I woke up several hours later feeling tense and overheated. I'd had an intense and sexual dream; the details were vague, but the sensations had seemed so real. I gasped suddenly, feeling something warm and wet on my nipple. I threw off the covers to look at myself, but I was still wearing my pajamas, and the red bra underneath. Then I felt it again, like a suckling on my tender flesh, and I shivered at the intense jolt of pleasure it sent down between my legs, where I realized I already felt a burning desire that was making my breathing labored and raspy. Then the feelings were on my other breast, moving about the curves of my soft mound and then settling on the nipple. I realized it felt like someone was using his mouth on my breasts, and I moaned out loud, my body jarred by the delicious sensations. Since I'd never let anyone kiss my breasts, I could only guess this was what it felt like, and I couldn't believe Victor's special bra could feel so real.
The kissing, licking and sucking sensations felt so good I decided to try to relax and just enjoy it. I placed my hands behind my back and imagined Victor had tied me up and was kissing my breasts. In just a minute or two, I felt another orgasm coming. My hands came back around to grasp my pillow tightly as I felt the wave building inside me, my breaths coming short and desperate. The wave was building up and almost about to crest when the sensations suddenly stopped. Nothing at all, it was as if my special bra had turned itself off. Desperate to finish the job, I reached down between my legs and began rubbing myself. It didn't feel nearly as good, but it was working, as I felt my orgasm building up again. At the same point, so close to an orgasm, suddenly something changed, and I could no longer feel my fingers through my panties. I tried harder, but it was as if the material had suddenly turned to stone or steel - I could feel only a pressure from my fingers, not enough to feel much pleasure.
Victor's special panties were starting to annoy me. With a frustrated groan, I moved my hand to my belly and slid my fingers inside my panties. Then I cried out and jumped as I felt a shock, in my fingers and my crotch area, a terrible and frightening feeling. The damned thing had shocked me! I didn't dare try that again. Then just as suddenly as they'd stopped, the mouth sensations on my breasts resumed, and I gasped, quickly reminded of how pleasurable the bra was when it was working. Thinking it must have a software bug or something, I let the pleasure build inside me, tensing up again as the wave quickly began building. I stretched out on the bed, clutching my pillow and filled with anticipation as my orgasm approached. And like before, it stopped before I could cum. Now I knew it was intentional, and I was beyond frustrated. I tried touching my breasts, and the same thing happened, I could tease myself close to cumming, but then the material would somehow strengthen and isolate my sensitive flesh from my touches.
At that moment, I noticed my communications device on the bedside table was blinking. I reached over and saw a message. It was from Victor.
Victor: You've been a bad girl.
I stiffened. The message had been sent several hours ago. Had he triggered some strange mode in the panties to punish me? And for what? Then I remembered, that the brochure said he could remote monitor me. He must have seen that I had masturbated myself to three orgasms! Oh god, don't let it be that! I thought. I doubted he was still awake at 1:00 in the morning, but I quickly sent him back a message:
Lana: I'm sorry, I won't do it again!
I wasn't sure admitting guilt was such a good idea, but denying it probably wasn't going to help either. Then I jumped in surprise as a message shot back.
Victor: No, you won't, because it won't let you.
After reading that, I was nervously chewing on a nail. What did he mean by that? Was 'it' the lingerie? It certainly wasn't stopping me from masturbating. My eyes widened in fear. It was stopping me from masturbating myself to orgasm, that's what he meant! I typed furiously.
Lana: Please turn it off, I promise I won't do it again!
Victor: Go back to sleep, you have a big day tomorrow.
After that, there were no more messages, and with the special lingerie dormant, I decided to go back to sleep, since I did have my dance exam in the morning. It took some time to get back to sleep, for I couldn't stop thinking about Victor, monitoring me on his computer, knowing what I was doing. But eventually my eyes started to droop, and the arousal in my body eased enough that I started to nod off. Just as I slipped into unconsciousness, I jumped at the distinct sensation of a finger down on the fleshy part where my inner thigh met my abdomen. It felt so real I had to look to make sure I was alone. Not seeing anyone in my room didn't assuage my nervousness, because it sure felt like someone was there, touching me intimately. The finger sensation was moving, lower, then it trailed up between my shockingly wet petals, and I jerked when it touched my clit. I gasped as the finger began to slowly circle my clit, and my thighs closed tightly, but of course that had no effect on the finger. I rolled onto my belly, pressing my hips into the bed, but that had no effect either, as the finger continued its slow caress of the contours of my womanhood. The sensation was just bearable, until it returned to my clit, and then it became too much for me, making me squirm about, trying to escape the invisible finger. I felt my insides clench again at the powerful rush of pleasure, and then the finger moved off my clit and went back to gently tracing the outline of my puffy, moist opening. That slow back and forth motion felt wonderful, and addictive, and after a minute, I wasn't trying to escape anymore. I craved more, so I used my hand to press down on the outside of my panties. To my shock, the material smoothly gave way, and my fingers went inside me, making me gasp and jerk my hand away in shock.
I remembered the brochure, which mentioned the special material allowing a depth of 20mm. Now I could guess what it meant. Tentatively, I pushed against the red material again, surprised to feel it give easily, allowing my finger to push deeply inside my pussy. In fact, I could barely feel the material, it felt like my finger was directly pushing into my flesh. I decided this was my new favorite feature of Victor's gift, and I pushed my finger as far as it would go, working myself with vigor. I added a second finger, and quickly felt an orgasm building again. I moaned into my pillow, working my fingers faster, bringing the orgasm to a crescendo. Suddenly my fingers would no longer go in, and I pushed on the panties, but they'd turned hard and impervious to touches again.
"No!" I groaned, stuck precariously on the cliff of a shuddering orgasm. It was too cruel! Frantic, I tried to insert my hand under the panties and nearly screamed at the punishing electric shock. "Victor, you . . .!" I moaned in frustration. My fingers were no longer effective, but I could still feel the artificial finger, gently tracing my over-sensitized petals and curves, keeping me aroused but unsatisfied. It was maddening, I thought, as the finger started focusing on my clit, rekindling my heat. I bit my lip, unwilling to fall for it again, but my body was eagerly responding, oblivious to the trap. "Oh god," I moaned, the merciless finger building another orgasm inside me, which I knew was only a tease. Finally, I couldn't resist, sticking my fingers deep inside me. I furiously stroked my fingers deeply and frantically, thinking maybe if I was fast I could beat the system.
"Not again!" I moaned helplessly, panting near exhaustion as I was left high and wet yet again. I squirmed on the bed, pushing different places on my panties, trying anything to move me the short distance I needed, but to no avail. It was smarter than me, I simply couldn't win. I couldn't fathom why Victor wanted to do this to me, but it was the most maddening of punishments imaginable. "Please, no more," I murmured into my pillow as I felt the finger stroking my clit again, restarting the cycle. I reached for my comm device again, typing with trembling fingers.
Lana: Victor, what are you doing to me?
There was no answer - he'd probably gone to sleep. Oh god, what if he left the device in some mode, and it was going to torment me all night like that? I felt the orgasm coming again, and I fought with myself to keep from touching myself, and falling for the trap again. Even though I didn't touch myself, the invisible finger continued without me, driving me closer and closer until I cried out, my body tensing. "Ahhh, no!" I cried, denied again. I felt almost feverish, brought to near climax and back, a pink haze filling my mind. I half thought of going to Victor's house in the middle of the night, but I wasn't sure I could even walk. Nor did I want him to see me in this state. Suddenly my device blinked.
Victor: Naughty girls must be punished.
I groaned, his words somehow making my need stronger. The finger only gave me rest when I was too close to cumming, before it resumed tormenting me. I felt so wet down there I was afraid to touch myself, and I certainly didn't want to be shocked again. As the panties brought me close to orgasm for the fourth time (or was it five?), I tried to think of how to get Victor to stop teasing me. I didn't know what he wanted from me? Sex? If he were in my dorm room right now, what would I do? I shivered involuntarily, unsure if I could resist my charming instructor at that moment, with all that pent-up desire driving me mad. I sucked in a deep breath and typed out a message.
Lana: Victor, if I come over now, will you remove--
I suddenly paused. Did I really want him to remove the lingerie? They'd given me the most intense orgasms of my life! But I wasn't in control, and Victor was showing me how they could be torture as well as pleasure. I wanted a set of my own, not one that Victor had the keys to. I continued the message.
Lana: Victor, if I come over now, will you remove your gift? I think I've had enough.
There, it was a clear no without being rude. I was telling him it was time to stop. He'd have to remove them now.
Victor: I'll decide when you've had enough.
I tensed in alarm. Maybe my message wasn't clear enough. Boys my age were like that, they had trouble understanding no. Maybe men like Victor were the same?
Lana: I want you to remove them now! You have no right to make me wear them.
There -- that ought to scare him into stopping. I held my breath, waiting, wondering, worried he would be disappointed in me, but I had to regain control of the situation. Suddenly I gasped, dropping my device on the bed. Something was inserting itself into my bottom - it was the strangest, most uncomfortable thing I could imagine, and I arched my back, my hands flying to my ass. It felt like a finger, or something, was pushing itself slowly into my anus. I jammed my hands inside my panties to pull it out, and was rewarded with a shock, which not only hit my hands, but seemed to resonate inside whatever was inside my bottom. I fell backwards with a cry of pain, my hips lifting off the bed as if to escape the intrusion. And then just like that, it retreated, leaving me panting and breathless on the bed. Victor's gift had gone from pleasure, to torment, to downright terror. I lay on the bed, every muscle tense, fearful of another intrusion.
Victor: You will speak to me with respect, Miss Torina.
I scrambled with fumbling fingers to type into my device.
Lana: Yes, sir, I'm sorry!
The anal intrusion had erased all thoughts of making him stop. I didn't want to ever experience that again. I'd eagerly show him respect if it meant not getting that artificial finger in my ass.
