by Alyson Belle
Her eyes narrowed. “No reason?”
“I mean, just to see you.”
“And have a nice conversation.”
“Yep.”
“But not fool around.”
“Nope.”
“Because there isn’t time.”
“Speaking of...”
“Unh-uh. No way.” Her eyes glazed over. Had she pulled up her personal control menu? Then she refocused on Mike.
“What was that?” he asked.
“You’re acting weird. I don’t like it. What’s going on?” she demanded.
It was time to go. This might be the chance of a lifetime, but it wasn’t worth getting caught over. He shuddered to think what would happen if anyone found out what he was doing. Amy might tell Kyla someone had logged in, but she’d never know it was Mike. He ran the command to jack out.
Nothing happened.
He pulled away from her, shocked, and tried to run it again. It was a simple mental command. Once more, no result. He looked around in a panic. The lack of doors in the room seemed more ominous, suddenly. He’d never been stuck in virtnet before... let alone in a girl’s body. A light sweat broke out across his back.
“Oh no,” Amy said. “I have my private console up. I can see you trying to exit. I locked the room.”
“You can do that?” he asked.
Amy frowned. “Of course. It’s my room. My rules. You know that I...” She trailed off, eyeing him suspiciously. Suddenly she gestured and a small virtscreen appeared floating in the air next to her. It was her console, no longer private. She grabbed it like a tablet computer and started tapping at a program, glancing up at Mike periodically.
“Whoa!” she said, taking a step back. “These aren’t Kyla’s brain patterns I’m reading... who the hell are you?” Mike gasped. Amy looked furious.
“How can you possibly tell that?”
She waved the virtscreen at him. “Special programs. Something I whipped up in my spare time. I don’t know who you are but you have no idea who you’re messing with.”
Mike felt his temper flare up then. What right did she have to lock him into virtnet? “Maybe I do, Amy Saunders. Maybe you should let me go right now if you know what’s good for you.” He pointed a finger at her and stuck his chin out defiantly, annoyed that those threats didn’t sound very threatening coming from the dulcet voice of a girl two inches shorter than Amy.
Amy waved her hand towards him. He felt his wrists snap together in front of him, and a sudden weight on them pulled him tottering to his knees, hands slamming against the floor. He winced at the pain as his breasts bounced on the way down, and then he felt similar weights slide over his ankles. He struggled and struggled, shaking against the invisible bonds, but couldn’t move his hands or feet. It was like he was chained to the plushly carpeted floor, bottom waving in the air as he fought. Panic clawed at him again, but he pushed it down and glared up at Amy through angry eyes.
“Let me go. Now.” He tried to make his voice sound authoritative, but it came out sounding more like a breathy sex slave’s voice.
“You’re not in much of a position to make threats,” she replied. She flicked her hand and he felt something hard and supple strike him across the ass. It left a thin, burning line that crossed both cheeks, and he felt his eyes water at the pain, anger melting into fear as he tried in vain to wiggle away from it. His bindings held him tight. He burned with shame at the involuntary squeak that popped out of his pretty mouth when it happened.
“I can do more than make you squeak,” Amy said. “Now talk. How do you know my name? How did you get into Kyla’s account?” He couldn’t tell her the truth, and he didn’t know what to say, so he kept his mouth shut, whimpering softly. She flicked a few more times and Mike felt the same burning length smack him again and again. He tried to grit his teeth and take the pain, but finally his lips parted and he cried out. This was terrible. He had seen porn like this, masturbated to porn like this, but never imagined how bad (and still somehow good) that burning sting would feel. The high-pitched noises he was making were actually turning him on. His brain struggled to resolve the erotic feelings with the humiliation of being the girl who was punished.
“Please stop...” he begged, tears rolling down his face. “I can’t tell you...”
Her eyes flicked back to the virtscreen and she frowned. “Strange... your brain patterns are so similar to Kyla’s, but I know you’re not her...” She looked at him again.
“Mike?” she asked, eyes widening.
Mike wanted to die just then. He felt a deep, deep shame rising up inside of him. It burned with a rushing warmth that spread through his whole body, and though he tried to prevent the blush from blooming on his face, there was nothing he could do. Even without a mirror, he knew his face had turned a deep enough crimson to match the color scheme of the room.
Amy didn’t miss the significance of that blush. She tossed her golden curls back over her shoulder and laughed and laughed at him until her eyes were brimming with tears. Bound as he was, all he could do was wait in humiliation while she wiped them away and calmed herself.
“Please, please Amy...” he said. “You can’t tell Kyla. She’ll tell my dad. She’ll tell everyone. Please...”
“Oh Mikey, Mikey, Mikey...” Amy said, still fighting back giggles as her laughter died down. “Who knew that you had such adorable little fantasies?” She started tapping her lower lip as if considering what to do with him. “You look so cute down on all fours like that, wearing your sister’s avatar.”
He felt the blood rush through his face again.
“Oh, you like that, don’t you?” Amy asked, her face dancing with amusement. “You like being a helpless little girl, subject to my every whim?” She crouched down near his face to whisper in his ear. “This is your deepest, darkest fantasy, isn’t it Mike?” He could feel the heat of her breath on his ear, turning him on. He wanted to protest, but his back arched without his consent, pushing his bottom higher. “Do you want to know what one of my fantasies is?” He felt her hand on his ass, suddenly, sliding down toward his sex. She stopped just short, fingers cupped against Mike’s inner thigh and rubbing in warm little circles. “I’ve always wanted to take a boy and turn him into a pretty little girl,” she whispered, forcing a single fingertip through glistening lips and gliding up the length of his wet, hot pussy. He gasped at the explosion of sensation and he jerked forward, but he was still locked to the floor. He was shaking with excitement, burning with shame.
“Please, Amy...” he panted out. “You can’t tell anyone...”
“Oh, I won’t,” she promised. “But you’re going to pay for my silence before I release you, little slave. First we’re going to have some fun.” She straightened up from her crouch and returned to her virtscreen. Mike whimpered at the dull ache her finger had left between his legs. His whole body shook with need to have her come back and finish what she’d started.
“Here’s what we’re going to do,” she said. “I’m going to have my fun with you, and if you’re very good and play along very well, I’ll let you go and never tell anyone this happened. Deal?”
Did he really have a choice? He held her eyes and nodded, still quivering.
“Good girl,” she said, smiling faintly. “First things first. You do look cute in your sister’s avatar, but it’s a little too weird for me. Let’s get you into something a little different.” She was tapping and sliding at her virtscreen, but Mike couldn’t tell what she was doing. Suddenly he was pulled to his feet, hands and legs snapping out around him. He hung there spread eagle, breasts heaving, stuck in the position. He saw Amy smirk at him over the top of her virtscreen. He had the strangest sensation of his body changing, but he couldn’t say how or what had changed. It was definitely still a female avatar, whatever she was doing. Then he felt his shift melt into two different pieces, rougher and tighter than before. One of them bound and lifted his breasts while the other clung to his hips and tightened snugly between
the cheeks of his ass.
After a moment, Amy opened a full length mirror next to him. He gawked at the girl staring back at him in it. She was still a tanned, pretty brunette with long, flowing hair, but she had soft brown eyes instead of his sister’s sharp greens, she was slighter of build, and she was two inches shorter than the previous avatar he’d worn. She was standing spread eagle, hair curled and heavy make-up perfectly accentuating her dark features. She was dressed in a lacy black push-up bra and matching thong. The sight of that, along with the feel of the rough lace against his ass and breasts, drew another little spasm out of Mike. While Amy and Kyla’s avatars were grown women in their early twenties, this girl didn’t look a day over eighteen. She looked... well, she looked like she could be Kyla’s avatar’s little sister.
“That’s better,” Amy said, smiling at her handiwork.
“How can you do all this?” he asked, panting.
“Virtnet hacking,” Amy explained. “Pretty advanced stuff. Who do you think taught your step-sister her programming skills, huh? I’ve got all kinds of fun toys for us to play with. Most of what I’m doing is highly illegal.” She arched an eyebrow at him, smiling. “But then, you won’t be telling anyone, will you?”
He gulped and shook his head, brown curls bobbing back and forth.
“I didn’t think so. Want another little taste of what I can do? Check this out... Mikala.”
What had she just called him? Amy tapped at her screen a few more times and Mike’s head spun... it felt like someone was unpacking his brain, jumbling it up in a box, and then shoving the pieces back in with a new arrangement.
Mikala blinked. What had Amy just done to her?
“Poor girl,” teased Amy. “I can see you’re confused.” She brushed her virtscreen to the side, where it hovered in the air, and slinked towards Mikala with a sly smile. Amy towered over her now. She reached out and rested a finger on Mikala’s lip, halting the stream of questions that threatened to come tumbling out of the trembling girl.
“Virtjacks directly interface with your brain,” Amy said, bringing her other hand to slide up Mikala’s torso and cupping her breast. “Which is how you actually feel these delightful sensations.” She squeezed once. Mikala stifled a gasp. Amy gently teased at her nipple, through the bra, and Mikala squirmed in her bindings. Amy leaned in close again. “But it also provides a backdoor for someone with unscrupulous intentions to root around in there and play with your thoughts,” she continued. “Which is why you might have noticed that you think your name is Mikala now, and you can’t think of yourself without using female pronouns.”
Now Mikala did gasp. Amy was right. She understood that in fact her name was Mike, and that she was a boy, but for some reason she couldn’t seem to wrap her head around the concepts and apply them to herself right now. They kept sliding away from her. Stop thinking your name is Mikala, she thought. You’re not a girl, you’re a boy! she thought. It was no use. Her brain told her that her name was Mikala and that she was a girl, like she’d been born with the knowledge.
“I don’t think we need these bindings anymore,” Amy said, tapping Mikala on the nose. And just like that, her hands and legs were free. She started to fall to her knees, sore after being held spread eagle for so long, but Amy caught her wrist and held her up, one hand sliding around Mikala’s slender waist to pull her close once again. She wiggled against Amy, trying to push away, but the taller girl was also so much stronger than Mikala’s new avatar. Amy held her fast, laughing.
“Sorry, Mikala,” she said. “Your hot little body wasn’t made to fight.” Amy leaned in close, brushing her soft cheek against Mikala’s jawline and whispered into her ear, once again: “But that doesn’t mean you don’t have other uses.” She jerked Mikala’s wrist down and twisted it behind her back, forcing her towards the bed. Mikala whimpered and struggled against Amy, legs tensing and pushing as they edged towards the silky sheets. She’d never felt so powerless. Mikala couldn’t decide if she felt humiliated or more turned on than she’d ever been. Maybe both.
Amy shoved Mikala the last foot towards the bed with a thrust of her hips, hanging onto her wrists as she tumbled onto the sheets, bent over the side of the bed. Then Amy was behind her again, one arm pinning her down, pelvis thrust against Mikala’s backside, grinding into her. Her other hand dropped to Mikala’s pussy, fingers thrumming a cadence against her clit through the thin material of her thong. Mikala moaned, suddenly lost in ecstasy.
“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 trie
d 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.
