The shock of the real

The light is suddenly blinding as the visor is pulled away. As you eyes adjust, you see the technician standing over your reclined form. You try to sit up, but realise you are secured to the couch.

"The straps are there to stop you injuring yourself while immersed in the simulation. However, they have...other uses."

With a start, you realise that she's removing the equipment from around your groin. You struggle with the bindings for a few seconds, then give up.

"The VR isn't all sensory," she continues conversationally. "No matter how good a simulation is, it never matches up to reality. Not well enough to fool people, anyway. Instead, the visor sends signals through your optic nerves to directly

stimulate areas of the brain. We don't put a picture of a tree in front of your eyes; we put the idea of a tree into your mind, and let it do the rest of the work."

By now, she's freed your cock from the machine. With a grin, she tosses the tubing aside.

"But as you've noticed, we also use certain external stimuli. The combination allows for some intriguing possibilities."

Hitching up her skirt, she straddles your lap. You finally notice that she's holding a second VR headset, lighter than your own. She continues speaking calmly as she hooks it over her face.

"I was watching your thought patterns. Don't bother trying to deny it; you enjoyed what I did to you. And I'm going to give you more of what you want."

Reaching forwards, she lowers your visor back down over your eyes.

"Whether you like it or not."

But now the voice is male, and coming from behind you.

(As before, the shift from the real world to the virtual, and from male to female, is disorienting. But this time the unsettled feeling doesn't go away, and you can't make sense of what you're seeing.)

After a moment, you realise what's wrong. You're bent almost double across a pool table. Half your vision is filled by green baize, and the other half is at the wrong angle. You try to straighten up, but there's a hand between your shoulder blades, holding you down.

Trying not to panic, you take in what you can of your surroundings. You seem to be in a dark and smoke-filled bar. You can't see the guy behind you, but you can feel him. His body is pressed up hard against you, his erection obvious even through the clothing in between. His free hand slides your short skirt up over your hips; one of his feet kicks your ankles apart, spreading your legs.

Understanding dawns slowly, hindered by fear and denial. You're about to be taken against your will. You struggle, but the man behind you is too strong. He pulls aside your underwear, unfastens his jeans, and abruptly drives his shaft into your cunt.

(The sensation of penetration is more intense than before, more real somehow. Somewhere in the real world, the technician must be riding your cock, forcing you to blindly fuck her while her avatar fucks yours in the simulation. The **** isn't just going on in your head.)

The man thrusts into you again and again, painfully hard and fast. As he uses you carelessly, it becomes clear that he's interested in nothing but his own pleasure. Despite this, or perhaps because of it, you find your arousal growing. Your own helplessness is turning you on, and you abandon your futile resistance.

You spread your legs further and push your hips back against his, as if welcoming his invasion. His free hand clamps down on your ass and squeezes it roughly,

making you cry out in pain and pleasure, then shoves you forwards again. The edge of the table slams into your midsection, knocking the wind out of you, but

even as you gasp for air you can feel the onset of a climax. You arch your back and breathlessly beg for more.

At the rate the two of you are going, it's no surprise that the finish comes quickly. He holds nothing back, and within moments he's ready to blow. Your own peak

is building steadily, but just as you approach orgasm he loses control. Heat erupts within you as he shoots his load, and then he pulls out just as suddenly. Another few seconds would have taken you over the edge; but instead you're left shaking and whimpering and **** for satisfaction. After holding you still and letting you subside for a minute or two, he releases his grip on your abused body.

And then your stomach lurches and you're back in the real world, with the technician lifting the visor from your head. As she slides herself stickily off you,

you realise that you reached orgasm in reality. But somehow what your body did seems unimportant; all you feel is the aching humiliation that your mind went

through.

"And still you got off on it," she says, as if reading your thoughts. "Even when I **** it on you. Even when I hurt you. Even when I left you hungry."

She adjusts her clothing; straightens her glasses; tucks back her hair. When she's approximately presentable, she heads back over to the control console.

"I wonder what else I can do to you. Perhaps we should try some of the more **** elements of BDSM. Or maybe I could show you something gentler, like

lesbianism. Go on; I'll let you pick this time."

She smiles, hands poised over the keyboard.