Published: January 9th 2025, 10:41:37 pm
The mechanical glass doors sealed shut behind Halo. She dropped her shoulders, finally letting out a relaxed breath as she began walking down the sidewalk. She shifted with every step. Walking with the cage on was… unsettling. Just the weight of the steel alone was enough to constantly pull her attention, let alone the plate keeping her tightly compressed and flat against her body. At least I got my clothes back, Halo thought to herself, feeling another drip of precum wet the steel of her new prison.
Everything felt different now that she was caged. The way she walked, the feel of her clothes against her body, even the way the neon lights lit the busy streets. Halo pushed past the crowds, wincing with every bump, expecting them to somehow feel that she was caged by the way their shoulders collided.
Halo had never noticed it before. Everything around her felt sexual. The ads that filled the screens of the streets were saturated with beautiful women and seductive posing. Everyone’s clothes felt just a bit more revealing, constantly luring Halo’s eyes to every exposed curve or glisten of saturated light on bare skin.
Halo locked her eyes to the cracked concrete, focusing on each step. She huffed to herself. She had to pull herself together. She had only been locked for less than an hour. If she was going to survive a few days, she couldn’t get so affected by a few holo-screens and some revealing clothes.
For the rest of her trip home, Halo forced her mind to think of anything besides the strain between her legs. The shake of the metro car. The passing conversations of those around her. Anything she could think of, she’d commit the entirety of her focus. By the time she pushed open the door to her apartment complex, she was exhausted.
Halo lived in a crappy fourteen story apartment complex. The rent was cheap, and it was justified. It ran under the philosophy of: “If it isn’t technically illegal, then it’s fine.” The elevator worked, but was well beyond the average person’s definition of “safe”. The walls were scratched and worn, difficult to find even a five foot stretch without paint peeling off the cracked drywall. But the worst part was the walls. They were so thin, Halo could hear the muffled gargle of conversations from every floor as she climbed her way to her 6th story apartment.
Halo closed her apartment door, resting her back against the painted wood. She took a deep breath, peeling off her jacket and walking to her kitchen.
Despite the quality of her apartment complex, Halo did her best to make her home feel cozy and welcoming. She repainted the walls, put throw rugs over the scrapes and gouges in the flooring, and took special care in how she oriented her furniture and lighting. For 300 credits a month, she was pretty proud of the look she managed to achieve.
She pulled open the fridge, taking a moment to observe the depressing diversity of her options. She grabbed a cup of yogurt as her dinner, before flopping down on the couch. She peeled off the crinkling aluminum, before taking a bite.
The only bright side of the thin walls was the entertainment value. Halo sat in the silence of her apartment, taking scoops of her yogurt as she listened to the muffled cacophony around her.
Each of her neighbors had a different vibe. Her upstairs neighbor was active, she thought maybe they were in an aerobics class. During a set time of the day, music would come through the ceiling, coupled with rhythmic pounding. The playlist was always the same, and it always lasted an hour.
For her downstairs neighbor, she liked to imagine they were either a germaphobe, or the owner of seven lovable cats, since their vacuum seemed to be on for half of their waking hours. Her left door neighbor in 602 was quiet, but their door always leaked a strong aroma of food when she walked past it from the stairwell. She had never seen them, but she felt a kinship with whoever they were. Just as she was a budding model, maybe they were a budding chef, keeping their head down as they practiced constantly in their crummy apartment.
Her right door neighbors in 604? They were–
Muffled yelling pierced through the wall. There they go again, Halo thought to herself, scraping her yogurt container clean. Halo listened intently, trying to grasp that night's drama from the few clear words making it through the wall in every heated sentence. They were living a soap opera. They seemed to fight every night, and Halo had become rather invested in their spats. Though no matter how much they fought, their night always ended the same way.
After a few minutes of listening to what seemed like a fight over the dishes, the intensity died down, only to reignite in a different direction, as their heated yelling was replaced with passionate moans.
Halo absentmindedly licked her spoon clean, listening to their moans in the silence of her apartment. She shifted on her couch. Were they always this… intense? Halo squeezed her legs, trying to block out the growing sensation of tightness between them. She sucked her spoon clean again, despite her yogurt being minutes gone.
Halo couldn’t silence the throbbing in her cage. She felt another spurt of precum leak into her already quite wet panties.
“Fuckk…” She whispered to herself. She shouldn’t be listening to this. She knew it was just making things harder. But the girl's moans were intoxicating. The pleasure she was feeling. The pleasure the guy must be feeling, thrusting into her and watching her moan and writhe in pleasure. Before she knew it, her hand was sliding into her panties, rubbing longingly against the flat plate of steel.
Halo whimpered, closing her eyes as her fingers trailed back and forth against the trembling, warm metal. She tried to imagine herself in her neighbors house. How it would look to watch her moan with every thrust. How it would feel to be the one thrusting into her. Her fingers sped up, frantically moving across her balls as she smeared precum across them, praying for just a speck of pleasure to somehow make its way beneath the cruel shield.
The couples moaning stopped for a moment, replaced with the dull thuds of excited footsteps. Halo nearly shrieked as a loud thud slammed against her wall, before the moaning resumed at a much higher volume. Halo covered her mouth, holding herself silent. He was fucking her against their adjoining wall. Halo slowly climbed off the couch. She crept over to the wall, placing her ear on it.
They sounded so close. Like they were in the same room. She couldn’t take it. She tore off her clothes, hastily kicking her soaked panties across the floor before crumpling to the ground. She pressed her back against the wall, feeling the subtle vibrations of every thrust as she frantically rubbed her cage. Her hips bucked jealousy, unconsciously syncing to the man’s thrusts. Her other hand gripped into her chest, squeezing hard enough to leave white streaks beneath her fingers.
“Fuckkk yes! Harder!!” The girl moaned. Halo’s hips responded, flinging precum from her cage as she bucked against the air. The girl’s moans turned to shrieks as her hand slapped against the wall. Halo whimpered silently. Her cheeks burned at the thought of her actions. Her neighbor, getting the fucking of her life on the other side of the wall, while she whimpered naked and caged, leaking precum to the floor with every thrust she felt through the wall.
“Goddd keep going! Don’t stop!!” The pounding hastened. The guy’s grunts become softly audible between the girl’s shrieks of pleasure. Halo’s imagination couldn’t keep up. She longed to see the other side of the wall. Her cheeks burned as the thought of knocking on their door and asking to join pierced her mind.
“Mnggg fuckk yes fill me! Oh fuck don’t stop!! I’m cumming too!!” The girl let out a guttural moan. Halo moaned into her hand, shaking her cage so much her precum slicked balls audibly slapped against her thighs and cage. She whimpered, teetering on the edge as her frantic thrusts strung ropes of precum between her cage and legs like fairy lights.
The thrusting slowed, finally coming to a stop. Despite that, Halo’s hips and frantic rubbing didn’t slow. She suppressed another moan, listening carefully, begging them to go another round. But after a minute or two of silence, she heard the subtle thud of their retreating footsteps.
Halo moaned in frustration, squeezing her legs tight around her cage, bucking in an attempt to fuck her own thighs. She needed more. She needed it! She quickly opened her neural links heads up display. She pulled up the net, quickly searching for the visuals to what she had just listened to. She clicked on the first video result, eagerly rubbing her cage as it started up.
It started with the two sitting clothed on the couch. They were making out, with the guy slowly running his hands over the girl’s t-shirt and between her legs, while she slowly massaged the growing bulge in his pants. Halo bit her lip as the man slid his hand under her shirt, eliciting a soft moan as he massaged her chest. Halo’s hand instinctively matched his, mimicking the motions on her chest, imaging the feeling of his lips on hers instead.
They guy pushed her down across the couch, unbuttoning her before tearing off her shirt and shorts, leaving her in just a set of black, seductive underwear. Halo rubbed faster as he kissed her, unlatching her bra behind her back. Halo leaned in, salivating over what she was so desperate to see, her hand rubbing faster she teetered on the edge.
She was so desperate. Just her tits. Just her tits were enough. She felt her orgasm bubbling in her cage, begging feverishly beneath the metal. He pulled off her bra, causing Halo to moan with the force of his tear.
Halo blinked, trying to clear her eyes. Something was wrong. The moment her bra was ripped away, her tits seemed to drop in resolution. Halo rubbed her eyes, looking again. The more she looked, the more the resolution dropped. Blurry turned to completely blurred, then to pixels, then larger and larger pixels as the boobs blurred out of anything recognizable.
“What the f–” Halo whispered. She looked away from the screen, blinking aggressively. Her apartment looked normal. The video was still playing in the corner of her eye. In her peripherals, the blurring vanished. Halo quickly snapped her attention back to the video, but the instant she did, the pixelation returned.
“Uggh!” Halo fumed. What the hell was happening?! The more she focused on it, the more she strained to see her bouncing chest, the more it blurred and faded out of existence. Every time she looked away, the seeming fix to her tits in her peripherals beckoned her to look back, teasing her before pixelating the moment she gave in.
Halo exited the video, quickly clicking on the next. And the next. No matter what video she tried to watch, no matter how quickly she turned to and from the screen, what she wanted to see the most resided in blurred obscurity just outside her focus.
“What the hell is this!?” Halo burst out. “They didn’t tell me anything about this!” She groaned, slumping back against the wall. It had only been a couple hours at most since they locked her up, and she was already losing her mind. Why’d they have to ruin my stupid orgasm!? Halo cursed, wishing her complaining would do something to ease the desire aching in her core.
She looked down to her glistening cage. She studied it, as though her eyes could unlock it if she took in every detail. Her cheeks reddened. It really was totally, completely flat. It’s like she didn’t even have a cock. To her dismay, she noticed a surge of precum leak from the metal.
She pushed herself off the floor. She blushed upon noticing the pool of precum she left against the cool wood. She grabbed her shirt with her toes, quickly wiping it up with her feet before kicking it to the side.
She didn’t bother getting dressed. Or rather, she didn’t want to. With how horny she was, the thought of getting dressed and ignoring her desperation seemed impossible. She flopped on the couch, absentmindedly fiddling with her cage as she pulled up the net once again. She searched her favorite modeling company, scrolling through their catalogues and runway videos. But the longer she looked, the more she felt uneasy.
It was like an itch deep inside her core, begging her to pay attention to it. The throbbing in her cage spread to her mind, making her feel restless as she watched. She pulled up a new tab, resuming the video she had been watching before. The instant the moans hit her ears, a small sense of relief trickled through her.
She knew watching porn would just make things worse on her, but she couldn’t stop. Her body ached for stimulation, regardless of what it was. She was forced to ignore her cock physically, so her body craved the next best thing. She turned her attention back to the fashion catalogue, feeling her stomach tingle as the moans and intoxicating visuals in her peripherals barraged her senses.
She lost track of how long she maintained this balance; massaging her cage with precum and flicking her eyes between her two screens, pretending she could turn off the porn whenever she wanted. Her arousal constantly crept higher, but at a slow enough rate to allow her feigned control. Who knows, maybe they’d call her tomorrow and tell her she could come in to get the cage removed. She was supposed to test a whole line of new products, so it’d make sense for them to move her on to new things!
Halo closed her eyes, softly bucking her hips against her hand as she imagined the relief. Getting the cage removed and finally cumming again. The thought alone extracted a soft moan.
An abrupt vibration ignited between her legs. Halo yelped, squeezing her legs around the sudden euphoria. She moaned, sliding her hands between her slicked thighs, pressing the vibrations as hard as she could into her throbbing, squished cock.
Feeling them against her hand, she realized just how faint the vibrations actually were. They were a gentle tickle at best, but her pent up frustration and the tightness of the flat cage made them feel overwhelmingly intense on her cock.
She moaned, bucking her hips against her hand, desperately trying to add to the stimulation. Despite how intense the vibrations felt, she felt as though she was barely moving towards the edge. It felt endless, causing her to writhe in twisted pleasure and agony.
“I can’t, I can’t!” Halo squirmed. She closed out of the net, quickly pulling up the number she was given to contact Shorai. She squeezed her jaw shut, holding in her moans as her neuralink began dialing.
Each ring felt excruciatingly long. She bit her lip, trying to silence the vibrations with the pressure of her thighs.
“Goddd!! If you’re going to vibrate, at least let me–!”
“Hello?” Halo immediately cut off her words, trying to feign a smile.
“Mr. Brook, hello! I-I was just calling because I was, um. I was e-experiencing some issues with the product that we hadn’t t-talked about?” Halo’s body squirmed, her voice shaky from trying to strip the arousal from her tone.
“I see. I am your point of contact for your contract, however, I do not know the specifics of the products themselves. I believe Doctor Kelley is still in the lab. Please hold?”
“No wait–!” Music began playing. “Ugggh!!” Halo groaned. Her mind was slowly fogging over. The vibrations’ onslaught was relentless. Her body quivered, teetering just before the edge. Every moment under their cruel stimulation stretched endlessly. They felt so powerful. Like a second beneath their buzz would be enough to cum. And yet, the edge continued to elude her.
She flipped onto her stomach, tossing a throw pillow between her legs. She humped frantically, urging her cage to cooperate and let her slip over.
“Hello?” The music stopped, replaced by Doctor Kelley’s listless voice.
“Yes! Hello! T-this is Halo, I was just calling because I was experiencing some… the product is doing things w-we hadn’t talked about?”
“Mhmm, such as?” Halo could hear Doctor Kelley’s attention focused away from the phone.
“I-It seems to be–” Halo took a deep breath, squeezing her eyes shut in an attempt to expel the dizzying stimulation from her mind. “It’s uh… It’s making my vision blurred in spots?”
“Specifically over nudity, correct?” Halo’s cheeks flushed.
“Um… y-yeah.”
“That is part of the Shorai industries software we installed, and is functioning perfectly. Was that all?”
“N-no! Okay…” Halo’s cheeks were radiant. “Actually, the thing is, i-it’s vibrating and I c-can’t take it! P-please turn it up so I can cum! Or turn it off! Anything!!” Halo took in a sharp breath. Her lungs froze as her body tightened, finally feeling the edge slip just under her feet. Please please please halo mouthed to herself. Just as she felt herself teetering over, the vibrations cut off.
Halo groaned, burying her face into her couch, hiding her embarrassment of edging on the phone with her boss. Her breath was ragged, letting her aching muscles finally relax.
“Th-thank you.” Halo whimpered, barely audible through her couch cushion.
“Thank you? For?”
“O-of course I would have rather f–...finished, but the vibrations were torture.”
“Oh I see the confusion. I didn’t turn them off. I suppose they just happened to pause at that moment.” Halo lifted her head, staring into the couch cushion as she processed.
“Paused?”
“Correct. Once the wearer has watched 3 hours of porn, the vibration system is activated. You were only locked up 4 hours and 27 minutes ago, so you hit the benchmark surprisingly fast.” Halo could hear Doctor Kelley’s pen scratching. “...Anyways, that system is autonomous. I don’t control it from here. It will vibrate at varying levels of intensity, for varying amounts of time, with varying stretches of rest between sessions, always stopping just shy of an orgasm.
“N-no, that’s not…” Halo’s mind raced, feeling her cock throb and leak, still pressed against her pillow. “I-I don’t think… N-no! How am I supposed to handle that!? Wh-what about sleep!?!”
“Don’t worry, all of Shorai industries products have been vetted for safety. There are different parameters for the vibrations during sleep, to allow you to get the required amount of REM sleep, without pausing the program completely.”
“O-okay, but… Okay can’t you just record that the vibrations are too–... Can’t you just turn them off and then take note that they were too intense or something?! I’m gonna… I’m gonna lose it!”
“We must maintain consistency with the experiment's predetermined plan to maintain its integrity. Of course we are quite interested in your thoughts, however. We’ll give you an opportunity to explain your experiences in your scheduled checkup next week. See you then.”
“W-wait, next week!?!?!” Click!
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Hope you all enjoyed the 3rd chapter for our CYOA!! What do you guys want to happen next? Be sure to post your ideas for the direction of the next chapter, and we can vote/compile them into part 4! Very excited to see what you guys think of, and I hope I captured as many of your ideas for chapter 3 that I could fit together cohesively!
Special thanks to one of you who commissioned this chapter in order to get it out as early as possible for everyone! Was fun to work on this again after such a large break!