Trapping her in a game, with a ticking biological clock

Stacy slowly wakes up, her limbs a little sore from the hard cold floor acting as her mattress, she blinks a few times the dim white light above is still somehow too bright, causing her to rub her eyes. Slowly but unsteadily, she sits upright, feeling still too woozy to stand up, slowly blinking trying to adjust to the low light well enough to take in her surroundings. Eventually, Stacy's vision is clear enough to take in her surroundings, the four blank grey walls around her devoid of any details aside from a metal door with the lamp above it giving off the little light that's filling the room.

Conscious enough for her other senses to register, Stacy begins to notice that her body aches, at first she muses that it's likely from her time lying on the cold hard floor. However, as Stacy begins to move around getting to her feet, she feels the dull ache of the muscles in her legs. She also feels a slight chill in the air, she was wearing far too little for the temperature of the room.

Stacy steals a glance down seeing her long luscious legs uncovered, four small bruises on the tops of her thighs. Stacy experimentally takes a step she feels a slight ache between her legs, one she'd normally chalk up to an enjoyable night, but then normally those nights come with a comfy bed and a familiar space to wake up in.

"Good morning, so glad to see you up and about," A cheerful feminine voice intones from some unseen speaker.

Stacy does her best to orientate herself to the direction of the sound, but the small bare room seems to echo and her weary mind isn't able to narrow it down. "Where am I?" Stacy asks, her mouth feeling a little dry, and a slightly bitter taste lingers in her mouth.

"You are in my fun house," The cheerful tone replies, with a soft giggle that lances into Stacy's mind.

Stacy muses if this could be just the mother of all hangovers or perhaps an incredibly vivid dream, but dismisses that though when the term nightmare comes more to mind. "Who are you?" Stacy asks, turning around, and looking towards the ceilings to try and find any hidden speakers or something that they could be hidden in.

"Stacy, I'm so hurt that you could forget me after such a memorable night," The voice replies, the cheerful tone sinking into something more malevolent.

"I can't remember anything of last night," Stacy admits, her mind waking up now as it begins to race at the prospect of being in danger.

"Oh then allow me to refresh your memory," The voice replies with a giggle.

Suddenly the wall Stacy is looking at lights up with the telltale shimmer of a holo-projector and she sees herself standing before her seemingly frozen in time grinning at her current self. Past Stacy is dressed in a familiar tight black shirt with gaps stylistically cut into it as if it had been slashed or clawed, revealing large swathes of her slender pale upper body, including a more than generous peek at her small but perky B cups. Below is a tight black mini-skirt with a black belt with studs sitting above it only slightly obscuring the pleasure gap of her midriff.

To complement the dress was her usual silvery jewellery glinting under the bright lights of wherever the holo was taken, including a tight black choker around her neck with silver words spelling out break me in the middle. Under the light Stacy's shoulder length cobalt blue hair frames her fine angular features, matching her sparkling eyes. The last piece of the ensemble is a pair of big heavy black boots that come to just under her knees.

Stacy is familiar with the outfit, it was what she wore to cut loose and really celebrate, visiting the clubs off campus, where none of her fellow sisters might bump into her, and those that did wouldn't talk because they'd be decked out in similar attire. Alice knew about the clubs and Stacy's outfit, of course, that was part of the job as sorority president though, knowing all the girls. Stacy knew she was safe, Alice valued her work and creativity too much, if she ever felt it was time to drop Stacy as Stacy often suspects she might, well Stacy knew she already got more than what she needed from her time in the sorority.

Stacy is brought out of her thought process when the movement of her Holo-self flickering to life and accompanying sound draws her attention back to the wall.

"Mmmmm this has been fun, but want things to get really wild?" Stacy hears from the holo as a hand extends out before her holo-projected form. In the palm of that hand is a plain white circular tablet with a red heart on it. Stacy also recognises the tone in the holo as being the same as the so-called proprietor of this 'fun house'

"Oh, and what is that," Stacy's holo version intones with a drunken enthusiasm which makes current Stacy's stomach begin to churn.

"Something to add a little spice to the after-party," The woman replies in a sultry tone. "If you still think you can handle me," The voice continues, a second hand appearing in the holo, slowly stroking the front of Stacy's holographic past.

Current Stacy's stomach lurches as she watches her past self, eagerly taking the tablet and swallowing it down. The holo quickly fades, only to be replaced by the sound of wet sucking noises, before a new holo appears on a wall on the opposite side of the room. Stacy turns and sees herself on her knees sucking a very sizeable cock, a familiar voice moaning in pleasure.

"Mmmmm, you certainly know your way around a cock," The familiar voice purrs approvingly.

"Futas, guys, not much difference between making them tick, just got to pay attention to what really gets them going," Holo Stacy replies with an uncharacteristic girlish giggle.

"You been with a futa before?" The familiar voice asks with a curious tone.

"Yeah, less than I'd like, stupid sorority rules," Holo Stacy says, before running her tongue up the full length of the cock in the holo. As unnerved by the whole experience as Stacy was watching her past self going to town on this futa's cock, she could help but feel a slight thrill and a tingle between her otherwise aching lower parts.

"Unlucky you, but very lucky me then," The futa woman replies taking a firm grip of Holo Stacy's hair and forcing her to take the large cock deep into her throat. "Mmmmm that's it get me all nice and lubed up before I go to town on that pussy," The futa purrs.

Once again the Holo flickers out but comes back on the same wall with a new image. This time Stacy's holographic past self is kneeling on all fours on some sort of bed, glancing back at the futa's large cock as it enters from the side, bobbing enticingly with each step. Stacy catches a glimpse of a wrapper for a holo-sheath in the hand of the futa, feeling a sense of relief that at least her past self hadn't completely gone wild.

"Do I have to use this?" The Futa purrs in a sultry tone.

"Yes," Holo-Stacy giggles back

"Where's that sexy little risk-taker I met in the club gone?" The Futa replies in a soft tone. "The same one who took that little party favour without even waiting for an answer of what it was," The futa purrs, her other hand playfully slapping Holo-Stacy's ass.

"Right in front of you, waiting for you to fuck me with that amazing cock," Holo-Stacy replies wiggling her rear enticingly.

"Then I guess you won't mind if we skip the condom then?" The Futa asks in a sensual tone.

"Mmmmmm, I guess not," Holo-Stacy replies, much to current Stacy's disappointment. "Just promise to pull out?" Holo-Stacy asks with another uncharacteristic giggle.

The ****, whatever it was clearly made her much more open to terrible ideas. After all, current Stacy was painstakingly aware of the risk she was watching her past self take. Stacy not having been blessed with rich parents like most of her fellow Psi Pi Psi sisters had scrapped and skimped every last credit she could to fund her projects. One such saving was dropping down her health care plan, to one that just so happened to not cover any form of birth control, including emergency ones, which while not prohibited, were competitively priced by the colony to make them costly enough to make women pause and consider the alternatives and perhaps leaving it to nature to decide.

"Mmmm, maybe I'll pull out," The futa replies with a soft laugh. "Or Maybe I'll empty these heavy balls deep inside you, and maybe give you your own little futa heartbreaker to raise and wreak havoc on the universe," The futa continues with a soft laugh.

Stacy shakes her head as she watches her holographic past self, panting and moaning in bliss as the futa sinks her cock into her unprotected pussy and begins to pound away. The holo crackles and flickers, showing Stacy's holographic self being fucked in various positions, watching her past self writhing in pleasure as the futa has her coming several times.

By now Stacy knew how this would end, one of her fingers had made a journey south, down the front of her miniskirt, and into her panties, where she could feel a stickiness to her pussy, that wasn't her own juices. Still, she can't help but continue to slowly tease her aching nethers with that single finger as she watches her holographic past doppelganger being railed, until the futa lets out a loud groan and hilts herself in Holo-Stacy's pussy, the holo zooming in on the balls and base of the futa's cock until Stacy could watch them throb and writhe as her past self is thoroughly inseminated before the holo flickers out.

"Keep watching my dear, this is my favourite part," The cheerful tone of the futa says from the unseen speakers in the small room.

A final holo flickers to life on the wall opposite the metal door, and Stacy is greeted by the sight of her past self lying face down on the bed, her pussy dripping with thick creamy cum. Stacy's stomach turns as she can't help but begin to worry about the sheer volume of cum, that must be still inside her and the risk it could present. Her mind frantically trying to think of where she might currently be in her cycle and how much risk the futa's cum poses. Perhaps if she can get herself out of here and back to the sorority. It might cost her a favour but Stacy was sure she could beg or threaten one of her sisters into getting her a morning-after pill.

"Mmmm such a wonderful fuck," The futa's voice coos out of the holo. "Although, you probably should have waited before taking that pill my sexy, little risktaker," The futa continues letting out an evil laugh. "Because not only did it make your mind receptive to fucking you bareback and creaming that sweet little pussy of yours," The futa says in a teasing tone. "But it also made your body very receptive to my cream, if you know what I mean," The futa adds letting out another evil laugh.

Stacy's stomach feels as if it's spinning in zero gravity at this point, she shakes her head in disbelief. "No, no, no, no, please tell me you didn't," Stacy pleads out loud.

"Mmmm the thought of all my swimmers, having a nice little egg to hunt for, fuck it's getting me hard again," The Futa's holographic form says. "I think I'll go top you up, really give my swimmers a fighting chance and knock you up, Stacy," The hologram says before stroking her obscenely large cock and climbing on top of your seemingly **** form. "Good luck, I'll hand you back over to current me, I have some slutty pussy to hopefully breed," The Futa says in a cold sultry tone before the hologram flickers out.

"Fuck," Stacy screams in frustration pacing around the room, fear and anxiety still causing her stomach to spin.

"We already did," The soft tone of the futa says in that cheerful tone that was now really getting on Stacy's nerves.

"let me the fuck out of here," Stacy screams as loud as she can, her body shaking with a fury she'd not felt in a very long time.

"I'd suggest for your sake you calm down, as I'm about to explain the rules of your one chance to get out of here without a piece of me growing inside of you to remember me by," The futa explains in a patronising tone. "Or don't the clocks ticking on how long you can wait before the pill we have waiting for you won't stop my sperm from fertilising that egg of yours," The futa says letting out a long melodious laugh.

Stacy reflexively puts a hand over her flat stomach and begins to take slow deep breaths to calm her rage. She would get out of this and find this futa bitch, they likely have no idea what Stacy was capable of, she would jump through the hoops set before her, bide her time get out, and then get even. This woman has no idea who she was messing with, or what special set of skills Stacy has, skills that made her a nightmare for some. She will look for this futa, she will find this futa, and Stacy will get even with this futa.

"You want to play games, make me go through your sick little fun house for your pleasure?" Stacy asks in a calm and cold tone.

"That's the general idea," The futa replies with a soft laugh. "Work your way through my little fun house, racing against that little biological clock of yours ticking away," The futa continues with a giggle.

"How long do I have?" Stacy asks, still focusing on her breathing.

"Well, normally the pill covers you for up to 72 hours," The futa replies with a confident tone.

"72 hours, sounds like plenty of time," Stacy replies feeling confidence filling her.

"Yes, I thought so too, so the naughty minx that I am, I may have kept you high for 2 days," The futa replies with an evil cackle. "Kept you nice and warm in my bed, filling that sweet pussy up over and over before dropping you off here," The futa explains, "I imagine you must be feeling pretty sore down there," The futa adds before in a teasing tone.

"You fucking bitch," Stacy snaps.

"Ah, Ah, Ah, temper, tempter, Stacy," The futa warns. "You'll want a clear head to get through the next few rooms in time," The futa says in a patronising tone. "Now your first test is getting out of this room, good luck," The futa announces cheerily.

With that, the room goes silent, save for a ticking sound and a holo countdown being projected on the way of a clock counting down from 24 hours, and an unhelpful cartoonish diagram of the uterus with an arrow pointing to an egg and another of where the sperm would currently be. Stacy shakes her head and approaches the large metal door, gently running her hands over it, only to find it smooth and devoid of obvious handles or mechanisms to open it.

Stacy steps back and checks the frame of the door, gently running her fingers over it, trying to ignore the dull ache between her legs, and the holos counting down the time until her impregnation. After two minutes of careful study, Stacy neither feels nor finds anything on the door and leans against it to try and think. The light above her was still somewhat visible through her closed eyes. Her mind lingers on the sound of the ticking clock and then on the cartoonish diagram.

Stacy let out a sigh and look directly up and the base of the lamp, casting light above her like someone having an idea. On the frame of the lamp, she sees words which read. 'The start of a joke and a means to open a door with no handle' With this Stacy turns to face the metal door and knocks on it twice with her hand. Suddenly there's a click and the whirring of a motor and while the door remains stationary the walls on either side of it recess into the floor.

"Hmmm better than expected," The futa woman intones as Stacy walks around the door and into the next room with a confident smile on her face.

The thing about a puzzle maker is that if you can get into their mind of them, and know how they think, you start to think as they do and quickly come to the solutions. Stacy was feeling confident as her mind begins to whirr and get to work, trying to get a feel for how this futa thinks, so she can make her way out of here and then track the bitch down and get some sweet payback for putting her in this mess.