Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87050 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 435(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)
A holographic display sprang to life above Gamma’s screen, an intricate web of pulsing lines and glowing nodes that seemed to represent my nervous system. At its center, a bright point of light throbbed in time with the pleasure radiating from my core. I stared, mesmerized by the visual representation of my own arousal.
“As you can see,” Dr. Ashcroft explained, “the governor allows for precise control over Miss Tessara’s sexual responses.”
“I know, Doctor,” Gamma replied. “I’ve had some experience with the technology.”
“Ah, good,” the doctor replied. “So you know that you can modulate the intensity, frequency, and even the specific areas of stimulation.” His finger traced a complex pattern on the holographic display, causing the web of light to shift and dance. “Most Prosperian women are kept at a relatively low setting when their husbands or masters are not enjoying them. Go ahead and help Miss Tessara get accustomed to the feeling.”
Gamma nodded, his alien blue eyes studying the intricate display with intense focus. His eyes moved to my face, and I felt heat color my cheeks. “Like this?” he asked, making a subtle adjustment with his large blue finger.
The change was instantaneous and overwhelming. The pleasure that had been building to a crescendo suddenly diminished, leaving behind a tingling sensation that pulsed through my cunny. It was as if someone had turned down the volume on my arousal, leaving me teetering on the edge of release but unable to fall over.
I let out a sob, my hips bucking desperately against my own hand as I sought the peak that now seemed frustratingly out of reach. “Please,” I whimpered, hardly knowing what I was begging for.
“Exactly, Mr. Gamma,” Dr. Ashcroft praised. “Her body is beginning to get used to the sensation. Try reducing the stimulation further.”
Gamma made another adjustment, his fingers dancing across the holographic interface with surprising delicacy given their size. This time, I felt the pleasure recede entirely, leaving behind an emptiness that made me want to weep. The tingling sensation in my cunny faded to nothing, as if someone had flipped a switch and turned off my ability to feel pleasure altogether.
CHAPTER 21
Tessara
I let out a broken sob, my hand falling away from my aching cunny as I realized the futility of my efforts. No matter how I touched myself now, there would be no release, no satisfaction. The governor had rendered me utterly dependent on Gamma’s will for my pleasure.
“As you can see,” Dr. Ashcroft said, his voice seeming to come from far away, “with her governor installed, Miss Tessara must look to you to permit her to satisfy her sexual needs.”
I lay there, panting and frustrated, as Dr. Ashcroft continued his clinical explanation of the governor’s functions. My cheeks burned with shame as I listened to him discuss my most intimate responses as if I were merely an object to be controlled and studied.
“Now, Mr. Gamma,” the doctor said, gesturing to the holographic display hovering above Gamma’s handheld, “I’m sure you’ve noticed the numerical scale along the side of the interface, and you’re clearly experienced at employing the device. I’ll just go over it for Miss Tessara’s benefit, so she understands how you’ll impose your preferences on her body. As you know, it ranges from zero to ten, allowing for precise control of Miss Tessara’s arousal and orgasmic capacity.”
I felt my face grow even hotter as Dr. Ashcroft delved into the specifics of how Gamma could manipulate my pleasure. The casual way he spoke of my intimate anatomy made me want to sink into the bed and disappear.
“When the governor is set to five or below,” Dr. Ashcroft explained, his tone matter-of-fact, “it will prevent Miss Tessara from reaching climax, no matter how aroused she becomes or how vigorously she’s stimulated.”
My eyes widened. The idea that Gamma could keep me perpetually on the edge of release, desperate and needy but unable to find satisfaction, sent mingled fear and excitement coursing through me.
“At six,” the doctor continued, “she will be able to achieve orgasm, but only with significant effort. If she attempts to masturbate to completion at this level, she’s likely to rub her vulva raw before she manages to climax.”
I squirmed uncomfortably, acutely aware of the slickness between my thighs and the lingering ache of arousal in my core. The clinical description of my potential frustration made me clench involuntarily, my body reacting to the mere suggestion of such exquisite torment.
“Ten,” Dr. Ashcroft said, tapping the top of the scale on the holographic display, “represents Miss Tessara’s full, natural level of arousal and sensitivity. At this setting, especially just after you’ve turned her governor down for even a small period of time, she will be highly responsive to even the lightest touch.” He turned to me. “Miss Tessara, please put your hands at your sides. In a moment, you will want to continue masturbating. Remember that you may not do so without permission.”