Linda shivered before dusk but not from any chill. Her "real" body was back in her apartment, hooked up to her computer which fed her mind virtual images. In this make-believe land, she stood atop a grassy ridge, naked as the day she'd been born, looking down at the sluggish brown river threading through the darkening jungle. A newbie at simucroms, she found the realism amazing.
A rustle behind her brought her heart to her mouth, and she whirled to find a small Indian woman standing where none had been a moment ago. She was clothed in a sari which flowed from her compact breasts to her small bare feet like silken vapor. From her forehead, a ruby glimmered in the rising moonlight.
"Good evening, Linda. I am Janna"
Linda gaped at the intruder, realizing that the girl before her was as artificial as the grass beneath their feet and the gathering stars overhead.
"We thank you for purchasing and installing our blueware." The voice was singsongy, lyrical. "Before proceeding, you must realize this program disables all override commands. What happens will be beyond your control. Do you agree to this?"
Linda had purchased this particular adult-adventure simulation based on snippets of conversation overheard around the office water cooler. She'd always been curious about bondage and domination, but her introversion was a problem. At first, blueware seemed the perfect compromise, but noticing the loose coil of rope that had appeared in Janna's demure hands, she felt doubt. Her voice frozen; she could only nod acceptance.
Janna slipped around her. "Hands behind, please."
Nimble fingers looped rope around Linda's wrists, tugging knots home with firm confidence. One moment there was freedom, the next, she was firmly under the program's control. She'd hardly come to grips with this when ropes looped around her elbows, drawing them close, forcing her breasts boldly out. A blush came to her cheeks.
Janna appeared not to notice the Linda's agitation as she bade her to sit on the grass, then settled to take the girl's feet into her lap. Linda blinked when she saw a new loop of white rope appear in her captor's hands. As her ankles and knees were bound, she realized that this was, indeed, an artificial reality. Her captor could summon anything required.
The last knot in place, Janna smiled up at the bound girl. "Are you comfortable?" With legs locked together and her arms cruelly pinioned, Linda hesitantly nodded. Somehow, she DID feel comefortable. Janna's smile broadened and she eased closer, her warm, dark hands tracing their way along her captive's flanks. Her face came nearer and Linda found she could no longer lean back, not without toppling. Then Janna's lips were pressing against hers, and the aroma of sandalwood filled Linda's senses. The kiss lingered for some time before breaking.
"That was my kiss for you," Janna droned lazily. "Now it is your turn." She climbed to her feet and stepped over the prone bound girl. Linda's widening eyes were swept beneath the sari's spread. In the hot darkness, she felt Janna settle carefully over her like a mother hen over a delicate egg. For a moment Linda resisted, but guiding fingers and a musky scent urged her to comply. Janna smiled upwards into the artificial moonlight.
* * *
"Please finish me," Linda croaked into the grass while her arms were corded behind her. "Please. I'm about to explode."
"Patience, Linda," Janna soothed as she tugged home the knots, ignoring the flailing fingers. "Your time shall come. I promise you."
Linda groaned and let her forehead fall into the soft loam. After their introduction, she'd been bound to a fallen tree and tickled near to death. Then she'd been bound into a round pink ball and fondled to wit's end and beyond. There had been no chance of escape from Janna's tiny grasp. One moment her captor would be releasing her, and suddenly she would be in a new situation, her last chance gone as the knot went home. If she'd had a moment and a free hand, she could have brought herself relief. But Janna was unrelenting. More ropes looped beneath her breasts, pinning her arms to her sides.
"Terminate program," Linda spat.
"Your overrides are disabled. I told you so," Janna pleasantly chided as she worked. Linda tried to roll off her belly but Janna settled across her legs, pinning them, tying her ankles crosswise. She bucked once or twice more but the small girl held her in place effortlessly. It was then that Linda realized that she would have no hope of breaking free or overwhelming the small brown woman as long as this program was active. Defeated, she slumped.
"Now that's better," Janna beamed. She rose up, threading a rope from the prone girl's ankles through her wrists. Linda felt herself being drawn up like a bow, her heels brushing her fingers. Suddenly everything hurt. Her heart hammered beneath Janna's coils.
"Have mercy! You're folding me in two!"
Janna patted a buttock and gave her rope a final pull, bringing wrists and ankles together. Pain and frustration roared through her victim.
"You're killing me!" A tear of helpless rage runneled down Linda's cheek.
"I am not," reassured Janna. She stepped forward to stand over the face-down woman, a small foot planted to either side. As she knelt down, Linda felt the brush of silk and the pressure of the woman's damp mound against her back.
"I'm monitoring your body every moment," Janna whispered into the helpless woman's ear. Her hands slipped like snakes around Linda to settle on her pinioned breasts, brown fingers working erect nipples. "If you were truly dying, you would not be displaying such sexual signs. You are excited, which is where I want you to be, and where you will stay."
Linda sobbed beneath the tormenting caress, teetering on an orgasm that would not come. Then firm fingers pressed a rolled-up cloth into her mouth, stifling her sorrows. A ribbon of silk tied the gag home. The bound girl wondered about his - certainly no one could hear them atop this moonlit grassy hillock in the midst of an endless tropical jungle. Then she realized how ludicrous that was - no one could hear them at all. They were in a simucrom. She was totally under Janna's control. The gag only for effect. Without the ability to remark, Linda existed solely to be used.
Janna bustled around her, tightening a rope here, adding a coil there. Linda was now more an object than a human. Unable to speak or to move, she simply existed. As if to confirm this, Janna reached between her opened legs, eliciting a muffled gasp from the girl before her.
"Quite wet. Very good. We are making wonderful progress."
Hog-tied, Linda could only lay and hope. But rather than molesting her further, Janna sat on the grass and began to chitter away about this and that. Her expressive hands moved like bats in the night, and Linda, her cheek upon the cool grass, found herself drawn to them. With the pain of her bonds and the soothing chatter, she felt her pounding near-orgasm beginning to fade. Then she realized that Janna was actually playing with herself. A brush here, and touch there. As the captive watched, it became more and more apparent. The small woman played with her silk-shrouded nipples and rubbed her clit, all the while asking if Linda enjoyed such "womanly matters". The small woman shuddered in delight, to which Linda cursed, realizing that her hornyness was rising again. She shut her eyes and tried to ignore the moans which drifted over her, but it was of no use. She was slowly going crazy.
"Oh Linda," Janna purred. "Don't ignore me. I want you to watch me." Linda kept her eyes closed. There came a rustle, and something brushed over her cheek. At first she thought it was a hand, but then she realized that Janna had extended a brown foot and was stoking her cheek with it. Toes traced the gag playfully, and a wonderful earthy scent drifted over her. A tear of frustration dribbled down, and the Indian woman thoughtfully dabbed it away with her instep. Finally, mercifully, the torment stopped. Janna told her that she would be right back and rustled off into the darkness.
Linda could only lay, feeling her emotional tide slowly run back out. There was no escaping the ropes nor her little brown captive. She ached for release on all levels. Time drug past, and finally Janna returned. In her hand was some sort of oblong fruit, sheathed in green leaves. It looked something like corn.
"I found this for you. We call it a 'mangrove'." A sweet giggle. "For obvious reasons."
Janna had peeled the leaves away. Linda's eyes fell on a shape that look something like - no, exactly like a male sexual organ. It glimmered in the moonlight from its juices. Still holding the stalk, the smiling chestnut girl moved behind Linda. There was a rustle of kneeling, and suddenly something began to push its way into her.
Linda shook her head - this was too much. But there was little she could do. Janna's persistent pressure eventually shoved the gourd into her hot, wet sheath. With expert attentions, her captor moved it back and forth, in and out, playing it inside her like a master plays her instrument. Linda moaned through her gag, feeling it all rush back. She gasped animal noises into her saliva-soaked cloth, straining towards her one universal goal. A heartbeat from release, and then the member was pulled from her with a disinterested motion.
"That's enough of that for now," Janna said primly. Tossing the fruit into the darkness, she began ticking Linda's soles once again. The nerve-jangling torment shattered her buildup like a hammer through glass, and her stifled shudders were a combination of laughter and sobs.
* * *
Linda had given up on reason. There was no earthy way that Janna could have suspended her from the branches of this large tree, not without pulleys. But here she was, hanging head-down, her feet tied well apart, her hands bound into the small of her back. Blood rushed to her head as she looked down at the grass a foot away. Helplessness had become her world.
Brown feet came within view and a small silver pitcher was placed on the grass, a sweet fragrance drifting from its curiously high-edged spout. Janna took a moment to cup the inverted buttocks and kiss Linda's mound. Linda gasped again - in this endless night, gasping was becoming very routine.
Janna squatted playfully in view, meeting Linda's haggard gaze.
"Do you like honey?" She picked up the pitcher and held it before Linda's reddened face. The sweet odor intensified. "Its my favorite treat. My trouble is that I like it better warm than cold." A mischievous smile. "And that is your function."
Linda could only watch as Janna stood before her. The girl stood very close, and Linda could smell her womanish scent. The pelvis area was only a few inches away, and suddenly Linda wanted nothing more that to lick and suck it until Janna was begging for mercy. She tried to rock but could come no closer. Janna ignored her desperate attempts.
The hanging girl stiffened. Something cold had been placed against the lips of her vagina. Then she remembered the pitcher with its curious pour-spout. There was little she could do as their silver surfaces wedged her open. A moment later, a creeping coldness flowed down through her as the Janna upended the vessel. Linda closed her eyes, her breathing course.
And then Janna was kneeling before her, cupping her face with tiny brown hands. "It takes a little while for the honey to heat. I know a way to quicken the process." She then kissed Linda, on the lips, on the neck, and on her breasts. Slowly, methodically, seductively. Linda could only hang in her suffering. When she tried to avert her face, Janna took two handfuls of hair and laughed low in her throat, stealing kisses that her captive would not give. Finally the kissing ended. Janna stood again, her private regions rubbing against Linda's face once again. Placing hands once again on buttocks, she began to lap at the honey like a kitten. Linda turned her face towards the grass and howled like an animal.
* * *
The lightening sky cast its glow across Linda's spread-eagled form. Thick pegs had been driven into the ground, and Linda had been suspended about a foot clear of the grass. She could not move nor cared too; she was absolutely spent.
The churning of her emotions, the erotic ups and downs, had taken its toll. She moaned, her head hanging back, her blood confused and agitated, her muscles sore and cramped. Her bonds were no longer needed - she was under Janna's power.
The Indian woman stood between Linda's spread legs, the dawn to her back, as regal and mighty as a chess queen. A quiet smile graced her dark lips, and a single strand of lose hair played across her forehead ruby. "Linda," she called. With a groan, the girl before her managed to bring her head up to squint towards her captive. "It is time."
With that simple proclamation, Janna slipped down between the open legs, her hands tracing their passage towards Linda's sex. The bound girl felt herself stirring again, her confused emotions aligning along her sexual drives. The pace quickened. Then came the silky brush of dark cheeks against her inner thighs, the darting wetness of the tongue that played against her, followed by its wiggling invasion. Linda's fingers locked around her bonds and squeezed, from her throat came the grunts of a lower-order animal. She felt herself linger at her high-water mark and continue past. The orgasm broke over her, tearing a cry from her throat as she vibrated in her bonds.
Janna kept it up, working the woman better than any professional alive. With her ability to monitor her captive's vital signs, she knew just how to play her prisoner to wring out every ounce of sexual energy. Linda lost count of the number of raptures she'd experienced. Eventually they all merged into a continuous stream, slowly draining down to nothing.
She hung rocking in her bondage, her breathing shallow yet steady. In Janna's hand, a small curved knife appeared and she cut the bonds away to lower the girl to the grass. The pale girl lay limp, happy just to be still, no longer a slave and a toy. Meanwhile, Janna massaged her limbs, working out the kinks and knots from the long night's adventure. After a while, she realized that Linda was watching her dreamily and sat back on her knees with a warm smile.
"I am glad that I could entertain you, Linda. This blueware is now at an end. Control has been returned to you. We are now running under your standard virtual reality loop."
"We are?"
Janna nodded demurely.
And then tipped over backwards. Her clothing was gone. White ropes crisscrossed her upper torso, pinning her arms behind her trim dusky form. Her ankles were drawn up and tied to her thighs, hobbling her and yet leaving her pussy absolutely exposed.
Linda rose and stepped over the bound girl, her eyes roving up and down every inch of her captivity. She put her hand out and a cloth gag instantly appeared, which she forced between pearl-like teeth. As she tied the gag in place, she smiled down into concerned dark eyes.
"Yes, Janna, I do have control now. My computer is mine, and I can do anything I want. All night, I've been thinking of what I was going to do to you when I got the chance. Well, we've got a lot of ground to cover, honey. And when I get tired, I'll pop you into long term storage and pull you out when I'm rested."
In her opened hand, a mangrove fruit appeared. She pulled away its leafy wrappings with a feral grin.
"Shall we begin?" With one hand, she began working the gourd into her
new captive while the other played across the girls hardening nipples.
Over the gag, the brown eyes flashed in contentment.
20.02.05
story continues in Simucrom 2
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