The savage

Revelations

Moira looked at Pilar the same way as a mannequin with a dress she did not like the cut of. Or perhaps a bush to be pruned, looking after the bad twigs to cut off.

A cincher had been pulled tight around Pilar's that were compressing her waist to almost impossible proportions. On top of the cincher a metal band were locked around her waist, it had replaced the chastity belt she had been wearing earlier, this new device had been made for sheer torture.

From the front of the band a slim metal tongue were pointing down ending in one appendage that looked like a large fork. Each end held a wire running down between her legs and half way down the wires started to sprout small metal fangs. They provided a considerable distraught to the hapless girl. Though the middle one were the worst since it did run straight over her clitoris.

Also this day Moira had found a novel way for humiliation, the gag that she had used on Pilar were yellow, one that came with a smiley printed on the front. A sharp contrast to the quite violent session she had been put trough.

Moira held up one new device, it were basically one thick anal hook where the end were not just a simple ball but it also had one inflatable section attached, something Pilar knew would be used to the worst to further her discomfort. Moira held the device up, and Pilar looked at it transfixed, knowing that she only would make the insertion less uncomfortable by cooperation.

So she bent forward and let some saliva drip down onto the device to add a bit of lubrication.

With her rubber gloved hand Moria spread the saliva and turned it over while Pilar tried her best to follow the motion to add more.

'I like the scent of your fear.' Said Moria looking up.

Suddenly Moira's face were distorted and the room were drawn out in to impossible proportions.

And then it all went dark. Pilar waited, and she treated it as one very serious session of sensory deprivation, and from her perspective it were exactly that.

Then suddenly there were a flash, followed by a text glowing in Pilar's eyes: “ICN ultraband connection lost.”

Pilar said the safeword, the electronic circuits recognized the command as one emergency cutoff and the simulation ended. Her head nearly spinning from the temporary disorientation of coming back to the real world again.

The ICN network that she had been using were one addition to a communication system of artificial wormholes that originally had been built to give instantaneous communication between the human colonies that were spread among the stars.

As the technology matured it became possible for politicians, scientists and the ultra rich to use robot avatars as stand-ins to visit conferences and museums in other planetary systems trough virtual reality links. In the early days it had become a wonderful tool to use VR to visit museums, desolate places, and controlled environment where instant reaction times were not needed.

Yet it did come with a prize of a small delay of a few seconds, the tremendous gravity forces surrounding the portal meant that they had to be placed in space, so any action would always come with the delay of a few seconds for any signal to travel the full path.

As the technology were refined and reached maturity it also incorporated smell and tactile sense, making it possible to create a simulation that were indistinguishable from reality.

So in this age, there were descendants from Earth living on various planets who shared experiences and constructed worlds together. What either looked like in the real world did not matter the slightest for any of them, and with the speeded up sense of time, they could live and experience a larger part of their lives in simulations than in the actual world.

The wormhole serving Pilar's homeworld had by necessity been placed in a co-orbital Lagrangian 1 orbit. Yet the limitation were slight with a delay of about 3 seconds for information to travel back and forth between two planets. The creators could not possibly have imagined that it also would be very well suited for BDSM practices were the submissive were almost always passive trough the session, so that the latency did not affect the experience.

She moved her hand automatically to a touchpad and made a command to find out what was wrong, noting that a low density carrier had become available, so she sent a message. 'Our simulation were cut off.'

'Oh yes I just noted your avatar were unresponsive so I stopped it. Is the problem in my end?' came the reply.

'No it is here' replied Pilar. 'Our Primary is having one unusually powerful flare.'

'Too bad, is it still possible to use voice?'

'I think so' Pilar replied.

It took a moment before she could hear Moira's voice over the ICN. 'Wow simply wow, I really thought you would cut out earlier that this.'

'What a heavy trip, I loved every second of it! I am quite a masochist am I not,' Pilar said with bubbly happiness and giggled.

'This was just wonderful, my most twisted ideas were made real!' said Moira.

'But why did have to add those men and their ideas to the storyline? I liked the perspective of being so helpless all the time. But I feel rather lucky we got cut off before you had entered a male to the simulation, it would have been thoroughly squicky to be manhandled by a smelly male body!'

It took a moment before Moria replied with a thoughtful tone. 'I was quite certain that you would be very mentally battered from my assault, so it were in the script that you would meet someone else also. I had created a quite believable avatar for that chapter. Making a point of you experience things from a radically different perspective. And I hoped you also would be disgusted. Don't you have a disgust fetish also?'

'Er yes, but not quite in that way.' Pilar hesitated somewhat before she said. 'I am almost inclined to tell you never to try anything such again. But I see your point and what you tried to accomplish with that sequence so I guess I have to thank you for it anyhow.'

'We really got far this weekend, it were the longest time perspective we ever been trough.' said Moria.

Trough ICN, the interstellar network, they could communicate and exchange experiences almost in real time. At this time and age there were usually no need for slow typing or mouse movement, they made sentences, actions and reactions faster than the blink of one eye. Electronic implants supporting their minds made sure vast amounts of information were processed much faster then if they had experienced it trough their ordinary senses.

The users could therefore experience a vast number of events in a compressed time-frame. So that minutes become days, and a day would seem like several months.

'I really wondered about the time that elapsed,' replied Pilar. 'We do get a very compressed time perspective in these simulations, but this time we experienced many months!'

Pilar could hear that there were quite some pride in Moira's voice as she replied. 'Oh I did some artistic programming. By feeding one side channel of information directly to the parts of the brain that handles memory, and another channel that accessed the parts that make you dream I could feed you a much longer elapsed time experience.

'So you got the first part of the simulation as things that already were in your past.' Moira made a short impasse. 'I knew that your main interest is for the more far out things so I left those early parts in your memory and we did the later weeks as live-action where we interacted.'

'A wonderful idea.' said Pilar somewhat lamely, still somewhat stunned from their amazing session. And still somewhat dizzy from the change of perspective of coming back to her ordinary world.

'Goodbye for this time, I really need a rest now so that I can work tomorrow.'

'Thank you for your reluctant participation, it made it even better than what I imagined.' Said Moira and her connection went out.

Pilar pulled the cable out of the socket, removed her brain stimulation cap and took a deep breath and started to write.

She wrote a thank you message for a great session to Moira and asked if they could continue the storyline next weekend. But added that she might have to cut down on the mix of historical epochs.

Adding a number of notes that the spiked headbox might be medieval, the idea of Moira's family eaten by cannibals could be anything in the ancient 17'th or 18'th century at the latest and that the computer in the dungeon were early 21 century.

Moira received the message and sent a reply she were happy for the creative input and would be delighted to do some minor changed to make the setting have less anachronisms next time, adding she had a clear idea on what would happen next. And so also she disconnected the link of the ICN network.