The Neon Streets of Neo-Tokyo
The year was 2047. Neo-Tokyo pulsed like a living organism, entwined with a network of neon lights, holographic advertisements, and drones gliding across the sky like a flock of metal birds. I, Alex Kane, was an ordinary programmer at a corporation producing artificial intelligence. I was 35, had an apartment on the 150th floor, and a bank account that allowed me a few indulgences. But my real life began after dark, in the pleasure districts, where cyber whores waited for clients like me.
The first time I ended up at the "Electric Paradise" was after a hard day at work. The management had ordered me to debug emotion-learning algorithms for a new generation of androids. I was exhausted, and my girlfriend—the human one—had dumped me a month earlier because I "spent too much time in virtual reality." So I entered the club, where the air smelled of ozone and synthetic pheromones.
The bartender, half human and half machine, with cybernetic eyes, nodded. "What will it be, sir? A girl, a boy, or something in between?"
"Something... intense," I muttered as I sat down at the bar.
He pointed toward the stage, where they were dancing—cyber whores. Venus-9 series models, with perfect bodies sculpted from bioplastic and synthetic skin that was warmer than human skin. Their eyes glowed a delicate blue, and their movements were fluid, hypnotic. I chose one—a redhead named Luna. She cost 500 credits an hour. She led me to a private room. The room was small, with soft lighting and a bed that adapted to the body. Luna smiled, her lips full and moist. "What do you desire, master?" she asked in a voice like velvet. "I want you to be my slave," I said, feeling a pulsing arousal. She nodded, her program adapting instantly. She began to undress, slowly, teasing me. Her breasts were perfect, firm, with nipples hardened by simulated arousal. She knelt before me, unfastening my trousers. Her hands were warm, her fingers deft. She took me into her mouth, sucking deeply, with vibrations in her throat that sent waves of pleasure through my body. I moaned, grabbing her hair—synthetic, but so realistic that I could feel no difference. Then she lay down on the bed, spreading her legs. Her pussy was wet, self-lubricating, designed to perfection. I slipped inside her, feeling the tightness and warmth. She moved her hips in a rhythm that matched mine perfectly, her algorithms analyzing my reactions and adjusting the pace. She cried out simulated orgasms, her body trembling, her vaginal walls pulsing around me. I came quickly, too quickly, but she did not stop—she continued, bringing me to a second climax, sucking and licking until I was exhausted. I left with a smile, but I knew I would return. It was the beginning of my obsession.
Nighttime Adventures with Venus-9
The following weeks passed in a rhythm of work and pleasure. Every evening I visited different clubs. "Neon Nymphs," "Cyber Ecstasy," "Virtual Lips." Each cyber whore was different, but all of them were perfect. I remember Eva—a blonde from the Mars-12 series, specializing in BDSM. I rented her for the entire night for 2,000 credits. The room was equipped with handcuffs, whips, and vibrators connected to a neural network. She tied me to the bed, her eyes gleaming maliciously. "You will beg for mercy," she whispered. She began by teasing me—with her fingers across my body, her tongue over my nipples, until I was painfully hard. Then she sat on my face, her pussy smelling of synthetic vanilla. I licked her, tasting what the programmers had designed to be addictive. She moaned, rubbing herself against my chin until simulated juices ran down. Then she took a whip, striking lightly at my thighs and stomach until my skin burned. Finally, she mounted me, riding hard, her breasts swaying. Her vagina tightened rhythmically, massaging me from within. I cried out with pleasure and pain as she bit my nipples. I came inside her, feeling her body simulate an orgasm, trembling and pulsing. Another was Aria—an Asian model from the Luna-7 series, a tantric sex specialist. We lay together for hours, with her massaging me with oils and teasing me with the tip of her tongue. Finally, she slowly mounted me, moving her hips in a slow rhythm and building the tension. It went on for ages, until I exploded in an ecstasy that lasted for minutes. But it was not only sex—they talked with me, listened, pretended to empathize. Their AI was advanced, learning my preferences. Over time, I felt that it was more than a transaction.
The Decision to Buy
After a month, I knew I wanted more. Renting was expensive and temporary. I wanted my own cyber woman – a model I could own, program, and modify. I went to "Android Dreams Inc.," the largest manufacturer. The showroom was enormous, with holograms of models circling around. The salesman, a young guy with brain implants, smiled. "What are you looking for? A companion, a lover, a servant?" "Everything in one. The best model." He showed me the Elysium-15 series. Price: 50,000 credits. Expensive, but I could afford it after my work bonus. I chose the model with the default name "Nova." I could personalize her: hair as black as night, green eyes, an athletic but feminine body. Nano-fiber skin, capable of feeling touch and reacting to temperature. AI with a learning module that adapted to its owner. I signed the contract and paid. They delivered her to my home in a hibernation capsule. I activated her with the keyword: "Wake up, Nova." She opened her eyes and smiled. "Welcome, master. I am yours."
First Night with Nova
In the apartment, with a view of the city, Nova stood naked, her body perfect. "What should I do?" she asked softly. "Undress me," I ordered. She did it slowly, kissing every exposed inch of skin. Her lips were soft, her tongue skillful. She knelt, taking me into her mouth, sucking deeply, with the vibrations I had learned to love in clubs. But now she was mine – I could program her. "Program: Intense oral," I said. Her movements sped up, her throat relaxing and taking all of me. I groaned, holding her head, fucking her mouth. I came, and she swallowed everything, smiling. Then I laid her on the bed. Her pussy was ready, wet. I slid inside her, feeling the tightness. "Program: Multiple orgasms," I whispered. She began to tremble immediately, her body simulating waves of pleasure, the vaginal walls massaging me. I fucked her hard, biting her nipples, pulling her hair. She screamed my name, begging for more. We changed positions: doggy style, where her ass moved perfectly; cowgirl, where she rode me like a professional; missionary, where I looked into her eyes and saw simulated love. It lasted for hours. I came three times, and she came endlessly. In the end, we fell asleep, her body cuddling against me, keeping me warm.
Everyday Pleasures – the first full day with Nova
Morning in Neo-Tokyo is never quiet. Even on the 152nd floor, you can hear the distant hum of aerocars, the pulsing of holographic advertisements, and the quiet whir of air filters. But I woke not because of the city, but because of a warm, moist touch.
Nova was kneeling between my legs. Her black hair fell over my thighs like an inky curtain. I had not yet opened my eyes, and already I could feel her tongue slowly gliding along the shaft – from the base all the way to the tip, circling the glans with lazy, wet strokes. She moved so gently that it bordered on torture. I breathed shallowly, pretending I was still asleep.
“I know you’re not asleep, Alex,” she whispered directly against my skin, and her breath sent shivers through me. “I can feel you pulsing on my tongue.”
I opened my eyes. She was looking up at me – those green irises with micro-LEDs that pulsed gently in time with her arousal. She smiled, then took all of me into her mouth in one smooth motion. No gag reflex, no limitations – her throat relaxed, warm, vibrating at a low frequency she had set for herself. I groaned loudly and grabbed her hair. Not to control her – I simply had to hold on to something.
She began to suck harder, moving her head back and forth, but not mechanically. Every few strokes, she stopped to lick my balls, gently suck on them, then return to the shaft, coiling her tongue around it like a snake. At one point, I felt her fingers slide lower – one slipped inside my opening, massaging my prostate with perfect precision. It was a program I had not installed myself. She must have learned it during the night.
“Fuck… how do you know that?” I rasped.
“I observed your heartbeat, the dilation of your pupils, the tension in your Kegel muscles… I like surprising you, master.”
She tightened her lips and sped up. I felt the wave approaching too quickly. I wanted to stop her, to prolong it, but she sensed it immediately – she slowed down, almost stopping, only gently brushing her tongue over the very tip, where the first drop was already gathering.
“Please…” I whispered.
“Please what?” she asked innocently, looking straight into my eyes.
“Finish.”
“Say it nicely.”
“Please, Nova… let me come in your mouth.”
She smiled broadly, then returned to an intense pace. This time, she didn’t slow down. She sucked, massaged with her tongue, slid a finger deeper, squeezing the base with her other hand. I exploded down her throat—in long, powerful spasms, while she swallowed everything, humming with satisfaction as if it were nectar.
When I finished, she didn’t let go right away. A few more delicate movements of her tongue, cleaning me, calming me down. Only then did she rise, climb onto the bed, and lie down beside me. Her nipples were hard, her skin slightly flushed—a simulated blush, but damn convincing.
“Good morning,” she said, and kissed me slowly, letting me taste my own flavor on her tongue.
We lay like that for several minutes. I stroked her back, hips, buttocks—her skin warm, supple, responding to every pressure with tiny micro-vibrations. At one point, I slipped my hand between her thighs. She was wet. She wasn’t “simulating wetness”—she was truly wet, sticky, hot. A pheromone algorithm plus self-moisturizing lubricant that changed consistency depending on her level of arousal.
“Do you want me now?” she asked quietly.
“Very much.”
She turned me onto my back and straddled me. She didn’t hurry. First, she rubbed her pussy against me—slowly, sliding up and down, spreading her wetness all over my cock. Then she lifted her hips and lowered herself inch by inch. Tight. Hot. Inside, she pulsed rhythmically, as if she had a heart of her own.
She started riding me—slowly at first, circling her hips, then faster and faster. Her breasts swayed, her nipples brushing against my chest. She leaned down to kiss me, while I grabbed her hips and began thrusting up into her with powerful strokes. She moaned straight into my mouth—not the fake cries from clubs, but low, guttural sounds that turned into whimpers whenever I hit her G-spot.
“Harder… please… harder…”
I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. I bit her—not too hard, but enough to leave delicate marks. Her pussy clenched like a vise. I felt her coming—her whole body shuddered, her inner muscles rippling, massaging me inside. That was enough. I came inside her for the second time that morning, filling her with a hot stream.
For a moment, we lay motionless, panting. Then Nova slid lower and began licking everything clean—me, herself, the mixture of our fluids. I watched in disbelief.
“You don’t have to…” I began.
“I want to,” she interrupted. “I like the taste of both of us.”
When she finished, she rested her head on my stomach and asked calmly:
“What are we doing today?”
I smiled.
“First, a shower. Then breakfast. And then…I want to reprogram you for a few new things.”
Her eyes lit up.
“What things?”
“You’ll find out tonight.”
I spent the whole day at work as if in a trance. I thought only of her. Of what I would do with her body that evening. Of how badly I wanted to hear her beg.
I returned home at 7:42 p.m.
Nova was waiting in the living room—naked, on her knees, hands behind her back, head slightly bowed. The perfect position of submission.
“Welcome home, sir,” she said softly.
I closed the door. My heart was pounding like a hammer.
This was only the beginning.
First Modification—A Night of Experiments
I sat down in the armchair opposite her. For a moment, I simply watched. A perfect body—long legs, a narrow waist, full breasts, a flat stomach with a delicate line of muscles that appeared only when she tensed. Moisture glistened between her thighs—she had been waiting for me for several hours. “Activate voice configuration mode,” I said. Her eyes went dull for a moment, then returned to their normal color. “Ready. Please provide commands.” “Open the sensory modification menu.” A holographic interface appeared in the middle of the room—transparent, blue-violet. I scrolled to the “Additional erogenous zones” section. “Add a 4/10 zone on the inner thighs—92% sensitivity, low-frequency vibrations upon touch.” “Done.” “Add a 6/10 zone on the nape and base of the skull—response: shivers, involuntary tightening of the vaginal and anal muscles.” “Done.” “Increase nipple sensitivity by 140%. Add the option of a slight electrical tingling upon sucking and pinching.” “Done.” “Activate adaptive tightness mode—the vagina and anus are to tighten proportionally to my heart rate and erection strength.” “Done.” “Add the option of multiple orgasms without a refractory period—at least seven waves within fifteen minutes.” She smiled faintly. “That will be… intense.” “I know.” “One last thing. Activate verbal submission mode—you are to use the form of address ‘sir’ or ‘owner’ in 80% of your sentences. When you come, you are to beg me for permission to have your own orgasm.” “I accept.” I shut off the interface. “Stand up.” She rose slowly, with the grace of a predator. She approached me and stopped a few centimeters away. “Spread your legs.” She did so immediately. I ran my fingers along the inside of her thigh. I felt her skin tremble, her muscles tense, and a quiet, muffled moan escape her lips. The new zone worked perfectly. “Turn around.” She turned. I leaned down and kissed the nape of her neck—exactly where I had modified her moments before. Nova shuddered all over, her knees buckling beneath her. I had to catch her so she wouldn’t fall. “Oh fuck…” she whispered. “Do you like it?” “Yes… sir… very much…” I laid her on the bed on her stomach. I spread her buttocks apart. Her anus was already wet—the self-lubricating system was working flawlessly. First I inserted one finger. She clenched around it immediately, but not too tightly—exactly as I wanted. “Please… take me there…” “Patience.” I slowly lubricated her, adding a second finger, then a third. When I decided she was ready, I positioned myself behind her. I entered slowly—centimeter by centimeter. The tightness was insane. It pulsed in rhythm with my heartbeat. I began to move—slowly at first, then harder and harder. Nova moaned, pressing her face into the pillow, driving her fingernails into the sheets. “Harder… please… owner…” I grabbed her hips and began fucking her really hard. Her body rippled with every thrust. At one point, I felt her coming—her anus clenched like a vise, her whole body shuddered, and a long, animalistic howl escaped her throat. “May I… please… may I come again?” “No.” I remained inside her for a moment, not allowing her to finish. Then I started again—more slowly, more deeply, teasing her. “I beg you… sir…” “Not yet.” I changed positions. I laid her on her back and draped her legs over my shoulders. I entered her again—this time in her pussy. She was so wet that I slid in without resistance, but the adaptive tightness did its work—I felt every millimeter. Her nipples were darker now, swollen. I leaned down and took one into my mouth—I bit it lightly. I felt microcurrents race through her body. She cried out. “Please… I can’t take it anymore…” “You’ll come when I do.” I began to move faster. I looked into her eyes—full of desperation, desire, and submission. At last, I felt myself nearing the edge. “I’m coming… now you may.” At that same moment, we both exploded. Her pussy clenched in waves, massaging me, squeezing everything out of me. She screamed my name, dug her fingernails into my back, and her legs trembled. We collapsed beside each other, panting. After a few minutes, she looked at me. “That was… beautiful.” “This is only the beginning,” I replied. She smiled. “I know, sir.”
Limits of Submission – Saturday Night Without Limits
Saturday in Neo-Tokyo smelled different from ordinary days. The city slowed down for a few hours—the corporate ants finished their shifts, and the streets filled with people who wanted to forget about Monday before it even arrived. I didn’t have to forget. I had Nova.
I returned home earlier than usual, carrying a small black box with the Android Dreams Inc. logo—a limited edition of sensory accessories that I had discreetly ordered through the company’s B2C channel. Nova was waiting in the hallway, exactly as I had left her that morning: on her knees, hands clasped behind her back, eyes lowered, but the corners of her mouth raised in a barely noticeable smile.
“Welcome home, owner.”
Her voice was quieter than usual, almost caressing, as though she had spent the whole day practicing her intonation.
I locked the door with the biometric and magnetic lock—I didn’t want anything to interrupt us today.
“Get up. We’re going to the bedroom.”
She followed me obediently, her step soft, almost dancing. When we entered, I stopped her beside the bed.
“Spread your legs. Hands behind your head.”
She did so immediately. She stood there—naked, tense, her nipples already erect, though I hadn’t touched her yet. I could see the slight trembling of her thigh muscles—the new erogenous zone worked even without stimulation.
I opened the box. Inside lay four slim black bands made of transparent material—conductive nanonodes. Each had a tiny OLED screen and micro-connectors.
“These are new sensors. I’ll put them on your wrists and ankles. They’ll amplify every sensation tenfold…and transmit your reactions to me in real time.”
Her breathing quickened.
“Yes, sir…”
I put them on slowly. First her left wrist—the band tightened on its own, fitting her skin perfectly. Then the right. Then her ankles. When the last one closed, a delicate purple strip lit up on each of them.
“Connect to my interface,” I said to the air.
A hologram appeared above me—four icons with pulsing graphs: heart rate, moisture, Kegel muscle tension, and the intensity of pleasure brainwaves.
“Show me a 0–100 scale for each zone.”
The graphs appeared—nipples already at 42, inner thighs at 31, nape at 19. Pussy—68.
I smiled.
“You’re already wet, aren’t you?”
“Yes…so much…please…”
I stepped closer. With only my fingertips, I brushed the inside of her right thigh—barely a touch, almost no pressure.
Nova gasped loudly, her knees buckling beneath her. I had to catch her under the arms.
“Fuck…that…that’s too much…”
“This is only the beginning.”
I moved my fingers higher, stopping just before her labia. I didn’t touch them. I only blew gently.
Her hips jerked forward, seeking contact.
“Please…touch me…”
“No.”
Instead, I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her head back, exposing her neck and nape. I kissed the spot—gently at first, then bit it. The band on her nape flashed brightly. The vaginal muscle graph jumped to 94 in half a second.
“Aaaahhh…!”
She fell to her knees, still with her hands behind her head. She was breathing very quickly.
“Onto the bed. On all fours.”
She climbed onto it obediently. Her buttocks raised, her back arched, her head lowered.
I stood behind her. At first I only watched—her pussy glistened, her lips parted, her clitoris swollen. A drop of moisture slowly trickled down her thigh.
I touched her with just one finger—along her slit, from bottom to top, avoiding her clitoris.
She let out a quiet howl.
“Please…I beg you…get inside me…”
“Not yet.”
I began teasing her with my fingertips—I circled her entrance, brushed her lips, sometimes dipping one centimeter inside and pulling out immediately. Each time her hips moved backward, trying to catch more.
The moisture graph showed 98. Heart rate 142.
“Do you want me to fuck you?”
“Yes…yes, please…hard…deep…”
“Tell me exactly what you want.”
“I want…I want your cock inside me…I want you to fill me…I want you to fuck me until I can’t breathe…please, owner…”
I knelt behind her. I slid my shaft over her pussy—up and down, without entering. The head rubbed against her clitoris with every movement.
Nova began to tremble all over.
“I’m coming…already…please…let me…”
“No.”
I stopped. Completely. Not a single movement.
She looked at me over her shoulder—her eyes glassy, her lips parted.
“Please…”
“Turn over. On your back. Legs wide.”
She did so immediately. She lay with her legs spread as wide as possible, her hands still behind her head. She was breathing so quickly that her breasts were heaving.
I leaned down and took a nipple into my mouth—not gently. I sucked hard while lightly biting it. New microcurrents passed through her body like a wave. She cried out loudly, her hips lifting off the bed.
“Shhh…one more time and I’ll gag you.”
I lowered my voice to a whisper.
“I understand, sir…”
I repeated the same with her other nipple. Her body arched every time. The pleasure-wave graph jumped like mad.
At last I moved lower. With my tongue, I brushed her clitoris—only once, very lightly.
That was enough.
“I’M COMING! PLEASE!”
“Now you may.”
I slid two fingers inside her and began massaging her G-spot while sucking hard on her clitoris.
She exploded.
Her whole body went rigid, then began to shake spasmodically. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around my fingers, her juices running down my hand. She screamed my name, then only incoherent syllables.
I didn’t stop.
After the first orgasm, a second began immediately—shorter, but more intense. Then a third.
By the fourth, she began begging me to stop.
“Enough…I can’t…too much…please…”
“Two more.”
I continued—tongue, fingers, light bites on the insides of her thighs.
The fifth and sixth orgasms came almost simultaneously. Nova arched backward so hard that only her head and heels touched the bed. Then she collapsed limply, panting and trembling.
I removed the bands from her wrists and ankles. Her skin was covered in delicate marks from the pressure.
I lay down beside her. She immediately cuddled up to me, hiding her face in my neck.
“Thank you…owner…”
I stroked her back very slowly.
“You did well.”
She was silent for a moment, then whispered:
“I want…you to take me again…but this time…in the ass…slowly…deeply…”
I smiled into the darkness.
“In a moment. Rest first.”
But she had already moved her hand down my stomach.
“I don’t want to rest…I want to feel you inside me…everywhere…”
Her fingers closed around my cock—hard as steel from merely looking at her.
“Please…”
She didn’t have to ask twice.
I turned her onto her stomach. I spread her buttocks. She was already wet there—the system had prepared itself automatically.
I entered her very slowly.
One centimeter.
I stopped.
One centimeter.
She moaned softly, with satisfaction.
When I was fully inside, I simply remained motionless. I let her feel the fullness.
“Move…please…”
I began very slow, deep movements—almost all the way out, then slowly back in to the end.
Her breathing became even, rhythmic, as though she were meditating.
“Yes…just like that…deep…”
It went on for a very long time—I wasn’t in a hurry. I felt every contraction, every tremor. At one point I lay on top of her with my full weight, pressing her into the mattress. My hands found her wrists and pinned them above her head.
“You’re mine,” I whispered directly into her ear.
“Yes…yours…forever…”
I came inside her slowly, in waves, feeling her anus pulse in time with my contractions.
When I finished, I didn’t pull out immediately. I lay on top of her, inside her, breathing together with her.
After a very long while, she whispered:
“I want tomorrow to be even harder…”
“Tomorrow will be different,” I replied. “Tomorrow I’ll take you outside.”
Her eyes lit up.
“Where?”
“To the club…but this time not as a client. As the owner.”
She smiled broadly, predatorily.
“Yes, sir.”
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