Chapter 9 Neural Fire, Lorian
NEURAL FIRE, LORIAN
Once we reach my chambers, Autumn drops to her hands and knees before I can even gesture for her to do so.
But this kind of behavior, once pleasing, no longer satisfies me.
She’s only following a script written by my father.
And I want more from her tonight. I want something from her that my father hasn’t yet discovered.
I bypass the bedroom and enter the bathroom. I check to make sure the servants have prepared my neural bath, and once I’m satisfied I command Autumn, “Position three.”
Immediately she kneels on the stone floor, her back arched, her hands clasped behind her neck, and her thighs spread deliciously wide.
I don’t take my eyes off her as I undress and lower myself into the charged water. It’s not long before I begin to feel the neural enhancers from the bath synchronize with the implants along my spine, heightening every sensation.
Minutes pass silently with only the sound of the water echoing off the bathroom walls. I’m just waiting for her to do something.
Then she does it. She makes a slight adjustment, shifting her weight.
I surge from the water like lightning. “I didn't give you permission to move.”
She freezes, trying to correct her mistake.
“You moved because that's what my father has taught you to do. To make tiny mistakes, so that your surrender will feel more authentic. But I don’t want that.”
Autumn stares straight ahead without any sign that she’s heard me.
I tap the neural interface on the wall to allow me to feel her emotions. And all at once they come flooding into my body through my neural implants. Fear. Arousal. Shame. Confusion. Each one distinct but tangled together with the others.
I trace my fingers down her spine.
She shivers from my touch.
“Your heart is racing, Autumn. You feel that?” I put my wet hand over her heart to feel its vibration.
Goose bumps appear on her skin.
“Your body wants to meet mine like a savage animal, but your mind, not just my father’s training, is holding you back.”
On the outside, she looks composed as always, but I know her emotions are all over the place. Maybe there is more to Autumn than any of us ever realized.
“Look at me,” I command, but when she doesn't respond immediately, I grip her jaw tightly and force her blue eyes up. “I can break you,” I say, watching her pupils dilate. “I've perfected techniques to make women’s souls scream. And tonight, I want to find out if you even have a soul or if you’re nothing but a stupid, mindless human pet.”
Through my neural interface, I feel her genuine terror with a side of… relief.
Relief?
Goddesses. Does Autumn have a soul?
That thought takes me aback, and I have to take a second to steady myself before continuing. “Is there someone real dying to be seen in that delicate body of yours?” I ask, tracing my thumb along her perfect jawline.
“Tell me,” I say, my voice dropping to a whisper as I lean close enough that my lips touch her ear, making her whole body shiver.
“Do you want me to give your body what it's begging for?” My fingers tighten on her jaw, not to hurt her, but to control her.
“The complete annihilation of everything you've been forced to become?”
She trembles in earnest, and I have a feeling this is the first authentic thing she's ever shown me.
“Stand,” I command, releasing her jaw.
She rises on shaky legs, the small gold piercings in her nipples moving with her, catching the chamber's light.
I can’t resist pulling on them just a little as I continue, “You know how beautiful you are on the outside, but I want to see if you have a soul on the inside. Now I will give you one opportunity to say no to this because I may kill you in trying to discover if there is anything more to you than this beautiful body.”
We make eye contact. Blue eyes to silver. I’m waiting for her to speak. To tell me to fuck off. Or to run away.
But she says nothing.
I take this as affirmation and move to another panel in the bathroom. It slides open at my touch. Inside is my private collection of toys, and I choose a neural stimulator.
“This device,” I say, holding it up for her to see, “amplifies sensation through direct neural manipulation. It’s an old Imperial prototype for battlefield empathy.
I’ve repurposed it for truth. The pain you will feel will become exquisite, and the pleasure will become unbearable.
” I activate the device and synchronize it with my own neural implants.
Then I press it against Autumn’s collarbone, just above her heart, as a neutral place to begin.
She swallows hard as neural fire spreads through her system, learning her pathways and preparing her for what comes next.
Like lightning, I suddenly feel what she feels even more than with the previous interface, which now pales in comparison.
I close my eyes and breathe deeply, focusing on the sharp electrical awareness between us.
I feel her consciousness fracturing under the assault of unfamiliar sensations, but underneath all of that, I sense reprieve.
As if she's been waiting thirty years for someone to finally look inside of her.
“Hold still,” I whisper as I move the stimulator down her sternum.
Her breath comes in sharp little pants as I continue the slow journey down her body, the stimulator purring against my palm.
She twitches when it sweeps across the crease of her hip, and through the neural link, I feel arousal ripple through her nervous system like waves of powerful stinging currents.
My cock hardens instantly, painfully, a throbbing settling into my balls as her arousal triggers mine. I kneel between her legs and press her thighs open with my hands. Her scent floods my senses—warm, slick, and human. The stimulator glows softly as I bring it to her clit, and make full contact.
Goddesses, yes.
The primal moan that escapes her lips is also mine. Her spike of pleasure punches through my abdomen. It’s tight and sharp, dragging its heat straight into my cock, and my hips flex involuntarily.
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.
And I'm too 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 of movements, 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.”