Vesta - Painworld by Jennifer Jane Pope

saves us having units left empty when we’re top heavy on demand for one type or the other. You’ll go in at different times and you’ll be involved in separate scenarios, at least to start with. It may even be that you don’t see all the others while you’re there, but don’t worry.
    â€˜The main thing to remember is that whatever happens, it ain’t real, but don’t hold on to that thought too firmly, else you won’t enjoy yourselves half as much. Okay then, here we go. Bon voyage , everybody.’
    Bon frigging voyage to you too, Lianne thought.
    And then everything went black.
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    She was in a field and it was sunny, but the day could not have been too warm, for Lianne felt quite comfortable, even though she was still encased in her latex bodysuit. The helmet mask still covered her head and face, though the wires to the electrodes seemed to have disappeared, as if by magic.
    She was in a field.
    And she was on a horse. A grey thoroughbred. With a saddle. A saddle with a difference and the difference was the massive phallus fixed to it that was currently stretching her vaginal muscles to their capacity.
    The horse was trotting in a slow circle, a long rein attached to a post keeping it to its same path. Peering down, Lianne could just see her booted feet, strapped into the specially adapted stirrups, and the straps that secured her upper thighs to either side of the saddle. Secured her, but did not hold her rigidly enough to prevent her bouncing up and down in time to the grey’s staccato progress, so that the dildo was reaming her with every step the horse took.
    She could feel that she was already very wet, and she could also feel the now familiar heat beginning to build deep inside her. She looked around to see who was controlling the horse, but there was no one; the creature simply continued round and around, oblivious to its jockey, or to what was happening to her.
    Biting hard into the ball gag that had somehow appeared between her teeth, Lianne fought desperately to keep herself under control, determined to take proper stock of her new surroundings before the sensual stimulation made coherent thought impossible. She seemed to be wearing the same outfit as when she had been strapped into the VESTA capsule, except that now she was gagged and her arms were secured tightly together behind her back by means of a laced single sleeve. And she could feel a butt plug moving inside her, which definitely hadn’t been there earlier.
    All very clever stuff, she thought, but there was something missing, something wrong with this simulation. Almost immediately she put her finger on it. There had been no build up, no ritual, no slow gathering of the senses as she was rendered progressively more helpless by the strict bondage. It was that, as much as anything else, which she found so alluring; the gradual heightening of tension, the growing awareness of committing herself into the control of another and the knowledge that her actions were no longer hers to decide.
    Still, she reasoned, that could probably be sorted out, once she’d had a chance to speak to Marlon about it. During the experimental runs and when she and Ellen had been scanned for input data, all Marlon had been interested in was establishing the basis for as many options as possible and recording the reactions in their brainwaves. Quite how it all worked was beyond Lianne, but work it certainly did, and now needed nothing more than a few refining touches here and there.
    The two men appeared out of nowhere, which was very disconcerting. One minute the field was empty, apart from Lianne on her phallic mount, and then they were there, both blond giants, both wearing tight leather breeches and cutaway leather tops, and both wearing Dick Turpin style leather masks. They could have been twins and, when Lianne peered closer, she saw that that was, in effect, what they were. Marlon’s database was still relatively