Prompt: Wheatley/maybeChellandGLaDOS with PAIN
"Okay, so I painted this picture recently:
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And I am pretty much dying for fic of it now. The basic idea is that if Wheatley can't get off on the euphoric response to testing anymore, he gets desperate for any kind of sensation like it, and starts to use the pain mechanism that prevents him from revealing test answers as a way to get off. So basically, PAIN. I need it. It can be human Wheatley or robot/core or android or whatever you like. And how much Chell and GLaDOS are in on this or even aware of it is your choice also. The cord bondage isn't required.
I will give you twenty seven boxes of my love and devotion if this is done".
Rating: M
Genre: Unfilled
I do not intend to take ownership of anything more than the story presented here. Portal belongs to Valve.
Painful self-indulgence
He watched the test subject arrive at the most recently built chamber, one of those that had to be shaken off the skeletons in order to make them functional again. She took in her surroundings, lifting her head up to analyze the massive room before starting to approach the designated cube in the corner of the screen. He sighed.
He asked himself if installing all these cameras had been a good idea in the first place. If anything, the urge to see the test finished just became more unbearable when the test in question was displayed in front of him, with her taking her sweet time running back and forth with the cube in tow like a headless chicken.
It's like she wants to see you suffer, the Mainframe told him, its cold and ghostly voice raising goosebumps on his skin. He shook his head and repositioned his shoulders at the sensation, trying his best to calm the itch at the statement. If what the mainframe was saying was true, she could just leave him without release as long as she pleased, and only imagining the unfulfilled desire of the protocols screaming at the back of his head while her stupid little grin widened made him want to blow something up.
Maybe she is just dumb, he told himself, in hopes of convincing the chassis and himself. She wasn't going to leave him hanging, pleading for her to push the damn button forever. She just had been having a hard time figuring out the right way to the exit door this whole time! The brain damage was finally showing itself, considering how she had preferred to rot with the potato in an old, rusty basement instead of staying with him. Oh, he still hadn't got over that.
But anyway, the wait wouldn't be eternal, just very long. Just give her ineffective little neurons enough time to remember how to take control of the extremities necessary for walking, or how to pull the bloody trigger. And while we are on it, why don't we give her a break from the lights too? The threat of utter darkness might be the incentive she needs for finally completing one of his tests in time. Not like she had had any problems with Hers before.
As the seconds dragged to minutes, the symptoms of withdrawal began to show again, just like when she had gone missing, and he had been left without a dose for 24 hours. His skin began to feel too tight and too hot; he was tempted to just rip his clothes off in order to get a little bit of comfort. His mouth became dry, his clothes felt like a second skin.
The man in the control room tried desperately to communicate his urgency to the woman on the other side of the speakers:
"Hurry up, please" He breathed before closing the intercom and taking his head in his hands. He felt slippery all over, the first voices of reprimand beginning to demand a faster solution, promising a better prize if their wishes were heard.
A tingle of electricity, not louder than a buzz, began to migrate from the ceiling of the chamber to one of the thinnest wires plugged into his back, just below his ribs. The jolts began to direct to other portions after his body´s approval of the sensation, his vertebrae arching at the pleasurable shocks.
The electrical stimuli felt good at first, but soon it became clear that it was bait, teasing him with the promise of an incredible thunderstorm of euphoria if he fastened the process. He was gasping at the memory of the very first dose, that beautiful and obscene amount of happiness that reminded him of a very distant experience, foggy because of the drugs and tests inflicted on him over the years, but that was all and all, unforgettable.
He was getting addicted to feeling that good.
He looked up at the screen again, his forehead and palms sticky with sweat. Anger and impatience constricted his chest, the unforgiving voice of the Mainframe scratching his brain and spine in the most irritable way possible.
That damn girl was still running in circles with the cube in her grasp! Didn't she know what hurry up mean? He opened the communication channel again, not even bothering to hide the rage in his voice:
"Come on! You have been solving this for almost 5 minutes now, I should know, I have been counting every bloody second of them! What is it now, you don't know how to avoid the lasers? Look, you just have to-"
A current, sharp and painful, went through the thickest wire to his nerve terminal, producing a loud zap! as it touched the skin. He cried out at the punishment, his anger growing at the fact that the chassis that elevated him to the greatest highs of human pleasure could be able to fry him if he didn't behave as expected.
"-agh! Just- finish it quickly! Use that brain-damaged head of yours for once!"
He cut off the communication, retrieving to his chair again and resigning to watch the girl come up with an answer.
The hardest set of chambers hadn't even been built yet and she was already solving this one as if it was her first. Yeah, maybe a bit dangerous, but it wasn't as if she was new to discouragement beams slipping on her boots. And the answer was so clear! The steps at solving it were imprinted in his head, like a red road to the exit, arrows and all, being projected through his glasses.
If only he could solve the test himself! He probably would have taken less than 3 minutes on it; his supreme intellect wasn't a match to Her ridiculous puzzles. A portal here, a portal there, turn off the light pallets, redirect the excursion funnel, and all would end with the delicious prize the Mainframe was always too generous to give him.
Still nothing, she couldn't solve it. Worst than the punishment he received when he administered anything resembling help to the test subject, were the quiet moments of staring, hoping that she would finally get it right. His pulse subdued to the hum of the chassis above, boiling blood surging and surging.
The urge to scratch himself overtook him, twisting and turning in the chair, looking for release. It was inside his circuits; he would have to be taken apart and rebuilt all over again to feel whole again.
"You couldn't have done it worse if you tried. The answer is right there! For God´s sake, can´t you see that you are supposed to-"
Another loud scream broke the string of sentences, this one much louder. The Mainframe was angry at him for sure, he hadn't behaved as it told him to twice, and now was pulling the chain up to his neck, strangling him until he gave up and stopped doing whatever was bugging it.
He collapsed in his chair, angry. What was he supposed to do, she obviously couldn't do it by herself, she would have solved it ages ago! The Mainframe valued more the veracity of the answer than the conclusion of the test itself? They could be here for ages, even if she died of hunger, it would not allow him to interact or aid her. It wasn't fair.
He just wanted to end this, to feel something other than the obtrusive itch corroding his brain and the static along with it. After the pain dissolves in his system, tiny thunderworms traveling along the nerves, an absolute silence looms the inside of his mind, he feels disappointed that it has no more repercussion.
The Mainframe speaks in a velvety voice, urging him to check the screens, to collect data, to do his job. She can't find an answer still, it´s unclear if she is doing it on purpose or really left half of her brains on the way out of the sewers.
For a moment he is just breathing there, unfazed. There is nothing there then, it´s this or absolute deafening silence.
A crazy idea surges, the fruit of a desperate plea. Nothing, anything was better than nothing, even the smashing of the screens was better than the electronic dust corroding his casing, even the hair tugging, even the-
Even punishment. Anything, to get his mind out of this bucket.
He opens the communication channel again, bracing himself for what is about to happen.
"H-hey, hey, you there, the one with the gun. There you are, the test is a bit hard innit? Can't blame you, it´s one of the best so far. But don't fright, no need to. Good old Wheatley will help, like old times, we want the same, after all. Why don't you go over there, to the door next to the aerial faith plate, right there-"
He tugged the arm restraints tightly, forcing his knuckles to fit them in one palm. The storm was even harder now, traveling along the metal spine in a succession of shocks, trying to fry him at his rebellion act. It was burning, incandescent friction surely frying some artificial nerves up, but it was something, and that was enough.
No more muted backgrounds or protocols. He was doing this for him, not for the science.
"Agh, ow, ow that was a good one. Go on, don't worry about me, nothing a bit of stretching can't help. Where were we? Ok, why don't you go to the door and jump over it, see where we can go-?"
The punishment protocols tried their best to shut him up, the cables rose from their designated plates and coiled around his face slowly but surely, a primitive attempt coming from a seemingly superior type of artificial intelligence.
The rubber connected with his skin roughly, trying in vain to silence him. He pulled his head from them and activated the speaker once more, not giving in.
"Oh you clever girl, you are already halfway through, aren't you? Good job, a very good job. Why don't you do me a favor and go to the other end, to the pit full of acid? Seems impossible right? Well, it´s a trap, you got me! You are not meant to go over it, but under, put a portal below you and see what I mean-"
He was going mad, that or the reward protocols had been reversed because he would have never guessed that the anguish that had plagued him some moments ago would feel so close to actual release. The cables turned and coiled once again around him, restraining him from any movement. It seems that the Mainframe is finally taking him seriously.
What if he spoiled every test like this, time after time? It wouldn't allow him a moment of joy? Then it should have its precious data either, this science facility was about to turn in whatever he wanted to, with its approval or not.
He wished that the Potato was listening to him over the speaker, noticing his rebellion. Not even the big old God-face had dared to go against the protocols ever, trying to appropriate them as Her own desires and aspirations in order to keep herself sane, for this urge and wanting could drive anyone to madness.
The restraints coiled against him harder, squashing him. The chassis worked against its master´s orders and elevated the punishment to a bolt so burning that it made him scream, catching one cable against his synthetic teeth and pulling with an animal might.
He could feel the fangs sink into the plastic with vivid detail as if it was his own arm. Too late he remembered that he was everything here, from the chair he now stood on to the monitors she so violently had destroyed. He could feel everything, and this, which was literally plugged into his back, had the truest imitations of pain he had known.
He left the cable go in an instant, only to bite it again as another angry shock fell onto him. The difference between these two was maddening, one a bright yellow star that caught his back on fire and the other resembling more like a punch, with every muffled scream came the feel of skin-like material containing tiny copper veins crackling against him, sliding kickingly against each other thanks to his own hot saliva.
There was something rising inside of him, not quite the anticipation that came with every shot of liquid joy but somewhat similar. There had to be another way to push his body to its limit as the synthetic drug did but in physical form. If he could push that button inside of him everything would go away, the static, the itch, nothing would matter anymore, he would be free! He just had to get a little bit higher, feel more alive.
The speaker opened again.
"Y-you are doing great, marvelous. Climb the wall with the excursion funnel now, don't replace your portals, keep the one you came from open, wait until you get to the other side of the room".
Oh, how good it was to feel the anger of the chassis against him, to know that it could get as frustrated at him as he was with it. The throbbing flesh in his back clenched from the constant abuse of the system, metal prongs steaming with the heat of every blast and ignored scold. He was still smiling though, sinking into the gag with force.
He moaned as the sensation mirrored in his own flesh, catching the incision of his canines with molecular detail. His hands retracted from the armrests and the Mainframe took hold of them too, a vain attempt to keep itself in charge of the situation.
He was growing mad, the pain was not getting any more bearable by any means, but it still did things to him. It was like a back door to the encoding that lifted him up to such high limits, pulsing and steaming with unmet desire.
He couldn't speak anymore, his jaw was slacking at his effort of communication, but he ordered the lights down in the chamber to sparkle up with her steps, guiding her to where he wanted her to be.
The next round of bashing was anticipated, Wheatley endured it with all the patience his sorry state could offer. Every slack tissue and abused scar became hyper-sensitive, even the air pumping around the corridor trilled his lacerated back.
She was more than halfway through now, completing the test in a matter that made the system swell with indignation. Its nonconformity showed in the rougher handling by the cables, snaking on his abdomen and keeping his legs grounded.
He didn't care. Even if it slashed him in half, the itch wouldn't go away, his search for release wouldn't come to an end. The Mainframe had brought this upon itself the moment it introduced him to the peak of human pleasure, and then kept it away from him.
C´mon girl, hurry up, be good to me, be good to Wheatley, he chanted in silence, feeling her high heel boots clank against the corridor to the beat of his own pulse. The system punished him again when it felt the right answer approach. She had needed some light encouragement to figure out the rest by herself.
How clever she was, she just needed a little push, some kind words. If only she knew what she had made him feel, either the euphoria or the agony, a perverted part of him wanted to know what she would think once she saw him utterly consumed by the price only she could give him. Because this was her doing, not the Mainframe, this was on her.
He hit himself against the cables forcefully when nothing hurt him for a second, trying to keep himself awake for the end of the test. It hurt, for God´s sake it burned and bleed, but anything was better than having nothing on his mind other than the brain worm that drove him to this state.
She approached the end, cube in tow. Against the bounds, he tensed and screamed when the Mainframe administered one final lash of thorns upon him. It was too late, she had already made it to the exit and quietly stood in front of a broken monitor, giving it only one way of image, so she couldn't see him.
He was close, so very very close. It was too tight, too hot, even more than it had been before his desperate tactic. He sank into the gag to prevent himself from whining over her indecision, he had never experienced such longing and withdrawal until then, the pain had made him hypersensitive, every pore and patch of skin tingling from an itch that was fed by action, not patient waiting.
You are on the end now, good job, good-good job. Push it, it´s the last step, you must, you need to finish it-
He gaped at the image of her holding the cube over the button, as if unsure she would finally make it end. Then, without much of a warning, she slammed it right onto the designated port and ran away from the room, probably finding a different exit to the one he had provided with the ill-fitting corridors.
He couldn't even process what came next. It seemed that the Mainframe had auto programmed all of the buttons to administer the solution to him automatically, even if it was angry at him, the shiny bell that announced a test well done resonated through his chamber and his heart.
It took over him in a painful flow, drowning him and making him squirm. It felt even greater now after all the abuse, he had never valued feeling neutral until everything started to ache. It didn't stop, for a couple of seconds it was eternal, blissfully expanding over with this newfound ardor for punishment and reward.
As the beautiful sting of perfume hit his senses, the sores in his limbs ceased to hurt, a balm alleviating the stress he had put himself through. The roof of the chamber shakes as the last drop bathes him, and he is satisfied at last, free of the primal desire to test, test and test.
He is exhausted, more than he could comprehend.
Taking all of the cables that served as shackles easily, since all of them seem as tired as him, the head of Aperture Science dissipates slowly of all the abuse he has put himself through.
She is running somewhere behind the panels, sneaking her way into his insides. He looks up to the screen and the bar of progress amazes him, noticing that they are barely 13% done with the schedule.
He adjusts the speakers again, his tired vocal strings giving accents to his voice that weren't there before, something different overtaking his tireless search for quick answers.
Because now he values time. And now, he values pain.
"Ah, good job darling, excellent. I see that you are trying to get away with all that time you spent there, don't worry, I am not mad at you anymore.
In fact, why don't we do that again? Does that sound fun to you?"
A/N: What is even this…I don't know.
I have been delaying the updates on here because I recently deleted a 10,000 words script on a fill I was very passionate about and then realized it was kind of crappy and off-model to what I wanted to do.
So I cried a little, but then remembered I had a somewhat "light" sketch of another one to do and get myself off my depression. You know, just a quick fix to be productive again, probably done in like, 3 days.
Almost 1 month later, here it is. I haven't found the artist that requested this 10 years ago, but I hope his or her life is going well, and I honored the request faithfully. The first time I saw it I was going crazy at how good it looked and immediately knew I had to do something about it, but deep down I know I could have done better.
Second steamy fill so far, feedback would be greatly appreciated. The next one will hopefully not feature a sex-maniac, but I´ll see when I get there.
Thank you for reading.