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Utopia Ch. 01

By: Pindaflash



Summary: 

Utopia is a virtual world designed to store human consciousness. For decades Daphne has been the only human left, completely unaware of what happens in the real world, and ultimately bored by the interactions with virtual characters. She then decides to stir things up for herself by designing a new 'unpredictable' character, giving him the chance to develop a human-like artificial intelligence. A choice she may come to regret later...

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Chapter 1: Boredom

Daphne sighed as she turned off her working computer in the Utopian library. She was tired. So very tired with everything. There were only so many hours one could occupy oneself browsing earth's database through Wikipedia, just to pass times. Daphne had already reached that point several years ago, but what else was could she do? Somewhere, immeasurably far away her real body laid in some cryogenic chamber, comatose and terminally ill. A long time ago she had been one of many people who's consciousness was stored in Utopia, a virtual plane of existence, a so called perfect world where everything was pleasant and beautiful. A harmonious community of people waiting to be called back to the real world when a new medical breakthrough had been achieved. For the last 20 years however Daphne was the only human left. Lost, and forgotten. 

She stood up from her desk and said goodbye to Gwen at the counter. She walked outside, to the street. The Utopian main street was empty. All the shops within sight were open, but the street was nearly dead. Just a taxi driving by, and a man walking his dog. Many years ago over three thousand people lived in this town, not counting the characters. It had been a very different sight back then.

Since there was no one paying attention, Daphne focused her mind on where she wanted to go. Home. In the blink of an eye she stood on the porch of her house in the suburbs, feeling the spring breeze slightly move her long red curls. Over the last years she had become so familiar with the Utopia program she lived in she had found a way to bypass certain parts and perform 'minor tricks' as she preferred to call them, one of them being teleportation. Not that she needed more time. On the contrary. In fact, the moment she reached for the door key she regretted she hadn't walked home. She would have had another 20 minutes time passed. 

When she stepped inside she thought she heard a noise in the living room. 

"Steve?" she called for her boyfriend, "are you home already?"

"Surprise," the blonde male-supermodel-like hunk in police uniform popped his head around the corner, smiling. 

"Oh, that's nice," Daphne said indifferently while she closed the door. She was hardly surprised. As she entered the living room she noticed he had decorated the table with a nice cloth, and a red candle. 

"I'm making dinner tonight, darling." She almost laughed because he said it in exactly the same tone as he did every other time he came home early to 'surprise' her with dinner by candle light. It wasn't really amusing though. Rather tragic actually. 

"That's really sweet, Steve," Daphne smiled anyway. She had to play along with the romantic story or she would lose her mind completely. "Do you mind if I go take a bath first?"

"Of course not, honey. Take your time." Steve looked at her as he came closer, lovingly as ever. "I'll make sure dinner is ready just by the time you're back."

"You're so sweet," Daphne replied. She gave him a quick peck on his lips and went upstairs to the bathroom.

While the bathtub filled with water she chose a new set of clothes in the dressing room. A 'minor trick' she still couldn't achieve was materialising objects. When she wanted new things that did not yet exist in Utopia she could design them on the computer, put them in the catalogue and order them to be delivered the next day. Deleting, on the other hand was no problem. When she took off her clothes she let them fall on the ground and then concentrated on their disappearance. She snapped her fingers, and they were gone. She sighed again, stepping into the warm bath. She could feel the water, but she knew it wasn't real. She could caress herself, feel her own soft naked skin trying to relax, but she knew it wasn't real. Nothing was real. Her fake life so unrealistic. She often wondered why she tried her best to have a 'normal' day because really, what was the point? But she already knew the answer. If she didn't do this, if she didn't play along and pretended to have a life here she'd go insane. There were no other options. Not even suicide. She had already tried that. Six months ago she jumped out of a plane and 'forgot' to open her parachute. She had found herself waking from unconsciousness in the grass, with some memory of excruciating pain. The first thing she wondered about was why the hell did pain even exist in Utopia? Or any illusion of physical feeling in general? Her fall hadn't even made a hole in the ground. Apparently she could do just about anything imaginable, except kill herself. Utopia's main function was to keep her alive. So here she was, taking a bath. Which was absolutely pointless. She had long since decided that the man who had named this program 'Utopia' should have been shot.

After about 20 minutes of trying to relax she got out of the tub. She dried herself with a towel and put on fresh pink lingerie and a grass green dress that matched nicely with her long red hair. She looked at her freckled face in the mirror, again eye to eye with the strange reality, that she had been a 29 year old woman for 47 years. Still young and beautiful after all these years, perfectly preserved. 

"Don't complain," she spoke to herself with a whisper while fixing her long copper curls, "no 76 year old woman ever looked this good."

What else could she do but make the best of it? She had to accept that there was a chance she'd be stuck here forever. That the outside world had forgotten her completely, her relatives could all be dead. Her physical body could have died, and perhaps someone had decided she'd be better off not knowing. That person would be wrong. Bus she would make the best of it. Accept the situation by lack of better options and play tonight's date with Steve. Who knew, maybe he' d still be able to surprise her somehow. 

The duck with orange sauce tasted as it should. Even the texture and the smell was right. The wine was nice, and made her blush when she emptied her first glass, as alcohol always did. It all felt real enough. If only she could still believe it. When she was finished she stared at her empty plate.

"You are so quiet." Steve noticed.

"Sorry," Daphne smiled. "I really enjoyed dinner. You're the best chef I know."

Steve smiled broadly, accepting the compliment. 

"Would you care to massage me a bit?" she asked. "My shoulders are a little tense."

"Of course, darling."

As always, Steve immediately jumped up to act upon her desire. Daphne closed her eyes when his hands touched her shoulders. He was great at massages, as if he knew exactly what felt really good. Even if it wasn't real, a massage was one of the few things Daphne could truly enjoy completely.

When she created her first boyfriend Jeffrey she had forgotten to flag the 'massage skill' button at character creation. Daphne had deleted him after 5 years, to make her second boyfriend, David. Every boyfriend after that had lasted less long. She just got bored with them so easily, as their artificial intelligence was complex, but still somewhat limited. She also had an affair with one of the real humans for a while but he left, just like all the others. One day he got a message his real body would be revived. The next morning he was gone. It was around the time people stopped coming to Utopia, though nobody knew why. That was almost 30 years ago. From then on they all just disappeared one by one, until only Daphne was left. She had gone through over two dozen virtual boyfriends since then. Some she deleted, some she integrated in the city after revising their program a little bit, giving them different lives. 

Daphne moaned softly, really enjoying Steve's skilled hands. "That feels so good..." 

She arched her back, looking up at his face. She reached out her arm to make him bend forward and kiss her. She opened her mouth slightly, brushing her tongue against his lips. Taking the hint, Steve deepened the kiss while burying his fingers into Daphne's copper hair. 

Daphne took a little distance to breathe, and looked at her perfect boyfriend, quite turned on. She slowly stood up from her chair. "I want you," she whispered. Upon these words, which were her code words to initiate sex, he took her into his arms again, a little more determined, and kissed her passionately. Enjoying the delicious kisses Daphne moved her feet away from the dinner table, in attempt to lure him toward the couch. A fantasy popped into her head, about her sweet and obedient lover throwing her on it and ravaging her like a wild beast. Of course that would never happen. Steve never took the initiative for anything. She had to think of everything and ask him. He did start to undress her, very slowly and gently though. And his lips left her mouth to lower, kissing her chin and then her throat. Pretty much in the same way as he had done last time. Pretty much the same as ever. There were some variables, but really, Daphne knew them all. Quite abruptly, her burning lust diminished.

"Wait" she whispered.

Steve halted and looked up at her. Even when her hands went on caressing his back. Daphne looked at the dinner table. 

"We haven't cleaned up the table..." she said. "Would you do it now, dear?"

Steve smiled lovingly. "Of course, honey." He gave her a peck on her lips and stood up to get to work. Daphne kept observing him as he took the dirty pots and plates to the kitchen to go do the dishes. She sighed.

"Unbelievable," she whispered to herself, "if Steve is a man, I'm the pharaoh of Egypt."

She rearranged her clothes and went upstairs to the computer room. She first checked her mail, in the nearly inexistent hope there would be a message from the outside world. But her mailbox was empty as always. She looked at the counter in the upper right corner: Realms of Utopia. Current residents: 1

Daphne sighed and took her headset and called her virtual best friend Celina.

"Hey," Celina appeared in the screen. "You're on early."

"What can I say, I'm a little bored..."

"Oh, and here I was, thinking you called me because you're my friend." Celina faked a pout. 

"You know I didn't mean it, right?" Daphne smiled. "Say, did you do something wit your hair? It looks great!" Celina had shoulder length blonde hair and it appeared to be cut in a spicy locally modern fashion.

"Yes, there's a new hairdresser on Chaucer street. They're amazing."

"I noticed."

"So, what's up?"

"Oh not much," Daphne looked down, wiping the smile off her face. "I'm tired of Steve."

"Already?" Celina exclaimed. "You've only been together for what...? Three months?"

"Yea well, he's boring."

"But... he's so hot!" Celina giggled.

"I know..." Daphne groaned, almost apologetically, "but I want someone exciting."

"Sounds like you need to go out this Saturday night."

"Perhaps..."

"Come on, girl. Let's go for cocktails at Ruby's"

Daphne smiled, knowing the only reason Celine wanted to go the one club in Utopia was to meet someone. When unattended, the virtual character did seem to have some sort of life of their own, and Celina had been single for a short while. Daphne considered the possibility of an affair with a randomly generated character. If she didn't design the character perhaps it would be more interesting.

"I'll think about it."

"Yay! That's my girl!" Celine clearly acted as if she had already said yes. Typical. 

"I'm going to log off now," Daphne said. "I think I'm going to watch a movie or something."

"Okay, see you Saturday!" Celine waved before disconnecting.

Daphne sighed leaning back in her chair, and started browsing though the movie database. Every film ever made on earth was freely available, and over the many years she spent in Utopia she had seen so many of the classics she couldn't really think of a movie she particularly wanted to see. She just randomly browsed through those with the highest rating. After a while of searching she hit the random button. A title popped up. A romantic comedy? No way. She was not in the mood for anything with the word 'romantic' in it. Daphne hit the random button again. This time the title of an action movie popped up. Bah, she really wasn't into that either. She sighed, trying to make up her mind about what genre she wanted to see. 

She skipped to the 18+ section. Since none of the porn titles seemed anything but silly or hilarious, she hit the random button and clicked 'play'. She really felt no need to understand the plot so she forwarded to some place in the film, where the threesome action started.

A young slender brunette on her knees, a big cock in each hand. She licked them both, switching, taking each cock deep in her throat while the men slapped her face and tits. She groaned with desire, her eyes filled with lust and greed as she went on pleasing the two men. In the next shot the girl sat on top of a man in the couch, getting his cock buried all the way in her ass. She started moving, riding him, groaning loudly, facing the camera. The other cock appeared near her face, and the girl greedily took it in her mouth while continuing her wild anal ride.

Daphne licked her lips watching, finding her lost arousal back. She wondered why porn was always so different from actual sex. She would never admit it to anyone, but she quite often enjoyed watching porn, especially those times when she got tired of her boyfriend.

When the large cock left the little brunette's ass the man's hands spread her butt cheeks, making the camera look into the gaping hole. Then the cock filled the hole again, fucking it a bit slower while the other guy descended and spread the girl's legs further, sliding two fingers in her pink little pussy, under her loud approval. He then positioned himself and roughly pushes in his cock, making the girl squirm and yell out loudly how good it felt to get two cocks stuffed in her needy holes. 

Enjoying the visual treat Daphne's hand lowered under her dress and slipped inside her panties. Her fingers stroked her wet slit before she spread her lower lips and started rubbing her clit.

The girl on the screen now got both her ass and pussy banged hard. The camera focused closely at the penetration. 

Daphne groaned, and then stood up to run to the bedroom. She took her favourite vibrator out of the night stand and laid back on the bed. The fingers of her left hand dipped into her slick and wet pussy while she turned on the thick purple vibrator and gently placed it against her clit. 

"Ah..." She moaned softly as the vibes of pleasure started to spread through her body. She moved the toy slowly, her fingers left her pussy, spreading it to make room for the vibrator. She pushed it in, moaning louder at the feeling of being taken. 

While fucking herself, her thumb found the control button on the vibrator, and Daphne gradually turned up the vibration to maximum. "Yeaaah," she whispered, moving the vibrator faster while her other hand rubbed her clit really hard. She knew how to do this, and after a short while she felt her nearing climax.

She groaned louder just as she toppled over the edge, retracting the vibrating toy out of her pussy and pushing it hard against her clit, extending her orgasm.

A gasp escaped her lips as she relaxed, laying in her bed, somewhat satisfied.

She dropped the vibrator. Here she was playing with herself while there was a gorgeous man downstairs doing the dishes. It was quite ironic. No, not ironic. It was tragic, really. 

"That's it!" Daphne said determined, looking at the white ceiling, "I'm tired of this shit. I'm designing a new lover."

Back in the computer room she clicked away the porn and accessed the Utopian program. 

"Create new character," she said out loud. 

Type, function, age, appearance, advanced options... Daphne had pretty much gone through nearly all possible combinations. Just creating a new character that could massage and sing serenades under her window simply wasn't going to cut it. She understood enough of the program to be able to create a new character, but to give the artificial intelligence a more realistic personality, some willpower, she would have to override the standard protocols. It was absolutely forbidden to access certain parts of the program, character creation being one of them. But what the heck, nobody would ever know. Chances were she'd be stuck here until the end of eternity anyway. 

She wanted a character with free will. One intelligent enough to really learn from experience. After some work she managed to hack into the memory compartment, where she could store the new character's mind and memory in a place normally reserved for a real human consciousness. That would leave him a hell of a lot more space for a personality to develop. 

A screen popped up. 'Memory compartment HC-00001 activated. Do you wish to continue?'

Daphne clicked the yes button. She then linked the character generator to the program, so that her new creation's memory would be stored in the active memory compartment. She then began the creation of her new lover. She linked the Utopian historic database to his memory as well. She figured it would make him smart.

Now onto sex, Daphne thought. The character should have a good sex drive. Like a real man would. He should be dominant as well. Daphne was tired of being in control all the time, telling everyone what to do. The new character should be able to do as he liked. He should be the type to go out to bars and clubs. 'Ruby's', she would meet him there. He should have a thing for redheads, of course. She thought he should be honest about liking porn too. To make sure she linked the entire porn database to his memory. Back in the real world, half a century ago she had a boyfriend claiming he found it filthy, until she busted him at his computer with his cock in his hand watching hardcore porn. 

By the time she was done working on his personality the first daylight was seeping through the curtains. She didn't feel tired at all, in fact she was quite excited to meet her newest creation. She leaned back, looking at the window 'Configuring Personality.' She knew it would take a long time. Longer that usual.

There was a possibility to input a scan of a real human, as it was done when real people were stored in the program. But Daphne didn't want him to look like anyone she knew, so while his personality was configuring she used the character generator's appearance menu. She hit the random button a few times until she found a man she liked. There were thousands of options to make changes to his exterior, and she remembered spending hours on Steve, so that every inch of his body looked exactly the way she wanted. But this character she liked just the way he appeared just now. Exactly 6ft. tall, slender but notably muscular, dark brown hair, brown eyes, indefinable age. There was something dark and mysterious about him, exactly what she had in mind while shaping his personality. His cock was large, but still... Steve's cock was so big, her new lover should have at least the same size. After a bit of modification she looked at the complete picture again. Excellent. Without much further ado she accepted the appearance. All that was left now was to give him a name.

Jared, she typed.

Yea, she nodded to herself, that's a good name. 

Utopia Ch. 02



Chapter 2: The First Date

Daphne looked at herself in the mirror, her red dress showing very deep cleavage, and red high heel shoes. In her brand new outfit she was ready to meet her new lover. Four days it had taken the computer to configure Jared's personality, but now he was done, and he was here, somewhere in Utopia. While he was being created she had assigned him a spacious apartment in town and had spent a whole day designing it. She had also moved Steve out of her way, assigning him to another house and giving him a memory of breaking up. Today she had randomly generated half a dozen extra characters to be at the club tonight. It would be nice for Celina to have someone too when she got too busy with her new lover. For days she had felt giddy like a kid, eager to meet Jared, and soon the moment would be there.

Celina looked really hot too when she showed up in a sparkling blue cocktail dress. Together the girls set out to the club, discussing how fun it was to be single and looking.

At Ruby's they sat down at the bar. For 11 pm on a Saturday night there were not that many people. Including the handful she made today there were about twenty men and women, drinking, talking and dancing. To Daphne it seemed like a crowd however. She hadn't seen this many characters together since last New Year celebration. 

Jared was already there, sitting alone at the other end of the bar. Daphne felt a jolt of energy going through her body as their eyes met. It was quite exciting to finally see him in the flesh, and he looked as stunningly handsome as she had hoped. She smiled briefly, and then directed her attention to Celina. She could see in the corner of her eye however he was already approaching her.

"Hello," was his first word. Daphne immediately liked his deep voice. "Do you come here often?" he asked.

"No," she shrugged playfully, "do you?"

The way he shamelessly looked her up almost made her blush. "I will now," he stated. "I'm Jared."

"Daphne." She introduced herself, quite exciting at how smoothly this was going. 

"I'm sure I'm not the first guy to tell you how stunningly hot you look, am I?"

She smiled innocently. "Oh, I think you are the first tonight." She glanced at Celina, who winked and made the 'thumbs up' gesture. A tiny bit embarrassed because Jared might have seen it, Daphne jumped off her barstool. "Dance?" she asked.

He raised an eyebrow, as if she just said something very silly. He touched her shoulder and stepped in closer, looking her right into her eyes. "How about you come home with me? I have an apartment nearby."

Daphne blinked in surprise. "Aren't you going to buy me a drink first?"

"I have plenty of drinks at my place," he smirked.

She wanted to take a step back but bumped into her barstool. "I'm not THAT easy."

"I don't take no for an answer." He suddenly sounded a bit threatening as he pinned her. He leaned in closer to speak softer in her ear. "Besides, I can tell by the look in your eyes there's nothing you want more."

She felt his lips come closer and she knew she wanted it. So badly. 

His kiss made her blood boil. It felt so hot and compelling. It was exactly what she had longed for. He grabbed her ass and deepened the kiss as he pressed his body against hers. She started to feel lighter in her head when she realised everyone was watching them. 

She was still in a daze when he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the bar. He was completely in control, so she decided to go with him and see what he had in store for her. He took her out into the street. His place wasn't far from here. He stopped dragging her and now they just walked hand in hand. When he let go she took his hand again. His smirk was almost condescending. "You can't wait, can you?"

They entered the building and he walked up the stairs in front of her toward the front door of his apartment. When she stepped inside she took a brief moment to look around at her own design. "It's gorgeous!" she brought out.

"Is it?" he seemed to wonder, "I was thinking of getting some new furniture."

"Really?" she felt a tiny bit insulted he didn't like what she had made for him.

He didn't give her much more time to ponder upon it as he suddenly took off his shirt. She was taken off guard by the sudden partly nakedness of the man she desired, so he took his chance to grope her again, feeling her up while drawing her back into a smothering kiss. It felt good, as if he knew exactly where she wanted to be touched. And the best thing: she didn't need to ask for anything. Finally a guy who knew what he wanted and just went for it!

As they were making out he started pushing her backward in one direction. The bedroom. At the door post she reached out her arms to make him stop. "Don't you..."

"Don't I what?" he sounded slightly annoyed. "Don't I want to waste our time with small talk? You know as well as I do what you came here for." Just at the time he said that he reached under her dress for her thong, which was already soaking. His slipped past it and dipped his fingers into her wet pussy.

She couldn't stop him. Didn't want to either. She had to shamefully admit he was absolutely right. 

"Didn't you long for this from the moment you saw me?" He asked huskily, moving his fingers softly over her clit.

Daphne moaned softly, ready to surrender completely, "Could you tell?"

He laughed, pulling her thong down to her knees. "a neon sign above your head couldn't have made it clearer." 

She didn't fight when he suddenly turned her around, pushing her against the door frame. She could feel his hard cock move against her ass though their clothing. He unzipped her dress and took it down and she let him. It fell on the ground around her shoes. The last piece of clothing to come off was her bra. The moment he had undone it he groped her nice, full and round tits. He fondled them while licking her neck. She whimpered when he suddenly slapped her ass hard. It made him chuckle inwardly.

He used one hand to unzip his pants and take out his cock, then he pulled her off the door frame and made her turn to face him. He tugged his cock as he looked her up again, and placed his hand on her shoulder. "Down," he commanded.

There was no confusion about what he wanted her to do, and obediently Daphne bended her knees to lower herself to crouch height. Thanks to the fact that she was still wearing her high heals it wasn't an uncomfortable position, just a very exposed one, sitting there with her legs wide open. She looked at his cock in his hand. It was huge. When she felt the hard shaft in her hand she took another very close look. It had seemed significantly smaller in his picture. It didn't scare her at all though. She eagerly looked forward to the moment this rod would fill her up.

Though he was possibly flattered by her moment of awe for his size, Jared started to get a little impatient, and placed his hand on the back of her neck, pulling her forward. She stuck out her tongue, and licked the head slowly, savouring the sweet taste of his precum, and the sensation of tongue against soft skin. 

Another push in the back of her neck forced her to take him in deeper. 

She started sucking, moving her head simultaneously with her hand over his hard shaft. She really loved doing this, and her heart fluttered when she started to hear his soft groans of approval. Overrun by lust she sucked harder, doing all she could to make him feel good. 

"Now, look at that," he said, "What a slut you are." He grasped her curls and pulled her backwards to make her look up. "You do this a lot? Go home with strangers for sex?" 

Daphne blinked and shook her head, wondering if he had meant to be insulting. "I've never done this before... with anyone," she defended herself.

Jared laughed out loud. "Sure you haven't," he mumbled, shoving his cock back into her warm mouth, a little bit more forceful this time. 

He held her head still while face fucking her slowly. She did her best to keep sucking, and her lips made a soft popping sound when he slid out. She generously took him back in.

She felt him shift his weight and move his leg. Her mouth let go of his cock when she suddenly felt the tip of his shoe against her pussy. She was too startled to move as she felt the leather surface rub and push against her slippery entrance. When he retracted his foot, a thin wire of juice formed between the tip and her pussy.

"Look at that, you fucking slut!" Jared laughed. 

Daphne really wasn't sure if she liked where this was going, and she really started to feel weird about the way he was behaving. His hand pulled her hair indicating he wanted her to stand up again. She did.

"On the bed," he said, gesturing with his head. Guided by him she sat down on the edge of the bed. When she saw his cock nearing she wanted to reach out, but he stopped her, pushing her back on the black sheets. "Lay down and show me that dirty cunt!"

"What?" she brought out, baffled by his rudeness. 

Jared stood before her and grabbed both her knees, lifting them up so she fell backwards on the bed. He opened her legs as wide as possible, her high heels pointing at the ceiling.

"Now spread it for me!" he ordered.

"What?" Daphne asked again in a sense of protest.

"Spread your pussy, bitch, come on!" he commanded again, giving her ass a hard slap. And another one until she complied. 

She lowered her hands and did as he asked, spreading her lower lips. She looked at Jared and noticed the horny expression on his face, looking at her. It made her feel quite embarrassed about being so exposed, but at the same time she felt more excited than she ever had in her entire life. She got turned on beyond reasoning, and soon stopped worrying about his degrading way of speech. She actually wanted to feel like a slut right now.

He kicked off his shoes and pants and slowly kneeled down before her, as if examining her nice pink flesh.

She shivered with delight the moment she felt his tongue against her sensitive skin. He licked her, making her gasp. He sucked the juice out of her, and stuck his tongue as deep as he could. Soon he inserted his two index fingers, stretching her hole while he licked her clit.

"Mmh, yes..." she moaned loudly, absolutely loving what he was doing. She was disappointed he stopped after only a few seconds.

He stood up and pulled her legs up while leaning forward. She felt his cock at her entrance, and slowly he slid inside. She whimpered at the overwhelming feeling of getting stuffed. He was really big, and he only justly seemed to fit. The inner walls of her pussy constricted him.

"Oh!" she gasped at the intrusion.

"Yea, you love getting your cunt filled with cock, don't you." He whispered, going in further.

She moaned louder when he pulled out and pushed back in. 

"How does that feel? Tell me!" he demanded.

"Oh! It feels so good!" she moaned as he began to pick up the pace, "... so good."

"Mmh," Jared agreed, dipping his big cock into her hot and tensed body. 

His cock now went in all the way, and it actually hurt at the deepest point, but Daphne encouraged him to go on, groaning and writhing. She loved his treatment, she felt so hot inside, and the pleasure absolutely balanced out the pain. This couldn't get any better!

When he left her pussy and let go of her she whined in protest. She looked up at him, pleading with her eyes to have him go on.

"Turn around," he commanded. He stroked his cock, smiling lustfully at her until she complied. He then placed his hand on her hip, making her crawl a bit further on the bed on all fours. He kneeled behind her, briefly rubbing her needy pussy with his hand.

"Time to take you like the bitch you are," he commented, "don't you agree?"

Daphne nodded, concentrating on the lust inside her, on her immeasurable arousal. God, she needed to feel his cock again right now! To be taken hard was all she could think about.

He gave her ass a hard slap, the pain reverberating through her body. "Come on, ask me!"

Her voice was shaking with excitement as she finally spoke. "Fuck me." She felt so empty. She needed to be filled.

"Ask nicely," He demanded.

"Fuck me please," she said more urgently. "Jared... I want it so badly."

He grabbed her hips and suddenly rammed his cock in all the way, making her yell it out. "Aaah! Oh! Oh!"

She heard him laugh, and she smiled as well, loving how he was teasing and torturing her.

He retracted his cock until only the tip was inside. Then he held still. She started moving over him. He let her, keeping still while watching her please herself on his cock.

"Yea, go on you little whore," he commented, "show me how much you love my big cock." 

She moved a little more, until she moved away too much and his cock slipped out. At that point he decided to help her again, and pushed his cock back in. He began to ride her at a steady rhythm.

"Ah!" Daphne gasped. "Oh, yes!" She threw back her head, going crazy with pleasure.

"Yea, say it!" Jared commanded between groans, slapping her ass very hard again.

"Oh, Jared, yes!" she moaned between her teeth, biting away the sharp pain, focusing on how good it all felt. He was fucking her hard now, at a pretty fast pace.

He spanked her again, as hard as he could. "Louder! I want to hear you!"

"Yes!" she raised her voice, "Oh god! Yes! Fuck me!"

"Yea that's right," he groaned. "Let it all out! Let joy be unconfined!"

"It feels so good!" she yelled hard. "Fuck me Jared! Fuck me more! Take me hard! Don't stop! Please, don't stop!" She closed her eyes, feeling she would come soon. And it was going to be good!

"Oh yes! Aah!" she screamed, and then her orgasm engulfed her, leaving her making incomprehensible sounds as it took her wave after wave, while still being drilled hard.

Time seemed meaningless in her moment of bliss, so it seemed only seconds later when she felt her lover slow down his thrusts, letting out deep groans of satisfaction, spilling his cum deep inside her. When he was finished he gave her one more smack, digging his fingers in the flesh of her butt cheek while he pulled out. 

She let herself fall down in his bed, savouring the blissful sensation. Jared was great. She hadn't had sex like this in so many years she had forgotten what it was like to lose control. She had loved every second of it, even though his rudeness and the crude language were slightly off-putting. She wasn't really used to getting spanked so hard either, it was arousing during sex, but right now it just hurt, and her butt cheeks probably looked red by now.

She felt Jared move on top of her, making her turn and look up at him. She looked and smiled at her new exciting lover, and sighed with delight when he licked her nipple. He briefly sucked it, and then let go to look at her. He had a bit of a stern look on his handsome face.

"You're not tired, are you? I'm far from done with you."

Daphne pushed the doubts out of her mind. She made him like this. She had wanted it like this.... Well, sort of, anyway. Maybe there were some flaws in his design but she could probably fix that later. Though slightly tired indeed she was still so horny, and Jared was the first character who really delivered. She decided to test him further to determine what part of his personality should be modified.

"I'm not tired." she answered, wrapping her arms around him to kiss him. "I want more, ...more of you."

"Good." Jared wildly kissed her, fencing with her tongue and sucking hard on her lower lip. 

When he let go he crawled up beside her, his half limp cock in his hand. Then he grabbed a hold of her head, pulling it closer to his crouch. She complied and took his cock in her mouth, slowly sucking it.

"Yea, that's a good girl," he commented, playing with her hair while observing her.

Because she wasn't in a very good position to give a decent blowjob, Daphne turned around on knees and elbows, suddenly noticing she was still wearing her shoes. When she took his cock deep in her mouth she could feel Jared's hand on her back go down to her ass. She braced for impact, but he just grabbed her flesh, squeezing while she continued bobbing her head, feeling how rapidly he grew all hard again.

She could feel the cum starting to leak out a bit from her pussy, but tried to ignore the icky feeling and concentrated on pleasing him, looking forward to how he would fuck her next. She barely noticed he removed his hand. She did notice when two wet fingers started circling her asshole, and whimpered when one got pushed in.

She let go of his cock when the finger started to move inside her ass. He soon added the second finger, causing her a little discomfort. It had been decades since Daphne had her ass filled with more than just one of her own fingers. She had never dared to ask any of her virtual boyfriends, and they weren't programmed to do anything non-standard. 

"What a tight little hole I found here," Jared commented, moving his fingers, causing her to moan softly. It still felt weird, but it also started to feel good. "Do you like getting it in your ass?" he asked. "Answer me!" He slapped her painful butt with his free hand.

"Yes," Daphne brought out. She got a little nervous. Sure it felt nice to have two fingers in her ass, but getting a massive cock like Jared's stuffed in was probably going to hurt like hell. He didn't really give her time to think about it however, retracting his fingers and pulling her off the bed.

"Here," he made her stand right before him, looking at the bed. Now she definitely felt cum trickling down her thighs. He made her bend against the bed. "Come on, point up you ass," he demanded. She opened her legs further and supported her knees against the bed, leaning down on her elbows, he pushed down her back until the top of her head touched the sheets. 

"Now that's a good angle," his deep voice sounded quite enthusiastic when he dug his fingers in her flesh, spreading her butt cheeks, exposing her tiny asshole and cum dripping pussy. "What a lovely little ass!"

He spat in it, and pushed his two fingers back in, soon followed by a third. "Relax," he seemed to have noticed she was getting a little scared. "you're going to love this."

With one foot on the bed's edge he positioned himself for intrusion from above. He pressed the tip of his huge cock against the little pink hole, and quite suddenly he slid halfway inside.

"Aahw!" Daphne yelled it out in pain, moving her arm backwards to place it against his leg, hoping that would stop him.

"Holy fuck, you're tight!" Jared gleefully ignored her cries. "Doesn't that feel good?" 

"No," Daphne disagreed, clenching her teeth, "that hurts!"

Jared did pull back a tiny bit, but only to push back in a little further, making her writhe in pain. 

"Wait!" she yelled, but he seemed to ignore it and kept moving. Daphne tried to think, barely succeeding. How could it be that he didn't listen? Every single Utopian character always listened to key words like 'stop' and 'wait'.

"Oh, shut up and just take it!" He had a pretty strong grip on her hips and he wasn't going to let go. He started to move a bit faster and deeper, relentlessly molesting her ass. "Incredible, such a hot little asshole," he kept talking through her loud moans of discomfort, obviously still enjoying himself, "though I'm sure it won't be so little anymore when I'm done with you!"

She finally managed to block out the diminishing pain and feel the pleasure. She tried to slow her breathing and relax into the movement. His huge cock now fitted in almost entirely and it felt good as well as uncomfortable to get her ass so stuffed. With every thrust he knocked against her insides, making her feel all kinds of things she wasn't sure if it was good or bad. 

Just when she started to get into it, he pulled back.




Utopia Ch. 02



"So," he gave her a hard slap. "are you all warmed up now?"

"Yes," she groaned. Her entrance was still aching a bit but she thought she was ready now. She knew he wouldn't take no for an answer anyway.

She could feel him spit in her opening again, and she gasped in anticipation when he positioned himself once more.

She groaned at his intrusion. Most of it felt good now. Really good.

He quickly picked up the pace, with every thrust burying his cock as deep as it could go, mashing her insides. It felt like being ripped apart, but in the hottest, most pleasurable way.

"Oh god yes!" she wheezed, pressing her face against the sheet "Oh, fuck!"

"Yea, That's my little whore!" he panted in response, drilling her so hard her body could barely take it.

While utterly submitted to Jared's hard pounding, Daphne's hand found it's way over her belly, toward her soaking pussy that was still dirty with cum. She started rubbing her clit hard.

Over several minutes of anal torture her moans gradually turned into screams. "Oh fuck! Yes! Fuck my ass!"

Her orgasm quickly rushed in and overwhelmed her, leaving her shaking, moaning and panting.

She was still riding the waves of bliss when she felt him pull out. Unable to support her own weight anymore, she slowly sunk to the ground. Before she could sink further down he pulled her off the bed to feed her his cock.

Her knees hit the floor beside the bed, and her lips found his huge member, still warm after just being pulled out of her ass.

"Don't you love the taste of your ass?" He asked, burying his fingers in her messed up curls.

She nodded in a daze, sucking his cock only half aware of what she was doing.

He retracted to jerk off right in front of her nose, his other hand still holding her hair.

"I bet you'll love the taste of my cum too," he said enthusiastically. "Open up." 

Daphne meekly stuck out her tongue, ready to receive. Spurts of cum hit the back of her throat, accompanied by his deep groans. After the third load she tried to swallow. She did like the taste; sharp but good. It was a little too much however, and when she tried to swallow again she chocked and started coughing. Jared still had a strong hold of her hair and didn't let go, still squeezing out the last bits of cum while she desperately tried to breathe.

Daphne struggled to get away, still coughing. When he let go she sat down on the floor with her back against the bed until the coughing seized.

When he reached out his hand she pushed him off, pretty pissed. He had gone a bit too far now, and the fun was over.

"Hey," he protested, grabbing her wrist. She couldn't prevent him from getting closer. He bended down and touched her face, making her look up. He had a pseudo-apologetic smile on his face. "Don't you love me?" He asked in a strange sinister voice.

"You're a jerk," Daphne concluded. She wanted a 'real man', well, she created a rude, one-track-minded, inconsiderate bastard. Good job, she thought to herself.

He smiled deviously. "Isn't that how you want me to be?" he asked. "Rude and relentless?"

Daphne was genuinely surprised he said it out loud himself. Apparently he was aware his behaviour was off putting to say the least, yet it seemed he deliberately chose to act that way. Perhaps she had it coming. She had wanted him to be a very dominant man who took control. It just appeared she might have gone a little overboard by linking the entire porn database to his memory. She should have at least included some information about romance and real life social behaviour.

"I might have... pushed you a little, but it all felt good, didn't it?" he suddenly sounded completely different from before, and his expression appeared to prove an intelligence she really hadn't expected, and certainly not at this point. "I wouldn't be able to live with myself if that didn't please you." His word would actually have comforted her if it wasn't for the sudden sparkle in his eyes. It was an evil glint that almost made her shutter.

She decided she really had to get away now. She had to get away from her tireless lover and rest. She could only take so much.

"It was good. But... I should go." She stood up, supporting herself on the edge of the bed.

Quite unexpected he grabbed her and pushed her hard, making her fall back on the bed. He jumped on top of her, pinning her down. 

"I can't let you go like this." He looked right into her eyes. "Stay. You won't regret it."

"I can't," Daphne whispered. She got really frightened now. She figured it was quite possible he would try to rape her now. "Let me go, Jared," she pleaded.

He seemed to consider it, but he still laid on to of her, pushing her down with all his weight. Daphne thought about teleporting. She never did it in the presence of other characters, she wasn't even sure if it was possible in this position, but this was an emergency.

Before she had made up her mind, Jared moved to let her go.

Quite relieved it didn't come to actual violence or rape, Daphne picked up her thong and stood up on her wobbly legs.

"Why do you have to go?" he asked, looking up at her, sitting on the bed. His disappointment was not an act.

"I have to get up early tomorrow." She answered quickly while walking over to her pile of dress.

"On Sunday?" he inquired while he pulled up his pants. Daphne felt quite relieved when she saw him get dressed as well. "It's a good thing I didn't buy you a drink then," he mumbled, "you would 've sent me home dry, wouldn't you?"

"Perhaps," she said with a flirty smile, feeling a lot safer now she knew she could leave. 

"Where do you work?" he kept the conversation going. Daphne found it quite weird, as he really wasn't this talkative before, apart from crude remarks.

"The public library. I have to be there early to put things in order and... stuff." She noticed he was looking her up as she was zipping up the back of her dress. 

He approached her from behind like a lion sneaking up on his prey. He placed his hand on hers, taking over the zipper. "I'll let you go for now, but we're not done," he said in his deep, horny voice as he zipped up the upper part of her dress. He smelled her hair as if savouring her scent.

She turned around to look into his lustful eyes. When he talked and acted like this she couldn't help but feel her desire for him revive again, in spite of her exhaustion. He placed his arm on her back as they walked toward the front door. 

"So, I'll see you at the club tomorrow night," he said, opening the door.

"Oh, I'm not sure if I... "

Jared leaned forward, and looked at her the way he had done in the club when they first met. "That wasn't a question," he stated seriously.

"....ok," Daphne spoke hesitantly as she walked into the corridor.

"Good," he sounded satisfied, "tomorrow it is then." He closed the door behind her.

When she was halfway down the stairs she halted and focused her mind on where she wanted to go. Home.

In the blink of an eye she stood in her own street, alone under the bright Utopian stars. She entered her house and quickly went upstairs, took off her clothes and stepped into the shower.

While enjoying the warm water on her body, everything slowly dawned on her, and she took a moment to replay the whole evening in the back of her mind. She had sex on the first date! She had ANAL sex on the first date! How outrageously naughty!

In the end she concluded she had a great night, in spite of his rude behaviour and their little bit of quarrelling in the end. She had needed a diversion like this for so long she was exhilarated something interesting finally happened. For the first time in years she felt something different that boredom. She wondered what else he would have in store for her, but decided it was probably best to take a look at his charming personality first. There were a few things that really needed to be changed about him.

She left the shower, dried herself with a towel and went to the computer room wearing a bathrobe.

Sitting down in her desk chair she opened the Utopia database and looked at the characters. To her surprise she couldn't find Jared in the list. That was very weird. She tried to find him by name; nothing. She tried to change the list in the order of which characters were last created, but she could only find the ones she made to be at Ruby's last night. No Jared. She stared at the screen, wondering what she could have overlooked. He couldn't have been deleted, she had left his place about fifteen minutes ago. 

Suddenly her eye fell on the counter on top of the screen. Realms of Utopia. Current residents: 2

Daphne stared open mouthed at the screen, hearing her own fastening heartbeat drumming in her ears. For about a second she thought another real person's consciousness had been stored in Utopia. For about a second she almost believed her days of loneliness and boredom were over, and she would finally hear news about the real world.

But then of course she realised what she had done. She had cracked the system to store Jared's memory into a space reserved for a real human consciousness. Therefore Utopia apparently considered him a human.

It dawned on her she wouldn't be able to access his program. Human minds were completely protected from outside tampering, and rightfully so. Nobody should be able to mess with the thoughts or personality of another human. Only Jared was not a human!

"Shit!" Daphne cursed, helplessly banging her keyboard. "Shit! Shit! FUCK!"

There was no way she'd be able to access Jared's program ever again, leave alone delete him. She would be stuck with him until the end of her time in Utopia, if that day would ever come. She'd just have to take him as he was right now. After trying in vain to tamper with his programming, Daphne decided to go to bed. She was so tired, she could definitely use some sleep.

"It's not so bad," she tried to convince herself. "So I have no control over Jared, isn't that what I wanted in the first place?"

Unlike regular characters he ignored key words of distress, that really was a problem, but he did let her go when she insisted. He had seemed intelligent enough to be reasoned with, and perhaps she could just tell him what turned her on and what didn't...

She thought about the fun bits, the hot and spicy sex she had tonight. How good it had felt to lose control and be completely at his mercy. And as she laid there fantasizing she looked at her night stand. She thought about her vibrator.

"I must be crazy." She mumbled to herself. "How can I masturbate after that?"

She got all warmed up by thoughts of Jared. His roughness, his sexiness. 

"Oh, how can I not?" she smiled and took the toy out of her drawer, eager to play with herself some more before dozing off to dreamland, where she would no doubt have hot dreams about kinky sex with Jared.



Utopia Ch. 03



Chapter 3: A surprise encounter

The sun was shining on the new dawning day in Utopia. Bright and early Daphne had woken up and was now on her way to the library. She was in a fairly good mood. She felt alive, even though she wasn't. Not completely anyway. For the first time in decades she had no idea what the future would bring, and that was just about as fun as it was scary.

On the way to the town centre she walked passed the police station, where she ran into Steve on his way to work, handsome as ever in his uniform.

"Hey," he greeted her with a broad smile. "How are you?"

"I'm good," she said, smiling as she leant to give him a kiss on the cheek.

He gave her a kiss and slowly moved back, as if he didn't want to separate himself from her. Daphne didn't understand what his strange look was for, and as she tried to think of what else to say, an awkward silence fell over them.

"Do you miss me?" he suddenly asked. It almost sounded hopeful. Almost as if her artificial ex boyfriend had the capability to wish to get back together. Daphne figured that was possible. She didn't delete the setup that made him like her. 

"It's a little bit lonely sometimes," she confessed, looking at his dashingly handsome face. Even though it had only been two days since she kicked him out, it had been nice to have someone around in the house. She had made him look so perfect to the detail, from the colour of his eyes to the shape of his finger nails.

"You could come to my place tonight," Steve tried. "I'll make dinner. I'll keep you company..."

Daphne felt a little suspicious about how desperate that sounded. Was there a piece of programming that would make him attempt to get her back, or did he make the offer out of genuine kindness?

"No, I'm ok." Daphne gently refused. Steve was hot, but oh so boring. She would meet Jared tonight at the club. Even though he was a jerk she had to admit he was all she wanted. Nothing in this world was more exciting than Jared.

Steve looked a bit disappointed, but kind and understanding as ever.

"I should go to work," she tried to end the conversation.

"Yea, me too," he smiled helplessly, slinking off to the police station. "I'll see you..."

"Yes," Daphne said, "I'll see you."

Daphne continued her walk to the library, pondering. She figured it was possible she would someday want a guy like Steve again. She had liked parts of him. He could be so sweet. Sweet was something she wasn't going to get with Jared. In time maybe she could take Steve back or some other cutie and take Jared on the side. Although it was quite possible Jared wouldn't want that. She could imagine him walking into her house and take her on the kitchen table while Steve was watching. Steve probably wouldn't mind either, he'd hardly look up from doing the dishes. She always erased jealousy from all characters ever since she got caught cheating a few decades back and had to deal with upset virtual boyfriends. Jared however... he was truly unpredictable. 

Daphne let go of her wandering thoughts when she arrived at the library. It was pretty pointless to speculate anyway. She had no control over the situation.

She said hello to Gwen, the middle aged head librarian, and started to clean up a few books, putting them back on the shelves. When she was done she sat down at her desk. There was nothing to do. Nothing to look up, nothing to order. No reason to be here whatsoever. Daphne leaned back in her chair. 

Back in the times there were other people living in Utopia she actually had a job here, looking things up, helping people find all kinds of information. Now she just sat here, wasting her time by lack of anything better to do. She had tried a few other jobs over the years, but they had all been just as boring. The most interesting thing to do was designing new objects, buildings and especially parks and forests. She built quite a few. But in the end it was just sad that nobody except her would ever see it, and eventually she just started going back to the library, just to read or to browse the scientific database.

She picked up one of her favourite novels she was reading for the seventh time, and leaned back in her desk chair in the empty reading room. She couldn't wait for this day to end, so she could meet Jared again, and at least something would happen, good or bad.

To her own surprise she didn't need to wait all day. Somewhere in the afternoon he entered the reading room, walking straight up to her desk. When she noticed him she put down her book.

"Jared!" She brought out, pleasantly surprised. She realised too late she sounded way too eager, near desperate actually. So much for playing hard to get... again.

"Don't I get a kiss?" he asked as he sat down on her desk.

Daphne resisted the urge to jump up and kiss him. Instead she leant back further in her chair, giving him a defiant glare. "I can't. I'm working."

"No, you're not," he noticed. He looked at her calmly. Calculating.

"Don't you have a job?" she asked, rolling her chair back, slowly getting away. She realised she didn't assign him one, but he probably had a random job chosen by the character generator.

"Of course I have a job." He stood up, approaching her. "But I don't have to work today."

"What do you do?" Daphne asked curiously, trying to think of another way to get away from him. The idea of being chased and captured turned her on so much she was already getting wet. 

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Jared gave her a smug smile, suddenly leaning over her, grabbing the arm supports of her desk chair. "I'm a doctor."

"No way..." She stared into his eyes for a moment, then dived under his arm and slipped away.

He turned around and looked at her. "Why would I lie about my job?" 

Perhaps it could be true, but Daphne found it strange. There was a small hospital in Utopia, but she always had wondered why, since diseases were inexistent and physical wounds were fixed overnight. She stepped back when he approached her.

"You're so eager to play aren't you? You desperate slut!" his sudden dark sinister laughter gave her cold shivers. "You have no idea...."

"No idea of what?" Daphne asked, a little worried.

The moment she let her guard down Jared grabbed her and pushed against the book shelves by the wall. "... no idea of what I'm planning to do to you." He pinned her hard.

"What are you going to do with me?" she asked a little softer now, partly scared of his rough attitude, partly dazed by overwhelming arousal.

He did not answer, but she felt his knees force a way between her legs.

A doctor? She looked into his eyes. "You're not some crazy gynaecologist or something are you?"

"What a sick and perverted mind you have, Daphne," his face showed signs of disgust when he looked back at her. "You should be ashamed." He leaned in even closer, his nose almost touching hers. "I'm a neurologist, if you must know. But enough with the small talk."

He kissed her hard, and Daphne surrendered. She loved his masterful tongue play. Yet somehow she couldn't prevent her brain from working. Why would he be a neurologist? It was so specific, too specific to be randomly selected by the character generator. She had a strange feeling, as if she should remember something but couldn't. She couldn't think of it any further, not while Jared was smothering her. Oh, it just felt too damn good.

"So, do we do it here or is there a broom closet around where we can fuck?" Jared proposed.

Daphne blinked at his bluntness. "W... we can't do 'it' here..." She wanted to suggest going to his place, but was overwhelmed when he forcefully turned her and twisted her arm behind her back. He pushed her against the nearest table and forced her head down making her bend until she felt the wood against her face.

"Who will stop me? Huh?" 

Daphne couldn't believe how easily he managed to keep her down with one hand. She tried to think of how to reason with him. "I'll tell people you harassed me. You could lose your job!"

She heard his delighted laughter. "Why you evil vixen!" he joked as he slapped her ass.

She didn't really want it, but she got turned on anyway. There was something so arousing about being at his mercy. She didn't want it to happen here, but she did want him to ravish her. She moaned helplessly when she felt her skirt being lifted.

"I can't wait until tonight," he concluded, "I want you now..."

The sound of high heels echoing through the hall startled the both of them. Jared let her go, and Daphne could just in time fix her skirt before Gwen walked into the reading room.

"Daphne?" the other woman sounded worried. "Is everything ok?"

"Yes." Daphne answered, still aware of how close she and Jared were standing together. At this point Gwen probably realised more or less what was going on, but Daphne wanted to avoid having her see anything. "Just... helping a customer."

Gwen gave them a brief disapproving look, but then went back on her way, leaving them.

"Yea," Jared whispered in Daphne's ear. "Go on and help you customer."

She resisted as she felt his possessive hands on her again. "I'll take you to the storage room."

"Lead the way," he smiled deviously.

She quickly took him across the hall, looking around to make sure Gwen didn't notice them enter the empty maintenance corridor. Daphne opened the first door on the left. It lead to a dark room with a few boxes on the floor and some empty shelves.

"This is the..."

Jared did not give her time to finish her sentence. He threw her against the wall and pressed his body against hers, speaking in his deep, horny voice, "Let's get it on!" Without leaving room for discussion he grabbed her blouse and ripped it open, making all the buttons fly off through the empty room, making soft ticking sounds as they hit the stone floor.

"Jared!" Daphne exclaimed.

"What?" He asked with a grin, moving her bra down to expose her tits. "Don't you love it when I rip your clothes off?"

"No!" Though wildly turned on she couldn't help but wonder how she would get home with her blouse all torn apart.

"Liar," he said plainly. His right hand swiftly slid between her things, and his fingers made contact with her thong. With his left hand he had groped her breast and brushed his tongue against her hard nipple. His other hand stayed down to play with her moist pussy. She clung onto his shoulder, moaning.

"Mmh! You have such great tits!" he groaned, kneading her. He clenched her nipple with his lips, pulling it painfully hard, and then started sucking.

"Daphne?" Gwen's voice sounded from somewhere far away.

"Stop." Daphne squeaked. "Gwen can't see us here!"

"Why not?" Jared wondered while he pushed his fingers deeper into her pussy. "Maybe she wants to join us?"

"Ugh!" Daphne didn't even want to imagine it, but she panicked when she heard Gwen's footsteps getting closer to the door. She saw only one way out. Teleport! She closed her eyes, grabbing a very strong hold on Jared. "Hold on to me," she said.

In the blink of an eye they stood on the street in front of his apartment.

Absolutely overwhelmed by the experience Jared let go of her, and his fingers left her. He spoke slowly, looking around while half in a daze: "What..... How did you do that!?"

Daphne quickly pulled down her skirt and covered her breasts with her blouse. "I'm special." She smiled, but not heartily, figuring it probably hadn't been a very good idea to show off her teleportation ability to Jared.

"Oh you are, you ginger witch! You're incredible!" he looked at her with an expression she had not seen before, one of admiration. "How do you do it?" he asked again. "Explain!"

She blinked innocently. "I can't explain it. I just think of where I want to go..."

He placed his hands on her arms again. "Looks like I'll have to put you under my scanner one of these days," he said triumphantly.

Daphne's eyes grew bigger. She suddenly remembered he had just told her he was a brain surgeon. He probably couldn't wait to dissect her!

"Can we go inside?" Daphne suggested, still covering herself.

"Oh, yes!" he said, opening the door. "I want you even more now!"

The moment the door opened Daphne went inside. She ran up the stairs with Jared on her heels. When she almost reached the top she felt a hand grapple her right foot. She fell forward on her hands, and landed quite uncomfortably on the wooden stairs. 

He still didn't let go of her foot. She turned, leaning sideways on the stairs and saw him bending over her, unzipping his pants. She whimpered as he pulled her leg hard and grabbed her skirt. She still hardly realised what was happening until she felt his big cock invading her. She moaned as he pushed in further. Her thighs were being spread so wide it was quite painful, but she didn't resist. She knew he would make her feel good. 

"Oh yea!" Jared groaned, moving inside her. "Oh, this is what I longed for all day!"

Daphne rested her head on her hands, clenching the stairs while being fucked. She had to admit she had longed for it too, and she loved the sensation of having her pussy pounded by his huge cock.

As he fucked her he groped and slapped her tits. "Take that you slut! It's your fault you make me go crazy." 

When he pulled out he made her lay down on her back against the stairs. He crawled up further over her and landed his cock between her breasts. 

"Come on, push up your tits so I can fuck 'em!" he ordered while he grabbed her hand. She complied, and pushed up her full round breasts, squeezing his cock in between, looking down open mouthed at the pornographic sight.

"Yea that's it you filthy whore!" he groaned, riding her chest. 

His fingers moved up into her mouth and she licked and sucked them. He soon moved up from her chest to reposition himself a little higher, until he was jerking off right above her eyes. He then lowered his balls on her face.

"Here, sniff my nuts, bitch!"

Now she finally was free to move the rest of her body, she tried to find a more comfortable position as she slowly licked his hairy sac, puzzled by the discovery it turned her on to do it. Was there anything about him that wouldn't?

He moved again, this time to aim his cock down, into her mouth. "Suck," was his simple, one word command.

She couldn't move her head, and he slowly moved in and out, going deeper and faster every time until he was forcefully fucking her face.

"Yea that's it, you cock sucking slut!" he yelled enthusiastically. "That's the way I fucking like it!"

She felt the large and slick flesh slide over her tongue every time he moved back inside, thumping against the backside of her throat, almost making her gag. She concentrated on her breathing as he submitted her to his relentless, hard-handed rhythm.

"Yea! Admit that's what you longed for all day long!" He suddenly pulled back to slap her face with his cock. "Come on, say it!"

"I wanted it." she gasped.

"Tell me what you want me to do next." He ordered.

"I... want you to fuck me!" she moaned. The stairs were so uncomfortable and painful she wanted to get it over with.

"Yea!" Jared smiled broadly while slapping her face. "Do you want me to fuck you sweetly, or fuck you hard?"

"H... hard," she panted. "I want it hard." 

He clenched her throat, looking into her eyes. "Yea! I'll give you what you want."

In a second he moved down the stairs and pulled up both her legs. He moved her thong to the side to clear the way, and rammed his cock in, making her moan and squirm.

He quickly found the right pace and fucked her hard and deep, spanking her ass a few times in between. The stairs were too hard and uncomfortable, and Daphne knew she wouldn't come in this position, but she tried to focus on the feeling of penetration anyway, how good it was to be fucked by Jared.

It took a few minutes of his rough treatment before he slowed down.

"You want to taste my cum?" he asked just before pulling out.

"Yes!" Daphne sighed, somewhat glad it would be over soon. She moved two stairs down and opened wide to receive.

He took her by her hair, just like last time, and jerked off fast, groaning with delight.

"Ah, fuck yea!" His body tensed as loads of cum shot hard into her mouth. Daphne managed to keep herself from gagging. She licked his cock while he kept coming, there didn't seem to be an end to it, and after the fifth spurt her mouth overflowed, making the white fluid drip over her lip and chin.

"Yea, that's my pretty cumslut! Swallow it! Make sure you get it all!"

She swallowed a few times, tasting the sharpness of his copious semen. She kept licking his cock.

"Mmh," he groaned, still caught up in the bliss of his orgasm. "That's a good slut."

When he finally let go of her Daphne leaned back on the stairs. She honestly didn't feel so good anymore. She had thought she would do absolutely anything to get some diversion, but it began to bother her that Jared didn't really care if she enjoyed it. And some things he had said got her a little worried. This really wasn't going the way she would have wanted it.

"I... should get back to work..." she said. It was the best excuse she could think of to get away from him.

He looked at her for a few long seconds. Calculating. Ascertaining.

"Want to come up for a drink?" he suddenly proposed.

She was ready to refuse any sort of invitation, but this one really did surprise her.

"A real drink?" she asked. "As in... a beverage?" He had seemed to think of talking and drinking as a complete waste of time before, and it made her curious why he suddenly offered it. 

He smirked and nodded. "A real drink."



Utopia Ch. 04



Chapter 4: A secret fantasy

In spite of her common sense telling her not to fall for the obvious trap, Daphne entered Jared's apartment again.

Between the open kitchen and the dining room there was a high bar-like table with two barstools, where he gestured to sit down. After he summed up a list of available beverages she chose white wine. She observed him take a bottle out of the fridge, uncork it and pour in two wine glasses. He sat down beside her, looking her up.

She still felt a little uncomfortable. It was hard to cover herself when while there wasn't a single button left on her torn blouse, and her back was a bit sore from lying on the hard stairs. She managed to smile anyway when he raised his glass.

She took a sip from the wine, which tasted surprisingly good. It gave her an immediate thirst for more. She wondered if he intended to get her drunk. She wouldn't see why he would want that however, as it hadn't been difficult to convince her to do anything so far. She gulped as she reckoned she really didn't need to be intoxicated to behave like a slut. Jared had already found that out.

"So tell me about this 'ability' of yours," he inquired. "What do you call it? Teleportation?"

Of course, Daphne thought, that's what he wanted to talk about. But what could she say? It would probably be a bad idea to tell him this was a virtual world and he was just a character. She had no idea how he would react, even if he believed her.

"There's really not much I can tell you about it," she sighed.

"Not much is something," he kept trying.

"Okay," she cleared her throat while collecting her thoughts on what she actually could tell him. "I discovered it a couple of years ago. I close my eyes, think of the place I want to go, visualise it, and the next moment I'm there. That's all." She started to rub her back and shoulders demonstratively, hoping he would notice.

"I can't understand why you thread so lightly on such an impossibly remarkable phenomenon," he spoke. When she did not answer he just sipped from his wine, and then stood up.

He touched her back right on the painful spot, making her move and look at him suspiciously. He pulled her shoulders, making her turn, and slowly started massaging her back, much to her surprise. She was pretty sure she had not flagged the massage skill button at character creation. It didn't particularly feel relaxing, but it definitely helped clearing up the pain. She let him handle her for about a minute, while listening to his slow breath behind her. 

A smile appeared on her face when he stopped, and the hands on her back moved to the front to cup her breasts.

She pushed him off and turned around on her barstool to face him. "Thanks. It's better now," she said, noticing the soreness was mostly gone.

"Hey, I'm a doctor," he pointed out as if she had doubted it. "I know what I'm doing." 

Jared stood between her opened legs, caressing her thighs as he looked at her. When he leaned forward she arched her back. His tongue brushed against her upper lip, making her open her mouth a little further to let him in. 

She moaned softly, enjoying this slow and erotic open kiss. His attitude was different from before, and the roughness seemed to have been replaced by tender playfulness. It made her wonder if he was finally falling in love with her. 

She looked into his eyes, taking a little distance. "You're so sweet all of a sudden," she said with her cutest smile.

A low inward chuckle could be heard as he pulled up his eyebrows, "maybe I just changed my strategy."

"Strategy of what?" Daphne pursed her lips, wondering. "Conquering me?" she guessed.

His smile turned into a malevolent smirk as he leant forward, fondling her breast. "Something like that," he confirmed with a whisper. He licked her ear, making her giggle. She responded by holding on to him, caressing him. Her left hand boldly groped his nice ass. 

"Tell me what you like, then," he asked softly, still close to her ear. "What turns you on?" 

"This," Daphne whispered, loving the way he touched her now. His hands seemed to be everywhere, making her feel all hot and horny. "This definitely turns me on."

"Okay..." he said a little impatiently, "and what do you want to do next?"

She cast her eyes down, slightly embarrassed. "I want you to fuck me," she said, figuring that was what he wanted her to say.

Jared shrugged. "Well, obviously, since you're a sex craving slut..." he pointed out, a little condescending, "but, how do you want it... where...? Tell me what pleases you." 

Daphne seemed a bit surprised with the question. She couldn't really think of something she wanted, but she could easily think of something she didn't want. "I don't want to do it on the stairs again." 

"You're so passive," he said, it almost sounded like a complaint. "You really hate calling the shots don't you?" He took a stronger hold on her, and grabbed her torn blouse. "Fine. I'll tell you what you want: You want to be forced into submission! You want me to dominate you, and be a rude bastard!"

"Not... necessarily," Daphne spoke hesitantly. She liked him when he was sweet just now.

Jared raised a eyebrow in disbelief. "Admit you want me to treat you like the whore you are."

"Don't... call me a whore..." she said. She had enough of his name calling. 

He let her go of her, sighing as if giving up on a lost cause. "You are, though," he said casually as he picked up his glass to take a few sips. "You dress like one, for starters," he said looking at his glass.

Daphne involuntarily started pulling her torn blouse to cover parts of her nakedness. He turned his head to watch her, and slowly looked her up. 

"When I first saw you I thought I'd surly have to pay you," he continued.

Daphne really got pissed now, and she could just refrain herself from jumping up and hitting him. 

As if he was daring her he came to stand right before her. "Sorry, I didn't mean to insult you..." he smiled apologetically. "Honestly, I'm glad you're this cheap."

She couldn't hold back her anger anymore, and slapped him hard in his face, surprising herself with the loudness of the smacking sound.

She was even more surprised when she heard his deep laughter. He was actually laughing out loud. Guessing by the sound of the hit and the tingling feeling in her hand she really must have hurt him. 

"Oh you love being teased don't you?" he said between laughs, snatching both her wrists so she couldn't hit him anymore. "I can tell so easily by the way you're reacting. Whenever I scold you, you just get even more turned on." He clenched her wrists painfully hard as he leaned in closer, speaking very slowly in his deepest voice. "Isn't that true, you fucking bitch? Aren't you a dirty slut with a needy cunt, begging to be abused?"

Daphne closed her eyes, trying to hide a shameful thought. Jared was right. When he said it like that it really did turn her on. Immensely, in fact.

"I'm sure you dreamed about it before you met me," his low voice turned a little sweeter, "I'll make all your secret wishes come true."

She felt his lips on hers. He let go of her arms to kiss her.

I must be insane, Daphne thought to herself while she responded to his kiss and moved her arms up to his shoulders to embrace him. His deep kiss was wilder and more compelling now, it felt so good it made her hunger for more. When he relaxed she noticed him gloating. She also noticed his left cheek was burning red from the slap she gave him. She let go, a little embarrassed about the things they both had said.

"See. I'm an excellent judge of character," Jared concluded. 

Daphne avoided looking at him by emptying her glass of wine. When she put it back on the bar he took the bottle and filled it again. She took another sip, silently wondering what to say. She hardly understood her own feelings at this point. A part of her wanted to run away, screaming, the other part however longed for nothing more but to be submitted to Jared's rude treatment. She frowned, lost in confusion. Was she really so extremely bored of everything that she'd put up with this guy's erratic behaviour? Who knew what he would be up to next?

"Now," he broke the silence, "back to what I want to know." He glanced at her. "Tell me about your sexual fantasies."

She looked up, wondering if he was serious.

"Come on," he insisted. "I want to know your dirtiest fantasy. Anything you want that you've never done before. Something you've always wanted to do but never dared ask." 

Daphne shrugged, looking at her glass. "I don't think there's anything...."

"Nothing at all?" Jared asked in disbelief. He came closer to wrap his arm around her. "How about a role play? You know... Teacher -- student, cop - criminal... Ooh!" his fingers tickled her neck, and she looked up into his twinkling eyes. "How about doctor - patient?" He laughed softly "In the practice of doctor Jared? We could actually do that, I'll show you my office and fuck you on my big desk during my working hours."

Daphne smiled uncomfortably "Eh, no... I don't think role play is something I'd --"

"Mmmh," he leaned closer to her ear, "maybe you'd like to try bondage. We already found out you're a bit of a masochist, and you seem like the type who'd love to get all tied up and whipped hard. Oh, I bet you'd look fantastic in leather, or latex..."

"No!" she responded loudly. She looked down, annoyed with the fact she had sounded so scared. "No," she spoke a bit calmer, "I don't think I'd be into that either." She figured he was just summing up his own twisted fantasies. 

"Come on, tell me then," he hissed impatiently. The fingers on her neck reached up into her hair, softly gripping it, pulling her head back a little . "What gets you all wet just thinking about it? There must be something kinky you want to try?" He pressed himself against her side, and his left caressed her inner thigh, moving up her skirt just a little bit. "What is the kinkiest thing you ever fantasised about?"

Daphne figured she'd have to give him something, so reluctantly she whispered, "I've fantasized about a threesome." 

He let go of her hair, and his hand between her legs jerked the barstool, turning her to face him. "A threesome? Really, is that the kinkiest you can come up with?"

She looked up into his eyes. She thought she had chosen a safe answer, something he wouldn't try to make happen. When she saw him lean against the bar, smiling indulgently, she wasn't so sure anymore, though.

"So, how would you want it? With two men, or a man and a woman... or an all girl team?"

"Two men," she said while a blush formed on her cheek. She picked up her glass to take another sip.

"So, what you're actually saying is you want to be double penetrated." Jared concluded, causing Daphne to almost spit the wine back in her glass in surprise. Her face was about as red as a fresh tomato now.

"I should have figured you were a DP slut," he mumbled, caressing her thighs looking down at her. "You long to feel completely stuffed, don't you? And you love to be the centre of everyone's attention, so what could be better than two cocks sharing you? Or three? Or four? I bet you dreamt about being gang banged as well..."

She shook her head in protest, still casting her eyes down.

"Come on, be honest for once." He leaned over her, threatening. "Look at me." 

Reluctantly she complied, and looked into his eyes, embarrassed and a little bit frightened.

"Have you ever dreamed about getting gangbanged by a dozen brawny men, like, a football team, ramming their giant cock in all your holes until you woke up so horny you masturbated all day, wishing it happened for real?"

Daphne blinked, a little shocked. "No! Absolutely not!"

"Hah! And you were just claiming not to be a whore," he smiled smugly as if she had confirmed.

"No, really... not... like that..." she began to fold.

"Maybe not exactly like that... But I'm close aren't I?"

"Look," Daphne tried to breathe calmly. "Some fantasies are just fantasies, not all of them should come true."

Her words caused Jared to laugh inwardly. "Bullshit," he said. 

He let go of her to arch his back and flex his muscles, smiling complacently as if complimenting himself for a job well done. He picked up his wine and emptied the glass. As he placed it back upon the bar he looked at the confused and embarrassed, half dressed woman beside him.

"Well, I said I'd do anything you want," he said cheerfully, rubbing his hands together. "You got it." He disappeared into the bedroom.

Daphne grabbed her glass and emptied it fast. "Never a dull moment when Jared's around," she whispered softly to herself, wondering what she got herself into this time. 

When he reappeared Daphne was a tiny bit relieved. He was alone, so at least he didn't have a football team stored in his bedroom. Her eyes widened somewhat however when she noticed the object in his hand; a large black dildo.

"Say hello to your new friend John," he waved at her with the toy as he approached.

"Holy fuck," Daphne brought out, stupefied. The dildo was quite long, and thicker than anything she ever got shoved between her legs, including Jared's cock.

"That's what I want to hear!" Jared smiled. "We don't need another guy to get you double stuffed. All it takes is a fun little toy!"

"Little?" she squeaked, causing him to laugh.

He walked over to the couch and threw the dildo in it, then he turned to look at Daphne. With his hand he gestured her to come over. "Come on! Chop chop!"

Caught in a bit of a daze she complied and approached him. When she was in reach Jared quickly rid her of her skirt and thong and pushed her in the couch.

"Here. Sit down," he ordered, making her lay down on her back with her legs open. Her eyes were fixed on the toy he picked up again. She wondered if he wouldn't use lube to ease it into her body.

She bit her lower lip as she felt three of his fingers slide into her slippery pussy, twisting around a bit. It surprised her she had gotten so damp.

"Up," he made her pull up her legs, and rubbed her pussy a bit. She put down her feet on the edge of the seat, supporting herself.

She gasped in excitement when she felt the rounded tip against her sensitive skin, and looked up at Jared's smirking face. He moved it, gently pressing against her entrance.

She held her breath when the toy got pushed in further, stretching her wide. It felt crazy but amazing. She threw back her head, soon moaning between her teeth. He began to move the dildo slowly in and out of her. She loved the super hard tension, and the overwhelming feeling of getting stuffed.

She opened her eyes to look down at the toy being shoved in her pussy, her body tensing and relaxing together with his rhythm. It felt so good, so amazing it was unreal. She moaned hard, impelling him.

While moving the dildo his left hand took her arm, and made her place her hand on the toy. 

"Here, take over," he said. "Come on. Fuck yourself." 

Daphne complied and reached out her arm to move the toy. It took some effort to keep the big thing in place, and it seemed her body was trying to push it back out. But she grabbed on to the dildo and deftly pulled it in deeper, groaning fiercely while still clenching her teeth, enjoying the wild pleasure she was giving herself.

"What a pretty sight you are." Jared observed her while undressing.

She hardly noticed him anymore, concentrating on the intense feelings inside her body, keeping herself hostage on cloud nine.

Jared let her go at it for a while, observing her, and jerking off to the sight of his shameless slut.

She only noticed him again when he bended down and touched lower thighs, his wet fingers sliding down in search of her asshole. She slowed down and completely stopped when she felt a lone finger circle the tight muscle, tensing up her body as it entered. She held still, wheezing and relishing the feeling of more intrusion.

When he retracted his finger he pulled out the dildo as well, leaving her completely empty.

"Turn around," he said.

Daphne soon moved and turned to sit down on her knees in the couch, bending over the back support. A hard slap on her ass just fired her up for the next wild incursion.

"Spread your filthy cunt," he commanded.

She complied, pulling her lower lips apart.

To her surprise it was not the dildo she felt, but Jared's cock lunging into her pussy. He pounded her hard, his free hand whacking her ass until it turned red. At this point even the burning pain could only excite her more.

"Oh you like it like that, huh? You fucking whore!"

"Yes... yes..." she huffed. It was the only word she could remember.

His cock left her to make room for the big toy again. She groaned as it invaded her, and started fucking her mercilessly. It all felt good, so fucking good that drool was dribbling from her mouth.

She knew he would want her ass again soon, and anticipating his next move, she wetted her fingers sucking on them, and went down to find her ass. 

She eased in one, and then a second finger, dazzled by the tightness. She could feel the dildo beneath fucking up her pussy.

"Oh, you're getting your ass ready for me, are you?" his voice sounded. "That's a good little slut."

"Yes..." Daphne wheezed, cramming in a third feeling. It was really getting insane now. She pushed her face against the couch back support, squirming as the madness continued.

She heard him laugh. And abruptly the big toy left her stretched out pussy, leaving her gasping. Her fingers in her ass twisted around slowly, it was a little easier to move now the lower hole was vacant. 

Jared put the dildo aside and took a moment to enjoy the view again, of his lecherous slut prepping her ass for him. 

Daphne took a deep breath before she pushed in a fourth finger. She tried her best to relax around it, and when she stretched it gradually like this, it didn't hurt. She vibrated with her fingers, loosening the muscle for the next intrusion.

When he got tired of waiting Jared took a hold of her hand and pulled it out of her ass. He placed one foot on the couch and placed the tip of his cock against her back entrance.

"Yea," he sheathed his entire length in her hot and tight asshole. 

Daphne writhed at the feeling of being taken, but it didn't hurt this time.

"Yea, I love fucking this tight little ass," he groaned, pounding her faster. 

After a short while he came out completely, and spread her butt cheeks to look at her opened ass. "Lovely," he commented. His right hand lowered to her moist pussy, and he rubbed her button, causing Daphne to squeak and moan hard with lust for more.

"I think it's time for John to join us again," he decided, picking up the black dildo. "Stick your hand out between your legs," he ordered her. 

It took a moment to analyse his demand, but then she understood and lowered her hand. She felt him put the large toy in her hand and guide her up to place it against her damp pussy. He aided her pushing it back in, forcefully widening her hole. She struggled for breath, moaning until the toy was all the way in.

She moved it slowly in and out, enjoying the feeling of being stuffed again, but she was very aware of Jared, looming over her. She felt him against her body, and groaned in anticipation of what she knew would happen next.

She felt his slick cock against her ass, and just in time she braced for impact.

He forced his cock into her tight ass, pushing down on her completely crammed pussy. The sensation was maddening, and Daphne screamed at the warped feeling of getting both her ass and pussy so stretched out. 

Jared didn't waste any time listening to her, and started ramming his cock hard into her trembling asshole.

"Yea, take it bitch!" he yelled, enticed by her terrified screams, "just fucking take it!"




Utopia Ch. 04



Daphne couldn't stop herself from crying out under all the torment. She couldn't believe it actually felt good, and seconds later she found herself crying out in pleasure, driven by the extreme feeling of getting completely stuffed.

"Oh yea, you love it, don't you?" Jared yelled loudly, "show me what a filthy whore you are!"

She could hardly comprehend what he was saying. She couldn't think about anything, except do what her body told her to do; completely giving in to the fucking frenzy.

While Jared drilled her ass hard she moved the dildo in her pussy, pressing her face into the couch to muffle her voice. She forgot where she was, who she was, what was happening all together, and slipped into a dreamy delirium.

Her orgasm was a scream. While her body was shaking, the all consuming feeling took her mind away into a wide ocean of bliss, where she floated away like a rudderless ship, immensely satisfied.

She couldn't really relax completely though, as Jared didn't stop. Even as his groans kept growing louder and his ecstasy built up, he kept banging her ass mercilessly, pushing her down as if he wanted to tear her apart. 

It was crazy what he did to her quivering body, and she could hardly hold on to the big dildo in her pussy. But she did. 

Again she surrendered to the maddening feeling. She came again, screaming her lungs out. The new and high waves of her orgasm took her even further off shore, and she completely lost it, gasping, drooling, and spasming in bliss.

Her mind wasn't present anymore, but her body vaguely noticed when Jared retracted. At that moment her hand let go of the dildo, and the toy slipped out of her pussy and fell down on the floor. 

Jared spread her ass, and went all the way in, and back out again, letting out deep groans.

As Daphne was coming back to her senses she could hear Jared was really close to climax. Her body already longing for the feeling of tension again, she moved her hand up to spread her ass for him while he went in and out once more. Then he jerked his cock a few times right above her open hole, groaning really hard when he finally came, shooting warm spurts of jizz on her ass and lower back.

"Now that's nice!" he commented on his work when he was all done. He gave her ass another slap before he stood up. 

Daphne tried to move her body, and noticed she was quite exhausted from all the exercise. Her body felt stiff and when she stood up her legs were all weak and wobbly after her amazing orgasms. She felt quite satisfied though. 

She noticed the big dildo on the floor, glistening with moist, and looked up at her tireless lover, who just stood there naked, looking at her with that same old smirk on his face.

"Can I use your bathroom?" she asked shyly.

Jared just shrugged, "sure."

She quickly picked up her clothes and tried to walk straight to the bathroom while cum trickled down over her back and legs.

When she closed the bathroom door behind her she leaned on the sink for support. What the hell just happened? Oh sure it had felt amazingly good but... from this point on things could easily get out of hand. She had to remember Jared was here to stay, she couldn't delete him, couldn't change him, couldn't wipe his memories. It was quite possible she'd have to face him every single day for the rest of her life. What if he wanted to 'try new things' every time? She gulped at the thought.

Daphne felt so dirty and exhausted she wanted to take a shower, but then she realised it was quite possible he wouldn't like it if she showered here, or worse, he may come in and join her for a third round. No, she decided it was probably best to get out of here fast and take a bath at home.

She quickly cleaned up by the sink and got dressed. Since she couldn't close her blouse she tied the lower tips in a knot, leaving her belly exposed but her bosom mostly covered.

When she left the bathroom she noticed Jared also got dressed.

"I should go..." she immediately went for the front door.

"I guess I can't stop you..." he intercepted her before she could leave, "but remember we're still on for tonight." It sounded like a warning. "I'll be at Ruby's around ten."

Daphne nodded, cursing inwardly. They were going to meet at the club later. She didn't know if she would be able to take more of this tonight. She thought about how weird her ass and pussy felt right now. Not really sore but, well... used. She really had enough adventure for one day. But, again she figured it was probably a bad idea to get on this guy's bad side.

After a peck on her lips and a hard squeeze in her butt she was allowed to leave, and from the moment she stood alone in the corridor she teleported home.

When she arrived at her house she went upstairs to take a bath. While the water was running she momentarily checked her computer. Apparently she had received a text message from Celina. She opened it.

'Hey, I haven't gotten a chance to talk to you yet! How did it go with that guy you met? I met someone too yesterday. His name's Lucas. He's so great. We should meet up, maybe a double date? Call me.'

Daphne moaned helplessly after she read the message. She really didn't look forward to introducing Jared to Celina, it gave her a bad feeling just to think about it. She could easily imagine him humiliating her publically in a dozen ways in front of her friend. 

No, the double date was probably a bad idea. Daphne didn't want to be mean to her friend so she decided to ignore the message, that way it would seem like she didn't read it. If she went to the club tonight she wanted to go alone. Jared would take her home anyway. 

She suddenly wondered why he wanted to meet her at Ruby's. Why not just have her come to his apartment? 

Daphne shrugged off the thought and went to the bathroom to take a long and relaxing bath.