Vesta - Painworld (31 page)

‘So, all I did was write in a time delay in my site, destroy the file at this end afterwards and then wait. Of course, I couldn't be completely sure how long it would be before it would be safe to activate the thing, so I had to put in four separate programmes, leaving twelve hour gaps between them. I'd figured they'd have me hooked up to VESTA in under forty-eight hours easily, and that Koenig would have finished his search patterns inside four or five hours tops.

‘After that, once my own terminal had become active instead of passive, it was all quite simple. Of course, I had to delay long enough to get a couple of you back outside to deal with the two heavies - Nadia and Ellen did that quite efficiently, thanks to Nadia's stun guns.'

‘But you didn't know I had those,' Nadia pointed out. Marlon's smile remained broad.

‘My dear lady,' he said, ‘I knew you'd find some way of putting those two thugs out of commission, especially with the redoubtable Ellen as your accomplice. I'd have liked to free up one of the chaps, but they were all occupied in active scenarios I couldn't risk interfering with. Anyway, I never doubted your resourcefulness for a moment.

‘After that I was able to put a computer clone of myself into my own scenario and pop in and out making a few programming adjustments. Within minutes, if not less, they couldn't have taken back control if they'd wanted to, although none of them knew it. I let Koenig finish off getting the big blonde prepared for her fight with Clarissa, but their little ruse to prevent my dear sister winning was taken care of by myself.

‘I also made a few other minor alterations. I knew Clarissa was a karate black belt and she'd told me about her somewhat unorthodox childhood games, but I confess I didn't want to take any chances, so I just hyped her reflexes and physical level a tad and dulled Christina's abilities a touch, just for good measure.'

‘Why didn't you just freeze them all up before the fight anyway?' Clarissa demanded. Lianne couldn't help noticing how the girl kept running her fingers through her long auburn tresses, as if not quite able to believe that being shorn of them inside VESTA's painworld had only been an illusion.

Marlon gave a little shrug. ‘Well, that was my initial reaction, I must admit,' he said. ‘However, after they'd gone to so much trouble to set everything up, I thought I'd let them go through with it. You were never in any physical danger and I also dulled your pain responses quite a lot and, thanks to what I'd done, you were never going to lose.

‘After what that hulking great bitch did to you to get to me,' he went on, his face darkening for an instant, ‘I thought you might like to give her a taste of her own medicine.'

‘Shame about the masks, though,' Clarissa laughed. ‘I'd have liked a better view of her face when she realised what had happened. When that cock went into her it was like turning off a switch. She went like a rag dolly.'

‘Well, she's going to get a lot more of that sort of treatment before she's through here,' Nadia said. ‘Jimmy Naylor, too. By the time I'm finished with them they won't want to come within a thousand miles of VESTA.'

‘Let me see if I've got this right,' Paul said, leaning forward. ‘You set things up for VESTA to go get this failsafe thingy after Naylor and Koenig had taken control here, so that when they'd done their mine-sweeping bit, VESTA went and found a new bomb?'

‘Yes,' Marlon nodded. ‘That's a good way of putting it, I suppose. I had to let them think they'd succeeded and also that they'd outwitted me. I was also pretty damned certain they'd put me into VESTA with the rest of you, that being the surest way of keeping me out of trouble.

‘Unfortunately for them, once my little surprise kicked in it was actually the one place where I could cause the most trouble for them, mainly because it was the last place they would look for trouble to come at them.'

‘And you were a hundred percent confident it would work?' Paul said, amazement showing in his expression.

‘Oh yes!' Marlon exclaimed. ‘Never any doubt at all. After all, VESTA may be female, but she's programmed with male logic.'

He ducked the first cushion that was hurled at him, but there were too many women in the room for such a remark not to earn retribution and, a split second later, Marlon disappeared beneath a hail of airborne soft furnishings.

‘No skirts this evening?' Lianne said, emerging from the bathroom to find Paul stretched out on their double bed, completely naked. He shrugged.

‘You can have too much of a good thing,' he said, somewhat sheepishly. Lianne gave a little snort.

‘So, your little adventure without balls has turned you off the idea,' she said, towelling her damp hair vigorously. He looked up at her, his expression suddenly quite serious.

‘It did make me think a bit,' he admitted. ‘Don't get me wrong, despite everything it was... well, quite interesting in some ways, and now we've got control of VESTA back I wouldn't mind continuing the, er, experiment, but I think my head needs a day or so to get itself round a few things.'

‘Like the fact that when you're tied down, spread-eagled, some horny sweaty bastard just uses you as a receptacle?' Lianne suggested. He hesitated, but then nodded.

‘Yeah, that's part of it,' he admitted. ‘The thing is - was - there was no feeling involved, if you understand what I'm getting at? I was just, well, I was just fucked and that was it. Don't get me wrong, I could have handled that scenario if it had been created for the right reasons, but by that time I knew things had gone wrong and I was convinced I was stuck as a woman full time, stuck as some sort of animated sex doll and destined to spend the next fifty years as a repository for every cock in Europe.'

‘Now there's sad,' Lianne said, her eyes twinkling. She tossed the towel to one side and flopped down on the bed alongside him, propping her chin up on cupped hands. ‘It wouldn't be that you actually enjoyed some of that, would it?'

‘No!' The protestation came too quickly, but she said nothing, just stared straight into his eyes. It took less than five seconds. ‘Okay, so I did, until I thought I was stuck with it full time. No, to be honest, it wasn't even that that scared me.'

‘No?'

‘No,' he said, reaching out to touch her still damp shoulder. ‘It was thinking I would never be able to be with you again, never be able to enjoy what we have together, not inside nor outside of VESTA. If you'd been one of those guys it'd have been fine, I could have handled that - at least, I think I could. But I knew Christina would never let us be together again in any sort of situation we might have mutually enjoyed. Sorry, I'm not explaining this too well.'

‘I think I understand where you're coming from,' Lianne said softly. ‘And I think I know what we both need. I'll get some clothes on and go see Marlon.'

 

‘You, er, don't actually have to do this for real,' Marlon stammered, his cheeks reddening. ‘I mean, this could all be done through VESTA, if you'd rather.'

Ellen, clad from head to toe in a silver latex catsuit, only her eyes, mouth and sex visible through strategically positioned apertures, shook her head.

‘I don't think you understand, Marlon, sweetie,' she purred. ‘The thought of you fucking some VESTA generated clone of me is a bit - well, a bit disgusting. It'd be like you wanking over pictures of me, I suppose.' She pirouetted on her steepling heels and came to a stop facing him again.

‘No, this is for real, Marlon,' she went on, pulling open the towelling bathrobe and reaching down with rubber-sheathed fingers to grasp his already stiffening organ. ‘This is because I want to show my appreciation for your talents, and also teach you an appreciation of mine.'

She guided his now almost complete erection towards her, rubbing the engorged head of his penis against her glistening sex lips. She saw and felt him shudder with anticipation.

‘Steady,' she whispered. ‘There's plenty of time.'

‘But why?' he croaked, his voice breaking. ‘There's no need.'

The featureless silver head bobbed eagerly.

‘Oh yes there is,' she said. ‘There's a very urgent need - mine.' She pursed her lips through the tight opening in the mask and planted a damp kiss on his forehead. ‘Call me a silly tart if you like, but you turn me on something wicked.'

‘Me? But...'

‘But nothing,' she said, placing a silencing finger against his lips. ‘And I'm only ever going to say this to you the once, so listen and take note.' She stepped back, but retained her grip on his organ, which was now swollen fit to burst.

‘I've been involved here for some time now and I've done just about everything there is to be done. I've also enjoyed it totally and I'd be a liar if I tried to deny it. Some of us are just made that way. Me, Lianne, Hazel, all of us. But there's one difference between Lianne and me and I've only just figured it out.'

‘There is?' Marlon could barely get the words out.

Again Ellen nodded. ‘Yup,' she replied, massaging his shaft slowly. ‘I've got a real brain. Don't get me wrong, I love Lianne to death and she's no dummy, but she also... well, it's hard to explain, but she was in a job that required brains, so she obviously isn't stupid, yet she arrived here - my fault - and seems to have parked her IQ in neutral. I'd done the same, I suppose, but now I understand.

‘Which is why I fancy you, I guess. You're the smartest sod I've ever met and that really turns me on, for some reason. Maybe a little part of me thinks you could fuck some intelligence into me,' she added, unable to suppress a giggle.

‘I don't think you do yourself justice,' Marlon protested, but Ellen was not in the mood for any further delays. She stepped forward again, raised herself up and guided his rampant phallus inside herself with practised ease. Marlon let out a strangled gasp and she had to grab his waist to prevent him from buckling at the knees.

‘This,' she breathed, ‘is reality, Marlon.' She raised and lowered herself once and he gasped out loud again. ‘And it's also both your reward and your penance. From now on, professor, this cock belongs to me, both inside and outside of VESTA.

Marlon's reply was completely incoherent and his reaction was both sudden and expected. Ellen didn't mind at all, for she suddenly understood that she now had all the time in the world at her disposal. Somewhere inside VESTA there was now an electronic version of Ellen who would do all the routine chores, if routine were the correct word.

Meanwhile, out here in the real world, she was once more in full charge of things - including the thing that was convulsing so helplessly inside her.

Abandoning herself to her own orgasm, she idly reflected that it was going to be a long life from now on...

 

Pauline stood in the centre of the high vaulted chamber, the circle of spotlights reflecting off the tight thin rubber that adorned her voluptuous body, the changing colours highlighting her full red lips and the matching nipples that were bursting out of the tight cut-outs in the bodice of the brief latex dress.

A few feet from her stood her new master, a towering figure dressed in dull black leather; mask, cape, high boots and studded belt, swathed in a matching cape that gaped open to hide nothing of the impossible erection that awaited her. She closed her eyes briefly, opening them again to stare at her fate, painfully aware of the damp warmth that seeped onto the few inches of naked thigh above the rubber stockings.

‘Kneel, Pauline,' the master commanded.

Perched on the high boots, her arms caught up behind her back in the tight rubber pouch, Pauline obeyed with some difficulty. She knelt, head bowed, her long blonde ringlets cascading about her face, partially obscuring her vision. The master stepped forward.

‘Worship me, whore,' he ordered. Head still inclined downwards, Pauline extended her neck, parting her lips about the purple head of her master's organ. Gently she sucked the monster into her mouth, her tongue massaging its under surface.

‘Deeper, my little slut slave,' the master said. Pauline obeyed, marvelling that the massive shaft did not cause her to choke.

‘Enough!' The master stepped back, his burgeoning rod coming out of her mouth with an audible plop. Pauline remained kneeling in submission. The master gave a low chuckle.

‘First we warm up that sexy little rump,' he said. ‘And I have just the thing for you, my little whore. Look!'

Slowly, Pauline raised her eyes, gazing past her master to where the means of her re-education stood waiting, and sighed as she understood.

‘Come,' said the master, extending a gloved hand, raising Pauline to a standing position with surprising ease. ‘Come mount my new horse and let's prepare your saddle.'

Tottering unsteadily on the towering heels, Pauline allowed herself to be led forward without protest, stepping up onto the black velvet draped box and easing her right leg up over the pommel, feeling the thick phallus pressing against her dripping sex, shivering as the stubby head penetrated her, lowering herself until its length had sunk fully inside her and sighing loudly as she settled her weight upon it.