Autumn whimpers shamelessly. Her hips lift to meet the pulse. She’s clenching her cunt tight, over and over again, desperate to capture anything phallic and pull it inside her drenched vagina, but there’s only air.
Through the feedback, my cock throbs like it's buried inside of her instead of swinging in the air against nothing, and my pre-come is leaking onto the stone floor like a wounded appendage.
She moans again, louder this time, and her pleasure hits me in my lower body. Her thighs begin to tremble, and her whole body tenses as she tries to hold herself completely still in an attempt to ride this pleasure out for as long as possible. Through the erotic haze, I realize she’s too close to coming.
AndI'mtoo close.
In the last second before our release, I use all my willpower to yank the device away.
Her scream of frustration echoes off the bathroom walls.
I groan myself. The ache in my cock is agony. My balls draw up tight. The denied pleasure turns sharply into a punishing pain which I welcome. I meet her eyes.
She’s breathing hard, trying to calm herself.
I find my voice. It’s low and raspy. “This is what breaking feels like. The complete surrender of your own body's responses shared with another to witness it.”
I activate the stimulator again and press it to her lower abdomen. Then I move it up her body, circling her breasts and pressing it over her hard nipples. The golden rings vibrate in rhythm with the device’s fast pulses, and when I can’t take the teasing anymore, I move the stimulator down and circle her clit again and then make a pass over it, holding it steady even though I know her body has bypassed pleasure for pain now because I can feel it too. It’s exquisite.
Her spine arches violently, and she bites down on her lip to muffle a cry, but she bites down too hard. Red blood beads on her lips as her body writhes uncontrollably and liquid jets from between her legs. She makes a puddle on the floor in a gush ofmovements, as if she’s expelling her physical self.
I hold the stimulator in place, pushing her body to the brink.
She opens her mouth, but no sound comes out.
“You see, pain and pleasure are the same language when written correctly into the flesh and, when used like this, they are the formula to expose the soul,” I breathe out. My own hips are rocking forward now, my cock painfully hard and aching. I move the stimulator up between her breasts.
The sound she makes is one of both relief and unmet erotic desire.
It’s enough for me to bring the stimulator down again, sliding it between her drenched furry folds and directly over the source of that wet heat to drive her to the edge of sanity. The device locks onto her clit with perfect precision, and she convulses again the moment it connects; her hips bucking wildly as her cunt begins searching for a cock again.
My hand is clenched around the stimulator like a lifeline to this madness as we convulse together through wave after wave of erotic torment rolling over both of us.
“That's a good human,” I say, increasing the neural feedback, pushing both of our bodies past the limit.
“You feel that?” I ask, not really knowing if I’m even saying the words out loud. “That's your mind learning what your body has always known. That you're nothing but sensation and response. That consciousness is just an illusion we allow you to maintain.” I am purposely pushing her. “You’re just a mindless pet, Autumn.”
Her eyes meet mine, and there it is—what I’ve been waiting for.
Anger.
Pure, human anger. Not submission or gratitude. Just rage. She hates what I’ve said.
Good.
She tries to twist away, but I grab her by the hips and hold her steady, hard enough to bruise. “We're not done here.”
I search her eyes. Those blue human eyes are so full of things alien to me: doubt, fear, and submission. “Speak, pet.”
“Would it really matter to you?” she whispers. “If I had a soul or not?”
Neither of us speak as if we are waiting for someone else to answer in the silence.
Then, when it feels as if the galaxy has stopped in the moment between us, I pull her naked body against mine as I say, “Yes, a soul changes everything. A soul means humans aren't just animals to be owned. A soul means choice. Consequence. It means making humans into pets isn't just cruelty; it’s blasphemy.”
She struggles to breathe for a second as she begins to understand the gravity of what I’m saying.Of what I'm offering. Not freedom exactly. She’s not mine to free, but something more dangerous. Recognition.
“And if I don't have a soul?”
