"Essentially, yes. You can do whatever you like, no matter how taboo or illegal it would be otherwise. Anyone outside the simulation can't even tell what you're doing in there." I smile happily.
"Anything huh? I could even fuck Eidolon or something?" She smiles.
"If that's what you really desire. I'm afraid you don't have a lot of conscious control over what comes up. The machine pulls out your strongest desire, and works from there. You should have a bit of control, being able to change things as if it were a lucid dream, but the amount of control varies." I explain. "There... Have been cases where unstable individual has had their own subconscious desires run away with them..."
"What?" Both Emma and Sophia ask.
"I'm sure I've mentioned this to you, Emma. On your first time?"
"Oh! That, yeah. No, it hasn't happened to me at all." She smiled, blushing heavily. "I'm in complete control over everything. Haha. Yeah, absolute control."
"That's... Reassuring." Sophia grumbles. "How likely is that to happen?"
"Very unlikely. It would take a combination if very strong, very repressed desires, as well as a staggering lack of self discipline." I explain, waving off their concerns. "Even then, you'll be able to program a safe word. Simply say the word during the simulation and you'll be able to escape."
"And that's foolproof?" Sophia asked.
"Yep. So long as you actually want to escape, you'll pop right out." I smile back. "Now then, shall we get started?"
Sophia stays silent for a moment, staring at the pod. "Yeah. I can handle this no problem." And with that she begins to undress. Her shirt comes off first, her sports bra following a few moments after. Her bust isn't anything to write home about, but it suits her athletic body. All lean muscle
and tight curves, her breasts a gentle slope to her chest and capped with dark nipples. Her stomach is even more attractive, chiseled in a way that makes you want to run your fingers, or a tongue across the grooves of her abs.
Her pants come off with a certain attractive confidence, and I watch as Emma's eyes trace along the strong legs and toned rear. Those legs, almost deadly-looking for all their lean power, accentuate the tight flesh of her ass. The kind you want to kneel down and worship.
She turns without much care, and Emma is slow to remove her eyes from her friend's lower body. The flush on her pale face seeming to light up the room. Remaining professional, I note the hairless junction of the girl's junction with only a clinical interest before returning my eyes to hers. "What now?"
"We provide a variety of scented oils, which can be used to have the machine massage you into the hypnotic state, if you like. The process eases the transition, blurring the line between fantasy and reality further, and is a great way to relax tense muscles." 'Which you have a lot of.'
"Oh, you should totally do it. I always do. The apple cinnamon one is amazing." Emma gushes, rushing over to the rack of oils. Her naked friend follows after a brief pause to inspect me.
"This one, I think." She states after a moment, spending only a moment smelling each oil before making her decision. "How do I-"
"I can apply it for you, if you like." She frowns at that idea. Unfortunate, but not uncommon. "Or you can have your friend do it." I add with a shrug.
The vial is all but snatched from her hands as Emma gets to work. She pours a generous helping into her palm and slathers her hands together, before bringing them to the back of Sophia's neck.
It's like watching a giddy child give a bath to a panther. There's an air of danger about Sophia that seems to scream begrudging irritation towards Emma as the girl's hands roam across her muscles. She's only supposed to be spreading the oil around, but I watch as those fingers traces across each muscle, mapping them out in a surprisingly intimate way.
My own powers kick in, picking up the name of each muscle as the oiled fingers trace over them, as well as watching the subtle tells that show me where each and every sensitive spot is. Some would find that sort of raw, unfiltered information as unsexy, but I'm not one of the. I can remember intimate nights where I gave a massage to a girlfriend, kissing and naming each muscle of her body as I went.
Emma's hands linger a bit too long across Sophia's bust, and even longer as they slide across the curve of the darker girl's ass. The muted squeak of alarm as a pair of slick fingers slide down between the crack, no doubt pushing a bit too insistently at what lay between them.
To say nothing of the way the girl's hand slips between Sophia's legs, the palm smearing warm oil across the lips with a grind too sexy, too intimate, to be casual. She moves on soon enough, before anyone can really vocalize a complaint, an continues molesting the girl's legs until she's covered in oil from head to toe.
"All done then?" Emma jumps as I speak up, still grinning. "Careful not to slip, just climb into the chair and relax. It'll feel a bit odd at first, but that's just it calibrating to your nervous system."
Sophia does as instructed, climbing into the chair and squirming only slightly as she sinks into the gel. It softens at first contact, letting her sink in until only the very front of her face is above the surface, before hardening into a denser consistency. I flip a few buttons, starting the process, and the girl lets out a pleased sigh as it starts to vibrate.
"Enjoy." Emma smiles widely at her friend, fidgeting slightly as she watches.
"She'll be in there for an hour." I note, stepping up next to the girl.
"I've been meaning to purchase a few things from here..." The redhead states slowly. "What's your policy on product testing?"
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-Sophia—
I'll say this much, that chick was not lying about the massage. I thought it would be one of those kinky things, just dry-fucking me for a few minutes until it rubbed one out, but instead it was almost invasive how good it was. Every muscle, every knot and every bruise, every sweet spot on my body was hit in just the right way until I couldn't tell where I ended and the slime began.
My mind felt like mush only a few minutes in, so I guess I can be excused for falling asleep.
Waking up, however, was pretty messed up.
I'm laying face down, which is disorienting on so many levels, since I'm pretty sure I'm actually sitting face up in the chair still. This has got to be my imagination right? Just like they explained.
Though, that wouldn't explain why I'm laying face down on a rough stone block. It's fucking uncomfortable, and I'm pretty sure no one would want this.
Taking a deep breath, I look around the room. I can still smell the sweet fragrance of the oil, still feel the warm slipperiness of it on my skin. But the air is warmer here, filled with a gentle smoke. It's lit, as well, by candles. Far too many candles. Nothing romantic about it, it looks like I'm about to be sacrificed on an altar by a cult.
The worst thing, though, are the chains around my wrists and ankles. They're equally uncomfortable, squeezing and pinching at my skin when I try to move, and are too study for me to pull out of.
Fuck this. I'm not laying her naked while some inbred cultist cuts my heart out or something. A moment of concentration renders me immaterial— And a painful electric current runs through my body in response.
It starts from my bindings, running up my arms like white-hot fire and shooting up and down my spine. My mind goes haywire for a moment, my vision turning white as I try not to bite my tongue. My body spasms, the relaxed muscles clenching hard as the current passes through them, shooting down to my tailbone. The heat fades as I revert back to my normal state, but it seems to pool around my hips.
There's a muted chuckle from behind me.
"What the-" I hiss as something unbearably hot drips down on me from above and lands between my should blades. It stings, remaining in position and slowly losing its molten heat as two more drops fall down on me. "Fuck! What the fuck is going on?"
My voice is hoarse. Did I scream when I got shocked? I don't think I'm that weak. It barely hurt. "You've been naughty, Sophia." That voice is familiar, hauntingly so, but I can't place it. It tweaks something in the back of my mind though, something primal.
I don't belong here. "Let me go~!" I struggle against the bonds, pulling at them as more drops of molten something drip down on me. I flinch, going intangible out of reflex. The shock comes quickly, and even though I'm ready for it I lose my will almost immediately.
That same burning washes over me, filling my mind with pain and leaving dull tingling sensation in its wake. "F-fuck..." I gasp, as the dripping stops.
"Ah~ Ah~ Ah~" That same voice taunts. "No escaping for you, not until you admit you've been naughty, and accept your punishment."
Safe word. I've got to use the safe word. What was it again? "Hedgehog."
Nothing happens. Why the fuck is nothing happening? "Hedgehog!"
"Do you think I'm a hallucination?" The voice taunts, a single finger dragging though the hot wax, it must be wax, down my spine to spread around the feeling. "That maybe you don't deserve to be punished?"
"It has to be... This can't be real." Had I been kidnapped from the store? Sold as a slave or a sex toy to someone else?
"You deserve this, Sophia Hess, for what a bitch you've been to everyone." My tormentor steps in front of me, and I lift my head as far as I can to look at her. I can't see much, really. A pale stomach, thin and untoned, shapely legs, and a pair of panties that leave only the sweetest places to the imagination. "Ah ah... I didn't say you could look at me."
A hand tangles in my hair, forcing my head down painfully. "You came here to be punished, Sophia, fow what you've been doing. The truth is, you want to be hurt, to be punished. That's why you act out isn't it? Well don't worry, you'll get what you want here."
"Fuck you." I grind out, once more trying to break free of my bindings. If I pull fast enough, maybe I can get past the electricity. I'm dimly aware of screaming as I come to, slumping against the stone platform. Was that me? Oh god, my body burns, the heat pooling inside me from the attempt. My nerves are raw, responding eagerly to every sensation, from the rough stone to the delicate fingers running across my back.
"You know you can't escape. Just tell me you've been a bad girl, and I'll give you your punishment." The fingers trail across my ribs, cupping my breast in a way that makes me suck in a breath. She's rough, not intimate at all, simply groping and squeezing, pinching and twisting remorselessly at my nipple. "Say it."
"I've..." Can I? Can I admit to this? Just to get out of this situation? What choice do I have? Wait for rescue? The fingers pull sharply on the nipple, and I throw my head back in a silent gasp. She's there in front of me again, that familiar set of hips, those panties... That tantalizing view. "I've been bad."
"I know." The fingers release me, letting my head fall back down. "I know everything you've done, Sophia Hess. But the question is... Do you?" Her hands are more gentle now, stroking across my back, soothing the light burns from the hot wax. "I want you to confess to me. Tell me everything you've done. Tell me your deepest desires."
It's so tempting to lean into that touch, those fingers that were so cruel a moment ago that now trace gentle patterns on my sensitive skin. The pain makes this so much better, so much more real, so much more pleasurable. It isn't like the gentle caresses Emma gives me once in a while, like a timid lover. Or even Madison with her manic passion, frantic and crazed. It didn't make my stomach twist itself into painful knots, reminding me of that night so long ago.
This is the touch of someone strong. Someone in control, who knows exactly what kind of person I am, exactly how much I deserve to be hurt, even as a reward. "I'm a bitch. An angry, violent, unlikable bitch." I confess, my hips arcing up into the touch as her fingers clawed her way lower, across the curve of my ass.
"I know." The hand pulls away, and the cruel sing-song voice sent a thrill down my spine, from my ears to the pool of molten heat around my core. The slap comes out of nowhere, the sound hitting me before the sensation. An echo of flesh on flesh that travels just ahead of the burning sting of humiliation. I transform out of reflex, for a split second, feeling the electricity punish me for trying to run and hide. "Confess properly."
"I'm too violent with criminals." I mumble, wracking my mind for something to confess to. "To rapists. I've nearly killed a few." That's a sin, isn't it? Even if every one of the bastards deserved worse than what I could possibly do to them.
The hand comes down again, and this time even though I know it's coming I can't help myself. I transform, feeling my muscles tense and dance under the brief electric current. It feels... The pain is something exquisite, addictive, cathartic. "Don't lie to me." The voice whispers, a hand grasping my hair and pulling me back. "You don't feel guilt. Confess to me."
"I'm a slut." I choke out, body still trembling. Images of frantic lovemaking fill my mind. "I use people for cheap gratification. I pleasure them for favors, so they'll like me." Those times I pushed Emma down in the bathrooms at school and made her work to appease my anger. Taking Madison against a wall, pinning her as she squirmed in one of her nymphomaniacal frenzies. The lack of real satisfaction in all of those moments.
Another slap, this time the stinging came first, and I barely flinch. My ass is sore, but I can take so much more of this. Compared to what I'd been through, this pain is nothing. The humiliation makes my cheeks feel like they'll burn off, but I can endure. "Do you enjoy this? Do you want me to spank you?" The cool touch is back, soft narrow fingers tracing around the sore skin of my ass. It's gentle in a way I'd never appreciated before. Pleasurable in a way I thought I couldn't feel.
"Yes."
Another slap, and this time I can only shudder, my muscles dancing for another reason entirely. I let a hiss of air out through my mouth, closing my eyes and embracing it. "What else?"
"There's a girl." I choke out, feeling another blow come down on my backside. How much more can I take? I'm strong, but am I strong enough? "I..." I hesitate, and the next slap comes even harder. I cringe, forcing myself to say it. "I want her. So badly I've done terrible things."
"What things?" She knows. That voice from my most terrible dreams knows everything already. All of this is for me, to confess to my own evils. To embraced what a fucked up animal I am, and acknowledge I have no place in proper society.
