Cybercock Ch. 01

Standing there in her empty apartment, she felt the loneliness creeping in on her again. Maybe what she really needed was to go out and find someone to fuck? The thought sent a thrill of anticipation through her. It had been almost two weeks since she and Tim had gotten together, and she had been too absorbed in work to see to her needs herself.

It was Thursday night, though. Say she went to a bar, met some guy and went back to his place for sex. Wouldn't that feel a bit too much like getting revenge for what her boyfriend may or may not be doing, with her explicit permission? And she couldn't afford to be a wreck at work tomorrow. She was supposed to head up a meeting to talk about initial energy needs estimates for the RTA contract.

"My God, I'm pathetic," she said aloud, as she realized that she had just talked herself out of a night of casual sex. So now, in addition to being lonely, she had managed to get herself horny as well. If Tim had been in town, she would have called him and enticed him to come over with a little dirty talk. With him ten thousand miles away, her only recourse tonight was her hands or her vibrator.

As she thought it, her eyes came to rest on the box on the table and she thought of the beautifully-shaped cock that lay within. Some of the words that the woman in the video had used came back to her, like "realistic" and "maximum pleasure". Her vibrator could get her off, but was nothing like a real cock. Feeling a little guilty at defying Mr. Okura's request, she took the box into her living room and, after ensuring that all of the curtains were drawn, opened the box and removed the packing plastic.

Pushing through her hesitation, Stacy grabbed the thing in both hands and lifted it out. It felt just as real as it looked, so much so that the fact that it was room temperature actually squicked her out a bit, the uncanny valley at work. The video had said that it would warm up when used. She turned it over in her hands, but there were no buttons or switches. She tried accessing it through her rig, but if it contained a an API in its network node, it was disabled.

Stacy looked down at the nano-capsules still in the box and frowned. That had to be some kind of bio-feedback mechanism, like the medical-monitoring nano that had been around for a few years. Maybe they were required for the dildo to function correctly?

She set it down on the table and removed a capsule from its packaging to look at it. It was plain white, with a tiny stamp of letters and numbers that must be some kind of identification code. "Alright, Stacy," she said, "the nice lady in the video said it was safe, so what are you afraid of?" She shrugged in answer and popped the pill, grimacing as she dry-swallowed it. She sat down to wait.

She didn't feel any different, not that she should, she reminded herself, and the dildo remained a piece of inert . . . whatever it was. She tapped her foot, glanced at the clock in her optics and blew out a breath. She needed something to maintain her arousal if she was going to make this happen. "Can you find me some porn?" she asked.

"Sure," her PA answered with its usual enthusiasm. "Do you have a genre preference?"

"Nothing hardcore," she said. "Heterosexual. Non-interactive. Good production values."

Her PA waited a few moments to see if she had anything to add. "How about this title?" it said, showing her the title image and a small cost to stream it. It was a period piece, a sim render from a romance novel. The image, of a man and woman kissing passionately, gave little hint of the content, but the virtual leads on the cover were both attractive, and the period costume looked interesting.

"Sure, play that," she said.

She settled down on the sofa and dialed down the lights to watch the movie play out on a virtual screen in her optics that took up most of the far wall. The backgrounds and clothing placed it as nineteenth century European, and she quickly surmised correctly that it occurred during the Napoleonic Wars. The male lead, Nicolas, was a young officer on a French warship, and the female lead, Claire, was the rebellious daughter of an English noble who had a history of rejecting her suitors. The plot played out predictably as the French sailor's ship was sunk off the coast of England, and he barely escaped with his life.

Stacy got up to get a cold beer from the refrigerator. She took a long swig from the bottle and set it on the table. Things were getting interesting in the movie, as Claire, dressed in a long lady's dress and sun hat, had just discovered Nicolas, washed up on the beach and barely conscious. She dragged him out of the water and into the shade of the cliff side. He said something to her in French and she was taken aback, noticing for the first time the colors of the uniform he wore. He saw her shock and fear and responded in broken English, begging for her help. The lady, after some hesitation, relented and helped him to a disused servant's cottage at the edge of a wood on her father's property. Over the next several weeks, his mastery of English gradually improved under Claire's tutelage as his health recovered under her care.

Though the plot reminded her of "Summer of My German Soldier", Stacy found herself enjoying the film. A month passed, and the two grew closer, spending long evenings together talking about their disparate lives. When Nicolas had grown strong enough to walk on his own, she took him down to the cliff overlooking the ocean, and he stared southward, knowing his home lay somewhere in the unseen distance. He turned to Claire, who was gazing at him, the sun shining through her golden hair. When he leaned closer, she responded, closing her eyes and meeting his kiss. They sat for a time in silence, watching as the sun sank into the west, his arm across her shoulders.

Back at the cottage, Claire gathered the dishes that she had brought from the manor house, preparing to leave, but seemed to think better of it. She turned and crossed the distance to Nicolas at almost a run, crashing into him in her haste to kiss him once more. This was no chaste kiss like before, but passionate and reckless. His hands began to rove over her body while she encouraged him with her words and moans of pleasure.

Stacy was so engrossed in the plot, the chemistry of the two leads and the unfolding sexual encounter that she didn't at first notice the sensation of cold, faint but growing stronger by the moment. Nor did she notice the icon that appeared in her optics, requesting her attention.

Claire was on her back now, breasts bared and moaning as the Frenchman kissed her neck. "My lady," he said, breathing heavily. "We cannot do this."

Stacy finally noticed the cold and looked down. It felt like it came from the general vicinity of her crotch, but it seemed somehow outside her body. "What the hell?" she said, standing up. Was this some kind of side effect of the nano she had taken? She placed her hand over the spot, but the cold feeling didn't change. In fact, now she felt like something hard and flat was pressed against some part of her body, but again, she couldn't quite place where.

She ran for the bathroom at the end of the hall, to get a look at herself in the mirror, but before she got there, the sensation abruptly vanished. Sighing in relief, she started back for her place on the sofa, but the cold and touch sensations returned almost immediately. She stepped back experimentally, and the feelings vanished. "Okay, this is freaking me out," she said. "What's going on?"

"You have an alert," her PA announced helpfully, mistaking the purpose of her question.

"Display."

The sender was listed as "Cybercock Model A". The text read, "Installation of nano is complete. Your Cybercock should now be fully functional and interfacing with your nervous system. Please verify that you are receiving tactile input from your Cybercock before attempting calibration."

"Tactile...?" she repeated, and glanced over at where the thing was sitting on the table. Her beer was still sitting there too, and the bottle was touching the head of the dildo. Feeling a sense of unreality, she moved closer, getting the cold feeling again. She went to the table and moved the still chilly beer away. The cold sensation immediately began to fade.

"Whoa," she said, staring at the toy. She realized that the other odd feeling she had been having was simply the thing resting on the table. She bent to pick it up and dropped it immediately as she had the sensation of fingers grasping a phantom limb that felt like it sprouted from her body, near her clitoris. She gave an involuntary grunt as the dildo hit the table, sending a shock of sensation down its length. It tumbled over the edge of the table and bounced again when it hit the floor, finally coming to rest near her feet. It was the strangest thing she had ever felt, having this thing that was disconnected from her body yet felt like it was a part of her. Her body image seemed at odds with itself, her sense of touch telling her things that her eyes knew to be wrong.

She picked it up again, ready this time to feel her hands closing on it. It had warmed to room temperature, just as the video had promised. She tried holding it by the flared base, and found that the sensation of touch, while not absent, was considerably reduced. She lightly squeezed the head between two fingers and inhaled sharply as a strange but pleasurable sensation shot through her. She closed her fingers around it and gave it a light stroke from the tip to the base and was rewarded with another wave of pleasure.

"Okay," Stacy said to herself. "You're holding a fake penis that has apparently hooked up to your nervous system and thinks it belongs to you. What the hell do you do now?"

She sighed and sat down, cupping the dildo gingerly in her palm. The virtual screen was back in front of her. The movie had paused automatically when she got up to head for the bathroom, but now it resumed. Nicolas had backed off from Claire, leaving her in a state of partial undress.

"What is wrong, Nicolas? I wish to be with you, as your lover."

"I cannot do that, my lady," he demurred, and bent to retrieve their discarded clothing. "You must not spoil yourself for marriage."

The woman stood, batted the clothes from his hands and took hold of him. She kissed him long and deep. "I don't care about marriage. I only want you, Nicolas." She took his hand in hers, kissed it, and pressed it against her naked breast. "Now. Please."

The man looked into her eyes, his desire at war with his passion. "Perhaps, my lady Claire. There are things we can do which will not spoil your virtue."

Her brow crinkled in innocent confusion. "Truly? How?"

"I would be pleased to show my lady."

Stacy sat back, forgetting her quandary for the moment. She let the dildo rest in her lap while she enjoyed the unfolding sex scene. The pair quickly dispensed with their remaining clothing and Nicolas lay Claire on the bed. Stacy found herself idly stroking the dildo. She was growing used to the sensations it gave her, and was even beginning to enjoy it. She could feel the moisture building between her thighs as the images she was watching and the sensations from her stroking fed into her and back upon themselves. Reclining further on the sofa, she held the base of the dildo against her body and ran her hand along its length. She could not have known by touch alone that it wasn't the real thing, and it felt more and more that it was a part of her body, that it belonged.

On the virtual screen, Claire had her eyes closed and looked to be biting her lip to keep from making a noise. Nicolas knelt low on the bed, his head between her thighs. "Nicolas, please," she said suddenly. "What is happening to me?"

He lifted his head and looked into her eyes. "My lady, do you trust me?"

"Yes."

"I would never hurt you, Claire. Just let go. Let it happen."

The pleasure was building in Stacy, higher and higher. All consideration of her strange circumstances was gone. She even closed her eyes, no longer caring about the film, only about her body's craving. Faster, she stroked, pushing herself towards her peak, straining now for release and the embrace of pure bliss.

Claire was crying out now in ecstasy, echoing the sounds that Stacy herself was making. Suddenly, without thinking, she lifted the dildo to her mouth and closed her lips over it. The warmth and wetness made her gasp, but she recovered herself quickly and began to lick and suck at the head and shaft. The new sensations pushed her over the edge and she fell back with a cry, warm waves of pleasure spreading through her body as she came. She clutched the dildo against herself, letting the indescribable feelings wash over her. When it was over, she lay semi-reclined on the couch, trying to catch her breath.

"Wow," she said, looking down at the cock in her hands. "That was different." She hadn't even removed her clothing. Her panties, though, had soaked through and clung to her body uncomfortably.

She set the toy down on the coffee table, stood up and went to her bedroom to change, slipping into a nightgown. She returned and looked down at the thing on the table while considering her options. She could call Mr. Okura and tell him that she had accidentally taken one of the nano-capsules, but the thought of his aggrieved expression at hearing that made her file that option away for later. She did know that the transmission range was limited. As soon as she got more than about ten feet away, she stopped feeling it. Then she remembered something. The video had said that she could give the command to flush the nanos from her system, so there must be some kind of interface or API that she could use.

When she checked, she found that the dildo was now broadcasting a network node. In fact, it had probably been there since the nano had first come online. That was obviously where the alert had come from. She interfaced the node, set the password when prompted and was presented with a number of menu items. She could power it on or off at will, which was good to know, but she didn't want to do that until she had looked at all the options, in case that killed the menu as well.

Under "maintenance", she found the option to flush the nano from her system. An info bubble informed her that the components in her body would dissolve and harmlessly exit through her urine. She decided to come back to that, intrigued by some of the other options. Under "calibration", there were various settings. "Sensitivity" was exactly what it sounded like when she read the info bubble, and gave the option for full manual control, or an automated setting that adjusted based on her arousal. It was currently set to automated, and indicated a level of 30 out of 100. She gripped the toy around the head and felt it as mild stimulation. With her gaze, she moved the slider up to 80 and the light stimulation was suddenly a series of powerful waves. Her knees felt weak and she quickly dialed it back down before she lost her balance, settling on the automatic setting.

Reminding herself to look into that some more later, she browsed further. Another setting was labeled "arousal". It was currently at a 30 out of 100. She tried to push it upward, just to 50, but it acted differently from the previous setting. A red marker indicated her desired setting, and the current setting began to climb steadily towards it.

Stacy felt her heart begin to beat faster and her skin flush. Normally it took some time for her to get horny again after an orgasm, but the nano was driving her system to ramp back up immediately. Her nipples hardened and pressed against her nightgown, sparking with pleasure every time she moved. Her sex flooded with renewed arousal, feeling heavy and tight. Altogether, the change took less than a minute. Overcome, she lay back on the sofa. Her pussy ached to be filled. She spread her legs and ran her fingers over her vulva, moaning at the rush of pleasure. She wasn't normally this sensitive.

With an effort of will, Stacy called up the Cybercock interface and paged to the sensitivity setting. It was currently hovering around 45. Would that setting affect all genital contact, or just the dildo, she wondered. She pushed it up to 55 and the sensation and pleasure of her fingers on her sex became even more intense. The toy, which she had been holding in her left hand, became more sensitive as well, and she found herself running her fingers lightly over it while she stroked her clit.

The momentary distraction from her exploration with the toy had brought her back to reality, at least for the moment, and Stacy realized that she had missed a fair bit of the movie. Claire had just fled what appeared to be some kind of party or ball at her father's manor. She went to Nicolas' cottage, which was lit within by the glow of candles. She found him reading, and he stood as she approached, taking her into his arms. "What is wrong, Claire?"

"This life is not for me," she said, looking out the window at the manor in the distance. "It would be better if I were dead."

"No," he said, "don't say such things. You are beautiful and strong. And I would have died if you had not found me."

"My father wants me to marry," she said, "but the suitors are all such self-important pigs. I know it is not proper, but I would rather be a despised spinster than submit to one of them."

"You will find the right husband in time, my lady."

"Who would want me, Nicolas? I am no lady."

He kissed her forehead. "I would give anything to be one of those pigs, hoping to win your hand."

She clutched him tighter, eyes closed, breathing in his scent. "Nicolas?"

"Yes, my lady?"

"Please, I need you."

Stacy was moaning loudly as Claire and Nicolas began to make love. She lifted the toy and began to rub it against her vulva, slippery with her arousal, while the fingers of the other hand continued to work on her clit. When Claire pulled Nicolas into her, taking her virginity, the desire to be filled became a sudden need. Without thought of what she was doing, she pressed the tip against her pussy and pushed it inside herself.

Pleasure cascaded through her. She lost her grip on the thing as her back arched and her fingers gripped the sofa cushion reflexively. Her mouth was open, but no sound came out. Her breath seemed trapped in her throat. Her muscles gripped the cock in spasms and she felt both the sensation squeezing and being squeezed. She soared upward to an orgasm that she was helpless to control, finally gasping a breath only to have it forced out of her in a wailing cry. The clenching and fluttering of her pussy sent more waves of pleasure through her, sustaining her climax. When it began to subside, she finally managed to get one hand on the base of the thing to pull it out.

It slid out of her fingers and bounced on the floor, making her flinch, but she didn't bother to retrieve it. That had been the most intense climax of her life, and it was a struggle to regain the use of her faculties. Somehow, she still wanted more, and that desire was growing by the second. With a start, she realized the problem and cycled through the interface. Her arousal had dropped somewhat, but was already quickly climbing back up to 50, where she had set it before. She switched it back to the default, automatic control.

Her arousal did not fade immediately. Her body had already begun to rev up for more, despite how drained she otherwise felt, and it wanted to climb higher. She shut off the movie and tried to think of anything other than sex. Gradually, her heart rate did return to normal and the warmth and tightness left her nipples and genitalia. She knew it was for the best. As much fun as it might be to bring herself to multiple orgasms, she needed to be up early in the morning.