I freeze. “What?”
The console brightens, displaying the soft outline of a figure against my bed. “Staff of your rank are entitled to holographic bed companions when they have reached high arousal levels. Your levels are extremely high. Release with a holographic bed companion will stabilize your neural stress and fulfill unmet biological drives.”
Is the machine glitching?“I can’t. I’m still wearing the chastity belt.”
“Correction,” the computer says. “The Venus Lock is configured for partial release. Sovereign Lorian enabled companion protocols. Would you like to select a holographic companion?”
I stagger closer to the bed; my heart is pounding in my ears.Lorian.He did this on purpose. He left the lock open to see what I would do.
The console responds to my proximity,“Companion protocol enabled. Please select a scenario.”
Just because I’m scrolling through the options doesn’t mean I’m going to choose one.Reima Two: Breast Worship. Imperial Male: Romance Subroutine. Lyric Replay.I don’t even want to think about how or why that is there.
Then I see it buriedlike a secret.
No image. No preview. Just the name.
My hand shakes as I reach out. Lorian’s mocking voice still burns in my ears.Only through sin can we see ourselves clearly.
Maybe he released me because he wants to watch me sin. And forgive me, God, if you exist, I want to sin so badly.
I look around my room. It’s dead quiet as it always is, but I know one of the Sovereigns, if not both of them, is watching me right now. Wondering what I am going to do.
The Venus Lock pulses again against my clit, and I make my choice.
I tap on the program.
The room changes instantly. The air thickens, and the lights drop to black gold. Shadows stretch at the edge of the bed. Five tall, faceless figures move toward me, their grey bodies broad, hard, and inhumanly perfect. Their voices are male, but without names. Their cocks are enormous, erect, and ridged across the top.
“Strip, human,” one commands.
My hands obey before my mind can stop them. I slide the tunic off my shoulders, revealing the obscene bra and skimpy underwear Rafe had delivered to my door—bare cups that do nothing to cover me, only frame my nipples so they jut out proudly. I’m naked except for my bra, underwear, andthe Venus Lock, its faint pulse against my pubic bone reminding me of who owns my body.
The holographic shadows close in, faceless heads tilting as they take in the view.
“Look at her,” one growls. “Sovereign Rafe dressed her like a whore. A bra that shows her nipples andunderwear so thin it’s already dripping through.”
Another hologram circles behind me. Fingers tug the straps from my shoulders, then loop them tight around my wrists. “It’s fitting though. The whore will be bound by the clothes her master chose for her. Tell me, human, do you feel owned yet?”
I gasp as my arms are yanked behind my back and my bra is pulled down to be used to tie my wrists. Then, my sodden underwear is aggressively stripped down my thighs in one rough pull, and another shadow lifts the scrap of fabric to my face, smearing it across my lips.
“Open up,” he orders.
I obey, letting my body respond. This isn’t about reality or emotions. This is only about primal physical gratification. None of this is real. But the real taste of myself floods my tongue as a hologram stuffs the soaked fabric of my underwear into my mouth.
“She’s gagged on her own filth,” one laughs. “Exactly where she belongs.”
Hands spread me wide, and another voice rasps low against my ear. “You thought the Venus Lock would protect you? Not in Ghost Mode. It won’t stop our holographic cocks from stretching your wet cunt until you forget your own name.”
The hum of the Venus Lock changes. It’s no longer a restraint but an eager vibration syncing with their words, and I remember what the doctor said about it conforming to my neural pathways. If Lorian wanted to see me sin, well, here it is. This is it. He didn’t plant this fantasy in my mind; I did. But knowing he and his brother are watching almost makes this even more erotic. And my body arches, aching for the invasion promised by these faceless shadows.
Another steps hologram forward. His voice is low and sharp. “On your knees, human.”
I sink. Slowly.
“Spread your thighs. Low. Lower.” He puts his hands on my shoulders and pushes me down so I can feel my pubic lips touching the floor. “Good girl.”
The praise hits me harder than it should, and I realize it’s been pulled from my mind. Neither Lorian nor Rafe would ever call me that.
