This choice: Call your friends round to have some fun with your new "AI" • Go Back...Chapter #4Call your friends round to have some fun with y... by: Mr. George   In the sim, the new arrival was free of his addiction, though not free of his poor judgement. His limp body was easy to patch up. At least, the worst of his injuries. As a final security measure, you close the door on his VR pod. It's strong enough to prevent someone being physically ripped out of the VR environment, so you assume sturdy enough to survive if he somehow woke, and wanted to break out.
Returning to your console, you enter the pod ID and find him in the virtual world. He looks just as wired, just as strung out in VR, as he was in the flesh. Residual body image having ensured he ended up with a body he recognised.
The camera view easily followed, as he ducked into an alley. He was pathetic, but at the same time still dangerous. He deserved a little punishment, even now he looked like a predator.
"That's something I can fix." you thought, as you flexed your fingers. A few keystrokes, had your first punishment ready and lined up for use.
Your finger hovered over the 'enter' button. No second thoughts causing you any concern, no anxiety, just sheer anticipation.
"Goodbye predator, hello prey."
Stabbing the button, you kept your eye on him. The image rippled and changed. Immediately the difference was obvious, to you and him. He'd lost several inches in height, and stumbled. He dismissed the stumble, as dizziness at the new viewpoint. But you knew it was down to the high-heels he was now wearing.
The real changes were hidden beneath the same thick coat he probably slept in. Watching his face, you see the uncertainty and fear flash across his new face. His hands patting at the smothering coat, the sense of wrongness building and building. Rubbing your hands, you see realization dawn on her face. The awkward angle of her ankle in those new shoes, the odd constriction in the clothes.
Almost bouncing with excitement in your seat, you see her grip the edge of her coat, trying to ignore, to dismiss the slender fingers she now controlled, and with a suddenness of somebody plunging into icy water, she ripped the coat wide open.
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She looked like a flasher... if scantily clad women were flashers in dirty overcoats in dark alleys. As if recalling the last few minutes, you see her run her hand over her arm. Squeezing her soft flesh, searching for the broken bone, staring at her hands for signs of blood.
Stabbing another button on the keyboard, you have 'Voice of God' activated.
"You're in my world, now. Bitch!" You snarl.
The words echo around the alley, deafeningly loud, but audible only to your robber. Her head snaps around looking for the source of the voice. You have to wonder how stoned he was... did he even know it was a VR experience he was robbing.
You listen as he tries to address the empty air. It's the usual snivelling excuses, and pleading. You don't feel sympathetic, the memory of the adrenaline, the violence still too fresh to ignore or forgive.
You double check that he's in the fully 18+ version of the game. The sleazy streets will be a new experience for her. Deciding you've heard enough of her whining, you decide to set some rules for her game. Doubting she'll listen at the moment, you stab another button. A range of sleazy options appears. With the full version of the game, you can indulge quite a range of fetishes, and fascinations.
Her voice cuts off, with a tap of the keyboard. Her eyes widen, her fingers scrabble at the gag that's appeared over the lower half of her face. Finding nothing to claw at the panic fills her eyes.
"Calm down, girl." your voice fills her ears once more.
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Her nostrils flare, as she fights for calm, and she forces her muscles loose to properly listen to you.
"Your name is now Aiko Tanaka, and you're a whore. You'll be ungagged once I've laid out the rules."
Her reaction is hard to judge with so much of her face hidden, but she isn't happy. The promise of the gag being removed does make her willing to listen. Typing in the victory conditions, you tell her to walk the streets, until you're ready to set out the rules, her new background, and what she needs to do.
With cruel delight, you switch on time-dilation in the sim. It'll make time in the sim last longer than time in the real world. Her pace takes on a comedic quick step, with her pacing back and forth in the alley. She races out, at an exaggerated walk, as random tramp wanders in.
The public safety of being visible makes her squirm, and button up the long coat. But the neighbourhood isn't great, and it's night in the sim too. Her choice of clothes... Well, your choice of her clothes adds to her discomfort. The neon lights advertise all kinds of trashy entertainment. She hurries past the whores working their corners, cheeks flushing at how similar she looks to them.
The gag is drawing too much attention, so you vanish it. Aiko's fingers brush over her full, pouting lips, her chest rising and falling as she gulps air deep into her lungs.
Returning to her backstory, you type with the occasional chuckle to yourself. Usually it's the client that sets up what they want from the sim, but you want that to be as trashy and degrading as possible.
Finally you have the props ready in the cache ready to add to the environment. You tap the 'Voice of God' key, and the sim slows to normal speed. The change invisible to her, a glance to the in-game clock telling you the five minutes of your typing was two hours for her of street walking in the red-light district.
She feels the new additions arrive in her coat pocket. Her hands dive in the deep pockets, snatching out the contents. The disgust on her face, as she opens her clawed hand to find a fistful of condoms, and a purse.
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