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The Slavering, Chapter 07
On Tuesday, a woman sat next to Cheri in her Women's Studies class. The
woman took careful notes. Cheri ignored her. The turnover for this class
was thirty percent per quarter. Most people comped the course. Cheri used
it to do her homework in other classes. She had her secretary set to take
notes, and to prompt her whenever the instructor or the TA called on her.
The woman leaned over towards the end. "How do you pass this class?"
"I read all the course material and finished the workbooks in the first
week."
"Why are you here?"
"I might learn something." Cheri looked up. "Are you one of the
instructors?"
"No. I've been assigned to you by Shiok Labs. Grief counselor."
"Wasn't aware I was grieving."
"It was the closest category that insurance would pick up. Life choices
is not on their list."
"I'm headed to the Student U to catch a snack. Do you eat?"
"I eat. Why do you ask?"
"Your eyes track. They don't saccade. The perfume is helpful but it
doesn't quite cover the odor of biomedical implants."
"Are you asking if I am fully human?"
"Augmented, at the minimum," Cheri said. "Moderately modified. An anime
bodice, if I had to guess."
"You guess correctly."
"I have an appointment at the frat house at noon. I catch meals between
classes. Are you game?"
********
"Why are you doing this?" Kota17 asked.
Cheri leaned back. "I discovered sex this year. Turns out, I have
talent."
"There are more fulfilling ways to form a relationship."
"If you say so."
"I'd like you to take a few surveys." Kota17 passed them to Cheri's
specs.
"How do you want me to score them?"
Kota17 blinked.
"Tesla taught me how to score anywhere I want on these surveys. Myers-
Briggs? Pfft. These others? I have more advanced surveys between comment
and uncomment in The Slavering 2."
"How do those surveys score you?"
"Any way I want them to, sister."
"You meet the criteria for a trauma gun. I think you could benefit from a
Mem2 and audio-visual aids."
"Brain mods. Can I see the specifications? And the software."
Kota17 paused. "Central wants to know what you intend."
"I'm not putting anything in my brain that I haven't vetted. I didn't
wear an Tactile AV suite until I'd modified it. I don't wear smart
clothes without examining the hardware and software."
"The data packet exceeds what your specs will handle."
"Send it to my work station."
********
The Mem2 was state-of-the-art. It worked better than Cheri expected. All
the brain mods did. As an unexpected side benefit, her sense of smell
improved and she now had a rudimentary electrical sense. She could feel
magnets. She could hear sparks of lightning and feel the hum of sixty
cycles.
She had absolutely no sense of static charges, though. She learned that
lesson painfully. Capacitors.
Cheri no longer needed her specs to call up visual overlays or to send
and receive voice mail. She wore the specs anyway. She felt naked without
them. They now served as safety glasses. They also obscured her iris
patterns, one of the original functions of celeb glasses. And camouflage.
In a world where most people wore specs to help with everyday tasks -
Where is my bike? - a person without them drew attention.
She moved her secretary to Mem2 and stored work programs on her specs.
Cheri breezed through finals, not using Mem2 once, or the other brain
mods.
Brent's demands were entertaining for a while. However, on the day before
finals, Cheri dumped him.
"I'll see you at the Bloop," he told her.
Cheri smiled and thought, "Not in this lifetime."
She and Xi assembled a tentacle monster, intending to enter it into the
contests for Rescue! 3D.
The Safety Officer for IBC, a woman named Susan Zapado, inspected the
robot. "Too much sex," she declared. "Not enough combat. Try Natrix. They
might license this design for home use.
********
On the Saturday after finals, a white van with sunblasted paint and a
faded logo for Ming's Flowers pulled up beside Cheri as she walked home
from the Student Mover. Cheri recognized the driver, Papi Fula. One of
Brent's friends. He'd been a regular at the frat house, an associate
member or perhaps an old alum. "Get in," he said.
Cheri surprised herself by opening the door and sitting on the front
seat. Her hands locked the door, rolled up the window, and pulled the
seat belt around.
She looked in the back. "Saseko."
Saseko nodded. She looked stunned.
Cheri saw Brent, sitting in the third row with two women. Two naked
women. Cheri didn't recognize either woman.
The naked women were masturbating. Openly.
Brent said, "I didn't think you would get in the van."
Cheri panicked. Her glasses opaqued. She took them off, putting them in
her purse. It took a moment to find her voice.
"Stop the van," she said quietly.
Papi said, "Eh?" He mimed not hearing her well.
"Stop." Cheri managed to speak that word plainly.
Papi pulled into the parking lot for Little Tetons city park. Cheri had
fucked Brent and two of his friends on a picnic table just out of sight
from the road. She'd done stand-ups in the public toilet.
"In or out," Brent said. "We're headed to the Bloop."
Cheri reached for the door. Her hands shook. Palsied. She pulled at the
door latch weakly.
Papi reached across, brushing her boob. "You have to unlock it first."
His touch lingered. He undid one of her buttons.
Cheri felt a thrill of alarm, mixed with the thrill of anticipation. A
sexual response. Two weeks ago? She might have reacted differently. But
she had decided.
No more.
She tried to say something. All she managed was an inarticulate noise.
Papi unlocked the door. His hand returned to her blouse. He unbuttoned
another button.
"Thank you," Cheri said, then was cross with herself for the mixed
message. She'd meant thank-you for unlocking the door, but said this just
as he unbuttoned her blouse.
She looked at the door. She looked outside. She knew what would happen if
she stayed in the van.
Papi said, "Show me your tits."
"You've seen them," Cheri said. She unbuttoned buttons.
"I have." Papi glanced into the back seat. "Those are nice, Saseko. Put
them away. Or strip to your panties. Whichever you choose."
Saseko threw her t-shirt and bra at Papi's head. A moment later, she hit
him with her denim skirt.
Papi glanced at Cheri. He frowned. "Well. Your shirt's open. That's a
start. You're wearing a bra?"
Cheri nodded. She opened her shirt and showed it to him. She was very
aware of the warmth between her legs. She squeezed her thighs together.
Why was she waggling her boobs at him?
Papi glanced at her purse. "You still have test strips and condoms in
your purse?"
Cheri nodded. "Uh-huh."
"Show 'em to me."
Cheri fell on her purse with relief. If he'd asked her to remove the bra,
she was worried she might comply. She pulled out test strips. She pulled
out a condom. She pulled out a vibrator, a spider, and handcuffs.
Why hadn't she gotten rid of these? She stared at the handcuffs blankly.
A gift from Brent.
"Pants off," Papi said. "Panties, too. Test yourself. Then test Saseko
and the girls in the back."
"Test." Cheri couldn't complete the sentence. She could barely say the
word.
"Test yourself for diseases. Now."
Cheri undid the seatbelt. She pulled off her shorts and panties in one
motion. She smeared a test strip on her pussy, which was already juiced
and very sensitive. She tested her arse and mouth. She tested her
nipples, pulling her bra up to get at them. She put four test strips in
the reader.
"Middle seat." Papi motioned to the back.
Cheri called up her Audio1 chip. She dialed 999.
*Number not in service.*
Her secretary asked, "Have you paid your bill?"
Cheri moaned. The emergency number should work no matter what. She tried
again.
*Not in service.*
Wait, the number for 911 was ... 999? She dialed 211.
*Not in service.*
Why couldn't she dial 911?
"Back seat," Papi commanded again. "You know you want it."
Cheri glanced at the door. She locked it.
"Unlock the door, rabbit. We have two more to pick up."
Cheri unlocked the door. She launched herself at the middle seat.
Graceless. She saved breaking her nose at the last moment. She locked
eyes with Brent.
He said, "The side door is unlocked." He nodded to the panel door. "It's
not too late to hop out. Although if you leave now, you go naked as a
bumba bunny. Want to negotiate? We'll start you with stand-ups."
Cheri sat next to Saseko. She reached forward and grabbed her purse. She
fumbled with it, pulling out test strips and the reader. She handed the
vibrator, the spider, the handcuffs, and another vibrator to Brent.
Christ on a T-bar, how many vibrators did she have? She found a lipstick
vibrator and handed this to Brent also.
Then she tested Saseko. It didn't surprise Cheri that Saseko was also
slippery down there. Aroused and juicing.
Cheri's test strips all came up negative. Saseko tested positive for
venereal moles, but most people had those. At Brent's prompting, Cheri
stripped, removing her own top and bra. She knelt on the middle seat,
facing rearwards. She lurched partway over the middle seat, giving Brent
a view of her tits, and easy access to them.
Her occasional bouts of clumsiness puzzled her, but she'd seen this
before. This, exactly. Herky-jerky compliance with occasional palsy and
muscle weakness, but also full strength and good motor control while
compliant. The NPC victims of Slavering 2 displayed these symptoms when
first captured.
She'd been hijacked? A sinking feeling turned into heat in her loins. The
thing she'd feared had come true. A person, a crowd, or a program was
operating her like a puppet. The spinal derm that transferred sensations
of touch, heat, and cold to her from the game was supposed to only play
tactile signals and proprioception. Not motor signals. However, it had
been developed as a spinal prosthesis that allowed paraplegics to walk
and quadriplegics to dance. In the game, a player installed malware in
the NPC's AVS rig to bypass the safeties that prevented full motor
control of body muscles. It was supposed to be impossible to do this in
real life.
Apparently it was possible. When she didn't actively resist the motor
control, the machine had full use of her body, from the neck down. When
she resisted, it dampened her non-compliant signals and amplified
compliant micromovements. This resulted in weakness and palsy. It could
also result in lurching and jerky gross motor control. Clumsy and
graceless.
As the machine learned to play her body, compliance would increase and
non-compliant acts would become rare.
She still had full use of her head and her voice. In theory. She knew
from the game that there were workarounds for this, too. The most
effective methods involved corrupting her wetware. Brain bugs.
She should have never agreed to brain mods. Or the damned feelie suit.
Cheri saw Brent consider touching her boobs, which hung over the back
seat in offering. A shock of anticipation shot through her. She startled
when Saseko started to finger her. Cheri eased her legs open. She moaned
and squirmed. She wondered how much of this was active control, and how
much was ... voluntary?
The two women in the back opened their mouths and let Cheri test them.
They presented their breasts. They stood to let her test them vaginally.
Cheri fingered both women briefly. Neither objected.
They turned around and presented for anal testing. One of them squirmed
for it.
Brent said, "Tracy doesn?t like butt stuff. She?ll learn."
Then Cheri tested Brent. She didn?t bother with his mouth. She tested his
dick. It was slippery with pre-cum.
He tested positive for motility. The fucker was fertile.
Cheri said, "You?re off your pills." She wanted to say, "Let us go." She
wanted to scream and rage. She wanted to murder him.
Brent said, "Been off for a week. Just for you." He winked.
She could barely speak. "At least you don?t have warts anymore."
Papi called out. "All right girls, the van?s not moving until all four of
you cum. Everyone masturbates. First one to cum gives me a knobber. The
last one to cum rides Brent as we drive."
Cheri was first to cum.
And last.
********
Brad flipped the back two seats down to form a bed. "Who wants to get
pregnant?" he asked.
Cheri watched, unbelieving, as her hand rose. A sense of unreality set
in. Dreamlike.
Or like playing the game. She found herself trying to log off.
Brent smiled. "Hop on." He laid on the bed.
Cheri eased herself onto Brent?s dick. The other women crowded around,
except for Saseko, who had climbed onto Papi and was already bouncing
through her first orgasm.
Brent instructed the other women. "Make Cheri cum. Play with her titties.
Use the toys."
Hands and mouths and kisses. Cheri went spastic with pleasure.
Brent grabbed her hips. He fucked her forcefully.
Cheri came repeatedly on Brent?s dick. They picked up two more women.
Saseko tested them.
Cheri was too busy.
********
After Brent came, he made Cheri sit there, with his dick still inside
her. "Play with your tits," he said.
She did.
He fingered her until she came again. He put his finger in her mouth.
It tasted of semen and girl cum.
Brent wiped away Cheri?s tears. "Make me hard again," he said.
She did.
********
Papi parked the van in the parking lot by the Bloop and Ballast.
Cheri climbed onto Brent again. She didn?t know why. Rather, she did
know, but she didn?t want to face the reality of it.
Delaying the inevitable? Cheri thought to herself, "Get it over with."
She wanted him to take her inside and leave forever.
Brent encouraged her to bounce. He said, "Tell me to cum inside you."
"You ... already...." Cheri was having trouble speaking again.
"This is your new home."
Cheri shook her head briefly. She held onto the other women and bucked
through another orgasm.
She?d never climaxed this easily before.
"Say you want my baby. Say it."
"Inside," she said. "Baby."
Brent pushed her off of him. "Later," he said. He looked at the other
women. "Stop her. Don?t let her touch herself."
Cheri moaned with need. He?d ruined her orgasm.
Papi said, "Get dressed. Time to check in."
Cheri pulled on clothes. They weren?t hers. She didn?t care.
********
Brent collected bounties for four new employees. Papi collected two
bounties.
The woman at the front desk motioned for Cheri. "Name," she said.
"Cheri Smith. No middle name." Cheri felt exhausted. Emotionally drained.
Brent?s semen dripped down her thigh.
"ID?"
Cheri handed over her driver?s license, student ID, SWID, and passport.
The woman checked the passport. "Wanna do your time in Japan? Russia?"
Cheri shrugged.
"You give us trouble and that?s where you?re going."
"I won?t be trouble. Um. Can I ask?"
"Yes?"
"Can I get a bed away from my mom?"
"No, honey. That bed?s been reserved for you for two months."
"Mom?s been here two months?"
"When she?s not doing time at the SOU."
"JerseyMax?" Cheri asked. "Sex offenders?" Cheri shuddered. She felt a
thrill. She rubbed her thighs together.
"I?m going to be sick," she said.
"Throw up in the waste bin. Sign here."
Cheri knelt by the waste bucket. It smelled of vomit and menstrual blood.
She somebody?s pad. Nasty.
Nothing came up. She stood. She signed her name without looking. She kept
her gaze fixed on the woman. "Are you Jenny?" she asked. "Jenny?s
Teacup?"
"I am."
"I should have signed at the Teacup."
"You?d have ended up here. Strip. All your possessions go into the box.
Earrings, too. Good girl. Follow Mr. Commorth to your assigned bed. He?s
yours for twenty minutes. He also booked your mom. Don?t disappoint."
"Commorth?" Cheri was confused, for a moment. "Oh." Brent Commorth. She
took a deep breath. She followed.
********
Brent gave Cheri a babydoll nightie to wear. It matched what her mother
was already wearing. He chained Cheri?s ankle to the bed. He made her sit
with her mom as he took pictures.
Cheri glanced at her mom. "Rejuve?" She smiled for the camera.
Sheri nodded. "What are you here for?"
"IUD."
"Hope it was worth it."
Cheri coughed. She smiled again, no longer surprised that smiling gave
her a thrill. "It?s been a strange ride, Mom."
********
Brent fucked Cheri?s mom, then fingered Cheri for a moment. He posed them
both, transferring some of the semen from Cheri?s pussy to her mom?s, so
they looked about equal. He made Sheri lick his finger clean. "Push it
out," he said. "Wait." He transferred some of the goo from Sheri to
Cheri. "Pose again. Look back and smile. Perfect." He put his finger in
Cheri?s mouth this time.
Cheri rolled her eyes and sucked.
Brent pat both of them on the head. "See you tomorrow." Then he left.
********
Cheri spent eighty days at the B&B. She did two weeks at the SOU. It was
just as impersonal and degrading as her days in the Bloop. Forty-five
minutes per session at the prison. Fifteen minutes to clean up for the
next inmate. Sometimes she did teams. Rape training.
They were training them to rape?
Three weeks in on Cheri?s stint at the Bloop, Sheri finished her
contract. They called her to the front. She dressed in her civvies and
came back long enough to hug Cheri and two other women.
"Any messages?" Sheri asked.
"I don?t want trouble," Cheri said.
"Want me to punch him?"
********
Cheri smiled. She shook her head. "Got a customer, Mom. Bye."
Cheri missed Registration and Enrollment at Girls College.
Tesla met her at the front room as Cheri was released from the Bloop.
"Where?s Mom?" Cheri asked.
"She has a shift at the Teacup."
"Jesus fuck."
"You wanna come home? Are those your clothes?"
"The clothes I was wearing."
"Kota17 opened her appointment book for you."
"Probably need it." Cheri sighed. "Guess I?ll get a job. I missed the
first semester, ya?"
"I enrolled you. Hope you don?t mind judo. You need a PE credit. It was
that or Tai Chi."
"Better than wrestling. Had enough of that."
********
The exit paycheck from the Bloop was disappointing. But residuals and
profit sharing from Slavering 2 made next month?s rent a possibility.
On the way home, Cheri asked Tesla, "Did you find out who did it?"
"No."
"Was it Brent?"
"I think he was complicit. I can?t see him writing code like that."
"You found the code?"
"Yes."
"Something to work from."
"Cheri, it?s your style."
********
Cheri took a long shower in the panopticon. She only masturbated once.
This was a huge change from showers at the Bloop, where she?d masturbated
incessantly. Or shared with a customer.
"Where are my clothes?" Cheri asked. "These are all props."
Tesla said, "They took over your room."
"Fuck."
"Ask Waren."
Cheri picked out clothes from what had been her dresser. "Post modern
porn star. I should stand on a street corner. Pick up tourists."
"Don?t make jokes like that. Someone or something is listening. We can?t
be certain you killed all the spyware."
Cheri grunted.
********
Cheri knocked on Waren?s door. His office was still done in 19th-century
bawdy house. Reds, gold, velvet. Tassels. Oil paintings done in that
century?s style. But the women were current employees. Cheri asked,
"Where are my clothes?"
He looked her up and down. "Those look good on you. You owe me for three
months of electric."
Cheri groaned. "You want a stand-up? I?m out of test strips and condoms."
"Deal was for a photo shoot, the first month."
"I remember the deal."
"Negotiations after that. How about a shoot?"
"A what?"
"Audition for Sticky Ends 4. Live and wired, with audience participation.
Takes and retakes?"
Cheri felt a familiar twinge down low. She shrugged. "Why not. Sure,
Waren, I?ll audition for Sticky Ends 4. Should I call my mom?"
********
Cheri?s clothes were in the props room. Not for the first time, Cheri
noticed a trap door in the floor of props room. Today it was unlocked.
She opened it. She looked into the room below.
An office. It looked a bit like the set in the front room. A chair, a
desk, a casting couch. It also had a sex chair, a sling, a vibrating
saddle on a gymnast?s horse. And a door, which was shut.
The trapdoor latch operated something in the room. Cheri played with the
latch. It sounded like it locked and unlocked the door below.
Cheri shut the trapdoor.
"Nope, nope, a double truckload of nope."
********
She found herself peering into that room every time she found the props
room unlocked. The next time she saw Waren, she asked, "What?s with the
office under the props room?"
"Tentacle room," Waren said. "We use it when we?re doing hentai."
"Do you have a key?" Cheri asked.
"It?s unlocked."
"No, I found a door in the outside. It?s locked."
"You like tentacles?" Waren looked surprised and calculating.
"Research. Our monster got rejected by Rescue! 3D."
Waren nodded. "So did ours. I?ll look around for the keys. Warning,
though. The monsters in that room are alive and friendly."
********
Cheri reviewed Sticky Ends 1 through 3, because Waren wanted her to
understand the story up to now. Cheri was also curious. How did forced
orgasms feel in AVS? How did they treat foreplay in these pornos?
It wasn?t much different from orgasms in the game. The foreplay was more
effective, though.
Cheri discovered that various actresses had worn her clothes in Sticky
Ends 3. She no longer felt remorse at using the props room as her own
personal wardrobe.
During the shoot, on evenings when she cleaned the set ? she still had
that job ? Cheri sat at her work station and stared at the 3D field. It
was a slideshow of her simulants. Gwendolin, Elle, Cheri2, and others. It
showed scenes cut from each of their lives as NPCs. Many of them had
mundane roles. Farmer, mother, school teacher. And, of course,
prostitute.
"Is there a nurse?" Cheri asked. All these simulants had stereotypical
jobs for women.
The view changed to hightlight an NPC Cheri hadn?t seen before.
"Porn star?" Cheri asked.
Yep.
"Police woman?"
Yep.
"How many NPCs are based on me?"
*4096*
"What is the total population of NPCs in the game world?"
*4,194,304*
Cheri checked her message queue.
*2916 messages*
She waded through them. Of the ones that weren?t spam, a large number
were from Tantrell. Payment reports, notes to the dev team, requests for
bug bashing. Cheri opened the latest message.
"Hope you are well. Did you enjoy your vacation?"
Cheri growled. She stuck her hand into the 3D field, lifted her middle
finger and waved it around.
Then she logged on.
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