0 comments/ 13168 views/ 12 favorites Kseniya the Beta Tester: Fuckcraft By: CherriSlut I was on the verge of my second orgasm of this particular battle when I hit hour twelve. At the sound of the soft beep, I forced my eyes open so I could take in the screen. Most of the picture was taken up with the picture of Stefanie, being held aloft by the Enderman as he pounded into her. There were two smaller screens, one showing a live feed camera of the Enderman dildo fucking my cunt- the other was an x-ray vision of the Enderman fucking Stefanie, which also served as a kind of progress bar. I might be on the verge of my second orgasm, but he was less than a quarter of the way through his laying process. I groaned as a second set of sparkles caught my eye. Another Enderman had arrived, and was being kept away by Stefanie's trusty domesticated wolfman- but not far enough away that a battle wouldn't trigger once she'd finished with this Enderman. Sim-X Inc had come up with many innovations- saving during a battle was not one of them. Well, this was a quandary. I could lose my progress, and therefore the last ingredient I needed for my ender portal, or I could go into overtime. I called the wolfman to heel, and the second Enderman enter the chamber. Then I sent the wolfman to guard by the entrance to the chamber tunnel, which was far enough away to prevent any other creatures from triggering battle mode. I waited, as the second Enderman drew closer to Stefanie, and there was a soft whirring noise as the second dildo was prepared. Here's a tip for anyone who wishes to play Fuckcraft with gangbang mode on: Endermen love to gangbang, and if you can take two or more cocks at a time it will be much easier for you to get their pearls. (That's for the Immersion platform, of course. Otherwise, Stefanie is able to take as many as five cocks at a time for your viewing pleasure.) I moaned as the second dildo, just as thick and square as the first, squeeze its way inside. It was a tight fit: not only did I not have two dildos inside of me, each an inch thick and five inches long, but I was carrying thirty unique eggs/pearls. I gave myself a minute to adjust, and then increased the speed controls. One of the eggs shifted, nestling against my g-spot, and grinding up against it with every thrust, and it wasn't long before I came, squirting so hard that it hit the camera. My eyes slipped shut again, and I let the machine take me higher. It was something of a disappointment when I felt the two thick splats of the Endermen laying, before I could peak again. I cracked an eye open, watching as the Endermen dissolved into a shower of pink sparks, and the dildos were withdrawn from my cunt. They were swiftly replaced with the girdle, which, as I had already crafted the grinder, immediately began to vibrate against my clit. I moaned, clenching around the eggs inside of me- all thirty-one of them, now- and then moaned again as I realized that it wasn't going to be enough, and that I was parched. I pulled up Stefanie's inventory, hoping against hope that I was wrong about how many cuts of rotten meat she had left. I was not- but there was a porkchop I had been saving for when her stamina was getting low- in my state, it was easy to decide that she would have to live off of bread for a while longer. I blocked Stefanie and the wolfman inside the chamber, then fed him the rotten meat. Hearts began to explode behind his head, and then I directed Stefanie to her knees in front of him. As this is a domesticated wolfman, I get to control a lot- how big his cock is (even more control than usual), how hard he fucks, how easily he comes and with what amount of force, and when it came to blowjobs, what kind of 'come' I would be drinking. I set things up so that he began gently spurting strawberry smoothie once the head of the dildo passed my lips, and to stop automatically after ninety seconds. I was sorely tempted, once my time was up and I had moisture in my mouth again, to make him fuck Stefanie's mouth indefinitely. I'm always tempted- once anything even vaguely cock-shaped enter my mouth, off I float to the land of the inanimate glory hole, and I might very well stay there until the safeties engaged at hour sixteen, uncaring about overtime, my beta-testing, my health, or anything at all. Less than a minute after the dildo withdrew, I had a sudden resurgence of awareness of the pulse beating between my legs, how sore and empty and needful my cunt was. I fed Stefanie's porkchop to the wolfman, and then had her lie back against the chamber wall. The wolfman's dildo for fucking my vagina was the largest my boss would allow- nine inches long, and two inches thick. I set up a furious pace, and set his orgasm to manual. He would come when I came, two minutes of brutal pounding later, screaming so loudly that the security guards were probably checking the footage. I moaned as the dildo removed itself, and then toggled the grinder off. I was already at nearly an hour's overtime- it was time for me to wrap things up. I took Stefanie's incubator out of her inventory. Here's another tip, again for the Immersion platform: craft one of these things as soon as possible if you don't want to begin every loading sequence with having all the unique eggs and pearls you have in your inventory inserted into your cunt. The girdle dropped away, and I waited as the eggs began dropping out. While in-game, Stefanie was pregnant with eggs and pearls of all kinds of shapes and sizes, the eggs I'd collected were uniform in size and shape- each looked a little like a robin's egg. They slipped from my cunt, one and two and three at a time, and then they stopped. There was still one inside. I squirmed, clenching and releasing, but the egg refused to drop. I sighed, and then called up the extraction option. There was still a small square at the corner of my screen that showed my cunt in all its red, swollen glory, and I watched as the extractor- something that looked not unlike a sea anemone- slipped inside. I squirmed again as it bloomed, searching for the egg, and then sighed as it closed around it and gently drew it out. Then I saved, unstrapped myself from the saddle, and wrapped myself in a bathrobe. I was dripping with sweat, cum, lube and the synthetic semen we'd taken to calling drone oil, and I needed a shower. - I was yawning as when I finally returned to my locker- I had been at work for nearly fifteen hours, first a meeting, and then over twelve hours of beta-testing. It was Friday, and I had the weekend off. For a given value of off: though I now paid rent, technically resided in a separate apartment, and no longer kept house for him and his wife, I did still live with my boss. So I smiled when I saw that he had sent me an email, saying that he wanted to review my most recent work and discuss a new stage in testing. When Mr. Trung hired me, I was desperate to leave Crimea, desperate enough to ignore every warning of being forced into prostitution or slavery or both. He offered me a job through an intermediary, and I was more than willing to chance it. I was willing to embrace it, even, if I meant I got to leave the hellhole my country had become. I was not expecting him to be handsome, or kindly, or to be so devoted to his wife, or for me to be so attracted to him. I was not expecting my disappointment to grow as I resigned myself to never having sex with him. I was not expecting his wife to ask me if I wanted into their bed- but there was little about Mrs. Trung that was expected. I knew that now. I collected the rest of my things and hurried upstairs to his office. I barely remembered to knock. "Who is it?" he called out. "It's Kseniya, sir," I replied. "Come in, Miss Fayzulina." I opened the door, walked inside, and closed it behind me. It was dark in his office, the only light come from the computer Mr. Trung was looking at. He smiled, so widely his eyes nearly disappeared. "Ksyusha," he said. "Would you like to make yourself comfortable?" "Yes, sir," I replied. I leaned my tote bag against the wall, and then took off my jacket. "Come here, please," he requested, and I was by his side in an instant, kneeling by his side even as he turned to face me. He laughed, not unkindly, and tilted my chin up, rubbing his thumb over my lips. "Not today, dearheart," he said. "I have to work late, and won't be able to drive you home if I get you into a state." He pulled me up onto his lap instead, and I saw he was watching security footage from my beta-testing work today. He slipped a second headset over my ears, and I settled against him, feeling the huge bulge of his half-hard dick pressing against my ass, to heat of it practically burning through three layers of clothing. "Are you sure you don't want me take care of you?" I asked. "I'm sure I don't want you to crash," he murmured, kissing the back of my neck. He left his lips there: I could feel his smile when he slipped his fingers under the waistband of my skirt, and found that I had no panties on. "Were you going to drive home like this?" he asked. I felt the words more than I heard them. "I took them off when I got your message," I confessed. He laughed as his fingers inched lower, skimming over the smooth skin, and stopping just above my clit. He began to idly trace the pattern I had tattooed there, and we sat and watched the footage of Stefani domesticating a fuma- a futanari puma. Or, more accurately, we watched as the corresponding dildo- eight inches long, curving upwards, and sprouting ridges and bulbs at random intervals- pounded my cunt. "You become significantly less coherent after this orgasm," he said mildly. I could feel his teeth against my neck now, as I squirmed, and the footage of me from seven hours earlier showed me cursing a blue streak in Russian as I squirted. "Would you like me to send you the footage, so your after-action report is not missing any details?" "Yes," I said. I would have agreed to anything at that point. "You're going to start leaking onto my trousers soon, aren't you, dearheart?" he asked. "Yes," I moaned. He stopped the video and withdrew his fingers. "As I said, dearheart, not tonight." I took a few moments, trying to catch my breath, trying to ignore the fact that I could still feel his dick against my ass. I could never understand why he could ignore his arousal so completely, when mine could drive me mad in an instant. "I asked you here, because we think that we've gotten anal mode to the point where we need a beta-tester," he said, suddenly sounded the very picture of a boss addressing an employee. I was still on his lap. I could still feel his hardness. "And naturally, I thought of you, Miss Fayzulina." "I'm honored, sir," I managed. "Would you like me to work the weekend?" "I wouldn't like you to work the weekend, no," he told me. "But I would ask you to spend your time off preparing to spend the following five days in the observatory." "For the whole five days, sir?" I asked, as a bolt of pure arousal shot through me. "Dr. Inayatullah will be there to monitor you, as will I," he assured me. "We want to take this through a graduate process. First three hours in, and three out, then six in, and six out, then nine, then twelve. Then we would like for you to run it in gangbang mode- both to check whether or not the machine can safely insert two dildos anally, and to insert dildos anally and vaginally." I stood up. Otherwise I would leak onto his trousers. "And inserting two dildos, both anally and vaginally?" "If you wish," he replied, smiling his wide smile once more. "As you know, in the console and computer versions of Fuckcraft, Stefanie can take up to five cocks. It is our hope that we might be able to allow a gamer the same pleasure, provided they are willing and able." "I am, sir," I replied, trying to sound willing and able, rather than about to fall over with lust. "I rather thought you might be, Miss Fayzulina," he replied. "You'll be paid double overtime, naturally, and I assure you this will look good on your performance review." "Thank you, sir," I managed. "Well, that will be all, Miss Fayzulina," he said. "Have a very good weekend." "Thank you, sir," I managed to repeat myself, and then turned to leave. I was almost at the door when he called out, softly, no longer professionally, "Ksyusha." I turned around, hoping he'd changed his mind. He had not, but what he asked of me was just as good, of not better. "Might Tameka and I call on you tomorrow? And might you return the favor on Sunday?" "Yes," I said. "Yes, I would enjoy that very much." "Very well then," he replied. "We'll arrive, say, around ten'oclock in the morning?" "That would be good." "Then we'll see you then." I was halfway down the hall when he called out a second time. "Miss Fayzulina! You've forgotten your bag and jacket!" - Despite my agitation, I slept the sleep of the dead that night, and rose at nine only because I knew what awaited me was better than any rest. I cleaned myself thoroughly- though laser surgery had removed my need to shave, there were still internal matter to attend to. If I was to spend the weekend preparing to beta-test anal mode, and I was also to spend the weekend in the company of Bao and Tameka Trung, then, logically speaking, my ass needed to be empty and clean. It took a long enough time that I didn't have any left over to worry about what I was going to wear. I went with a safe choice: a light blue shirt that matched my eyes and was sheer enough to show off both my nipples and my piercings, and a short, dark blue pleated skirt. I was in the process of braiding my hair back when I heard the key turn in the lock. I finished as quickly as I could, and hurried into the living room, barefoot and underwearless. I saw Tameka first, her ebony-dark skin making her leather halter top and long, front slitting skirt look pale by comparison. Just behind her, locking the door behind him, was Bao, his tight-fitting suit straining to contain his broad shoulders, and his rapidly hardening cock. He was carrying a large black suitcase, which I knew held any number of delights. "Please," I said. "Make yourself comfortable." They sat down, side by side on the couch. This time when I knelt down, Bao didn't laugh, but rather began to unbuckle his belt as Tameka untied her skirt. When I'd first arrived in this country, I was nineteen, spoke enough English to make myself serviceable, and was fully expecting that 'housekeeper' was slang for prostitute. I wasn't happy about it, but neither was I particularly upset. After five years of civil rest so intense that a war would not be noticed, I knew that it was merely a matter of time before someone decided that 'woman' was slang for prostitute, and with my parents dead and my brother rotting in prison camp I was not inclined to stay. It would be easier, I thought, coming from a foreigner, coming from someone who was not supposed to be on the same side as I. It would be easier still, if I were sleeping somewhere warm and given enough to eat, though I knew better than to think that was a given. In Bao's mind, that was a given, as were my wages. Bao did not touch me. He didn't touch me for a full year, and that was to give me a hug when I received my green card. He didn't touch me sexually until I begged him to. I did not beg him to until his wife gave me permission. I didn't receive that permission until the night before my twenty-first birthday. I had known none of this when I arrived. I hadn't even known what his business was. I could have never expected my life to take the turns it had, where I did not merely kneel before a man who used my braids as a handle to guide my mouth around his cock, but where I enjoyed it. Nor would I have expected, when he handed my braids off to his wife, and she guided my mouth onto her clit, and guided her clit down my throat until I choked, that I would enjoy that too. I would probably have remained an ignorant, sexually frustrated housekeeper, had Tameka had a vagina. She did not: she has what is called a clit, but on a man would have been called a penis, and a large one at that. Not as large as Bao's, but at nine inches in length and two inches in diameter, it was large. And it was not the sort of thing that you could fuck with a dildo. Sim-X, at the time, was confined to small, short pornographic games that could be downloaded for $1.99 a pop. Sex toys that responded to game play was a new innovation, and one many people still found a little too weird: the Immersion platform was, commercially speaking, a distant twinkle in Bao's eye. In terms of product development, it was in his basement. I was perhaps three months shy of twenty-one when Bao admitted that he needed a beta-tester to try out the dildos- a woman with a vagina. One who wasn't going to be daunted by the platform, but who knew how to give good feedback. For Tameka, the solution was obvious. I'd started beta-testing the Russian language versions of Sim-X's games three months after I'd arrived, waiting for Bao to pounce and do some of the wonderful, terrible things to that were depicted in them to me, and later, locking my door, and using the handle of my hairbrush to aid in my imagination. So I knew how to give proper feedback, and I was infatuated with Bao already. A few nights with him was enough to make anything in Immersion seem tame, especially if I were amenable to Tameka joining in. They argued over it. I knew they were arguing, but they stuck to Vietnamese, so I had no idea over what. I didn't know that they were aware of my crush, of my desires, until they sat down with me, and Tameka gave her permission, and asked for mine. It was Tameka who took my virginity that night, her clit in my cunt and her fingers wrapped around my breasts as Bao watched. I don't think I'd ever managed to have a proper orgasm before that night, when she wrung four out of me before she was finished, and then pushed me towards her husband. I turned twenty-one on his cock. I won't say riding it, because he is huge, and until a few hours previous I'd been a virgin, but his cock was inside me when the clock struck midnight. Tameka gave me a kiss, and offered to help press me down. I nodded and her fingers dug into my hips as she guided me down, until there was only three inches of his cock left, and no more room in me. I can take his whole cock now, in both my ass and my cunt; surgery, a present for my twenty-fifth birthday- Dr. Inayatullah's work. And I am now a beta-tester for Sim-X, not a housekeeper, and Sim-X makes more money than everyone in my home country put together. - As I have said, I tend to zone out whenever something vaguely cock-shaped is in my mouth. I was quite content, unaware of any discomfort or sensation, to let Tameka hold my head down over her clit until she had the whole thing sheathed inside of me. I would have happily dislocated my jaw and found some way of expanding my throat to accommodate Bao in the same way, had I only known how. I did not: instead, I allowed myself to be directed, first sucking as much of his cock as would fit, then mouthing my way down his shaft and sucking on his balls. Then my mouth returned to Tameka's use, and Bao began to position my legs, to play around with my ass. I felt, dimly, something being inserted into it, but it was a merely blip to the harsh pace Tameka had set up for me. I felt it, keenly, when Bao started fucking my pussy. How could I not? When fully hard, his cock is a foot long, and three inches thick. There was no way he could miss my G-spot, and one of his hands found my clit and began rubbing against it as he thrust in and out in time with his wife. I came within seconds. My next orgasm was perhaps a minute after that. And then I was floating, aware of the clit fucking my mouth and the dick fucking my cunt, and the presence of something in my ass. And then I was aware only when they came, Tameka spilling down my throat first, followed, some unknown time later, by Bao. Kseniya the Beta Tester: Fuckcraft I came into myself around noon. There was a movie playing- one of the Star Wars sequels- and I was draped across their laps, my face in Bao's thigh, his hand in my hair, and Tameka's hand idly squeezing my ass, the tip of her thumb brushing teasingly against my entrance. I murmured, shifted, and frowned as I realized that there was still something inside my ass. I clenched around it, trying to get a better feel. "It's one of the square dildos for the Fuckcraft game," Bao explained. "We're definitely going to include them as an option for vaginal insertion, but we're less sure how they'll fair anally." "Don't remember how it felt going," I admitted. "That doesn't matter," Tameka answered before Bao could. "Today's not for the company. Today's for us." And it was. - The square dildo came out, and we had pizza delivered for lunch, and then I watched them play strip n' stuff poker. Whenever one of them folded, they lost an article of clothing, and then the other got to choose which of the toys from Bao's suitcase would go on me, and where. They played until Bao won, and I was seated on a sybian, a hitachi grinding against my clit as my ass vibrated with anal beads. There were two dildos- one neon pink but otherwise realistic looking, the other looking more like a tentacle than anything else- fitting snuggling inside my cunt. My arms were tied behind my back, wrists to elbows, and my hair was fastened to my ankles. My mouth was held open with a large spider gag, my nipple piercings had a chain pulled taught between them, and weights dangling from it. He celebrated that win by fucking Tameka's ass from behind, each thrust of his driving her clit into my mouth. Bliss. I woke up, tucked in to bed, completely denuded of sex toys and feeling freshly showered. The Trungs had gone to pick up dinner, and when they returned we ate on the balcony, enjoying the view of the Space Needle, everyone back in their clothing as the sky darkened and the temperature began to plummet. I shivered. "We have plans for you, dearheart," Bao said mournfully "Otherwise we'd warm you up right here and now." "Can we get to those plans?" I asked eagerly. We moved indoors, to my bedroom, where Tameka took the lead and guided my shirt and skirt off. Bao got her own halter top off, as she squeeze my breasts, one in each hand. "I'll be right back," he whispered, kissing Tameka on the lips. He disappeared, and she pushed me back onto the bed. "Spread your legs," she told me, and she undid her skirt. "Hold them open for me and Bao." She hardly even needed to say anything. I'm not their prostitute- I'm their slut. I held my legs open and up as the skirt fell away, followed shortly by her panties. One hand immediately began to pump her clit, and the other to trace lightly over my body. I closed my eyes. I did not open them when I heard Bao return, or the wet sounds of them kissing. I didn't open them when Bao began to play with my breasts, or even when I felt Tameka's fingers penetrate my ass. I opened them when Bao said "Look at me." And when he told me to straddle him it did that too. His hands were at my waist, holding me up, as he shifted on the bed, the head of his cock teasing between my legs. Then, with a sharp, suddenly movement, he jerked me down so the head of his dick had penetrated my ass. I let out a shout and swore. Tameka's hands joined her husband's on my hips, and they cooed reassurances until I was okay to continue. Slowly, steadily, I sank further and further down, until he was completely inside me. He nodded, and Tameka's hands wandered to my breasts, alternately squeezing and pulling until I had begun to ride him in earnest. Then she withdrew. I didn't know what she was doing, until Bao tightened his grip on my waist, forcing me to stop. She pushed me forwards- I braced myself on the headboard to keep from falling over completely, and then felt the cool slickness of more lube, and the heat of her clit as she joined her husband. I moaned and whimpered, and then they began to thrust, him moving upwards and she moved forwards, and it was all I could do not to fall. It was over in a few moments, and in a few moments more, Bao collected himself enough to get a warm, wet washcloth, and his bag, so he could ensure that as little damage had been done as I felt. Then he lay back down in bed, and he and Tameka began to fondle their way across my body, with those large, wide hands of theirs, each large enough to crush one of my breasts- and my breasts, while not as large as Tameka's are not small. They traced the contours of my body as I sighed and leaned into their touch, and we finished the day with the each of them crooking three fingers inside my cunt and letting me squirm against them until I came. - Saturday might have been for us, but Sunday was decidedly more corporate. They left in the morning, with admonishments from Tameka to not arrive until five o'clock and to dress to impress, and from Bao to finish my after action report before coming to their house- which was, of course, comprised of the other four floors in our building. Still, I did as they asked, and was pleasantly surprised to find Dr. Inayatullah was dining with us. They wanted to make another model of my cunt and my ass, and to get some preliminary testing done, and several other things which made Tameka roll her eyes. Dr. Inayatullah eyes were glazed by the time the modeling was done, and unlike the Trungs, he cannot concentrate with an erection. "Would you like me to help you, Doctor?" I asked. He also flusters so easily, as though he was not a frequent addition to our bed, as though Bao never asked me to stop by his office on my way out and offer him some personal relief. "I- yes- I mean-" he stammered, nearly dropping his phone. "Would you like us to leave?" Bao asked, laughing his kindly laugh. Dr. Inayatullah shook his head. "Would you like us to stop recording?" Tameka asked. "No, no and- and I would not mind if you joined in, but I would like to try something first," he asked, turning to each of us, unsure whose permission he needed. "We'll watch for now, then," Bao said. "We'll let you know when we decided to join in," Tameka added. Dr. Inayatullah turned to me. "If you do something I have a problem with, I'll let you know," I told him. He guided me over to a lab stool, and sat down, drawing his cock out. He was a respectable seven inches in length when fully erect, and not any thinner than Tameka's clit. "Could you- not remove your dress, but unlace it, so that your breasts are showing?" he asked me. I did, letting the straps of the dress fall down my shoulder as my breasts spilled out. He reached with his hand and cupped my left breast, then pinched my piercing between his thumb and forefinger and pulled. I gasped. "Is that alright?" he asked. "Yes, yes, yes," I chanted as he pulled again. "Come here," he said, and I sank down on his cock without conscious thought. "No, you move," he said, when I stopped. "Move, damn you, move, and fast." I rode him as hard and as fast as I could. He made no effort to help me keep my balance, but resumed playing with my breasts, twisting and pulling and scratching and biting as I moaned encouragements, first in English then in Russian. "Off," he ordered suddenly, and it took me a moment to comply. Then he pushed me impatiently to my knees and told me to hold my breasts out for him. He jerked off, pulsing onto my chest and my dress. I knelt there as he recovered, listening to the sounds of Tameka and Bao fucking behind me. Then, finally, after Dr. Inayatullah had pulled himself together and they had done the same, Bao pulled me to my feet. "I don't think you'll need this for the rest of the night," he said, as Tameka undid the rest of the lacing holding my dress up. I stepped out of it, and, at their direction, sat back gynecologist's examination chair, and hooked my feet into the stirrups. That night was spent giving feedback about how easily each of the Fuckcraft dildos penetrated my ass, Dr. Inayatullah's come drying on my breasts. It remained there until the following morning, when I returned to my apartment to shower. - It's entirely possible that you've not seen an Immersion platform outside of the pornography, and are therefore more familiar with the observation lab's model than the retail one. An Immersion platform does cost eighteen grand, after all, and there's still a great deal of stigma attached to being seen at a Cybrothel. On the off chance that you have never watched that sort of film, let me assure you that the sort of Immersion platform normally sold to people is private. Not soundproof, of course- when all other safety featured fail, you must be able to call for help, after all- but you are in an enclosed space where no one can see you- unless you're streaming something, of course. Then the whole world can see you. For obvious reasons, that's neither the model used in making Immersion-centered porn films, or in the observatory. There is a shallow illusion of privacy in the lab- you are alone in the room- but that is all. You sit in the saddle, completely exposed to anyone who walks in, and you know there are people watching you from behind the mirrors to your left, and should you forget it, then the intercom will rob you of that soon enough. Though the room is heated, it's easy to feel as though you're outside, easy to feel exposed. It was not a turn on when I first started here- Bao had needed to sit with me during my first twelve hour session. I'm better now. And Dr. Inayatullah knows that when I ask to give him a blowjob to ensure that I could sleep enough to do twelve hour session, I am not joking. I decided to create a new save file while I wasn't doing gangbang mode, so I began a game with a new Stefanie, punching trees for wood, mining enough materials to activate the grinder- then it was time for egg hunting. Stefanie set off in search of a wolfman to domesticate. As I was horny, and we had already wasted an hour on set up, I had her stop to fuck the first thing she came across: a duckman. It was agreed, over my protestations, that we would use only the standard 'beginner' dildos: realistically shaped, five inches long, and one inch wide. I understood the wisdom of this when it pressed into me- I was comfortable with the sharp motion- a less experienced person, or even someone who had not had the same weekend as I would probably have found that painful. "How would you rate the lubrication, Miss Fayzulina?" Mr. Trung asked after the three hour session was done. "Barely adequate, sir," I reported sourly. "I was fine, but we have to assume that some poor virgin is going to decide to stick a whole Endildo up their ass without any real idea of what that entails, so. I don't want to say foreplay, but foreplay. Maybe have the dildo rub against the ass while dripping lube? And it should certainly go in slower- especially at first." "And the eggs?" he asked. "Those are different, when in the ass rather than the cunt, which is a bit distracting," I pondered. "I don't know if I like, or if I have to get used to it, or what have you." "Very well then," he replied. "We'll see you at three o'clock for the six-hour session." Those problems were not fixed by the six hour session, and I was growing more and more certain that there would need to, at the very least, be a stricter limit on the ass inventory. Mr. Trung took note of my concerns, and then recommended I get some rest- the next session would last for nine hours, and start at three in the morning. I stopped by Dr. Inayatullah's office. "I need to sleep," I asked. "Get ready for bed, and then I'll have something for you," he replied. I showered, and changed into the oversized T-shirt I normally wore to bed when I slept alone. Dr. Inayatullah was waiting for me when I came back from the bathroom, laying on the bed I'd been assigned while under observation with his clothes folded neatly on the desk. I curled up at the foot of the bed, waiting for him to take me by the hair and use me, and he did not disappoint me. I woke up four and a half hours later, and reported back to work. After I brushed my teeth. There are some things which I am not so happy to have in my mouth for four and a half hours, and that taste was one of them. Stefanie fucked her way through a fuma, five squidteases, four creepers, twelve skeletons, and, finally, a wolfman. He did not lay when he was domesticated, but as I figured that one can never have too many wolfmen about, that changed at the cost of a cut of rotten meat and five minutes fucking. Then I had to call the whole thing to a stop, because it felt like he'd laid in my intestine, and that was not a very good feeling. Nothing had been pushed into my intestine, so much as it had been pushed against my intestine, as it turned out, but no one was particularly eager to wait for that to happen. "We can do what we do when people are playing with Steve," Mr. Trung said. "And have the egg drop, and need to be placed in an incubator of some kind, when it's been laid in the ass." "Perhaps you could offer the option to insert the egg in your cunt?" I suggested. The rest of the nine hour session was cancelled in favor of debugging: the first twelve hour one would begin, as scheduled, at nine that evening. I took a shower, took a walk, had lunch and then returned to my room, where I very nearly dozed off when there was a knock on my door. "Ksyusha?" Bao asked. "May I come in?" "Of course," I replied, and he did, closing the door behind him and sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed. "Is everything okay, dearheart?" he asked. "You haven't been orgasming as often as you usually do." "I'm fine, intestine panic aside." "Are you sure?" he asked. "You know me," I replied. "It's not like I don't enjoy taking it up the ass- I do, a lot. But not so much as I enjoy taking it in the cunt, or the throat." "I thought the grinder would help," he said. "It does, but it's not especially great until I upgrade it to gold level," I told him. "You'll see when we try gangbang mode- I'll switch back to my usual Stefanie then, and she's got an enchanted obsidian one." He smiled his wide smile. "Can I see now, how you are when you're being fulfilled?" "Of course," I said. We undressed separately, and came together with me bent over the edge of the bed, Bao driving into me from behind as I clawed at the mattress, every disappointing orgasm of the past two days shattered by the sensation of his dick splitting me open, pounding against my g-spot and driving me higher and higher. I awoke around five, and found myself wondering if perhaps I might be able to find my father's grave now- surely this was making him spin in it, his youngest, his daughter, screwing foreign men, and foreign women, being fucked by them, by my employers, and liking it, asking for it. It went against everything that I had been taught, everything I knew my family had wanted for me. They would have been disappointed to learn that I was working in video games, that I was thirty and still unmarried, even without the fucking. That I had no intention of marrying, and would happily stay with Bao and Tameka until death parted us, would have probably caused them to disown me. These thoughts happen, from time to time. They don't ever leave, really, and it's sometimes hard to say what provokes them. There was nothing for it, but to shower, eat, and head off to work. - That first twelve hour session ran remarkably smooth: debugging, in this case, had involved printing new dildos with ziggurat-shaped tips that rubbed against my entrance, teasingly, spreading more than enough lube for the comfort of those who didn't like it rough. Whenever Stefanie had an egg or a pearl laid in her, now, the egg would pop on the ground in-game, giving her the chance to incubate it herself or use the portable one she now carried everywhere with her on her trusty mule. I upgraded the grinder through steel, then had a fantastic stroke of luck: diamonds. I could not upgrade fast enough, almost literally: there turned out to be a monster spawner nearby. I spent almost the whole of the next eight hours getting fucked in the ass- skeletons and zombies and spider queens all lining up, one stepping in as soon as the other had dissolved. It was all I could do to keep her away long enough to construct a saferoom: a little beginner's hut where my wolfman was called to heel, where I could direct Stefanie to hide for a time, in order for her to regain some of her stamina by eating bread, and me to regain some of mine by feeding the wolfman and then directing Stefanie to suck. Ass-fucking might not be my first choice, but given enough of it, and a decent vibrator, it was more than enough for me to drop about five pounds from squirting alone. Dr. Inayatullah checked me over, first professionally, and once that was satisfied, he smiled, and said he wished to test my secondary senses. I accepted the blindfold, answered every question about the smell and taste and feel of his hands on my breasts, kneading and pinching and pulling, his fingers in my cunt, never giving me quite enough, and the taste of his cock when he let the tip of it rest on my tongue. Then I begged. "We must test your coordination, first," he said, and then unstrapped me from the chair. "Count to thirty, then take off the blindfold. Your clothes are hanging on the back of the door, and there is a dildo on the table. Dress, and insert the dildo into your cunt. It will, at some point soon, begin to vibrate. When that happens, go back to your bedroom, and try to keep it in you without having to touch it with your hands. Do you understand?" "What happens when I get back to my bedroom?" I demanded, too turned on to care that I was being rude. "That depends on you," he replied, and then he left. I counted to thirty, and then did exactly as he asked. It took five minutes for the dildo to start vibrating, which I used to determine that if I walked with my legs close together, I had a good chance of succeeding. It was much harder to do when it was on the when it was off- when I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs. I managed, however, and found not only Dr. Inayatullah but Bao and Tameka waiting for me. "Your results were very positive," Dr. Inayatullah joked. "But I prescribe cocksucking and orgasms as a precautionary measure." At their direction, I sat on Bao's cock, as he held the dildo up against my g-spot. The girth was immense, amazing, and I was coming almost before he began to thrust, each movement sharpening the pressure and sensation of the dildo massaging my g-spot. Then Tameka and Dr. Inayatullah began to pass my mouth between them in a rhythm: a few quick thrusts in my mouth from his cock, a deep breath, a long press of her clit in my throat, another breath, sucking on his balls, licking my way up his shaft and suckling from his head, another breath, half a dozen rough thrusts of her clit as deeply as she could... At some point, I was bathed, and I awoke in the executive suit, sandwiched between Tameka and Bao as the alarm beeped softly. "It's too earlier in the morning for you to be smiling like that," she grumbled. "Given last night, and today? No it is not," I replied. "Gangbang mode today?" she asked. "Twelve hours," I replied gleefully. "Be sure to get your boss to forward me the footage," she teased. "It's funny you should mention that," Bao said. Both Tameka and I turned around to face him. "When it comes time to launch the Immersion platform version, we expect that most of the people to want to play will be men," Bao said. "We've got a bunch of ads prepared to help us capture as much as the female market as we can, but for single player, there's only so much we can do. Multiplayer mode- that does change the dynamic a bit." Kseniya the Beta Tester: Fuckcraft "Where are you going with this?" Tameka asked. "I was hoping Miss Fayzulina might agree to shoot a commercial, or maybe perform a demonstration on launch night at the Primary Server. Or perhaps, even both." "Bao-" Tameka began warningly. "If you're going to call me 'Miss Fayzulina', maybe this isn't the sort of conversation you want to have in bed, sir." I told him. "Very true, Ksyusha," Bao conceded, laughing slightly. "Very true. We'll discuss this later. After the next two sessions are over with." - Here's another tip: grinders upgrade on a logarithmic curb, so while the diamond grinder is certainly a decent vibrator, an enchanted obsidian grinder is a world-class sybian. Having a world-class sybian held up to your clit while your cunt was stuffed with thirty-one eggs was a bit of a turn on, so I wasted no time in returning to my home base and holding a barnyard orgy: villagers, pigmen, duckmen, fumas, mooshdommes, wolfmen, and golems, all gathered around Stefanie, who nearly fainted with hunger when she (and I) became too distracted to remember to eat. Mr. Trung had to remind me. As incentive, he left the intercom on, and I listened to his commentary as Tameka gave Dr. Inayatullah head. I retained just enough coherency to finish my Enderportal, and then I was lost- the Endermen surrounded me, and I let them, rather than creating a Wither or a golem as I had previously planned. It took me an entire extra hour to fight my way free and save the game. Dr. Inayatullah checked me over, and declared me to be a perfectly healthy pervert of the highest order. "Isn't the a little premature?" I asked. "After all, I only ran gangbang mode with anal toggled on- tomorrow I'll be taking it up the cunt for eight hours. Then I'll also be taking it down the throat." "Which will render to less than perfectly healthy, my dear," he said gently. "I do believe you, when you say that you truly love sucking cock, but you must admit, it tends to leave you apart from yourself." I nodded thoughtfully, and turned the sentiment over in my mind as I made my way back to my bedroom. "Bao's busy," Tameka said when I entered. "I think he's drawing up the contract for 'Miss Fayzulina's début' or something." I laughed, and allowed her to draw me into the shower, where she knelt down and worked her entire hand into my pussy, sucking at my already oversensitive clit as I shrieked and held on the safety bar for dear life. Eventually, when I was in real danger of collapse, she withdrew her hand, helped me to wash, and bundled me into a bathrobe, her clit leaking streaks of white onto her stomach all the while. "Room service traditionally requires a tip, you know," she said, pushing me gently away from the bed and to my knees on the floor. Something in my expression must have caught her attention, because she drew my head back before I could begin to eat her. "What is it, dearheart?" she asked. "Can I see the video too? Of what I look like, when I'm sucking cock," I asked. "I never see very many of those kinds of videos- I don't really use the throatfucking feature of Immersion all that often, not since my first try." I was since banned from using it unless closely supervised- eighteen hours of continuous throatfucking, followed by an almost sleepwalking state that lasted three days, had freaked everyone out a little. "Of course," Tameka said, allowing me to slide my lips around her length. "We'll watch it together." - I turned thirty-one on Bao's cock, a tradition that had started ten years previous and never let up. I can hear the clock chiming in the background, can feel my pulse beating between my legs as I clenched and ground down upon him, can even feel my fifth orgasm of the night creeping up on me, but mostly my attention is on the screen in front of me, playing the footage from those last four hours of the preliminary beta-testing of anal mode. "Look at you," Tameka whispered, pumping her clit tantalizingly close to my mouth. "You're even more of a wanton slut with a cock in your mouth than you are with one in your ass." "With two cocks in my ass," I corrected. "And two in my cunt." I had already seen some of it- the commercial had hit the web a good month previous, and even slickly edited down to three minutes of action, it was obvious that I glowed when I was sucking. It was inescapable, watching the raw footage- I was arched up to meet each thrust of the cock fucking my face, dark hair plastered to the side of my face, my hips gyrating as much as possible, orgasm after orgasm causing my body to spasm, though I never stopped sucking, never broke rhythm. And my eyes- I never knew my eyes were open at such a time, blown wide and dark with pleasure, not vacant so much as transcendent. "Do you want your treat now, dearheart, are would you like to keep watching?" she asked. I opened my mouth, but didn't bother to close my eyes. But Tameka knew my limits, and how to press them, and it wasn't long before my vision swam with black as her clit took me higher and higher even as I choked. If I wanted for anything at the moment, it was for it to never stop- but I would need to come back down to Earth (and off of Bao's dick and Tameka's clit) at some point. The launch of Fuckcraft for Immersion would be soon, and I was needed to kick the whole thing off.