Discovering her sexuality

Billy's cum dripped from Nancy's pussy as she stared at the bottle, trying to decide what to do. It was immoral to disable her reproductive function. But it was also immoral to bring another person into this overcrowded world.

Fuck it

She grabbed the bottle off the table and unscrewed the lid, shaking a pill into her hand. She would just take this one, so she wouldn't get pregnant from what Billy had already done to her. And then, she told herself, she would never have sex again, and she wouldn't need to take more. She swallowed the pill. She didn't feel any different.

Nancy woke the next morning with a lovely sensation between her legs. She smiled and rolled over in bed. And then her memories of yesterday came flooding back all at once and she realized what the sensation must be. Billy was giving her a special kiss again! Her eyes shot open and she lept out of the bed and backed against the wall. But there was nobody else in the room, and the sensation had not stopped.

She pulled up her nightgown and felt between her legs in confusion, feeling nothing but her own surprise at feeling her own fingers against her clit for the first time. The intoxicating sensation snared her fingers in place. She gently caressed herself for a few seconds before she realized what she was doing and **** herself to stop. But the pleasure she had been feeling as she woke up did not stop. In fact, it had only intensified.

Nancy tried pacing around the room to distract herself, but quickly phantom stimulation of her clit grew so intense that she couldn't even walk properly. She collapsed into her bed as the pleasure built and built into what would have been a powerful orgasm if not for the implant preventing it. Instead, she slammed into the edge that was more of a wall, and stayed there. She surprised herself when her hand found its way between her legs and began furious rubbing at her clit. It added to her pleasure while at the same time not really changing anything in much the same way that infinity + infinity is still just infinity, albeit a larger infinity. The implant still wouldn't let her orgasm, but it also wasn't backing down and letter her cool off.

"Well you certainly seem to be enjoying yourself," Billy said brightly, snapping Nancy out of the world of pleasure she had lost herself in. Her hand pulled away from her throbbing sex as if it had suddenly burned her and she quickly pulled the blanket over her.

"No," she said, not sure if she was lying. "My implant... is malfunctioning. It's making me... feel things." Her voice quavered as she struggled to speak without moaning.

"Oh, well that's just the alarm clock program. It doesn't make you masturbate though, that's all on you."

"What ... alarm clock ... program?"

"Did nobody explain to you how we disable the pleasure blocker program in our implants?"

"No"

"So then you don't know about the snooze button either I suppose?"

Nancy's hand twitched as she flicked through menus until she found the snooze option. Relief washed over her that it had stopped, but she also felt a bit of an ache for more. She laid there catching her breath for a few minutes before asking Billy to continue his explanation.

"The only way we've found to disable the pleasure blocker program is to replace it with a different program that gives pleasure instead. But since there's no way to make new programs without the Government's approval anymore, we've had to dig up old programs from when Neuralink was first allowed into humans. Did you know one of the first uses for the Neuralink in humans was to give pleasure, not prevent it?"

"How ironic," Nancy said without a hint of amusement, "Now get to the point."

"Well, the best one we've found so far is an alarm clock program that detects when you're starting to wake up, and then simulates oral sex until you have an orgasm."

Nancy's eyes went wide. Until you have an orgasm. Until.

"What do you mean 'until'? You said yesterday I couldn't orgasm."

"Ah. Yes. Well, that's a bit of an unfortunate edge case for the women in the underground. Luckily, it will give up after an hour."

Suddenly, Nancy felt a tongue swirling around her clit. She hit the snooze button as quickly as she could, but even that slight stimulation had added more kindling to the smoldering pile of desire already between her legs.

"What if I just keep hitting snooze?"

"Oh, you can certainly do that. But you won't be getting much sleep waking up every 5 minutes."

"So basically every day I just get to pick when I'm going to be stuck on the edge of orgasm for an entire hour?"

"Yeah, that's how it is for all the women in the underground, unfortunately. It's not so bad for the men though. We just have to make sure we have some tissues nearby when we go to sleep so we don't make a mess in the morning."

"You said the best program so far was the alarm clock. Does that mean you've found others?"

"Yes, but-"

"Just tell me what they are," Nancy said, cutting him off. She wanted to decide for herself which program was best.

"Well, we found one that requires that you wear Morph Cloth and then masturbate almost constantly to prevent it from turning invisible. It's also got some rules in it about earning orgasms by studying."

(This is a reference to the program in this branch)

"Hmm, no thanks. Anything else?"

"We've got one that teases you without bringing you to the edge. But it does it constantly whenever anyone can see you. Not exactly ideal for people trying to hide that they're a nothinghead."

"I can imagine."

"There's also one that edges you every morning until you suck a cock and swallow cum. Needless to say, that one is very unpopular among most of the men. Some of the women with a male partner don't mind it as much though. Giving a blowjob is much faster than waiting an hour every morning."

"I suppose." Nancy waited for him to continue, but he didn't. "Is that it? Just those 3?"

"Well no, there is one more that we found recently, but we don't know what it does. Most of these programs come with little descriptions of what they do, which is useful since we can't decompile the code to check. This one has no explanation."

Nancy wasn't quite sure which program she wanted. Daily wake-up edging? Constant teasing in public? Daily blowjob? Or roll the dice on a mystery program and hope it was better than the other options?