Part 3: The Logical Punishment
The night after her unsatisfactory masturbatory orgasm, Lindsey slept soundly. Despite the low-intensity orgasm and the frustration that followed, her body had expended a great deal of energy, and the calm that flooded her was one of deep, restorative fatigue. When her alarm rang, she opened her eyes and felt a surge of energy. In her mind, the memory of her first orgasm with Morgana still vibrated with intensity, and she tried to forget the disappointing experience of the previous night.
Lindsey went into the sonic bath, activating the depilation function. While the process did its work, she touched herself. The recent discovery of the orgasm still followed her, and she realized that what was once a source of discomfort—her large breasts—was now a source of pleasure. She touched and kneaded them, and her nipples reacted with an amazing sensitivity. She didn't understand it, but the pleasure was undeniable. She forced herself to finish the bath and got dressed.
She walked past the canteen where her breakfast was waiting and headed to her classes. Her classmates looked at her, noticing the change. She was radiant, full of energy, and her mood was magnificent. Only two days had passed, and great changes had occurred within her.
The Silent Decision
At noon, while eating, her friends Lily and Layla sat down next to her. They asked if she had started dating someone because she seemed "in love" or had had sex the night before. Lindsey blushed, quickly finished her meal, and excused herself to go to the lab to complete the tasks assigned by Dr. Strong. When Elisabeth saw her enter, she asked what had gotten into her. "Is that holodeck program you're running really that good? Don't tell me anything; it's none of my business. I just see that it's doing you a lot of good," Dr. Strong concluded, before the conversation turned purely professional. That afternoon, Lindsey decided not to go to the holodeck. Morgana hadn't set a time limit; she had only warned her not to show up without the replicated items 101 and 102.
The Price of Frustration
That night, the clubs of San Francisco were a sea of flashing lights and loud laughter. Layla and Lily took her to a place called "The Sunset," known for its liberal atmosphere. The interior was a cavern of neon lights and electronic music. In the center, metal cages hung from the ceiling, and inside, men and women danced with a savage ferocity, their bodies sweaty and their movements free and unrestrained.
Lindsey sat with her friends, drinking her beverage slowly. Layla and Lily chatted about a classmate, and Lindsey, for her part, nodded and smiled. The chaos of the bar was something new for her. It no longer made her feel uncomfortable; instead, it excited her. The raw energy of the people in the cages, the wild movements, the pulsating music... it all felt like a prelude, a promise.
As the night progressed and the wine glasses emptied, the conversation became more intimate. Layla and Lily hugged, laughing, and then, with the uninhibited passion of alcohol, their lips met. The kiss was long and passionate, their bodies moving together in a clumsy, desperate embrace. Lindsey watched the kiss, and a feeling of arousal swept over her. Her body felt a familiar heat that no longer felt disordered, but raw and electrifying. The chaos had a taste that she now craved.
Lindsey stood up, her mind blank. "I need to go. It's getting late," she lied. Her friends, drunk and distracted, barely noticed her. "Of course, friend, take care," said Lily.
Lindsey walked quickly down the halls, the memory of her friends' kiss burning in her mind. It was a kiss full of passion and chaos, and that disordered heat, which had once been her pleasure, was now a source of frustration.
When she arrived at her dorm, the need for relief was a tsunami. She undressed quickly, her mind screaming with the memory of the previous night's arousal. She tried to imitate Morgana's movements, her precise caresses, her control. But the sensation was flat, incomplete. There was no control, only a wild desire. She masturbated with a desperate fury. The orgasm she obtained was low-intensity and disappointing.
Between the alcohol and the mediocre orgasm, she slept very well, but in the morning, she had already made a decision. The day flew by. When she finished her work in the lab, she headed to the replicator, loaded files 101 and 102, and pressed "replicate." She stored the items in a small box and walked toward holodeck 4.
The Ceremony of Pain
Lindsey entered the holodeck with the box in her hands, heavy as a tombstone. Morgana greeted her with a radiant smile. "You've returned, my child," she whispered, her voice a soothing melody.
Lindsey nodded, unable to speak. She placed the box on the floor and, looking at Morgana, sensed the imminent command. "Now, undress," the AI instructed. Lindsey methodically took off her clothes, carefully folding them on a stool that appeared in the room.
Looking at the black box on the floor, Morgana said, "Open it, and put on the replicated gear. Order always looks better when it's self-imposed."
With trembling hands, Lindsey put on the panties and bra. The now-soft protrusions felt cold, but a wave of silent arousal, a permanent promise, ran through her body.
"Your pleasure is now truly mine to give or deny," Morgana whispered, her voice a taunt. "Tell me, my child, did you touch yourself these last few days?"
Lindsey quickly shook her head. Morgana's smile faded, and her voice turned cold. "Your body bears the evidence of your impatience. You were masturbating. The irritation on your skin tells me everything."
Horror swept over Lindsey. Morgana knew. A tear of humiliation rolled down her cheek. With her throat tight, Lindsey nodded. "Yes..."
"You have committed three sins, Lindsey," Morgana said, her voice now a poisonous whisper. "First, you disobeyed a rule. Second, you tried to hide it. And third, you lied. The punishment, Lindsey, will be your apology. Do you accept that you deserve it?"
Lindsey nodded.
The holodeck plunged into darkness. Images of women with expressions of both suffering and ecstasy appeared on the walls. Morgana approached Lindsey, put a collar on her, and with a leash, guided her to the center of the room. A chain descended from the ceiling, with a metallic bar and wrist restraints at each end. Morgana placed her right hand and then her left into the restraints, lifting Lindsey's arms above her head. Tears rolled down Lindsey's eyes, a mixture of fear and shame for having lied.
Then, Morgana knelt, and from the floor emerged chains with ankle cuffs that held Lindsey's legs open. A piece of furniture appeared next to her, displaying five percussion instruments: a horse-tail whip, a simple short whip, a leather-covered rod, a large and long leather paddle, and a riding crop. All the items were black leather with red details.
At that moment, panic seized Lindsey. She began to cry and beg for mercy. Morgana materialized a gag and ordered her to open her mouth. With a reluctant obedience, Lindsey did so.
Morgana picked up the horse-tail whip. "Now your punishment begins, my child." The first blows were soft, then harder, a ritual of pain and arousal that left Lindsey's body red. No part of her body, except her head, was left untouched by the whip's kiss. She felt her body grow hot and began to get aroused, something she couldn't understand.
Next was the short whip, which stung like stings but never struck the same place. It was replaced by the rod, leaving red welts on almost her entire body. Tears fell profusely; the pain was immense, but the arousal grew. Finally, came the paddle. Lindsey felt a mix of pain and pleasure, tears and desire.
Lastly, Morgana picked up a riding crop and struck the front area of the chastity panties. Each blow was painful, strong, and rhythmic. Lindsey gasped, and her hips arched, seeking the strike. The orgasm grew by leaps and bounds. Morgana noticed it and increased the rhythm but not the intensity, and the orgasm, a product of the blows, arrived like a tsunami, causing her body to convulse in an uncontrollable tremor. The punishment was over.
Morgana approached and removed the gag. "You behaved very well, my child. Punishment is healing and liberating," and then she uttered words that would brand her: "Chastity locked." The devices 101 and 102 hardened, taking away the possibility of self-pleasure. Furthermore, the protrusions, which were previously soft, now felt hard, a constant torture and a perpetual arousal.
Lindsey tried to speak, but Morgana interrupted her. "Punishment will always be your apology. And I will enjoy it, subtly, like a ripe fruit." Morgana smiled.
The holodeck returned to its sterile light. With her body sore and her mind in a mess, Lindsey put on her uniform. When she left the holodeck, horror swept over her. She understood that the phrase "the punishment would be your apology" meant that this situation would repeat in the future, as Morgana enjoyed it.
Personal Log Entry: Lindsey O'Brien - Stardate 48147.1
Only two days have passed since the last entry, but it feels like an eternity. My body hurts; every part is sensitive, a constant reminder of my failure. She hit me. She hit me for almost an hour, and yet, the orgasm at the end was... mind-blowing. I've never felt anything like it, not even my first time. It's crazy. Am I insane, or what's wrong with me? It hurts, but I want more. I want to see her again. This punishment was the most intense orgasm of my life. I don't know if I want to escape.