0 comments/ 51840 views/ 12 favorites Interface By: MorganHawke For Jay Demo Version Carefully, Jay laid the compact disk in the CD tray, then watched it slowly retreat into the bowels of his computer. Colors danced across the monitor until a blue field filled the screen with the title 'Virtual Sex'. A gray box with a single button commanded the very center of the blue field entitled: 'Go'. He eyed the simple gray button with doubt in his green eyes. Jay picked up the colorful envelope that had originally contained the rainbow hued disk then leaned back in his tall-backed leather office chair. "The most realistic virtual sex experience of a lifetime," he read out loud sarcastically. Below the advertisement blurb was the word 'demo.' He flipped the envelope over and glanced at the back. Totally blank; no pictures or even text. "Right, sure, and I'm only supposed to use my headphones with this thing?" he said, raising a skeptical brow. As an experienced programmer Jay had run across lots of programs touting themselves as 'virtual sex.' Nothing so far had come close to living up to its name. "Right, whatever. This is the first time I've ever seen a virtual sex program that didn't have lots of weird and expensive equipment to go with it," Jay sighed then leaned over to lock the door to his room. The last thing he wanted was one of his roommates to barge in while he was sitting here with his dick in his hand. He combed his fingers through his shoulder-length, dark red hair then pulled up his mostly clean t-shirt. Slowly he unzipped his jeans and shoved them down around his ankles then spread his knees wide to give himself some room to maneuver. He stared at the simple gray 'Go' button on the screen. "Let's see what this thing can do," he muttered. With grave doubts, he pulled his high-tech head-phones over his ears then clicked the 'Go' button. "Close your eyes," appeared in bold type, centered in an empty blue field on his computer screen. A curser dash blinked after the words. "Whatever…" he mumbled then closed his eyes with a disgusted sigh. A whisper brushed his left ear then breezed around behind him to hum in his right ear. Music swelled from a distant echo shifting and changing until it sounded reminiscent of something done by Enigma. He felt a breath on his cheek. "What?" he said with a jerk and his eyes snapped open. He was still sitting in his chair, but the rest of the world was totally different. He was completely nude and his chair was seated in a total void. There was a Persian rug below the chair but there appeared to be no flooring, walls or ceiling, just unrelieved white. He clapped his hands to his ears. The headphones were gone. He couldn't feel them at all, but he could still hear music playing subtly in the background. Three gorgeous completely nude women knelt on the rug in front of his knees. Lust slammed low in his gut and surged straight to his dick. The woman on his left was tallest of the trio and willowy with long athletic legs and a dark tan. She had Hollywood curves, like an hourglass with an extra five minutes at all the right places, slim hips and severely upright, very full breasts with pink nipples. Long silky blonde hair slid past her waist and her brilliant blue eyes were framed in dark lashes. Her lips were pink, pouty and glistening wet. The woman on his right was very generously curved and muscular with warm cocoa skin and very long, pitch-black curly hair. Dark nipples pointed upward on magnificent breasts. Her dark bangs cut straight as a razor above rich chocolate eyes. She smiled with full red lips. The pink tip of her tongue slid out to wet them. The woman in the middle caught his gaze and held it. Her eyes were the green of new leaves and her hair was the vibrant red of gilded flames. Blazing waves tumbled over one emerald eye then over her shoulders and down to the middle of her back. Her skin was milky white and her body was full and curvy without being overblown. Her hips were rounded with a narrow waist and her full breasts were tipped with warm pink nipples. Her lips were moist and touched with gold and cinnamon. "Wow…" he choked. His dick began to twitch and fill with serious interest. All three stood up before his chair. Three sets of incredible nipples were pointed directly at his mouth. "Choose," they said with machine precision unison and in perfect tonal harmony. Their combined gaze was playing havoc with his libido. 'Holy fuck,' he swore to himself. Chills ran down his spine and the hair on his arms stood at attention. His dick was growing painfully hard. 'This is the most incredible program I've ever run across and we haven't even started fucking!' He reached out and rubbed his dick to ease the strain he was starting to feel. 'I feel pretty real,' he thought. I wonder how real they feel?' "You must pick one of us," said the golden blonde in a sweet delicate voice and a luscious smile. "What?" He had to pick only one? 'What the hell,' he told himself, 'it's only a game, might as well make the most of it.' Jay leaned back to let his cock have room. Three pairs of eyes dropped to his lap. The ladies all smiled and a light chuckle came from the delicate blonde. "We are here to serve you," said the dark beauty in a husky voice that oozed heat. "Make your selection," said the gilded redhead in a rich contralto that went straight to his cock. It twitched in reaction. He blushed in reaction then shrugged it off. "Can I have all of you?" Jay choked out and straightened in the chair, trying to make himself and his hard-on, more comfortable. "This is only the demo version," they said in unison. "There can be, only one," added the glorious redhead. "In that case…" He reached out and took the hand of the redhead. 'Damn,' he thought in surprise, 'she feels awfully real to me. This is one hell of a program!' He cleared his throat in nervousness. "I choose you." His voice shook. The other two ladies bowed then stepped back and vanished into thin air. "Hey!" Jay yelped in surprise. "My, people sure come and go around here," he quoted, thinking of a popular children's movie. The flame-haired temptress smiled, her eyes deep pools of emerald, she leaned over his chair. He felt the weight of her hand as she took hold of the shoulder of his chair for balance. Her hair swept around him in a curtain of flaming silk. The heavy softness of her hair brushed his skin like cool hand on his heated skin. She leaned forward and touched her lips to his. Moist warmth touched his mouth and he opened without thinking, closing his eyes to enjoy the sensations. Her tongue darted in to stroke his and he returned the caress. Jay turned his head to more fully cover her lips. She pressed her full breasts against his chest and he felt her hard nipples against his skin. She pressed against him, her skin very smooth, almost cool against him. 'She certainly feel real,' Jay thought staggered with the experience. He felt a warm hand wrap around his hard-on. Gently she explored the soft smoothness of his urgent flesh, the smooth length then the swollen purple head with its sensitive edge. She wrapped her fingers around him then stroked him slowly, but firmly, up then down, then again. Her inquisitive fingers stopped then slid lower. He shifted in the chair to let her explore. Her hand dove under him to explore his firm balls, rolling them gently in her palm. He groaned as she burrowed the other arm behind him and scooted her warm and very real weight onto his lap and she was straddling him. The arms on his chair disappeared suddenly and he grabbed her for balance. His palms pressed against skin hat felt warm and very much alive. She cradled his hardness with the moist and heated entrance of her clean body, fragrant with female heat and her gripping palm. "God, you smell so good…" he groaned. He ran his palms down her back to cup her round buttocks. Gently he dug his fingers into her resilient flesh. He was suddenly glad of his wiry build, or they both would have never fit in his chair. "Give me a name, Master," she whispered then moved down to slide her lips and tongue against his throat. A hand burrowed in his hair, nails scoring him lightly. Her other hand stroked his hardness slowly, achingly slowly. "Master… I like that," he shivered under her damp tongue and firm palm, "but call me Jay." "Very well," she sighed. "Give me a name, Jay," she sighed then nibbled against the pronounced muscle in his neck with sharp little teeth. She released his cock and pressed both hands against his chest, her fingers tugged on his nipples lightly. Heat streaked straight down, making his cock jump between them. "A name?" he shifted his hardness against her. Her damp pussy slid against his erection enticingly. He could feel moisture from her dripping warmly down his shaft. He filled his hands with her soft breasts. He molded them in his palms then tugged gently on her nipples. She whimpered softly. "You must give me a name, to save your game," she insisted. "Oh, okay… um, how about..." he was having trouble thinking. God this felt good. This was a game? Hell, this was only the demo? He was probably asleep and dreaming, but God, he'd never dreamed anything like this before! Briefly a comic book image came to mind. "Dawn, your name is Dawn." He shuddered as she lifted herself against him, pressing her breasts against his face. "I am Dawn," she said as she pressed against him. He filled his mouth with a soft pink nipple. She tasted faintly of cinnamon and sugar. Bringing his hands up, he gently crushed both nipples to his lips. His tongue swirled then he sucked, drawing the erect pink flesh deep into his mouth. She rewarded him with a deep pleasurable sigh. She shifted against him, centering his impossibly hard shaft against her pussy. He felt her move against the swollen head of his cock then position herself so that he was partway in. He groaned at the teasing then tightened his ass muscles, seeking entrance. She dropped suddenly into his lap, engulfing his cock deep into her pussy. They both grunted, then sighed in pleasure. She leaned forward and rocked against the hardness deep in her flesh. Her damp heat squeezed around him then tugged, gripping him hard as she came up and he slid partway out, slick with her moisture. She settled back onto his shaft and leaned forward again. The chair rocked under them. 'She's good, she's getting it just right… shit!' he though in agony. He raised his hips and ground his painfully hard cock up into her softness, increasing the tempo. He bit his lip in concentration. He didn't want to lose it, this early in the game, but sweet Christ! She took the hint and rocked a little faster, digging her toes into the rug for leverage. He took a sweet nipple into his mouth and sucked. She whimpered softly then grabbed the back of the chair pulling herself, going a little faster, grinding a little harder. Her hips writhed and she twisted around his shaft. Her breathing increased and she panted in his ear. Tiny whimpers became outright moans as she squeezed her ass muscles, increasing the pressure around his cock. "Oh, fuck," he moaned. "Fuck, fuck FUCK!" he swore. He could feel the tightness in his balls, he was going to cum. Tension sizzled up his spine, shooting up the back of his neck. His toes dug into the rug as he surged hard up into the softness clenched around his cock. He grabbed for her hips and slammed her down, holding her firmly on his cock as he felt his cum surge from his balls. He rocked forward, holding her pinned as he pumped his cream into her. She screamed her orgasm, her flesh shuddering around him, milking the cum from his cock… He howled… and snapped awake. Jay watched, hands clenched on the arms of his chair, as a thick rope of his cum spurted from his dick straight up to spatter against his chest and chin. He grunted in surprise then grabbed for his dick, pointing the heavy stream he continued to pump out, away from his face. He groaned in agonizing pleasure as his cum landed on his keyboard in viscous white clumps. He couldn't stop himself as grunting, he pumped cum all over his computer and himself. "Jesus Fuck!" He swore. He'd never, ever cum that way before. Damn, the shit was everywhere, all over his face, jeans, his shirt and the floor too. How the hell was he going to clean this mess up? On the cum-spattered monitor the words: 'Game Over' blinked in red. Beneath it was the phrase: 'Game saved – DAWN'. "I gotta buy the rest of this game!" Jay said in wonder. "Shit! How the hell am I gon'na get all the cum off my keyboard?" Copyright © 2002 Morgan Hawke. All Rights Reserved. All Wrongs revenged. Interfacing The following is entirely fictional and is not meant to bear any resemblance to other persons or events real or imagined, living or dead. Any resemblance is entirely coincidental. I give my permission to save a copy of this if you like, but please do not upload it elsewhere unless A you have my permission and tell me where, and B you leave in all included text. The following involves sex acts between an adult man and woman, the consensuality of which is dubious at best. It also includes BDSM themes as well as brainwashing, mind control, and the implication of the death of characters not directly related to the story. * ABLEcorp technology division has been working on advanced brain-computer interfacing for several years. They've made great advancements in the field, but nothing as yet that can be easily mass-produced, and what they've discovered has been largely kept secret. "I need test subjects, I think I might be onto something but I can't test accurately without a human subject." Edward Berry, about 36, he is one of the men most responsible for the discoveries made by ABLEcorp in regard to brain-computer interface technologies. Currently heading a project geared toward reading memories and thoughts. "Would you be kind enough to volunteer, Shanna?" Over the past few months, several of Dr. Berry's assistants have spontaneously resigned. Shanna Reeves, a few months short of 19 is one of the few still left. "Is it.. safe this time?" She asked, remembering the last time she played guinea pig for Dr. Berry and the headache she was left with for a week afterward. "Yes absolutely, I've completely worked out the feedback problem we had last time. If you feel anything this time around it should be pleasant, instead." Dr. Berry reassured her. "I guess.." She responded, still somewhat skeptical. She follows him back to the Interface Testing Chamber door, where Dr. Berry uses his keycard, then palm print, then put the passcode into the keypad. For security reasons the Interface Testing Chamber must remain locked at all times. Once inside, the door locks behind them and will only unlock again with the same requirements, or will automatically unlock in case of emergency. "Please, sit down." he motions to the chair in the center of the room "I'll be with you in a moment." Shanna moves over to the chair. She sits down and straps herself in as protocol requires for testing, leaving the last strap for Dr. Berry to fasten since she is unable. After a short while, Dr. Berry finishes adjusting the machine. He walks over to where Shanna is sitting, looking somewhat more excited than she expected, and fastens the remaing strap. "Perhaps he's discovered something more amazing than simply being able to read one's memories? Considering the lack of headway we've had so far, that seems unlikely." She thinks. "Alright, it's about time to begin." He places a helmet device onto Shanna's head. "If you would please strap this into a comfortable position. You know what needs to go where by now." "Yes sir." She straps everything on tightly, ensuring her long hair stays out of her face. "Ready... I think." As he begins the interface (by dramatically throwing a large switch, no less) she cringes, expecting another instant brain-melting migraine. Instead, she's surprised by a rather pleasant, massaging sort of feeling coming from inside her head. Dr. Berry wheels a monitor out in front of her. On the monitor it appears to be a normal computer desktop format, albeit an OS she doesn't recognize. "See? Told you I fixed it." "So what is this, then?" she asks. His smile grows a bit wider, "This is your mind. This displays all your thoughts and memories. There are even files in here that describe who you are as a person. Your goals, ambitions, habits, things that make you happy, things that make you sad, things that make you angry... it's all being displayed here. "From this display I can find and play back any memory of yours, whether you would be able to access it yourself or not. If I've programmed this correctly, anything you can't remember because you've blocked it out for one reason or other should be viewable as well, although it may take some more time to read." "This is...A-" "-Amazing?" "W-" "-Well, yes." "...Ca-" "Can I finish wha- I mean, sorry. Yes, you may. I was just reading your current thoughts as they were appearing in your mind." he repeatedly interrupts. Then, Dr. Berry brings up a series of files. The first one was an image of a young boy, the second was a video clip from her point of view of a kiss, and the third a video clip of what appears to be a shaved male pubic area moving closer, then further away rapidly, then a few others with no preview icon. "Now, I'm going to ask you what these memories are and have you give me some description." He said, then maximizes the first file. "Who is this, to you?" "That would be my first boyfriend, Niel Holzworth." She answers. "Alright." He said, and scribbled something down on a piece of paper. He brings up the second file. "Describe for me what is happening here in this memory." "I think that's my first kiss, with Niel again. I remember it felt different than I expected." She replies. "Very good. Now for the third" He said, switching to the next video clip. "Er.. well..." her face turned bright red "This is.. the first time I ever had any sort of sex with anyone. I.. fellated Niel in the back of his car. I haven't done much else though, I'm still a virgin..." "Wonderful." He takes some more notes. "These next files are the descriptive sort that I mentioned earlier. The first one says that you hope to one day lead your own research group and make a great discovery, is this true?" "Yes sir." "This next describes how if you become successful you intend to become a public figure and role model to hopefully inspire more women to study and become scientists and researchers like yourself, is this correct?" "Yes sir, it's been a dream of mine." "And this last one says that you intend to get married before you let someone take your virginity, yes?" "Er..yes, sir." After her final answer, he presses some keys and the files disappear from the screen. "Now tell me, who was your first boyfriend?" He asked "I... can't remember. I think something's wrong, doctor I just told you this a few minutes ago." She responds. "Do you remember your first kiss?" "...No..." "Your first sexual activity?" "No, I can't remember these things, but I remember telling you about them, what's going on doctor?" "What would you do if you became successful?" he continued "I don't know, probably buy a nicer house?" "Would you let someone take your virginity before you married them?" "Sure, I don't see why not, don't most people do that anyway?" "Doctor, you still haven't told me what you're doing there, why can't I remember?" She asks, becoming increasingly concerned though still not as concerned as she should be. Dr. Berry turns away from the monitor to face Shanna. "Did you ever wonder why my other assistants kept leaving so suddenly? I'll tell you." He paused "They didn't leave, per se. I used them to test the machine. So far it hasn't worked, you were lucky to only get a headache last time. I've been testing it on all my female assistants, the first girl who I tested on after you died because the machine malfunctioned and cooked her brain. The second again died because it caused her brain to stop controlling her heart and breathing. The third girl is almost totally braindead, and the fourth now lives entirely in a world of hallucinations. Those two are in ABLEcorp mental facilities. You're the first person it's fully worked on. I guess you got lucky twice." "Y... you're kidding right? You're just joking with me?" "I'm afraid not." "Then... why did you tell me this? Aren't you afraid I'll tell someone, or... no, no you can't do that!" She struggles against the straps holding her into the chair. "Indeed I can. ABLEcorp has given me full control of this project, they'll allow me to do whatever I want with you as long as it's in the name of keeping this all a secret. All I have to do is say that you accidentally found out about the others and they'll cover everything else for me." "But what about my family? They'll find out eventually, won't they?" "They might try, but I've made backups of all your memories. In a few months I'll rewrite a few and let you ruin your relationship with them yourself, or have you send them a message saying that you're going to live in Africa or something that will keep them from looking." She begins crying "Oh, god, please don't do this! I won't tell anyone, I'll forget any of this ever happened!" "I know you won't." He responds, that smile still spread across his face. "You're right, you will forget. However, you're missing the point here. I'm not just doing this to shut you up, otherwise why would I have told you in the first place? I'm going to reprogram you into the perfect little slave girl." She continues to cry, but can't respond with anything more than "Please don't." or some variation. He presses a few keys on the computer. "And now, I'll run the program I wrote for just this occasion. What it's going to do is get rid of all your useless memories, as well as your descriptors, and replace them with the ones I've programmed in. When that's done in about half an hour, I'll fine tune some things and then we can go home." He presses another button, then walks into a side room. Shanna felt a steady pain spreading through her head. She fought the machine, running through as many of her memories as possible as quickly as possible. She can feel everything slipping away. Her family, her friends, anyone she'd ever loved, any stranger she'd ever met or seen, gone. Any time she'd ever laughed or cried or felt happy or angry, gone. Her favorite foods, colors, music, books, her hopes and dreams, anything she hated, anything she enjoyed, gone. Her age, her height, weight, hair color, eye color, even her name. Anything telling her who she was. Gone. Then the pain stopped, and it was replaced with another feeling, an erotic feeling. She became wet, she felt an overwhelming urge to rub herself, but the bindings prevented it. Then, she started to "remember" things. Her master's name, all the things she enjoys doing, doing for him, and having done to her. She remembers that she is Dr. Berry's fucktoy. She remembers that her one true purpose in life is to serve him, and anyone he wishes her to serve. She even remembers that her name is Slut Number 5, Slut or 5 for short. She remembers everything Dr. Berry expects her to remember. Dr. Berry returns a short while after. "Well then, can you remember everything now?" he asks Slut Number 5 "I can remember everything, Master, can we go home now?" she responds. "Not quite yet, Slut. I still need to change some things in that tiny mind of yours." "Thank you, Master." she waits patiently while Dr. Berry rewrites some files. "There, that should be good. I've made it so that you are physically unable to orgasm unless I order you to do so and you won't be able to ask, but you will be aroused far more often than before and will stay on the edge of orgasm for hours. I've also made it so that if I say a certain phrase you will go into a trancelike state where you'll do absolutely anything I order you to do regardless of the consequences. With a few other phrases I can make you feel pain or pleasure, cause you to be unable to speak, hear, taste, see and feel... have you fall asleep or wake up instantly, even make you lose control of your bowels and bladder if I want to humiliate you." "Thank you Master. Are we going home now?" she askes. "Don't be so impatient," he removes her arm bindings and takes the hedgear off of her "I still need to test some things out." He moves to stand next to her and unzips his pants. She knew what to do next. She fishes out his cock and strokes it until it's hard. Then she wraps her lips around it and bobs her head up and down on his member, pausing every so often to lick the underside of the head. With one hand she grips the base of his dick tightly, and with the other she massages his testicles. As he's about to cum he grabs handfuls of her hair and fucks her face, hard and fast. He spurts while he's still thrusting, spraying cum in her face and down her throat. "I'm so glad it worked on a blonde." he says. "Thank you Master" she said again, scraping the cum off of her face and into her mouth to swallow as Dr. Berry undoes the straps on her legs. "Now strip, Slut." He orders. She complies, stripping nude in front of him. He locked a collar with the words "Slut Number 5" engraved on the front around her neck. He has her bend over, and he stuffs a medium sized buttplug into her. They leave and he drives home with her in the trunk. He parks the car in the garage and closes the garage door before opening the trunk. He leads her down to his basement, where he's been keeping various restraints and toys, as well as a cage with a padded floor. "Alright, Slut. Since you're mine, I get to break your freshness seal. Your first time shouldn't be with a real man though, so I'm going to break you in with something else." He walks her over to a padded sawhorse and chains her to it laying facedown, arms at each side and legs spread revealing her open fuckhole and plugged ass. "Don't go anywhere." He laughs before walking upstairs. He returns a short time later with a dingy wood-handled plunger. "This is about what you deserve for a first time, I think." "Thank you, Master" she replies as he walks around behind her. He doesn't need to lubricate the handle since her pussy is still so wet, given she hasn't been allowed to cum yet. He sharply thrusts it in, breaking her hymen and roughly prodding her cervix, producing a short squeal of pain followed by an effort on her part to muffle it. He then twists and angles the plunger handle inside of her, causing her to squirm. He removes the handle, a small trickle of blood following it, and holds it in front of Slut's face for her to lick. He then harshly rams his dick into her pussy, fucking her hard and fast. If he wanted he could last quite a long time, but there's no need. Slut Number 5 is his now and he doesn't need to worry about her pleasure, so he doesn't. He fucks her roughly as she continues to contain her voice. Then, almost as quickly as he started, he pulls out and sprays on her ass. By this point it's getting to be pretty late. He wipes his cock on her face and steps away. He returns dragging a large box with him, and lays it on the floor in the middle of the room before returning to where Slut is bound. He yanks the plug out of her ass quickly, causing her to yelp. He then unchains her from the sawhorse and leads her over to the box. He opens the box to reveal a sort of padded cavity, then he straps her arms together behind her. "Get in, on your back." he instructs her, and she lays on her back in the center of the cavity. First, he straps her abdomen in place across her stomach tightly. Next, he moves her legs folded into position with her knees up beside her breasts and straps them there just as tightly. He holds her head in place, looking straight upward relative to her torso, and straps it in place as well. After she's been secured in the box, he opens 3 latches from openings in the box corresponding to where her mouth, pussy, and asshole are strapped. He then inserts 3 rounded steel dildos through the openings, penetrating her, and latches them in place. The bindings and position are extremely uncomfortable, but her brainwashing doesn't allow her to complain. He closes the lid of the box and latches it closed as well. When he's finished, he props the box up on it's end and moves it with a dolly over to a corner of the room. "Good night, Slut." he says loudly enough for her to hear him through the box, turns off the light and heads upstairs to bed. Slut remains uncomfortably bound and impaled with steel for the next 8 hours, somehow still able to fall asleep, dreaming of being with her master. The thought of who she used to be and everything she's lost never even crosses her mind.