Chapter 0 - Turning on the Lights

Satya Vaswani was sat in her quarters reading. It was a favourite pasttime of hers-it gave her time to relax after her missions. While other employees of Vishkar might celebrate a successful mission by drinking or otherwise engaging with others, Satya preferred to spend time alone. Just herself and a good book to read.

However, something was wrong tonight. Namely, her prosthetic left arm had lost all feeling an hour previously. Normally, it didn't feel the same in way as her right hand did but she could always get some synthetic feeling out of it. She chalked it up to a glitch in the nerve matrices connecting the arm to her shoulder. She wasn't worried-unless she was on a mission, she wasn't able to manufacture constructs with the hard-light projector inside so there was no danger of destroying anything.

Suddenly, her glove froze up. She tried to move the fingers or wrist-no response. She sighed and put her book on the computer desk. Before she could do anything else, the arm moved on it's own. The thumb touched the tips of each finger once, then rotated by the wrist a couple of times. Satya looked on in confusion. The arm wasn't due a software update; why would it be going through configuration?

The prosthetic  slowly moved downwards to her lower regions. Satya tried to pull back but she'd lost control. She tried to engage the mental shutdown but nothing happened. Seizing her left upper-arm with her right hand, she tried to pry the arm off of her shoulder, but something had engaged the lock-in. This couldn't just be a glitch.

The glove started to slide Satya's panties down her legs. She attempted to pull them back up with her right hand but the glove was too strong. She tried to push more weight onto her seat but the panties were too far down for it to make a difference. She spread her legs apart as the panties reached the ankles, but her glove moved upwards and rubbed her vagina roughly. The surge of pleasure made Satya's legs close and the panties fell to the floor.

There was no doubt in Satya's mind now: someone had hacked into her glove and was controlling it remotely. But how? Vishkar security systems had been impenetrable by the greatest hackers on the planet. The company had spared no expense-

Satya's train of thought was interrupted by a second surge of pleasure. The glove had lifted her dress to the side and was teasing her entrance. Satya pushed her dress over the top of her vagina, but it didn't stop the glove from assaulting her vagina. It pushed and prodded, but didn't enter. Instead, the glove moved upwards slightly and pushed against Satya's clitoris. The young woman's eye went wide as a wave of pleasure shot through her body.

Was she masturbating? No, she was being masturbated by her hacked glove, surely. She didn't consent to this; how could she be held responsible for it? She tried to close her legs, to fight back against the pleasure, but it still didn't stop her glove from massaging her entrance. Whoever had hacked into the arm was relentless.

The prosthetic fingers began rubbing Satya's clitoris. She made one last attempt to pry the arm away from her nethers but to no avail. The feeling of her clit being rubbed was disgusting, but it also felt...good? Satya was confused. She'd been told by her superiors (in the sex ed classes during her teenage years) that masturbation was bad, but then why was it so pleasurable?

Her glove rubbed her clitoris faster and harder, each rotation sending another surge of pleasure through her. Overcome by the feeling, she began massaging her nipples through her dress with her right hand. She felt so filthy. She was an architect of Vishkar; why was enjoying this? Every spin of her clit sent another jolt of gratification through her body, and the spins were coming thick and fast now.

Satya suddenly bit her lip as her body shook with rapture and her first orgasm crashed over her. It could have lasted several seconds or several minutes-Satya couldn't tell. When it ended, she was panting heavily and sitting in a small pool of sweat and vaginal juices. She tried standing up but her knees buckled and the chair tipped, sending the sweat and juices onto the floor. Feeling had come back into her glove, and she found she could move it now. She shook her head slightly to try to rid herself of the spinning sensation.

A small message popped up on her work screen: "Hope you enjoyed yourself, hermosa. I'll be in 'touch' again soon ;) -Chhaaya." The last word was in Devanagari script, and it meant "shade". Satya wasn't sure what "hermosa" meant, but a quick search told her it was Spanish for "beautiful".

Satya found herself blushing slightly. But what for? For being brought to orgasm? For being called "beautiful"? For knowing that she had a stalker? She deleted the message quickly and pulled her panties back up her legs, trying to tell herself it hadn't happened. That this was just a nightmare. But her vagina still ached with the force of her orgasm, and it felt too real to be a dream.

Another notification came up on her work screen. Chhaaya had sent another message: "Already wiped the footage from the system, but I kept a copy for myself. It only sounds fair to let you have one too <3" A video file was attached. Curious, Satya opened it to see herself trying to fight her glove ten minutes before. The security camera in her room had seen every moment. Satya found herself entranced by the sight of her indecency, and her labia seemed to itch slightly. Her right hand drifted downwards and touched her still-soaked vagina through her panties.

Satya smiled and closed the file, saving it to a private folder. She had enough of a mess to clean up after her first orgasm without adding to it. However, she couldn't help but feel grateful to Chhaaya. She'd needed that orgasm for a long time, but never realized it. Still, her stalker already had the video, and Satya got the feeling they were enjoying it as these thoughts made her way around her head. The thought made her smile a little wider. 

One thing was for certain: she'd found a brand new way to spend time with herself. One she knew she'd grow fond of from now on.