A SEXUAL SIMULATOR ? The Future Way to Teach a Virgin?
Belayla woke the next morning alone shortly before her three attendants joined her, which
had given her time to dress without their assistance and hands that strayed to areas of her
body that she would rather they not tease. Donestra joined them.
“Today is a special day. One of our girls is going to her Master today,” she explained.
“However before that happens,” the door opened and a servant entered with their
breakfast, Donestra continued, “Belayla you will be introduced to the simulator.”
“The what?” Belayla asked her voice deadpan. She knew what a simulator was. She had
flight-trained in a simulator, but what would it do here. Belayla wondered, but was not in a
hurry to find out.
“It will simulate sexual intercourse with a man.” Donestra explained.
“I don’t think so,” Belayla refused.
“You do not have a choice.” Donestra told her gruffly. “Afterwards you will be educated in
your own body and how to induce your own arousal.”
“I will not do it!” Belayla refused. “There are some things you cannot force me to do.”
“Belayla, your time grows short and you will do these things. That little stunt you pulled
yesterday was noticed by the Lord of Tublalos and has caused problems.” Donestra
informed her.
Belayla smiled, amused. “What kind of problems?”
“Those are not your concern but I grow tired of your refusals. From now on you will do as
you are instructed.” Donestra swept from the room, the long flowing sensuous robes she
wore billowing around her tall lithe form.
The girls ate in silence. Belayla ate little. She dealt with stress better on a less than full
stomach. Fifteen minutes later Donestra returned flanked by two of her muscular maids.
“Belayla, are you ready?”
Belayla gave her an evil look. “No, and I can tell you it will not work.” The two maids
approached. Belayla smiled. “So this will be a rape simulator if you can get me to the
thing?”
“That is entirely up to you,” Mistress Donestra informed her as the first maid tried to take
hold of Belayla and she was sent head first into the foot of Belayla’s bed frame to remain
lying there unconscious. “Remma, you will receive five lashes with the cat for Belayla’s
act.”
“Wait!” Belayla halted her. “You said nothing of that.”
“You will go without further struggles?” Donestra asked.
“Only if you lay not one lash or hand on any one of my girls,” Belayla bargained.
“Very well,” Donestra agreed.
Belayla gave Donestra a look that promised retribution and left the room followed by the
other three girls; the other maid stayed behind to look after her companion.
Belayla was ushered into a darkened room, the walls and floor completely and heavily
padded in black velvet. Had her self-control not been so great she would have trembled at
the sight of the room. Phalluses of varying sizes and lengths covered one portion of a
padded wall. Whips of the same selections hung beside them and the room smelled of
creams and oils for sexual stimulation that Belayla had smelled before but because of her
status had never had used on her. She hoped these were not about to be put to use on
her, her powers of bodily control only extended so far.
“Remove your clothing and lay down Belayla in the form shape,” Donestra commanded.
Belayla’s vision had adjusted to the low light and she saw the indented shape of a human
form where Donestra had instructed her to recline. With some hesitancy, she complied.
“What’s wrong, Belayla, afraid you might faultier in your resolve not to respond and
actually enjoy this?” Donestra challenged with a cruel smile.
Belayla said nothing but assumed a serine expression on her face. She felt the impression
snug up to her body until it touched every exposed inch of her naked skin and the velvet
form moved to press intimately into the folds of her vulva. Belayla felt the velvet begin to
grow over her body until it covered her like a second skin over her exposed breasts
caressing them and encasing her nipples. Only her pubic hairs were left exposed and she
soon found out why. With a wicked smile, Donestra straddled her and with one of the
small bottles, she poured several drops onto her exposed mound. Belayla could feel the
warm drops of oil slowly running down her slit between the folds of her cunt. The oil grew
warmer leaving a trail of disquieting confusion as it spread to trace a path between each
cunt lip down over her dry vagina and between the cheeks of her buttocks. Donestra
smiled, this might do what she had worked hard to achieve. If it did, she thought, tonight
Belayla would be at her mercy for she would take her to her bed for her own pleasure.
With glowing eyes, Donestra placed the Virtual Mask on Belayla’s face after smoothing a
drop of the same musk-smelling oil over her bottom lip and placing the earplugs into her
ears. She motioned the girls out of the room and followed them. Belayla was alone in the
chamber. Donestra started the sequence.
Belayla had put herself into a deep trance the moment Donestra placed the mask on her
face. If she had not, Donestra would have succeeded. Masculine lips seemed to touch
Belayla’s lips, gentle at first but when that failed to register a response to the computer, the
kiss gradually demanded more, and so the entire session went. When the computer
registered, Belayla failed to respond to the gentle stimulation from the massage of her
breasts from her virtual lover, the virtual lover became more aggressive, to the point it
painfully twisted her grape sized nipples. Belayla’s virtual lover kissed her cunt and teased
her clit, but received no response and he took her delicate clit between his teeth and
tugged, no response, he bit her. Nothing! The oil Donestra applied grew hot to force an
orgasm from the virtual lover’s hapless victim but with Belayla in her trance, it was
ineffective.
The computer was working against a person who had altered her brain waves into a state
of abstraction. When the time came for the virtual lover to have intercourse with Belayla
she had entranced herself deeply enough that as Donestra had programmed it, she did not
feel the brutal way she and her virginity was taken but it was registered in Belayla’s
innocent mind. All this Donestra monitored and could alter as the scenarios progressed
she became angered. Donestra unknown to Norquar, but known to the others on Planet of
Veils was at heart a Sadistic Mistress. In her anger, she heightened the level of the virtual
lover's assault and yet it apparently left Belayla unaffected. She had hoped to take Belayla
to her bed for her own pleasure this night. Disappointed, the session over, Donestra
removed the mask and released the velvet suit. Belayla yawned and sat up as if she had
awakened from a nap.
“Finished?” Belayla asked lazily.
“Finished,” Donestra growled and considered what punishment she could extract from
Belayla for her lack of cooperation.
“Was there a mechanical problem?” Belayla asked casually.
“You are the problem. I am sure Lord Norquar will not be pleased,” Donestra accused.
“Then perhaps you should allow me a few nights of rest before he comes for me,” Belayla
requested looking Donestra straight in the eyes. “Then at least I would not look ten years
older than when he left me.”
“Your training isn’t finished for the day. Get up!” Donestra ignored her remark.
“So what is next?” Belayla snarled.
But does Norquar over come what Donestra has done?
Read the next excerpt
Belayla woke the next morning alone shortly before her three attendants joined her, which
had given her time to dress without their assistance and hands that strayed to areas of her
body that she would rather they not tease. Donestra joined them.
“Today is a special day. One of our girls is going to her Master today,” she explained.
“However before that happens,” the door opened and a servant entered with their
breakfast, Donestra continued, “Belayla you will be introduced to the simulator.”
“The what?” Belayla asked her voice deadpan. She knew what a simulator was. She had
flight-trained in a simulator, but what would it do here. Belayla wondered, but was not in a
hurry to find out.
“It will simulate sexual intercourse with a man.” Donestra explained.
“I don’t think so,” Belayla refused.
“You do not have a choice.” Donestra told her gruffly. “Afterwards you will be educated in
your own body and how to induce your own arousal.”
“I will not do it!” Belayla refused. “There are some things you cannot force me to do.”
“Belayla, your time grows short and you will do these things. That little stunt you pulled
yesterday was noticed by the Lord of Tublalos and has caused problems.” Donestra
informed her.
Belayla smiled, amused. “What kind of problems?”
“Those are not your concern but I grow tired of your refusals. From now on you will do as
you are instructed.” Donestra swept from the room, the long flowing sensuous robes she
wore billowing around her tall lithe form.
The girls ate in silence. Belayla ate little. She dealt with stress better on a less than full
stomach. Fifteen minutes later Donestra returned flanked by two of her muscular maids.
“Belayla, are you ready?”
Belayla gave her an evil look. “No, and I can tell you it will not work.” The two maids
approached. Belayla smiled. “So this will be a rape simulator if you can get me to the
thing?”
“That is entirely up to you,” Mistress Donestra informed her as the first maid tried to take
hold of Belayla and she was sent head first into the foot of Belayla’s bed frame to remain
lying there unconscious. “Remma, you will receive five lashes with the cat for Belayla’s
act.”
“Wait!” Belayla halted her. “You said nothing of that.”
“You will go without further struggles?” Donestra asked.
“Only if you lay not one lash or hand on any one of my girls,” Belayla bargained.
“Very well,” Donestra agreed.
Belayla gave Donestra a look that promised retribution and left the room followed by the
other three girls; the other maid stayed behind to look after her companion.
Belayla was ushered into a darkened room, the walls and floor completely and heavily
padded in black velvet. Had her self-control not been so great she would have trembled at
the sight of the room. Phalluses of varying sizes and lengths covered one portion of a
padded wall. Whips of the same selections hung beside them and the room smelled of
creams and oils for sexual stimulation that Belayla had smelled before but because of her
status had never had used on her. She hoped these were not about to be put to use on
her, her powers of bodily control only extended so far.
“Remove your clothing and lay down Belayla in the form shape,” Donestra commanded.
Belayla’s vision had adjusted to the low light and she saw the indented shape of a human
form where Donestra had instructed her to recline. With some hesitancy, she complied.
“What’s wrong, Belayla, afraid you might faultier in your resolve not to respond and
actually enjoy this?” Donestra challenged with a cruel smile.
Belayla said nothing but assumed a serine expression on her face. She felt the impression
snug up to her body until it touched every exposed inch of her naked skin and the velvet
form moved to press intimately into the folds of her vulva. Belayla felt the velvet begin to
grow over her body until it covered her like a second skin over her exposed breasts
caressing them and encasing her nipples. Only her pubic hairs were left exposed and she
soon found out why. With a wicked smile, Donestra straddled her and with one of the
small bottles, she poured several drops onto her exposed mound. Belayla could feel the
warm drops of oil slowly running down her slit between the folds of her cunt. The oil grew
warmer leaving a trail of disquieting confusion as it spread to trace a path between each
cunt lip down over her dry vagina and between the cheeks of her buttocks. Donestra
smiled, this might do what she had worked hard to achieve. If it did, she thought, tonight
Belayla would be at her mercy for she would take her to her bed for her own pleasure.
With glowing eyes, Donestra placed the Virtual Mask on Belayla’s face after smoothing a
drop of the same musk-smelling oil over her bottom lip and placing the earplugs into her
ears. She motioned the girls out of the room and followed them. Belayla was alone in the
chamber. Donestra started the sequence.
Belayla had put herself into a deep trance the moment Donestra placed the mask on her
face. If she had not, Donestra would have succeeded. Masculine lips seemed to touch
Belayla’s lips, gentle at first but when that failed to register a response to the computer, the
kiss gradually demanded more, and so the entire session went. When the computer
registered, Belayla failed to respond to the gentle stimulation from the massage of her
breasts from her virtual lover, the virtual lover became more aggressive, to the point it
painfully twisted her grape sized nipples. Belayla’s virtual lover kissed her cunt and teased
her clit, but received no response and he took her delicate clit between his teeth and
tugged, no response, he bit her. Nothing! The oil Donestra applied grew hot to force an
orgasm from the virtual lover’s hapless victim but with Belayla in her trance, it was
ineffective.
The computer was working against a person who had altered her brain waves into a state
of abstraction. When the time came for the virtual lover to have intercourse with Belayla
she had entranced herself deeply enough that as Donestra had programmed it, she did not
feel the brutal way she and her virginity was taken but it was registered in Belayla’s
innocent mind. All this Donestra monitored and could alter as the scenarios progressed
she became angered. Donestra unknown to Norquar, but known to the others on Planet of
Veils was at heart a Sadistic Mistress. In her anger, she heightened the level of the virtual
lover's assault and yet it apparently left Belayla unaffected. She had hoped to take Belayla
to her bed for her own pleasure this night. Disappointed, the session over, Donestra
removed the mask and released the velvet suit. Belayla yawned and sat up as if she had
awakened from a nap.
“Finished?” Belayla asked lazily.
“Finished,” Donestra growled and considered what punishment she could extract from
Belayla for her lack of cooperation.
“Was there a mechanical problem?” Belayla asked casually.
“You are the problem. I am sure Lord Norquar will not be pleased,” Donestra accused.
“Then perhaps you should allow me a few nights of rest before he comes for me,” Belayla
requested looking Donestra straight in the eyes. “Then at least I would not look ten years
older than when he left me.”
“Your training isn’t finished for the day. Get up!” Donestra ignored her remark.
“So what is next?” Belayla snarled.
But does Norquar over come what Donestra has done?
Read the next excerpt
UNEDITED EXCERPT
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