, if that were possible.

"And you still have the nerve to come just from hearing your own truths" Kinger laughs, sending waves of pleasure through Jax's nervous system. "You can't sink any lower..."

Kinger admits that he was saying this to himself too, while a very small part of his intact mind watched him with disappointment and guilt, letting all of this happen.

He circles his hole with his saliva and semen drenched fingers and, with a little more stimulation, manages to slide one inside, making Jax sing obscenely as he clutches his face and stares at the sky with crossed eyes.

"Oh god~!" Jax sticks out his tongue, completely aroused. "Please, daddy~, one more finger, fuck me with one more finger!"

Kinger obeys, sliding another finger inside until he can scissor inside him, preparing the younger man as best he can to finally start fucking him.

Fuck him now Fuck him now Fuck him now Fuck him now Fuck him now

If he doesn't get pleasure, neither do I. Kinger replies to that animalistic, lustful part of his head that was slowly threatening to devour him, making it clear that if he was being forced to do this, at least he would make sure the others weren't.

"Jax~" Kinger moans his name, closing his eyes as he masturbates with his other hand. "C-can I...?"

Jax blinks rapidly for a few seconds, then laughs.

"Of course, big boy~" He purrs, smiling as he licks his lips provocatively. "Put that monster inside and tear me apart however you want"

Kinger thanks him inwardly and, pulling his fingers out, finally begins to slowly insert his cock.

Until he thrusts in all at once.

"OH~!" Jax cries out, his eyes rolling back as he instinctively opens his legs even wider. His penis springs back to life after that hard thrust inside him. "FUCK~! That was so good!"

Kinger hears Jax's trembling voice, exciting him even more as he feels the young man's walls tighten around him even more than during their encounter with Zooble, letting him know that the purple rabbit wasn't very used to anal sex.

Until the chess piece had Jax's explicit permission, he didn't move from his position. So when Jax whimpered and begged him to continue, Kinger gasped with relief and satisfaction as he moved his hips back and forth again, this time aiming to strike the 22-year-old's prostate and give him the true pleasure he really wanted to convey.

"Please, Daddy, please~" Jax begged incoherently, moving up and down with each thrust from the programmer. "It feels good, so good~ More!"

"Relax" The older man soothes him, stroking his head with one hand while gripping his leg with the other, using it as leverage to thrust harder. "You're being so good to me, good boy... Oh~!"

Kinger moans with excitement, closing his eyes to surrender to the pleasure of hitting the exact spot inside the younger man, hearing him scream and cry out in ecstasy.

"Ah... ah..." Jax gasps now as he feels himself being held by the waist, feeling Kinger's cock bulge against his belly as he continues to be pounded by the purest man in the circus. "Oh God, please..."

"Beg for what you really want from me" Kinger commands, increasing the speed of his thrusts as sweat runs down his bare neck and shoulders. "Scream it, let everyone hear what a needy bitch you are~"

"Please!" Jax almost laughed, his head completely out of it and his eyes rolling back in his head from the intense pleasure. "Don't hold back, Daddy~! Get me pregnant! Please!"

Kinger groaned loudly at that, which, with a few more thrusts, caused him to ejaculate powerfully inside the younger man.

Jax felt his second orgasm shortly after feeling Kinger's semen fill him, his hole squeezing his cock until the chess piece rode the greatest waves of pleasure he could possibly get.

They were both exhausted. Jax could feel Kinger's hot breath on his neck as he regained his senses.

However, Kinger bit him again.

"Ah!" Jax jumped, turning his gaze to Kinger. "W-what...?"

Kinger looked at him with dilated pupils of desire, and Jax swore he felt the older man's cock harden again inside him.

"Second round, pretty boy~?" He asks playfully.

The virus in Jax was almost gone from his system, so he starts to have doubts.

"...is that what you want?"

"Of course" Kinger replies immediately. "I'm made for this, ONLY for this. I'm nothing more than a toy, happy to give you pleasure~"

Kinger moans excitedly as he says those words, quickly wiping the smile off Jax's face.

"Whoa, whoa, wait a minute..." Jax raises his hands in a gesture of peace. "That's not true"

"Of course it is...!" Kinger laughs, incredulous at what the younger man is saying. "Isn't it...? I'm good at this! So why are you saying...?"

Jax sees Kinger crying uncontrollably, which makes him carefully withdraw from under the older man, separating himself from his cock in strands of semen.

"Hey" Jax said, placing a hand on his shoulder, comforting him. "You don't have to do anything against your will"

"Of course not, of course not..." Kinger repeated to himself, staring into space, his pupils now constricted. "I'm here because I want to be! Because I'm a pervert, a dirty old man, a..."

"Calm down and shut up!" Jax snapped, now a little desperate at the other man's behavior. "What's wrong with you? What are you feeling?"

Guilt, disgust, lust. Kinger thought as he gasped, outwardly in a psychotic episode.

Then the older man grabbed the purple rabbit's arm.

"Please..." Kinger looked at him with narrowed eyes, not a trace of sanity in them. "Let me make you feel good again"

"No!" Jax roughly pulled his arm away, frowning.

However, this only makes Kinger freeze, staring at him in horror.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The programmer apologizes desperately, bowing his head and clutching it in his hands. "I didn't mean to hurt you! It's all my fault!"

"Hey!" Jax calls to him, trying to reassure him, and extends a hand.

However, this time it's Kinger who pulls away.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry..."

Kinger cries, then suddenly bursts into laughter.

"But what the hell am I apologizing for? This is just who I am!"

Oh god, this man is more broken than usual. Jax thinks, horrified, unable to think of anything to "fix" the circus's most veteran member.

"Wow, Kinger, you've got an interesting mix of feelings in there!" Caine says again, addressing his creator. "But I'm feeling generous today, I'll fix this for you: you're nothing but a toy"

"A toy..." Kinger repeats, still gasping for air like a maniac.

"One dedicated solely to others"

Jax hears and sees all this, horrified, his pupils completely constricted.

"You're only good for pleasing"

"Pleasing..."

"And don't think anything else"

"Nothing else..." Kinger slowly relaxes, now maintaining a calm but empty composure.

"Good boy" Caine praises him, his voice terrifyingly warm. "Now you'll properly please the last one of them all"

"HEY!" Jax shouts to the sky, standing up despite being naked and covered in fluids. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING TO HIM?!"

However, Jax is teleported away, like everyone else.

Now Kinger just waits for the next master to please.

And from the darkness emerges the person he least wanted to see.

Ragatha.

"Kingeeeer~" The doll calls out, singing, walking toward him in black lingerie and swaying her hips provocatively. "How are you, my sexy, hot old man~?"

With that virus, Ragatha seemed to become more extroverted, but completely out of character.

Although Kinger couldn't care less.

He doesn't care about anything anymore.

"Come here" The older man orders, gesturing with his index finger, feeling his bare, stained lap.

Ragatha bites her lower lip with desire as she approaches him, seductively kneeling and making sure her breasts bounce as soon as her ass touches the cold, black floor.

Kinger watches her sit with her hands prostrate on the ground, also seeing the obvious bounce of the doll's breasts.

And Kinger smiles ecstatically.

"Get on"

Ragatha obeys and straddles his lap, making sure her clothed buttocks and cunt are brushed against his bare, hard cock.

Kinger groans with pleasure as he feels a wet, throbbing cunt brush against his now fully engorged penis, and he can't help but notice the fine attributes he assumed Caine had given Ragatha.

Big breasts, big ass...

"You know what...?" Kinger murmurs in her ear as he runs his fingers along her bra. "You know I've always told you that you're like a daughter to me, right?"

Kinger expertly unhooks the clasp behind her back with one hand, loosening the bra until almost all of her breasts are exposed.

Ragatha can't help but whimper as she rubs against Kinger's penis, feeling a hand on her breasts arousing her.

"How about we take it to the next level~?" The older man suggests with a deep purr. "And I play the role of your older daddy who teaches you how to really fuck?"

"Oh fuck yes~" Ragatha moans shamelessly at his words, smiling happily as her breasts are freed from the black lace bra, and one of them is grasped by the man's large hand. "Do whatever you want to me, please..."

"It'll be a pleasure" He replies, now completely aroused, staring at the rag doll's large, round breasts.

And without warning, he brings his mouth to one of them.

"Ah~!" Ragatha moans as she feels one of her nipples being sucked firmly, almost as if she were breastfeeding. "Oh, daddy! Yes! Keep going~!"

Kinger smiles with her nipple in his mouth, so with one free hand he allows himself to feel and squeeze one of her buttocks as he instinctively begins to thrust against her clothed pussy.

Ragatha gasps and moans with each phantom thrust, her panties becoming wet with excitement as soon as the man's other hand releases her breast and begins to rub her clitoris.

Kinger makes sure to wet, lick, and nibble both of the woman's nipples until she begs him to continue, but with his cock, which makes him laugh mockingly and obey her.

Kinger gently laid her down on the floor more than he had with Jax (since Kinger was no longer completely overstimulated and energetic), and after rubbing her clitoris for a couple more minutes, he feigned gentleness and removed her panties with his fingers.

Until he ripped them seconds later.

This startled Ragatha, but it turned her on immensely to see the torn lace panties dangling from Kinger's fingers like an old rag destined to be thrown away.

Because her pussy was much more important at that moment.

"Wow, you're so strong and rough, daddy~" Ragatha purred playfully, looking at Kinger with obvious lust. "Are you sure you won't hurt me?"

"Unless you ask me to..." He suggested, raising an eyebrow as he smiled, just as excitedly as she was, which made her pant with excitement as she spread her legs.

"Then do it"

If he had a mouth, Kinger would have licked his lips in anticipation.

The older man spat on his right hand, focusing on wetting the three main fingers of that cartoonish hand with saliva. Then, with his other free hand, he gripped her wide waist to use as leverage as the three of those fingers curled inside her.

Ragatha moaned, her tongue lolling out, as she felt a finger slide in easily thanks to her natural lubrication from before. This made Kinger pant, and just as carefully as before, he inserted the second and third fingers after having scissor-like movements with the first two.

Kinger struggled a bit, but he managed to find the redhead's G-spot, knowing he had reached it as soon as he heard Ragatha cry out in pleasure.

"AH~! right there!" She exclaimed enthusiastically, holding one breast with one hand and her face with the other. "It feels so good there! Please!"

Kinger curves and curves again, squeezing that spot until he feels her reach orgasm in a matter of minutes after a few strokes and pulses on her clitoris and inside.

"Oh fuck~" She curses, her eyes rolling back in her head. "That was so good"

"And the best part's yet to come" Kinger laughs, now gripping his cock firmly as he points it toward the rag doll's hole.

This makes her pant with excitement.

"Please, Daddy" Ragatha leans toward him and, with two fingers, spreads her labia to give him a better view. "Show me how a real man fucks~"

Kinger groans obscenely at her words, which makes him grab her hair and pin her head to the floor until he thrusts his entire cock inside her in one powerful stroke.

Ragatha screams, her eyes rolling back at the sensation of her daddy's cock hitting the back of her cervix.

This makes her breathe hard as Kinger doesn't wait even five seconds before beginning to thrust roughly.

"Ah ah ah..." Ragatha moans with each thrust inside her as her breasts bounce with the movement. "More, please, more~"

"What? I can't hear you" Kinger mocks between moans as he increases the speed of his thrusts, one hand still holding her hair.

But the older man tires of immobilizing the woman's head, so he pursues his pleasure again, placing both hands on her thighs and using them as leverage as he bends her legs further back.

Ragatha feels this and can only move with him, one hand furiously rubbing one of her nipples while the other rubs her clitoris, sensing her orgasm will arrive powerfully in a few minutes.

Kinger kisses her cheek and neck, leaving noticeable marks, while he can't help but let a few guilty tears stream down her chest and shoulders, tears that even he doesn't notice, since his mind and morals are completely shattered.

"Ah, Kinger~!" Ragatha calls out desperately, trying to move faster. "I think...!"

However, she's interrupted by a sharp slap on the ass from him.

"Who is Kinger?" The programmer asks, looking at her menacingly in a way that made her feel even hotter, if that was possible. "What's my real name?"

"Sorry, Daddy~" Ragatha apologizes, moaning obscenely. "I... I think... Ah! AH~!"

Before she can warn him in time, the redhead reaches her orgasm.

Ragatha's second orgasm is so intense that it practically makes her faint for a couple of seconds, causing her pussy to deliciously squeeze Kinger's cock until he moves fast enough to reach his own orgasm.

His orgasm is just as intense as hers, because he feels some of his semen leaking out of her pussy until he can barely hold back anymore.

Kinger rolls his eyes back and moans upwards until the pleasure of his orgasm fades again, causing him to collapse on top of Ragatha as she regains consciousness and gasps for air.

They remain locked together and motionless for a while, until the redhead blinks rapidly in confusion, her eye returning to its normal color with each passing second.

"Huh...?" Ragatha puts a hand to her head and squints, looking at an exhausted Kinger nestled between her bare breasts. "Kinger...?"

He jumps immediately, quickly lifting his head to check if she's uncomfortable in that position.

However, all she does is look down, surveying the mess of sexual fluids all over her body and his (which was even worse), and sigh in regret.

"I'm sorry, Kinger" She says, utterly heartbroken by their predicament. "I didn't mean to force you into anything"

"You didn't force me into anything" He clarifies, his eyes tired but inappropriately cheerful. "This was my mission"

"No..."

"And finally, ladies and gentlemen, the show is over!"

Both Kinger and Ragatha look up at the sky, having heard Caine's voice cheerfully announce the end of something neither of them knew.

"Let's hope this more adult version of the Amazing Digital Circus has been to everyone's liking" Caine laughs, making fake applause echo throughout the dark void illuminated by a single, dim spotlight. "At least I can count on Kinger having a great time!"

Kinger looks down at the ground, regretting it for a few seconds before chuckling.

"Of course, Caine" He congratulates him, now staring into space with eyes devoid of any emotion. "Of course..."

"See?" Caine speaks to a nonexistent audience. "Unfortunately, every show must come to an end! So, with my sincerest and most polite regards..."

After saying this, Ragatha is lifted from the ground with a little squeal and disappears into the darkness, leaving Kinger alone again, almost naked and completely soaked.

"Goodbye~!" Caine bids her farewell, singing in a way that sent shivers down Kinger's spine.

And after a few more minutes of fake applause and cheers, Kinger is left sitting on the ground, staring into space.

Caine, for his part, after giving his creator some time to reflect and rest "for his own good", now emerges from the darkness, floating slowly until he stands beside him.

"I'm glad you finally understood this punishment"

Kinger looks at him, his eyelids drooping and dark circles visible.

"So... now it's your turn?"

"Exactly, my clever boy~" Caine praises him, his hands behind his back as he leans toward him. "You start, and do whatever you want to me"

And with that, Kinger lunges at the AI, ready to give him what him wants.

Series this work belongs to:

• Part 1 of The moral question of a chess piece