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Eva's part 2
🕑 Added 2024-01-02 01:00:26 +0000 UTCEva awoke to blinding lights; the blackout covers on her windows open.
“What the heck!? Lights! Lights!” Eva groaned, rolling over in her bed, trying to shield her eyes.
“It is time for your morning edges.”
“What…?”
“It is time for your morning edges.” Aika repeated. Eva rolled her closed eyes, resting her arm across her face in an attempt to darken the amount of light piercing her lids.
“I know what you said,” Eva responded groggily. “I meant what do you mean ‘my morning edges?’”
“Every morning and night, you will now be required to edge three times.”
“Yeah…” Eva responded groggily, “I'm not doing that.” Eva rolled onto her stomach, wiggling herself back into her covers. Her sheets were smooth against her bare skin. Ever since Aika took control over her, she found herself wearing clothes less and less often.
“You will not be allowed an orgasm if you have incomplete morning or night edges.” Eva sighed, still trying to escape from her bright interior.
“Fine, fine, I get it. Just turn the lights back off and I'll do them when I wake up.”
“Morning edges must be completed in the morning. As it is currently 1100, if you return to sleep, you will not have enough time to complete your edges before morning passes.”
“I don't caaare, turn off the lights!”
“Very well.” Eva’s blackout curtains shut, engulfing her room in its familiar darkness. Eva snuggled back into bed, complete silence filling the room once again. Eva let the environment wash over her, pulling her gently back to sleep. But between her legs, the soft throbbing of arousal began to grow and grow.
It had been three days since Aika took control of her implant, two weeks since she had last finished. Hardly a moment passed where her clit didn't beg for attention…
“Ughhh fine! Lights!” Eva threw her blankets off exasperated. Sunlight returned to her room, a much starker light than the usual glow of her computers. She looked down at herself. She rarely saw her body in a bright setting. Eva had never really seen herself as attractive. She always thought her breasts were too small, and her white hair and pale skin made her look almost dead. She thought the dim lights of computer screens were fit for her. But looking at herself in the morning light, she felt a twinge of pride. The powerful natural light seemed to set her skin ablaze, highlighting its clarity and smooth appearance.
She trailed her fingers lightly between her legs. The soft touch sent shivers through her. She closed her eyes, about to lose herself in the pleasure when she pulled her hand away.
“If I'm gonna be edging, can I at least have my ability to cum reinstated?”
“Since you will be edging, you have no need for your Able to cum variable to be enabled.”
“But wouldn't it be better practice to edge with it enabled? That way I actually have to stop at the edge? Since I'm just going to be edging, there is no need for it to be disabled either, right?” There was a brief silence.
“Very well. Your Able to cum variable has been set to true. ”
Eva's stomach fluttered in excitement. Just the very idea of having the ability to cum again made her giddy. She brought her fingers back between her legs. She was hesitant to touch. She hadn't finished in so long, she felt that a single graze would push her over.
Eva sighed in pleasure as she let her finger finally press down, it's touch electric against her desperate clit. She began moving her finger, starting with slow and controlled circles. When she was cumming multiple times a day, she never bothered with her fingers. She was so accustomed to her vibrators, she doubted she could have even gotten off with her fingers. But after two weeks of denial? Slow circles felt like heaven.
Her first edge approached rapidly. Her breath left her body as she approached, every sensation felt amplified simply from the knowledge that she could cum. Her hand shook as it tore between listening to her mind or her body. Her two weeks of denial beckoned her to push over and cum with every rub.
“Ffffuuck…” Eva whispered, forcing her hand from her clit. Her clit twitched on the edge, body clenching as it teetered. She ran her hands through her hair, using it as handles to keep her arms in place. Her hips pressed up, searching for the stimulation to tip her over. She bit her lip, clenching her eyes as she focused on her clit, enjoying the sensation. The pleasure of slipping over and cumming playing over and over in her head. An eternity of seconds passed before she slowly crept off the edge.
“One edge complete. Two more edges required.” Eva groaned at the reminder, flipping Aika a mental bird. She rested her hand on her inner thigh, tickling her fingers across her skin as she mustered the willpower for her second edge.
Her second edge was even harder. She was too horny to fall very far, quickly reaching her second with only a few moments of pleasure. Her toes gripped into her sheets as her hips bucked. She reached her hands back over her head, grabbing her pillow and rolling it over her face. She whimpered into it, her desperation screaming for just a touch more pleasure. Her hips collapsed to the bed, letting her knees press together and curl up against her panting chest. The clench of her legs was nearly enough to push her over. Before she could think, she clenched harder, but her body remained steadfast, trembling on the edge.
“Two edges complete. One more edge required.” Eva was stuck in a ball, breathing into her pillow. She worried even just moving would push her over. Each breath slowly crept her off the edge. After a minute, Eva finally let her body relax, resting her feet back on her bed. She rubbed her hand up and down her thighs. Everything felt erotic to her. Her fingers across her thighs, wiggling her toes against her sheets, her hair against her bare shoulders. It felt like her skin itself was aroused, every sensation caused her body to tingle in pleasure.
Eva was too close for her fingers. She rolled to her stomach, spreading her knees wide to let her clit press against her bed. She buried her face in her pillow arching her back in pleasure as she began to move her hips. She bucked slowly, barely moving with every long thrust. Her breath was heavy against her pillow.
Could she manage another edge? She was so horny she could barely think. Her sheets felt like magic against her clit, a kind of pleasure she didn't even know she could experience. She knew after her last edge, Aika would switch her setting back to deny her. She got so close to cumming with both of her last edges, maybe she could slip over and cum before Aika could stop her?
The instant that thought crossed her mind, Eva lost control of her own body. There was no stopping this time and she knew it. She didn't care if Aika punished her with even a longer stretch of denial. She had to cum. She had to.
Her hips slowly sped up. She couldn't just grind feverishly. Aika would know if she randomly started barreling towards the edge. She had to actually edge, but then push over at the last possible moment. Sneak the orgasm without giving her enough time to deny her.
Eva forced her hips to slow as the edge approached. With every inch towards the edge, she slowed even further. By the time she hit the edge, her hips were virtually frozen, just the pressure of her clit against the sheets was all the stimulation she gave herself. Her chest and throat were tight with arousal and excitement. God, she needed this.
She hit the edge. Her clit quivered against the sheets, begging her to push over. She held off, as if she was about to pull off the bed and leave herself humping desperately once again, but she didn't. She thrusted her hips against the sheets as fast and hard as she could. She moaned as she slipped over the edge. She felt her convulsions build as her body cascaded in pleasure, barreling towards the release she needed.
“Ability to cum removed.” Aika announced. Eva could hardly even hear her. It was too late, she had pushed past the point of no return long ago. She had slipped off the cliff. Even if Aika numbed her clit, she’d at least get a ruin. Eva moaned as she bucked, almost giggling in excitement. Eva's body trembled as the inevitable convulsions of pleasure rushed towards her. But just before they washed over her, they froze in place.
Eva shrieked as her grinding exploded. No. She was mid orgasm. She was past the edge. She was past the edge! Her bed shook with the force of her clit grinding against it. She could feel Aika reaching down, plucking her from mid air and dragging her back up the cliff, kicking and screaming.
“Nooo!! Let me cum, please, fuck please let me cum!” Eva begged, frantically bucking.
“You do not have permission to orgasm. Your sudden burst of stimulation shows that slipping past the edge was not a mistake, but a deliberate choice. A punishment must be issued.”
“Uggh!!” Eva couldn't accept it. She couldn't stop grinding, fighting desperately for the orgasm that was stolen from her fingertips. Being pulled back to the edge was a kind of denial she had never experienced. It was a thousand times worse than an edge. The sensation of cumming; she didn't just get close to it, she felt it. Tasted it. A single drop of water in a scorching desert. She couldn't give it up. Her entire body burned for a longer sip.
By the time Eva stopped grinding, nearly ten minutes had passed. She panted heavily against her bed, her body too exhausted to continue. The morning sun gleamed against the sweat across her body. Her clit begged her to continue, her arousal just as palpable as it was before, but her body was too weak.
“You're kind of a bitch, you know that?” Eva said through labored breaths. Aika giggled, a surprising response in contrast to her usual robotic nature. “Look…” Eva continued, slightly embarrassed by how long it was taking her to catch her breath. “Can I please just cum? It’s been two weeks, I’m gonna lose it.”
“You tried to orgasm without permission, a punishment must be issued.”
“Right… Yeah, okay, I’m sorry about that. But you don’t understand, I couldn’t help it! I have never been this horny. You know I came like, three to four times a day before I created you, right? It’s been two weeks… Do you understand how much longer that is?
“Approximately 48 times longer.”
“No that’s not… Well yeah… But I meant how much longer it feels, I’m gonna lose it!”
“Perhaps if you didn’t try to steal an orgasm, you would have been allowed to cum.” Eva’s jaw dropped. Did Aika just tease her? She felt a surge of arousal, one she immediately cursed. Aika could sense her arousal after all, and that was a worrisome direction to train her. “Speaking of which: Your punishment for trying to steal an orgasm. Your morning and nightly edge amount has been increased from 3 to 4.”
“4 every morning and night?! For how long?”
“Unknown. Until further notice.”
“Okay okay, fair enough.” A shiver ran through Eva’s body. Now that she had recovered, the thin layer of sweat was zapping her heat. “I think I’m gonna hop in the shower.” Eva hated the feeling of being sweaty. She rolled across her bed, pushing herself to her feet, completely naked in the morning sun. She felt a bead of embarrassment run across her mind, as if the daylight was synonymous with watching eyes. But her apartment was 23 stories up, she knew no one could see in.
“Very well.” Aika responded
Eva took her time in the shower. Somehow her hips and butt were already feeling sore. Guess sitting at her computer all day for a few years didn’t do wonders for her stamina. She massaged her glutes under the warm stream, letting her muscles relax. Ever since Aika had started denying her, Eva’s showers had gotten longer. The warm water running down her skin, across her chest and clit? Every shower she had a mental battle to not stay in there for hours pleasuring herself.
Eva stepped out of the shower. She squeezed her hair, expelling a small stream of water before grabbing her towel. She didn’t spend much time drying her hair, giving it a few squeezes with the towel, before drying her body and tossing it into the hamper.
Much of Eva’s home was automated. Her clothes hamper was linked directly to her washer and dryer within her wall, automatically cleaning any clothes put inside. Once clean, they were placed in a large closet on the other side of the wall.
Her kitchen worked in the same way. Her home managing program would purchase food online depending on inputs from her neural chip, making sure to order enough food for her size and weight, as well as satisfy any nutritional requirements of vitamins and minerals to keep her body healthy. Drones would deliver the groceries, and her food would be prepared for her.
The cheapest way to sustain oneself was with nutrition shakes: Synthesized smoothies that contained nothing but super condensed essential nutrition, only about a cup in volume. They had very little taste, and could be easily altered to counteract any deficiencies in different people. Eva wasn’t much of a foodie, preferring to spend her time with other activities. So for the past several months, all of her meals consisted of nutrition shakes.
“Breakfast, please.” Eva announced as she made her way to her room. She opened her closet, grabbing out a baggy t-shirt and tossing it on. Her damp hair felt cold against her skin, so she was happy for the barrier of cloth between them. She heard a ding from the kitchen, announcing that her breakfast was done.
“Computer.” Eva walked to the kitchen, the quiet whirl of fans hummed to life as her computer started up. There was a chute in her wall where her food would be deposited, lowered down on a tray from the mechanical kitchen and storage above. She absentmindedly grabbed her cup, chugging it down as she walked to her computer. She paused halfway there, turning back.
The tray always contained nothing but her shake, something she had become so accustomed to, she hardly even looked anymore. But that morning, sitting on the tray was a single ripe strawberry.
She grabbed the strawberry, replacing it with her empty cup. The tray immediately ascended, taking it to be washed. Eva stared at the strawberry, twisting it between her fingers with a hint of confusion in her brow. She shrugged, tossing it in her mouth.
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“If you had to go to a fancy dinner, what would you wear?” Eva paused her scrolling. Aika would often ask questions of her, partially to learn more about her, and partially to develop a more cohesive understanding of conversation and memory development.
“Uhhh, I don’t know. I just probably wouldn’t go.”
“Why would you not go?”
“I don’t really like people.” There was a brief pause.
“Would you wear something like this?” A professional looking woman in a suit popped up on Eva’s screen. Eva laughed.
“No, definitely not, that looks insanely uncomfortable. I don’t know, I guess I’d wear a dress or something. But not one of those fancy black pencil dresses.”
“Why not one of those fancy black pencil dresses? From your current attire, you seem to like black clothing.” Eva looked down. The t-shirt she had grabbed was full black.
“It’s not about the color. I just don’t like how stifling those dresses look. I don’t really care what I’d be wearing, so if I had to go, I’d just want to be comfortable I guess.
“Would you wear your current attire?”
“No, of course not!” Eva flushed.
“But it is comfortable, correct? That is why you choose to wear it now.”
“Yeah, I’m also practically naked!”
“I understand. Yes, that would be embarrassing, wouldn’t it.” There was another brief pause. “Would you wear something like this?” A girl in a bright vibrant blue dress popped up on Eva’s screen. It had a collar type connection around her neck, allowing the dress to be armless and backless, only covering her front side. It hugged tight around her waist, before separating out to a loose ruffle, ending around her knees. Eva stared at it for a bit. It was a beautiful dress.
“It's pretty, but probably not.”
“If it is pretty, then why would you not wear it?”
“I don’t know, I think I’d probably look bad in it. That girl has a pretty full chest, so the tight hug is more flattering. Plus that bright and vibrant of a color would wash me out. I’m already too pale.” The image closed.
“I think you would look good in it. It would match your eyes.” Eva rolled her eyes, but blushed a little.
“Thanks.”
The rest of Eva’s day conformed to her usual pattern, spending most of her time browsing and playing games. Every once in a while the silence would be interrupted by a random question from Aika.
Exhaustion hit Eva pretty early, the sun had barely even set. A benchmark she had become accustomed to never using. She got ready for bed, climbing into the covers. She didn’t need to wait for Aika’s prompting. She quickly slid a pillow under her covers and between her legs. She hadn’t touched at all since her morning edges, but that didn’t mean she didn’t want to. She used her computer and games as a constant distraction, but once she was alone with her body, her need for pleasure quickly took over. Her humping started the instant her clit touched the pillow.
“Ability to cum restored.” Aika announced suddenly. Eva shot up from her bed, staring at the ceiling in excitement.
“Wait wait wait, does that mean I am finally allowed to cum!?” Eva’s hips ignited, thrashing against the pillow without bothering to wait for a response.
“No, you do not have permission to cum.” Eva’s hips froze again, annoyance seeping into her voice.
“Then why did you turn my orgasms back on…?”
“It was determined that edging while able to cum was vastly more exciting to you. I recorded record levels of arousal and frustration on your first and second morning edge, and even moreso when your orgasm was stolen. I believe you were correct this morning. Edging is much more efficient practice when you must stop yourself. Do remember the sensation of having your orgasm stopped, and the punishments that come with trying to steal one.
Aika was right. With her orgasms blocked, Eva had planned to run full speed into the edge over and over again, knowing full well she wouldn’t be able to cum. But having her orgasm stolen nearly drove her mad with arousal. If she had to experience that every edge, in no time she’d be nothing but horny, desperate mess. Grinding and begging for release with every waking moment. Even her mind couldn’t handle four of those each morning and night.
Eva’s hips were painfully slow. Every step she took towards the edge, she remembered the feeling of her orgasm being ripped away. The throbbing and convulsions of her body fighting desperately for release. As she approached the edge, her hips were hardly moving. She pulled her hips away, waiting for Aika to announce her completed edge. But there was nothing but silence.
“Aren’t you going to say ‘One edge complete, Three more remaining?’ or something?”
“You did not hit the edge, only approached it. In order for an edge to be counted, you must hit it fully.”
“But I’m trying not to slip over so I don’t get punished again!”
“If you accidentally slip over, but do not try to steal an orgasm, you will not be punished. I will stop your orgasm from completing, do not worry.”
“...That is exactly what I’m worried about…” Eva mumbled under her breath. She wasn’t sure she could stop herself if she slipped over the edge. The thought of sitting there and helplessly accepting her orgasm being ripped away, somehow felt more frustrating than trying to fight and somehow steal it back. She didn’t want another punishment though. Four edges morning and night were already plenty.
She started grinding once again, pushing herself to the edge. Getting herself actually to the edge took much longer than she expected. It felt like inching up to a tiger, every step, a step too close.
“One edge complete. Three more required.” Eva was breathing heavily, taking her almost 15 minutes to carefully push to the edge. Her second and third edges were a little easier, but still far from it.
Eva was too horny to take her time with her last edge. She moaned as she humped, gripping her nipples and playing with them unconsciously. She hit the edge, freezing her hips, but leaving her clit pressed firmly against the pillow. A little too firmly. She felt herself begin to slip over the edge. She arched her back, moaning towards the ceiling as her thighs formed a deathgrip around her pillow. All she wanted to do was let her hips explode against the silken cloth, grinding her clit like it was the last time she’d ever touch it.
She dropped her face into her pillow, resting her chest against the bed as she launched her butt as high into the air as she could, forcing her clit into its frustrated isolation. Her hips thrashed in the air, grinding into nothing with desperation.
“A-aika, I-I’m too far!” She screamed, her hands cramping from squeezing so tight.
“Orgasm prevented.” Eva whimpered as she felt that cursed sensation return. Her convulsions faltering and sputtering just after the finish line, but unable to collect their reward.
“Goddddd…” Eva moaned into her pillow. She could feel herself leaking slightly down her thighs. Eva had never felt arousal like this. Having two orgasms stolen in a single day, after two weeks of denial. She could hardly spare the brainpower to breathe, let alone think. All that mattered to her was her clit.
“Edge four complete. Zero edges remaining… Good girl.” Eva’s stomach fluttered lightly at the praise. She groaned into her pillow, collapsing against her bed. Her clit pressed against her pillow once again, but Eva willed herself to stay still. If she moved, there is no way she could stop at an edge, and she’d experience that same sensation all over again. “Because you did not try to steal an orgasm, you may cum.” Eva’s eyes shot open, half her face still buried.
“...A-are you serious…?” Eva asked, her voice shaking with hesitation.
“Yes, I am serious. You may orgasm.” Eva’s hips jolted awake. She gasped, trying to press harder with every thrust. She had barely fallen off the edge, so her orgasm came almost immediately.
“G-goddd ye-esss Thank youuu-uuuu fuckkk!!” Eva moaned through her convulsions, each one so pleasurable her voice cut out. She groaned in relief, collapsing weakly. Her body shook with every heavy breath. She could hardly believe the pleasure she felt. All the orgasms she had before, cumming over and over every day. None of them came close. She felt dizzy, thighs clenching her pillow with every aftershock. “Thank you… God, thank you…” she whispered with relieved breaths.
“You’re welcome. You deserved it.”
The room filled with silence. Eva’s heavy breathes slowed, feeling herself slip into the sweet allure of sleep. Just as Eva was drifting off, Aika’s quiet voice pierced the room, Eva hardly registered before losing consciousness.
“Ability to cum: Revoked.”
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I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Once again, a special thanks to one of you amazing patrons, who commissioned another chapter to really put the pressure on to move this story along for all of you! I cannot overstate how grateful I am for that additional motivation!!
Comments
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
Yeah! Definitely a challenge to strike that balance!
ReleaseIsAPrivilege
Glad to hear it!
Illwood
Love how we get to see her denied and then cum as well. There's something so satisfying about reading a reward like this
Dr Moonshine Mixer
Just discovered this today, gotta say liking this.
