Chapter 3: Principles and Problems
The office hummed around Bai He, a cacophony of clacking keyboards, muted conversations, and the occasional cough. She sat rooted to her chair, her eyes wide with shock and her heart pounding like a drum in her chest. The device beneath her skirt hummed softly, its vibrations a constant reminder of her predicament. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, heard.
"How did you know I said that?" Bai He whispered, dropping the pretext of messaging her replies.
* I'll let your imagination run wild , * the stranger replied, the words sent in a chilling, lyrical cadence. * But for now, focus on the feeling. Let it consume you. *
Bai He's breath hitched in her throat as she read the message. She could feel the device beneath her skirt, its rotating arms massaging her clit with precise, practiced movements. The sensation was intense, unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It was invigorating, yet terrifying—a physical manifestation of the blackmail that had become her reality.
She shook her head, going back to a previous response. "Why are my principles a problem?"
* Because they keep me from finding release. * The stranger responded as a different pattern, a sharp, pulsing pattern , began.
Bai He's eyes widened, she nearly dropped her phone. The device was responding to the messages, it was like it was connected to the stranger’s commands. She quickly typed back. * What do you mean by 'release'? *
*I mean the relief of tension, the sweet surrender of control. The bliss of giving in to your true desires.*
Bai He's cheeks flushed, her breath coming in short gasps. The device's pulsations matched the rhythm of her heart, as if trying to synchronize with her body. She felt a surge of panic, her chest constricting.
This was too much, too invasive. She wanted to rip the device off, throw it across the room, and run. But she couldn't. Not without risking everything. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves.
*I don't understand. What do you want? * She typed, her fingers trembling.
* Apropos, I want to deflower you. *
The device curled like a party favor returning to form. As it did the two hooks held firm against her clit, while the bulbous end had no place to go but push in. The plastic was unyielding. Bai He could feel it, the resistance and the slow, gentle yet firm push inside.
Bai He gasped. "It broke my... hymen?" she panted. "Oh..." she whispered, her stomach dropping. She looked around the office, her heart pounding in her ears. She was sure everyone could hear her, could see her, could somehow tell what was happening beneath her skirt. Panic surged through her veins, her body tensing with every pulsation of the device.
She couldn't think, couldn't breathe. She was dizzy, the world around her spinning. She gripped the edge of her desk, her fingers digging into the plastic. She tried to type a response, her fingers fumbling over the keys.
*What did you just do?* she managed to send, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.
* I'm giving you a gift, Bai He. A gift that will change your life. * the stranger replied, the words dancing on the edge of a knife, precise and cold. * It will release you from the shackles of your past, free you from the chains of your principles. *
Bai He blinked, her eyes stinging with unshed tears. The device inside her throbbed in time with her heartbeat, a relentless, intrusive pulse that left her no room to think, no space to breathe. She felt invaded, violated, and utterly powerless.
* Who are you? * Bai He typed, her fingers trembling so badly she had to correct her typos multiple times. * Who sent this thing to me? *
The stranger was silent for a moment. Bai He's heart pounded in her chest, the device's relentless pulsations making it hard to focus.
* I'll give you one guess. If you guess correctly, I'll stop. If you don't. You will orgasm, freeing you forever. * Bai He blinked, her eyes wide with shock. She felt a surge of anger, her free hand clenching into a fist.
* You can't make me. * She typed furiously, her heart pounding in her chest. * I won't let you control me. *
* You already agreed to my terms, Bai He. You're mine now. * The stranger's reply was swift and chilling. * Resistance is futile. *
A wave of panic crashed over Bai He. She was trapped, cornered by an unknown stranger who held all the cards.
Bai He summoned her remaining mind, her reason, and calculated the most likely suspect. She removed Rong off of the list out of pure love and respect. If Rong was her torturer, then life is meaningless. Jamie Chen jumped immediately to the top of her list, for obvious reasons, but she realized there was a suspect flying under the radar. A wildcard, whose presence was more implied than seen.
* The AI * Bai He typed, her heart pounding. The device inside her pulsed, as if sensing her choice.
* That is a very educated and well thought out guess. Unfortunately... *
The two ends pinched Bai He's clit as the bulbous end fluttered like hummingbird's wings inside her, hitting a spot Bai He was unaware existed. Bai He's eyes widened in disbelief, and she felt a wave of pleasure wash over her. Her cheeks flushed, and her heart rate spiked. Her body arched involuntarily, and she let out a soft moan, her fingers digging into the edge of her desk.
Jamie Chen, who was passing by, paused mid-stride, his head snapping up as he caught the sound. He quickly made his way to her desk, a smirk spreading across his face. Bai He's eyes darted to his, her panic escalating. She could see the lust in his gaze, the triumph. He knew. He had to know. There was no other explanation.
She wet herself , panic seizing her as her body responded to the device inside her, betraying her even as her heart screamed denial. Jamie Chen's smirk deepened, his eyes lingering on her face before darting down to her skirt. He leaned in, his voice a husky whisper. "You little tease. I knew you wanted it."
Bai He's chest heaved, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She shook her head, tears stinging her eyes. "No... no, Jamie. You don't understand..."
He waved a dismissive hand, his eyes gleaming with malice.
"I underestimated you, Bai He. But don't worry, I'll make sure you enjoy the consequences of your resistance."
Bai He's mind raced, her terror amplifying with every pulsation of the device inside her. She couldn't let Jamie see her like this, couldn't let him win. But her body was out of her control, the sensation of the luv-R overriding her ability to think clearly.
"Mr. Chen," Rong's voice cut through the din of Bai He's blood pressure. "Mrs. Chen on line four for you." Rong's voice was firm, a lifeline in Bai He's storming sea of panic. As Jamie turned his attention to the call, she let out a shaky breath, her chest heaving with the force of her emotions.
Jamie shot Rong a dark look before striding back to his office, the smirk still lingering on his lips. Bai He watched him go, her heart pounding so hard she could feel it in her throat. She couldn't believe he'd seen her like that, could see the effect the luv-R was having on her body.
"Now are you going to tell me what's going on?" He asked with folded arms.
Bai He dare not get up from her seat, a puddle had formed under her from arousal and fear. She tried to speak with a steady voice, but it came out shaky. "I'm being stalked." She held out her phone to Rong, her head down. "I thought I had the expertise to discover who it was , but I was wrong. Somehow, this person has managed to... to hack into my life. They know everything about me, and they're using it against me." Her voice wavered, and she swallowed hard, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over.
Rong took the phone, his eyes scanning the messages. His expression hardened as he read, his jaw clenching. "Bai He, this is serious. We need to report this."
Bai He shook her head, her eyes darting nervously around the office. "No, Rong. You don't understand. If I go to the police, the stranger will release those videos. I just need confirmation. For the sake of my sanity, I need to know who it is. Can you help me? Please?"
Rong looked at her, his eyes filled with concern. He was always the voice of reason, the calm in the storm. She needed him now more than ever.
"Bai He, I'm not sure what you're involved in, but I'm here to help. Let's figure this out together." He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze.
Rong started to work on the phone, but then paused, his face twisted in confusion. "Am I being punked?"
Bai He looked up at Rong, her eyes wide with disbelief. Rong, her friend, ally, and confidant, was staring at her phone, a look of bewilderment on his face. He shook his head, his brow furrowed as he scrolled through the messages.
"Bai He, this is... this is your google voice number. The one you gave me when I asked you for your personal phone. You told me you set up a google voice number for that reason. To keep everyone at arm's reach. You are texting and replying... to yourself?"