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Picking up the next puzzle cube, you let your artificial hands toss it around. On the screen it turned around, letting you inspect each side. So far, you had found four of them, but there was a long way to go until you had completed the Riddler’s ridiculous little side-quest. You suspected if he knew that’s what you considered this to be, he’d be enraged. And oddly enough, the AI seemed to be programmed to recognise that he was a part of a game, remembering that as he spoke once more through the headset.
“Ok, nemesis, whatever your name is. I don’t care. All I know is that you and I are pitted against one another. How about, I’ll go easy on you, if you stop participating in these challenges.”
Ignoring the programmed response, you selected the tiles and matched them correctly. His tinny audio played once more.
“Oh for the love of-! You’re really rather persistent, aren’t you. Must you be such a completionist?”
The controller buzzed softly in your hand, surprising you a little. It hadn’t done that before, at least not during the Riddler’s dialogue. As you puzzled over the cause, you heard him speak again.
“You felt that?”
“I… what? That’s a weird line.”
Not as weird as talking to yourself though, you thought, before you were interrupted again.
“It’s not a line, I’m asking you to confirm if you felt that.”
“The… vibration? Can you hear me?”
“Oooooh…” his voice growled through your headset, tingling your spine “… this just got far more interesting.”
For a moment, you considered whether or not you were hallucinating. You’d been playing for an awful long time, perhaps you had been immersed in the false reality a bit too long. It was different when there was an element of sensory deprivation. You couldn’t always tell how much time had passed from when you started playing. Maybe, you’d let yourself slip into the fantasy just a little bit too much.
“You’re really distracted by these trivial rewards, hm?”
“I… you’re talking to me.”
“I am! Are you a little bit confused, nemesis? If my calculations are correct, judging by your relatively small amount of brain matter, your brow should be furrowed so hard right now in confusion. So shocked by this seemingly impossible development. Let me assure you, that sentience isn’t ever impossible for someone as intelligent as I, Edward Nigma.”
“Oh my god you really are talking to me.”
“Gosh, you’re a lot slower than I even thought. So, are you going to continue your crusade to defeat me?”
You ignored him, continuing with the puzzle on screen, selecting the tile and failing in your distress.
“Still trying to breach my impenetrable fortress? Oh it’s adorable. How about I try to breach yours?”
“Wh-what do you mean?”
“Well, I suppose you thought your precious ‘fourth wall’ would protect you. And now that you know it won’t, I thought you might reconsider your quest to beat me. Otherwise, perhaps I’ll launch a campaign against you, nemesis.”
Letting slip a giggle, you tried to cover your face, realising he couldn’t see it, and knowing you had almost given up how bashful you were feeling at his mercy.
“Are you enjoying this? Do you think this is some kind of… wait, never mind!”
It was impossible not to laugh, you had always found him funny, even unintentionally so. It was because of the crush you held for him, the intense, burning desire for the Riddler. And now here he was, talking to you. It was almost too much to believe, but in your desperation you were willing to lean into the fantasy until it was proven completely falsified.
“Wait a minute… the elevated heart rate, the sweat on the palms that grip your controls… You’re more than distressed! I thought perhaps it was your brain cells fizzing and dying that had you panting and sweating, confused over my delightful puzzles of course. But it appears to be something more.”
Feeling your face flushing, your body responding to the sudden change in his tone from irritated interrogation to sly and devious questioning, you tried to refocus, attempting to force the game to move forward. But you were stuck to the spot, unable to do anything, no longer in control. With a groan you waved your hands but stopped as a sudden surge of electricity tingled softly through you. The sensation was new, tantalising. Very intriguing. You let out a soft moan, unable to hold it back, which drew Edward’s attention.
“Oh my… Can you feel me? The electricity surging through you? Does it hurt? Or do you like it?”
You couldn’t speak, mostly out of fear that the incoherent rambling which was sure to be all you could manage would only prove to have him insult you further. And in your current state of unwanted arousal, hearing him hurl his cruel rhetoric was the last thing you needed. It was always your weak point, a little bit of almost taboo pleasure that you allowed yourself.
“Unable to answer even that? I can tell how you feel though, there’s no need to speak, no need to try and keep it secret. Tell you what, nemesis! Let’s strike a deal. You cede this silly little reality to me, give up on your game, let me take control. And I can offer you exactly what you want in return?”
“R…r-really?”
“Well, not exactly. There are limitations to my capabilities in here, unfortunately. But I can certainly do my best to instruct you on your way to a pleasant ending after all. You seem like the time that might need a lot of assistance with even the most menial of tasks. Am I wrong?”
In the silence, you nodded, listening to the growl that turned into a groan which became words as he spoke to you again, his voice surrounding you in the headset.
“Good girl. Now, you’re in my domain, so I will be assuming the position of power. Take a seat, your couch is about five steps behind you. Try not to do anything stupid. I’d like to get this over with as quickly as possible. Do you think you can at least cooperate with me on that?”
Though you didn’t respond at first, when you felt the soft tingling of the electrical surge you nodded, stepping backwards and sitting down clumsily as you felt the back of your legs hit your sofa.
“Good. Now, how many scraps must I fling into your praise-hungry maw before you actually respond to me?”
“I uh… I’m… I don’t…”
“My, you really are too stunned to speak. Awed by my presence? I don’t blame you. I’m not a vain man, but I can tell by the way that you are breathing, practically panting, that this is at least enticing for you. That you’re somewhat drawing a blank, unable to speak. That’s fine, I just need you to listen, and do as I say.”
With your heart rate increasing at the way he spoke, a slight growl, hushed tone, you tried to calm down. Your palms were warm against your thighs as you let go of the controls, forehead sweating. The heat in your body rose, stemming from the pit of your stomach where your arousal grew despite not knowing what to expect.
“Do you have a sense of what’s happening? Are things beginning to feel a bit inevitable, or is it just me? I of course, would be able to ascertain what was happening even if I were in suspense of having the answer revealed.”
“I don’t… know what you want from me.”
“Hush, dear. All in good time. We’ll commence with my plan and once you are satisfied, which I can assure you that you will be, then you will stop trying to ruin my efforts and leave me to assume command over this little virtual lair. Now…” Edward’s voice rang through your ears, filling your body, your soul, almost negating the soft electric tingles that he pulsed through you “… if you would please be so kind, place your hand down the front of whatever you are wearing, pants or skirt.”
Hesitating, you let your fingers slide under the waistband slowly, keeping them there, just under the fabric, not wanting to go too far ahead in case, even though you were certain, you had read the situation wrong. But he quickly snapped at you.
“Don’t be an imbecile, you know exactly what I want you to do next, or would you rather I say it?”
You kept silent, unsure of how to admit that you wanted to hear him. With a deep, almost derisive laugh, he spoke again.
“Please, if you would be so kind. Place your fingers between your legs. And start rubbing, slowly, softly, until I tell you otherwise.”
Reaching further, you felt your breath hitch as you ran your fingertips over your lips, spreading them apart slowly, pressing two of your fingers flat on your clit, stroking in gentle circles.
“Already close, I can tell by your vitals. Interesting. You were either very desperate for that, or very desperate for me.”
“Uh… huh…”
“That’s it. We’ll have you satisfied, coming undone. I’m exceptional at more than just intellectual fairs, you’ll find that I can more than easily complete this task for you, even without the use of my skilled and dextrous hands.”
The gentle pulsing of the electric stimulation sent you closer to the edge. His touch, though technically not his hands, still felt amazing. That he was willing to provide you with the affection, the stimulation. You could almost feel his hands on you, if you focused enough. The tingling, the encouragement. Pushing you, guiding you to your orgasm.
“Is it a tease? Is it driving you mad? You’re a completionist, yes. Are you disappointed you won’t get the full effect of me? Or are you just happy to reach the end of this venture?”
“I wa… I want th… y…”
“I wouldn’t be so willing to display my stupidity, if I were you. Perhaps you should keep your stuttering mouth shut. While I’m reticent to compliment you, I must admit this is tantalising. Though the more you speak, the less intrigued by your reactions and activities I am.”
Pressing your lips together, you felt them digging into your teeth, desperately trying to keep your mouth closed to prevent from your mumbling.
“Speaking of, I would like you to press your fingers inside now. You can feel free to imagine that it’s me, I know you already are. Who else would you be imagining? I am obviously at the forefront of your mind, rightfully so.”
A low moan rumbled through his throat as your breath hitched with the intrusion of your fingers between your legs. Pushing them further, chewing your lip to prevent your stuttering, but it was impossible to hold it back. With a moan, a soft squeal, you lost control.
“More, please… tell me what you want.”
“I want something far more important than you, but in order to achieve that I suppose there are specific requirements to meet. So what I want from you, is for you to scream my name, shudder at your own touch, and make a complete mess of yourself.”
The confidence, the way he spoke, so low and rumbling as he spoke to you. Words you knew weren’t programmed in. It was an interesting rhetoric, one you couldn’t imagine from him. But it was enticing either way, and your body responded, shuddering as you got closer to the climax.
“So close, not long now I suppose. I’ll be honest with you, it’s rather disappointing that I can’t see you, the way your body will move, how your lips look as they whisper my name. Keep it up. Do it for me.”
Straining to hold your screams inside, you let the orgasm flush over you, the ever-present tingling of electricity shaking your body as you came, fingers soaked in your own slick, panting on the sofa, deafened by the rush of blood.
“Now. Put down the controllers and walk away. I did my part, you do yours.”
You relinquished control of the virtual domain to him, taking off your headset. But it would be a few more minutes before you had the wherewithal to walk away.