Chapter 27 Seeking Relief, Eve
SEEKING RELIEF, EVE
I get in the elevator, and as the doors close, I collapse against the wall as my legs give out completely, and I slide down until I'm sitting on the floor.
Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. What was that?
Dr. Veil had warned me the Venus Lock wouldn’t care what I thought—only what my body felt—and now I understand what she meant by that.
I raise my hand to my chest.
Did Sovereign Rafe really just come all over me?
Of course, he did. I can feel the stickiness against my skin.
I didn’t imagine it.
And I will never forget looking up at him, his enormous grey ridged cock pulsing as he loudly groaned his release over me.
His face expression as he roped the copious amounts of hot, white liquid over my naked breasts.
Paying special attention to rub the tip of his cock against each one of my nipples.
And he didn’t rush. He was controlled and measured.
And now that will live in my mental box of fantasies for the rest of my life.
But who even knew I had this kind of fantasy?
Dr. Veil had warned me that submerged fantasies might appear with the Venus Lock.
I cross my legs as I think about what just happened.
It was so fucking sexy. I just wish it could have ended with him throwing me down and fucking me.
This stupid Venus Lock makes me so horny.
And it doesn’t stop. Right now, I can still feel it pulsing between my legs, like an aftershock from my erotic thoughts.
I close my eyes, but all I see is Sovereign Rafe above me, pumping his enormous dick.
And the Venus Lock pulses again. I’m in agony.
I close my eyes to try to stable myself and I see his enormous penis, trembling as it shoots out all that come.
I shouldn’t have been shocked at how large his penis was. He’s well over seven feet tall.
A giant compared to me.
Even if he wanted to fuck me, I don’t think it would fit. His dick would saw me in two with those ridges. But what did the doctor on the Igo say? My vaginal canal enjoys big dicks. I like to be stretched. Probably not that big, though. I’ve noticed the Sovereigns are tall even among their own kind.
But the worst part is not what he did, and how much I wanted him to do it, but that I knew exactly what I was doing last night, and I knew there would be consequences to my striptease.
I just couldn’t have imagined they would be like this.
Drinking the Sovereigns’ semen at breakfast, and they didn’t even disguise it this morning with juice. And now this.
And I wish it disgusted me. It should, but it doesn’t. Because I know in my heart, I enjoyed it. No, I didn’t just enjoy it. I loved it. I loved being seen by men so powerful. For the first time in my life, I’m really being seen, and despite this hierarchy, I do have some agency.
Don’t I? I could have said, no, at some point, but I didn’t even try. I wanted to see what he was going to do, and Sovereign Rafe didn’t disappoint.
But all of this comes at a price. The throbbing between my legs is almost unbearable.
When I close my eyes, I see is his large grey finger tapping on the Venus Lock’s controls, giving an erotic buzz to my clit.
Oh, how amazing it felt. I wanted to answer every question for him and hear him say in his deep voice, “good” while he watched me squirm.
More beats of arousal rip through my body from the Venus Lock as I grit my teeth and force myself to remain standing in the elevator.
I can’t go back to my desk like this. I press the panel for the medical level with trembling fingers.
The elevator seems to take forever. I bite my lip to keep from making noise as other staff members enter the elevator.
They bow to me, and I wonder if they can smell the Sovereign’s come.
It makes me feel sexy that he marked me.
The medical center is quiet when I arrive. Dr. Veil looks up from her desk, her eyes immediately assessing me. “Eve, what can I do for you?”
“I don’t need the pretense; I know you’re reading my mind. I need something to stop the overwhelming need for release. My clit is literally throbbing in agony.”
She stands, moving around her desk. “Come with me.” She gestures toward a private examination room.
As we walk, another pulse from the device makes me stumble, but Dr. Veil steadies me with a gentle hand on my elbow. “How long since the session with the Sovereign ended?”
“However long it took me to stumble from there to here.”
Once the door to the examination room seals, she activates a privacy field, and the air shimmers briefly around us. “Sovereign Rafe conducted your first training session,” she says. It’s not a question.
“He explained how he was going to use the Venus Lock to help me learn what I was supposed to do for my role.
I don't understand how I'm supposed to endure this for months. Why does he think humans are obsessed with sex? I wanted to tell him that the humans who worked here before me were fools and that I would gladly take the money over this orgasmic torture.”
“It’s a commonly held belief in the galaxy that humans are obsessed with sex above everything else.
” She holds up her hand to silence my retort.
“This is because human technology has been driven by sex. Pornography and all. Humans don’t even try to hide this; anyone passing by Earth can see.
But conveniently, men in the galaxy don’t take into account how far behind humanity is technologically, and that it’s a patriarchal society. ”
“So the cruelty of human men is still following me? Even into the galaxy?”
“Unfortunately. However, looking at your vitals, I wouldn’t say you disliked your first training session.”
I blush. “While it was going on, it felt good, of course.” I don’t bother lying. “I enjoyed answering the questions correctly for Sovereign Rafe. It’s just that now the pain of my never-ending arousal seems unbearable.”
“It’s because the Venus Lock isn't simply a restraint device.
It's biologically integrated into your nervous system. It reads your arousal patterns, your stress responses, and your emotional states and it learns. Each time it’s triggered, it maps your responses more precisely.
Over time, it becomes capable of triggering those responses independently.
The arousal you're feeling isn't just from being denied release from Sovereign Rafe, the device is independently stimulating your neural pathways.”
Horror spreads through me. “It’s changing my mind?”
“No, it’s suggesting behavior that you already possess.
Your body’s reaction was your own, but it’s rewriting the conditioning from your upbringing,” she says this without judgment then moves to a cabinet, retrieving two small vials.
“I can't remove the device, but I can help you manage the symptoms.”
She holds up the first vial. “Hallo root extract. It dampens neural sensitivity without affecting the lock's monitoring systems. The Sovereigns have not forbidden you to use it. Take three drops under your tongue when the sensations become overwhelming.”
I hold out my hand. “Give it to me.” I take the vial, and without too much thought as to what this alien root is, I place three drops of the Hallo extract under my tongue and feel the overwhelming sensations dull to a manageable ache.
Thank God.
The second vial she shows me contains a powder. “This is a meditation enhancer. Mix this with water and drink it before you go to sleep. It will help quiet your mind and reduce the intensity of your dreams.”
“Dreams?”
“The Venus Lock often triggers vivid sexual dreams as part of its conditioning protocol. Dreams where you submit willingly and beg for the controllers’ touch. This powder will help minimize those desires.”
I have no problem submitting to Sovereign Rafe. I find him exciting and sexy. If I could masturbate to completion, I would think about the way he just came all over my breasts and rubbed the come around my nipples with the tip of his penis.
Reading my thoughts again, she replies, “That is as it may be, but you won’t sleep well if your arousal levels are high and your mind, even in sleep, is on a circular loop about submission.
But if it’s any consolation, your body cannot get any closer to maximum arousal without release than it is now. ”
“So you mean it can’t get any more painful than it was a few minutes ago?”
“Exactly. And don’t underestimate Sovereign Lorian.”
“What do you mean? I’m not. He’s the one I’m most afraid of.”
“He’s the opposite of his brother. Where Sovereign Rafe has pulled, he will push.”
When I look at her blankly, she replies, “Push you over the edge if you please him.”
“But I thought…”
“Forget human logic. You’re at the Spire now and under the Sovereigns’ control.”
“But I don’t want to become a mindless human slave.”
“That is the last thing the Sovereigns want from you, Eve. They want your loyalty.”
“I have given them that. I have drunk two Devotional Drinks publicly, bowed, and thanked them for it.”
The doctor tilts her head. “That’s devotion, not loyalty.”
“Jesus,” I say almost as a prayer more than taking the Lord’s name in vain. “I know, but still…”
Dr. Veil gives me a sympathetic look but says nothing more, so I thank her and go.
Later that night, during the Watching, I decide to do some studying to take my mind off of what happened with Rafe, or rather, studying with the hope that I can impress him again, and be orgasmically rewarded. Maybe even to completion.
My Venus Lock pulses slightly when I think about his grey finger over the controls and the look on his face when he said, “Good.”
I cross my legs and try to focus on my screen and the information in front of me.
My rooms are dark except for the pale light from the holographic terminal. The screen shifts as I scroll through pages of galactic law that should be far beyond me—trade statutes, genetic classifications, extradition protocols. But surprisingly, they are not.
My translator hums softly behind my ear, its rhythm syncing with my pulse.
Every word I read folds into meaning before I consciously translate it.
Sentences reorder themselves into patterns of logic that feel obvious once I see them.
It’s like a door in my mind has opened, and I can’t remember when it was ever locked.
I wonder when I return to Earth if I’ll be able to take my translator with me. I imagine all the things I could accomplish and the kind of successes I could achieve if I could understand and process information like this back home.
I let that thought slip away as I start cross-referencing human clauses with Imperial property codes.
The contradictions leap out—paragraphs that cancel one another, legal precedents written centuries apart but never reconciled.
I mark them automatically, as if I’ve done this kind of work my entire life.
A strange exhilaration builds. The longer I study, the faster I think. My fingers move across the console before I realize I’m speaking aloud, whispering arguments I could use against the trainers, or against the IGC itself.
When I pause, the screen flashes a faint sigil:
I blink. My thoughts are too quick to stop. I toggle the notice away.
I receive a message from Sovereign Rafe:
You’ve accessed two restricted databases in one session. That’s advanced even for Reima Two analysts. Impressive.
Oh shit, am I in trouble? Was I not supposed to do that? I reply:
Sorry. I didn’t mean to.
Don’t apologize. I told you the translator was a gift. It reveals what your species is capable of when properly directed.
I stare at the message. Then I sit in the blue glow of the holographic computer, my reflection watching me from the console’s surface.
The woman staring back at me is me, of course, but I swear my eyes look sharper and more intelligent.
I dismiss the computer’s warning and open the archives again and resume my work.
The more I learn, the more I can do for humanity.