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Virtual Sexuality Ch. 01

By: dweaver999



Chapter One: Jack

It had been there for almost a year. Virtual Sexuality was the latest in virtual reality arcades. According to their ads on the holotube, you could 'live out your deepest sexual fantasies' in a completely safe environment. It didn't matter how depraved or mundane they were, since you only interacted in a virtual reality matrix, you never did anything that was actually wrong. Our thought lives were not criminalized, yet. I had thought of trying them out, but wasn't sure what fantasies I wanted to explore, or even if I wanted to explore them at all.

So what had changed? Marcia dumped me. We had been going steady for almost three years. The sex was great, or at least I thought so. It's not even like I forgot anniversaries or birthdays or some such stupid act of insensitivity. Three weeks ago, she announced, out of the blue, that I wasn't meeting her needs. 

"What needs?" I had asked. 

"After three years, you should know what my needs are!" 

Good God, I'm not a mind reader, and if I was, I would have to wear a dampener. She could have at least said something like "I need more oral sex," or "A romantic dinner would be nice every once in a while," or "I like girls." I would have been able to deal with that. But no, I get that, "You should know," crap.

So here I am, three weeks of no sex, at least sex with someone else, and I'm going crazy. So, "Jack," I says to myself, "you should try out Virtual Sexuality. All the sex I want with none of the bullshit that seems to go with it." I mean, that's a fantasy, isn't it? A woman who will let me know what she wants and needs so that I can meet them? And it's only to tide me over until I get back on the dating thing again. After three years out of the loop, you get rusty.

Anyway, here I am, standing at the entrance to the place and thinking about going in. I'm not sure why I haven't yet. It seems like a big deal, for some reason. Some sort of Rubicon. Justin tells me that it is a wonderful experience, though he never describes what happens when he visits. I suppose there are some of my sexual fantasies that I would not want to share, either. I should at least figure out how the thing works. I have the feeling that it's not like a normal arcade. I mean, when you get into an Everest simulation, there's only so much that can happen. But sex? I've heard that there are no fantasies that can't be fulfilled.

Once I enter, the place looks so... normal. Almost like a spa or gym. There is someone at the front desk helping a couple. I can't help but overhear, given how excited and loud they are being.

"So, you want a private reality," the girl at the counter asks.

"Yes. No one else. Her dad insists we wait until we're married for real sex, but we can try out each other here."

"Will you be wanting any preliminary activities, dinner, movie, that kind of thing?"

The girl friend answered, "No, no. We just want to try out some sex, see if we're compatible."

"You do realize that our programming makes you compatible automatically?"

"How can a simulator make two people who might not be, actually seem compatible?" he asked.

"Our system is quite advanced. Unlike a sports VR, for example, that interacts with your external nervous system, our VR actually interacts with your subconscious, using feedback to determine what your desires are. Since any pair of people are compatible with each other at some basic level, the feedback between two people will enhance the things you like about each other and minimize the things you dislike."

The girl popped up with a, "Oh, we like everything about each other."

I could catch the hint of sarcasm when the reception lady continued with, "That will make it easier on the computer then. As I was saying, your VR selves will be a blend between what each of you wants most from themselves and in a partner. It makes for great sex, but for a poor compatibility test." The guy said, "I can live with great sex. How about you honey?"

"Yes. Great sex makes up for a lot."

"Very well. If you will sign these releases, We'll get you set up in VR room 27."

The couple signed the forms and another person came out from the back to lead them to room 27, wherever that was. I walked up to the counter and waited while she entered a few notations on her screen. Then she looked up.

"Welcome to Virtual Sexuality. How can I help you?"

"I was wanting to... I was hoping to try out... "

"First time?"

"No, I've had sex before. Just never in VR."

"That's what I meant. No one ever seems to know what to ask for on their first visit. We call them scenes. Do you want to engage in a scene?"

"I guess. How does it work?"

"You have several options. You didn't come in with anyone, so I assume you don't want a couple scene. You can engage a solitary scene. In a solitary, you are the only human in the VR simulation. Every one else you encounter is created from your own subconscious. You will have exactly the fantasy you want, perfectly. You could also enter the public matrix. There are currently, let's see now, 36 people in the matrix. You will interact with them on a variety of levels, depending on the desires of the others and yourself. The public matrix is out most popular option. We also have some specialty simulations that are preprogrammed to certain basic fantasies that come up a lot. These are less interactive than the public matrix or a solitary scene. There are currently 14 specialty matrices available, with simulations of things such as BDSM and rape."

"Rape?"

"Yes, rape fantasies are more popular than you would think. Our simulations let men and women explore those darker desires in a totally safe environment. Remember, rape fantasy is not the desire for real rape, just the desire to be forced in some way."

"I see." I didn't, but I wanted to move off this particular subject. "So, if I opt for a solitary scene, I will experience what I truly desire, perfectly."

"Yes. I should point out that what you truly desire may not be what you consciously desire. Our simulators interact with your subconscious mind. Many are shocked by their first solitary scene, at what their subconscious wants for them."

"I think I can handle it. I'll take a solitary scene. How does this all work?"

"You'll be placed under a standard looking VR hood and the remote contacts to your nervous system will link in. There will be the usual minute or two of disorientation and them you'll find yourself in your fantasy. You can do anything in the fantasy that you wish, and the feedback system will have the virtual players react exactly as you want them to."

"I see. How much is a scene?"

"$25 for a real time hour. Inside, that could be days or minutes, depending on how your fantasy plays out. You're aware of the small chances of damage from using virtual reality devices?"

"Yes." I did not consider the one in a million chance for brain damage to be worth worrying about. Even then, the damage usually results in nothing except the inability to interface with VR equipment again.

"If you'll sign this release, we'll have a tech get you started."

I signed the form while she pushed a button on the desk in front of her. A technician showed up and led me back to a room that had a dozen comfortable looking chairs, each with a VR hood. There were more wires than I was used to seeing.

"I thought your equipment was more advanced than normal. What's with all the extra wires?"

"Your subconscious has more to it than your external nervous system. We interact with both, so the increased number of wires. The information flow is too great to use wireless data systems. Now, you need an exit icon."

"Exit icon?"

"Yes. A word or symbol that will cause the matrix to eject you if you see, hear or say it. That way, you can exit the simulation before your hour is up if you wish. They are almost never used, but we like to have them available anyway."

"How about a urinal? Can you have the sight of a urinal send me out?"

"That should work. Our virtual selves almost never need to use the can, so seeking one out and seeing the urinal will make a good exit icon. I'll just program the sight of a urinal to exit you, and we'll be ready to start."

He placed the hood over my head after I was reclined on the chair. I relaxed and heard the familiar low hum of the virtual reality equipment. After a short tickling sensation at the base of my skull, there was a white flash of light that seemed to last for several minutes. When it cleared, I was lying in a bed between red satin sheets. The rustle of the sheets across my breasts made my pussy wet.

WHAT THE HELL! I threw the sheets off and saw the most gorgeous female body I could imagine. Just the sight of it would give me a hard on, if I had a cock. Clearly something had gone wrong with the programming. I was not going to spend an hour in a virtual reality simulation of being a girl. I got up and headed for the bathroom, only to realize that, since I was in a bedroom, the bathroom would not have a urinal. Mental note to self, use a spoken exit icon next time.

I needed to get out of where I was to a public venue where I could go into a men's room. The room was really quite beautiful. The furnishings were a taste of elegant antique. The vanity had a large mirror that I could see myself in. I seemed to be about 5 foot 5, maybe 120 pounds, not too thin, but not overweight (No one is overweight in their mind's eye). My breasts were somewhat small, about the size of a large orange and firm. They stood out without any support. This body would have no need for a bra.

The nipples were erect, sticking out almost painfully. The pussy was bare, no hair, and the lips were protruding and glistening with lubricant. I realized that I was incredibly horny. When I ran a finger across a nipple it was like a little electric spark ran through my body and my pussy quivered, almost as if to say, "Me too?" My other hand seemed to find the folds all by itself. The wetness there was very slick and I actually moaned as I made contact with myself. That was really good.

My God, what was I doing? I do not want to be a woman. I certainly don't want sex as a woman, do I? Of course, it would be kind of nice to know just what they felt when I was doing things. I was paying for the experience. But this was so wrong. I opened the drawers in the wardrobe and found a selection of garments. As I pulled things out, I realized I had no idea how to put most of these things on. It didn't help that everything seemed designed to maximize the sexual attractiveness of this body. Just what was my subconscious up to anyway?

The panties were easy. Underpants are underpants, no matter what your sex. My jockies never felt like this going on. The silk fabric of the panties I selected felt like I was slipping sex onto my body. When they reached my pussy, I shuddered. That was so incredible. I could feel the inside of the cunt spasm, little ripples of pleasure radiating out from my crotch. How in the world was I going to function in these? How did women function in things like this? Were they always this turned on?

I tried walking in them and found that wave after wave of pleasure rolled over my body. Not extremely strong waves, but constant. By the time I had circled the room once, the panties were soaked through. This was not going to work. Maybe if I climaxed, the sensitivity would die down. It was a better option than walking around town(?) in a constant state of high arousal. I took the panties off again, letting them drop to the floor. Sitting on the bed, I brought my fingers back to my pussy and began caressing it again.

If I wasn't so creeped out about being a woman in here, this would feel really good. I stuck three fingers inside of my pussy and started fucking it with them. My hand was getting real wet and fluid was dripping down the inside of my thighs. Having something inside of me felt so good. There was another... need is the best word, I guess, building. Just above my pussy was a... something, it's hard to describe, that made me feel more and more antsy. I used my other hand to feel around and there, under a flap of skin, was my cock, or at least it felt like a miniature cock.

It was erect, and when I touched it, I felt like bolts of lightning were running through me. Oh my God! This was so fantastic. Yeah, I know, I found my clit. I'm not a moron, just not used to being on the inside of a female body. No wonder women want us to play with this at some time, if not more often. Between my fingers plunging into my cunt and the other fingers rubbing my clit, I was starting to feel a pressure, a familiar pressure in my loins. There was an orgasm coming and I wanted it just as bad now as I wanted it when I had a cock.

I fucked myself faster and faster, the pressure to cum building to heights I didn't know were possible. It was like it took more to get there with women than it did with men. No wonder they're always bitching about us cumming too soon. Shit, it's not our fault, at least not entirely. It seems to be biological. The orgasm felt the same at first. An incredible explosion of pleasure radiated from my groin to encompass my whole body. But then, it didn't bounce back to my cock for the big finish and ejaculation. It sort of bounced all around inside until it lost its steam and I stopped shaking on the bed.

I lay there panting, soaking in a warm glowy feeling. It was like the arousal was slowly ebbing, like a light with a dimmer switch. It was kind of nice to lay there and just feel good. Everything smelled kind of nice too .I didn't notice the wetness underneath me for several minutes. It seemed to be cooling and getting a little uncomfortable. 

I stood up and discovered that my pussy, legs and hands were a mess. I went into the bathroom to try to clean up a little. When I tried to wash my pussy with a damp wash rag, I actually yelped. Good grief, I was still sensitive down there, especially my clit. It was like I was still horny on some level. What does it take to satiate this body with sex? With this level of sensitivity, I wasn't going to be able to take anything touching my pussy without walking myself into an orgasm. I was so not going to lose control like that in public.

It might be interesting to see just how insatiable this body was, but I wanted out of this matrix. I went back to the wardrobe and found some things that would work. I'd leave the panties off and where a skirt that would leave my pussy untouched. I put a shirt on as well. I guess it's called a blouse. Even without panties, this was going to be hard. the blouse was made of silk and rubbed deliciously over my nipples, bring them back to an erect state. And, like there was some sort of hotline between pussy and breast, my juices were beginning to flow. A bra wasn't going to help, given that they were all as frilly and sensuous feeling as the shirt was. Just what as my subconscious up to anyway?

Shoes. Where were the shoes? I found them in a closet and shit! High heels. All high heels. At least three inches of high heel each. I tried on the shortest that were there, stood up and promptly fell on my ass. At least the bed was under it. It's amazing how much your center of gravity changes in three measly inches. I took them off and practiced walking around the room on tip toes. I swore that I'd never ogle high heel wearers again. I could not believe how hard it was to walk in these blasted things. Once I had them back on, it was still hard, though the tip toe practice had helped a little. Even then, there were different muscles being used.

I must have spent half an hour getting used to the feel of being raised up like this. I have to admit, the woman staring back out of the mirror was sexier (so much for my promise to myself, I was ogling myself in high heels). Damn! They make you feel sexier too. It was like my pussy and breasts were being thrust forward more, calling attention to themselves. And you can't help but wiggle your ass when you walk raised up like that (at least I couldn't). Finally, I was satisfied that I could get from point A to point B without falling and breaking my neck. I opened the door and looked out of the bedroom.

The hardest part of virtual reality to get used to is the short cuts. No one in their right mind will build a bedroom that opens up directly onto main street. In VR that kind of thing happens all the time. There wasn't a lot of vehicle traffic, but there was lots of foot traffic. I looked around and saw an interesting collage of buildings. Two, no three motels, Five bars, four restaurants and a couple of movie theaters advertising porn. Well, this is a sexual virtual reality, so the preponderance of establishments that lent themselves to meeting sexual partners was not terribly surprising.

There was a restaurant next door, as good a place to find a urinal. I walked down the sidewalk, noticing that both men and women were eying me with lust openly displayed on their faces. Inside the restaurant, I made a bee line for the men's room, only to have my arm grabbed. I looked at its owner and saw this hunk of a man holding me.

"Miss, I think you wan that one there," he said, pointing to the lady's room.

"No," I said, my voice a sultry alto that sounded like it was desperate to be fucked. "I want this one."

"I'm sorry, lady, we don't allow that kind of thing here. That's what hotel rooms are for. If you can't follow the rules, You're going to have to leave."

Well, this was unexpected. The virtual people were preventing me from activating my exit icon. He was clearly not going to let me in the men's room.

"Very well, I'll use the women's room."

"He let me go and I walked into the correct bathroom and stood there for a minute to think. I wasn't panicking. The system would eject me in an hour anyway. I just wanted out now. Remaining idle wasn't a real option. VR systems speed up down time in the real world. A day or two of idleness would only take a minute or two. I needed to do things, things that would use up time. This being a sexual matrix, sex would be the fastest way to use up my hour.

Gee, what to do. Interminably long boredom, or experience sex as a woman. Not a hard choice. The masturbation was enjoyable, so real sex would be as well. After all, this is my private fantasy. I just did not appreciate what my mind wanted. I had my pick of people, seeing as everyone lusted after me (it wouldn't be much of a fantasy if they didn't). I figured the dual sex lusting was from me being a man in a woman's body. The body wanted men and the mind wanted women.

Deep breath and I walked back out. There were two guys standing there waiting for me. I looked them in the eye, one after the other, and asked, "What can I do for you boys?"

The left one, tall, blond, blue eyed, answered, "It's more of a question of what we can do for you."

"And what would that be?"

He moved up into my space. I couldn't move back because his friend, tall, black and brown eyed, had moved up against my back. His chest touched me breasts through the blouse and his hand brushed my cheek. His friend's hand felt along my ass through the skirt.

"Everyone here knows what you're looking for. We can smell it all over you." He leaned in to place his face next to mine. "You want to be fucked, hard, fast, and by as many men as possible. Admit it. Or tell me I'm wrong."

That sounded so fantastic! It's just what I wanted. I don't know where that want came from, but I wanted it and I wanted it now. My pussy was dripping so much you could almost here the drops hitting the floor below me.

"Yes! I want to be fucked. Take me and fuck me, please."

His mouth descended onto mine, his tongue forcing my lips apart. I was helpless against him as he grasped my arms and pulled me in, his tongue exploring my mouth, like it or not. And like it I did. I let him do as he wished, unable to understand what was happening. No matter what body, I was a guy and I was kissing a guy. Why did it feel so good? Those wonderful feelings were overwhelming me. His friend behind me had one hand on my ass, squeezing it and pressing my skirt up into the crack, while his other hand pressed the front of my skirt against me, rubbing my pussy with that silk against those incredibly sensitive folds of flesh.


Virtual Sexuality Ch. 01



Every last bit of resistance left me as I moaned at the sensual feelings assaulting my body. I remember thinking that at least I would use up that real world hour at this rate. I reached up and grabbed the blond guy, rubbing my hands across his back. My pussy felt so empty. It was like a yawning chasm that had to be filled, it had to be. I drought a hand down in front of me, feeling at his pants. I could feel it, trapped in his pants, his cock, that wondrous, glorious, terrifying cock. My God! I was feeling some guy's cock and it felt so good.

"I need to be fucked. Please fuck me, shove your cock into my cunt." I sounded like I was dying and in need of life saving medicine. I was shocked at the desperation in my voice. There was a gaping emptiness in my cunt and the perfect thing to fill it was just beyond reach. I brought my other hand down, fumbling with his belt. After several tries, I got it loose and ripped the snap on his pant open. They dropped to his ankles with no further help from me, freeing my hands to pull at his boxers.

I had it! His cock was in my hands. There were hands pushing me down, down to my knees. Now I could see and smell it. It was so lovely and the scent of his maleness was intoxicating. I briefly thought, in horror, that I was taking a cock into my mouth, but that horror was run down by the desire train which was building up speed. 

I licked the side of it, tasting the sweat and precum mixture that had covered it. It didn't taste good, but it wasn't bad either, it just was. Sort of like how water has no overriding taste, but a taste none the less. I was holding onto the base of his cock with one hand and cupping his balls with the other, gently squeezing them every once in a while. I could feel hands at the buttons to my blouse, undoing them and entering to fondle my tits. I moaned onto the cock I was still licking, cleaning the fluids that had accumulated on it so far. 

I needed more. The small tastes were no longer enough. I took the whole thing in my mouth, cramming it all in. I choked, gagging as he hit the back of my throat. Backing off a little, I had a full mouth and could still breath. I wrapped my tongue around his shaft, caressing it like I would using my hand. He began to pump back and forth slightly, holding onto my had. My pussy was jealous, wanting to be filled too. I tried to express that burning desire around his penis.

"uck, eed uck."

"What's that little cunt, you need to be fucked?"

I nodded my head, forcing out a, "es."

Four hands pulled me up and threw me across the corner of a table. One breast was crushed beneath my weight while the other hung over the edge. The back of my skirt was flipped over my bask, letter a cool breeze tickle my pussy. I shivered in anticipation, moaning and begging, "Fuck me. Please fuck me. Give me your cock, I need your cock." I was cut off when the black guy put his cock to my mouth. I opened and the shorter, but slightly thicker cock forced its way into my mouth. He grabbed a hold of my head and began to rock in and out of my mouth, never quite leaving it. I worked my tongue on it as he was going deep and shallow, catching and releasing the foreskin as it passed the tip of my tongue.

I felt a cock, the blond I hoped, rubbing against my pussy lips, teasing me. I groaned around the one in my mouth, trying to encourage him to thrust into my snatch, to bury himself there. He kept rubbing himself through my juices, lubing up before the big show. I moaned in frustration as the emptiness in my cunt was not being filled. I had to have it. I wriggled my ass at him, I pulled my skirt further up to free more of my pussy for him. Finally he started easing it in and I thrust back against it, impaling myself on that hard iron bar poking out from his body, moaning in ecstasy at the blessed feeling of fullness.

Once he was in, all thought of teasing seemed to leave his head. He started pumping, hard and fast, matching the tempo of the cock in my mouth. It was short enough that I had no gagging issues when it was all the way down. I was right where I wanted to be, stuffed with cock and riding the wave of arousal to a, hopefully, mind blowing orgasm. I came once, shuddering in their grasp, causing the table to rock and wobble on its unsteady legs. The kept at it, pumping like freight trains.

The black cock in my mouth went off first, spewing cum down my throat. I almost gagged, until I realized that it actually tasted good. I was surprised, since I had tasted myself from eating Marcia's pussy when I would cum and she had not yet, and that was a little gross. A lot got onto my face and in my hair when he pulled out, still spurting cum. The guy in my cunt came as my face was being painted. I cold feel hot cum pulsing into my womb and I climaxed again, screaming out loud this time, my mouth finally free. Waves of pleasure rolled over me as he pulled out and spent the last of himself onto my back.

Done with me, they let me drop to my knees, leaking cum from my pussy and covered with it on my face and my back. I saw three other guys getting up and moving towards me. I wanted to get up and leave, go back to my room and rest, but I was too weak to stand. It didn't help that my body was reacting to their approach in a totally different way than my mind. I was getting aroused again. My mouth was watering for more of that wondrous cum in it and my pussy was feeling achingly empty again.

I tried to stand, but two of them knelt in front and behind me. They had already taken their pants off and were displaying rigid cocks. The one behind put his hand up my cunt and took a handful of the juice and semen that was there and spread it back to my ass. "OH MY GOD!" I yelled. He was going to fuck my ass.

I tried to flinch away and he just slapped my ass and growled, "Hold still or I will knock you senseless and take you anyway. You know you want this, you wouldn't be here if you didn't."

That hit me like a ton of bricks. The feedback system. It only sent to you, what you wanted in your deepest desires. Did I want to be a woman and be gang banged brutally? This was supposed to be my fantasy. How else could I explain cum tasting good and the way my body was reacting? Normally, I hate the phrase, "lie back and enjoy it," but in this case, I was supposedly wanting to enjoy this. Based on the last fuck, I was going to lose control anyway, so I might as well get into it from the beginning.

The decision made, I arched my ass back at him and tried to relax as he inserted a slimy finger into my ass, coating it with the slick fluids leaking out of me. One, two, then three fingers penetrated my ass, opening me up more than I had thought possible. I groaned as he pushed into me, wriggling his fingers. By now, I was not surprised that it was feeling good and arousing.

He pulled his fingers out and both him and the guy in front of me lifted me up and scooted in closer. They set me down, and I could feel their cocks pressing against my pussy and ass. The forced my down onto their cocks while they thrust up with their hips. The one behind was slow going as my cheeks spread only reluctantly to allow him in. Once it breached the outer layer, it slid in easier, letting my cunt drop onto the guy in front. The third guy was off to the side of me and swiveled my head and thrust his cock down my throat, choking me briefly.

God damn! I only thought I was full last time. Three cocks, filling each of three holes, now that was full. It was a glorious feeling as they all started pumping against me. All I could do was sit/kneel there and take it, slipping my hand down to play with my clit. I was soaring. The feelings, now that I wasn't fighting them, were even better. Waves of pleasure rolled over my like a hurricane, sweeping me away. I was lost in the moment, crying out around the cock in my mouth, riding the tidal wave of arousal.

The three must have been really turned on already because it didn't seem like they took very long to cum. I felt pulsing inside my ass, followed by a jets of hot cum pouring into my bowels. My pussy got the next deposit, filling it to overflowing as he yelled out loud. They leaned back, leaving the guy in my mouth by himself. Turned to the side, I had trouble getting him very deep, but he seemed to not mind. I rubbed my clit violently, wanting another orgasm now! Wave after wave of feeling radiated from my cunt, filling me more fully than the cocks had. He erupted in my mouth as I went over the top, screaming a muffled scream around him. 

Right then, there was a white flash of light that seemed to last forever, then I woke up on the chair, the hood over my head. The technician lifted the hood, smiling. "How was it?"

"That was really different. I'm not sure what to think."

"That's one of the two reactions we get. That and 'that was so fucking incredible' or some such thing. I hope we will see you again. Do you need a hand to the exit?"

"No. I can find the way." I stood up and adjusted my bra that had twisted while I was in the matrix. Thank God I was out of there. Living a fantasy as a man? I don't think so. I'll stick to the real world and my sex starved women's body. God, I needed a real fuck. 

I waved at the receptionist as she called out, "Bye Jacqueline. I hope we see you again soon."



Virtual Sexuality Ch. 02



Chapter Two Melanie

I was waiting for Stephanie at the diner, reading the local newscast on my datapad. There was some story about a local store owner having gone missing, Jack someone. I was so bored. No, that's not quite right. I was so sex starved. Since Rob was transferred to Halifax, I had not had sex at all. I hated the dating scene. It usually took me months to just be willing to go out on dates each time I find myself unattached. In High School I never did, too embarrassed to even try to talk to some guy. Hell, Rob had been a 'fix me up' by me girl friends.

"Mel! There you are," Stephanie called out. I waved at her. She practically skipped over to the table. She looked at me with a strange expression on her face. Sitting, she asked, "Do you have any idea what you look like? No, of course not. Mel, you look like you dying for a good fuck."

"Steph! Someone will hear you."

"So what? This is 2024, not the 20th century. People can talk about sex and no one gives a fuck. Anyway, I have just the thing for you."

"Not another blind date?"

"Hey! You liked the last one. Or were you screwing Rob because he repulsed you?"

"Okay, Rob was cool. But, he was the 13th in a long string of failures. Do you have any idea how close I was to not going on that date? If it hadn't been the new "Gone With the Wind" I would have played sick."

"Let that be a lesson. Anyway, it's not a blind date. I'm talking about Virtual Sexuality. It will be perfect for you."

"Virtual Sexuality?"

"God Mel, don't you watch the holo? Their ads are everywhere. It's only the best thing in VR since wireless helmets. It's sex! Virtual sex. Not just sex, but your nastiest sex dreams, lived out in the safety of a matrix."

"Virtual sex? You mean like scaling Mt. Everest, only scaling mount cock?"

"Yes! They have the most advanced stuff. It reaches into your mind and pulls your best fantasies out and lets you live them out. You want to fuck two guys at once, you can. You want to be tied down and forced, it can happen, safely, with no chance of getting hurt by some weirdo. If you can think of it, you can do it."

"But, what if you don't know what you want?"

"That's the best part. Their new system reaches in to your subconscious and creates the ultimate fantasy from what you don't even know you want. It is so hot, I mean H... O... T... HOT. I'm practically creaming my panties just telling you about it. Come on, let's go."

"I don't know. What if I don't like what's in my subconscious?"

"That's silly. It's us. How can we not like us?"

She gave me little choice, really. She grabbed my wrist and practically dragged me down the street to her car. We glided along for about 20 minutes (Stephanie hated driving in fly mode, acrophobic). There it was. From the outside, it looked like any other VR arcade, well, except for the sign including the word sex in several prominent places. A group of college students were coming out, looking very pleased with themselves.

The inside lobby was more like a health club lobby. There was no sign of the VR booths that were prominently visible in other arcades. The gentleman behind the counter looked up.

"Ms. Linderman. It's so good to see you again. Are you visiting the dungeon again?"

"No Mark. I want to show my friend Melanie the place. We'll take the public matrix."

"No problem. In fact, we'll let her first time be for free. I'm sure it won't go to waste. Here's the release forms. Just sign in the usual place."

I took the pen, hesitating. "Release? From what?"

"Well, Melanie, it's the standard VR release, stating that you understand the slight risk of brain damage and that you will not hold Virtual Sexuality responsible. Every arcade has them."

I looked it over. It was the usual form, with one additional clause. "What's this about mental duress?"

"Since our new system accesses your subconscious to create your fantasy, there is a small chance that you may be shocked by what you encounter. You're just acknowledging that it's not us, but your own mind that creates situations that may shock you. It happens in about 1% of the cases.

I nodded my head, signing the form. Stephanie paid her $25 fee and he called an attendant to take us back to the public matrix. It looked just like any other arcade. There were rows of couches, recliners actually, with hoods at them. There were an awful lot of wires. Hadn't these people heard of wireless technology? "What's with all the wires. I thought this was supposed to be advanced?"

"That's because of our advanced system, ma'am. Your subconscious has about 100 times as much data in it as your external nervous system. That's too much for wireless right now, though the corporate headquarters is looking into wireless improvements. It's just as safe as regular VR."

"Have you played inside on of the matrices?"

"Yes ma'am," he said with a smile. "I like to go into the public matrix and indulge myself from time to time. I've visited the Gor specialty matrix a few times. It's really fun too."

He sat us down in adjacent couches and placed the hoods over our heads. "Has anyone explained exit icons yet, ma'am?"

"No. Exit icon?"

"Yes. On rare occasions, someone wants out before the real hour is up. The exit icon is a word or image that, if you see it, or say it, it causes the matrix to eject you immediately. It should be something that you are not likely to see or say unless you deliberately want to say it."

"Mine is brussel sprouts."

"Oh, make mine stockbroker."

"Oh," Steph added, can you make sure we enter together?"

"Okay," he said after entering a few commands into our consoles. "Are you all set?" We both nodded. "Here you go." There was the hum from the hoods and the flash of bright white as our nervous systems were integrated with the matrix mainframe.

My vision cleared and I was sitting across from a gorgeous woman at a booth in a bar. "Stephanie? Is that you?"

"Yep. I just love my virtual body. Yours isn't bad either. Check yourself out." 

She pointed to the mirror behind the bar. She was right. I was hot. It was me, but not me. My hair was a much deeper shade of red, almost auburn, a color I had trouble getting my hair to take on. My skin was flawless, no freckles, and my face was subtly different. It took me a while to realize that it was less round and more symmetrical. I didn't have glasses, but could still see clearly. My breasts were larger, though not greatly so. It was only as I was looking at them that I realized that they were full and supported without my actually wearing a bra.

"Isn't our mind's eye so flattering? I had the same jaw dropping experience when I saw my virtual body."

I turned to look at Stephanie and she was also, her, but not her. She was a little taller, may three inches, her breasts were smaller than she really had, but also were firm and in no need of a bra. Her blond hair was, how do I put it, more perfectly blond. It surrounded her face like a picture frame, calling attention to it without overwhelming it. Her lips had that just right amount of pout, the kind that tells you that they would feel fabulous on your pussy.

Whoa. That was unexpected. It dawned on me that I found Stephanie incredibly sexy. Keep in mind, this has never happened to me before. This matrix must be programmed to heighten every aspect of sexuality. I'd had the stray bi-curious thought when I was in my teens, but I just don't see women as sexy. Give me a tall, dark haired, hunk with a deep voice and a tight ass any day. That's what I find incredibly sexy, at least until he demonstrates his ability and willingness to treat my like a princess and a whore at the same time.

The bar we were in had a mixture of men and women in it. There were a few couples already, but most of the people were mingling, looking to connect up. A Nordic god was approaching us, his eyes fixed on Stephanie. There was desire written across his face and a hint of lust in his eyes.

He dropped to one knee, took her hand in his and asked her, "Would you do me the pleasure of allowing me to ravish your body and send you to glorious sexual heights?"

Stephanie looked at me. "I love it here. The guys are so willing to try out the most romantic lines. Why yes, kind sir, provided that you allow me to service your desires as well."

He pulled her up into a passionate embrace, kissing her deeply. Both pairs of hands were roaming everywhere, trying to discover their bodies. It was as if I had ceased to exist for the two of them. I looked around, seeing if there was anyone that I wanted to embrace like that. The guys just didn't seem to hit me where it counted. I walked to the bar and ordered a sex on the beach, kind of enjoying being here, even without an immediate hook up.

"You look very lovely tonight." There was a tall brunette standing next to me. There was no way that anyone would call her beautiful. Her face was a little too masculine, her breasts very small, almost flat chested. She had all the feminine curves, however, and she was dressed to call attention to those. In fact, her clothes seemed to draw your eyes to between her legs. The pants she was wearing were tight, painted on tight. You could see the faint outline of a thong under them.

She reached out and brushed her hand against my arm, sending shivers through me. "Is this your first time in the matrix?"

"Yeah. My friend brought me with her." I tried to point Stephanie out, but she and her hunk were no where to be seen. "How did you know?"

"First timers are frequently not aware of the signals they are putting out. You are eying the men, trying to find one you're interested in, but your body is putting out signals for women."

"What! I'm sorry," I said, pulling my arm from her hand, "I'm not a lesbian."

"Not on the outside, perhaps. But I'm sure that every woman here is finding you incredibly arousing on some level, whether they act on that or not. Look out there and study the women. Don't they look incredibly hot? Don't I look incredibly hot?"

"No, absolutely..." I hesitated, because the women I was indicating with a wide sweep of my hand, were stunning, all of them. In fact, there were three that were down right intoxicating in their attractiveness, including the tall lady next to me. "I... I don't understand. How can I be..."

"Remember, the matrix is pulling things from your subconscious. On some level, you must want to at least experiment with a woman. I'd love to show you what another woman can do for you."

"No. I can't do this. Stockbroker."

There was a white flash, a moment of disorientation and I was back on the couch under the hood. I fidgeted while the tech got me out. "That was quick, only ten minutes. Is everything all right?"

I stammered out something about experiencing everything I needed to and practically ran out of the place. Five feet from the door, I did a double take. No, I'm serious, a true life look, then snap my head back to look again. I could not see her face, but the tall brunette was lying on a couch near the door. She looked exactly like she did in the matrix. Her mind's eye saw her just the way she really was. How is that possible?

My mind was in a blur as I went home. I was sure I was not a lesbian, not even curious about the prospect. Yet I found every woman in the public matrix attractive and none of the men. Could I really be a closet lezzie? I spent hours getting nothing accomplished as I rolled the unpleasant thought around my brain. I couldn't seem to let it go. I had always had difficulty dating. In fact, the only dates I seemed to go on were dates my girlfriends fixed me up with. Yes, there were steady boyfriends, but that was only after I had been out with them a time or two and had gotten comfortable. I don't remember a single time in my life when I wanted to be asked out by a guy. Yet, I don't have any memories of wanting girls to ask me out either.

Or did I? I loved girl's night out. It was so easy to interact with them and just be myself. The more I thought about it, I was always more interested in spending time, lots of time with other women. Was I trying to tell myself something all this time? If I was secretly trying to get intimately involved with a woman, why had it never happened in the 20 years I had been aware of my sexuality? I wondered how lesbians find other lesbians to date.

Heteros have it easy, I realized. If you're a guy wanting get some sex, you have no trouble finding a potential partner. After all, no one has any trouble identifying a member of the opposite sex. More importantly, every women expects, on some level, that a man will be interested in taking her to bed, even if he never tries. It's expected and no one is insulted by the attempt itself, only by the manner in which it is attempted.

But, for a lesbian, there is nothing external, other than blatant advertisement, of telling which women you encounter are interested. Hell, even another lesbian probably expects to be picked up on by guys rather than girls. And, if a lesbian makes a mistake, hits on a straight woman, the attempt itself could be taken as insulting. Best to play it safe and take a lot more time studying a potential partner. Or, go to a place that only same sex interested people go to. That's why gay bars exist, even in this modern time. 'Deviant' sexual advances will always touch a deep rooted revulsion in those who don't share them, even if we don't approved of those revulsions being openly displayed as much as we did 50 years ago.

That night I slept fitfully, my dreams hovering right outside of my memory, but disturbing none the less. I went through work in a daze, running on auto-pilot. All I could think about was finding women attractive and the shivers I had when the brunette had touched my arm. I studied the ladies that came through the store, trying to determine if I found them attractive, sexually, I mean. I couldn't recognize any such feelings, yet I knew they were there in the matrix. I ducked several calls from Stephanie, not willing to share my confusion with her.

By the end of the day, I had convinced myself that I needed to go back. I didn't want to have sex with her, I wanted to talk with her in the relative anonymity of the matrix. Yes, I know. I was planning on spending good money to go into a sexual fantasy setting and 'talk' about sex. I just didn't think I was ready to act, even in the VR world.

I hung out around the Virtual Sexuality building, trying to spot her going in. It took a few days, but I saw her walking towards the shop. I crossed the street and went in ahead of her. I paid my $25, signed the release and was taken back to the public matrix area. My mouth went dry when I contemplated interacting with her again. I was not 100% sure why I did not try to talk to her outside of the matrix. Maybe I needed the shield of anonymity. I went under the hood and in a white flash, I was back in the matrix.

The bar was now a dance floor. I wondered how often it changed. I looked around, trying to find her. She was not visible yet, but I did notice that, once again, all the women were sexually attractive. There seemed to be an awful lot of people here.

"You came back."

I jumped, as much at her voice coming from behind me as the touch on my arm sending sparks of energy through me. She looked just like she had yesterday. I was tongue tied, unable to form complete sentences.

"Hi... I... Would you mind if... What I'm trying to say is..."

"That's okay. Take a deep breath. Let me see if I can guess what you want. You're frightened of how you felt last time. You have thought a lot about how you felt and you need to talk."

"Am I that obvious?"

"Not to most people. I've been coming here for a long time. I'm solidly lesbian, and I'm totally comfortable with who I am, in every respect. That's why my virtual body and my real body look alike. Most of my sexual encounters in this matrix are with straight women who have a deep need to explore, or understand, or experience same sex sex at some level. It's extremely difficult to come to terms with the idea that you might not be who you thought you were. I dealt with my confusion issues in the real world, 15 years ago. When I see that confusion in women now, I need to help them see who they are. And not all of them are lezzies, or even bi. Some are just experiencing a curiosity that comes from being human. One encounter, and they have no more need to experiment again."

"How can I know? What if I'm lesbian and I don't want to be? Honestly, I'm a little scared."

She asked me the strangest question, not answering the ones I asked. "Tell me, how different is your virtual body than your real one?"

I described the differences, mostly cosmetic. The major changes to me seemed to be on the inside, how I perceived the rest of the world.

"That your image of yourself is so much like you tells me that you are already close to what your subconscious is trying to find. I'll bet that you've never had much luck dating."

"No. It seems to take girlfriends setting me up, and most of those are disasters."

It dawned on me that I was sharing an awful lot of private stuff with a total stranger. I did not even know her name. Why was I so open with her? "I'm not even sure I understand why I'm being so open with you. I mean, I've hung out waiting for you to come back, just so I can talk. Why do I feel so right talking about such personal issues with you. I don't even know your name."

"Well, my name is Julie. I can't tell you why you are so willing to talk to me. On some level, you see me as safe. Part of that comes from the matrix itself. Our subconscious minds clicked, and that can't be done away with. I would never force myself on you, not even in VR. If and when you're ready, I can show you just how good two women can make each other feel. The fact that I find you incredibly sensuous tells me that you will be ready at some point. Feel free to ask me anything, anything at all."

"How did you know that your were attracted to women?"

"I'm not sure that's the best question. I knew because I was attracted to girls. I would look at them, admiring the way their asses swayed, or the way their breasts looked, or the hints of pussy that I could see under their skirts. The answer you want, I think, is how did I realize that I was a lesbian." She put a hand up to forestall my response. "They are not the same questions. Straight women can be sexually aroused by women. A lovely woman is a lovely woman. Being a lesbian means that I prefer sex with other women, in my case, to the exclusion of men altogether. That knowledge came when I was 17. I had been on dates with guys for almost a year. No one steady, just that experimental playing the field that teens do. The sex was mediocre at best and at times down right horrible. Then, I was at a church camp and all us girls were sleeping in a separate building from the guys. Someone started a game of truth or dare. On my third time, I chose dare and Shelly, someone I barely knew, dared me to kiss her on the lips for one whole minute.

"There was lots of oohing and ahwing, but I was game, after all, it wasn't like we were going to have sex. As soon as our lips touched, I knew that there was something. There was a spark that grew exponentially with every second. I couldn't help myself, I opened my mouth and we tongued each other openly. I got horribly aroused, my pussy staining my pants by the time we had broken our kiss, which took three minutes. The other girls joked about how we must be lezzies, but I knew right then, that it was no joke. That one kiss was better than any sex I had had with a guy. I was a lesbian, and right then, I wasn't very happy about it."

"I thought you said you were totally comfortable with who you are."

"Oh, I am now. But that took five years of fighting it. I slept around with guys like a shameless slut, trying to turn myself into a 'normal' girl. I would fall for some girl and either experience horrible rejection when I made an advance at her, or crushing guilt when I was successful and we enjoyed ourselves. The sex with the women was the best, but I would suffer bouts of depression afterwards, not wanting to be this way. It ended with my trying to kill myself. I slit my wrists in a tub and was barely saved when my roommate at the time found me.




Virtual Sexuality Ch. 02



"It was that experience that convinced me that I had to make a decision of some sort. I went home and talked to my parents, my pastor, my best friend from high school, trying to sort things out. They all said the same thing. I would never be happy until I found a balance between who I wanted to be with who I was. Either I was a lesbian, and I needed to accept that, or I wasn't, and I needed to stop acting like one. It's pretty obvious which way I fell. It helped that my best friend never turned on me, even though she as most definitely not lesbian herself. The fact that I was sexually attracted to her bothered her not in the least. We never had sex, she had no interest, but we stayed girlfriends ever since, until a drunk driver took her life three years ago."

"When you touch me, I shiver. I want it, and I'm terrified of it. I'm not sure what to do." I was practically in tears. I was tense, shaking. I thought this was supposed to be a pleasant experience.

She reached over and touched my hand, just resting two fingers on the back it. I shivered, almost uncontrollably. Tears flowed from my eyes. My breath was short and I had trouble swallowing.

"What do I do. Please tell me."

"Take my hand, just hold it."

I took her hand. Electricity flowed between us. I gasped at how right it felt to just hold her hand. I wondered at how I cold be so frightened of something that felt so wonderful, yet I was. I looked at Julie and whispered, "Help me, please."

She took me by both my hands and pulled me to my feet. We stood like that for several minutes, me trembling, she smiling with infinite patience. Once I had stopped trembling, she pulled me up to her, bringing her arms around me and stopping again. Once again, she waits until my nervousness abates. Then she leans in and kisses me lightly on the lips. My heart leaps, and I almost utter my exit icon. I gulp.

"Are you okay?"

"No. Yes. I don't know."

"Kiss me, as lightly or as hard as you wish."

I kissed her gently on the lips, just a light peck that any father might give his daughter. I felt right, so I did it again, lingering longer. She responded, but no more than I offered. I could tell that she wanted so much more, but still, she did not press me. I wanted to give her more. I took a deep breath and put my hands behind her head and pressed my lips against her harder, opening my lips and brushing my tongue against her lips. She opened to me, waiting for my tongue to make the first move. I gingerly entered her mouth, brushing my tongue against hers while I shed tears that dripped onto her cheeks.

She brushed my hair, holding me firmly, yet gently. I was reassured somehow, by her oh so slow approach to her seduction. That's what is was, she was seducing me, with my cooperation.. I broke our kiss and hugged her close, resting my head on her shoulder. I was breathing deeply. Her hands were gripping my back, holding me in an embrace I cold not and would not break. 

"Are you able to go farther?"

"Yes. I want to try."

She took my hand and led me to a door. On the other side was a bedroom. I thought it odd that a dance floor would have a bedroom behind a door, but this was not the real world. She led me to the bed, but we did not sit or lie on it. She put her hands on my shoulders.

"I'm going to undress you now. Is that okay."

Unable to speak, I nodded my head. She slowly unbuttoned the buttons on my blouse. As she passed my breasts, I clasped her wrists, pleading, "Wait." She stopped, letting me hold her immobile, to regain my center. Her eyes projected both lust and patience. I don't know how she did that, but she had lust flowing off of her, without the aura of menace that male lust so often carry with it.

I let go and she resumed the unbuttoning process until my blouse falling open. She waited until my nervousness subsided yet again. Then she reached up and slipped it off my shoulders, gently guiding it off of my arms, leaving me topless, my firm breasts projecting my erect nipples towards her. All she did was run her hands against my arms, as if to warm me from the cold. She drew me into her again, my nipples rubbing against the silk of her own blouse. I cried out at that soft touch, as it sent a burst of arousal through my body. Her hands caressed my back, searching and finding the spots that brought gasps from me. The small of my back. A spot right between my shoulder blades. The very top of my ass crack. She found and played the strings of my body like a master.

I kissed her while she caressed me, moaning into her mouth. My own hands caressed her silk covered back, reveling in the sensuous feel. I found her own secret places and tried to imperfectly play her body. I felt clumsy and inept. Yes she moaned encouragingly, clearly taking pleasure form my ham fisted attempts. I felt her chest swaying, her silk covered nipples rubbing against mine. I gasped over and over again.

"Are you ready to go farther." I couldn't talk and simply nodded. Her hands grasped the waist of my skirt and slowly pulled it down my hips. It fell to my feet, leaving me naked before her. Her hands reached for my breasts and I panicked.

"Oh God! Oh God! Wait, please wait." I was crying, trembling in fear. I could feel fluid running down my legs. I was so turned on and terrified at the same time.

"It's okay," she said as she let her hands drop. "I won't go any faster than you want. If you exit now, I won't think any less of you. This is for you, not me."

"How can you just wait there. I know you want so much more, I can see and smell it."

"You're scared and you deserve infinite patience. I know this is not easy. Just let me know when you're ready for more, if you are."

I sat down on the bed, my hands holding my head as I tried to get my tears under control. I had to come to terms with myself. I was horny, wet as hell and terrified. I didn't think those feelings could go together. I wanted her. That much I knew.

"Julie, I don't now why I'm so scared, but I'm horny and I want you so bad. Please make love to me. I'll try to stay here."

"Okay. Lie back and let me do all the work. This is for you. And only you."

She gently pushed me back onto my back and sat down next to me. Her hands ran across my arm and belly, exploring me with her fingers. It felt so good, and my fear was slowly subsiding. Having made my commitment, I was able to relax a little. It helped that she was so slow and gentle. Her hands roamed over me, from my legs up to my face. She avoided my breasts and pussy, almost as if to tease me. My body was flushing and my breath was getting shorter.

"Please, more. I need more."

She brought on hand to my left breast while the other continued to roam over my body. Her head bent to my right breasts and she gently licked around the nipple. I gasped, as the heat from her mouth seemed to spread through my body. My back arched as I tried to increase the contact, her hand pressed me down while the other hand brushed across my nipple. I brought my hands up to pull her close. She didn't fight me and her mouth enveloped my breast. Her teeth grazed my nipple while her fingers pinched the other. I screamed, an ecstatic surge rolling over my body. I cold feel her smile against my breast, as she did it again.

"Oh my God! Oh my God, don't stop, again, again."

Over and over she pinched and bit at my nipples , sending a tidal wave of pleasure through me. I was screaming and holding her close, writhing under her sensuous assault. "Are you ready for all the way?"

"Oh yes, of God yes. Do it. I need to cum so badly."

A hand reached down and brushed against my pussy. I jerked at the touch, lifting up into her hand. She pressed back, running fingers through my bush and slipping briefly between my lips. The base of her hand brushed across my clit. An inarticulate cry escaped my lips. My hands gripped the sheet as I felt my orgasm rushing towards me.

"Are you ready?"

"Yes, oh please, yes. Don't stop, don't please."

She thrust her fingers into my pussy and rubbed her thumb against my clit. I was rocketed to heaven, screaming all the way. I was thrown into the air and came down as a writhing mass of flesh, my orgasm taking me away. I locked up, the pleasure paralyzing me and my breath catching in my throat.

Right then, there was a flash of white that lasted for what seemed like several minutes. I came to lying on the VR couch. The technician removed the hood. I saw Julie waking up next to me. Another technician was getting her loose. I smiled at her, reaching my hand over to hers. We walked out hand in hand.

"I want to give you what you gave me. Will you come home with me?"

"Yes, I'd love to. You know, your auburn hair and unblemished skin are really beautiful. I wish I didn't have these freckles."

"Julie, you are lovely, freckles and all. Come one."



Virtual Sexuality Ch. 03



Chapter Three: Kendra

The dreams have haunted me for as long as I can remember, haunted me and titillated me. I've never talked about them with anyone. I mean, how can you tell someone that you dream of being tortured in a dungeon and that those dreams are NOT nightmares, that they leave you aroused and in need of some serious fuck time when you wake up. It may be the 21st century, but people who want to be hurt are still locked up for their own good.

It doesn't help that my dream self gets off on the torture. I don't mean aroused, I mean gut wrenching climaxes. In the midst of a brutal whipping that has me screaming in agony, I will have an orgasm. Or at least I'll start having one. I always wake up just as I start to cum. Really kind of frustrating, actually. Waking up by yourself with an incredible need to get fucked is not easy to deal with. I've taken to sleeping with 'max' under my pillow. I've considered sleeping with it in my cunt.

Anyway, I digress. I'm not someone who is stuck in the 20th century. I know all about domination and submission, you know the entire BDSM lifestyle. I've even researched it to see if some desire for such things could be the source of the dreams. Everything I've read tells me that climaxing to pain is not real, but the stuff of porn. It's also very scary to even think of letting someone have that much power over you. I would have to have a deeply loving and trusting relationship with someone first before I would even consider submitting to them.

That brings us up to today. Kevin told me about one of the specialty matrices that they have in Virtual Sexuality. They actually have a dungeon VR program, where you can experience, in the total safety of the artificial world, sexual torture. I've read up on their new system, and the subconscious feedback system sounds perfect for me. My dreams come from my subconscious, so I should experience my dreams and, at least experience the orgasm that keeps waking me up. More important, maybe I'll figure out just what it is all about.

I got off work at 5 and headed straight for the new arcade. Parking was tight and I had to set the car to hover parking. Good thing the battery was fully charged. Inside, there was a line at the counter and a tall brunette was yelling at the top of her lungs at the receptionist.

"I am so fucking tired of getting this run around. Where in the hell is Melanie?"

The receptionist was trying to answer her, "Julie, please. We already told you that she exited before you did and left. In the five days since, she has not been back. It's not like we have any control over where our customers go after they leave."

"That's it! You'll be hearing from my lawyers, do you hear? You ass wipes did something to her and I'm going to find out what!"

This Julie person stormed out, causing everyone in line, including myself, to look away in embarrassment. The three people in line ahead of me were quickly taken care of, seeming to know just what they wanted. Looking behind me, I saw that there were two more people and I waved them ahead of me. Once I was alone at the counter, she addressed me.

"Welcome to Virtual Sexuality. How can I help you?"

"I hope so. A friend was telling me about your place and he mentioned something called a dungeon?"

"Yes, it's one of our specialty simulations. While not our most popular matrix, it is the most consistently praised. Are you interested in a virtual BDSM experience?"

"Kind of. How realistic will it be?"

"Well, our system accesses your subconscious, so it will be as real as your inner desires are. You should understand, I don't know much about that particular fetish, and I've never used that program, so I have no reference points. I would expect that it is as accurate a model of real life BDSM as our other programs are of measuring compatibility. In other words, not very. But, you will have the experience that you've always dreamed of, even if you never remember those dreams."

I blushed at that remark. Other's may not remember those dreams, but I did. "I've heard that real BDSM has something called 'safe words'. Does your simulation have such safeguards?"

"My understanding is that your exit icon is your safe word in the simulation."

"That sounds reasonable. I'd like to schedule time in the dungeon please."

She had the usual VR releases to sign and then I was shown to one of the back rooms by a technician. The room had a half dozen couches, two of which had clients under the hood already. As she was placing the hood over my head, she asked, "What would you like your safe word/exit icon to be?"

"Phoenix. Ah, will there be any interaction between myself and the others?"

"Not normally, but if two people have desires for slave to slave interaction, it can happen."

"So this simulation doesn't allow for people to be in the position of...?"

"Torturer? Yes it does, but it's actually quite rare. Most people with that fantasy end up requesting a solitary matrix. Are you ready?"

"Yes." There was a minute or so of bright white light and then I was standing in a dungeon. That's the only way to describe the place. Stone walls and floor. Chains with manacles on the walls. A rack. Several tables that people could be tied down to. There was even a cage suspended from the ceiling with someone in it, crouched over, unable to stand, and an iron maiden.

I was naked. There was a man in a leather mask standing before me. Other than the mask, he had a pair of shorts made from some course fabric and a pair of boots. His cock was clearly erect under his pants. Myself, I was shorter than in real life, with longer hair and larger breasts that needed no support. My pussy hair was missing. There were steel manacles on my wrists and ankles, with a steel collar on my neck. 

The man in the mask yelled at me, "Get on your knees bitch!"

I stared at him, totally unprepared for the remark. At my hesitation, he struck me across the face with a backhanded blow that threw me to the ground. Now, if you're wondering why I was surprised if I was to be living out a dream I had already seen, it's because my dreams start with me already shackled somewhere. I tried to climb up to my knees and he grabbed my hair and yanked me up. I cried out in pain, causing him to laugh.

He belittled me over the sounds of someone screaming in agony nearby, "Stupid cunt slave. You are at my mercy and will be whining even louder than that by the time I'm done with you. Now lick my boots clean before I have to get my whip so soon."

I was terrified. I bent down and licked his boots, tasting the revolting mixture of dirt and straw from the floor. He held my back down until I had covered both his boots with saliva from my tongue. Then he dragged me to my feet and over to one of the tables. The source of the screams was visible now, a man bound against a wall, being whipped by another man with a cat-o-nine-tails. Red welt covered his back and ass. Tears were filling my eyes as I watched the abuse being inflicted on him.

"On the table slut! Face down!"

I climbed on the table. He dragged each of my limbs to one corner and fastened the manacles to a strap and pulled them tight enough that I could not move. I was shocked that my pussy was already wet. I was aroused by what was happening to me. It seems that I do desire this brutality, at least on some level. He tied a cloth around my eyes, blindfolding me. I heard him walk away.

I lay there for what seemed like a very long time. The man's screams faded, replaced my lingering moans. I could also hear chains rattling, much like they were being rolled up. This was followed by a metal on metal screech and the whimpering of another woman. My breasts were crushed beneath me painfully. I could get no relief as I was barely able to wiggle, let alone lift my chest.

I barely had time to hear the swish before fire exploded on my back. I screamed in pain, my muscles pulling against the manacles, causing them to bite into my wrists and ankles. Another rain of fire impacted my thighs and my screams had no chance to abate before trying to start up again. Over and over, the instrument, I never got a look at it, impacted me and started yet another blaze across my back somewhere.

It never occurred to me to use my safe word, though I wasn't sure why at first. When this round of whipping stopped, and the pain began to slowly ebb, I realized that I was lying in a wet spot the table. I was dripping juice and I could recognize that I was not just aroused, but incredibly aroused. It was just like in my dreams. I was being brutally tortured and getting off on it. I wanted the end, the orgasm I never got in my dreams.

He returned and released the manacles. He tipped the table and I slid unceremoniously onto the floor. "Get up bitch!" he ordered. I climbed to my feet and waited for his next orders. Pussy juice was beginning to run down my legs and my nipples were erect, painfully so. My breathing was ragged, as much from the fading pain as from the arousal I was feeling.

I was led to a section that had chains hanging down from the ceiling, manacles on the ends. He locked my hands into the manacles and operated a control that caused the chains I was in raise up. My arms were pulled above my head. By the time he had stopped, I was standing on my toes with my arms pulled straight up. It took no time at all for my calves and arms to start aching.

He reached down and stuck a finger in my pussy. I gasped at the touch. I started trembling as my body responded like a tightly wound spring, leaping to levels of pleasure that I had never dreamed of. He leaned in and bit my left breast, pinching the areola between his teach. I screamed, more from the near climax he induced than from the pain. Two more fingers penetrated my cunt and he practically lifted me off my feet with his hand. He brought me to the edge of orgasm and then let go.

I cried out in frustration that combined with the agony in my shoulders and legs. Sobs wracked my body as the orgasm I so desperately wanted fell back, leaving me abandoned. He walked off, leaving me alone. "No, please. Don't leave me. I need you, I need you to fuck me, please," I cried out to his back. He ignored me, walking to where I could not see him. I hung there for I don't know how long, the manacles cutting into my wrists, my shoulders feeling like they were being ripped out and my legs in a near constant state of cramping.

When he came back, he was carrying a rod that glowed at one end. He walked around me, looking at me, fingering my body, causing me to jerk, leading to even more pain. He touched the rod's glowing end to my belly. There were sparks and I screamed at the massive electrical shock that ran through my body, as I convulsed. "Please, no, not again. I'll do anything, just not again." He ignored me and touched the electrical prod against me again. I screamed even louder, sobbing as I begged him, "No. Please no. Anything. I'll do anything. No. Not again."

"Will you, will you really do anything?"

"Yes," I sobbed. "Anything. Just not again, please."

"Very well. But fail me, and I will not just touch you with the prod, I will hold it against you for minutes at a time."

He lowered me to the ground and released my wrists. Dragging me by my hands, straining my already tortured shoulders even more, her took me to a stocks. Knowing what he wanted, I placed my head and arms in the appropriate holes so that he could lock the cross bar into place, trapping me yet again. He came around front and brought a gag to my face. I panicked. Gagged, I would be unable to say my exit icon. I screamed, "Phoenix!"

There was a flash of bright white, and I was on the couch again, safe from the torture chamber in my mind. The technician removed the hood and asked, "How was it?"

"Terrifying. He was going to gag me. How do I get out when I can't say my safe word?"

"The only reason that you would be gagged is if your subconscious desire was to be unable to escape. Even if that happens, you will still be pulled out in an hour. One customer said that she asked to be gagged, to intensify the experience. It's perfectly safe. Remember, nothing that happens in VR can hurt you in any way."

"I'm not sure I would go that far."

"Most wouldn't. Do you plan on returning sometime in the future?"

"I don't know. I'll have to think about it."

I left the arcade and went home. That night, I could not sleep. I relived the experience over and over. The more I did, the more aroused I got. I pinched my nipples, pinched them so hard it hurt. As I increased the pressure and the pain increased, I became more and more aroused. My pussy was dripping, soaking the sheet beneath me. I reached down and stroked it, crying out at the intensity of the pleasure I was giving myself.

On a whim, I threw my covers off, raised my hand high and slapped it against my cunt as hard as I could. Shit! That hurt, yet I was even closer to an orgasm than before. I wondered if I could slap myself to a climax. I couldn't help myself. The memories of the virtual dungeon were so intense and hot, I had to know, could I cum from just pain? I slapped my pussy again, gasping at the sensation. Again and again I hit my cunt, feeling my juice spatter against my legs and belly. With each swat, I got closer and closer. I lost track of how many it took, but I actually came!

I locked up, screaming uncontrollably. Waves of pleasure and pain swept over me side by side. My back was arched and I couldn't breathe. It seemed to go on forever. When the orgasm finally subsided, I was covered in sweat and pussy fluid, I was gasping for breathe and I knew I would never be the same. I had slapped myself into the most furious orgasm I had ever had. I could not help but wonder what kind of climax I could have in the dungeon where the only limit was what my subconscious desires wanted. I would be returning.

I was useless at work the next day. All I could think about was tonight, venturing back to the hell hole of my inner desires. What would I be subject to next time? Would I repeat the same experiences? Or would my desires change like some living entity? All I knew for certain was that I wanted to experience the whole thing, no reservations. I wanted no escape possible before the hour was up.

During my lunch, I accessed their public access page on the web. They had an extensive listing of their available matrices. In addition to the public matrix and solitary matrices, there were 14 different specialty venues. They included such things as the dungeon, an underwater matrix, an animal simulator (where, apparently, you were visualized as an animal, incapable of anything an animal could not do), a rape simulation, a gender swapping simulator, and several psuedo-historical recreations. It took some time, but I found their safety and liability section. It was possible to enter without an exit icon, but required a separate release to be signed.

As I headed for the arcade, I was a little frightened of what I was contemplating. Without a safe word in the simulation, I would have no way to back out if it got to be too much. After last time, I had no idea just what my mind would create for me. The excruciating agony that I endured last time would go on for much longer. I had only been in for 20 real minutes when I had bolted. Three times that length of time with, if I was judging correctly, the pain levels increasing the whole time. Could I really do it? Was I being an idiot? But I just had to know, to experience that mysterious orgasm at the end of the torture.

"Welcome back to Virtual Sexuality. What can we do for you today?"

I was there, at the counter. I felt like someone else was talking through my voice as I told her what I wanted.

"I'd like a dungeon scene, without an exit icon."

She looked at me, a serious, or was it concerned, look on her face. "Are you sure ma'am? The exit icon is for your peace of mind. We strongly recommend against that decision."

"Yes, I'm sure. Dungeon. No icon." My palms were sweating and I felt like I was shaking.

"Very well ma'am. Company policy requires that you receive one on one counseling on this decision. If you will step this way?"

She put a 'back in one minute' sign on the counter and led me away to a back room, an office really. She knocked and led me in what someone inside said, "Come in."

"Mr. Smith, this lady wishes to use the dungeon without an exit icon."

"I see. Thank you Connie. Have a seat Ms. ..."

"Melnac, Kendra Melnac."

"Right. Ms. Melnac, let me explain the purpose of the exit icons. There is absolutely no danger, physically, from the virtual realities themselves that we offer here at Virtual Sexuality. Nothing you experience in the VR matrices can affect your real body in any way. Yes, there is the minimal chance of brain damage that all VR equipment can cause, but that is a hardware issue, not a software issue. Psychologically, however, things are different. It turns out that knowing something can't hurt you is not enough to make people feel safe. There has to be the possibility of escape. It's almost never used, but simply being there is reassuring. When you have no exit icon, you react differently inside. For most people in most circumstances, there is no harm done, it actually heightens the experience. But, the desire to escape, if totally thwarted, can cause mental debilitation. Some of the early beta testers found themselves suffering from paranoid delusions after enduring an inescapable situation that they did not want. We don't want to run that risk with our customers, if we can avoid it.

"Just why do you want to experience this particular matrix with no hope of escape? No one has ever asked for this particular simulation without an exit icon. In fact, most users of the dungeon seem to have an almost religious attachment to safe words. Why not you?"

"I really need to experience the full time, the whole thing. I've dreamed of this experience repeatedly in the last several months, but my dreams end just before the climatic moment. I need to see it through, see what is just beyond my dream experience."

"There's nothing I can do to convince you otherwise?"

"No. Nothing. I guess you could say I'm obsessed. It's not like I will be trapped in the matrix forever."

An odd expression passed across his face, like I had said something disturbing. I guess what I was asking for was disturbing. To be sent into a place of torture with no hope of escape until I had experienced everything that my tormentors intended for me. That would disturb most people.

"Very well. This is a release that absolves Virtual Sexuality of any liability for sending you in without an exit icon. You need to not only sign, but write a simple statement that you understand the risks and take full and sole responsibility for the decision."

I wrote the statement and signed the form. Connie returned and processed me through the normal procedure and I paid my $25. A technician led me back to the dungeon room and hooked me up to the machine. He made one more attempt to talk me out of it.

"Are you sure about having no exit icon? I could program it to only work after a set number of uses, separated by time."

"I'm sure. No safe word,"

He shook his head, played with the machine and I was sent through the flash of white light to join the other three people in the dungeon.

I was naked again, on my hands an knees, the cold stone of the dungeon sapping the heat from my body. SWAT! Pain erupted in my ass.

"Get up slave! We have unfinished business to attend to."

I looked up and saw the same torturer that I had encountered last time. I stood, uneasy on my feet. Looking at the floor, I asked, "What do you wish Master?"

"That's right, I'm your Master. Get over to the chains." His whip struck out to emphasize his point with another burst of pain.




Virtual Sexuality Ch. 03



We passed a man strung out on the rack, being stretched mercilessly, his screams muffled by the difficulty he had breathing. At the suspended chains, my legs and arms were manacled and I was raised up, my hands more than my feet, leaving me suspended at a 45 degree angle. A wicked pair of grippers, four prongs that opened like a flower petal, were affixed to my nipples, digging in and pulling them down. Two small link chains were suspended from them and a small pail attached to the chains. The weight caused the grippers to close further, digging deeper into my breasts.

By now, I was crying out, the weight being supported by my nipples being greater than I thought possible. Then, he stuck a small rubber tube in my mouth, draping the other end into the pail. My worry at what was going on solidified to shear panic as he opened his breaches, took his cock out and began to urinate into the pail.

The weight increased, fast, causing the prongs to dig yet deeper, little spots of red appearing. The only way to escape the weight and the mutilation of my tits was to use the hose to drink his piss. I tried to endure it, but as more blood welled up from the holes in my breasts that were getting deeper, I groaned and sucked up. Warm, acrid, salty fluid poured into my mouth, almost making me gag. I knew, without being told, that to spit out the piss would result in untold punishment. Over and over I swallowed, keeping pace with his stream, evening out the weight that was torturing my nipples. He seemed to have a bladder the size of a horse. It must have been a full minute before he stopped.

I was in tears, the humiliation and the pain colliding to render me unable to control myself. During the entire time, her had said not a word. As he put his cock away, I let the tube drop from my lips. He grabbed my face with one hand, bent down and licked my lips, sticking his tongue into my mouth, tasting the urine residue there. He took the grippers off my nipples and licked the blood off my breasts until the wounds stopped flowing.

The worst humiliation was that I was aroused again. Being forced to drink piss had me hot and bothered. I could feel pussy juice flowing down my legs. He thrust two fingers into my cunt, lifting my hips with them. I was gasping, the pleasure of the act overwhelming me. His thumb probed my ass, poking into the small opening back there. I moaned and tried to thrust back against him, but I had no leverage. He worked me over, driving my arousal higher and higher. Just before I could climax, he stopped, leaving me to scream my frustration and beg him to continue. He ignored my pleas and rubbed his slick hand all over my face, forcing me to smell my lust up close and personal. I wasn't even allowed to taste myself.

He left me alone for a few minutes, returning with three short poles. They had braces on one end to keep them from falling over and the other ends were studded with dozens of small needles. He lifted the chains on my feet, raising me to five feet and horizontal. He placed the poles beneath my pussy and breasts, and then lowered me inch by inch, the needles coming to within an inch of my sensitive flesh. He gently pushed down on my back, demonstrating that I could, if not careful, impale myself on the needles.

Letting me back up, he left again, coming back after five or so minutes. While he was gone, I discovered that I had unconsciously arched myself to avoid the needles when I was being lowered. Now, relaxing pressed them against my tits and cunt, just enough to be felt, but not enough to penetrate the skin. Horror struck me when I saw his return. He had a long multi-strand whip. He was going to whip me into the needles!

I arched my back upwards as he took his first blow. Pain, horrible pain, embraced me. It was worse than I remembered, the tense muscles making everything worse. He struck me again and I felt the pinch of the needles pressing against my flesh. I had instinctively relaxed and he had almost driven me onto the needles. I had to arch again to avoid impalement as the third blow hit. Already, my arms and legs were aching from trying to support my weight actively.

"Pleas stop! I'll do anything. I can't take it, I can't hold up. Please don't do this to me, please."

I was in a panic, desperate to avoid the mutilation that dozens of needles would inflict on my sex and tits. I was literally raising myself to meet each blow, struggling to nullify the downward force of the whip at it pounded into my back and thighs. After the tenth blow, I was beyond words, simply screaming and sobbing as I lifted myself to meet the whip, pain arcing through my entire body like and electrical charge.

Somehow, I managed to avoid those needles. To this day, I have no idea how. My entire body was on fire when he stopped. I had so gotten used to meeting the whip that I was still arching back for several non-blows before I realized that they weren't coming anymore. When he moved the poles out of the way, I collapsed, falling a full two inches below the level the needles had been at. He let the chains down and I found myself on the floor, still manacled. He wandered away again, leaving me a blessed period of rest, even if it was far too short.

When he returned, he took the manacles off and dragged me to my feet by my hair. I was pulled to the stocks again, the site of my exit last time. I was placed in them, forcing me to bend over at the waist, presenting my ass and pussy to anyone who wished to use it. The gag that I had panicked at was brought back and inserted into my mouth. He pulled it tight, stretching my cheeks painfully. A bar with leather cuffs on it was attached to my ankles, forcing my feet four feet apart.

He seemed to have a thing for leaving me alone. This time, it was for quite some time. Bent over at the waist at a right angle, unable to move other than wriggle, I could feel the slow ache creeping into my back and thighs. In spite of that, or perhaps because of that, my pussy was dripping and my nipples were hard. This was arousing me to no end. I was struggling to breath, the gag almost blocking my ability to breath through my mouth.

He returned carrying a different device than what he had used in the past. This instrument looked like a long rod, about a half inch in diameter and four feet long. He started by caressing my ass and back, his gloves scratching against my skin lightly. I moaned into my gag, becoming even more aroused. He slipped from my ass, down to my pussy, wetting his glove with me. He rubbed my juices all over my ass and legs as I shivered in pleasure.

Once my ass and legs were thoroughly covered with slick aromatic liquids, he stepped back to where I could not see him. I heard a swish and then my ass exploded. I screamed into the gag, the pain excruciating. I had never imagined such pain. Another swish and my thighs exploded. The scream I had not even finished restarted. I could not see, the tears and flashes of light from the pain blinding me. Another flash of pain and my voice gave out, ragged gasps the only noise I could make.

Another slash and all I could do is weep at the pain. Again and again, the fire swept over me, radiating out from my ass and legs, encompassing my entire being. I could not understand how I could still be conscious. I lost track of how many blows landed on me by the time he had stopped. He rubbed my ass and legs, causing even more pain. It was a lesser pain, however, almost an easing after the blows he had reigned on me.

I realized that there was some sort of viscous fluid on his hands that was being rubbed into my burning skin. As I regained some semblance of awareness, I realized that there was a stream of juice running down my legs. I was even more aroused than when he started to beat me. I was pushing against his hand without even realizing it, trying to get up to an orgasm. He stopped, apparently to deny me release. I groaned in frustration and agony. I need it, I needed to cum. Why wouldn't he let me.

He came around in front of me. His pants had been taken off and his cock was harder and longer than any I had ever seen before. He tore the gag off of me and thrust into my mouth, slamming against the back of my throat. I started to gag, but he held onto my head and wouldn't back off. I could feel a trickle of air slipping past the head of his cock lodged in my throat. My desperate swallowing motions were caressing his cock, causing it to throb inside of me. He didn't thrust in and out, but simply held himself in and made my mouth do the work if I wanted to breathe normally any time soon. I swallowed on him, tongued him and sucked on him to get him off as fast as possible. 

Finally, I felt him start to clench and I tried to open my throat as much as possible. He came, hot cum pulsing into my throat, trying to bypass my mouth altogether. I swallowed as fast as I could, but his cock itself was blocking my ability to do so. His seed backed up into my mouth, leaking out and down my chin. It must have taken six or seven spurts to empty himself into me. Once he had pulled out, I gasped for air, trying to catch my breath before he did whatever he was going to do next. In between gulps of air, I pleaded.

"Please, I need to cum. Anything, I just need to cum."

Tears were rolling down my face as I begged him, but he just walked away. I was left there for I don't know how long. My arousal receded and I was left with just the residual pain in my body. I cried the whole time he was gone, unable to stand the nothingness. Even more pain would be preferable to the totality of being ignored. I was actually glad to see him when he returned, carrying a new whip. This one was yet again, different. It seemed to have a... tail? ... full of hair, almost like a horses tail. He dragged it across my ass and legs, letting me feel the course texture. Then he rubbed it against my pussy, bringing it back online, hoping against hope for pleasure, even if there was pain with it.

I could hear a swooshing sound. I think he was spinning it in place. Then it hit, right between my legs, on my pussy. I screamed and moaned at the same time. It was unbelievable. I was feeling pleasure and pain at the same time. All the other times, I became aroused during the pain. This time, there were both feelings at once. My arousal levels shot through the roof, being driven by two sources at the same time. I was shouting encouragement at him, when I could get a word out amongst the other noises I had no chance or desire to stifle.

"Oh God, yes, please, more, don't stop, I need this, I want this, more, more, more. Ahhhhh."

Higher and higher I rode this beating, to levels of pleasure I thought impossible. I had never felt this level of arousal without an orgasm before. I just knew, this time, he was driving me to cum, I was going to finally reach that unseen nirvana from my dreams. It hit, my body clenching, unable to move as the first wave of ecstasy hit.

Right then, there was a blinding flash of white light. NO! My hour was up! I won't go, I won't miss this orgasm. I fought the matrix as it tried to spit me out, unsatisfied. When the flash cleared, the second wave of my orgasm hit and my body shuddered in the stocks. The whip was still impacting my cunt and I rode the pain and pleasure to yet a third and a fourth climax. Joy swept through me, I was where I needed to be, experiencing what I so long had desired. I would never leave, they could not make me.

As my orgasm subsided, my tormentor came to in front of me. "Slave. You are mine forever. I will inflict unimaginable pain on you for all time. If you take it well, I will consider giving you this pleasure again. That is what you have chosen."

"Yes, Master. My choice. Pain. Pleasing you. Pleasure at your will. Use me, please use me."

"Very well. Let us see how the bird cage suits you."

I smiled, finally at peace and knowing my true place in the world.



Virtual Sexuality Ch. 04



Chapter Four

Steven

Life can be so damn confusing sometimes. You think you know someone and then they up and change on you. Now I have no idea just what to think about the whole thing. I suppose it sounds like I'm rambling. In fact, I am rambling. I suppose I should start at the beginning.

Jason is my best friend. I've known him for almost 15 years, since we were in high school. We've double dated on several occasions. There is nothing we wouldn't share with each other. Everything seemed to go crazy last week. Jason and I were at The Rack, a sports bar, watching the Kingfishers play the Giants on the big holo when he drops the bomb.

"Steve, I think I might be gay."

Everything else in the bar ceased to exist. There was just Jason and his words, hanging there like a cloud. I said the only thing that made sense to say. "You're kidding, right?"

"Please don't make light of this Steve. I really think I might be gay."

"Jason, I'm sorry. It's just that I've known you forever. You don't have a gay bone in your body. I mean, we lost our virginity on the same date, and if I recall, Jennifer Hastings was a gitl, not a guy. I know you've slept with lots of women. I think if you were interested in guys, I'd have noticed."

"I know. I know. It's just... lately women don't seem to do much for me. The last couple of times I've been with Becky, it was no go. I covered by eating her out. Other women don't do it either, at least not looking at them. I tried getting off on some of my home holos and nothing, at least not until a gay scene came on, then, instant hard on."

"You're serious. You think you've really changed somehow?"

"Changed, or realized what I've always been. I don't suppose it matters which. It's really confusing. I know I've liked, no loved, women in the past. Those were fantastic experiences. But now, I can't even get it up with them."

"Confusing. That's a good word for it. Have you tried to get it on with a guy?"

"No. It seems too much like accepting it."

"It's not like there's anything wrong with being gay. If you are, then you are."

"But, I'm not sure I want to be gay. And once I try it, if I like it too much, I will be."

"Jason. You can't fight what you are. You need to find out. The only way to find out is to try it... No, wait a minute. Have you thought of Virtual Sexuality?"

"That new virtual reality arcade? No. Have you ever been there?"

"No. I mean, I've never had any problem getting laid. But, they advertise that you can live your deepest fantasies in total safety. If you are really a homosexual at heart, that would be a way to find out. You can explore your desires, yet never really engage in any sex."

"That sounds perfect. Will you meet me there tomorrow?"

"Me? I don't need to go."

"Steve, I don't want to go alone. It would be too embarrassing."

"What's to be embarrassed about? They see people going in for virtual sex all the time. They won't think anything of it. Just go in and do it."

"Then what are you so resistant about?"

That was a damn good question that I did not want to think about, let alone answer. Our secret desires. Those are frightening things. I mean, I don't even know what my secret desires are. Once inside the VR matrix, I would know, whether I like it or not. But, if I refused, Jason would not go, I could tell. Then he would stay confused and uneasy. I couldn't do that to my friend.

"Nothing. Okay, I'll go with you. How about after work tomorrow?"

To this day, I can't remember who won the game on the holo.

The next day, work was over and we drove over to the Virtual Sexuality building. They had a small line at the front desk, both men and women. Most seemed to know what they wanted and were moved on very efficiently. Jason and I reached the counter.

"Welcome to Virtual Sexuality. How can I help you?"

Jason seemed to freeze. God damn, he was scared. I stepped up and spoke. "This is our first time. Could you explain just how everything works, what's possible?"

"Certainly. In many ways we are like any other virtual reality arcade. You take your place on the VR couch, plug into the matrix, and you experience the matrix in total safety. However, our system is far more advanced than the systems that other arcades. Our system actually interacts with your subconscious and, using feedback protocols, produces the sexual experience that you truly desire."

"Have you ever had someone frightened by their true desires?"

"Yes, that's why we have exit icons. Those are words or symbols that when spoken, heard or seen, eject you immediately from the matrix. Truth be told, I think everyone who has used an icon to escape something frightening, has returned later. It is their true desire after all. Some people just need a chance to get used to what they want."

"Your brochure indicated that there were several different types of matrices that we could chose from. Just what do you mean by types?"

"In general, there are three broad types. The most common is the public matrix. In there you interact with both simulations and other people's virtual selves. The feedback system affects how you perceive each other in the matrix, so two people won't notice each other sexually unless both truly want it. There are also private realities. In these, all the people you meet will be created directly from your subconscious, meeting the needs of your desires perfectly. The third type of matrix is the specialty matrix. These are set up with preprogrammed environments. We found that certain types of fantasies are very common. They are used by people who know what they want. Again, the feedback system gives you what you desire, within the pre-existing framework."

"I see. So for two guys who have never been here before, what would you suggest?"

"I recommend the public matrix for first timers. Most often, the encounters that frighten take place in the private realities. It seems like knowing that everything you encounter is a perfect desire for you makes what you desire more frightening."

"That sounds good. We'll take the public matrix. That work for you Jason?"

He nodded his head. I was not sure how this was going to work. Jason seemed terrified of the coming encounter. I would not be surprised if he used his exit icon within ten minutes of getting in the matrix. Maybe I had pushed him too fast. We paid our $50 and were led back to a large arcade room. There were three dozen VR couches in the room, half of them with people on them. It seemed a little strange that there were so many wires. 

"Uh... why so many wires? I thought VR was wireless these days."

The technician answered, "Since we access your subconscious, the vast quantity of information form each player would overload the wireless networks and the system would crash. It's perfectly safe. Now, what would you like your exit icon to be?"

"How about Cauliflower? If I see or say Cauliflower. Not if I hear it though."

That will work. How about you?"

Jason looked just as nervous as when we came in. He seemed to think for a moment and then said, "Make mine armageddon. If I say or hear that word I will be kicked out."

Got it. Are you ready?"

I said, "Yes," and Jason nodded his head. There was a bright flash of white that seemed to last for a minute and I found myself on a city street. There were quite a few people wondering about. But the first thing I noticed was that Jason was not next to me. I had not thought of that possibility. How do you find another person in a virtual reality matrix? I looked around and saw my reflection in the window behind me. It was me, but, even if I do say so myself, a better me. I had lost my paunch, I wasn't wearing glasses and could still see clearly, my hair was fuller and richer. And my cock. It was noticeable in my pants, erect and throbbing. Well, it is a sexual matrix, so I suppose I should be imagining myself in my 'perfect' sexual body.

"Hi. How are you?"

There was a woman behind me, a very good looking woman. "I'm fine. I lost my friend though."

"Oh, you came in with a partner?"

"No, it's not like that. He was nervous, so I came with him, encouragement. So, are you here alone?"

"Not any more. You want to get a room?"

"Yes, I would love to, but... never mind, let's go."

We walked over to the hotel next door and got a room. Once there, I cradled her head in my hands and kissed her, my own lips cracked enough for my tongue to caress her lips. They parted and I entered her mouth, tasting her. We both moaned as our hand roamed across our bodies, feeling each other through our clothes. Her sides seemed extremely sensitive as she jerked and groaned when I ran my fingers down from her armpits to her hips. I ran them back up and she shuddered.

"Oh yes, that's wonderful. A little harder," she whispered, her arms joining behind me.

She seemed on the edge of losing control. Her breathing was shallow and fast. She was tensed, bracing for something, I'm not sure what. Her eyes were closed and her head titled back. I pressed in with my fingers, feeling each rib as I slowly ran my fingers down her sides again. She cried out and I had trouble telling if it was in pain or from extreme pleasure. The only reason I kept it up was the cries included, "don't stop," at every third or fourth sound.

Once at her hips again, I pulled her blouse up and started up against her bare skin. She cried, "Oh God, yes!" and pulled me tight to her, as I pressed my fingers into each gap between every pair of ribs. Her blouse came up revealing more of her upper body, as I dragged it with my hands. I could detect her aroma, signaling that she had become wet in just the right way and place. When I reached her armpits again, I grasped the folds of her blouse and pulled it over her head, helped by the open buttons she had originally left to show herself off.

Her breasts were large, about the size of a grapefruit, with silver rings piercing them just below the nipples. I tipped her back down onto the bed, kneeling over her. Her skirt had bunched up some, showing a hint of uncovered pussy. Her bra clasped in the front and I released it, letting it fall to the sides. My hands returned to her side, pressing in on her sensitive ribs with my fingers. My thumbs reached over and pressed against the ribs hiding under the edges of her breasts. Her back arched up as she cried again.

I made another round trip and then brought her arms forward, leaving her hands on my belt, hinting, in a not so subtle way, what I wanted. She opened my pants, clumsily, since I was still pressing her ribs. Her hands found my cock and lightly began to caress it, bringing me to a series of moans and groans. I was throbbing in her hands, liberal amounts of precum leaking onto her. That pleasant pain of extreme sensitivity was coursing through me as her hands touched the head.

"Careful," I gasped, "I might cum to soon."

She backed her hands from the head, concentrating on the shaft, rubbing up and down a little at a time. I moved my hands to her breasts, pulling gently on the rings. She whimpered, lifting them up as I pulled.

"Oh God. It hurts." But when I let go, "No! Don't stop. Keep pulling. It's so hot."

I pulled again, a shudder running through her. Her hands left my cock (just as well or I would have cum in a few seconds) and grabbed my wrists, pushing them up, pulling on her breast rings even more. I could see her face contorted in pain as she whispered, "Yes, yes," over and over again.

She held the tension for almost a full minute, it seemed, then, with tears in her eyes, gasped, "Fuck me! Fuck me and pull on them, please."

Keeping hold on the rings, I slid my hips past hers, having to practically lie on top of her, and probed under her skirt with my cock. After a bit of probing, I felt her slit and slowly thrust myself inside. I gasped with her as I felt the warmth and moisture of her cunt caress my cock. I nearly came, shocks of pleasure, like lightning, coursed through me. I held still, letting the feeling back down a bit.. I could feel her pussy clenching against me a little and she was moaning in frustration at my inactivity.

"Please, fuck me. I need it so bad. Use them," she said, pinching my fingers holding onto her rings, "use them to thrust into me."

I didn't want to tear her up, so I grasped her whole breasts, my thumbs in the loops, and used her to pull myself forward with each thrust. I think she stopped talking directly to me, just crying out at the pain from the rings and the pleasure in her pussy. My cock felt like it was growing bigger and bigger, expanding to be the entirety of my body. I lost track of her, my entire being focused on the sensations that were growing in my cock and belly. 

I think I heard a scream from somewhere as her cunt started quivering, pulsing against my cock. I know I did, as I felt my gut well up and explode, semen forcing its way down my cock at far too fast a pace, emptying into her pussy I kept thrusting, the painfully sensitive head of my cock being eroded against the smooth and slick walls of her pussy.

After my third or fourth pulse (I think), I let go of her breasts and collapsed on her. Her arms enveloped me and her lips sought out mine for a gentle series of kisses and licks. I stayed in her, my cock softening, as we cuddled, letting the intensity die down slowly. 

"God, real people are so much better than the virtual ones."

I blinked. "How did you know I was real?"

"You didn't give me predictable. The virtual lovers give you exactly what you want and are predictable after a while. You had me guessing. If you want, I'm here every Tuesday at this time."

"I'll keep that in mind. I hope you don't mind, I really need to find my friend. He was practically terrified when we came in. I was supposed to be his support. Maybe I'll see you next Tuesday?"

"I'd like that. Go find your friend, if he hasn't bugged out."

I used the edge of the sheet to wipe myself off, pulled my pants back up and left the room, back onto the streets. I didn't have much hope of finding Jason, figuring that he had already left or had already made contact with some guy. So I was shocked to find him just outside the door of the hotel.

"Steve! Where were you?" He seemed terrified and horny and seemed to have been crying.

"Jason. What's wrong?"

"It's all so real. I see guys and I want to fuck them. I am gay, at least it seems that way."

"So you're gay." I wanted to reassure him, let him know that it was not the end of the world. "So go out and find someone who is as well, have an experience and see if you like it."

"I can't. I'm scared. I can't tell which people are real people and which are virtual people. God, Steve. I've exited and come back already. I'm so confused."

"Jason. Why does it matter who's real or not?"

"A real person might figure out who I am, know about me in the real world."

So, he was still having issues with becoming gay. I thought about just slapping him and reminding him that we are in the 21st century, not the 1st century. No one will care if he's gay or not. But, that seemed like a bad idea. Then it hit me. There was one person he might feel safe with having an experience.

"Jason, how about me?"

"What? You're gay too?"

"No, most definitely not. Out in the real world, I would never consider it. In here, it's not real and doesn't mean anything. So, I already know you think you're gay. If you fuck me, then there's no big secret that could get out. I'm not going to be worried about what it all means in here. I've already had my fantasy," I said with a leer and a wink.

"You'd do that for me?"

"You're my friend. And, no I wouldn't out in reality. In here, no problem. Come on, let's get a room."

I led off towards another hotel, not wanting the lady to wonder unnecessarily. He seemed to relax a bit. I guess having made a decision makes the tension go away, or at least lessen. In the room, I asked him, "Do you want to be the fucker or the fuckee?" I had no idea how two guys did anything. Never having had any interest, I had not even seen any erotica with guy on guy sex.

"Both eventually. But you just came, so I'll take you."

"Okay. You ever do anal with a girl?"

"A couple of times."

"So you know to go slow at first, use a lot of lube," holding up a tube that was in the nightstand drawer (virtual realities always have what you need). I tossed him the tube and started to take my clothes off.

Now, I was in school with him, so I know he's seen a guy strip naked in the locker room for gym class. So why was he just staring with his mouth hanging open? I guess it makes an incredible difference knowing that you're about to fuck the guy stripping in front of you. I know I felt super weird. I was naked, and he was still standing there. I walked over and started undressing him. Oddly enough, my cock was doing a half mast thing, trying to get erect.

He didn't resist my undressing, but he didn't help either. This was Supposed to be his fucking me, and I was doing all the work, feeling all the weird feelings. As I pulled his pants down, he was erect, so erect it looked painful.

"You need to do some of this, Jason. I can't fuck your cock for you." I turned around and lay on the bed, my hips over the side, presenting my ass for his use. "Now get over here, lube me up, and see if you like it."

"Oh God. You are so hot. I know I'm going to like it. Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Just don't try this at home, kiddies," I said with a chuckle.

He picked up the tube off the bed and stepped behind me. I could feel him caress my ass, feeling down to where he could feel my balls. I don't care who you are, if anyone caresses your balls like that, you'll get hard, fast. I could feel a finger probe my hole, encountering resistance when he did. Then he rolled me over and knelt between my legs.

"I should try as much as possible. And you're ready for something," he commented.

With that, he took my cock into his mouth. There was nothing fancy, just bobbing up and down on me. In spite of that, I was groaning at the warm wet feeling engulfing me for the second time today. Yes, it felt incredible strange to see a guy's head sucking my cock, but, nothing in here is real, so I just rolled with it.

It always takes me a long time to have a second orgasm, when I could pull it off, at least in the real world. In here, I seemed to have much more stamina. I was fully erect after only a few minutes and by ten minutes, I came in his mouth (oops, I'm always forgetting to warn people). After my first pulse, he jerked back, spitting out onto the floor, as I shot a couple of ribbons into the air, also to fall on the floor.

"God! That's horrible! How can anyone stand that?"

"I don't know. About half my lovers react the same way. Don't worry about it." Actually, seeing someone react with disgust and retching is an incredible turnoff. But this was supposed to be for him. "If it's any consolation, women tell me that different guys taste different. I know women taste different from each other." I sat up and saw that his cock was even harder, and a deep shade of red. "Now, take my ass and see what it's like."

I rolled over and felt his hands on my ass again. At least this time, my cock was not doing it's impression of a sausage again. Something slick and wet touched me, his finger with lube on it. I tried to relax and let it happen, but your rectum is designed to push things out, not let them in. Eventually, after a lot of twisting and pushing, a finger managed to get in. Once in for the first time, each return trip was a little easier, whether from the additional lube of my relaxing, I can't be sure.

"Use more than one finger before fucking me," I called to him. I wanted to be used to as wide an intruder as I could before the big red one. He did as I asked, putting two fingers in for a while and then three. This was... different. I felt... full. I expected it to be incredibly painful, but after the initial penetration at each level, it was a pressure, not a pain. There were a few intense sensations, almost like pain, but different somehow, when he moved in and out or rotated his fingers, but no real pain.




Virtual Sexuality Ch. 04



When he pulled his three fingers out, I felt like I was taking a while to close up. Then, IT pressed against me and I moaned in anticipation of more pain. Thank God he was slow. Fraction of an inch, by fraction of an inch, he pressed into me, the lube making it possible, not easy. I gasped and held my breath, trying to relax. Almost by accident, I discovered that I could let him slip in further by bearing down like I was trying to shit.

Finally, I could feel his pubic hair against my butt. He started to pull partway out and back in, very slowly at first. The sensation was like nothing I had felt before. The out stroke was much like a normal shit feeling, but the in stroke was... so wrong and titillating at the same time. I could see why women could both crave this and dread it at the same time. My own cock was hardening again. I hate that. The third erection in one fuck session was always so damn painful.

Over my own groans, I could her Jason moaning. He was picking up the pace, his excitement clearly growing. It was beginning to hurt a little again, as he was thrusting in faster than the lube could ease the way for him. Actually, I could feel a build up of something damp on my cheeks with every in thrust. I think he was pulling the lube out and leaving it behind when he went back in. If this took much longer, it was going to hurt, a lot.

I tried a trick that Janice used to use when I was butt fucking her. I clenched against him when he pulled out and released when he went in. It seemed to work, as he cried out inarticulately when I did. He grabbed my hips and began to not just thrust, but to truly fuck me. I gasped, feeling brutalized by his actions. I held onto the bed to keep him from pulling me off with each stroke. My cock was fully hard again and quivered each time his slam into my ass pushed it up against the bed.

I could feel some pain in my ass at the same time that bolts of pleasurable current shot from my cock through my body. I was in torment. The bumping into the bed was not enough to get me off, not over the pain of being sodomized. I needed more, stronger sensations in my dick. I began to thrust up against the sheet as he thrust forward. The incredibly sensitive head was in a curious dual pain/pleasure state, each thrust against the dry sheet like sandpaper against it. Yet, I would twitch with each jolt of painful tingling it caused. I found that I was holding myself tense, not wanting to cum right away, to hold it in till it exploded. 

I could not believe how aroused I was getting. Between the drain of the third time and the truly intermittent stimulation of my cock, I felt like I was on the verge of cumming repeatedly, only to be brought back from the brink over and over again. I reached out and grabbed the far end of the bed, stretched tight. I pulled hard to keep myself against the sheet and humped the bed while he continued to practically rape my ass.

I knew, from the way he was breathing and groaning, that he was close to cumming and I wanted to beat him to it. I picked up my pace, thrusting against the bed again and again and finally came for the third time today. There were several empty pulses, my balls drained for the most part, followed by a few trickles, almost painful. Jason was still thrusting against me, his speed almost desperate. I was aware now, no longer highly aroused, just how much it hurt. Then, he thrust in one last time and held it, grunting several times.

I felt something warm and liquidy pour into my bowels just as a bright white light hit me. I thought I heard Jason say something like, "armageddon," just before I came to under the hood. I could not help myself, I clenched my ass, trying to feel if it felt stretched in any way. Yes, I know that VR has no true effect on our bodies, but I'm one of those who rub their hands together after an Everest simulation because they feel cold.

"How was it?"

I responded to the technician with a simple, "Intense, very intense."

"Your friend exited and reentered, so he'll be a while if he doesn't use his exit icon again. Unfortunately, you can't wait for him on the premises, since you didn't enter together his second time."

"That's okay. We're not together or anything. Let him know that I went home."

To be honest, I was a little uncomfortable right now. It would pass, but he did just ass fuck me in there and I wanted to avoid that uncomfortable silence that comes after every unplanned sexual encounter. Let him deal with what he felt and then we could talk. I have to admit, I was a little surprised how easily sex with Jason turned me on. I mean, two orgasms with him and only one with the lady? Of course, I didn't try to have more with her. Maybe next Tuesday..

Jason made no attempt to call me over the next week. I figured he was uncomfortable with what happened and was just ducking me. I only got his machine when I called. I let him be. He had to come to terms with what he felt on his own, in the long run. Forcing him to talk would just drive him away. When he as ready to talk, he would talk.

Saturday, Janice and I went to see the Civic Theater production of "Arsenic and Old Lace." Afterwards, she came home with me. Just inside the door, I grabbed her, kissing her hard. I had been lusting for her all day, and most of Friday. She responded with equal intensity, thrusting her tongue into my mouth, swapping tastes. We left a trail of clothes across the floor between the door and the couch, the closest thing we could lie down on. 

She pressed me down and I willingly attacked her pussy with my mouth. Janice has one of those fantastic tasting cunts, whether naturally or from added scents, I didn't care. She was already sopped, leaving drips on the couch. I couldn't have that, so I dove in, trying to keep every drop from staining my $25 sofa. She was enthusiastic about my attempts and closed her legs around me to assist in my efforts. She whimpered, biting her lip to keep from screaming. I brought a hand up and tickled her clit and she lost it, screaming in ecstasy, her body locking up as if paralyzed. I kept tickling her clit and licking her pussy until she relaxed her muscles. I eased off, leaving her hyper-sensitive clit alone and gently licking the outer areas of her pussy as she eased down from the climax that had just rocked her. As her breathing returned to some semblance of normal, I pulled my head up and smiles through my juice covered face.

"God, Steve, what got into us?"

"I don't know, but I like it. You want some of this?" I asked, waving my cock at her as I stood up.

She reached out and grabbed it, pulling me to her face by it. She ran her nails over it and licked the tip. I gasped, almost cumming right there. She squeezed the base, shaking her head. She began to lick at it, long slow stokes that had me jerking with each one. I put my hands behind my head, knowing how much she hated having her pressed against a cock by the guy she's blowing. As she enveloped me, I shuddered, almost losing it again.

"I'm going to be quick," I gasped in warning.

The rest of my body, hell, the rest of the world, ceased to have an existence, as every sensation I had was in my cock. It felt like it was swelling, filling with cum for the big moment. She took long slow slurps, causing me to thrust against her involuntarily. When her teeth grazed my head lightly, I screamed, "God! Now!" She pulled back, closed her eyes and mouth, gave me two quick jerks with her hand and I exploded, pouring cum all over her face (don't ask, she likes it on her face, not in her mouth). I must have spurted six or seven lines of milky fluid on her before she had milked the last onto her hand. She rubbed it into her face and breasts, moaning in pleasure as I sat down on the couch with a thud.

The big worry I had had about Virtual Sexuality was that it would spoil me for real sex. After all, the arcade promised your deepest fantasies, sexual perfection. How could Janice, or anyone else compete? Well, it seemed that the experience revved me up instead. I had to go back, rev myself up for another date. I think we both came at least three times that night, though I may have lost count of hers (no way I was going to ask her if she came!).

I was back at the arcade next Tuesday, intending to meet my mystery lady with the tit rings and passion for a little tit torture. The public arcade area had only five people this time. I entered the matrix with the usual flash of white light and found myself on a dance floor. I looked around for my big breasted woman, and I saw him. Jason. 

Understand, Jason was not under a hood when I came in, so he should not be here. Was the matrix responding to memories of last time, giving me the chance for another encounter with him? Then it dawned on me. He was dancing with a guy. Yes, I did miss that at first, give me a break! They were looking at each other with lust in their eyes. They were fondling each others' asses. He saw me, whispered something to his 'date?' and came over to me.

"Steve. How are you?"

"Fine. How have you been, Jason?"

"I'm great. Thank so much for what you did for me at Virtual Sexuality. It really helped. I guess I am gay and I'm going with it."

"Just here, or in the real world as well?"

He gave me a funny look. "Steven! You are such a kidder. Why go back to VR when I can have the real thing out here? Say, do you want to join us. I know you enjoyed yourself in the VR, maybe you'll like it out here in reality too. You might be bi."

I shook my head, stunned. He walked away, saying, "No problem. Get the girl I would have two months ago, okay?"

Now you know why I'm so confused. Jason is in the public matrix, with no body under a hood, and he believes he's in the real world. I haven't heard from him in the real world since that first time. It's like he got stuck in the virtual world somehow. But that's supposed to be impossible. I checked, he hasn't been home, to work, or seen by anyone who knows him since that Tuesday. What the fuck is going on over at Virtual Sexuality?



Virtual Sexuality Ch. 05



Chapter Five 

Connie

"All right Mr....."

"Groltin, Steven Groltin."

"Yes, Mr. Groltin. Tell me just what the problem is."

"It's Jason, Jason Troment. He's stuck in Virtual Sexuality's public matrix."

"Stuck, in a VR matrix. That's impossible. No matrix can hold you for over an hour."

"I know it's supposed to be impossible," the exasperated man said. "But he's there. I went in two days ago. There were only five others on the couches, and he wasn't one of them. Yet I saw him inside. Not only that, he believed that he was in the real world. I checked with his job and family. No one's seen him for over a week, since nine days ago when we both went in together."

"So Jason is your lover?"

"No, no he's not. It's just... he had been experiencing a shift in his sexual orientation and I suggested he try out gay sex in the matrix, as opposed to in the real world. He was horribly upset at the changes he was experiencing. As near as I could tell, he never came out. No one's seen him since."

"If you both went in together, why did you not come out together."

"We did not appear in the same place. He told me he exited after ten minutes and had to reenter. I timed out and they don't allow you to wait on premises."

"And you didn't wait outside?"

He looked sheepish. "I... I ended up letting him experiment with me. He was terrified that someone would recognize him. It was sort of spur of the moment, and I didn't want to deal with possible post sex regret. So I just left and expected him to call me. I saw him a week later in the matrix, believing he was in the real world."

"Why did you go back?"

"A girl. Okay?"

"I see. I'll take the case, but I'm sure there is a totally rational explanation for what happened. I'll need a $500 retainer and my fees are $150 per day plus expenses."

He authorized a transfer to the agency's account and left. I leaned back and thought about the situation. He was not the first. A week ago, a woman named Julie Penderghast actually filed kidnapping charges against the arcade in the disappearance of Melanie Hollings. They were dropped of course. The idea that someone would be kidnapped by a video arcade was ludicrous. I was beginning to wonder.

I started by searching for disappearances in the last three weeks. There were a lot more than you would think, but most could be weeded out easily. By the time I had finished, there were 9 vanished people that could not be easily explained. Two were children, not allowed into virtual reality arcades due to a child's underdeveloped minds. They would start believing the matrices are real. The remaining seven, I was unsure of. Jack Collins, Jason Troment, Julie Penderghast, Gail Storm, David Webster, Kendra Silotin, and Yuri Hallit. What I needed was some way to cross reference this list with a list of recent Virtual Sexuality customers.

For that, I would have to call in an expert. I rang up Spike (you ever wonder why we say 'rang' when no one's phone actually rings). 

"Hello?"

"Spike, this is Connie. I need some information."

"Info is my specialty. What do you need?"

"I need a list of every customer that has been to Virtual Sexuality in the past three weeks."

"Do you have any idea how long such a list will be? Virtual sexuality is the hottest craze out there. We're talking over a million customers. In the last three weeks, there were probably 10,000."

"Spike, I've seen the place. It's not that big."

"Remember, they're open 18 hours a day and no customer stays for over an hour. It's the ultimate in safe sex. I can get the data, but it will not be very useful. Just too much."

I thought a moment. "How about cross referencing their list with a list of seven names that I've got?"

"That I can do, much easier too. I suppose you need it yesterday?"

"Close."

"You know Connie. We haven't gotten together recently. You want to mix a little business with pleasure and pick it up yourself tonight?"

My breath came up short. Spike is a dream. I could feel my pussy quiver in anticipation. "That sounds lovely. How about 8 tonight?"

"That's fine. I'll be waiting."

I gave him the list and hung up. I spent the rest of the day pretending to get something done. At 6, I went home and got ready for my visit to see Spike. I took a shower, making sure that every hint of dirt or sweat was off my body. I set my outfit on the bed, ready for the donning process. I covered every inch of my body, except the head, in baby powder. I had to hurry, without going too fast. I wanted to be done before I started to get wet anywhere, but it would rip if I went too fast. The red body suit was made of a new rubber material. I slipped my feet into the feet of the suit, smoothing it against my skin, leaving no air pockets. I pulled it up my legs, moving the air out and sealing the self melding edges.

That's what made this new material so fucking hot. It sealed itself up, becoming a solid piece of rubber. A special ultrasonic wand could open a seam anywhere on it, and that seam could be closed by simply pressing the edges together again (it took significant force, so as to not seal with casual contact). I had to be careful, since only Spike had the wand. The other property would, no doubt, be employed by Spike later. Once I sealed myself into the suit, I had to go to Spike's to get it off. He had a 'price' he extracted before he would do that. I was going to be into the office late tomorrow.

I continued the process, moving slowly up my body. I had to reapply baby powder several times as I started to sweat and become aroused (though a wet pussy was not a problem once I was past my crotch). Once the last seal had been closed, I looked at myself in the mirror. I looked like I was naked, painted bright red from the neck down. I was sweating profusely in the suit. I cold feel droplets of liquid collecting under the suit. My nipples were poking through the rubber, very visible. My pussy was trying to drip, leaving me stewing in my own juices.

I packed a change of clothes and the head piece, threw on a long trench coat and left for Spike's. I know a trench coat is so cliché for a private eye, but that's not the reason I was wearing it, was it? Rubber is a great sealant. Even with the AC running full blast in my car, there was no relief from the heat I was experiencing. Once I was at Spike's, I slipped the hood over my head, pressing the air out through the neck and pressed the neck of the hood to the neck of the body suit. I kept my hair short, in page boy cut, for just this reason The only visible parts of my body were my eyes, nostrils and lips. I got out and went up to Spike's door.

As I knocked, I could feel little drops of sweat running down my face under the hood. I was sticky inside the suit. I'm sure that under the red rubber, I was just as red from the flush of arousal I was feeling. When he opened the door, I started our little game. 

"Spike! I... uh... have a problem. I seemed to have lost my wand. Could you be a dear and use yours to get me out of this?"

"Connie, Connie, Connie," he said with a clucking noise. "I can try, but I don't know how much a charge it has. Come on in." 

He touched my arm, sending a shiver running through me. I gasped as he drew me into the house. He led me to the bedroom and made a show of looking through his drawers for the wand. I was stewing, getting hotter and wetter everywhere. He came up with a flourish, brandishing the wand. I inhaled sharply, wanting him so badly. He walked over to where I was and slowly reached out with the wand, running it down the length of my nipple, the rubber splitting slightly under the pressure from inside. When the cool air hit them, I gasped and moaned. They poked out lewdly through the small cuts in the material. 

He set the wand down and reached up to pinch them. I bit my lip and the sensation. I could feel his fingers sliding over the wetness that covered them. Little drops of moisture were leaking out the holes as the pressure moved the sweat on me to the only available opening. I could almost feel the warm, salty, water inching across my body, desperate to escape. 

He brushed his hands against the trapped parts of my body, arms, legs, belly, face. The muted sensations through the rubber were torturous, enough to arouse, but not enough to satisfy. I had to stand there and let him. That was one of the rules. I could not initiate anything, only let him please me. I was shivering with need. I could feel that aching emptiness in my cunt. My whole body was beginning to itch from the trapped moisture and heat.

Once I was moaning and swaying continuously, he reached up and pulled the lips of my hood shut and sealed them. He did the same with my eyes.

"Turn around, Connie. Bend over and place your hands on the bed."

I did so, bending myself at the waist in the process. I heard the hum of the wand and the rubber around my waist and hips went totally rigid. I could not stand up now even if I had wanted to. He applied the same control to my shoulders, locking my arms in place. Then he applied the wand to my crotch, opening up a seam that exposed my pussy and ass. Now I was frozen in a bent over position with my ass and cunt free for him to use as he wanted. Oh, how I wanted him to want to.

His hand ran across my exposed sex and I started to gasp, sucking rubber into my mouth. All I could do was moan as he caressed my cunt with agonizing gentleness. The attention was raising my body temperature, thus increasing the discomfort in the suit (did I mention how good an insulator rubber is?). Little waves of pleasure rolled out from my pussy, spreading like a slow molasses across my body, the body that was helpless to even respond with some motion, any motion.

I was fast reaching my climax when he stopped. I groaned, whimpering with denial. I tried to move against him, but the hardened rubber was just too strong. Tears were leaking from my eyes, joining the rest of the fluids that were accumulating under my rubber encasement. I could just make out the sounds of him moving and then his voice next to me.

"Connie. Do you want to be released?"

I shook my head. Too soon, not now.

"Do you want to cum?"

I nodded my head. Oh God, yes, I wanted to cum.

"Do you want to be fucked?"

I nodded vigorously. Yes, fuck me hard, take me and make me scream.

I felt his hand caressing my face beneath the mask. His other was caressing my back. I moaned almost constantly under his ministrations. The moaning was as much from my arousal as from my discomfort at the heat and moisture. I just loved the sensuous torture he put me through. He spent the next hour, I think it was, just caressing my body through the suit, ignoring my tits and cunt as they dripped onto the floor and bed. 

When something touched my pussy at last, I practically screamed. I had gotten so sensitive that touch was almost painful. Something, his finger, I think, rubbed against my swollen lips, teasing me to a new level. I tried to beg for release, but I could not speak, the rubber seal on my mouth far too effective. All I could do was wallow in my helplessness as he tortured me with raw, unadulterated pleasure. On five different occasions, I was on the verge of orgasm and he stopped. I was beside myself with need, my head whipping back and forth as I groaned in agony.

After my fifth denied orgasm, I felt his cock pressing against my pussy, rubbing in the juices that wee flowing freely now. I so wanted to thrust back against him, but I couldn't. My shoulders and hips would not move, not even an inch. There was liquid accumulating in my hands and feet, the result of slow capillary action. I was sobbing with need, the very place I had hoped he would take me tonight. That's when he slammed his cock into my cunt. I screamed in ecstasy, cumming immediately, a lightning stroke of pleasure arcing through my body. My body shuddered and my pussy clamped on his cock. I felt him pulse and his cum shot into my cunt.

As we both settled down, he pulled out of me. I was waiting for him to release me when I heard his voice next to my head. "I'm not done. Do you want another round?"

I groaned, want naked in my sound. I nodded my head, breathing rapidly. He unsealed a small hole over my mouth and stuck a straw in. I drank copious amounts of water, maybe an entire quart. He unfroze me and let me use the toilet before he reposed me and started again. Yes, I was definitely going to be late to the office, maybe not even make it in.

It was 11 AM when I woke up at Spike's place. I had let myself suffer through two more torturous bouts before I was too exhausted to do any more. As per our standing agreement, I slept in the suit until morning. I felt deliciously horrible, trapped in the remains of the previous night's excitement. The wand was sitting on the nightstand. I took it into the bathroom and unsealed myself, releasing the odor that I had trapped inside with me. I took a nice long shower and cleaned the suit out, putting on the spare clothes I had brought.

The data I had asked for was also there. All of the names on the list, except Yuri Hallit had been to Virtual Sexuality within the last three weeks. Yuri Hallit worked there until nine days ago. Every mysterious disappearance in the last three weeks was connected with the place. There was definitely something going on.

You're probably wondering why such a coincidence was not noticed by the cops. Simple, realy. They had no reason to look. All seven were from different walks of life. Only two had anyone who believed that their disappearance was the result of foul play. Of those two, one did not even go to the police. There is a lot that happens below the surface of noticeability in society that takes being looked for to be seen. It's only when someone hires a person like me that these things are brought out into the light.

The next step would be to investigate the matrices directly, see if the missing people could be found in them. Unfortunately, I have a problem there. You know about the extremely small risk of brain damage when under VR? It's not small for me. It's very large, as in, it has happened. There's no damage to my ability to function in the real world, but I am incapable of entering a virtual reality matrix any more. I would need to take some alternative step.

I had almost all day before I could take that step, so I decided to talk to the friends and family of some of the other missing people. I won't bore you with the details of the conversations. Some of the people never got reported because the people who knew them believed they knew why they were gone. All the reasons were plausible, and without my knowledge of the connections, I would have taken it for granted that they were right. Most often, the obvious answer is the right one.

I took a nap in the late evening and got something from Spike that would help him get more data for me. I wanted to know just what kind of experiences these people had undergone. Were they really trapped in the VR matrices? How is that possible? Is that new advanced VR system actually dangerous? I needed more than just that they had all been to the arcade. I needed to know if there were any similarities in their experiences that could account for their going missing. Hell, I needed to know whither they were actually in the matrices still. The hour limit was supposed to be an absolute.

Virtual Sexuality is open from 9 AM to 3 AM every day. I planned to go in at 4 in the morning. At 3, I donned my infiltration clothes, black jeans, black shirt, you get the idea, and drove to a spot five blocks from their location. I activated an audio-visual scrambler and walked to their front door. The white noise kept me unheard by the few people I might encounter, while the optical pulse generator made you not want to notice me. The front door had far too good a lock on it for the place it was. You only put the level of security that you think you need. Nothing in the place was easy to steal and since cash had been phased out ten years ago, there was no money on site. Fortunately, I have the best electronic pick made, and was able to get in quickly.

None of the inside doors had any locks. I made sure my holo camera was working and made a quick search of the place. None of the chairs in any of the VR rooms were active, or even occupied. I attached one of Spike's data bugs to each VR computer and to the main system in the front office. Then I left and went home. In the morning, I called Spike to see what he had.

"Connie. Was there anyone in the VR chambers when you went in?"

"No. Totally empty and shut down."

"No, not true," he said. "Every VR matrix in the place was active, running at full power, when I started my downloads this morning. Someone was in there, interacting. Not only interacting, but they've been in for well over an hour, supposedly impossible. Something else strange. The matrices are connected, not independent."

"Why is that strange? Don't VR arcades really only run one matrix?"

"Usually, but Virtual Sexuality claims that each matrix is completely separate. Why claim that, if it wasn't true?"

"Maybe it has something to do with the sex part of the experiences?"

"I guess. I suppose that someone from the public matrix would not like to think there was a chance that they could cross over to the dungeon matrix."

"They have a dungeon?"

"Oh yeah. They have 18 separate specialty matrices that seem to cater to some kinky sexual play. They even have a rape matrix, where you can pretend to be raped or rape someone. Why would someone want something like that?"

"Don't ask me. I'm just a rubber girl. About the missing people?"

"Oh, right. I can't tell you what they were experiencing, beyond what matrix they were in, but I do have records of the physiological readouts of their experiences."

"Why would those exist? VR doesn't cause an effect in the real world."

"Actually, that's not true. It can have an effect, it just can't cause any harm. Safety protocols. Of course, filters on the feedback systems keep those from being used. You would not have a harmful effect on the body unless a spectacularly painful death were to occur on the virtual side. The cut outs take place long before that happens. The monitors measure your physical reactions and pull you out if it passes a certain point, a point that is based on your own bodily reactions."

"What do these readouts show?"

"Each of the seven was pulled out of the matrix at the moment of virtual climax."

"You're kidding."

"Nope. The look of a virtual orgasm is well known in their system. These seven were in the middle of a climax when they either used their exit icon or timed out."

"What happened to them physically when they woke up?"

"Can't tell. The monitors turn off at exit. No need for monitoring any more."

"Can you tell if anyone else climaxed during withdrawal from the matrix?"

"It might take a while, but I can look. There's an awful lot of data here."

"Make it as fast as possible. This could be important."

After the call, I downloaded my holo camera images and had the display compile a three dimensional holo of the entire complex. It was bigger than it looked. There had been three full floors with VR rooms on each level, along with offices of various types. There were plenty of gaps, but every building had them. That's were all the unseen technology that makes our lives work is hidden. Those gaps, however, are too small to be of any use in hiding something.

There was one gap that was different. It was square, seven feet to a side and about nine feet tall, on the second sublevel. The floors above it had restrooms in that position, but this was just the right size for an elevator, one that could only go down. I needed to go back. It was beginning to make sense now. The matrices were running because there were people in them, the trapped people. I wasn't sure about why the matrices were connected, but that would come to me. The big question was, is this a series of accidents that was being covered up, or was it something more malicious?




Virtual Sexuality Ch. 05



I returned the next night, dressed the same way, to find the secret elevator and what was hidden below it. Again, I had no problem getting in unseen. Knowing where to look for something makes it really easy to find. It was well concealed, but not impossible to find. It had a security lock in the controls, but my pick bypassed them and I went to the only available floor.

The last thing I expected to find was a medical monitoring station. There were a baker's dozen monitors, all giving various read outs on someone's health. I couldn't make heads or tails of them, but I did understand what was beyond the observation glass. Thirteen hospital beds, much like an ICU, with patients on them. Each was under a VR hood, an active hood. The hoods were just like the ones in the arcade rooms, wired into the walls.

I took a small ramp to the observation floor and looked at who was there. All seven of my missing people were accounted for, along with six I did not recognize. All I could tell from the readouts was that their hoods were active and they were in the matrices. Then I heard something, something very bad. My own footsteps. I looked at my scrambler, it wasn't working. Shit! I've been disabled, or at least my electronics were. I turned around and saw three people watching me.

"Ms. Nugash. Please come up here. We don't wan to hurt any of those poor people, now do we?"

I looked at my stunner. It had been disabled as well. I wasn't sure what was going to happen, but he was right, I didn't want to hurt these people any more than they already were. I walked back up the ramp and stopped in front of them. One had his own stunner and, before I could say a thing, he fired.

I came to strapped to a bed. Looking around, I was in the observation room again, on a fourteenth bed. There was a VR hood above me. I wondered if they had tried to send me into the matrix. I could turn my head, but that was it. Someone noticed me and came over.

"Ms. Nugash. I'm sorry about this. We really did not expect someone to be so, illegal, in investigating us. Breaking and entering, computer piracy. What do you know?"

"I haven't figured out why, but I know you're trapping people in the matrices indefinitely."

"It's not us, actually, it's them. Each one of these people made a conscious or subconscious decision to not leave when the matrix tried to eject them."

"Why? Why not pull them out anyway? Surely you could do that?"

"We did the first couple of times. They died, or at least, they were as good as dead. They had become physiologically addicted to the virtual reality itself. We found that their minds, the part of them that was them, would not leave. We could disconnect them, but they never recovered consciousness and withered away, brain dead. Eventually, we found that there were independent programs running in the matrices, not constructs for other people's fantasies, but programs experiencing their own fantasies. That's why the matrices run 24/7 now. There are sentient minds in their that die when we cut the power and fade away if we remove their bodies."

"My God! You've got to warn people, shut down operations until you can fix the problem."

"Connie, may I call you Connie? There is no problem with the technology. The problem is with the people. They want to stay. Yes, it only happens in an exit orgasm, as we've taken to calling them. But even then, not all the time. It can't be stopped and we can't seem to predict it. So we keep them safe here in the basement."

"But, you're allowing others to be trapped. You have to stop."

"We can't. It would mean shutting down every arcade in the world. The financial losses would be devastating. Not just to the company, either. Our stocks are so strong that they make up a sizable chunk of many portfolios. You're talking about possibly initiating a worldwide depression. But, I can see that you are not going to be convinced." He turned to a technician. "Send her in, no exit icon, no time limit. I don't want her to see the real world ever again."

"It's not going to work, you know. I've suffered the damage. I can't interface with VR."

"Not normal VR. But ours is an advanced system. It connects to much more of your brain and bypasses the damaged areas. Yes, you're going in."

"But, what about the hour time limit? How are people staying in for so long?" I was desperate to stay out for as long as possible.

"That's a common misconception. It's not an absolute limit. It's a safety limit. After an hour, your body's energy resources are close to being depleted by some programs. Since we have you on life support, there is no danger. Good bye Connie. There are some cases you should never take. This was one of them."

Helpless, I watched the hood come down and the technician operate the controls. There was a white flash that lasted for a minute or so and I was sitting at a bar, a drink in front of me. I looked around, seeing only three other people in the bar. All were vaguely like one of the people in the observation room. Of course. It was before they opened. The only real people in here would be the trapped ones.

I started to get up and three guys walked in. They were large, rough looking guys and I could not help but think that they looked hot. One looked at me, a mean expression on his face.

"You! You pathetic whore. Why aren't you on your corner. Dusty wants his money. If you don't get it, you'll pay, and pay hard."

I looked down at myself and saw that I was dressed like a hooker. I guess my secret fantasy is to be a hooker. Not what I would have expected. 

"You tell Dusty that he will get his money. You act as if a girl can't take a load off her feet every now and then."

"He wants his money now, bitch. You got it?"

I didn't even have a purse, let alone any money. "No, I haven't gotten it yet. Give me a little time and I'll get it."

"Too late. I guess we're doing to have to hurt you, unless you want to work it off right here."

"Let me guess, you three."

"You're not totally stupid, are you? What do you say?"

"Each of you, one time, and I owe nothing?"

"Stupid whore. One fuck a piece isn't worth $500. We want one each day for the week."

"Now you're being stupid. 21 blowjobs are worth more than $500, a lot more. Three times this week, each."

"Okay. What do you think guys?" The other two nodded, grins on their faces. 

Hell, I probably gave them more than what they expected. It's a good thing some of my informants were hookers. At least I knew the price scales. "That will clear me?"

"At least until next week. Then you owe another $500. And, we get to do anything we want, right?"

"Sounds fair. But not for more than an hour. I've got to make money too. Where do you want it?"

"Right here. I want your mouth, so on your knees."

I knelt down as he closed the remaining distance. He opened his pants and pulled his cock out. It was about eight inches long and already hard. He poked it at my mouth and I opened up. He grabbed my head and fucked it, leaving me to just try to not choke on him. He pumped in and out for several minutes, his tip tickling the back of my throat each time. It was strange, but I did not gag much after the initial surprise of him touching the back of my throat. I guess in the virtual world, the phrase, "it's all good," takes on new meaning.

I was also shocked to discover that I was getting aroused. My nipples were poking out through the thin shirt I was wearing and I could feel the familiar feeling of my pussy getting wet inside a rubber container. I seemed to be wearing rubber panties. At least that sexual desire feedback thing was working. By the time he had cum I my mouth, or rather down my throat, since he plunged all the way in and held it when he did, I was feeling empty and really wanted to get fucked. I looked at the other two, showed them a tongue covered in the last vestiges of his climax, and swallowed with an exaggerated motion.

"Well boys, what will it be? There's a hot, empty cunt here, just hoping to be filled."

They moved up on either side of me, pulling me to my feet. My micro skirt was lifted up and my panties pulled down, exposing my sopping pussy to the warm air in the bar. The rubber had forced my juices up into my ass, making the rear man's thrust into it not all that painful (though I'm sure the non-real nature of VR helped). He was matched by the other, thrusting into my cunt, the two squishing me between them with every double plunge.

I twisted on them as the fucked me, grinding my clit against the one in front and maximizing the sensations in both my holes. Little spasms of pleasure radiated out from my belly, encompassing my whole body. I was gasping with each brush my clit had with his pubes. My actions were having an effect on them, both grunting and yelling obscenities at me. The one in my ass came first, hot semen filling me like a small enema. The intense feeling of being filled that much more sent me over the edge, orgasming with a scream of pleasure. My pussy clenched on his cock as I locked up from the intensity. He followed soon afterwards, pouring his load into my pussy.

I collapsed to the floor, worn out by the double fuck. The lead guy looked at me as his buddies put themselves back into their pants. "See you in a couple of days. Same time, same place."

That's what it's been like for the last three virtual weeks. I've been hooking, and loving it. I get all kinds of sex and always have mind blowing orgasms. Every two or three days, Tony and his friends come to collect their cut of the action. Yet, I want out, somehow. So I always insist on the talk part. I'm hoping that you'll take this information out to the real world and stop those bastards from trapping anyone else. I have a small hope of being freed. It's hard though, since I have no idea how much real time has passed. Virtual time is so unpredictable, but the cycling of empty time, without real people, tells me it's been over seven days.

I have managed to talk to all thirteen trapped people. None want out. Hell, only two believe that they are in VR still. Those two actively tried to stay in during their exit orgasm. I did find the connections between the realities. They are only visible to those who have been here over an hour. It seems like they were designed to give the trapped some kind of realistic life in the matrices. We can travel to other places, explore.

I have hope, though. You gave me hope. I told you my story and asked you to take the information out to the real world. Then you said, "I think I can do that. Stereotype," and vanished, exited from the matrix. I just don't know how long it will take virtually. So I wait, hook, enjoy myself, and hope that by the time you set me free, that I'll still want to be free. The sex here, it's is really good, almost addictively good. I still want to leave now, I think.