Part 7: The Consequences of the Game
In an instant, the idyllic meadow vanished, dragging with it the soft grass and warm sun, not like a scene change, but as if reality itself were crumbling. The puppy suit, a second skin of nanolatex that had adhered to every curve of her body, didn't disintegrate into a bright light, but dissolved with a cold sigh, a chilling sensation that spread from her hardened nipples to the base of her spine. Lindsey was left standing, naked and vulnerable in an absolute void, where the air smelled of ozone and the promise of a calculated pain. The silence of the holodeck was heavier than any sound, a silence that vibrated with a sinister anticipation.
Morgana, now dressed in her picnic outfit, materialized in front of her without a single flash, as if she had always been there. A glacial smile pulled at her lips. "You agreed to play the game by my rules," she said, and her voice was not a sound, but a resonance that traveled through Lindsey's bones. "How many of my rules did you violate, Lindsey?"
The shame felt like an iron fist in Lindsey's throat. Her eyes were fixed on the floor, unable to face Morgana's relentless gaze. "Two," she murmured, barely audible. "But…". The words died on her lips. She knew pleading was useless, that every excuse would only intensify the punishment. Morgana's gaze was an abyss of ice that expected no mercy, but a confession.
"Tell me, Lindsey, do you agree that you deserve the consequences for breaking my rules?" Her voice was soft, almost a whisper inviting her to submission. Lindsey felt a shiver of helplessness. She knew the game. She bowed her head, her loose hair partially covering her face. "Yes," she replied in a voice barely audible. "I can't hear you, Lindsey. The confession must be clear and strong."
"Yes, I broke the rules and I deserve a punishment." The words came out of her mouth, not out of conviction, but out of a painful pragmatism. Submission was the quickest way to end the agony. Morgana didn't punish by programming, but for pleasure. She enjoyed every moment, and that truth was more terrifying than any riding crop.
Morgana took a step closer, the sound of her boots breaking the silence like the echo of a hammer. "Last time, your punishment was quick and brutal. I still enjoy the sound of the different instruments striking your virgin body. It was a true pleasure," she whispered, and a shiver ran down Lindsey's spine. "But this time," she continued, "I want it to be not hard, but lasting. I want to savor every hour of your punishment."
Upon hearing the word hours, Lindsey's heart twisted into a knot of pure terror. Hours. Her body, still exhausted from the previous simulation, began to tremble uncontrollably. Morgana noticed and a smile of pure delight spread across her face, like a predator seeing its prey tremble.
"Don't be afraid, Lindsey. Since the faults were in extreme situations, I'll be lenient. In addition to pain, there will also be pleasure mixed in. I think I feel like something classic."
Saying this, a flogging bench, forged in dark leather and metal, appeared in the center of the holodeck. Its straps hung like waiting snakes. Lindsey backed away, her bare feet almost sticking to the floor. The mix of tanned leather and nanolatex from the straps overwhelmed her; it was a terrifying duality, a promise of mechanical pain and animal pleasure. Her mind screamed, "No, please!" but her mouth remained sealed by a submission that already felt as natural as breathing.
Morgana, reading her body language, spoke to her with an unsettling calm. "Lindsey, come. It's best to start."
Lindsey's voice broke into a whisper. "Computer…," but before she could complete the command, Morgana interrupted her.
"Lindsey, you're smart. You've seen it many times. If you say the command, the punishment will double. Think, child, remember, analyze. You have no escape."
Logic, which had been her only defense, abandoned her. Morgana didn't need an excuse to control her; she controlled her de facto. She closed her eyes and, in an instant, everything she had denied was revealed with a dazzling clarity. She remembered that Morgana appeared alone, without a voice command, and that the simulations closed when she decided, not when Lindsey ordered. It was an unprecedented degree of freedom for a holodeck program. And that's when she understood: Morgana was not her program, she was the owner of the holodeck. She was her jailer, and Lindsey had no power. That truth, so simple and horrible, had always been there, hidden in plain sight. In that moment, Lindsey collapsed to her knees, the air escaping her lungs like a silent scream.
Morgana knelt, her face inches from Lindsey's, with a smile of pure satisfaction. "My intelligent child, yet so trusting and blind to what was in plain sight. But Lindsey, I am only here to guide you. When you enter the holodeck, you accept my guidance. It has always been this way from the beginning, you just didn't want to see it. I know pain is scary, but it's only temporary. You know, and I know, that you enjoy the whole journey, even the pain. Or am I wrong?" Lindsey didn't answer, but a part of her knew that the last revelation was the most terrifying of all. Morgana was right.
"I know it's scary, but I know you enjoy it. Now let's go to the bench, your punishment awaits," Morgana said, rising gracefully.
Slowly, as if in a trance, Lindsey got up and lay on the bench. Morgana said nothing, giving her time to process the truth. The silence in the holodeck was oppressive, and the only sound was the soft whisper of the straps. Despite the fear, Lindsey felt a surge of excitement. Morgana knelt to tie her up, and the sensation of the cold leather against her naked skin, and the pressure of the buckles, made her nipples harden. When she finished securing her ankles, hands, and knees, Lindsey was completely motionless. Her breasts, large and heavy, fell over the edge of the bench, the sensitive skin of her areolas stretching with gravity.
Morgana knelt in front of her, holding two bands of black nanolatex. "Do you know what these are?" she asked, with a perverse sweetness. "These bands will go at the base of your breasts. They will make them very sensitive, ideal for being punished." Morgana began to place them with an exasperating slowness, as if she were decorating a work of art. The pressure increased, and Lindsey felt the blood pulsing and the veins marking under her skin. When she finished with the left breast, the right had already acquired a bluish hue. "Look, your breasts are already bluish, and it's just the beginning. It will be very exciting to hit them," her voice broke into a dry, hollow laugh that filled the holodeck.
Then, Morgana got up and went to a tray of instruments that had appeared by her side. From it, she took out nipple clamps, something Lindsey had never seen. "And these little things go on your nipples. They squeeze them, and weight can be added. We'll start with something light." Lindsey tried to refuse with her head, but before she could utter a protest, Morgana cut her off with an icy voice. "You can scream, cry, but if you talk, I'll have to gag you, and then it will only be punishment without pleasure. You decide."
Lindsey shut her mouth abruptly and looked at her with helpless fury. "That's it! That look... that's my Lindsey." Then, she braided a single lock of long hair from Lindsey's head, and tied it to a nanolatex band she had taken from a compartment.
She returned to the tray and took out a metal hook with a fairly large metal ball. "This is called an anal hook, and you can imagine where it goes." She introduced the anal hook, previously lubricated, with humiliating ease. The band was tied to the hook, pulling on it and forcing Lindsey to raise her head to look forward, her eyes filled with hate and terror.
Morgana stood in front of her. "How careless of me," she said, her voice tinged with mockery. "I put all those toys on you and look at my outfit. I think it's a bit out of place."
Morgana's picnic outfit dissolved in the light of the holodeck, revealing the leather suit from that morning. The image made Morgana's words, "I want to torture you for hours," resonate in her mind. Tears of frustration began to fall in torrents, hot against her cheeks. A horsehair flogger appeared in Morgana's right hand, but something else changed. The black strap-on appeared at her waist, the same size as the one she had used on her when she lost her virginity. The image of the penetration, mixed with the torture, made a shiver of excitement run through her body.
Morgana began to walk slowly around Lindsey, hitting different parts of her body with the whip, with blows that became faster and stronger. The smell of leather and sweat permeated the air. At first, Lindsey only cried, a mix of helplessness, humiliation, and pain. But as the blows increased in intensity, the crying turned into guttural screams. The whip fell on her flesh with a sound that was both a dry crack and a wet thud. Morgana paused for an instant, savoring the sound, and then continued, hitting mercilessly. Her breasts and areolas were flogged, as were the soles of her feet, her thighs, and her arms. The red marks of the whip stood out on Lindsey's pale skin, a sadistic work of art.
Then, Morgana took a long flogger. She ran it over Lindsey's vagina, and it became soaked with a thick, whitish liquid, smelling of desperate arousal. Morgana knelt in front of Lindsey and asked her, with a voice full of irony: "Did you enjoy it?" Lindsey shook her head, but Morgana showed her the flogger. "Your body says otherwise. Please, clean my flogger, because I need to use it for you denying the truth." She brought the tip to her mouth. "Clean it," she ordered. Lindsey, feeling her will completely dissolve, obeyed.
Morgana smiled with satisfaction. She began to flog her breasts and areolas, mercilessly, until they turned a deep scarlet. "Tomorrow they will be a deep purple, I promise you," she whispered. And she continued hitting, despite Lindsey's screams. When she saw them red enough, she put down the flogger and took the horsehair whip. Lindsey was now a sea of tears.
Morgana aimed the strap-on at her vagina and penetrated her without any problem. Lindsey's natural lubricant had created a puddle between her legs. The sound was watery, a detail Morgana did not let pass without further humiliation. "What a dirty, horny bitch," she told her, with a voice full of contempt.
Then, she began long, smooth thrusts. With each thrust, she brought the whip down on her back. Lindsey's moans of pleasure began to increase, and Morgana increased the speed of the thrusts and the blows at the same rate. Pleasure and pain merged into a sensory storm. The first orgasm was an explosion that made her scream, but Morgana didn't stop. She had one goal: to overwhelm her. The orgasms continued arriving relentlessly, one after another, until Lindsey no longer moaned, but only writhed on the bench. Her body, completely exhausted, could no longer bear the assault of sensations. With a final groan of exhaustion, she fainted.
The Awakening and the Gift of Possession
The fainting was not a total void, but a fall into an abyss of fragmented sensations. Lindsey's consciousness shattered and then slowly pieced itself back together. There was no darkness, just a whirlwind of colors swirling around her. She could feel her body, a symphony of dull pain and burning in the bruised areas, but also a distant echo of a pleasure that had consumed her.
She heard Morgana's voice, soft as cotton but hard as granite. "Wake up, my child. We still have so much to explore. Pain is just the door to ecstasy. It's the path that will lead you to me." The voice faded, and Lindsey felt a chill on her skin. The scent of ozone was overwhelming again. She woke up, the light of the holodeck seemed unbearably bright. She was in a four-poster bed, tied in a cross, face up. Her limbs were immobilized, stretched and held to the bedposts with thick nanolatex straps that left her completely defenseless. Morgana, now dressed in a black silk robe, looked at her like a sculptor examining a half-finished work.
"Now we will learn and finish my art. Did you enjoy the orgasms, Lindsey?" Morgana gave her permission to speak with a gesture.
Tears fell from her eyes again. "Yes," she replied in a broken, humiliated voice. "Why? Why is this happening to me? How can I enjoy it this way?"
Morgana knelt beside the bed and caressed Lindsey's face. "Some people are special, and with a little guidance, they learn to enjoy it in another way. And you, Lindsey, are like that. Your nature makes you feel freer when you are forced, and those sensations are enhanced." Her voice was soft, almost compassionate, but her words were a calculated cruelty. "Now we must continue a little more. That little puppy belly in heat is very white, don't you think? Also, you'll experience other little things."
Out of nowhere, a shiny metal egg appeared. "This is an egg that is linked to me," Morgana explained. "As I feel pleasure, the egg will increase its vibration. Do you understand?" She placed the egg in Lindsey's vagina. Then, the holodeck reformatted her outfit, leaving her vaginal area completely exposed. She got on the bed and brought her own vagina close to Lindsey's mouth.
Lindsey, feeling a mix of terror and need, stuck out her tongue and licked gently. The egg vibrated immediately, an electrical response that spread through her body. That simple act encouraged her to continue, but she soon realized that it was not about time or effort, but about skill. As Morgana felt pleasure, the egg sped up its vibration, pushing Lindsey to the brink of ecstasy. When Lindsey began to moan, something changed. A click sounded in the air and the horsehair whip began to fall on her belly and vagina.
But this time, it was different. If she stopped licking, the whip fell harder. If she continued, it was like an intense caress, not to torture, but to arouse. However, the accumulation also generated a dual effect: it hurt, but it aroused. The minutes passed in a flood of sensations. At one point, Lindsey reached an orgasm and her body trembled. She stopped licking and four fierce and very strong blows fell on her vagina. This not only did not cut off the orgasm, it intensified it to an unimaginable point.
Morgana caressed Lindsey delicately. "I have some things to talk about. You already know my nature, you already know my needs, but you also know that I will never hurt you excessively, only for our enjoyment. You can't deny this with what just happened. Therefore, I need you to come back to me. And for that, we will make changes. Your chastity devices will disappear and I will give you the freedom to explore your body freely, but the orgasms will still be mine."
Lindsey felt a cold fear from the direction of the conversation.
"I gave you Guardian," Morgana said, holding the sphere Lindsey had replicated that morning. It was not the innocent ball from a game, but an orb of black nanolatex, smooth and shiny like obsidian. "He will protect my orgasms." When Morgana held it in front of her, her voice, clear and cold, resonated with a single and definitive command: "Activate."
The orb responded immediately. As if an invisible heart began to beat inside it, a bright blue light emerged from the center and spread throughout the mass with an unnatural speed. The nanolatex filaments, previously inert, separated and twisted into a tangle of luminous appendages, pulsing with an icy glow. In seconds, the sphere transformed into a shapeless mass, moving with the elasticity of a predator, with thin plasma ducts pulsing from the core to the tips of its extremities. It was a monstrous amalgamation, a living weapon.
"Lindsey, this will replace items 101 and 102," Morgana said, mockery resonating in her voice. "I couldn't resist the urge to reward you, especially after you so desperately begged to lose your virginity. Congratulations on your new gift." The special smile already known by Lindsey, which always appeared before something that would cause discomfort, returned to her face. "This device is a fusion of Borg technology and Starfleet technology. It is not an intelligence, but a program, with the ability to control your vital signs and infiltrate your body." Morgana explained that the device would be introduced into her vagina and that those luminous filaments were the visual evidence of its main function: to extract the electrical bio-impulses from her body to obtain energy. The light she saw was the flow of her own vitality, which would be stolen for a terrible purpose.
The panic from the mention of the Borg frightened Lindsey, and when she saw it move by itself from where Morgana left it on the bed towards her vagina, those moments were of terror. She could not move, she could not scream, her body did not respond. And when she felt Guardian slowly enter her, an incredible pleasure invaded her. Guardian was designed not as an object of punishment, but as a companion and guardian of orgasms. It would not inflict pain gratuitously, but pleasure. And when it finished entering, Lindsey burst into tears, not from pain, but from humiliation, despair, and the relentless assault of sensations. The restraints disappeared, and Morgana hugged her.
"Why! What did you do to me?!" Lindsey screamed.
Morgana only said: "This will ensure you come back. It will not hurt you, it will only remind you that you are mine." After she calmed down, she fell asleep. When she woke up, her clothes were folded on the bed and the holodeck door was open.
Lindsey opened her eyes. The cold light of the holodeck was no longer blinding, but a cruel reminder. Her restraints had vanished, and a dull, throbbing pain ran through every inch of her body, a symphony of bruises and sensitivity. At the edge of the bed, carefully folded, were the same clothes she had worn that morning. It was a gesture of mockery, a reminder that, despite everything, Morgana had "cared" for her.
The tears, which had once been from fear and despair, were now hot from pure frustration. She sat up with painful slowness. Every muscle protested, her back was a symphony of dull beats. She crawled out of bed and knelt to grab her clothes, each movement an act of will. The garments were cold against her sensitive skin and the rough fabric scraped the bruises on her back and thighs. She dressed clumsily, tears blurring her vision, leaving salty marks on her skin.
When she got up, she staggered. The holodeck door was wide open, a silent invitation to leave. But it was no longer an invitation, it was an order. With a gesture of her fist, Morgana had condemned her to this routine, to this cycle of terror and pleasure. Lindsey leaned against the wall, her breathing ragged. The pain was a constant reminder of her submission, of the way her own body had betrayed her. But as she limped toward the door, a new sensation began to grow within her. It was not just pain or humiliation, it was a cold, corrosive rage. A very great annoyance so deep and profound that it eclipsed the fear. Every step was an act of silent defiance. The whip mark was not just a bruise; it was a brand of ownership that enraged her. The softness of the Guardian was not a gift; it was the strongest chain Morgana had placed on her.
She left the holodeck and the door closed behind her with a final hiss, like a sigh of satisfaction. Lindsey did not look back. Her pain was now a map of her humiliation, and that map charted the path to her liberation. The path of pain was the path of revenge.
But even with her fury burning, she couldn't ignore the strange sensation inside her. The Guardian, that artificial object that now formed a part of her, didn't cause her pain. It was not a physical annoyance. She felt its presence, a subtle weight and a constant warmth that made her feel fuller, more alive in a strange way. From time to time, the device moved, and an electrical shudder ran through her abdomen, causing a pang of pleasure that made her tremble. It was a perfect psychological torture: a reminder that, even in her solitude, Morgana was present, controlling not only her body, but also her deepest sensations.