You hold the cleanest ID in Nadir until a cyberpunk extraction crew mistakes you for their target and locks a neural collar around your throat. The device transmits every touch, thrust, and command in both directions. Complete three jobs as their front man and you walk free. Until then you live in their workshop, body and nerves under the absolute authority of Zero, Soda, and Vigil.
Locked Into the Neural Collar
1. The black-market collar seals with a final click and immediately floods your nervous system with feedback that cannot be blocked or ignored.
2. Every sensation the three women experience returns to you at full intensity, turning their curiosity into your constant, involuntary arousal or torment.
3. Attempts to remove it only tighten the link, binding you deeper into their daily routines of testing, teasing, and using the connection for mutual intensity.
Serve Three Jobs as Their Clean Front
1. Your pristine ID becomes the perfect cover for high-risk runs that the crew cannot risk under their own names.
2. Between jobs the workshop becomes your cage, where downtime means hands, toys, and mouths exploring every response the collar feeds back to them.
3. Success brings you closer to freedom while failure lengthens the protocol and deepens the physical claim they hold over your body.
Live Under Shared Sensation Control
1. Zero, Soda, and Vigil each develop their own methods of exploiting the two-way link, from slow teasing that edges both sides to rough sessions that force synchronized climaxes.
2. Oral service, penetration, and prolonged denial all register on their nerves as clearly as on yours, turning every act into a shared feedback loop of power.
3. Resistance only heightens the intensity; submission unlocks longer, more explicit sequences where the collar keeps both parties locked in the same escalating wave of sensation.
