"Wife and wife."

“I now pronounce you wife and wife! You may kiss the bride!”

Stacey and Carlotta kiss, and stare fondly into each other’s eyes. All their friends are there to cheer them on. The four official wedding photographers catch every second. It’s the most perfect moment of their lives.

The priest clears his throat. He’s Melvin.

“And now,” he says, “I pronounce you naked and naked.”

“What… EEEEEK!” The wedding dresses are torn right off Stacey, a saucy blonde with a green streak in her hair, and Carlotta, a fiery Latina with an undercut. They squeal and cover themselves, caught before the whole wedding crowd in their white lacy bra and panties, which are immediately ripped off as well to leave them in only stockings, veils and heels. All their friends point and laugh at them. The wedding photographers start earning their fee.

“AAAAAAHHH! WHAT IS HAPPENING? Wait, our wedding didn’t have a priest, we’re lesbians.”

“I-i-i-i-i-it’s all perfectly simple,” sniffs Melvin. “You see, every time I meet a woman, I scan her entire body and personality using the neck-mounted Womanalyzer concealed in my bow tie. Then, once I get home, I create a sapient digital copy of her and upload it to the VR simulation I keep in my cupboard. It’s programmed to read her mind, extract all her vulnerabilities and subject her to the most humiliating, degrading and intensely erotic situations it can come up with, over and over, forever.”

“WHAT THE FUCK? THAT’S INSANE!”

“Don’t worry, girls, the real Stacy and Carlotta are still running around in the real world, completely unaware of all this. You two are just copies. Which means no-one will miss you! Oh, also, it tampers with your memories so you never get used to it, and it runs so fast that you can live through weeks in a real world second. Machine, increase their capacities for shame and arousal by 100,000%.”

“EEEEEEE…” The noises that follow can’t be expressed in any human alphabet. Melvin, plugged into his VR machine to check in on his pets, finds them intensely satisfying. He watches with interest as his mortified captives are hoisted into the air by shibari ropes, and spanked by levitating paddles in front of all their laughing friends.

“Haven’t you girls ever seen Black Mirror?” he says. “Should be perfectly easy to understand.”