Equality of outcum

It was a lazy Sunday afternoon. Elke was enjoying her downtime. Lounging around the house in pyjamas. Sleeping till late in the afternoon. Binge-watching soap operas in bed. This was heaven. A little safe cocoon away from all the hustle and bustle. 

Lying in bed, eating popcorn, and watching a foreign soap opera with subtitles she suddenly realised that she was becoming aroused. Come to think about it, she was aware of the arousal for some time, like waking up from a dream, but kept brushing the thoughts aside. There is nothing arousing about her current circumstances at all. Still, given her current lifestyle, she spends most of the week in a heightened state of arousal, teetering on the brink of orgasm multiple times before finally earning a release. Being moderately aroused most of the time has become natural. But Sunday was usually just a rest day. A reset. Time to catch up on sleep. 

Finally, she could ignore it no longer. She was definitely becoming more aroused. She could feel an orgasm building. She forced her mind to focus on her TV. Tried to pay attention but her body seemed to be on autopilot. In frustration, she jumped into a cold shower. The shock calmed her body down but also woke her up completely from her cosy, day-long half-slumber. Annoyed, she tried not to let this spoil her day and get back into her happy space. Mere minutes later she was again aware of a tide of arousal rising through her loins. This time the peak was building fast. Even though this was her “off” day she still wasn’t allowed to cum. She could not afford any more penalties for unsanctioned release. The staff could always tell. And now, with the sensors implanted during her operation, live telemetry of her heart rate, body temperature and breathing and even the amount of the hormones in her bloodstream was constantly being transmitted to a dashboard visible to the whole company. There was enough data for an AI system to be trained to know exactly how close she was to cumming. 

Try as she might she could not keep control. Her whole body was on fire. Her skin tingled as waves of pleasure ran like electricity up and down her body. Goosebumps raised along her thighs and arms. Her core pulsed and contracted rhythmically as she dry-humped the air. Her mind kept drifting to erotic fantasies. The room reeked of sexual arousal. When her pussy started contracting like she was trying to milk an invisible cock it took all her willpower not to touch herself. This time she had to rush to the shower and make the water extra cold. Something was wrong. It had to be Dave. He must’ve put some kind of trigger in her subconscious. Dave was always trying to hypnotise her into gaining humiliating habits or compulsions but almost tragically and comically failed to have any success. Still trying to perfect his craft he tried various techniques on her but ultimately you cannot hypnotise someone into doing something they weren’t inclined to do in the first place. He even went as far as periodically taking FMRI scans of her brain. Trying in vain to spot some physical proof of progress in her neurons based on his conditioning. This time though, he must have succeeded. This was not fair. Still shivering from the cold shower she picked up her phone and called Dave on the company messaging app. Trying to calm her heart rate and compose her breathing she was getting ready to have a full-throated screaming contest with Dave. 

“What is it slut”? Angie's voice. Thrown off balance she stared at her phone. In her haste, she clicked on a chat with Dave’s picture on it but failed to notice it was the executive group chat. She phoned the entire committee!  

“Hi Angie”, she stammered. “I was actually just looking for Dave. I think one of his pranks might have just worked this time. I need some help”.

“What seems to be the problem”. There was no point trying to hide anything from Angie. Always revelling in Elke’s humiliations she seemed to have a sixth sense for detecting any subterfuge. Elke reluctantly recounted the events of the afternoon. While she was explaining Charlie also joined the call. Humiliation heaped on humiliation and she was getting aggressively aroused again. No sign of Dave.

“Wait, when did this start exactly”? Charlie said with sudden alarm. Elke was frustrated and desperate. She didn’t have time to make small talk with Charlie about technology. She needed to find Dave quickly. “About 14:30,” she said. “Why? Do you know where Dave is?”

“It cannot be a coincidence”. 

“What cannot be a coincidence, Charlie”.

“14:30 on Sunday is when we run our weekly software upgrades. Hold on, let me check something”. Elke rolled her eyes. Just like Charlie to get tunnel vision at a time like this. She really did not have time for this.

“Oh my god”. Charlie exclaims. “This wasn’t supposed to go out this week”. 

“Ok Charlie, you deal with that. Angie, can you help me find Dave pleeeaase”. Elke's voice betrayed the intense sensation coursing through her body. Her breathing was ragged. She was hurtling into the most intense orgasm ever. Her pussy spasmed. She ran away to the shower again. This time it took a long time for her to calm down sufficiently.

Getting back to the conference call she heard Charlie and Angie in animated conversation. “I found your problem Elke”. 

“You found Dave” Elke managed to get out through clattering teeth. She was shivering uncontrollably frozen to the core.

 “No, Dave’s hypnotism is just as impotent as ever. Your software unexpectedly went live this weekend. We were supposed to calibrate it during the week but someone misconfigured the update time and everything went out automatically.”

“My software”? What on earth was he talking about?

“Err yes. Remember the implanted electronics?”

“The sensors, the smart chips?” Elke enquired. “They’ve been working for weeks ever since the operation”.

“Well actually, there were quite a few more experiments installed. You remember you gave them free reign. You got the whole package”

That wasn’t entirely fair. The consent forms just happened to be signed when Elke was very close to getting permission to cum. A whole week's worth of sexual frustration was about to be over. She knew she was going to fuck the wearable electronics team right after the meeting and finally be granted some sweet, sweet release. She would’ve signed anything at that point. Quivering in anticipation she just scrolled her name on all the dotted lines, completely oblivious to the pages of text swimming in front of her eyes. She was more conscious of how sexy she looked, bending over the table, and showing ample cleavage to the guys on the other side. Flirting like a bimbo in a bad porn movie. Jiggling her boobs, liking her lips suggestively, smouldering eyes. She wanted them, and they knew it. The sexual tension in the room was charged like the air before a tropical thunderstorm. Thunder and lightning indeed followed. Elke longingly remembered that afternoon. However, it would’ve probably been a good idea to pay more attention to the (not-so-fine) print.     

“Now these updates usually run over the weekend. They run a full set of tests automatically to ensure everything works. Unfortunately, your software had to be calibrated manually in person first. So the program has been stuck waiting for manual input.” Charlie continued. 

“Manual input!”. Elke shouted. “Stop it. Input it, just click yes.” Already the tension was building again.

“I need a number, Elke.” 

“A number?” 

“Yes. On a scale from 0 to 10, where 0 is not aroused at all, to 10: actively cumming, how aroused are you right now.” 

“What? Are you serious?”

“The system is trying to calibrate an algorithm for controlling your arousal levels. Given that we have not been responding it has been pushing all the parameters higher and higher to get a response.”

Elke has barely stopped shivering but even with the shock of a cold shower the fires of lust were not tamed. She was already getting aroused again in record time. “8. Put an 8.” 

“You sure?” 

“Yes, dammit just make it stop!”

“I am afraid the test is going to try and calibrate the entire scale. Tell me when you are at 9.”

Elke couldn’t believe her ears. This indomitable software was going to play her like an instrument and demanded to be tuned. She was going to be pushed right to the limit? “9. I am at nine.” “Already?”. “Yes already.” “That implies you are ready to cum right now”. “Charlieeeeeeeeee. Stop it. Stop it noooowww”. 

This was no porn star fake orgasm. This was pure desperation. There was no mistaking the breathless halting screams from Elke. She was down on her knees in the middle of her bedroom. She had no more fight left in her. The cold shower was too far away and the extra humiliation of what was happening to her pushed her mind over the limit. She was going to let it happen. To hell with the consequences. All that mattered was the here and now. All that mattered was release. She was lost in a torrent of sensation. Mind completely unmoored. She was just going to relax and let it happen. Her hand was already on her clit. The other is on a nipple. She didn’t care that her sounds were still being broadcast on a conference call. It felt like she was on the edge for an eternity. Waiting for the inevitable fall. She pushed her hand inside herself. Stimulating her G-spot. Her mind was racing ahead. She rode her hand like a cowboy on a wild horse. 

Slowly she regained her senses. She was still going through the motions. Bucking and riding like a bitch in heat. But she felt suddenly strange and self-conscious. Like someone being caught singing to herself and suddenly realising they attracted an audience. She felt suddenly intensely self-aware and alert. Gone were the brain fog and heedless drunken energy. Gone was the sexual energy. She felt her hands pressure her erogenous zones but there was no stimulation. Just a platonic touch. Almost like it wasn’t her own hands. Like a massage. She felt awkward. Like she was caught masturbating. Which was in fact she was doing but the the whole experience felt like she had just woken from a dream. 

“Elke, you still with us?”. 

Cough. “Yes still here?” 

“You ok?” 

“Yes, I am ok. Better now”. 

“Did you cum.” 

“No, all under control.” 

“Good girl”. Good girl? Good girl! The cheek of the man! How dare he. "What level are you now?” 

“Level?”. 

“Yes for the calibration”. 

“Oh. Yes. Average I guess”. “So, 5?” “Yes, say 5”.

Elke mentally examined her body. Mentally, frustrated about the release that didn’t come. Still out of breath and hot. Still very wet. But definitely not aroused anymore. The moment was truly lost. A ruined orgasm one might say. Not the blissful rush of endorphins after a good orgasm. More an unsatisfied lust. In frustration, she tried to get herself worked up again. She already made peace with the consequences. To no avail. Angrily she just started smacking her pussy with her hand. Hard. She needed the heat back. She needed the pain. There was no sensation at all. Her pussy was disconnected. Her hand hurt. But her pussy was oblivious to the impact. 

“How bout now?” 

“4 I guess.” Her arousal was definitely on the way down. 

“Good, good. This corroborates the data”

“Data. What do you mean Charlie?"

“The system has been monitoring various signals from your implants since you left the hospital. It slowly built up a model of your levels of arousal over time. It is now trying to figure out the corresponding feedback to various actuators to produce the desired levels on demand.”

Good heavens. What have they done to her? Her own body was now under the control of a piece of software. 

“How is this possible?”

“The electronics implanted in you can stimulate electronic signals to your nervous system. A bit like a TENS unit. Some frequencies can cancel out all feelings.  Others can cause intense sensation or even pain. There are implants in all your erogenous zones, your spine, like an epidural, and some of your core muscle groups. There are also special glands implanted with your breast tissue. These range from boosters of your natural hormone glands, dopamine, adrenaline, oestrogen, growth hormones and so forth, to some esoteric glands that produce strong aphrodisiacs and mild narcotic stimulants. Finally, there are some very special nanofibers growing in the blood vessels in your brain. Frankly, I have no idea what these do.”

Elke was stunned at the extent of the changes to her body. Somehow she just viewed the entire thing as a boob and lip job. Many women get those. Many even more extreme than hers. The grim reality of the situation is slowly growing on her. But the afternoon was only getting started.

The calibration process continued. Charlie stayed on the call to help. Her arousal went all the way to 0. And then started climbing again, agonisingly back to 9 leaving her a sweaty, slobbering mess. Back to zero. Back to 9 again. Finally, the software was satisfied. When she was finally back to 0, exhausted and drained, Charlie helped her improvise the set-up for the next experiment. 

Together they set up a series of cameras in her kitchen and living room. Every phone, laptop, tablet computer, and webcam including her house security cameras were logged on to the system. They cleared an area to create a virtual space. Much like playing a virtual reality video game. Charlie guided her to the middle of the living room before he got called out for some emergency. The next bit he said, looked quite straightforward and self-explanatory. Leaving her to deal with the next test unaided and a promise to check in as soon as possible, he disconnected from the call.  

Standing in the middle of the room, conscious of all the cameras looking at her, she felt a mild buzz in her left nipple. Slowly it intensified until it became uncomfortable. Like a mild sting. Instinctively she turned her body slightly left. Immediately the buzzing stopped. The moment she straightened up it started again. Self-explanatory indeed. Slowly she performed a slow 360-degree turn following the buzz in her left nipple. The game was all too obvious. Move too fast, she got a slight buzz in her right nipple. Move too slowly and the buzzing got more and more intense. The left turn was soon followed by a right. Then a faster turn. Then a slower one. Then 180 to the left followed by 90 degrees right. Just as she was starting to get bored responding automatically to ever shorter turns she was suddenly startled by a jolt in her arse. With a yelp, she jumped forward. Goodness! 

Elke’s mind tried to come to terms with this fresh predicament. Coming out of hospital she was initially well medicated. As sensation returned she remembered feeling aches in her arse pussy and arse but wrote it off as a pleasant memory from her going away party. A self-organised gang bang she organised to make sure she got to cum before she went to hospital. Things got a bit out of hand and she lost the final vestiges of her virginity. Now she realised the truth was more insidious than that. 

The new software guided her through her own living room and kitchen. Propelled forward by her arse if she slowed down and braked by an unpleasant signal in her pussy to slow her down if she was going too fast. Matching her movements through the various cameras as she trudged naked up and down her own kitchen and living room the software guided her by her nipples, arse and pussy through an imaginary maze. It never occurred to her to dress after her multiple showers earlier in the day and once the program started the software didn’t let her veer off the chosen path. Now several more hours of humiliating naked footage of her was being recorded for posterity. The software got gradually more sophisticated. The imaginary mazes got more elaborate and the pace increased. Soon she was covered in sweat. She was totally focused on following the instructions by the feelings in her body. Then suddenly there was a pause. She was guided back to the middle of the room. Grateful for the chance to rest and relax for a second. Suddenly there was a new sensation.

Both nipples tensed up and elongated as if pulled by invisible fingers. Startled Elke leaned back, unsure of what to do. Twisting her body left and right had no effect. She knew she had to figure out what this meant quickly. Past experience showed that if she didn’t respond the way the software expected her to, the signal strength would be boosted. The invisible fingers gripped tighter and harder. Almost as if trying to pull her by the nipples. She took a tentative step forward. Her forward movement was halted by the now familiar jolt to the cunt. Not knowing what to do and startled by the shock she instinctively jumped. There was a definite moment of respite. She stood on her toes. The feeling subsided. Relaxing her calves and immediately the feeling returned. Ah. The software added a third dimension. This was the signal for up. Doing calve raises as the software calibrated the up and down movement Elke started to tire. So conditioned was she not to touch the company assets at work she did not even consider to lift her tits with her hands. Calves burning she moved her hands towards her boobs to lift them. However, as her hands started to get close a painful sensation emanated deep within her breasts. The feeling was directly proportional to the distance between her hands and breasts. As her hands drew nearer the feeling intensified. The message was unmistakable, company assets were now unavailable even at home. Up and down, up and down. Calves burning. A new worrying phenomenon emerged. Standing on her tiptoes the invisible fingers kept pulling higher. This was clearly not just about how high she was stretching out her legs. The software was interested in the height of her nipples. She had to arch her back and raise her nipples as high in the air as she could. Hands clearly meant to be well away from the aching nipples they floundered uselessly by her sides. She was suddenly afraid. What if the software didn’t recognize the correct height from the cameras? What if it kept pushing her higher? What if there was a glitch? Mercifully the test ended abruptly. Breathing hard, heart pounding, Elke focussed intensely on her body. Alert for any new surprises. 

Again the nipples. But different. The pulling sensation clearly changed. It wasn’t hard to guess. What goes up must come down. Bending her knees, down into a low squat. And so the software progressed. She learned how to recognize the signals for squatting, bending over with knees straight (nipples pulled down pussy and ass signals indicating the correct crotch height), twisting the body left and right and keeping the legs still, going down to all fours. As a final flourish, she was coached into doing star jumps, raising her giant melons as high in the air as she could, going down to plank, landing hard on her fuck melons and doing a push up to start the movement again.

When Charlie joined the call again Elke was demurely crawling around her flat on hands and knees. Over the last hour, the software guided her through an invisible maize by her nipples, udders swinging under her chest. Every so often she had to scale invisible obstacles, jump a hop-scotch course and then return to hands and knees for a turn through the kitchen. In her living room, she had to lower her arms, dragging her nipples over the rug in front of the sofa, then leopard crawling under her coffee table and then back along the course. The software seemed to be able to sense how much weight she was putting on her nipples as she traversed the rug. By this point, her nipples were burning.

“Charlie, where were you! Please tell me we are done”.

“Hi Elke. Looks like I made it back just in time. The next bit might be a bit less straightforward”.

“There is more! What more!”

“There is a note here. Advanced, movement and posture. I think you will need some instruction for the next part.”

For the next hour, Charlie helped her through the new program. There were different walks, crawls and poses to master. She learned the difference between high-stepping, normal walks and sexy walks. Walking as if in excessively high heels, exaggeratingly swinging her hips, one foot placed exactly in front of the other as if trying to rub her thighs together. Her back arched and her chest lifted high, swinging her boobs from side to side like a wanton whore. Merely crawling was not sufficient. She had to crawl sexily, sticking her ass out high, arching her back and swivelling her spine. 

Finally, after what seemed to be a marathon session, the software update was completed. Charlie proudly allowed her to be the first to download the newly released app to her phone. The app was simply called Elke. The main page was a naked 3D image of Elke showing off her body in minute detail. Like an electronic Voodoo doll the image could be rotated and viewed from any angle and the location of all the electronics in her body were indicated with thin lines connecting to text labels. She was stunned. There were 100’s of sensors, actuators, vibrators, dispensers, printers, generators, capacitors, magnets, stepper motors and computers covering nearly every conceivable point in her body. During the posture session with Charlie she already discovered that there were micro electronics in some major muscle groups like her calves, glutes, shoulders but seeing the full extent of the changes was overwhelming. More worryingly there was a timeline of “features” with release dates in the future. It seems nearly every weekend some new sensors would be coming on line. Particularly worrying was the “macro haptic feedback” feature that was going to go live the following morning.  

It was only after saying good night to Angie and Charlie and collapsing into bed that Elke realised she had another problem. Her udders, not having been milked since early morning felt uncomfortably, painfully full and swollen. Elke got used to milk leaking out constantly from her nipples over the last few weeks. With all the distractions today she failed to notice that she was blissfully dry and free from sticky, dried milk. Deprived of the automatic pressure relief her breasts felt like they were filled to bursting. On weekends Elke was allowed to apply the industrial milking machine herself. She secretly loved the feeling of relief when her udders got drained and she loved to feel the milking machine massaging and sucking her nipples. The regular high-vacuum suction sessions made her nipples long thick, and very sensitive. Applying the machine today posed an extra challenge. The software that repelled her hands and tits was still active. She had to apply the suction cups by keeping her hands as far away from her breasts as she could manage, resulting in multiple failed attempts to get them properly applied. Finally, they were seated correctly and the machine started enthusiastically pulling her nipples deep into the pipes. Her breasts, at this point well conditioned to this treatment let down more milk as she relaxed, anticipating the release. Her breasts expanded visibly from the surge of fluid.  But no milk escaped! 

Charlie was nowhere to be found having finally logged off after a long weekend of work. A notification pinged on her phone. It was the Elke app. Red dots were overlaid on the nipples of the little voodoo doll with little error icons. Clicking on them opened an error message screen with the message: “Insufficient privileges for milking. Please contact the administrator”. Elke grew cold as she suddenly realised the problem. For every milking Elke had to log a service request through the company's service request software and get it signed off by all the “stakeholders” in the “assets”. During the week this was enforced by a physical ritual but on weekends nobody would’ve noticed if she milked without permission. Thus she stopped filling in the weekend milking requests and no one noticed. But now the indomitable software program could somehow physically constrict the muscles in the nipples preventing any release. There were more layers to the Elke app. Between all the links of pictures and videos tracking in pornographic detail all of her sexual exploits were integrations to the service platform, chat clients, health records. Everything a girl needs, she thought sarcastically. There she raised a milking request. It required five signatures in the process. With the sigh she started calling the first person on the list.