Compromises in Darkness

Even as the hours roll by in this tub, it’s hard to get bored of holding Ivette like this. I already want for nothing while I get to repeatedly orgasm in her vice grip, and we both get healthier, fed, and downright energetic as long as we happen to be fucking one another... but for me? The effect is technically doubled: having sex revitalizes me, and having sex with my "medical equipment" does it again.

As I sit here, my latest Girl continuing to come on my tireless cock, my mind drifts briefly from my own bliss to the concept of elevated conscious. I've never gotten high before, but how could it be better than this sensation? I could never have imagined this place right here, even when I played with Sophia that one, long night, even when I had her and Alice wrapped around me. It’s… the stillness, the gripping, suckling cunt wrapped around my meat, matched by the gripping, cooing doctor wrapped around my body. I, in turn, wrap my arms so tightly around my weightless lover without ever feeling the fatigue of that vice grip. We’ve long drenched ourselves in our coitus, yet neither of us ever run dry; the odors of our bodies no longer detectable with our familiarity; and the gentle gasping, the way her legs and arms hug me back, her closed eyes as she just breathes and exists in that state of bliss that I join her in… it is as near to meditation as I’ve ever managed, and for some time there exists no world outside the shower curtain, no fluid not breathed by us, no wisp of air not heated by our slipping limbs and glowing bodies.

The many places our flesh connects have become so terribly hot, but we're too comfortable to care. Her flesh remains its alabaster hue, but it seems healthier than I remember, fuller, and drives me to kiss it here or there as I taste her sweat. Her hair is as drenched as mine, but amid the fumes of our inhuman lovemaking and energy production we don't bother to move. We could fuck until we die… if we could die at all, now.

At least that’s where my brain is until, after some unknown passage of time, a knock at the door summons us from our trembling tranquility. “Dave? Are you in there?”

Alice's voice. Alice's words. A touch of worry, or maybe hesitation, but it's no doubt her. I'd almost forgotten what she sounds like when she isn't moaning under my... whoa, Earth to Dave. “Yeah.” It's the best I can manage, but it feels like a scream amid the tiny gasps and other, wordless noises I’ve known for… hours? How long were we in here? I half-expect my voice to be hoarse, but it rings healthy and loud; there really is no downside to staying in this state... well, except maybe how we must smell to others. “Give me a few minutes!”

“I... I mean sure, but... hurry up, I need to talk to you!”

That's ominous enough to make me stand, my albino doctor still wrapped around me as I hold her up by her ass, my erect cock still anchored inside her. At last I pry her from my body and **** her to stand on her own... and she does so without so much as a wobble. I'd been using her sexually, after all, so it's only made her-

Healthier. Holy shit. Her skin isn't the only thing that seems improved: she looks just a bit plumper, her tits are significantly heavier, and I can no longer see her ribcage except for the slightest indentation as her arms remain raised to anchor her hands on the back of my neck. Ivette blinks up at me only after a clean 10 seconds of not having my meat inside her; the latest of my cumshots into her babymaker drool out to join the puddles of our fluids at the base of the tub. “H... Hyou...”

“We have to take a bath,” I offer her, “before we can get out there.”

Sophia had already taught me the trials and tribulations of showering when someone else is in there with you, particularly if you have a non-stop urge to fuck the Hell out of said someone. All the same we begin, though Ivette just stares at me with her back against the tile wall, her arms crossed against her breasts, her flesh quaking even as I avoid touching her. Right, she’s naked… and until I turn the lights off, she’s just going to quietly come herself stupid over there. Dripping still from the first hot blasts of the shower, I cross the bathroom and shut the lights off, leaving only the nightlight plugged in near the door.

There, with her features barely lit, I rejoin Ivette and begin. My back is turned, but without any weapons Ivette is harmless… at least I hope so. I dare a question over the roar of water, hoping it’ll mask our conversation. “How do you feel?”

“I-I...” She almost moans the words but catches herself and her breath before slowly answering, “I… feel fine.” Her hands travel her body as she contemplates her answer, her pauses punctuated by her hands feeling the new dimensions of her body. “No, I’m not fine, I feel… heavier. But I also feel rest- its like I just woke up or something, like we didn’t just… except I’m full of… semen, god, look at me. I don't understand... what are you?”

I manage to catch my laugh before it escapes me. “Well, I’m David Haines, most people call me Dave, and I… really love having sex.” It baffles me now to think how I went a full childhood and one adult year without ever having it before. “I guess 'horny teenager' doesn't really cover it all anymore, but that’s still true.”

“You're... you won't...”

“I won't what?” I wash the suds from my hair as I try to hide my worry; she hasn't exactly been reduced to a cock-worshipping mess as I had hoped.

“… You’re not going to freeze me again… are you?”

“Not if you don’t try to hurt me or my family… or my other Girls, for that matter-” Focus, Dave. She knows more than anyone, but she doesn’t need to know everything. I almost take a solace in being able to speak to someone about the app, though; ironically it’s the person whose been the most violent towards it. “I just want sex and… well, healthcare is nice, but I don’t need it anymore, really.”

“Are you human?”

The question gives me some pause. I have my new avatar perk now… what should I tell her? What would work best to keep her in line? I pick the truth for now. “I am. I just happen to use something to change myself and the women around me.”

“Then those voices I heard? The ones who told me to stop attacking you?”

“Those are… my allies.” Not really a lie, right? I haven’t had to sell my soul yet, and we have a pretty good deal going on. “They’re what let you feel everything you’ve been feeling… I hope it felt good?”

“Good…” She hugs herself. “I couldn’t even speak, I was just… I mean, not even repeatedly, I just came forever… no one ever…” Her eyes widen and anger creeps into her features once she catches my growing grin. Whoops. “But that doesn’t matter… I can’t stay here. Please… let me go.”

“I don't mind letting you go, but how can I trust you won't try to hurt me once you do?” I squeeze conditioner into my hand as I look her shaking body over. “Look, the police won’t help you, but I also don’t want you trying to get **** or something. I didn't mean for you to become my... property. I just wanted someone who could have sex at night without ruining their sleep, and it... well, it got out of hand. I was hoping you’d have come so many times that you wouldn’t have problems, you know… fucking every night or so, but now things have spiraled out of control and… and I want to make the best of it.”

She blinks up at me in shock... and though I'm telling the truth, it's only then that I realize she's actually believing it. “All this... because you just wanted a mid-night fuck buddy?”

“Well no, it's because… I mean all the bad stuff, err, the extra stuff, is because you attacked me. Things that attack me get... well, they get punishments, and you've made things worse for yourself.” As I get ready to soap myself up, I keep my eyes on hers as she tries to read my expression for some kind of hint or clue of weakness. Nothing I said has contradicted what she knows to be true, after all; she doesn't even really get the app, and so far I've said nothing but the truth. What kind of lie would help right now, anyways? “I turned the light off so you can focus… will you be able to shower in the dark? You can use my stuff-”

“What are you going to do with me now?”

“I’m… well, I’m not sure. I figure you can come around and we can have fun when you’d normally sleep, and now that should just count so you never have to. Sleep, I mean. I mean now sex is going to sustain you, it’s why you’re so rested, and so… well, more filled out now.”

“I got fat.”

My eyebrow raises at that. She wasn’t remotely fat, or even overweight. The app clearly aimed for health and… well, she got healthy, which is the word I choose to use. “You look healthy, I wouldn’t call it fat… and I don’t think it would make you fat either.”

“So you want me to stop eating, drinking, and sleeping, and replace it with coming here for your…”

“Sex, yeah. I mean, I could also go to your place, maybe right before your shift so you’re back to your best-”

“You have no idea…”

“What?”

“I’m… for fuck’s sake,” she laughs bitterly, “I feel unbelievable. I haven’t felt like this in years! I don’t think I ever felt like this, even… I’m just so…” Her eyes light up as she looks beyond me. “I want to start a research paper, one I’ve been putting off, because I feel so fucking rested, so full, so… god fucking damn it, so ready.”

I look at her, confused, “That’s… good, right?”

“Is it?! I’m dripping cum from some kind of magical **** who now owns me,” she continues even as I flinch at the label, “who can take my freedom with a word and makes me horny if someone paid the light bill! The sun is now a fucking dildo that won’t stop if I so much as look at it, and I need to find a late-night pharmacy to get Plan B before something fucking awful happens, so no, it’s not-!”

“You won’t get pregnant!” It’s the only interjection I can manage as her tirade reaches a crescendo. She looks at me, her wild eyes glistening in the dim light. “Unless I want you to, and I’ll never want to unless you ask me to let you get pregnant.”

“That’s…” Ivette sobs as she wipes her face. “That’s good.” She coughs as she lets a sardonic chuckle escape her. “I've... never felt this good... before,” she whispers, “I feel like I could work all day, like I could run a mile right now or spend a whole hour just beating the shit out of you for everything you did to me... and I feel... so fucking horny. God, I... I don't understand. How could you just keep… coming, like that? How are either of us standing? Why can’t I… why did you have to be a useful ****?”

Again, that word… but now, no longer in the throes of sex… aren’t I? How could I deny it? I can’t… and what I have been doing, and have justified until now, washed over me and a growing rationalization that buds in my brain. The only question I register an answer to gets it. “As long as I'm having sex, I no longer have to sleep, eat, or drink water. I don't even have to work, I get paid for every orgasm I cause in the world.”

“You… really?” Oh shit, maybe I should’ve held back on that. “How much?”

“Oh, um… I haven’t gotten the firm numbers down yet? I sort of made a video that people keep coming to when they watch… well, I got over four thousand this morning, so you have an idea.”

A long pause as the shower continues to sing… and the tone of the conversation shifts. “You make four thousand… in a day?”

“Well, in a morning. It’s kind of a… 24-hour gig.”

“Do they… watch…?”

“I’m not really sure how they-?”

“Dave, is someone in there with you?”

Crap, I forgot about Alice.

“Give me a minute!”

“Whoever’s there-!” I glare at Ivette as she answers for herself… but she pauses. She looks at me with narrowed eyes that are impossible to read in this shadowed chamber. “Just give us a few more minutes!”

“Who is that?!”

“Just our doctor, Alice, now give us a minute and we'll be right out!”

“I’m going to free myself from you,” Ivette declares suddenly, “somehow, one day.”

“Even if fucking me makes your life better? Even if I let you go without negative consequences, with nothing besides a promise from you to not hurt me or my family-?”

“I’m not done.” A smile creeps onto her face… and my worry grows. “I am going to free myself. I didn’t say I’d stop using you in the meantime.”

I blink back at the good doctor as she takes on a tone the situation hardly calls for.

“I don’t want you to think I’m suddenly into you, or that I love you, or that I’m happy as your property or as your little **** toy, because I’m not, I don’t, and I never will be. But somehow,” she continues while caressing her new, full outline as I stand there dumbfounded, “you fixed my sleep, my… underweight issues, I guess, and you’re… well, you should be paying me for my visits now, I think, not the hospital.”

“I… what?”

“Do you think I like eating at diners? My student loans are killing me.”

“They’re… o-oh, so you just… want to get paid.”

She nods curtly. “The price of my silence, and my… cooperation during my checkups. I get the money you make from my… ‘events’ while I also get the health benefits of our coitus. In exchange, you get my word.”

I weigh her offer before clarifying, “Your word that you won’t hurt or stop me, or hurt anyone I care about.”

“Yes… and that I’ll keep using you the way we have been. You’re too fucking useful not to.”

“I’m… useful,” I simply repeat.

“I just want you to know why I’m still going to use you from now on… there is nothing else between us that I wouldn’t want to throw away the moment I can.” We stand there, me rinsing in a steaming shower that suddenly feels cold, and her, my moaning little fuck toy moments ago, standing defiant with her body radiating in the darkness. “Now stop hogging the shower and find me a douche, for fuck’s sake.”

A bit of financial enslavement... a bit of being used... and a loss of control, but in exchange, peace and a continuing sexual relationship with what is now one of my most heavily-invested Girls. It wasn't the worst deal she could offer... but I could also just turn the lights back on and try to fuck her into submission again. She's my property after all, whether or not I intended that result; is she really in any position to make demands? But such a forceful path could backfire.