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From: WenchSaucy@aol.com
Subject: {ASSM} Saucy Wench #8: Virtual Reality (MM/f, Fantasy/SciFi)[1/1]
Date: Fri,  6 Jul 2001 10:10:02 -0400
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Virtual Reality (A Saucy Wench Adventure, #8)
(c) 2001, by WenchSaucy@aol.com 
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     It was called a Team-Building Exercise.   Everyone on the project, from 
management to the tech weenies, were going out for dinner and drinks, and 
then we were going to play this latest Virtual Reality game.   It was at one 
of these places that looks like a casino inside, video games as far as the 
eye can see.   Racing games all networked together, lights flashing and 
sounds of explosions and gunfire and engines revving.    Yawn.   And all the 
guys from my company running around like it was Christmas morning, little 
boys with  their toys.   Oh well, who was I to say no to a free meal and 
drinks.  And two other girls from the office would be there.   I thought we 
might get to chat, but realized as soon as we got seated for dinner that the 
sound level prohibited conversation.
     But a couple of glasses of wine and I was having a good time.  And I was 
even enjoying flirting a bit. A few of the geeks were actually kind of cute.  
All of them were trying to make conversation above the roar of the games 
behind us.  Most of them were mentally undressing me with their eyes.   Of 
the three women present, it might be immodest to say, but I was the 
best-looking one there.  Well, actually, Julie might have been competition, 
but she was married.  Andrea is sweet but a little overweight.  It was Casual 
Friday, and I'd worn jeans and a t-shirt.  The guys were all staring at my 
chest, which was odd, since I don't  have big tits.  Good thing I'd worn a 
bra; I'd debated about it that morning.  I didn't mind the stares, but my 
manager's boss was laying it on thick, putting his hand on my shoulder 
several times during the evening, his thigh brushing against mine at the 
table.  He'd flirted with me in the break room several times, and once on a 
business trip to San Francisco I'd ended up alone in the hotel bar with him 
one evening with him plying me with drinks.  He didn't come on overtly, but I 
knew he was wanting to find a way into my pants.      Older guy with gray 
hair, handsome enough, but married with three kids, no thank you.  As for the 
tech geeks, well, let's face it, most of them don't date a lot.  I knew one 
of them had a big crush on me, and Andrea had told me some of the things 
she'd overheard the other guys talking about in a conference room.   
Basically in a "who would you fuck in our company" discussion, I was the 
office sweetheart.  Nicely, Mike, the one with the crush on me, had defended 
my honor somewhat, when one of the other guys had gotten a little graphic in 
what he wanted to do to me (basically it involved him knowing me in all three 
orifices).  I don't have sex with people from the office though (well, with 
rare exceptions, Julie being one...but that was another business trip), so 
the guys had no idea that beneath my innocent exterior I was probably every 
bit as wild as their fantasies.  Actually, if they could have seen what Julie 
and I did in the hotel room that one night, they probably would have creamed 
their pants then and there.
     At first, predictably and boring, everyone talked shop.  Would we meet 
the deadlines, would this work out, would that work out, would the server 
come in on time, would the network handle the load.   But then they started 
talking about the Virtual Reality game we'd be playing after dinner.   It was 
apparently the new State of the Art thing, much better than earlier efforts.  
I had tried one a few years ago with the helmet and all, and found it mildly 
interesting, even if I couldn't shoot the broad side of the barn.   This was 
supposedly much better.     As I understood it, we'd all go into these 
separate little booths, where we'd strap in to the thing.  Then in the 
Virtual Reality world, we'd all be lumbering around in gigantic robots, 
blowing each other up.     Well, OK.  I'll try anything once.   I'm not very 
good at these kind of games, but it should be an interesting experience.
     It was very popular, there was a two hour wait; we'd put in the name of 
our group before sitting down for dinner.   After dinner, it still wasn't our 
turn, so we wandered around the arcade.   The guys all played racing games 
and shoot-em-ups.   I joined in on one racing game, at their repeated urging, 
after I acted reluctant long enough for someone else to plug the little 
credit card-like thing into the slot for me (Hey, I'm not going to put down 
my own money for this stuff!).    And I ended up coming in 2nd place. Take 
that!  The rest of the time, I just wandered around, watching other people 
play.  And having Married Guy sidle up to me some more.     Hmmmmph.   Don't 
these places still have an old copy of CENTIPEDE around somewhere?   
     And then, it was our turn in the VR game.   This guy with a ponytail 
seemed to be our Host.   He was not only undressing me with his eyes, he was 
bending me over a chair and doing me doggy-style with his eyes.  
     Then, I swear, he led us into a little tiny theater where we all sat 
down and watched a little 5 minute TRAINING FILM on how to play the game.   
It didn't seem too complicated.   We'd put on this suit, and then each go 
into our little pod, which actually looked like the teleport booth in THE 
FLY.  Maybe this was all a trick, and they were going to experiment on us as 
teleport subjects.    I'd try to get the bug-free chamber.
     I confess, I wasn't paying that close attention to the video.   I got 
the basics.   Squeeze left hand to trigger missiles.  Squeeze right hand to 
shoot machine-guns.  Turn your head to turn your virtual head.   Move your 
feet to clomp around in the virtual world. There was a lot of other stuff, 
about jets and jumping and teleporting and whatnot, but I forgot it as soon 
as I heard it.   Run around and shoot each other.   Like Virtual Paintball.  
It looked like it would be fun, especially with the company paying for it.  
And it was fairly expensive.
     Then he led us off to the booths, like astronauts.  "Houston, we've got 
a problem." I quipped.   Married Guy laughed like it was the funniest thing 
he'd ever heard.   I think if he could have arranged it, he would have liked 
to be sharing the Virtual Reality booth with me, and guide me in the use of 
his missile launcher.   Meanwhile, Mike, the nerd with a crush, looked at me 
with those puppy dog eyes.   It's nice to have a fan. And he was kind of 
cute.  I just didn't want to be the one to take his virginity.
     We all climbed into our little booths.   I pulled on the plastic suit, 
which was covered with sensors.   It made me look like the Pink Power Ranger. 
  Well, except it was silver.  Then ponytail guy leaned in, and pulled 
several straps tight.   His hands ran over me while he did it.   Creep, 
copping a feel.   He wasn't terrible looking, but the way he looked at me was 
somehow less wholesome than the leers of the company guys.  He made me feel 
soiled.  And that takes some doing.  Once I was all strapped in, he lowered 
the helmet over my eyes.   Things went dark. I was completely blindfolded.    
"Comfy?" he said, in a voice that reeked of the fact that he had a hard-on 
for me that he'd like me to get to know on a first-name basis.  He adjusted 
me, and connected several cables to my suit.   I had a feeling this guy was a 
bondage enthusiast, and got off on strapping women into these things.  I 
wasn't sure I'd be able to get out of it without assistance.
     Then he shut the door, and even the ambient light that leaked through 
the sides of the helmet vanished.  Pitch dark.   I guess this wouldn't be 
entertainment for a claustrophobic.  There was a hum in the walls, but most 
of the sound of the arcade outside was shut out.  This was like one of those 
sensory deprivation chambers.  
     This was supposed to last 50 minutes.    I was still in the dark.   What 
if my pod wasn't working?   I wasn't sure I could untangle myself from the 
suit and the helmet and the cables.  I was trussed up here like someone's 
kinky fantasy.   And I had a feeling whose fantasy that was, the guy with the 
ponytail who ran this thing.  It wasn't terribly uncomfortable, but it would 
be very boring to sit here in the dark for 50 minutes.  But I didn't want to 
shout or scream and cause a scene.   I had a vision that Ponytail Guy was 
sitting in a room with a dozen cameras that showed the interiors of all our 
pods.  Maybe some kind of light amplification.  Was he getting off on seeing 
my bound figure in this getup?  
     I shook around in the suit, and could feel the attached cables swaying.  
  I decided if I really had to, I could rip this thing off...although I think 
the guy had strapped me in a little tighter than normal. First I'd get my 
arms free, and the rest should be easy. 
     Just at that time, the display in my helmet lighted up, and I decided my 
fears were groundless.  I found myself in a large room with metallic-looking 
walls.  The effect was amazing.    Ok, it didn't look REAL, it looked 
computer-generated.  But it was still amazingly textured.   I walked a few 
steps.   The scale didn't look like I was in a giant robot suit.  This was 
weird, nothing about this had been in the briefing.  Maybe I was supposed to 
go through that door and then there'd be a giant robot suit I'd climb into?  
I looked down at myself.  To my surprise, I saw a female body. Completely 
nude.  Not my own. I'm pretty petite and slim, a good figure, but I don't 
have a comic book hourglass figure. This made me look like Lara Croft.    Big 
tits.  Perfect body.   But a bit stylized.   No pubic hair. 
     I opened the door, revealing a corridor.  At the end, it opened out into 
another room. I walked along it, marveling at the effect.  I had no idea 
Virtual Reality had come this far along.    This was like THE MATRIX or 
something.    Ok, not THAT real, but this was incredible.
     Before me was a table.   On the table was...there's no other way to 
describe it.  A large dildo.   Fairly realistic cock shape.    It had little 
ridges and whatnot.  I reached forward and picked it up, and almost dropped 
it.   It was WARM, and it also was slightly greasy with a lubricant.   How 
could this be, I could actually feel the sensations.   We didn't have this 
kind of technology.  I set it down again, and rubbed my hands together.  I 
could feel the greasiness still on them.
     A door at the far wall opened.   There stood two big Conan the Barbarian 
types.  Tall, muscled.  Strong-looking arms and legs.  Again, I could tell it 
wasn't real; it was computer animated.  But very well done computer animated, 
very detailed, right down to the expression of their eyes.  Which was a 
hungry look.   Their mouths had wolfish grins. They could have been twins, 
but the one on the right was black.   And they were anatomically correct; 
they were stark naked, and sporting two very rampant erections.  They had big 
cocks too. As thick and solid as the rest of them.
     "If we catch you," said the one on the left.
     "We fuck you." said the one on the right.
     A spasm of fear went through me.  This was crazy, this couldn't be 
happening.   But I turned and ran.   I couldn't believe how real this was.  I 
could feel my bare feet slapping hard on the metal floor.  I sprinted through 
the room I'd started in, through another door.  I hadn't seen it earlier, 
because I hadn't been facing that way.    Behind me I could hear pounding 
footsteps.  I risked a look, and sure enough, there they were, coming on 
strong, like wolves on the hunt.
     I sprinted through the door, and found myself... OUTSIDE.    Under my 
feet was grass that felt like Astroturf.   I was in a very stylized world, 
but it was large.   Small hills and valleys, and bushes and trees.  Again, 
very detailed, very textured, but ultimately fake-looking.    The sky was 
blue, with clouds.     But clouds that, taken altogether, looked artificial, 
like the same pattern repeated over and over.  There was a sun in the sky, 
but it too was artificial, little more than a bright circle.  It provided no 
heat, and, I suspected, no real light, I thought everything in this world was 
illuminated the same, although I didn't take the time to look for my shadow.
     For what seemed like an endless time, I ran through the trees and 
bushes.  I could hear the pursuit behind me, the pounding feet, catcalls and 
wolf-like cries.   What's worse, I was actually getting out of breath from 
running.  I slipped and stumbled on the fake grass, and then decided to try 
to hide in a little valley.   Almost instantly I realized my mistake, it was 
a tiny box canyon, with no way out.  The walls looked too steep to climb.   I 
looked behind me.    White Conan was close behind, and I suspected Black 
Conan wasn't far behind that.  I tried to scale the wall anyway.   It was 
textured, but was curiously lacking in handholds.   Slick to the touch.   
Like it had never been intended that someone would try to climb it.
     I slipped, and fell.  Right into the waiting arms of White Conan.  Quick 
as a wink, he had an arm under my knees, and another around my shoulders.  He 
tossed me up and repositioned me, like I was feather weight.   Which I was, 
to someone this strong.   I flailed and writhed and tried to slip from his 
grasp, but it was pointless; it was like being gripped by an iron statue.
     His arm shifted, and the hand that had been supporting me under my knees 
repositioned itself between my ass cheeks.  His sure thumb found my pussy and 
begin exploring it, teasing along the outside, nudging towards my clit like 
it was an on-off switch. I could feel his hard cock pressing into my side.   
Then with one quick movement, his other hand grasped my long hair (which was 
crazy; I didn't have long hair!) and tilted my head back. His lips met mine, 
and I was so surprised, open-mouthed through all this, that his tongue slid 
right in.  His hand repositioned again to reach around my back and grasp one 
breast. He squeezed hard and thumb and forefinger pinched at the nipple.   My 
nipples were hard, and I was amazed to find a surge of sensation from down 
below; my pussy was getting wet by all this.   I was still breathing hard 
from the run, now I was gasping due to other causes.
     Unceremoniously, he tossed me up in the air, and Black Conan caught me.  
 His hands ran over my breasts and legs and arms and ass. And then he flipped 
me, almost gently, until he had me in position on my hands and knees on the 
fake grass.   And then I felt two pairs of muscled arms on me.   Hands on my 
ass, Black Conan urged my knees wider apart with his feet, and then 
unceremoniously mounted me, starting to fuck me doggy-style from behind in my 
pussy.  Meanwhile, White Conan took my face in his hands, and slowly lowered 
my head towards his waiting cock.   I bowed to the inevitable and opened my 
mouth and his cock slid past my lips.  I closed around his cock and started 
sucking.  I could only fit part of his cock in my mouth, and fortunately he 
didn't make me deep throat him, but that big cock was an insistent pressure, 
thrusting in and out of my mouth.  Meanwhile the other rhythmically slammed 
into me from behind, fucking my pussy.  Periodically one of their hands would 
be on my breasts, kneading and squeezing.
     They didn't lack for ardor, but there was still something mechanical, 
soul-less, in the way they slaked their lusts on my body.   Would they 
actually come, or would they just keep slamming into me forever like 
automatons?
     And it's true, it wasn't like being fucked by flesh and blood men.  
Their touch was like plastic, like mannequins.  But it sure as hell beat a 
dildo or a vibrator.  And they kept going with a power that few real men can 
match.
     I could feel the sensations revving my body up, I could feel that 
ethereal lifting up like a drug high, and I knew I was close, and then I was 
coming.   Still they pounded on, for what seemed like an endless time, and 
the orgasm went on and on.   I could feel the blood roaring in my ears, the 
waves of heat radiating from my pussy, and going through my entire body.   I 
cried out.  And then, finally, they both came.  Black Conan behind me grunted 
and let out an inarticulate cry and he thrust even deeper.    White Conan 
gripped my hair and spurted into my mouth.    It certainly tasted like come, 
hot and salty, but pleasanter than most I've sampled.   They were slowing 
down, but still pumping me, their hands still roaming my body, but at a 
reduced pace.   My orgasm sailed on and on into oblivion.  Everything went 
black.
     Light stabbed into my eyes, and I felt the helmet lifted off my head.   
Ponytail guy was looking into my face, grinning lecherously.  "Enjoy your 
trip?"  he said.   I felt confused, disoriented.   Sleepy.   Disheveled.   
Slowly he peeled the straps back from the suit and disconnected the cables.  
I clambered out.   I felt like I'd been rode hard and put up wet.  I felt 
like I'd had my brains fucked out, and I had the after-sex high to prove it.  
 And what's more, I could tell my panties were sopping wet.    I just hope 
they didn't stain through my jeans.  My pussy was sore, my legs ached, my 
nipples felt so sensitive that just the material of my bra was stimulating.  
Self-conscious, I could certainly smell my sex, humid in this little pod.   I 
felt like it must be obvious that I had came.  I wonder how loudly I had 
cried out.
     I stumbled out of the pod like a sleepwalker, brushing by the guy, still 
confused.  Others from my group were backslapping each other, bragging about 
their kills, already reminiscing like soldiers about these incidents that had 
happened only in the depths of a row of memory chips.  They looked at their 
stats, and crowed about who won and who lost. There was a little good-natured 
ribbing that I was in last place, but I don't think anyone thought about the 
fact that not only did I not have any kills, I didn't have any deaths.   I 
bristled a little bit at the assumption everyone had that it wasn't 
surprising I was ranked last.   This was a game for the hunter-gatherers of 
the tribe, they thought.   
     I must have fallen asleep in the pod and just never have been activated 
into the game.  The technology I experienced just doesn't exist.   It was all 
a dream.  An amazingly erotic dream, no doubt, I actually came.  But still 
just a dream.    Right? 
                         The End

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