Second Harem Member | free bimbo + mind control stories

Nessa had bent over, showing me her ass, yet again.

Oh, God, that ass. That marvelous smooth, succulent moon. That wonderful crack. How could I ever resist her?

As usual, I lay my cock right in her crack first, savoring the whole of her ass. Next, I slipped my cock down. First, past her rear entrance. Next toward the opening I really wanted, that magnificent pussy of hers.

No matter how many times I fucked her, her twat was always tight. Always ready. Always wet and slick. And the way she cooed and shivered. The feeling of her soft vagina as it enveloped my cock. I yearned for it. I was desperate for it.

The head of my cock now probed the edges of her pussy lips. Yes, she was ready for me. She was always ready! And so, swoop, in I went. And I went deep.

Smack went the flat of my lower stomach against her buttocks. And then I ground into her, growling beastily as I did so. And she squealed so delightfully!

How many times had I fucked her already? I'd lost count.

But she had loved it each and every time. Fuck! All I needed now was her ass. All I wanted was her ass. I was a slave to that ass of hers. I would never stop fucking that ass of hers until I died.

Died...that thought gave me pause. Fucking was dying. A sweet death. In Vaults & Vixens nothing was more dangerous than fucking.

But you wouldn't think so with Nessa. She was always giggling and joking, having fun. She loved to make me happy. And she knew exactly how.

All I had to do was cast a hint that I wanted to fuck. Then, swoop, she would bend over showing me her sweet ass. She would even pray apart her pussy lips to show me her entrance, wet and waiting.

God have mercy on me. I was in heaven.

For better traction, I carefully pushed her up against a nearby wall. The upper half of her body pressed into the cold stones. I slid my cock into her pussy from behind yet again as I ground up against her ass. I held my cock deep inside her, then I pulled out, and then yet again ground into her. Such utter joy!

"Nessa!" I whispered passionately in her ear.

"Master!" She sighed back.

I'd become obsessed with her. I'd lost my mind. I knew it was only a matter of time before my luck ran out. Before some monster caught me fucking and waited. Waited until I'd used up my last drop of lust points.

And then the moment I pulled out of Nessa, weak and debilitated from the fuck, I would die. But in my current state of mind, I didn't care anymore. Wasn't Nessa worth dying over?

Nessa was a vixen. She lived in the Vaults of Oblivion. This was a gaming dungeon of endless mazes and chambers. It was full to capacity with monsters, all dangerous and some downright horrific.

What did most people do in the vaults? They slew monsters, check. They collected treasure, check. They gained experience points, check. But that was not all. Mostly what player characters did is fuck. And the more vixens you had in your harem the more fucking you could do.

Vixens couldn't be bought, bribed, or coerced. Attempts to do so could provoke demonic intervention. In short, you never forced yourself on a Vixen. Never.

They had to be persuaded and impressed.

But it was never hard because the one thing they admired most was prowess in combat. Slay their current master, and they would be most impressed. So impressed that they would open up their ass cheeks, spread their pussy lips, and let you fuck them.

Nessa was the first member of my harem and the only member. To say I had a crush on her was to vastly understate the situation. Obsession doesn't even go far enough to explain what I felt. I had to have her constantly.

I smacked up against her ass yet again. I pulled my pussy juice drenched cock all the way out of her until only its head remained in her snatch. I held it there savoring what was to come, and then, swoop, I stabbed her hard again.

"Yield to me, ye wench, yield," I said in a harsh whisper.

"Yes, master. Yes, master. Always," Nessa cooed. "I'll always yield to you."

You could say she wasn't real. You could say she was all just zeroes and ones. But I knew better. I knew she was the most real fuck I'd ever had. At least in terms of physicality. She wasn't some ephemeral mirage. Not some simple binary program.

Nessa had complexity. At least when it came to the contours of her ass, the details of her pubic hair. She was more real than real. My hand wrapped around her hips. I thrust myself into her yet again. This time, I pulled her ass toward me, nearly yanking her off the wall. Wham! Oh, how I loved grinding into her ass.

"Master," she moaned. "Oh, master."

Nessa's moaning was exquisite. She could make moaning into an art form. She moaned with a soft cooing vibration that I could feel from the edge of my earlobes all the way down to the core of my cock.

I growled and fucked her even harder!

And yet...and yet...somewhere deep in my mind. In some dark far corner, I could hear a voice trying to warn me. Calling out, what's happening to you?

Vaults & Vixens, what a wild game!

It went like this. The bigger the harem, the more raunchy you could get. And this was measured in lust points. The more lust points you had, the bigger your combat bonus. The bigger your combat bonus, the bigger foes you could hack to pieces.

But it was never that easy.

You constantly needed saving throws. These were done automatically by the game. But just imagine rolling a twenty-sided die, and needing a ten, or fifteen, or higher.

And what if you got lower? Then you gave into lust. You fucked. You fucked one or more of your vixens. The higher your lust points, the faster and easier you gave in.

And if you hadn't chosen your location in advance, and timed your fuck just right, you'd be exposed. Because once you started fucking, you just didn't stop. Because nobody stopped once they started.

A blow job might be fine. A blow job might get your lust points soaring up high. And a saving throw wasn't entirely impossible in that case. But to be fucking and stop? It didn't happen.

You could, theoretically. It'd take a twenty to pull your cock out of a pussy or an asshole. And then another twenty to resist the pull to put it right back in. And then yet another twenty to snap you out of your trance and engage in combat.

Three twenties in a row didn't happen. Especially not when you most needed them. So, you fucked in the wrong place at the wrong time, and then you died. Because there were always monsters about.

That too was just a thing of odds. Wandering monsters. Imagine a virtual die being cast. The odds of a monster appearing might be five in twelve. That is, if you were in a main passage. But it might be only three in eight if you were in a smaller one. Of course, no one ever knew the actual odds.

You could get lucky now and then, and sneak in a quick fuck. But sooner or later, you'd get caught. A monster or two or three or four would creep up on you. And they'd wait.

They'd wait as long as it took for you to pull your flagging cock out. And then they knew what to do. Because once you were finished fucking, your lust points would ebb like the tide. They would go to their lowest possible point. You'd be as weak as hell.

Then, the monsters would rush in on you and hack you to bits. Or they would slice you up. Or grind you with their teeth into fresh, tasty hamburger meat. There were many ways to die.

And your vixens? Well, if you had more than a few, some would scatter and run. Maybe one of them would weep for you. But at least some portion of them would coo and ah at the most malignant of monsters.

"Oh, fuck me. Oh, fuck me. Please take me, I want you," They'd say, having completely forgotten about you.

And that was just the nature of the game.

Oh, is that what Nessa was going to do to me? When I lay in a pool of blood, was she just going to bend over and take some orc's big cock and let him fuck her?

But she was so special. She was sweet. If ever there was an ass to die for, then it had to be Nessa's. The way she could squeal when I hit that spot deep inside her pussy!

I'd even tasted that pussy of hers once. She'd purred like a kitten for every lick I'd given her. And now with my jumbo cock stretching her pussy wide, death felt like but a small price to pay for that pussy of hers.

The pace of my fucking began to increase. I fucked Nessa so hard, I began to sweat. My sweat rubbed off onto Nessa, so her body became glossy and wet. No one could ever imagine how good it felt to fuck Nessa.

How could she be so real? Was this a result of artificial intelligence? A secret server using a quantum computer capable of chaotic computations and complex feedback?

What the hell was Vaults & Vixens? Some small deep part of my mind tried to think this through. Why was I doing this? How had I gotten here? How had I gotten this deep into the game?

Vaults & Vixens. The long strokes I made with my cock slowed just slightly. I tried to use my head to think.

The game had appeared out of nowhere. The first mention of it was on the Dark Web. Message board rumors talked of a secret violent bloody game filled with rampant sex. Soon everyone was searching for it. And then soon after, everyone was playing it.

Conservative pundits railed against it. Even the most progressive of thinkers worried about the addictive nature of the game. But everyone was playing.

Famous politicians in their offices would get caught playing the game. NSA computers became compromised as addicted agents had played the game on them. Business workers. College students. Housewives! Who wasn't playing the game?

And nothing could stop it. As long as the Internet continued to exist, the game would exist.

Anyone who was old enough was playing it. And it didn't even matter your setup. Vaults & Vixens had versions so simple it could have accommodated a calculator. Just so long as you had an Internet connection.

Now, it was one thing to play the game on an old flickering CRT. It was another to play it on a state of the art gaming unit with a 120-inch 8K high-density screen.

Somewhere I could remember having done all that. I'd mastered the game up and down on all the other ways it could be played.

But not for fun or for pleasure, but because I was searching for something. I was searching for something down deep on the lowest levels of the vaults. And I'd decided full immersion was the only way I'd ever find it.

And now I was here, in the game. But how? What had happened? My brain felted addled. I couldn't think.

Nessa's ass quivered. She was orgasming yet again. Oh, God! Nessa, Nessa, Nessa!

She sometimes orgasmed three times to my one orgasm.

Sweet Jesus. I could feel her whole pussy spasming. It felt as if it were clenching my cock and vibrating all at once. I could die from such pleasure. I would die.

"Master, Master, I'm coming, I'm coming," she squealed.

"It's okay, baby, I got you, I got you," I whispered into her ear, as I leaned my back against her, my flesh laying across her flesh.

She thrust her ass out toward me as she orgasmed and I ground my cock into her yet again, pushing into her as hard as I could.

"I'm gonna make you come again, baby, again and again and again," I crooned into her ear.

"I love you, Master, I love you."

How could I possibly think of anything else but fucking Nessa's fantastic ass? What could be better or more important than getting off inside that pussy of hers?

Oh, yes, just one more time. One more time. She was worth dying for. She really was.

But there in the back of my mind, just barely accessible, some lost part of me was screaming. It was trying to remind me of something.

I'd been warned. Someone had warned me. I could hear a voice. Faraway, a cold voice with the tone of a doctor.

"It'll be just like reality, even more so. On that level, you simply won't be able to tell the difference. If you think the game is addictive now, wait'll you're inside it."

Yes, they'd warned me. But I'd done it anyway. And not for fun. Not for pleasure. But because I had a mission. I had to get the key. The golden key.

Fuck. I remembered the feeling of the scalpel as it had cut into my skin, right at the base of my skull. No anesthesia. What had the sawbones said?

"We can't use anesthesia, it'll interfere with the morphing of the dendrite chip once we get it in."

The whole thing was a backroom deal, done in a dirty lab at a closed down university. The procedure was something no licensed professional would ever be caught doing. They'd tied me down so I wouldn't jostle or move during the operation.

Jesus Christ, that sheering pain as the blood had poured down from the base of my skull over my neck and onto my chin. I'd have screamed if the strap over my chin hadn't prevented it.

But, then, all at once everything had disappeared. I was floating in utter and still blackness. I felt vertigo first and then panic. There were no reference points. I didn't even have a fucking body. I had nothing.

It was like being paralyzed from the mind outward. I'll never be able to explain the horror of it. And how long did it go on? Seconds? Years? I have no idea.

But then, out of nowhere, I fell into somewhere. A virtual room. The walls and ceiling and floor were utterly perfect and identical. There wasn't a single exit.

All that existed was a table, a chair, and a terminal. It was a green and black CRT unit with a thick buckling spring keyboard.

I went to the table and sat down. Code dripped across the terminal screen. I could read it. I could interact with it. It was the raw feed from Vaults & Vixens.

So I did what I do best. I hacked. I hacked first into a character reserve. Knowing I had little time, I grabbed the first character I could get my hands on. I had stupidly thought I could easily hack his abilities and features later.

With that done, I began to search for an insertion point. I needed to insert myself someplace safe and some place near an interaction console. But most importantly, I needed to be as close to the golden key as I could get.

But almost as soon as I began to search for an insertion point, things went awry. Counter-infiltrators started to mess with my code, almost like a counter-hack.

Without a choice, I'd had to dump myself into the game in the first spot I could find, hoping I'd evaded them.

And then what? Then the game began. Almost immediately, I killed three orcs and their chief. Then, I got my first vixen, Nessa.

Oh, sweet Nessa!

That fuck she'd given me. Our first fuck together. I'll never forget it. Oh, Nessa...

The fuck over with, I'd felt debilitated, tired, dizzy. But then as soon as I'd recovered, I'd wanted to fuck her again! If there was a saving throw to make, I hadn't succeeded in making it even once.

Oh, Nessa, that ass. I'd fucked her again and again and again.

Even right now, I plunged my cock deep into her pussy, her wet inviting pussy. I ground my flesh against her ass, those two dreamy cushions. What could some mission compare to this? If ever I had a purpose in life, it was fucking Nessa!

"Oh, oh, oh," she breathed out. Her ohs became a trill, a sweet vibrating trill. Her whole body vibrated with pleasure, thrilling my cock as it yet again buried itself deep in her vagina.

I was so close. So close to yet another release. Just a little more. Just a little farther. What was death compared to this?

I pulled her away from the dungeon wall. My hands slid up and grab her wonderful tits. I squeezed them. I pulled her in and ground into her ass yet again. Then wanting to pound into her harder, I forced her back up against the wall.

"Give me that ass," I nearly screamed.

Oh, and the way she shoved that ass back, my cock slipping even deeper yet into her pussy. God, how I loved her!

"Oh, oh, oh," she moaned. "I...just..want...to...say...oh, oh, oh...you...were...the...best...oh, oh, oh...master."

The best? I was the best? Was? Past tense! Fuck!

I forced myself to look out, to take in at least a little bit of the world around us, the world outside of Nessa's sweet snatch and ass.

And I could see it. In the eerie, indirect light of the vaults, I could make out shadows. We were not alone!

I slowed my fuck just a hairsbreadth. Yes, there were small shadows, each one perhaps a little taller than three feet. I could make out weapons and helmets. There were eight, maybe twelve.

Shit, Shit! I guessed kobolds. How I hated kobolds! Goddam rodent men. Disgusting humanoid creatures. Fucking little annoying pests is what they were!

Fuck, and if they killed me...if they killed me, they'd get Nessa? Goddam their peckers must have been nothing but little pinpricks. They'd never make her happy!

But she'd choose to go off with one of them. Wouldn't she? Of course, she would. She was a vixen. It was the nature of the game.

Oh, God, but I was so close. Just one more orgasm. That's all I wanted. Just one more.

The words of the sawbones came back to me.

"If you die in the game, you die in the real world. The chances of us bringing you back are for all practical purposes, zilch. Do you understand that?"

Who the fuck understands death until it's on their door knocking? I was supposed to get saving throws!

I hadn't resisted fucking Nessa once. Not once. It wasn't fair. What weak pathetic excuse for a player character had I grabbed?

Or was it me? I needed stats. Player characters had stats. Self-discipline was a stat. What did my character have? Zero?

But what about me? What about my mind? Didn't I get any say in this? I didn't know anymore.

Oh, Nessa, I'm so close. Oh, yes, grind that ass into me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. I didn't want to freaking stop!

And yet. Still. Somewhere. Somewhere down there in my brain. Down there where the amygdala meets destiny and fate, something happened. Maybe it was just a random nerve firing, what the fuck do I know? But something happened.

"I'm Ryan Drake," I growled. "Ryan Drake."

"Oh, Master," trilled Nessa.

"Ryan Drake," I gasped, almost defeated, so near orgasm.

Why did I want the golden key? Why had I hacked into the game on this level? Did I really want to die?

Then I saw it. A face. Deep and distant, so far away. Oh, God, she was beautiful. So utterly beautiful. A real person. A real genuine human being. Not just a fuck. A real person! I had to save her. She needed me.

I made several long strokes with my cock into Nessa's sweet pussy. Hard, long strokes that fired up my lust to the point of insanity. If I could pull out now, the bonus would be incredible, nearly off the charts. I'd be like a fighting maniac.

But no one rolled three twenties in a row.

But this was my mind. My self-discipline. My decision. I could do it. I just had to—

But the orgasm was so close. Oh, how my cock felt slipping in and out of Nessa's pussy, my pelvis against her ass. It was so good.

I made three more long, hard strokes.

"Master, I'm coming again, I'm coming again," cried Nessa.

Then I screamed. Even as Nessa's pussy began the shudder and to grip my cock harder, I hollered a wild battle cry.

I pulled my clock out of Nessa!

Twenty!

But I could still feel the pull. It would be so easy just to stuff my cock back in. I resisted!

Twenty!

And then I turned to face the kobolds, my glossy cock erect and menacing. A fucking weapon. But did I have the will to fight?

Twenty!

Indeed, I did.

By this time it had dawned on the kobolds what had happened. But it was too late. When they rushed in to attack me, I was ready for them.

The first kobold dashed in with a short sword intending to impale me. I dodged the blow by stepping to the side. And as he swept past me, I grabbed his head and slammed it into the wall. With my other hand, I grabbed his sword.

I swung back around just in time to see my next assailant. He swung his sword sideways attempting to sever me at the knee. I parried the blow knocking his blade down. Then I smacked him square on the nose with the fist of my other hand. He tumbled backward falling into the kobold just behind him.

Next, three kobolds rushed me at once. I was twice their size, and this made me an easy target. Still, I vastly outmatched them. I shoved my new weapon into the eye of the first one that attacked. Blood spurted and brains oozed out as soon as I pulled the blade back.

I grabbed another kobold by the wrist of his sword and sent him hurling. My next stab went into the underside of a kobold's chin. That killed it immediately, blood pouring out of its face as it fell.

"Fuckers!" I screamed.

Yet another kobold now nervously swung at my leg. I dodged the blow taking only a scratch. I raised my short blade up high, and with both hands shoved it down on top of his skull in a brutal blow.

Kachunk. The blade sunk deep into his head. The filthy creature fell backward with the sword embedded in his skull.

This startled the other kobolds long enough so that I could reach for my pole-axe. I'd laid it on the ground before I'd started to fuck Nessa.

I grabbed it and raised it above my head, shaking it.

"Fuckers!" I screamed. "Interrupt my fuck, will you? I'm going to fucking cut you all down."

By the time I took my first swing, they were already turning their tails so they could run. Nevertheless, in a single swipe, I cut clean through one of them, and deeply cut another one. Both fell to the ground immediately, their own blood and guts spilling from them.

I screamed a war cry, and then I dashed after the remaining kobolds. It wasn't just rage that drove me on. Kobolds almost always had a master. If I didn't kill each of them, they'd be back with greater numbers, and perhaps an even worse assailant.

My legs were much longer than theirs. I was stronger and faster. But the passage was narrow and low at times, and this favored them. But as soon as the passage widened enough for me to do so, I swung my pole-axe and cut another one of their members down. I hopped over his body, trying not to slip on his blood.

Somewhere behind me now, I could hear Nessa screaming.

"Master, master, wait for me!" She called.

Of course, I couldn't. She would have to catch up. I could not let the kobolds get away. The passage suddenly forked, and then forked again, and then all at once there were all sorts of side passages. We were in a fucking maze!

Despite the twists and turns, I kept the kobolds in sight. When I got close enough and the ceiling to the passage was tall enough, I swung my pole-axe down. I snagged yet another kobold, the blade of my pole-axe literally crushing and splitting its skull.

It was at that point that I could see something ahead. A chamber, brighter than any of the passages we'd just traversed.

"Fuck!" I shouted.

I knew this meant trouble. But not wanting to lose the element of surprise, I didn't slow my pace at all. I charged into the chamber readying my pole-axe as I did so.

As soon as I entered the chamber, what I saw was this. A massive nine-foot troll, hunchbacked, with lanky arms, each ending in a hand with long-clawed fingers. The kobolds had nearly collided with the troll. The troll, itself, was trying to assess what was happening.

I barely even blinked. I just continued to charge. And as soon as I got to the troll, I swung my pole-axe square into his massive chest.

Kachunk!

A viscous green blood spurted everywhere. The three remaining kobolds having gotten their bearings now leaped toward me. I managed to kick the first of them between the legs. As for the second, I hammered my fist down onto his head. It was the third that got me.

He's swung at my calves, and I couldn't get out of the way in time. His sword made a clean cut, and I nearly tripped!

Yet I managed to keep standing, and in my rage and excitement and lust, the pain didn't even yet register. I pulled my pole-axe out of the troll's chest and quickly staggered back three steps.

I swung my pole-axe in a low arc. The kobold tried to scurry back, away from me. But my blade caught him, and cut him clean through the middle. He collapsed into two pieces onto the stone floor, his guts oozing out of him.

I looked at the troll. Trolls are incredibly resilient, and worse they can regenerate. Already his wound seemed to be closing in on itself, healing!

He rushed in on me with his arms extended. I swung my pole-axe again, and my timing turned out to be impeccable, because I cut clean through one of his arms. That arm fell promptly onto the floor, and yet more blood now gushed out of the troll's empty arm socket.

I raised the pole-axe to swing again. Too late. The troll managed to rake his claws down my face and chest, just barely missing my precious pecker. The trolls claws were like razors.

Blood instantly began to go into my eyes, and I began to feel woozy. It was now that I also finally felt the wound the kobold had given my leg. I could barely stand.

I didn't doubt that the troll now had me. All he had to have done was rake me once again with his clawed hand. If he did, I was done for. So all that saved me was his stupidity.

The troll saw how wounded I was. He thought he'd been granted a reprieve. Rather than attack me again, he actually reached down to grab his arm. Lifting it, he began to fit it back onto his socket!

The troll must not have realized the level of lust points I'd accrued. Despite my injuries, I was still able to muster myself for one more attack. And the troll had just given me the opening I needed.

I screamed and charged. I swung my blade high. The pole-axe had excellent reach. With incredible luck, I landed my blow right on his neck. I severed his head completely.

Green blood spurted from the vacant spot. His head fell like a ball onto the ground. It made an audible thud when it hit.

I rushed in at the head as it rolled along the floor. I needed to pulverize it, so that the troll's regeneration would stop. I dashed forward to strike at it.

But the troll could still see. As his head stopped rolling, and he got a fix on where I was, he used his body to attack me. I wasn't even watching when again, his hand took another swipe at me with its razor-sharp claws. This time, the blow landed across my back.

But this attack was too late to save the troll. My pole-axe landed on top of his head. I severed it in two, its brains spilling out. For extra measure, I stomped on its brains. Then hacked its skull apart even more with my weapon.

I'd won. But I'd been hit bad, both across the chest and across my back. And who knew what damage the kobold had done to my leg. I could barely stand.

I looked around the room, and it was then that I saw her, a vixen. Dizzily, I took a few tentative steps toward her. Blood was pouring out of me, I felt that at any second I was going to collapse.

Insane as it was, my mind was at work assessing the sexiness of the new vixen, and how much I wanted to fuck her! She had blue hair, succulent lips, and a shyness about her that totally enticed me.

"I...I..." I could barely speak.

It was only at this point that Nessa finally caught up. She came running into the room. She rushed to me, stretched out her hands, and kept me from falling. Vixens tend to be stronger than they look, and Nessa was no exception.

Oh, Nessa, my lust points must have been all that we're keeping me standing. And somehow my cock was still hard. And when Nessa touched me, all I could think about was that ass of hers.

Somewhere my brain knew how fucking insane all this was. I was dying. And yet all I could think about was fucking Nessa, and this new vixen I'd just come across.

"Take me to her," I told Nessa.

Who knows what I was thinking? But Nessa respected my command and helped me as I dragged myself to the new Vixen. I looked at her.

She was beautiful as the ocean. There was something graceful in her shy demeanor. She had wide eyes and, like I said, succulent lips. She wore a skimpy robe that barely covered her nubile figure. Her robes shimmered like waves do in the twilight.

She looked at me coyly.

"You're dying," she said.

"I want to claim you?" I said.

"Claim me? I can't be claimed," she said.

Shit. I had to be careful. If I upset her she'd never join my harem. She was entirely right. She had to offer herself to me. I couldn't claim her.

Nessa spoke, "are you a healer? Can you save my master?"

"I am Marin," said the new vixen. "Yes, I know the healing arts. So? The troll was very good to me. Your master just rushed in here and killed him."

"Yes, he's very virile. He fucks constantly," Said Nessa. " And look at his cock. I bet it's even bigger than the troll's was."

Marin moved in closer to me. I felt alternatively very hot and very cold. I didn't know how I still had a hard-on, but I did. And I wanted to fuck.

"How could he still have a hard-on bleeding like that?" Said Marin.

"I told you, he's very virile. He fucks all the time," said Nessa.

"People who fuck all the time die quickly. And look at him, he'll bleed out in a few more minutes. Let him," Marin said. "I know an Ettin not far from here. He's got two cocks!"

"Two cocks? Are you serious?" Nessa asked.

"He can fuck you in the ass and the vagina all at once," Marin said. "I was seeking him out when I came across the troll here."

"Defend me, Nessa," I whispered, sure I was going to keel over in a minute.

Nessa looked flummoxed.

"Two cocks?" She said. "Really?"

God, Nessa was cute. I would have fucked her right then if I could have. Oh, God that ass of hers. And this new vixen, I knew her pussy would be sweet.

Spitting up some blood, I managed to spit out, "I've power like you've never seen."

"Oh?" Said Marin.

"I'm a hacker, do you know what that is?"

Marin eyed me curiously. This had gotten her attention.

Nessa now seeing her chance to help me said, "you should see him in action. Hack! Hack! Hack!"

Nessa chopped her hand down for emphasis.

"He's very good," Nessa said.

I started to feel myself go into shock. My legs buckled, and I fell to my knees. I'd have fallen on my face if Nessa hadn't caught me.

Marin moved closer to me. She leaned down and looked into my eyes. My vision was blurred from all the blood going into them.

"That's not what you mean, is it?" She said to me.

I couldn't speak anymore. I just shook my head.

"Very well," said Marin. "Do you want me?"

"Yes," I gasped, spitting up blood.

"Fine, then. I shall in full willingness take you as my master until death do us part. Please fuck me whenever you wish. Would you like to take me right now, as I am?"

"Yes," I spluttered, my hard-on still ready.

But at that moment, I fell forward on my face, and the world blacked out.

I then dreamed. I fell in and out of visions. I saw so many vixens then. Vixens from other versions of the game I'd played. So many slinky tantalizing girls. Would I find them in the vaults this time around?

At some point, I thought I could see the old sawbones that had inserted the dendrite chip. He gazed at me while my body floated in a survival tank. For a few brief instances, I thought I'd fallen out of the game. But that would have been impossible without finding an exit.

More slippery pretty girls paraded across my vision. Then yet again I saw the sawbones.

He was telling me, "we'll keep you alive as long as we can out here. Intravenous feeds, daily therapy for your body. We've got a ventilator if needed. I've seen some people survive two months in this state, but others only two weeks. It just depends on you. We never really know why someone dies."

I was asking him, "But people do come back?"

"A few," he said. "Yes, yes, a few."

The scene faded. I saw more and more voluptuous vixens. All of them surrounding me. Pushing in on me with their breasts. I wanted to fuck all of them.

And then I was falling again, from an all-consuming blackness, and then suddenly, I awoke.

My body felt oddly at rest. It felt at rest in a way it had never quite felt before. I felt the way you might feel on a cool Autumn day waking from a peaceful nap.

I was in a well-lit chamber. I was naked. I lay on furs and furs covered me. I felt so warm, peaceful, and comfortable. Whatever wounds I had had or still had, they couldn't have been very bad.

I had a hard-on. It just felt good. Not overly urgent or desperate but just good. I was not alone. Under the furs, a female purred and moved. She'd sidle up to my legs.

Her hands were on my cock. These were gentle, velvet hands, small, feminine and perfect. They stroked my cock slowly from bottom to top, and back down again. They did so as if they had all the time in the world.

"Nessa," I sighed.

"Yes, master," said a voice next to me.

I turned my head to see Nessa sitting on her knees. It was not her under the furs. That meant it had to be Marin. Oh, yes, her body was definitely different from Nessa.

While Nessa's sexuality was a bit loud and obvious, Marin's was more subtle than that. She moved in on you the way a gentle warm wave might, smoothing herself over you.

And just then I felt the tip of her tongue on my cock. Just the tip. And what she could do with the tip of her tongue! She moved in small little circles all around the head. And she did so with a decided patience.

I had never had my cock licked this way. It felt as if she were relishing it. She licked it the way a person might lick an expensive chocolate.

After a while, I could feel two soft velveteen lips touch the tip of my cock. A soft kiss. God, she was good. Following the soft kiss came more delicate licking, and then more kisses. I was in heaven.

My cock now was as hard as it had ever been. And only now, did she take the whole head of my cock into her mouth, and then very precisely suck on it. She sucked on it as if it were a butterscotch candy, rich and sweet.

And then I heard her down there, purring softly. She made the pleasing sound one makes after just tasting a delicious morsel of food. Then this time when my head went into her wet, waiting mouth, her teeth just barely touched my cock. She sucked. Oh, God, she sucked with just the right intensity to drive me wild.

"Mmmm," she said. "You're delicious, master hacker."

And when she said this the air from her mouth both tickled and delighted my cock. And then Marin again began to suck. This was as sweet a death as any.

"You're all better, master," Nessa said. "Marin healed you. She said you built up too many lust points. You've already come once in your sleep."

Nessa giggled and added, "that was me. It was a reverse cowgirl, and you didn't even wake up!"

"You know what a cowgirl is?" I asked.

"Not really," she said. "I just know how to do one in reverse. I knew you'd like it."

"Next time do it when I'm awake," I said.

Nessa leaned in on me. She hovered over me, her hair falling all around my face, framing it. Then Nessa's face grew closer until her hot lips fell on mine. I opened my mouth, and her tongue slipped right into mine. Jesus, she was good, too.

Marin still sucked on my cock. As if she were jealous, Marin's teeth again, just barely touched my cock, but then they quickly pulled away.

And then her mouth went down. Oh, yes, it went down, so far down. She swallowed my cock up. I must have been dangling somewhere down deep in her throat. I felt drunk on the pleasure.

And all the while Nessa continued to swirl her tongue around inside me. Her thick, sensuous lips, pushing into mine, and sliding along them. I was now reeling from the sensations.

This was living. This was life.

Marin's mouth slowly came back up. Her thick lips sealed themselves around my cock, sliding up every bit of it as she sucked with her mouth.

I nearly moaned. I would have if Nessa's mouth hadn't been on mine. She wonderfully shared her tongue with me. I stuck my own tongue out forcing her to retreat. Nessa's lips came around it, and she sucked on it.

Oh, sweet Nessa. Oh, sweet Marin. This and just this went on for quite some time. I just relaxed into it. I luxuriated in it.

Every sensation was utterly real. I could even smell Nessa's sweet scent as her lips pressed into mine. I could feel her warmth. I swear to you, I could feel her soul.

And as for Marin's blowjob. At that point, her hand was now on my balls. She gingerly touched them. She gripped them with just the right amount of squeeze.

This was heaven. I had died and gone to heaven.

When Ness's lips momentarily lifted off of mine, she said, "you don't have to worry about a thing, master. We're in a secret room. Marin knew about it. We're almost entirely safe here, at least for now."

Oh, God, I was even safe! Fuck.

"Secret room?" I muttered.

Nessa's face came down again huge and beautiful over mine. She smiled delightfully, her thick lips curving wonderfully.

"Later," she said. "You've too many lust points. We have to ministrate."

"Okay," I barely managed to say, before her wonderful lips were on me again.

I realized there were more furs right behind me. I managed to pillow my head on them. This allowed me to look down toward Marin. Unfortunately, all I could see was her moving beneath the furs.

Nessa noticed the direction of my gaze. Without further ado, she pulled off the furs. Marin and her succulent lips and mouth were revealed, just as she was tracing an outline on my cock.

Marin didn't hesitate for a second. She did not pause. But she let her deep blue eyes come to me, and she stared right into my eyes even as she sucked. Oh, then she got more aggressive!

When her mouth came off my cock, I was at first disappointed, but then her tongue came out, and she put on a show just for me.

Her tongue started at the base of my cock, where the cock meets the scrotum. And then getting the whole flat of her tongue on my cock, she just licked up.

When she reached the top of my shaft, there was a bit of precum there, and she simply lapped it up. Then once again her whole mouth went around the head of my cock. And then down she went, deep throating me, even winking at me as she did so!

Nessa's mouth had remained on mine, even as I'd continued to watch Marin. But she'd been careful not to block my view. To think of it. These girls were going to do anything I instructed them to do!

Oh, Nessa's ass had quite an appeal. And there was also the possibility of a two on one. Yes, all that would be forthcoming.

But for now, I wanted to fuck Marin. I wanted her on top of me, her pussy on my cock. I wanted to know just what it was like to fuck her.

When there was a pause in Nessa's kisses, I said it.

"Nessa, do you mind if I fuck Marin?" I said.

"Master, we've both willingly joined your harem. You don't need to ask such questions," she said.

Of course, I knew this. I'd played the game backward and forward. But it all felt so different now, being inside the game.

"Nessa," I said. "I'm going to fuck that ass of yours again, and all three of us are going to fuck together. I just want to..."

"Master," said Nessa. "Stop it already."

Nessa moved down to where Marin was. Then she herself moved toward my cock. And as Marin was coming up, Nessa stuck out her own tongue and licked my cock.

Nessa's tongue moved upward. When Marin's mouth came to the top of my cock, Nessa and Marin's lips met, my cock between them. They licked and sucked the head of my cock at the same time. That vision will be indelibly written across my memories for as long as I live.

Then both their hands joined in feeling my cock, as Nessa said to Marin, "master says we're all going to fuck later."

"I can't wait," said Marin.

"But for now he wants you," Nessa said.

"Oh, does he now?" Marin said. "Well, what master hacker wants, master hacker gets."

Nessa slowly moved away. And then Marin was crawling up toward me like a cat. Oh, God, she was so beautiful. She had brightish blue hair that glimmered. Her face alone made her an eleven on a scale of one to ten. As for her body, it was utterly perfect, taut and sexually vivacious.

For now, her ass was up high, but her head low, as she crawled over me. Her mouth went down and licked first my pelvis, then my belly button, then eventually my nipples. She knew how to take her time and build up the momentum.

When she, at last, reached my lips, I was dying for her. I was dying to have her lips on mine. And at last, they were. If ever lips were made for kissing, then it was hers.

"Master Hacker," she said. "I see it's true, you do have great powers."

And on saying that her hand enclosed itself around my cock, smoothly sliding up and down it.

"Oh, you have no idea," I whispered.

But then her hand came back up. And she kissed me while both her hands softly slid down my face. Her eyes looking into mine as I drowned in her deep blues.

"Fuck me," I said.

Oh, the heated look upon her then. As if she'd been seized by a fever. She straddled my waist with her legs. Then, that wonderful round ass of hers slowly began to go down. I could feel her legs pulling in even closer as she descended.

Then with unerring aim, she slipped her pussy right onto my cock. She fit me like a glove. Swoop. And what can I say? Never had a pussy fit my cock with such utter perfection.

The way that pussy hugged my cock. The way it's wet, silky walls slipped all around it. And Marin then crushed her legs in tighter, and it felt as if her whole pussy were gently squeezing on my cock.

"Fuck," I gasped.

Marin looked at me then with such self-assuredness. She knew what she could do.

"You like that, don't you master hacker," she said in a coy, husky voice.

"I do," I whispered back to her.

And then she began to fuck me. Oh, God, could she fuck. It's like her pussy had suction, the way it clung so perfectly to my shaft as up she went, and then down she came.

And have I mentioned her breasts? Oh, those pert breasts! They rose and fell magnificently. Now and then coming down to rub their rounded flesh against my chest.

Sweet Jesus, the whole of Marin's sinewy body rose and fell. And the way her tongue danced across my lips whenever she visited them. I was in ecstasy!

"You see, we've got to make the tension just right," she said, and then she bit into my lower lips, sucking on them as she did so.

What a wild one she was!

I began to gasp. My breathing became elevated. I'd never had it this good, not ever. Maybe I could stay in the vaults forever. I'd find a way to insert my soul, and then Marin and I, we could be with each other for always. Yes, wouldn't that be nice?

Then, Marin, she leaned down toward my ear, she blew into it, even as she continued to hump me.

And she whispered, "I love you. I always love my masters. So, of course, I love you, too. I'm going to take such good care of you."

It became too much. I began to push upwards into her, pushing her up every time she came down.

Out of no where, Nessa spoke, "you should do the cowgirl."

We both turned our gazes on Nessa. She was watching us with rapt attention.

"The cowgirl," she said. "You've got to ride master."

Marin blinked. She thought about it. Then she moved above me.

"Wheee," said Nessa, watching.

Oh, then sinewy sweet Marin moved into the cowgirl position. And from that point onward, she moved her body in ways I'll never quite get into words. She sat upon my cock, and she made me feel as if we were deep at sea, with deep ocean waves undulating underneath us.

Her rhythm, her pace, the beautiful way she ground into me. I could even feel her ass against my balls.

She danced as much as fucked. A sinuous dance that delighted my cock, over and over again. And then when the tension began to grow, she looked at me and smiled.

"I'm gonna come all over your cock," she said in a deep voice. "What do you think of that?"

Then she began to gyrate like a tempest. Her whole body curving into me in ways I hadn't even known were possible. She rode my cock with such utter expertise.

Up she went, and my cock would just barely come out of her pussy, but she'd catch it perfectly on the way down. And, swoop, in deep I'd slide again, as she ground her crotch into me.

And all the while, the tension kept rising, and rising, and rising.

And then all at once, she screamed, and she came down hard into me, and she held her position just as I exploded into her. Never had I come with such intensity before.

Over and over I came. And on and on it went, such a massive prolonged explosion. At one point I thought I was ejaculating my entire self through my cock, my soul seeping out of me and into Marin's sweet vagina.

And then, at long last, it was done.

Never had I been so properly fucked before. Never had I been so drained after a fuck. I felt catatonic. I couldn't even move. I just lay there stunned and calm.

Then a bit casually, Marin unmounted me. She moved in toward me, toward my ear.

"You had too much lust," she said. "I drained almost all of it. Had to. Don't worry, we're mostly safe. It'll start building up again. You'll be fine soon."

She kissed me on the cheek. The last thing I remembered was her scurrying off to play with Nessa. The two of them laughing and kissing. Then Nessa knocked Marin down. This was only so she could kiss her better. I watched as their breasts crushed into each other.

"You're fun," said Nessa.

Then Nessa and Marin's lips locked into a deep french kiss. I fell asleep watching them kiss this way.

This time I only had soft, pleasant dreams. And when I came to, I felt more steady than I had in a very long time. I sat up. Nessa was watching me. She had a cup and offered it to me right away.

I took it. I drank from it. Its taste was bitter.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Troll blood," said Marin from the other side of the room. "No sense in wasting it."

I nearly retched.

Marin came over and kneeled down by me.

"It's got great healing properties. But it's only good fresh," she said.

I forced myself to drink it down. It steadied me even more. I looked around the room. It was a small square room, lit indirectly via some magical lights.

"What is this?" I asked.

"Just a secret room the troll discovered by accident. It's where we used to make love. The troll got these furs just for me," Marin smiled thinking about the memories.

There was not much else in the room. But then I saw it, a small mirror in the opposite wall, about four feet up. Fuck!

"What's that?" I said.

Marin looked almost startled. She turned and looked at the mirror.

"That?" She said. "Just a mirror, I guess."

Carefully I stood up. I looked at my body. There were scars, but they'd healed well.

"How long was I out?" I said.

"First three hours and thirty-seven minutes," said Nessa. "Then seven hours and 26 minutes."

"That's rather precise," I said.

"It's my thing, places and time," Nessa said. "I'm a mapper, remember."

"Right."

I walked over to the small mirror. It was a square perhaps 12 inches diagonal. I held my breath and lay all ten fingers on it. The reflection dimmed and a console appeared.

There was an empty prompt:

"Yes!" I said.

"What is it?" Asked Marin.

"Time to hack," I said.

"Hack, hack, hack," said Nessa, chopping with her hand.

"I don't quite know what hacking is, but I heard somewhere that it can be dangerous," she said, nervously. "The troll said demons sometimes haunt these passages. You don't want to provoke them."

I turned and looked at Marin. I thought about it. She had a good point. I turned back to the console.

"Okay, just something easy then," I said. "For now..."

There was a virtual keyboard at the bottom of the screen. I slid my fingers to it. I typed in the following request.

V&V://display.stats.character

I watched then as a readout of my character began to scroll out onto the screen.

"What the fuck?" I growled.