Looseleaf's Diary - 22 / 04 / 2120, cont'd

"Yavanna, Great Lady, bless these fucking idiots and keep them safe."

It was a prayer from long ago, the kind my mother would utter in moments of personal crisis when I or my siblings did something truly stupid. Not that I really believed in the Valar today any more than I did back then, but right now I wanted to believe. Wanted to hope that there was something, some way I could help them.

The ex-Ranger had been like something out of an action stim. Cold, ruthless, methodical, deadly. I'd seen Orcs beat and kill Men before, I knew exactly how dangerous they could be. It had just been Rowana and her Uruk against a dozen White Hands, and I had been powerless to do anything but watch through the house's built-in sensors and cameras, hacking displays to issue warnings.

My body trembled with pent-up stress, and as the adrenaline faded a sick nausea ate at my stomach, and I suddenly realized how badly I needed to pee.

Except I was still plugged into the Matrix, my arms and legs disengaged. I didn't even dare jack out and crawl on my stumps over to the toilet, because any moment now Rowana and her friends—I was worried when I saw the skinny Orc with the big bulge in his undies was still moving in the kitchen, but Rowana and her Uruk seem to treat it as a friend—and then I remembered I had a boyfriend.

Without jacking out, I **** myself to focus on the physical, fighting against the protocols that normally kept my body still, sensations remote while my brain focused on the simulated sensory input from the Matrix. It gave me a headache as conflicting sensory data hit me at once. My own voice came out like a tinny whisper.

"Aubert! I need to pee, and I can't jack out!"

His voice came from surprisingly close—and now I could feel other things.

"On it. I'm plugging the catheter in now."

There are no words to properly describe the sensation of a slender, lubricated, sterilized tube sliding into your urethra and not stopping until it hit the bladder. Yet I could feel Aubert's careful, knowing hands holding my labia apart as he carefully slid it into place, and the almost immediate relief as the pressure in my bladder started to diminish. I also felt...something else.

Warm. Wet. Nipples hard. Slightly sweaty. And my clit ached. Really ached. It felt incredibly sensitive.

That would be the ring, of course. I'd expected just a simple clitoral hood piercing, but Aubert had found something else. A small circle of gold alloys with little needle-like spikes on its inner face. Aubert had to get me excited to put it on. I remembered earlier, when lying with my stumps spread, gloves on his hands and a mask on his face as he carefully held my labia open. He had teased my clit with his fingertips, just the rubbery pads, and I had squirmed as the heat and excitement built up inside of me.

The little pink nub had emerged, swollen with blood. I had been close—and then the pain hit as he slid the ring on, pushing it down, the needles into the super-sensitive nub of flesh, forming a perfect interface with my nervous system.

Then the alarm had gone off from my cyberdeck. The White Hands had moved. Rowana Rowethasdottir needed to be alerted. Aubert had helped me jack in.

Now, here I was, aware of the burning sensation throughout my crotch. My clit was almost painfully erect. Aubert's breath on my quivering clit, which hadn't ceased being erect for all the hours she had been jacked in, almost sent me to climax right then and there.

Aubert placed his hand on my abdomen. A little bit of pressure, and this time I did cum, as my bladder emptied faster, the pressure diminishing rapidly. My eyes rolled back in their sockets as my brain suddenly went blank, my small, limbless body convulsing uncontrollably.

I felt Aubert's lips on my own. Then the signal came. Rowana was ready to talk. I stopped fighting the protocols, my physical sensations fading into the background. I would definitely have to ask my boyfriend about what exactly that ring had done to me. Later.