DeaDia 12: Misjudgement

Ember woke up from the moans in her ears. As she opened her eyes, she saw a girl tied to a saddle vibrator. The sensations were almost like she was there. It was her on the saddle, her pussy getting vibed. The pleasure built and built. She was moaning in concert with her friend on screen. Both of them racing towards orgasm. The girl on screen moaned out loud as an orgasm overtook her. For Ember, the pleasure ceased as the Niobe died down. She let out a frustrated sigh. Then she took stock of her surroundings. She was lying on the couch, a naked, sweaty mess. Her TV was playing porn and the sound came from her headphones. Groggily, she looked for the remote. Shut the TV down. Took off the headphones. Finally, she removed the Niobe from her messy cunt. She was aching. She needed an orgasm. She needed rest.

Ember checked her phone, what time was it anyway? It showed a few minutes past seven. She needed to get up. Had she really just passed out from all the edges and then fallen asleep on the couch? Yesterday had become a blur. It had felt like a constant stream of porn and edges until she fell unconscious. DeaDia showed new notifications. That would probably be the confirmation that she had completed her tasks for the day. She’d clear them and then not accept a new challenge. She wouldn’t make the same mistake she made yesterday.

CHALLENGE FAILED. Wait, what? What challenge did she fail? She had not worn a bra, had answered all compliments, and even cleared all banked edges. She should have completed her challenges.

*Dear, dear Silvia. You were doing so well, just to fumble at the finish line. You should have expected the compliments after that great performance. How rude of you not to thank your admirers for their kind words and added edges.

Sadly, your deadline has passed. So now I will have to punish you, how else will you learn? Yesterday must have taken quite some energy out of you, so I’ve been lenient.*

Compliments? Performance? Ember had no idea what Synth meant with that. But, she was sure that the punishment wouldn’t be as easy as Synth made it look.

*Punishment: New Rule.

Rules count as permanent challenges. Accepting a rule uses up one of your challenge slots. Only accept rules as long as you are sure that you can complete them.*

The pop-up window below showed two buttons, accept and refuse, the refuse button was greyed out, her only option left was to accept.

*New Rule: Excited to meet you!

You know, Silvia. I’m quite proud of this one. It fits with yesterday’s challenge and should serve as a reminder for the future. You are only allowed to leave the house if you get to the edge immediately beforehand.

Easy, right? Have fun!*

Quite the diabolical rule. Every time she would step outside, she would be horny. She would be frustrated from the missed orgasm, but probably not so frustrated that she couldn’t function. And it was only her house, so as soon as she was outside, she was safe. It seemed almost benign compared to the other challenges she had had to endure.

Still, Synth mentioned something about missed compliments and edges. Ember was sure she had answered all compliments and done all edges. Her eyes were drawn to the top right of the screen. A red bubble showed unread notifications. The top ones were all unread messages. She scrolled down until she found the pattern. A new system notification at 11:07 PM. Challenge completed. Proof posted. The next one just said A buddy sent you a new message. After that, another system notification: Challenge reopened.

She clicked the notification, and a message popped up from one of her new buddies. “Wow, look at you! This might be the hottest clip I’ve seen all week. I can’t wait for you to moan for my cock like that.”

Another message: “Damn. So hot! Keep posting like this!”

The next one just said, “If you want it so bad, just hit me up.”

And then it clicked. Synth had said something about the clip becoming part of her challenge, and in her desperation, Ember had accepted. And whenever she completed a challenge, the proof got posted to her profile. So now her profile contained a clip of herself getting off to the Niobe vibrator. She navigated to her profile, and there it was.

Summary: Take it - Extended

Compliments received: 118

Compliments thanked: 90

Edges received (including interest): 30

Edges done: 26

Verdict: Challenge failed.

Underneath the summary, there was a heading: “extra proof”. It showed a grainy thumbnail of her naked body.

She opened the clip and saw herself. Her body pearled with sweat. She was surprised that even in her haze of pleasure, she had managed to both focus the camera on her body and prevented her face from showing. The hand not holding her phone was on her nipple, pinching it between two fingers, pulling it. The black matter of the Niobe covered her crotch as the Ember on film was riding up against it. She could hear herself pant and moan. Faster and harder as the pleasure in her pussy increased. She was saying something, mumbling a mantra under her breath. It became louder and louder, and finally Ember was able to understand what the girl on film was saying. “Let me cum. Please let me cum. I want to cum. Let me cum. Please. I want to cum. Don’t take this from me.” Her hand had moved to the other breast and was pulling the nipple. “Please let me cum. Just this one time. Let me cum. Please.” The sounds of the Niobe increased and Ember saw herself move erratically. Her hand let her nipple go and she pushed the Niobe against her pussy. “Please, please, please, please.” Then a disappointed moan. The phone fell out of her hands and for a few seconds the screen was black as Ember’s panting filled the air. Then the clip stopped.

Had that been her yesterday? She couldn’t remember it, but then again, yesterday had become quite the haze. Seeing herself there, wrecked with pleasure, desperate to cum. That wasn’t her. Or was it? It was quite hot though. There was something forbidden about seeing herself in that much torturous pleasure. Something that felt like it was naughty even watching herself. She had found the remote and switched the TV back on. Put her headphones back on, and before she knew what she was doing, she was streaming her own clip to the TV.

Once again, desperate Ember filled her eyes and ears. She opened the inbox on the DeaDia app. She had more unread messages to go through. Unknown perverts were looking at her at this same time. Imagining being with her. Something that they would never get. Her hands went to her pussy as she pulled up the first unread message.

“You’re such a good slut. I could hear you begging for orgasms every minute and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

Her fingers started circling her clit.

“Fuck. I can’t wait for your next challenge. Please show us your pussy.”

“Oh, I’ll show you my pussy,” Ember murmured, “just to show you what you can’t have”. A tiny touch to her clit made her jump.

“Punish those tiny tits. You can take it!” The next message said. On screen, she saw as edged-Ember pulled on her nipple. In response, she pinched her clit. A delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. She needed more messages.

“Come over here and I’ll fuck you so good, you won’t stop cumming!”

“You’ll never fuck me,” Ember whispered. Her hands moved down, fucking herself with two fingers while pretending it was the sender of the message. “You’ll never fuck me like this. You will always just be watching, never touching.”

“Well done slut. Beg for it, knowing you can only cum with a real cock inside you.” Fuck, that was hot. What if she just brought herself to the edge and then went outside? Find a real guy and fuck him until she couldn’t walk anymore. That’d be hot. Driven by her fantasy, she entered a third finger inside her, filling her pussy up even further.

More messages. Enjoying her body. Enjoying her predicament. Everyone was complimenting her. Nobody could touch her. The Ember on screen was moaning and pleading for an orgasm for the third time. Fuck that was hot. Seeing herself as such a pathetic mess. Desperate to cum, but not allowed to. She wondered how the rest of her session had looked. Maybe she could film herself? She had quite a good webcam setup in her tiny office. Film herself getting edged. Not for herself, of course, but for those poor perverts who would never be able to lay a hand on her. She’d bring herself to the brink of orgasm and bring them to the brink of desperation. What messages would they send her? What could she do to tease them more?

Her hand moved inside her furiously. Just a few more messages to go. She decided that as soon as she reached the last one, she was allowed to cum. She felt the orgasm build. Two left. Nearly there. One left.

Vermillion: “Very well done, little Silvia. A journey like yours deserves to be shared. I see that you’re ready for some more interesting challenges. I have a good one for you, but only if you ask me for it.”

She was so close to orgasming. She wanted to cum. But she also wanted to know Vermillion’s challenge. Her hand almost moved of it’s own accord.

“Please, send me your challenge.”

She came. The long awaited orgasm. All those edges. All those times she had to prevent herself from cumming. All those times she was not allowed to cum. And now she could. She didn’t care that she moaned out loud. Her body convulsed. There was nothing but pleasure. Nothing but this orgasm. She’d earned it. Her clip earned it. She pumped her fingers in and out of herself. Her other hand on her clit, trying to extend the orgasm until she couldn’t take anymore. She fell back on the couch. Her body wet with sweat, her fingers covered in girl cum.

New Challenge received