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The change was instantaneous and overwhelming. The pleasure that had been building to a crescendo suddenly diminished, leaving behind a tingling sensation that pulsed through my cunny. It was as if someone had turned down the volume on my arousal, leaving me teetering on the edge of release but unable to fall over.

I let out a sob, my hips bucking desperately against my own hand as I sought the peak that now seemed frustratingly out of reach. “Please,” I whimpered, hardly knowing what I was begging for.

“Exactly, Mr. Gamma,” Dr. Ashcroft praised. “Her body is beginning to get used to the sensation. Try reducing the stimulation further.”

Gamma made another adjustment, his fingers dancing across the holographic interface with surprising delicacy given their size. This time, I felt the pleasure recede entirely, leaving behind an emptiness that made me want to weep. The tingling sensation in my cunny faded to nothing, as if someone had flipped a switch and turned off my ability to feel pleasure altogether.

CHAPTER 21

Tessara

I let out a broken sob, my hand falling away from my aching cunny as I realized the futility of my efforts. No matter how I touched myself now, there would be no release, no satisfaction. The governor had rendered me utterly dependent on Gamma’s will for my pleasure.

“As you can see,” Dr. Ashcroft said, his voice seeming to come from far away, “with her governor installed, Miss Tessara must look to you to permit her to satisfy her sexual needs.”

I lay there, panting and frustrated, as Dr. Ashcroft continued his clinical explanation of the governor’s functions. My cheeks burned with shame as I listened to him discuss my most intimate responses as if I were merely an object to be controlled and studied.

“Now, Mr. Gamma,” the doctor said, gesturing to the holographic display hovering above Gamma’s handheld, “I’m sure you’ve noticed the numerical scale along the side of the interface, and you’re clearly experienced at employing thedevice. I’ll just go over it for Miss Tessara’s benefit, so she understands how you’ll impose your preferences on her body. As you know, it ranges from zero to ten, allowing for precise control of Miss Tessara’s arousal and orgasmic capacity.”

I felt my face grow even hotter as Dr. Ashcroft delved into the specifics of how Gamma could manipulate my pleasure. The casual way he spoke of my intimate anatomy made me want to sink into the bed and disappear.

“When the governor is set to five or below,” Dr. Ashcroft explained, his tone matter-of-fact, “it will prevent Miss Tessara from reaching climax, no matter how aroused she becomes or how vigorously she’s stimulated.”

My eyes widened. The idea that Gamma could keep me perpetually on the edge of release, desperate and needy but unable to find satisfaction, sent mingled fear and excitement coursing through me.

“At six,” the doctor continued, “she will be able to achieve orgasm, but only with significant effort. If she attempts to masturbate to completion at this level, she’s likely to rub her vulva raw before she manages to climax.”

I squirmed uncomfortably, acutely aware of the slickness between my thighs and the lingering ache of arousal in my core. The clinical description of my potential frustration made me clench involuntarily, my body reacting to the mere suggestion of such exquisite torment.

“Ten,” Dr. Ashcroft said, tapping the top of the scale on the holographic display, “represents Miss Tessara’s full, natural level of arousal and sensitivity. At this setting, especially just after you’ve turned her governor down for even a small periodof time, she will be highly responsive to even the lightest touch.” He turned to me. “Miss Tessara, please put your hands at your sides. In a moment, you will want to continue masturbating. Remember that you may not do so without permission.”

When I had obeyed, my eyes wide, the doctor nodded to Gamma.

“Go ahead, Mr. Gamma.”

I watched my huge, handsome new master adjust the controls. Suddenly, every nerve ending in my body seemed to come alive. The soft sheets beneath me felt like silk against my hypersensitive skin. The cool air of the room brushing against my hardened nipples made me gasp. Even the imaginary weight of Gamma’s gaze on my naked form sent shivers of pleasure rippling through me.

“As you can see,” Dr. Ashcroft observed, noting my reaction, “Miss Tessara is extremely responsive. This level of sensitivity can be quite overwhelming if maintained for extended periods. Just consider that without a governor, a sensually inclined woman like Miss Tessara feels this sort of arousal all the time.”

I writhed on the bed, overcome by returned sensation. Every movement, every breath, seemed to stoke the fire building within me. I could feel my pulse throbbing in my clit, my cunny clenching rhythmically around nothing. It was maddening, this heightened state of arousal, and I could hardly believe it only represented what I had felt normally until only a few minutes ago.

I couldn’t help myself. As Dr. Ashcroft continued his clinical explanation of the governor’s functions, my hand crept back between my thighs of its own accord. My fingers found my terribly sensitive private lips, still swollen and sensitive fromGamma’s earlier attentions. I bit my lip hard, trying to stifle the moan that threatened to escape as I began to stroke myself.

I tried to make the room around me fade away as I focused on the exquisite sensations radiating from my cunny. Every movement of my body compounded the pleasure and the need. Each subtle shift of a limb sent a new pulse of pleasure through my body.

I let my eyes drift closed, losing myself in the rhythm of my own fingers. The wet sounds of my arousal seemed impossibly loud to my ears, and I prayed that the men wouldn’t notice. My hips began to move of their own accord, rising to meet each stroke of my fingers.

As I worked myself toward what I hoped would be a mind-shattering climax, I became aware of the subtle scents filling the air around me. The musky aroma of Gamma’s alien skin lingered, mingling with the clean, clinical smell of the doctor’s sterile instruments. Beneath it all was the unmistakable scent of sex—my own arousal and the lingering traces of Gamma’s release inside me.

The combination of sensory inputs intoxicated me. I felt my inner walls begin to flutter, the telltale tightening in my lower belly signaling my approaching orgasm. My movements became more frantic, my breathing ragged as I chased my release.

Just as I teetered on the edge of bliss, Dr. Ashcroft’s voice cut through my haze of arousal. “As you can see, Mr. Gamma, your new concubine Tessara is extremely responsive.”

My eyes flew open in shock and mortification. Both men were looking directly at me, their gazes intense as they took in my flushed skin and the obvious movement of my hand between mythighs. I froze, caught in the act of pleasuring myself without permission.

Dr. Ashcroft continued as if nothing were amiss, his tone remaining clinically detached. “Given her high level of sensitivity and obvious proclivity for sexual stimulation, I would recommend keeping her governor set to level five most of the time. This will help teach her her place and reinforce her dependence on you for sexual gratification.”

I let out a whimper, unable to stifle the sound as the two men discussed my fate so casually. My hand stilled between my thighs, but I couldn’t bring myself to withdraw it completely. The ache of unfulfilled desire pulsed through me, making it hard to focus on anything else.

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