by Alyson Belle
“Mmmm,” said Amy. “Yeah, moan for me, you little slut.” And then she jerked Mikala’s thong down in a single motion and slid two fingers deep into her throbbing, soaking pussy, working them furiously in and out while Mikala lay helplessly pinned. She writhed against Amy’s hand, almost crying at the sensation. All thoughts, all logic had flown from her head. There was no shame, no fear, no panic… just Amy’s fingers, sliding effortlessly in and out to part her aching lips again and again.
“More…” she begged.
“What did you say?” asked Amy, pulling her fingers out and slapping Mikala’s ass with three quick slaps. Each of them made Mikala jump with a little burst of pleasure. “What does my pretty little slut want?”
“Pleaaase, more… harder…” she panted, face half-buried in a pillow. Her face burned, but she was too far gone for shame, now. She was lost in her lust, and all she wanted was for Amy to come back and fill her tight little pussy with something, anything; whatever would stop the agonizing ache that demanded attention in the soft, wet place between her legs.
“My little slut wants more?” Amy asked, feigning surprise. “Well, I’m not sure my hand is going to cut it… But I can get something that might.” She snapped her fingers and Mikala saw her virtscreen pop up out of the corner of her eye. Amy tapped a few times and then Mikala felt something thick and warm pressing against her leg. “Yeah,” continued Amy. “Some girls are fine with fingers. But pretty little sluts like you need a hard, throbbing dick inside of them to calm them down, don’t they?”
Mikala struggled to twist to the side and see what was going on… She caught a glimpse of Amy, toga-dress hiked up, her perfect blonde body now sporting a seven-inch cock that poked proudly out in front of her, thick and fully erect. Her clear blue eyes twinkled with amusement as she bobbed her hips with a little thrust. Both girls watched it bounce in the air. Mikala was torn between horror and wonder. Was Amy going to shove that giant thing inside of her tiny pussy? Would it even fit? It looked so huge to Mikala. The smirk that spread across Amy’s face as she watched Mikala’s eyes widen suggested that she was going to try. Mikala squirmed and quivered trying to escape, but she was still held firmly in place by Amy’s iron grip.
“Whoa, hey…” she said. “I uh, I’m not sure we need to go there, Amy…”
Amy’s eyes shined. “Second thoughts, little slut? Don’t worry. I promise your pussy can take it. You’ll see. Who told you you could move, anyway?” She gave a little growl and twisted Mikala’s arm, forcing her to straighten out. Her face pushed back against the pillow. Mikala couldn’t see Amy at all now, but she could feel her leaning in, pressing her arm down against the small of her back to force Mikala’s bottom to tilt up. Panic shot through Mikala and she slammed her thighs tight, locking them shut with all the force her little body could muster. Amy was just playing, just threatening her, right? She couldn’t possibly mean to actually fuck her like this...
Mikala felt Amy’s firmly insistent knee push against the back of her locked thighs as the smooth skin of Amy’s new cock rubbed against the outside of Mikala’s leg. “Mmmm… you have such soft, supple legs,” Amy said, her voice straining with what sounded like poorly-concealed lust, now. Her free hand rubbed against Mikala’s tensed ass, stroking it softly as she played with the helpless girl.
“Amy?” Mikala squeaked. “Amy… you’re not really going to…”
Amy cut her off by forcing her thighs apart with a sudden push of her knee, prompting a squeal from Mikala. Her legs shuddered as she tried to squeeze them back together, and she bucked against Amy, but Amy just kept her knee where it was and forced Mikala back down. It was impossible! Amy was twice as strong as Mikala, easily. Now Mikala was really getting worried. She wriggled and squirmed and fought to try and get away, but Amy just laughed and kicked Mikala’s legs further apart with a quick knock of her knee against either thigh. Mikala lost her footing and felt her stomach slide down flat against the mattress. Her panic intensified. Her legs were splayed wide and her pussy felt cool in the open air.
“Amy?” cried Mikala desperately. “Amy, you’re just teaching me a lesson, right? Right? Lesson over? Amy?”
“Oh man,” groaned Amy. “Yeah, I was, but damn… you’re such a hot little slut. And the thing about giving yourself a virtnet cock…” Mikala felt the thick, warm length of it bouncing in the air again, slapping between her legs and against her pussy. “...is that you need to use it as badly as a boy does,” Amy said, dragging the tip of it down across Mikala’s sex, just like she’d done with her finger. Mikala shuddered and moaned as it parted her ever so slightly. It was a rich, achingly delicious feeling, and her body screamed for more even as her mind shuddered in fear. It was so big. She could hardly think about anything else.
“Do you want it, you little slut?” asked Amy, probing gently against Mikala with little jerks of her hips, torturing her mercilessly.
Mikala quivered and shook, tried to fight the rising tide of need that swelled up inside of her, but she couldn’t. She shut her eyes tight and put her face into the pillow. “Yes, yes, yes,” she moaned, rocking her hips back against the teasing cock.
Amy didn’t need any more encouragement than that. She pushed in with a hard thrust and a low, husky groan. Mikala cried out into the soft down of the pillow as she felt Amy’s smooth, hard cock slide past her outer lips and slam deep, deep inside of her. It did hurt a little, but she hardly noticed because it was also so thick and firm and wonderful, filling her up and stretching her out and throwing erotic sensations she’d never even known existed into her brain. She felt Amy push deeper and then deeper still. Her eyes watered, and then Amy’s hips smacked into her bottom with a satisfying thump that rocked her whole self forward, and she knew Amy had been right. Her tight little pussy could stretch to take all seven inches.
And then Amy was fucking her like a wild animal. That electrifying thump of solid crotch to ass contact lit a fire under both of them. Amy couldn’t seem to stop pounding into Mikala, pulling out and then pounding in again. Mikala’s whole body sang with the ecstasy of it all, the sweet feelings radiating out from her pussy and washing like warm ocean waves across her tightly held arms, her shaking legs, her tingling breasts, and her rocking hips, before finally bursting forth from her parted lips in a cry of utter delight. Every time Amy slammed into her with her own loud, oddly still feminine moans of pleasure, sensation coursed through Mikala like a riptide and threatened to wash her away.
And then a warmth started growing in her lower belly, like a great beast awakening, that made her grind and shake and wiggle her hips in an ever more and more frantic and desperate attempt to press in on the cock, push back against the thrusts, feel the satisfying friction of skin inside her oh-so-sensitive pussy. Amy had released Mikala’s arms now to get a better hold on her hips, but all Mikala could do, all she wanted to do, was to stretch her arms out as far as they could reach on the bed and luxuriate in getting gloriously, furiously fucked like the little slut she was.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” cried Amy, bucking against her. “God, you’re so into this! Oh, god, I’m going to come...”
At those words, the rumbling beast inside Mikala’s belly reared up with a fiery roar. It electrified her muscles in a series of soul-shattering spasms that shot down her legs and rushed up her spine and caused her to cry out in a wordless scream of ecstasy, even as she felt the head of Amy’s throbbing cock swell inside of her and pump burst after burst into her wildly-convulsing body.
When the shudders finally subsided, all Mikala could do was lie where she was on the bed, exhausted. She felt spent, wonderful. Every muscle in her body still sang with the tiny after-tremors of the experience, slowly fading like the vibrations of a violently plucked harpstring. Amy fell forward on top of her, breathing hard. She rubbed her face and breasts against Mikala’s back, ran her hands up and down her arms with a silken touch, kissed her neck. When she slowly slid out, still hard, Mikala squeezed her eyes tight and stifled anoth
er gasp.
“Good… slut…” Amy panted. She gave a long, satisfied sigh.
Mikala felt Amy push away from her. She pulled herself all the way onto the bed with shaking limbs and turned herself over to glare at Amy. Mikala’s body was covered with sweat, and she could feel long strands of her curly brown hair sticking to her face. Her avatar (her body?) was starting to feel sore from the intense fucking, now, and she winced at the pain and gently rested her hand on her still-wet pussy.
Amy smirked at her expression. She was tapping at her virtscreen, and her cock was already receding under the toga-dress to meld back into its original shape. “A little sore, Mikala?” she asked. “Yeah. That’ll happen the first time. Or any time your little pussy takes a cock that big, until you’ve gotten used to it.”
“Are we done here?” Mikala asked through gritted teeth. She tried to jack out again but ran into the same wall she’d hit earlier. The command did nothing. She was starting to feel sticky and dirty after their intense fuck-session.
“We’re done when I say we’re done,” replied Amy. She’d found a hand towel somewhere and tossed it at Mikala. It landed in her lap. “You’re a hot little mess right now,” Amy continued. “Clean yourself up.” She stepped back, hands resting at her hips, watching Mikala. She was the picture of composure again, looking cool and collected.
“Just let me jack out, Amy! Jeez, you already fucked me…”
Amy’s tone took on a note of warning. “I’ve been a very lenient with you so far, slave, but don’t push your luck. I could keep you here all night if I wanted. This would just be a start.” Mikala felt her cheeks start to burn as her legs tightened ever so slightly at the idea of getting fucked again. Amy started laughing, the warning gone. “Such a little slut! Look at how bad you want it now that you’ve had a taste.”
“I don’t, I don’t,” she protested, her face betraying her.
“Shut up. Clean yourself.”
Amy watched as Mikala dabbed at herself with the towel and wouldn’t let her stop until her pussy was clean and her legs were completely dry. It was humiliating for Mikala to sit there half-naked in front of Amy’s probing eyes and clean every crevice of her body until her mistress was satisfied. When she was done, she gently set the towel aside. Her thong was nowhere to be seen, so she drew her knees in close and hugged them, still sitting on the bed.
“Good girl,” said Amy. “What have we learned tonight?”
What did she want to hear?
“That I’m a little slut?” Mikala ventured.
“You are that, but the lesson tonight is not to play with other people’s toys.” Amy smirked. “Or else you might find that you’re the toy.”
Mikala lowered her eyes. “Yes, mistress.”
“Oh, poor slut. You sound so sad…” She considered a moment, and then tapped a few times at her virtscreen. Then she smiled again at Mikala.
“I just sent you credentials for an extra account I have,” Amy said. “It’s protected from logging just like mine and Kyla’s are, but it’s also a sub-account of my own, so I have complete control over it. But if you’d like to come play sissy again, you can use it without stealing your sister’s credentials.” She smiled wickedly.
“Why would I come back?” Mikala asked. “Are you kidding me? This was awful…”
“Was it?” asked Amy, eyes shining.
Mikala didn’t trust herself to reply. Instead she said, “Just remember our deal, right? You can’t tell anyone about this.”
“Of course, slave. Our little secret.”
And then Mikala jacked out.
Anticipation
He’d gotten away with it. By the time his dad got home, Mike was already asleep in bed, and when Kyla came home on Sunday she ignored him just like she was always did. Nobody was the wiser. Kyla’s log hacks must have worked, because his dad never asked him any questions, and Amy must have kept her mouth shut because Kyla spent all afternoon on Sunday fucking her in virtnet. He was always jealous of them, but it almost seemed a little worse now that he knew how much fun they were having.
All week at school, Mike couldn’t stop thinking about his little virtnet session with Amy as “Mikala.” As soon as he’d jacked out, the thought mods she’d installed had stopped working. It was so strange to think about. He could clearly remember knowing his name was Mikala, and that he was a girl. That virtnet hacking was powerful stuff. Who knew you could do such crazy things? He wondered what else she could do.
And it had been pretty exciting, he had to admit. He’d even kind of liked it. Sure the cock was a little strange, but it was basically the virtnet version of a strap-on, right? He’d still had sex with a girl. It wasn’t like he was gay or anything.
He saw Amy in the hallways a few times that week, talking and laughing next to Kyla. Whenever she spotted him she’d give him a knowing look, a slight smile would ghost across her face, and he’d think about the credentials she’d sent to his console. Every time he blushed and hurried past her without acknowledging her. Once he could swear she winked at him, but she never did more than that. She just watched while he squirmed.
In the locker room showers, after gym class, he caught himself catching sidelong glances at the other guys’ dicks. Just as a comparison point. He’d never paid any attention before… but he noticed that of all the guys in the locker room, only Chuck Higgins and Pete Wills had anything close to the impressive length that Amy had whipped out for him in virtnet. They were both on the football team, and they both had the kind of impressively sculpted muscles that girls like Christy Parker swooned over.
His eyes must have lingered a little too long one day, because Pete called out, “Hey, Wantry! Take a picture, huh?” He shook his head under the steaming water. “Fag.”
Mike blushed and looked away. “I wasn’t looking.”
“Sure you weren’t, fag,” replied Pete. The other boys started turning towards Mike now, circling like hyenas, snickering and warming up to Pete’s taunts.
Chuck cut the circus short by slapping Pete lightly on the shoulder. “Knock it off, Pete. He said he wasn’t looking.”
“Whatever,” Pete said, turning away from Mike. The hyenas dispersed, disappointed. Chuck caught Mike’s thankful glance and half-shrugged before turning away himself. Mike hurried out of the showers, wrapping a towel around himself, and went to get changed.
He wished that Chuck had helped him out of kindness, but he knew that the only thing sparing him was having the sister that everyone wanted to fuck. Kyla might be a bitch to him, but he was still her brother. It was better for them to play nice on the off chance he might be a road into her pants. What must it feel like to have guys lust after you that much, he wondered? That little pang of jealousy twinged inside him again.
That Friday night, he found himself sitting alone in his room, staring at his virtjack console. It had been almost a whole week since he’d been Mikala, since Amy had forced herself on him. Or kind of, anyway. He had given his consent, he realized. His cheeks burned. It had been humiliating and horrible, right? But also… it felt really good. He’d jerked off a dozen times since then, thinking about every dirty, sexy thing Amy had made him do, excited by the memory of actually feeling those things in his own virtual body. He wondered what would happen if he logged in again. He had no idea what Amy had done to her sub-account. Who knew what he’d be getting himself into?
He slid over to the low blue couch, eyes fixed on the little silver plug resting in its charger. What he really needed was a way to get his mind off all this nonsense. What had Amy done to him to mix him up so much? Watching the guys in the locker room, thinking about being Mikala… it was messing with his head. His dad’s voice echoed around his brain: What, do you want to be a girl? Well, that was the problem, wasn’t it, Dad? If only being Mikala hadn’t given him such a thrill... He shook his head to clear his thoughts and reached for the plug. Maybe a little Killpoint 3, maybe spending some time in the body of a real man, a man like Chuck, would do
him some good.
That was what he wanted, wasn’t it? Mike bit his lower lip, fingers rolling over the cool plastic and metal of the virtjack. It was. Of course it was. It didn’t matter how smooth his thighs had felt, or how nice it had been to feel full ample, breasts bouncing on his chest, with Amy’s hands running all over them…
His hands trembled as he slowly raised the plug to the back of his neck and jacked in.
Exploration
A moment ago Mike had been in his bedroom, sitting on his couch and jacking in, but now he was somewhere else entirely. The abrupt transition never ceased to startle him. He stood once more in the lobby of his console, amidst the grey and tan default furniture he still hadn’t bothered to change. He walked up and punched in his credentials. Jungle Jim swirled into view and stared out at him from the glass pane, as tough and manly as ever. His trademark sneer seemed like more of a leer, Mike thought, and as his eyes ran down the bulging, corded arms and the torn camouflage shirt that exposed the avatar’s impressively muscled torso, he was surprised to discover that he felt… disgust. The idea of stepping into Jungle Jim’s ultra-masculinity had never been less appealing before. His hand hovered over the glass wall. All he had to do was tap to jump into that body and go lose himself in hours of bloody action, but… all he really wanted to do was to be Mikala again. He couldn’t help it.
Mike recoiled from the wall and flexed and unflexed his genderless, grey jaw muscles.
And then, almost before he knew what he was doing, he logged out of his account and quickly swiped in a different set of credentials. The glass darkened and lightened again as he tapped in the keys Amy had given him. Now, standing before him in the selection room was the same avatar that Amy had forced him into last week. She looked even prettier than he remembered, standing there innocently in the little white shift of the default avatar settings. She was rosy-cheeked and full-lipped, petite and pretty with wide brown eyes, not a day over eighteen. Her hair flowed down to just below her pert breasts. She was wearing a little smile as she stood there waiting for him. Mikala.
