Part 4: The Price of Progress
The next morning's alarm went off, but Lindsey ignored it. For the first time in her life, she was going to skip her classes. Her body felt stiff and heavy, as if every muscle had been subjected to an intense and unusual workout. The brush of her uniform's fabric against her skin was a strange sensation. She couldn't go to the infirmary, as that would mean answering questions she couldn't. How could she explain this feeling of extreme fatigue? Despite everything, a persistent thought kept her going: the memory of the most mind-blowing orgasm of her life, a sensation so powerful it refused to fade.
She arrived at Dr. Strong's lab, limping noticeably. Elisabeth watched her from across the room. Her expression was one of serious satisfaction, as if she were seeing the expected results of a complex experiment.
"Good morning, Lindsey," Elisabeth said, her voice strangely professional. "I see your holodeck session was a little more intense than usual. It's like when a woman goes to the gym for the first time. After an intense session, the whole body aches. It's only temporary, don't you think? Your body doesn't like sudden changes, but it's a good sign."
Lindsey swallowed. "Something like that, Doctor," she mumbled, looking down.
Elisabeth approached and took her by the arm with a firmness that surprised Lindsey. "Come, sit for a moment. I need to talk to you." She sat her down in a chair, and for the first time, Lindsey noticed a strange light in her mentor's eyes. "Yesterday you were radiant, full of energy. I could tell, by your pulse, that the therapy was working wonderfully. What happened, my child?"
A blush of shame came over Lindsey, but the memory of the pleasure overcame the physical discomfort. "I don't know... it was... very intense."
"Of course it was," Elisabeth whispered, her voice now an intimate and perverse murmur. "Today's discomfort is the price of tomorrow's clarity, isn't it? It's proof that the therapy is working. It's teaching you that order has a price." The doctor looked Lindsey up and down, her gaze lingering on the young woman's most sensitive parts.
Lindsey shivered. She noticed the lack of empathy in Elisabeth's voice, but she interpreted it as professionalism. In her eyes, Elisabeth was a scientist satisfied with a positive result.
"Now, Lindsey," Elisabeth said, a barely perceptible smile on her face. "You won't be staying today. It's important that you relax and let your body get used to it. But remember, this is just the beginning. The evolution of your being is a long and sometimes uncomfortable process. But the results, my child, are unmatched."
The Cycle of Addiction
When her work shift ended, Lindsey headed to the holodeck with a mix of fear and anxiety. Her legs still felt stiff, reminding her of the morning's punishment. However, a burning desire drove her forward, the promise of that unmatched pleasure.
When the doors slid open, Morgana was waiting for her, as always, in the center of the room, with a wide smile. With a welcoming gesture, she invited her in. "Welcome back, my child. It's time for your next lesson."
Morgana ordered her to undress until only her chastity gear remained. With an instinctive obedience, Lindsey took off her uniform. Morgana approached and, with an almost mechanical coldness, placed the collar and a set of leather cuffs on her wrists. When they reached the center of the room, a chain came down from the ceiling. Morgana hooked the cuffs and raised them, leaving Lindsey with her arms stretched above her head.
Out of nowhere, four full-length mirrors appeared, surrounding Lindsey. Her eyes focused on her reflected figure: her body, still bruised from the blows, displayed a map of violence.
"Look at what became of your beautiful body," Morgana whispered, her voice sarcastic and malicious. "Rules are to be obeyed, or there are consequences. You must take care of it, not let it end up like this." Her fingers landed on a violent purple bruise on Lindsey's hip.
Then, Morgana began to caress the different bruises and reddened areas. Her caresses were a sweet torture, a mix of pain and pleasure. Lindsey began to moan, tears rolling down her cheeks, her mind a mess of pain and excitement. The psychological torture was immense.
"Don't worry," Morgana whispered, with a cruel smile, "I'm here for that, too."
"Chastity, deactivate," Morgana ordered.
The thong and bra turned elastic. Morgana pulled down the chastity thong, trying not to touch the bruises. A cry of pain escaped Lindsey's lips when Morgana removed the bra. Lindsey's large breasts, covered in bruises, fell from the nanolatex pouches.
Morgana began to caress the bruised areas again. At the same time, Lindsey's body felt a wave of heat. A dermal regenerator, a Federation technology, activated. The areas Morgana caressed were no longer bruised, and the pain of the touches transformed into the pleasure of the caresses.
Morgana went over every inch of her body, kissing her, pinching her, and gently caressing her clitoral area. Each caress brought her to the brink of a gigantic orgasm. All the while, Lindsey begged Morgana for the climax, and she responded, "Almost... just hold on a little longer."
But still, the orgasm never came. Morgana began to put the chastity gear back on, with a cruel slowness and delicacy. Lindsey realized she wouldn't give it to her and burst into tears, begging and pleading for the orgasm. Morgana tried to comfort her, but she never stopped putting the items back on.
"Chastity, activate," Morgana ordered.
Lindsey's crying echoed throughout the room.
"Remember, Lindsey," Morgana said, her voice soft but full of power. "Your pleasure is mine to give or deny." Morgana approached, untied her, and kissed her sensually and deeply. "But now the one who wants pleasure is me. Come, today you will learn to give oral pleasure with only your tongue."
A chaise lounge appeared out of nowhere. Morgana lay on it, and the part of her suit that covered her erogenous zones and breasts disappeared. "Come, child," she said, in a deep voice, "start giving me pleasure."
Lindsey ran her tongue over Morgana's breasts and nipples, then went down, licking until Morgana said in a whisper: "That's right, slower. Use the tip of your tongue... very good, my child. Now go lower, gently." Lindsey continued, feeling that she was complying with each of her orders, until Morgana feigned an orgasm.
When she finished, Morgana released her.
"This is what it feels like to give someone else an orgasm," Morgana said, with a satisfied smile. She kissed her again. "Now get dressed, you're as good as new."
Lindsey put on her uniform, feeling the fabric against skin that, despite the horrible marks from a moment ago, was now perfectly smooth. She felt as if she were another person. She left the holodeck and walked through the Academy's corridors. The cold white light and the silence were a sharp contrast to the chaos and darkness she had just experienced. Her body showed no pain, but inside, every one of Morgana's words echoed in her mind. "Your pleasure is mine to give or deny." The phrase repeated like a macabre song. She felt empty, but at the same time, her body trembled with the memory of the orgasm she wasn't allowed to have. Her mind told her to run, to leave, but her body and her desires only wanted one thing: to go back to the room, to go back to her.
"One more thing, my child," Morgana's voice said. Lindsey turned around, but saw no one at the door. Suddenly, her personal terminal vibrated with a notification. Morgana had sent her a file directly. "For your next training. It's file 103 in your database. You will only be able to re-enter the holodeck when you have put on the last one." A cruel smile formed on her face, even though Lindsey couldn't see it.
Lindsey returned to her dorm room. Still confused and anxious, she sat down in front of her terminal and searched for the file. Her eyes widened. The screen showed instructions to replicate a pear-shaped anal enema and, below that, a detailed manual on how to perform it. There was also a section to replicate a special anal lubricant, compatible with the nanolatex the three anal plugs of different diameters were made of. When Lindsey saw the size of the largest plug, nearly 6 cm thick at its widest point, she panicked. Her heart pounded so hard she thought it would burst out of her chest. The final message in bold on the screen was terrifyingly clear: "When the largest plug is in place, the holodeck door will open for you. Only then can you come back to me." Fear and desire took over her body.
Lindsey stood motionless, staring at her terminal screen. The panic she felt at seeing the size of the largest plug was real, but the longing to be with Morgana again was a much more powerful need. She knew she couldn't do what was asked of her in her dorm room. With the constant flow of cadets during the day, it was impossible to replicate the items and start the humiliating task without being seen. The fear of being discovered by someone, especially Elisabeth, was paralyzing. Her only option was to return to Dr. Strong's lab, the place where she felt a little safer, under the pretense that she had forgotten something important to work on a personal project.
With her heart pounding, she stood up, her body still reacting to Morgana's last touches. She walked through the corridors, the sound of her own footsteps echoing in the silence of the night. Every door she passed was a source of anxiety. When she arrived at the lab, the door opened for her. The workroom was dark, with only the faint light of the data monitors illuminating the consoles. She headed to the replicator at Elisabeth's workstation. It was state-of-the-art and offered the privacy she needed.
With trembling hands, she called up the files Morgana had sent her. First, she selected the enema bulb, then the lubricant, and finally the three anal plugs. The replicator hummed softly as the nanolatex shapes came to life. In a few seconds, the objects were on the tray. They were as real and menacing as she had imagined.
Lindsey took the newly replicated objects and quickly stored them in a small black box, slamming it shut. Her heart was beating so hard she could almost hear it in her ears. She headed back to her dorm. The fear didn't matter. The excitement she was subjected to in the holodeck, combined with the slight but ever-present discomfort of her chastity gear, had heightened her desire to an unbearable point. She had to achieve the objective. She had to insert the last plug. The only way back to Morgana was through total submission.