Into The Game · Part 1 (1/2)
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Sabrina was giddy with excitement as she fumbled to get her keys into the lock of her apartment door. The package she had waited for so long was finally there, laying at her feet. The small yellow padded envelope was unassuming, but she knew the box inside was the beginning of the future: and she would be one of the first to try it out.
Sabrina burst into her apartment making a hobbled path to the kitchen island as she removed her shoes mid stride and threw them towards the bedroom. Reaching the island, she unceremoniously tossed her purse and keys onto the counter and began to tear into the envelope. The small box she found within was no bigger than a wedding ring box, black, and non-descript. A folded piece of paper was the only other thing in the envelope. She unfolded the paper and began to read.
“Congratulations on your selection to alpha test VR-ware’s new Sense-Link device. Inside the box you will find the link device and a charging cable. Before continuing to connect the device to your account, please plug it in to achieve full charge. This should take less than 30 minutes…”
Arg! Sabrina hated that so many things needed to be charged before she could use them. Her phone, her car… her favorite vibrator. Why were batteries so inconveniently never charged? Then again, wires sucked too, always wrapping around things at the worst possible times.
Sabrina opened the box to find a small (not much bigger than her thumbnail) ovular shaped puck with a single led on it, and a USB cable adapter. She quickly connected the two and plugged them into a charger she had on the end of the island. She stood for a moment, watching, as the led came on blue, and then began blinking red. Deciding that it must be charging she headed for her room to change out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable.
Sabrina’s job as a bank teller meant that she went to work as a well-dressed professional. Conservative but fitting white blouse, blue knee length skirt, stockings, heels, and well-kept mid-back length light brown hair. It also meant that she was paid well, had decent benefits, and of course, banker’s hours. This last bit was the most beneficial as Sabrina’s real passion was video games.
As a little girl, Sabrina had grown up playing Nintendo, then PlayStation, then Xbox, and eventually PC games. She excelled at them naturally. Any game she played, she enjoyed, and most of them she did well at. Puzzle games, sports games, shooters. She loved them all. When she wasn’t playing or working, she was reading about games or going to conventions.
Though she could have, Sabrina never went pro. She considered doing so in college before deciding that the competition would be fierce, the money hard, and the lifestyle short lived before newer and younger gamers dethroned previous generations. Not to mention, making gaming a business would take the fun out of it!
But pro or not, Sabrina was a gamer at heart. Which is why the woman who emerged from the bedroom was no longer the tidy professional who had gone in, but instead the all comfort and ready to play woman she really was. Her white oversized Yoda t-shirt hung loosely off her shoulders and draped from her recently un-restrained breasts. Her nipples excitement at their newfound freedom showed through the thin material, almost as if being tickled by the tips of Yoda’s pointy ears. Thick knee-high socks with several stripes across the tops now warmed and comforted her aching calves and feet and accentuated the length of her legs. Her legs ended just below the t-shirt where, as she hurried about, her black cotton panties with white trim could occasionally be spotted peeking about.
Pulling her hair into a simple ponytail as she walked, Sabrina made her way to her living room. Though, really, it should be called her gaming room as any gamer would have given their right eye to have the rig she kept there. Three large monitors loomed over a multi-colored led-lit keyboard, a mouse that looked like it took its design from a black Lamborghini, and a reclined black leather gaming chair. Sabrina was particularly proud of the chair as she had assembled it herself from a Jaguar’s passenger seat had she acquired from a local scrap yard.
She had cleaned it, removed the airbags, added a power supply (so all the adjustments still worked) and mounted it to rails that slid under her rig. Two large PC towers glowing with multi-colored internal lights sat on either side, like rooks watching over her personal battle space. As Sabrina pressed a switch on the underside of the keyboard platform, the whole system came alive with fans, lights, and the sense of electrical power.
Sabrina slid into the chair half side saddle as she waited the few seconds for the rig to boot up. Then she quickly typed in her password and pulled up a browser. The Sense-Link sheet had given her a link to more information, so she went to the address and started reading the instructions and FAQs.
The device was meant to work with the latest VR helmets (she made a mental “check” as she touched her gaming set hanging from the platform next to her mouse). The device had its own power and wireless connectivity. Once placed on the back of the user’s neck, just above their shoulders, the Sense-link would immerse the player’s entire body in the feelings of the game. Any touch, motion, or inertia simulated in-game could be felt by the player, within safe thresholds of course. While playing, the player’s muscle control was safely dampened to prevent flailing during game play. Only the eyes and ears were left to the VR helmet.
The Sense-link could play any current game but, for best experience, they recommended playing VR-ware’s Dark Realm. Dark Realm was a massive multiplayer online role-playing game (MMORPG) that already used the latest in VR technology. The high-fidelity world, character body mechanics, and almost limitless range of activities made it perfect for “a real body experience”. All the better as Sabrina was already a long-standing player.
After reading the connecting information, Sabrina returned to her kitchen island and checked on the device. To her satisfaction, the LED had gone solid blue indicating it was ready for use. Unplugging it, she quickly returned to her rig and began the connection process. Log in to VR-ware’s host program, connect via wireless, register (always a pain), read a bunch of disclaimers, and voila! She was ready to put it on.
Sabrina paused for a moment and realized her hands were shaking a bit. She really was excited, and maybe even a little apprehensive. An alpha test of a gaming device that, in simple terms, could control what you feel and how you move? Nothing could go wrong, right? Taking a deep breath, Sabrina lifted her ponytail from her back with one hand and placed the device at the base of her neck with the other. When it contacted her skin, she jumped ever so slightly as a light tingle, not unlike goose bumps, passed down her body. The device also made a slight electrical sound and she noted that it seemed to leave her fingers and cling to her skin / spine intently.
Sabrina blinked for a minute, wondering if she should be worried. Then she gave the device a light tug, finding it well and thoroughly stuck to her back. Feeling some adrenaline kick in, she pulled up the FAQ page again and went to the attachment section.
“The Sense-link device uses the latest in bio-electric adhesive technology. It will not fall off or disconnect until commanded to do so by your PC or when the battery runs out.”
Ok, so this was normal. As normal as any new technology can be…
Sabrina went back to the host program and asked it to start Dark Realm. It asked if she wanted to try the new link feature and she clicked yes. It instructed her to put on her VR headset and headphones before clicking the ready button. Sabrina followed the instructions and then, using the in-VR display, clicked OK with her mouse.
Almost instantly Sabrina’s body went limp in the chair. Her perceived experience was much different, however. Sabrina suddenly had the experience she was traveling at great speed through a dark tunnel. She could feel vibrations, electricity, and passing air. Then there was a light in front of her, growing as it approached rapidly.
Sabrina blinked in the mid-afternoon sun, breathing intently. As her vision cleared, she became aware she was standing on a small grassy hill overlooking a valley with a small river running through it. She held her hands up in front of her view. Hands. She had hands. They looked like a woman’s hands but were not quite hers. More surprisingly, she could not only see them but feel them and move them with life like dexterity. Following one hand up her arm she felt goose bumps as she teased her skin. Her hand ended at a light leather halter top that hung from her shoulders with great strain. Their strain was from a massive pair of breasts that filled her view as she looked down.
Sabrina giggled, realizing she was now standing as her character, Serina, where she had last played Dark Realm. 5’-8”, athletic but still feminine, and dark haired, Serina was clad in a red/black leather halter top corset and matching thigh length skirt, and black thigh high moccasins with red winding on the legs. Something akin to the Xena Princess Warrior Sabrina had watched as a kid. Serina’s large breasts were a selection Sabrina had made for her own fun and to keep the male players distracted.
Sabrina continued inspecting Serina’s body and outfit. The feel was amazing. The leather and studs, the creaky slip of the moccasins and corset, she could even feel a soft breeze tingling the exposed parts of her legs. Sabrina flushed a bit with the realization she now actually was Serina and showing significantly more than she normally would be in real life. Looking around and finding she was alone Sabrina adjusted Serina’s massive breasts in the corset top. As she did her hand grazed a nipple, sending a shiver down her spine.
Sabrina paused. If she could feel that, then… Sabrina’s hand slowly slipped under her skirt, finding a thin pair of panties. She lightly rubbed the top of her sex and was immediately rewarded. Sabrina flushed deeper and gasped slightly at the sensation. “Damn,” she thought “they made sure it all works!”. Her mind wandered to some of the more lurid places and acts she knew existed in Dark Realm. Sex and related debauchery were easily found in the game, but that was when no-one felt what they were doing. She stood, lost for a moment in the implications.
Then, another breeze cooled her skin and she snapped out of her thoughts and back into her new experience.
Sabrina began walking around. Jumping up and down. Running. Running her fingers through the grass. Rolling down a hill. Dipping her hands and then whole head in the river at the bottom of the valley. It was all incredible. Completely life like. If she could smell, and she hadn’t been there before, she would have thought it was real life.
Thinking of real life, Sabrina realized with a start that she didn’t know how to get to her game menus or back to the real world. Her real body was lying limp in her home. She had no control over a mouse or taking off her head gear. Looking over her person again she noticed the slowly blinking blue light on the inside of her left wrist. Tapping it with her other hand, a heads-up display menu appeared in front of her. Inventory, settings, communications, fast travel. It was all there and easily accessible with some logical hand gestures. Finding the Exit Game option, Sabrina relaxed, closed the menus, and looked around again. Where should she go now?
Over the next several hours, Sabrina explored Dark Realm in her new form. She tried traveling on a horse, chatting with other players at a nearby tavern, and picking a fight with a couple of low-level NPCs. The latter was the most educational. First, she had to learn how to call up her weapons through the menus. Then she realized her standard moves were no longer a keystroke away and she had to pull off her strategies and tactics with her new body and not a few simple button combinations. As a result, she also learned that pain was now as real as the rest of the world.
Serina took a pretty good sword strike to her shoulder during the beginning of the fight and it hurt like hell. It didn’t quite have the sharpness she thought it would for nearly taking off her arm, but it was enough to make her wish she hadn’t picked the fight, and very thankful she had some healing potions in her inventory. The strike had disabled her arm as it would in real life, but the pain and disfunction passed as soon as the potion took it’s course.
Sitting under a tree and eating a simulated apple (not bad, but didn’t quite taste right) Sabrina wondered who else was alpha testing the new link. She would probably be able to tell by the blue menu buttons on their wrists if she got close enough to see them, or possibly just by how they handled themselves more like real people and less like robots. Either way, given it was a new and unwieldy experience, she decided she wouldn’t tell any other players how she was playing for now less she give them an advantage.
As Sabrina was making her way back across the valley where she had started, planning on exploring a near by city, she heard a shrill beeping sound, coming in sets of three. Then it paused, then it repeated. Then again. She had the strange feeling she knew the sound and it was important, but she couldn’t quite place it. Then, as she crested a small hill everything went black.
Sabrina gasped and sat up with shock as her body came out of a deep sleep like state and her mind escaped the sudden blackness. Reaching up, she removed the VR headset and blinked back into the reality of her home.
The backup power supply. That’s what that sound had been. Sabrina cursed herself under her breath. She had been meaning to replace her BPS for some time as whenever the power blinked it almost never kept running as long as it should. Not that the massive power consumption of her rig did anything to help, but it should have done better and a minute or two. And she should have remembered the sound.
Looking around, Sabrina noted the power had come back on and pressed power button on her rig. While it loaded, she grabbed a soda from the fridge. She had other places she wanted to explore as Serina.
Unfortunately, when she managed to get back into the host program and request to start the game an error appeared: “We are terribly sorry but an error with your account has occurred. Please contact tech support at the number below or try again later.”
“Damnit” Sabrina exclaimed aloud as she reached for her phone. Dialing the number, she was a little relieved when someone answered on the first ring.
“Hello, this is VR-ware support, how may I help you today?”
Sabrina explained she was trying the Sense-link and how the power had gone out and the error she had received. The support agent thanked her for the information and began typing away to see what the matter was. After a few moments, she returned.
“I’m very sorry, but it appears that your machine did not log out due to the power outage and the server thinks you are still logged in. Unfortunately, there is nothing I can do until the server recycles for regular maintenance.”
“How long will that be?” Sabrina asked.
“There’s one scheduled for this weekend” the tech responded.
“This weekend?!” Sabrina exclaimed, realizing she couldn’t play again for several days. “There’s nothing you can do to get me back in? What about my character?”
“I’m sorry, there’s not” the tech answered. “As for your character, you appear to be standing in the valley of Ire. A very safe place. I can also put a freeze on your inventory and stats. Effectively you will be indestructible, and no one can steel from you, until you can get logged back in.”
“I finally get God mode and I don’t get to play it” Sabrina quipped.
The tech giggled and apologized again and promised to contact Sabrina if anything changed, giving her a direct contact to use in the VR-ware phone companion app.
Feeling dejected, Sabrina surfed the web for an hour or so before simply crawling into bed and calling it a night.
The next morning Sabrina woke at her usual time, washed her face, brushed her hair, and generally got ready for the day. Dawning a light blue mid length sleeve blouse, black knee length pleated skirt, and black heels, she pulled a banana and diet coke from the fridge before grabbing her keys and purse and heading out the door.
Sabrina’s bank was not far from her home. Only half a mile or so. So, weather permitting, she preferred to walk. Gamers are not known for getting good exercise after all, and she liked the fresh air. The walk today was uneventful and around the halfway mark she found her usual sidewalk trashcan and deposited her banana and empty soda can as she passed.
Just as she was renewing her gate, Sabrina stumbled slightly and spun around with a bewildered look on her face. Someone, or something, had just thumped her on the shoulder. Or so she thought. Looking around in all directions Sabrina found nothing that could be the source of the tap. She was sure, however, that something had tapped her on the shoulder in that familiar two-tap way, though whatever it was, it had been much larger than someone’s finger.
Sabrina spun again. Was she imagining things? She had to be, there clearly wasn’t any other explanation. After another pensive glance around, she continued her path to work, with a somewhat concerned look on her face.
A few minutes later, Sabrina arrived at her bank and passed through the revolving door entry. As was her usual practice, she made for the women’s bathroom on the first floor to freshen up after her morning walk. She stood in front of the sinks and mirror, checking her appearance. Just then, the sensation of a nail being dragged across her skin passed from left to right across her bum, just above the crease to her legs.
Sabrina yipped, leapt, and spun, raising her hands in defense, expecting some pervert to have snuck into the bathroom behind her. Breathing intensely, she frantically looked around the bathroom for the attacker, but there was none. She tilted to one side and then the other, looking into the empty stalls. Again, no one was there. Sabrina swallowed hard, trying to slow her breathing. Convinced the room was empty, she pulled up her skirt and inspected her panty-clad cheeks in the mirror. Maybe a bug? Again, nothing.
Sabrina turned back to the mirror and looked at her now pale face in the mirror. What was going on? First the thump on the walk and now this? She couldn’t be imagining this much, could she? Turning again towards the bathroom, she started a slow walk towards the door in a cloud of bewilderment.
Then she stumbled slightly and froze, eyes wide and holding her breath.
Sabrina now had the unmistakable sensation that a warm and round shape somewhat bigger than a baseball was being pressed into the crevasse at the base of her bum. Sabrina clutched her back side and spun a full 360 one way and then the other, looking for the source of the sensation, but neither eyes or hands found one and no matter how she moved, the pressure remained in place.
Beginning to panic, Sabrina again pointed her rear towards the large mirror lifting her skirt to try and find the intruding object. Before she could lift it all the way, however, a new sensation caused her to gasp. Something large and incredibly stiff encircled and squeezed her midsection from her rib cage to her hip bones. The intensity was enough to make breathing difficult. Wide eyed in disbelief, Sabrina began clawing at her sides.
Sabrina was half bent over and struggling under the perceived grip of… something, when the sensation around her hips lifted towards her chest. Instinctively trying to find relief, she straightened and stood on her toes, feeling as though she was being lifted. As the pressure on her bum shifted from forward to upward, Sabrina’s mind put two and two together. She squealed a rapid “No no no no no!” as one hand clutched her abdomen and the other grabbed at her backside, hoping to stop what she thought would be sure destruction.
The pressure around her waist shifted from up to down and the phantom object behind her thrust upward. Sabrina could only flail open mouthed as the dull object parted her cheeks, seated against her anus, and pressed through. Then her knees bucked as she felt the warm and slightly greasy dome of the object quickly widened her sphincter and plop in with sickening ease before sliding the length of her forearm into her core.
Sabrina had played with dildos and other toys since early college. She regularly enjoyed having things in all her passages, sometimes all three at once, and had let one of her past boyfriends take her from behind several times. But this? This felt orders of magnitude larger than anything she had ever experimented with, and it it’s bumpy surface throbbed as if it was alive.
Sabrina knelt, mouth agape, clutching her stomach and bum, for several seconds before the pressure downward returned on her hips. As the sensation in her bum shoved further inward, Sabrina croaked, feeling as though the object had punched her diaphragm from the inside. The ache of being wrapped around the large throbbing member was immense but nowhere near the sensation of tearing flesh she had anticipated. She felt like she had sat on one of those phallic posts that protect store fronts from crashing cars. It hurt for sure, but it was the sensation of fullness and rigidity that overwhelmed her senses.
A second later the pressure reversed, and the phantom object pulled out to where its slightly bulbous tip pulled at her exit. Sabrina fell forward and moaned in momentary relief but two seconds later it reversed again and pushed another croak from her core.
In, then out. In, then out. Every 2 seconds filling Sabrina’s core then ripping itself out.
Then after 10 or so cycles the pace increased to once per second.
Then to twice and then three times a second.
By 45 seconds in, Sabrina was shaking on the floor in time with 4-5 thrusts per second. She could only croak and groan while trying to breath, still wide eyed and mouth agape in the shock of it all. She had just enough thought capacity to recognize the pattern and wonder when the ending would arrive.
Then it came.
Just as suddenly as it had started, the shaft halted it’s cyclical torment and drove deeper than ever before into her core, pushing hard against her diaphragm. Sabrina clamped her eyes and mouth against the pressure as the sensation of a massive pair of warm posts pressed against her seat. Then her body shook against the throbbing of the impaling member and the sensation that a warm ball was rapidly growing in her stomach. Sabrina’s tongue lulled out in a gag as she struggled to breath against the growing pressure.
Sabrina felt like she had sat on a telephone pole, eaten the largest bowl of hot ramen soup ever, and was on the edge of exploding. An eternity passed before the grip finally pulled upwards and the intruding object retracted. As it exited her rear with a significant popping sensation, she sucked in a heave of air and fell to her side on the cold tile bathroom.
She lay on the floor breathing heavily and staring blankly at the wall. Then she felt a slight cramp. Her face scrunched slightly as she felt a massive glob of fluid leave her bum and slide sickeningly down the backs of her legs.
This couldn’t be real. But it couldn’t be a hallucination. There was nothing in the room with her. Was she just going mad? She sat up to try and take stock of her situation.
Then she froze again. There was a light breeze cooling her thighs.
Sabrina’s eyes went wide and she clawed furiously at the back of her neck. When her fingers found the sense-link puck she ripped at it with all her might. Instead of coming off, her effort resulted in a sharp pain in her neck and a wave of nausea passing over her body. When it passed, she tried again, with the same result.
Her breathing was frantic now with new desperation. This thing was doing something to her and she needed it to stop. But what and how? Then she remembered the phone companion app.
Some tasks in Dark Realm are time consuming and can be performed autonomously by one’s character: mining, farming, traveling by boat. Hence, the companion app was created to allow a player to read their stats, communicate to friends, and observe their character while not sitting at a PC.
Sabrina climbed to the sink and found her purse. Dumping it open, she picked up her phone and pulled open the app. After several shaking seconds she managed to login and find the character view.
The view opened to show Serina standing at the ready and looking out over the green valley of Ire. She looked normal until Sabrina noticed green streaks down the back of her legs and the puddle of the goo at her feet. Spinning the view from rear to front Sabrina paused, then bared her teeth and growled.
Towering over Serina from behind was a giant half man, half Orc. Three times the size of Serina, the brute was clad in dark leather pants and light green skin covered in tattoos. The pants were open and a phallus the size of a normal man’s calf hung half flaccid from his open barn door.
Worst of all, Sabrina recognized the tattoos.
Opening the chat app, she typed furiously:
Serina: Wolf you fucking bastard! What the fuck do you think you’re doing?!
Wolf: Oh, hey Serina. Nice to see you too! What are you doing logged in and AFK on a weekday?
Serina: What are you doing ass raping me you filthy fuck?!
Wolf: Um, you were AFK, aaannd you didn’t seem to mind when we did it last week. You said it made you feel kinky to watch our characters get it on.
Serina: I didn’t feel it last time!
Pause
Wolf: come again?
Serina: I felt that you bastard!
Wolf: Huh?!
Longer pause
Serina: I’m trying the new sense-link. Last night my power backup croaked and kicked me out of the server, but the server thinks I’m still logged in and the link is still connected to my character.
Wolf: Cool! Or, not… So why are you still wearing the link?
Serina: I forgot I was wearing it and when I just tried to take it off it made me sick.
Wolf: Hrm. Battery life?
Serina: Days?! I don’t know. I’m panicking here. I’ve got to get this thing off me. I can’t work like this.
Wolf: Can’t tech support just kick you out of the game?
Serina: I can’t get back in to log out until the server does a reset. They made me invulnerable but otherwise Serina is helpless.
Wolf: WTF!
Serina: Seriously!
Pause
Wolf: So, it was good for you?
Serina: Fuck you! Don’t touch me again.
Pause
Wolf: Sorry.
Pause
Serina: There was no way you could have known.
Pause
Serina: That dick of yours is ridiculous.
Wolf: The orc-women love it. 😀
Serina: Watch my back while I get ahold of tech support. Would you?
Wolf: Sure thing. [Serious face]
Sabrina pulled up the tech support contact the tech gave her and began to quickly type an explanation of her situation… minus the Orc rape/sex part.
Tech: Oh my. That’s definitely not supposed to happen. The link is designed to not come off until commanded by your account. It can be quite painful if forcibly remove mid game. It has its own wireless connection to the game servers, but it shouldn’t be able to give you sensations while not in game.
Sabrina: Well, it is! How do I get it off?!
Tech: I don’t know. I’m going to have to talk to the engineers. I know you’re probably worried but I’m going to have to get back to you.
Sabrina: Yeah! Well… Hurry
Tech: I promise I will.
Sabrina returned to Wolf.
Serina: They don’t know what’s wrong. They're “working on it” [pissed face]
Wolf: Wow. That’s crazy. Now what?
Serina: I have to get to work! But I can’t get raped by another Orc while I’m depositing someone’s check. Can you guard me for a few hours?
Wolf: I gotta log off soon… but I have an idea. I can carry you to the next town over and store you in a locker I have there.
Serina: Creepy. But better than standing in an open field. Just keep your hands off my parts!
Wolf: Take all the fun out of it! [tongue out face]. I’ll be a perfect gentleman, I promise.
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