Authors: Jessa Hawke
We’ve been told to take ourselves on a tour of the base, go anywhere and everywhere. Be as inquisitive as we like. Jokingly, they said if there’s anywhere out of bounds, we won’t find it, but I think they were quite serious. I do believe there are hidden places in this research lab. Of course there’s nothing nefarious I’m sure, but this company creates a lot of fantasy games and I think it’s a highly secretive business, industrial sabotage must be a problem for them.
I intend on trying every door I discover, so I can know all their secrets and hopefully that will give me an advantage over my competitors.
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“You are watching that girl on monitor 3?” Zaiden asked of one of the guardians who act as security.
“Yes sir, she’s certainly the most curious out of this group,” he replied.
“Yeah, that’s my thinking too, let’s bring her to the attention of the group leaders, I need to know more about her. I like a girl who thinks for herself and isn’t afraid to go forth. I think I’d like to keep this one on board a bit longer.”
Guardians, leaders, minions, it all adds to the fantasy of the place and was just all a part of the enjoyment of this successful company. Everything was taken lightly. People who were clever certainly had many opportunities here. People who took things slowly were left alone to do what they do best, there were no quotas or targets, just inspirational ideas. Despite the seemingly loose regime, more work was completed successfully within this company than any other corporate company in the world. Staffs were allowed to work to their strengths, and that made them far more productive than trying to reach impossible deadlines
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I have the main interview tomorrow on day 2. Today was about doing whatever we wanted. This place is like a giant playground and you get to play anywhere. I don’t stop in any of the rooms where there are lectures or videos playing, I want to keep moving and discover all there is to be found. I haven’t been much of a team player so have not yet gotten to know any of my fellow interviewees. I’m not interested in joining in on role play, this company challenges my brain and I’m interested in satiating my knowledge of what’s going on. I know places like this are probably looking for team players, but I have to be honest, I’m a loner, that’s how I succeed. I do things my way, not how others demand of me.
Finally, I end up in the dining room. I hadn't realized how hungry I am, because of all the excitement. There is a huge buffet of food from around the world, and like the rooms in this building, I have to try them all. So for tonight, it’s happy eating time.
Chapter 2 Bring it on
Our first lecture of the day is about the two owners and how they have built up this company from working in their bedroom and eventually progressing to this super modern building. They started their blog as kids and their games are so imaginative, that they soon grew. In less than ten years, they are one of the top companies on the NASDAQ. There’s a lot of secrecy about the software and there’s no better place to start, than a research lab. This is where ideas are born, then data is collected to move those ideas forward. That’s where I hope to be involved, in the creation of the new and never before experienced games. I want to help create the worlds in which these games are based. This is the world of fantasy and make believe, exactly where I belong.
I really enjoy the opening meeting as I’m genuinely interested in these guys. How do two young kids from an ordinary background, become multi billionaires in a matter of a few years? I would love to meet these guys, but I doubt they concern themselves with the hiring of staff these days. Maybe, just maybe, I might meet them if I get this job. After all, they need a creative thinker to make up the worlds that the public want to participate in, and that could be me. It is my hope and dream.
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“Is she one of the candidates you mentioned in your message?” Imran asks his partner, Zaiden.
“Yeah, I’ve been watching her closely, she’s listening into the story about our lives, like she really wants in. She has an amazing imagination, you need to look at her blog. They’re off into the Dream World next so we’ll see if she ‘bites.’ I hope so, I’d really like to interview her close up,” Zaiden explains.
They watch the group through hidden cameras, as they are led into a Games room. This is where the ‘possible’ candidates will split themselves away from the ‘no-go’ candidates, without even realizing they’ve either failed or gone on to the next level.
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Next we are going to the research room where new and experimental games are being tested. Our numbers have dwindled quite significantly and I wonder what’s happened to the rest of them, maybe they are deemed unsuitable. My heart races at that thought, perhaps we few are the leading candidates. Before we enter, we’re asked to sign a secrecy agreement instructing us that what we are about to see is highly confidential and must not be discussed with anyone outside of the research team. I sign willingly, fully intrigued and full of anticipation for what is to come. First, we went through a number of security processes before we we’re finally into this room. This creates a bit of an anti-climax. The room is quite small with about a dozen padded chairs that look really comfortable. At the side of each chair is an array of electronic equipment. We are instructed to take a seat, wherever we like, and put on a headset which completely covers the top half of the head, the ears and eyes. It’s a snug fit and in front of my eyes is a built in monitor with the words, ‘Welcome to the Dream Games,’ displayed. Soft background music is playing in the headphones.
After a few moments the music stops and two young men appear on the display, their voices broadcast over the headphones, introducing themselves as the CEO’s of the company. It’s good to finally hear and see them, even if it is only a recording. I’ve seen pictures of them, they’re everywhere in the complex, but this is the first time I’ve heard them. I listen in, fully engrossed as they both give a brief history of how they founded their company. They finish on a more sombre note, explaining that for some, these games can be a very real life experience, and not everyone can cope with such emotions. We have been especially selected, because of our personal skills and psychological profile. We have proved to be ready in both mind and body, to be fully emerged into a game. Yet still able to realise that it is just that, a game, and if anyone has any doubts or concerns, they should leave the room immediately. I stay firmly sat in my chair, this is far too intriguing to miss.
Chapter 3 Let the Game Begin
Pep talk over and another face is on the screen instructing us of the procedure. It seems we are to drink a small potion, nothing dangerous, but it will help to ease our anxiety as we need to be completely relaxed for these games for it to have the desired effect, or so the anonymous face tells us. There is also a release word, one that when spoken, wakes you up immediately, should you feel uncomfortable or in distress. I doubt I will have any need of that.
The face is replaced with a menu screen displaying a list of categories of the type of games available, and one menu stands out above all the others. It’s just one single short word, but it has me intrigued. “ADULT.” I click into it and receive a number of sub menus, each with different scenarios. Having been bold enough to click into this, I decide to stay in this category and choose a hunting game. It seems I have to escape the clutches of two men who will be trying to hunt me down and capture me for their own uses. I like the sound of that.
Unscrewing the lid, I put the glass vial to my lips, and drink. If you’ve ever tasted those violet sweets, well that’s exactly what it tastes of. Naturally, I close my eyes, awaiting for whatever adventure is going to happen in my head.
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Once the participating candidates are all asleep in the chairs, a group of staff enter the room. They will monitor the brain activity, blood pressure, heart rate and so many things, that by the time they’ve finished wiring the participants up with leads, they look like something from a sci fi movie.
“I thought we’d be the hunters, you up for it?” Zaiden asks Imran, his partner in business, amongst other things.
“You really think she’s gifted?” Imran asks. “The software’s almost ready, but we’re lacking in storylines. We need someone to get creating them and quickly. You think she can do it?”
“Let’s get to know her in the game, that’ll tell us if she’s the right one for the job. I didn’t get to be a multi billionaire by not following my instincts,” Zaiden said, and Imran smiled back at him.
They worked good together and Imran had always trusted Zaiden’s intuitions. As schoolboys, it had always been Zaiden who did the pushing. Imran had doubts about their success, but Zaiden had pushed them, and now they were CEO’s of the most powerful software company in the world, with a turnover of billions of dollars. Imran had been reluctant to forgo his studies and instead write software for the games they sold on their ever growing blog. But, he had trusted in Zaiden. They never did take their exams, yet here they were, far richer than any of their old school friends. So, if Zaiden believed in this young woman, then so be it. Besides, he loved this game. They both made their way to two empty chairs, sitting down and preparing themselves for the game.
* * *
When I open my eyes I’m in a jungle surrounded by lush green vegetation and towering trees. It’s amazing that this is a game, it feels so real. I can feel the humidity on my body and the sweat running in rivulets down my skin. Looking down, I’m wearing a tight fitting leather tunic with a low cut top in a V, down to my navel and then held together with laces, barely concealing my breast. The hem of the dress is just below my panties and is split at both sides from the waist down. I have a pair of leather sandals on my feet. The outfit is very comfortable but also very revealing.
I recall the object of the game, I’m to evade capture for as long as possible from two stalkers who are hunting me, should I be caught they can do with me as they please. The general synopsis of the game leaves me in no doubt as to what that means. I feel a warm glow between my legs as I realise that being captured isn't such a bad thing. Still my pride is at stake here, and I want to remain free for as long as possible.
A noise to my right alerts me to the presence of my hunters and I head off into the bush. Let the chase begin.
Chapter 4 Captured
The developers of this software have done an amazing job, I feel every branch whipping against my body, every graze and cut when I fall. As I try to make my escape through the forest, I even feel a little fear. My legs ache and my heart pounds from the exertion as I run as fast as I can. Still, no matter how fast I try, whatever tactic of evasion I use, I can hear them right behind me, relentlessly chasing me down. I’m beginning to think that the built in default of this game is capture, and nothing I do will change that. In the end, I decide to hide away in a burrow I’ve found in a clearing, it’s probably the home of some wild animal but it’s currently empty. I wriggle my way inside and cover the opening with branches, then await my pursuers.
I don't have long to wait as two men enter the clearing, pausing a second while scouting around as they search for my tracks. I hold my breath, trying not to give myself away, but as they come closer I gasp in surprise as I realize it’s the two owners of the company, Zaiden and Imran. They’re dressed as the great white hunters, khaki trousers and a khaki shirt, knee length leather boots and a domed sun hat. I can’t help but giggle at their outfits, they look ridiculous, that’s one thing I think needs to be changed as it isn’t very realistic for the players. Both are carrying large rifles.
While observing them from my hidey-hole, I feel something crawl on my leg. Looking down, I’m horrified to see a snake, slithering around my calf. It isn't particularly big, but with its green scaly skin and bright red and malevolent eyes staring at me, I’m frozen to the spot. I hate snakes, and when it flicks out its tongue and hisses, I can't help but to scream in terror. Jumping up I quickly brush it off my leg and dive out of the hole, right at the feet of my two pursuers.
“Well, well well, what do we have here?” Zaiden says, as I lay at his feet and his gun points down at me.
“It appears our Amazon warrior is in some distress. Perhaps we two gentlemen can help her out?” Imran’s voice is dripping with innuendo.
I feel a hand at the back of my head, pulling me up by the hair and into a kneeling position between the two men. My face is level with their crotches. Well, there’s no doubt now what the ultimate intention of the game is, sex? Not that I ever doubted it, all the signs were there from the very beginning, and I’m game, in fact, I’m looking forward to see how it happens. All the sex you want without the guilt, what’s not to like?
Zaiden stoops lightly, his face close to mine and his lips at my ear, “this is your chance to wake up Ursula, you remember your escape word?”
I do remember my escape word, but I have no use for it. Instead, I turn my head towards him and spit in his face. “Do not touch me you filthy pig,” I scream at him with as much malice as I can muster. This is going to be fun.
Keeping a hold of my head he pushes my face into his crotch, pressing my lips against his growing erection. I can feel the stiffness even though the material. From the corner of my eye I see Imran’s gun drop to the floor and then I hear the sound of a zipper being pulled, when I turn my eye towards him, he has his flies open and his cock sticks right out from his body. Zaiden releases the hold on my hair and my head jolts away slightly from his crotch, but not far. His hands also go to his flies and quickly, he pulls down the zipper and reaches inside his pants to release his own stiff erection.
Now, I’m no prude, but neither am I an easy lay, but this is different, this isn't real, even if it feels like it is. I’m actually not really here kneeling on a jungle floor in front of two highly aroused men. I’m sat in a chair, somewhere, asleep. That thought has a great liberating effect on me and lowers my inhibitions completely. Whatever I do here isn't real, here I am, faced with two fine specimens of manhood barely inches away from my face. They look real, both with thick shafts entwined with purple veins, spiraling around and leading to bulbous heads. Imran’s cock is darker skinned than Zaiden’s and also slightly larger, both men are circumcised. I feel like a kid in a candy store, do I eat the licorice first or the sugar candy? Decisions, decisions. In the end my mind is made up for me as I feel Zaiden’s hands at the back of my head. He gently pushes me forward, pressing his erection through my slightly parted lips and into my welcoming mouth. The shaft is so thick that It stretches my jaws wide. He pushes my head further and further down the shaft, until the cock head is pressing at the back of my throat, causing me to gag. Then he slowly withdraws from my throat until my lips are wrapped around the ridge of his bell-end, and my tongue laps at the tip and probes the slit of his dick. Steadily, he pushes his member back into my mouth, again until I start to gag, but this time he doesn't stop but pushes on.
“Just relax your throat, Ursula,” he commands. “When you start to gag, just swallow.”
I did as he instructed and surprisingly, the gagging eased a little and became less uncomfortable. He withdraws almost all the way out again before plunging back into my mouth. I try the same technique and the tip of his cock goes down a little further. After a few more thrusts, his erection is buried deep in my throat and my nose presses against his wiry pubic hairs. Zaiden lets go of my head and I willingly bob my head up and down on his cock, slipping it all the way out, so the tip is resting against my lips, and then all the way back down in one easy motion. I feel so hot, my pussy is leaking juices into my panties and I simply can't get enough of his delicious cock as I worship it with my tongue and lips.
I’m beginning to feel a little sorry for Imran, he seems left out as I pleasure his friend’s erection with my mouth. So, I reach up to fondle his cock, eager to have my fingers wrapped around his shaft, but when I go there someone has already beaten me to it. I’m shocked when I see that he isn't fondling his own erection, but Zaiden is! The shock doesn't end there. Looking up, I see that they have turned their heads to each other and are engaged in a passionate kiss, open mouthed with tongues entwined.
I’m stunned, so much so that I splutter Zaiden’s erection from my lips. These guys seem so masculine, and definitely heterosexual, yet here they are obviously into each other’s sexuality. I’m beginning to wonder, rather disappointedly, if they have any need for me.
Zaiden, realizing I’m no longer pleasuring him orally, looks down at me in surprise, “Don’t stop Ursula,” he begs. “That felt so fucking good.”
Seems they do have a use for me after all and, frankly, watching the two of them in their passionate embrace only increases my own arousal levels. Maybe I should be put off by it, but so long as I get my fair share, I don't really care. I quickly wrap my lips back around his throbbing shaft and swallow it whole in one gulp.
“Ohhh, fuck, yes, yes baby, suck it!’ Zaiden moans as my head bobs up and down on his shaft. My pussy is burning and in desperate need of some relief. Slipping my hand down my panties in search of my little nub of pleasure, I moan around the cock in my mouth when my fingertips brush against it, already slick from my wetness. I close my eyes and moan quietly, in ecstasy.
It seems my pleasuring my self gives them the hint that they ought to be paying me more attention. Imran drops to his knees at the side of me, his hands wander all over my body, cupping my breasts he squeezes them firmly, his hands fumble at the laced up front, pulling it apart and exposing my bare breasts. My nipples are already stiff from my arousal, but they feel pleasantly painful as he rolls them between his finger and thumb, pulling and twisting at them.
“Ahh, you bastard!” I cry out as I spit out Zaiden’s cock. Imran pulls and twists my nipples to their limit, shaking my breasts as he pulls. “That hurts!”
“You want me to stop, slut?” he whispers in my ear, his breath hot and rasping.
I say nothing but just push out my breasts in response, and he continues the cruel treatment of my nipples. The pain on the end of my tits is delicious, my nipples are burning at the abuse they’re receiving, but I’m loving it. So much so that I bury two fingers into my wetness, writhing my hips as I fuck myself with my fingers. Man this software is amazing, it is so realistic that I find it hard to believe this is all a dream, and by just saying my release word I would wake up on a reclining seat in a room full of computers.
Zaiden withdraws from my mouth, my lips still forming an “O” shape as he drops to the floor in a seated position, his cock stiff and quivering, still wet from my oral ministrations. As if that is his cue, Imran pushes on the top half of my body, forcing me over on all fours, my face once again in front of Zaidens quivering member, my lips pucker out and kiss it lovingly.
I feel my panties being ripped off my body. Realizing my fingers are still buried in my wetness, I feel no shame as I’m far too aroused to stop, and anyway, this is just a game. Imran roughly pulls my fingers out of my pussy, instantly replacing them with his stiff cock. I let out a long sigh of lust, at last I have what I really want, a thick throbbing cock buried between my legs.
We all three work in unison as Imran pushes into my pussy, I push my mouth down Zaiden’s shaft until it’s lodged in my throat. I’m quite proud of myself, how quickly I’ve learned the deep throat technique, but I doubt I will be adding it to my CV. Imran's thrusting becomes more urgent, more aggressive, and I feel my knees give way as I collapse onto my front. My sensitive nipples rub against the rough ground and my mound presses into the dirt as Imran pounds me.
I feel Imran’s lips against my cheek as he plants little kisses towards my mouth. My lips are still wrapped around Zaidens dick. He doesn't stop when he reaches my mouth, instead he flicks out his tongue and laps at his friend’s shaft as it slips out of my mouth. Clearly wanting more, he pulls my head away from Zaiden’s cock and in one single move he slips his own lips over the end, and swallows it whole, not stopping until his nose is buried in his friend’s pubic hair.
Man, that looks so hot, I’ve never seen anyone give a blow job before and it drives me wild with desire. As Imran’s lips travel back up the shaft, he lets them slip off the end and I immediately engulf it in my mouth. We alternated like that, each one of us orally worshiping Zaiden’s cock.
I’m behaving like a wanton slut, but I simply don't care. I can't get enough of these two men, one fucking my mouth and the other fucking my pussy. Imran starts to move in and out of me faster, filling me with his thickness. His fingers probe for my clitoris, and when he finds it he rubs it furiously, adding to the passionate sensations that are coursing through me. He starts to thrust even faster now, and we’re rutting like animals, my head banging into Zaiden’s groin, my lips still wrapped around his cock. My nipples stiff and painful from the chaffing of the floor with the friction from Imran’s thrusting. I feel my orgasm building deep inside, a hot wave of pleasure rippling through me. They must be as close as I am as they both increase their speed, one in my pussy the other in my mouth. They both search for the same release as I do. The passion inside of me has built to such a pressure that I cannot hold back any longer. I pull my lips from Zaiden’s erection and scream out when I climax, as wave after wave of pleasure racks at my body. Imran pushes deep into me and holds it there, then with an animalistic grunt, his cock swells even thicker as he empties his seed into my body. At exactly the same moment, I hear Zaiden moan, he shoots his cum, hot and sticky, all over my face.
Imran collapses on top of me, pressing me into the hard jungle floor with my face still buried in Zaiden’s crotch. We lay there together, in a heap and completely satisfied and exhausted. Suddenly they are both gone, disappearing from under me, and I lay there alone, cum running down my face and out of my pussy onto the jungle floor.
I say my escape word and I’m instantly awake and still seated in my chair. Imran and Zaiden stand at my sides, both with huge grins on their faces.
It takes a while for my head to completely clear, and we all relax in one of the cool lounges. It’s so hard for my mind to adjust to the fact that my experience wasn’t real. It sure felt real. When I made love to those guys it gave me all the pleasure that I would feel physically, in the real world. Now I’m questioning what the real world is. Maybe I’m still in a dream. That’s going to be the main problem, I think, for these games. Keeping a grip on reality. They affect the brain so vividly that I suspect it might send the vulnerable in the wrong direction, and tip their sanity.