Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 61982 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 310(@200wpm)___ 248(@250wpm)___ 207(@300wpm)
By the time Arkon comes inside me, I am a limp creature taking her fucking the only way she can, softly and submissively. I barely recognize myself, but between the pounding of his cock and the repeated stimulation of the suckers that work my clit tirelessly, he has broken me before the day has even started.
He releases his seed in me with deep, competent breeding thrusts, holding himself inside me as his alien semen fills my aching pussy.
“I love the way it drips out of you,” he says. “How pink and puffy and tender your pussy looks after I’ve fucked it nice and hard…”
He walks away then, and returns with something for my head. A blindfold, of sorts. I couldn’t see much to begin with but now I can see nothing. Then he does something and lights flood my brain.
“This is a…”
“VR headset!” I say as the screen starts to swim with images. I find myself looking out at a view of deep space. It is incredibly beautiful and it looks entirely real. It reminds me of the very first day we met, when he got me to look at outer space while he played with my pussy. I thought he was just being filthy and kinky at the time, but maybe he was training me even then.
“You’re going to be able to navigate using your body,” he says. “There will be sensors running across your entire frame today. What I want you to do is adapt to flying.”
“Humans can’t fly,” I say.
“Humans have strong ancestral memories of flying for reasons nobody quite understands,” he says. “You will be able to fly once you get a sense of it.”
“That is the least specific instruction anyone has ever given, and it is no help,” I say. I am starting to feel like I am faintly rotating through open space, though it is hard to tell.
“Let me see the instructions,” he says, faint beeping sounds emanating as he looks up the manual. “It says here, you simply take flight by flowing into space.”
“Flowing into space? What does that mean?”
“It means you flow into space. I really don’t know how to be more clear,” he replies.
“Do you want to show me how to flow into space?”
“That’s really your job,” he says. “Now be a good girl for me and flow into space.”
I can tell by his tone that he is aware he is not being helpful, but I guess it’s one of those things you really just need to get a feel for yourself. Like walking, I guess. Nobody ever spells out how to do that. You just sort of try until you get it.
So, instead of arguing with him, I try to work out what to do next. Inside the simulation, I am floating in space, with no real notion of how to move. Walking won’t work. Running even less effective. I imagine kicking my legs like I’m swimming. That does absolutely nothing. Then I remember dreams, how it feels to fly in them. It feels like jumping and then sort of climbing into the air and…
I hear a light chuckle behind me.
“The machines aren’t doing anything. I’m not getting any feedback,” I complain.
“Let me help you,” he says.
I expect to feel the suckers start up in some kind of sexual boost, but instead he smacks my bottom firmly enough to jolt me. Another hard slap follows. If I were standing up, it would be hard enough to bring me up onto my tiptoes. In the VR, it gives me enough impulse to make that first jump, and then suddenly I am moving, gliding through space. The machine comes online then; suckers start working at my sensitive regions with a low pulsing input that feels good but doesn’t stimulate me into a full-blown writhing desire.
“I’m flying!” I call out. It really does feel as though I am flying. All the sensations support the illusion. There’s no wind on my face, because there is no wind in space, but I am moving through the universe. I see a blue and gold planet and my intention moves me toward it. It grows larger as I approach, and then I am sliding through its atmospheres before I find myself over a continent covered in gold forests.
* * *
Arkon
Though she complained at first, she has taken to the machine almost instantly. One smack to her cheeks and she instantly understood what she needed to do. I wonder if there is anything she couldn’t do if she were properly disciplined and trained.
She’s so immersed in it, I go through to the observation room where Drak is watching.
“What do you think?” I ask the question while knowing the answer.
“She’s good at this,” Drak concedes. “Very impressive control of the virtual model. Let’s let her play with that for the rest of the day. I want to see how much she can absorb.”