Vesta - Painworld

by Jennifer Jane Pope

  She dived forward, hitting the ground on her side, rolling and kicking upwards, the thick soles of her boots driving into Clarissa’s abdomen with a satisfying thud, knocking the other girl onto her back, though not before her whip had exacted another welt across her back. Ignoring the pain Christina rolled over, coming back to her feet in one movement, only to find herself hurtling backwards as Clarissa’s right boot arced around and slammed into the side of her head.

  Bright lights exploded before her eyes, but she retained enough presence of mind to keep rolling backwards, whip thrashing as a defensive screen until her head began to clear. When it did she saw that Clarissa remained several feet away, standing easily, legs slightly apart, whip hanging idly, her clawed hand gripping the rigid dildo and pointing it towards her dazed opponent.

  ‘Come suck some cock, blondie!’ The Australian accent was even harsher now and, for the first time Christina began to have serious doubts. She looked up towards the gallery where Naylor and Koenig were sitting and gestured with her whip hand, making the sign of an X at her feet. Koenig raised a hand in acknowledgement, but Christina could not afford to take her eyes off her opponent for any longer. Already she was moving in again, brandishing the thick shaft like a pennant.

  ‘You made the rules, blondie,’ she called out. ‘Let’s see you stick to ‘em - or is your little mate up there going to fix things for you, eh? Well, he’d better be quick about it.’

  Ignoring the jibe, Christina went in again with a flurry of kicks, landing one, two, three times, the final impact sending Clarissa sprawling onto her back, legs akimbo. In a trice, Christina was on top of her, landing with her knees driving into the other woman’s midriff and driving the air from her lungs with a satisfying hiss. The claw raked out, ripping four bloody tracks across both undefended breasts, tearing apart one of the leather harness straps with its force.

  ‘Now we’ll see who’s fixing who!’ she snarled, thrusting her knees between Clarissa’s thighs, her claw hand reaching to guide the black phallus to its target. She forced the swollen knob between the damp lips, pushing the shaft in an inch or so and then lowered herself over her vanquished opponent, who lay with eyes closed, face contorted with pain.

  ‘You can suck my cock later,’ Christina leered. ‘But first I’m going to push it into you so far you’ll think you’re choking.’ She wriggled her hips, feeling the phallus settling into the soaking tunnel and could not resist one final taunt.

  ‘The next cock you feel inside you will be about fifteen inches long, slut,’ she snarled. ‘But you’ll have a cunt big enough to take it. You’ll be joining the other bitch in the stud farm. A nice pair of brood mares you’ll make - Aaaahhh!’

  Again lights exploded everywhere, this time accompanied by what felt like an explosion somewhere between her ears. Christina’s entire body suddenly went rigid, her every sense numbed. When she came round again it was to find herself lying on her back, Clarissa poised with her own rubber phallus nestling between the tops of her thighs. Desperately Christina tried to wriggle aside, but her muscles were refusing to obey her brain’s feverish commands.

  Clarissa sat back slightly, the back of her whip hand glove wiping away the flecks of blood that had appeared in the centre of her forehead. Behind the mask she grinned triumphantly.

  ‘Back home we call that the Botany Bay salute,’ she said. ‘In this country they call it the Liverpool handshake, and I believe the Jocks call it the Glasgow Kiss. Fuckin’ hurts me almost as much as it hurts you,’ she added, but the fact did not seem to bother her. ‘Difference is, you’re stunned silly and I’ve just got a lump on my head. However, it wears off a bit quick, so let’s just make sure of you, shall we?’ She grasped Christina’s shoulders, arched her back, and thrust hard with her hips. Christina felt the long rubber penis penetrating deep within her, just as the strength began to return to her arms. She tensed her muscles, preparing to swing a round-arm blow into the back of the unsuspecting redhead’s neck and...

  ...her entire body went completely limp and numb again, except this time it was not as the result of a stunning head butt between her eyes.

  ‘No-oooo!’ she cried. ‘It shouldn’t have...’

  And then her vocal chords also stopped working. Only her eyes and ears remained normal. Above her Clarissa was lazily pumping back and forth, her black phallus sliding in and out of a helpless tunnel that its owner could no longer feel.

  She stopped, holding herself up on extended arms. ‘Shouldn’t have worked, should it?’ she said, giggling happily. ‘So, I wonder what went wrong? Whatever it was,’ she added, pulling herself clear and staggering to her feet, ‘I’d say you were well and truly fucked - in all senses of the word!’

  ‘The really clever part was, in all honesty, only clever because of its simplicity,’ Marlon said, beaming from ear to ear. The rest of the company looked at him in a mixture of bewilderment and awe, for the little computer genius’ definition of simplicity would have rendered Einstein’s theory of relativity as the equivalent of the blurb on a cereal packet.

  ‘Okay,’ Ellen said, speaking for all of them, ‘so tell us, brain-box, how you managed it. I’m no expert, but I thought the Kraut had searched for all the safe-words and stuff and erased them?’

  ‘Oh, he did,’ Marlon agreed, nodding enthusiastically. ‘And he did remove them - all the ones that were there, including some very sophisticated failsafes I’d generated.’ He sat back in the huge armchair and his smile, if it were at all possible, seemed to grow even wider.

  ‘Some of those little programmes took me at least fifteen minutes to create, you know,’ he said. ‘In all I wrote five special ones on top of the original stuff, and buried them pretty deeply, though I was pretty certain he’d find them eventually.’

  ‘So why bother at all?’ Paul asked, leaning forward. ‘If you knew he was good enough to dig them out, wasn’t that just a waste of time and effort?’

  ‘Au contraire, mon ami,’ Marlon smirked. ‘Our Bavarian friend - or is he Prussian? - would have been most suspicious if he’d searched and found nothing. After all, he knew I had those few hours and that I wouldn’t waste them, so if his search software had unearthed a blank he’d have smelled the proverbial.’

  ‘Now, just hang on a minute,’ Lianne interrupted. ‘I probably know less about computer stuff than anyone in this room, but even I see a flaw here. If this Koenig guy was good enough to write programmes that could search your programmes out even in the very depths of VESTA, how come he never found what you’d done?’

  ‘That,’ Marlon said, his chest puffing out visibly, ‘was the really clever and simple bit about the entire thing.’ He chuckled and looked around the eager eyes for a few seconds before continuing. ‘Let me ask you all a question.’ He was beginning to really enjoy himself and no one was prepared to spoil his fun; after all, whatever he’d done, whether any of them would ever understand it or not, he was the one who had proved to be their saviour. Only Nadia betrayed the slightest sign of impatience. She raised her glass in his direction.

  ‘Marlon,’ she said, smiling gently, ‘my bloody wine is getting warm.’

  ‘Of course,’ Marlon nodded. ‘You must forgive me.’ However, he still milked the stage for a few more seconds before continuing.

  ‘The thing is,’ he said at last, ‘friend Koenig was looking for something that wasn’t actually there at the time. No,’ he said, raising one hand, ‘I’ll explain, so don’t all get on at me, but I am rather proud of this, you know.

  ‘This was the simple bit I was talking about. All the various clever little bits and pieces I created were really nothing more than a smokescreen. There was always the slim chance he might miss one, in which case I could have sorted everything a few hours earlier than I did, but I never really thought he would. So, having set up a few decoys, I put the real failsafe somewhere he’d never be able to find it - on a small private website I’ve had fo
r a few years now.’

  ‘It’s all beyond me,’ Ellen said, uncrossing and re-crossing her legs. ‘What bits of my brain VESTA hasn’t already scrambled have just run up the white flag!’

  ‘Bear with me,’ Marlon persisted. ‘It really is so simple. This site is not cached in VESTA - sorry, that means that there isn’t a copy of it here. The files I created originally are in my own computer in a small cottage in Herefordshire, and the active site is on a very small commercial server based in Bali, I believe it is.

  ‘Anyway, that’s not important. What is important is that it’s a long way away from VESTA herself, though distance, in this technological world of ours, is a relative thing.

  ‘As you may know, VESTA was originally programmed to search the world wide web for data from which to carry on constructing a base from which to create the various scenarios which her subjects would experience. In order to do that in the shortest possible time, she is connected to fifty ISDN lines - Nadia happily underwrote that cost some weeks ago - and continually surfs the net via those lines.

  ‘Now, given the nature of the data she needed, there were certain keywords for which she was programmed to search. One of these keywords was contained within my private website, which also contained an automatic download of a new failsafe programme. However, I didn’t want VESTA downloading this failsafe until our friend had finished satisfying himself he’d found all my little devices.

  ‘So, all I did was write in a time delay in my site, destroy the file at this end afterwards and then wait. Of course, I couldn’t be completely sure how long it would be before it would be safe to activate the thing, so I had to put in four separate programmes, leaving twelve hour gaps between them. I’d figured they’d have me hooked up to VESTA in under forty-eight hours easily, and that Koenig would have finished his search patterns inside four or five hours tops.

  ‘After that, once my own terminal had become active instead of passive, it was all quite simple. Of course, I had to delay long enough to get a couple of you back outside to deal with the two heavies - Nadia and Ellen did that quite efficiently, thanks to Nadia’s stun guns.’

  ‘But you didn’t know I had those,’ Nadia pointed out. Marlon’s smile remained broad.

  ‘My dear lady,’ he said, ‘I knew you’d find some way of putting those two thugs out of commission, especially with the redoubtable Ellen as your accomplice. I’d have liked to free up one of the chaps, but they were all occupied in active scenarios I couldn’t risk interfering with. Anyway, I never doubted your resourcefulness for a moment.

  ‘After that I was able to put a computer clone of myself into my own scenario and pop in and out making a few programming adjustments. Within minutes, if not less, they couldn’t have taken back control if they’d wanted to, although none of them knew it. I let Koenig finish off getting the big blonde prepared for her fight with Clarissa, but their little ruse to prevent my dear sister winning was taken care of by myself.

  ‘I also made a few other minor alterations. I knew Clarissa was a karate black belt and she’d told me about her somewhat unorthodox childhood games, but I confess I didn’t want to take any chances, so I just hyped her reflexes and physical level a tad and dulled Christina’s abilities a touch, just for good measure.’

  ‘Why didn’t you just freeze them all up before the fight anyway?’ Clarissa demanded. Lianne couldn’t help noticing how the girl kept running her fingers through her long auburn tresses, as if not quite able to believe that being shorn of them inside VESTA’s painworld had only been an illusion.

  Marlon gave a little shrug. ‘Well, that was my initial reaction, I must admit,’ he said. ‘However, after they’d gone to so much trouble to set everything up, I thought I’d let them go through with it. You were never in any physical danger and I also dulled your pain responses quite a lot and, thanks to what I’d done, you were never going to lose.

  ‘After what that hulking great bitch did to you to get to me,’ he went on, his face darkening for an instant, ‘I thought you might like to give her a taste of her own medicine.’

  ‘Shame about the masks, though,’ Clarissa laughed. ‘I’d have liked a better view of her face when she realised what had happened. When that cock went into her it was like turning off a switch. She went like a rag dolly.’

  ‘Well, she’s going to get a lot more of that sort of treatment before she’s through here,’ Nadia said. ‘Jimmy Naylor, too. By the time I’m finished with them they won’t want to come within a thousand miles of VESTA.’

  ‘Let me see if I’ve got this right,’ Paul said, leaning forward. ‘You set things up for VESTA to go get this failsafe thingy after Naylor and Koenig had taken control here, so that when they’d done their mine-sweeping bit, VESTA went and found a new bomb?’

  ‘Yes,’ Marlon nodded. ‘That’s a good way of putting it, I suppose. I had to let them think they’d succeeded and also that they’d outwitted me. I was also pretty damned certain they’d put me into VESTA with the rest of you, that being the surest way of keeping me out of trouble.

  ‘Unfortunately for them, once my little surprise kicked in it was actually the one place where I could cause the most trouble for them, mainly because it was the last place they would look for trouble to come at them.’

  ‘And you were a hundred percent confident it would work?’ Paul said, amazement showing in his expression.

  ‘Oh yes!’ Marlon exclaimed. ‘Never any doubt at all. After all, VESTA may be female, but she’s programmed with male logic.’

  He ducked the first cushion that was hurled at him, but there were too many women in the room for such a remark not to earn retribution and, a split second later, Marlon disappeared beneath a hail of airborne soft furnishings.

  ‘No skirts this evening?’ Lianne said, emerging from the bathroom to find Paul stretched out on their double bed, completely naked. He shrugged.

  ‘You can have too much of a good thing,’ he said, somewhat sheepishly. Lianne gave a little snort.

  ‘So, your little adventure without balls has turned you off the idea,’ she said, towelling her damp hair vigorously. He looked up at her, his expression suddenly quite serious.

  ‘It did make me think a bit,’ he admitted. ‘Don’t get me wrong, despite everything it was... well, quite interesting in some ways, and now we’ve got control of VESTA back I wouldn’t mind continuing the, er, experiment, but I think my head needs a day or so to get itself round a few things.’

  ‘Like the fact that when you’re tied down, spread-eagled, some horny sweaty bastard just uses you as a receptacle?’ Lianne suggested. He hesitated, but then nodded.

  ‘Yeah, that’s part of it,’ he admitted. ‘The thing is - was - there was no feeling involved, if you understand what I’m getting at? I was just, well, I was just fucked and that was it. Don’t get me wrong, I could have handled that scenario if it had been created for the right reasons, but by that time I knew things had gone wrong and I was convinced I was stuck as a woman full time, stuck as some sort of animated sex doll and destined to spend the next fifty years as a repository for every cock in Europe.’

  ‘Now there’s sad,’ Lianne said, her eyes twinkling. She tossed the towel to one side and flopped down on the bed alongside him, propping her chin up on cupped hands. ‘It wouldn’t be that you actually enjoyed some of that, would it?’

  ‘No!’ The protestation came too quickly, but she said nothing, just stared straight into his eyes. It took less than five seconds. ‘Okay, so I did, until I thought I was stuck with it full time. No, to be honest, it wasn’t even that that scared me.’

  ‘No?’

  ‘No,’ he said, reaching out to touch her still damp shoulder. ‘It was thinking I would never be able to be with you again, never be able to enjoy what we have together, not inside nor outside of VESTA. If you’d been one of those guys it’d have been fine, I could have handled that - at least, I
think I could. But I knew Christina would never let us be together again in any sort of situation we might have mutually enjoyed. Sorry, I’m not explaining this too well.’

  ‘I think I understand where you’re coming from,’ Lianne said softly. ‘And I think I know what we both need. I’ll get some clothes on and go see Marlon.’

  ‘You, er, don’t actually have to do this for real,’ Marlon stammered, his cheeks reddening. ‘I mean, this could all be done through VESTA, if you’d rather.’

  Ellen, clad from head to toe in a silver latex catsuit, only her eyes, mouth and sex visible through strategically positioned apertures, shook her head.

  ‘I don’t think you understand, Marlon, sweetie,’ she purred. ‘The thought of you fucking some VESTA generated clone of me is a bit - well, a bit disgusting. It’d be like you wanking over pictures of me, I suppose.’ She pirouetted on her steepling heels and came to a stop facing him again.

  ‘No, this is for real, Marlon,’ she went on, pulling open the towelling bathrobe and reaching down with rubber-sheathed fingers to grasp his already stiffening organ. ‘This is because I want to show my appreciation for your talents, and also teach you an appreciation of mine.’

  She guided his now almost complete erection towards her, rubbing the engorged head of his penis against her glistening sex lips. She saw and felt him shudder with anticipation.

  ‘Steady,’ she whispered. ‘There’s plenty of time.’

  ‘But why?’ he croaked, his voice breaking. ‘There’s no need.’

  The featureless silver head bobbed eagerly.

  ‘Oh yes there is,’ she said. ‘There’s a very urgent need - mine.’ She pursed her lips through the tight opening in the mask and planted a damp kiss on his forehead. ‘Call me a silly tart if you like, but you turn me on something wicked.’

  ‘Me? But...’