-- Location: Dunai City. Year: 2145.
-- Mission: Traffic safety in Upper District road- and railways.
-- Secondary Mission: Damsels endangered and enslaved.
-- Scanning indicates additional subjects.
-- Subjects designated subject 11, subject 12, subject 13, and subject 14.
-- Subject 13 selected.
-- Subject 14 selected.
-- Analysing.
-- Analysis complete. Strategy selected.
-- Initiating software penetration of interface equipment.
****
Ana read the synopsis of the VR chip. A recreation of a modelling shoot from the 20th Century, with clothing selections configurable from inside the simulation. She was definitely adding that one to the pile. She paid, along with the price of the collar itself, and escaped the close atmosphere of the shop. Though the middle districts of Dunai City weren't much less close outside than in; she was glad when the short ride on the tramway was over, and she could keep out the humidity with her apartment walls.
She decided to start with the modelling chip, and inserted it into the collar. She was a little nervous as she put the thick plastic band around her neck, and-
Ana blinked against the bright sunlight; was this what it was like for the people in the city's uppermost levels? She was standing on a wide, stone-walled balcony overlooking a huge expanse of water; she'd never seen the sea before, but this had to be it. She felt fabric swish around herself as she turned, and looked down; she was wearing a long yellow dress that perfectly set off the blaze of her red hair. She closed her eyes and stretched her arms out, revelling in the warmth of the sun, the contrasting cool of the breeze, the smell of the sea, and the feel of the silk against her skin.
"We're ready for you Ana," came a voice from behind her. The balcony fronted a row of glass doors leading into a building; small, maybe seven floors, counting a couple of raised turrets. Ana walked slowly inside to find a room easily twice the size of her whole apartment. The floor was wooden, while the walls were covered with thick cloth hangings; racks of clothes were everywhere, people darting between them, comparing dresses to lifelike mannequins.
The woman who'd called Ana was approaching, clipboard in one hand, bottle of water in the other; she handed the latter to Ana. "Drink up; you're on in five."
"Thanks." The water didn't taste quite right, but Ana supposed the VR couldn't manage everything. "What am I wearing first?"
"That," the woman said pointing at the dress Ana had on. "It's nice enough don't you think?" She turned to lead the way.
"Y-ch," Ana tried to reply but the word caught in her throat. She took a step to follow the woman, but stumbled, almost falling to her knees.
The woman looked back. "My, that's working fast," she said. She took Ana's arm helping her stand upright; "We can't have you solidifying in the wrong pose now, can we?"
"Wha?" Ana could barely speak; she could barely move. She tried to think through the numerical sequence to end the simulation, but nothing happened; was she remembering it right, or was something wrong with the collar?
The woman was still talking, but Ana's disoriented mind couldn't make it out; every sound in the room was distorted, as if it wasn't just her ears hearing any more, but the whole of her hardening body. Suddenly she knew why all the mannequins looked so life-life.
Another woman had joined the first; they were conversing as they looked Ana up and down. Their words reverberated throughout her body, everything vibrating in time with them... ears, her immobile eyes, her chest, torso, hips; and between her legs, impossibly, her clit was vibrating too.
Ana tried to recite the exit sequence again, but the only change was the growing arousal from her clit, pulsing through her in time to the words of her captors. It didn't make sense; how could her body still be feeling this as it transformed into plastic?
More sounds around her; the women had picked up her rigid form and were carrying her toward one of the racks. Ana's arousal responded to the movement and the louder conversation of the people they were approaching; every jostle and word built her, every rustle of clothing as they undressed and redressed her, every click of the cameras as she was photographed.
The mannequin that had been Ana wondered if it could ever come while in this state, or if its arousal would just build and build forever.
****
Nadine sat on her bed, eyes closed, the chip in her hand... an immersive bdsm scenario; the thought sent tingles running through her body. According to the packet it was configurable from both inside and outside the sim. She plugged it into the VR collar, and connected them to her palmscreen.
Did she want to be mistress or slave? Slave.
Did she want a master or a mistress? Mistress.
Setting and Surroundings? Arabian Castle; Nadine had little idea what such a building was like, but the stonework on the sample image was an attractive colour.
Cruelty vs love? Nadine selected the midpoint; she could always change it later.
Finally she entered the in-scenario safeword, and memorised the exit code for the sim itself.
She was ready. She put the collar around her neck and activated it.
"What do you have to say for yourself?" the Mistress asked.
"I'm sorry, Mistress," Nadine said, head downcast. "I didn't mean to spill the drink."
"Was it those heels? They are very high. Seven inches isn't it?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"And the blindfold?"
"Yes, Mistress."
"'Yes?' You blame me, then, for your mistake?"
"No, Mistress, I'm sorry, I-"
"Be quiet, slave."
The Mistress pushed Nadine to her knees; Nadine could have kicked herself, how didn't she see it was a trap? This didn't seem like much of a midpoint between cruelty and love. The Mistress walked over to the racks at the side of the room; Nadine heard a few of the objects rattle before she returned. The first she knew of the Mistress's choices was a ball gag being forced into her mouth and buckled behind her head; her hands were brought up and the cuffs on her wrists padlocked to rings either side of the buckle... her hands locked behind her head.
The Mistress pulled Nadine toward her chair, forcing her to get her feet under her quickly before going sprawling; then sat down, laying Nadine across her lap. "You are to be punished, slave," she said. "After each blow, you will say "Thankyou Mistress for correcting me. I will stop when you make yourself understood."
Without waiting for Nadine to ready herself, the Mistress spanked her with some kind of paddle; Nadine let out an mmph of mixed shock and pain. She tried to speak the phrase as instructed, but the gag stifled her voice, and she could produce only unintelligible whimpers and grunts.
"That wasn't understandable at all," the Mistress said. She struck another blow, much harder.
Nadine tried once more, but again the gag thwarted her.
"Disobedient slave." Another smack.
This time Nadine tried to say her safeword, protest that this wasn't a fair punishment. As the next smack came, she cracked and recited the exit code in her mind.
Nothing happened. She tried again; nothing.
Another blow, even harder; Nadine screamed out a plea round the gag.
And another blow.
And another.
And...
****
-- Subject 13 acquired.
-- Subject 14 acquired.
-- Activating secondary assets for retrieval and storage of acquired subjects.
-- Subject 11 selected.
-- Subject 12 selected.
-- Analysing.
-- Analysis complete. Strategy selected.
-- Initiating software penetration of interface equipment.
-- Analysis complete. Strategy selected.
-- Initiating software penetration of interface equipment.
****
"It came in the deliveries," Katie said. "This is the enote that was sent with it.."
Olya read it. "They're paying us to try out this VR chip?"
"An immersive monster sim, they're calling it," Katie added.
"More money sounds good to me," Olya said. She looked at the rest of the delivery. The chip had come with two free collars, along with a card telling them the exit code they had to think through the end the simulation. "Ok, let's do it."
The two roommates plugged the chip into one of the collars, then the wires to connect them. With an anticipatory grin, they snapped the collars shut around their necks.
The sky above Olya was impossibly bright; not just the sun, but even the cloudless blue blazed down on her like fire... the sight was so vibrant that it took her a few seconds to realise her hands were bound. Thick ropes wrapped her wrists, holding her arms above her; the ropes stretched over a large rock, so Olya couldn't see what they were fixed to. Beside her, Katie was in a similar predicament. Both girls were wearing short white tunics in place of the clothes they had been in.
"They didn't say anything about it being a bondage monster sim," Olya said. "Can you get your ropes off?" She tried twisting her wrists to loosen her own, but the knots were firm.
"No," Katie answered. She looked up at the rock they were tied to. Maybe they could scrape the ropes along the top of it till they frayed?
Her thought was interrupted by a loud drawn-out sound; too much for a hiss, more like a silibant roar. She glanced at Olya to see the other girl's eyes fixed and staring. Katie followed her gaze to see huge snakes crawling out of the swampy ground in front of them, as they grew closer, she realised it wasn't snakes, just snake, many heads attached to one huge body. The thing drew closer, its foremost pair of heads slithering toward the bound girls.
Olya pulled at the ropes, trying to break the knots, break the rope, break what they were tied to, anything to be able to move and escape the creature, but there was nothing she could do as the nearest head reached her. Its jaws opened; its long forked tongue darted out, rasping wetly as it licked over Olya's thigh. The jaw opened wider still.
Katie tried to twist her legs, open them, kick, anything to keep the monster's mouth from closing around them, but there was nothing she could do as it gathered her into itself. Its teeth gripped her, pulling her down its throat each time it worked its jaws. With each movement its flesh closed round her like another skin.
Olya felt the snake's tongue slip between her legs, brushing at her mound, before pushing into her, its forked end flicking within her passage. Inside her as well as out now, the monster drew her further and further down. Her mind screamed the sim's exit code, but nothing changed; the monster's tongue still violated her, its jaws still swallowed her.
Katie could barely breathe; the muscles of the monster's body were crushing her lungs, while its tongue felt like it was brushing the inside of her womb. The exit code wasn't working; she kept trying over and over as the creature's jaws finally drew her all the way into its throat, and closed over her, leaving her in darkness.
****
-- Subject 11 acquired.
-- Subject 12 acquired.
-- Activating secondary assets for retrieval and storage of acquired subjects.
****
Dean sat at his work station, monitoring the D.N.E.I.L. system's progress. Accidents were down on the Upper District routeways... and at the same time it had acquired another four girls for its growing collection. It was performing superbly in both its missions. Dean's interface implants gave him visual access to the plights of his damsels: Denise and Wendy carried helplessly through the jungle, Berseh compliant in the hands of a man designed to subjugate her, Tessa's helpless struggles against her rapist, Stephy strangling in the noose, Janet reduced to a dancing girl, Eve bound and violated, Sonja murdered over and over, Ana immobile as she was posed and dressed, Nadine in the hands of a cruel mistress, and Olya and Katie in the maws of a monster. He wondered what D.N.E.I.L. would bring him next.
****
-- Scanning for further subjects.
Love this and the preceding parts. 
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