Beta Test

"Good god," she thought, "I can't even touch my own captor."

Erin rolled back over and inspected every inch of the box with her eyes, but found nothing that might help her. She tried poking at the opening where her 'liquid nutrients' nozzle came out of the box, but just received another painful shock and decided that route was pointless. She then looked around her own living room, trying to find anything that might help. But there was almost nothing within reach – the rug that had given her some small comfort last night and a couch that she could reach with her feet if she stretched. No phone, no sharp objects.

She tried screaming and stamping again, but she knew it was pointless, her house was too far away from anyone, and since she was stuck in the back of the house she didn't think that anyone could hear her even if they happened to be walking right passed her front door at the time. Apparently her game world was ignoring her screams as well, or maybe her little room was supposed to be sound proof, or maybe none of them were even in the house, she had no way of knowing.

Erin even tried biting her leash, even though it didn't look like the kind of thing that could be bitten through. Her effort was rewarded with a sharp electric shock. With that final shock, Erin lost hope that she would be able to break her way out. She was truly stuck here. There was nothing she could do to help herself. All she could do at the moment was lie on the floor and wait for her master to retrieve her.

And wait she did. She couldn't tell the time, but she could tell that the sun had risen high in the sky. She was incredibly bored. She couldn't get anything to read. She couldn't turn on her television. There was nothing particularly interesting to look at in her living room or in the sliver of sky that she could see through her window. There certainly wasn't anything interesting happening on the game screen – just her bored avatar sitting in a tiny featureless room.

So, she found herself thinking about the previous day and then she found herself hoping that her master would come and fuck her the way he had last night. She hated that thought – she had been caned and fucked against her will by a machine! – but she did have to admit that it was by far the best orgasm she had ever experienced.

Despite her efforts to think about other things, she found her thoughts always drifting back to Tico fucking her. Just thinking about it started making her horny. As dumb as the idea seemed, she thought that maybe she'd masturbate to pass the time, but then found that she didn't even have any way to do that. Her hands were pinned well away from her crotch and there was nothing within reach to rub herself on. She tried humping the floor, and it got her a little excited, but really wasn't doing the job.

Right at that moment she heard her panel slide open and looked to see Tico's face peering in at her avatar. Incredibly embarrassed, even though this was just a computer character and one that she hated, Erin quickly flipped onto her side and tried to pretend that she hadn't been humping the ground.

She didn't fool the mob boss, who laughed heartily and said, "I wonder what you were thinking about just now, my pet!"

Erin blushed despite herself. Tico pulled on her collar and she made crawling motions while watching her avatar crawl out of the small room and back into Tico's grand bedroom. As Tico pulled her onto her feet, the thought crossed her mind that convincing Tico to let her go was probably the only possibility she had to get out. So, unlikely as she knew it was, she decided to give it a try.

She put on her best demur voice and said "Master, is there anything I can do to earn my freedom?"

Tico/mannequin patted her head condescendingly, saying "Silly girl, once a slave always a slave. Usually asking about your freedom would bring a swift punishment, but since you are a new slave and this was your first time, I will let it go. Anyway, if there is anything that I want you to do, then I will simply make you do it. Now, if you work especially hard, then I will occasionally reward you with the kind of orgasm that I caught you day dreaming about just now. For their first time with me, I like to show my slaves how pleasurable sex can be, but don't expect that treatment very often, and don't expect to ever orgasm unless I'm specifically rewarding you. You should know that I can make sex quite enjoyable for myself without satisfying your needs whatsoever."

Erin was caught in a flood of contradictory feelings. She had no intention of bending to this man's will, let alone trying especially hard to please him in the hopes that he might let her orgasm. How ridiculous! But at the same time, she had gone and gotten herself quite horny, and she couldn't stand the thought that she might get denied!

Erin's thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door of Tico's bedroom. "Ahh, here she is. Come in!" he called.

Tico introduced Erin to Mistress H and explained that Erin would be spending the day with the mistress, learning all sorts of skills that she needed to know to be a successful sex slave, most of all: obedience. He then handed Erin's leash off to the mistress, patted Erin on the cheek, and left the room.

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The next few 'days' in the game proceeded much the same way her days at the police academy had gone, except that instead of learning skills like marksmanship and hand-to-hand combat, she was mastering things like blow job technique and pole dancing. Mistress H turned out to be very business-like about the training, setting high expectations, demanding results, and delivering immediate and pre-defined punishment whenever results weren't met. She even wore smart-looking business suits to emphasize her professionalism.

Though Erin rapidly developed a strong hatred for the woman who was causing her so much pain, she had to admit that she was learning new skills even faster than she had at the academy. She had never been able to perform deep throat blow jobs, but just half an hour with her mistress had her swallowing cock like a pro.

Just as in the academy, multiple 'game' days could be squeezed into one real day, because she was fast forwarded through portions of the day. At the end and beginning of each 'day,' her master Tico would toy with her and fuck her, though he hadn't yet been pleased enough to give her a pleasurable fuck like he had on her first night. Erin would then be shoved into her tiny room, admonished to drink the 'nutritional fluid' and use the bucket, then she'd be fast forwarded through her sleep and brought out for another day of training.

As the sun was setting on Sunday evening in real-life, Erin was starting to worry about her mental state. She had decided early on that the best thing she could do was try to obey the game. It was perfectly obvious that there was no way she could get herself out. If she wasn't locked into some device, then her leash was being held by someone or tied to something. And the punishments she was given for any failure or disobedience were excruciating and immediate, so if she wasn't going to break free she might as well try to minimize pain. But as the day wore on, it started to feel as though her body was responding to commands instantly and of its own volition. Erin just hoped that by the time someone from work came looking for her, or someone came to collect this damn box at the end of the beta test period, she wouldn't be a completely brain-washed ninny.

Another day in the game started after the sun went down in real-life, making Erin wonder how late into the night she would have to go. The drills and the punishments had been exhausting, and the fact that multiple days were passing in the game made it feel as if she'd gone for ages without any sleep. When her door slid open, she quickly crawled out and stood at attention as her mistress had taught her.

She wished Tico a good morning, and asked him what she could do to please him. She knew her mistress recorded all of her exchanges with her master, so she tried to make the offer with just the right mix of excitement and submissiveness. Tico had her get on her knees and give him a blow job, something she did with practiced ease. The fact that she was actually deep throating and licking off a dildo attached to a mannequin had ceased to matter to her. That was how she pleased her master, and that was what was demanded of her.

Tico, holding the end of her leash, sat on the end of his bed and started telling her to do all sorts of random little things that she hadn't done before: hop on one foot while patting her stomach, run back and forth as far as the leash would let her, stand on her head. Erin had no idea why he was doing this, but she followed each command immediately and without questioning.

When Mistress H arrived, Tico informed her that Erin was ready for the next phase. Mistress H nodded, then removed Erin's tall leather collar and replaced it with a much slimmer collar with a jewel that rested in the middle of her throat, almost resembling a necklace rather than a collar. Since there was no leash attached to the new collar, Erin was not at all surprised that Mistress H kept a tight grip on her arm, but she was surprised to hear what the collar was for. It could deliver painful electric shocks no matter where Erin was.

This meant that she could be otherwise unrestrained, but still corrected if she did anything to displease her mistress or master. She was given a test shock, which confirmed that indeed this new punishment tool was as bad as any of the other punishments that had been used on her. Mistress H then let Erin know that she was going to let go of her arm, and that the door to the bedroom was open so that she could physically run out of the room, but that she would not run because she was an obedient slave and did not want to be punished.

And then, for the first time since she accepted this undercover mission back at the police academy, the game did not have any physical hold on Erin. This took a moment to register, because it felt like she was still standing in Tico's bedroom with him and Mistress H, but slowly her brain realized that if she stepped away from the game box, it could not drag her back. But it could deliver a massive shock to this new collar that she wore, and stepping away would be disobedient, something she was now trained to never do.

However, the possibility of freedom slowly won out. She had to try. She took two small steps away from the game box, then, feeling a shimmer of hope, ran out of her living room. A painful shock seared through her throat, knocking her to her knees. If this had happened that morning, she surely would have resisted longer, but her will was broken, so as soon as she could get up she rushed back into the living room, dropping onto her knees in front of the box, and apologizing profusely to her master and mistress for her disobedience.

Tico nodded with pleasure, telling Mistress H to continue with this phase of the training. Erin's day started with drills that she was familiar with, but with the twist that she wasn't connected to a leash. Her mistress was always specific about where Erin could go, and the obedient slave always obeyed.

Towards midday (game-time), Erin was told to empty her waste bucket in the bathroom that was just outside Tico's bedroom. It quickly became obvious that in order to have her avatar do this, Erin would actually have to empty her real waste bucket into her own bathroom. She did this with some relief, then willingly walked back into the living room and within range of the robotic arms.

She was then told to walk outside, walk 100 paces down the road, then turn and walk back. Again it was clear that in order to satisfy the command, Erin would actually have to leave her house and walk down her road. She didn't have any handcuffs or restraints on at the time, but she was buck naked except for her high heels and her collar.

She got to her front door, turned the knob, and took her first step outside her house since Friday night. But she wasn't free. She knew her collar would just call her back if she tried to run. She was worried about what would happen if someone drove by and saw her walking naked in her heels down the road in the middle of the night. Would she disobey her mistress and try to get them to drive her away? Would she survive the punishment if that happened? Surely no one would be able to quickly remove the metal collar that was locked around her neck. Fortunately or not, no one did drive by, and the obedient slave returned to her house and knelt again in front of her mistress.

These tests continued to get more daring. Next up she was told to drive herself to the nearest convenience store, buy a box of condoms, and return. She was allowed to wear clothes for this, but told to pick the most revealing outfit in her wardrobe. Before she left, it was demonstrated to her that her collar worked as a GPS and also as a two-way radio and hidden camera. Her mistress would be listening to her and watching at all times. If she said or did anything even remotely out of the ordinary to the store clerk, she would be severely punished.

Erin was also told that if she was detained by the police or anyone else, then her collar had the ability to inject a poison into her neck that would kill her instantly. Mistress H stroked Erin's cheek as she said this, letting her know that she certainly didn't want to do this to her obedient slave, but that she would if she had to, to protect Tico.

The threat scared the shit out of Erin, who, after seeing what this game was capable of, had no intention of testing whether it was an idle threat or not. Far better to pass up an escape attempt and live until the makers of this damn game could find her and get her out safely. Erin made it to the store and back without incident, except for some cat-calls and the clerk saying that she was buying those condoms for one hell of a lucky man.

When Tico returned at the end of the game day, Mistress H updated him on Erin's progress. The boss was quite pleased and informed Erin that she had earned the privilege to have sex with an orgasm. Erin's heart skipped a beat. She knew it should be an outrageous thing for someone to 'reward' her with, but the memory of that first night's sex was still fresh in her mind. It had only been the night before, after all, though she felt as if she had been denied numerous times in between, as each game-night and game-morning Tico had fucked her in the ass or ordered a blow job or a titty fuck or some other way that pleasured him just fine but did nothing for her.

Her master ordered her to lock herself into the set of bondage stocks that he kept in his bedroom. The gear folded out of the game box in Erin's living room, and the slave cheerfully walked over to clip herself in. She didn't care if wanting this orgasm made her pathetic. She'd been going through hell and she deserved this one pleasure. Anyway, she was a sex slave!

Spring loaded cuffs locked shut around her forearms, neck, calves and ankles, holding her firmly in a kneeling doggie-style position. She shivered with anticipation as she watched her master on the screen walk over to his wall of toys and make a few selections. She wasn't thrilled with all of his selections, such as the clover nipple clamps with springs and weights that bounced and pulled painfully on her nipples, She also wasn't happy with the long metal ass hook that was inserted into her rear hole and tied tightly to a nose hook, forcing her to keep her head pushed back and her ass pushed up.

But it wasn't a slave's place to complain. Anyway, she was getting lost in the lust of anticipation. She was blindfolded, which prevented her from getting any warning when her master slammed a paddle onto her upturned ass. The pain was excruciating, coming on top of the welts that still striped her ass, and it might have lowered her arousal except for the recollection of the way the pain from that first spanking had mixed with pleasure to drive her totally nuts.

Finally, she heard her master whisper into her ear "Beg for my cock."

That was all she needed to start gushing a string of wanton pleas. This time, Tico applied the clit vibrator before entering her himself, bringing her quickly to her first orgasm. While she was still spasming, Tico plunged himself into her dripping pussy. He turned the vibrator to a low setting, but kept it pressed against Erin's clit, keeping her body on a razor's edge.

He began pounding in and out of Erin like a jack-hammer, faster than any human could possibly achieve, but of course Tico himself was just an avatar and the mannequin that was fucking her apparently had a very high horse-power motor. Erin was getting reamed at 600 rpm, and she felt like she might get torn apart, but she didn't care, she just kept screaming for more and more!

She felt Tico grab the taught rope that connected her ass-hook to her nose-hook, and felt him yank it upwards. Her head was slammed back as far as it would go in the stocks and her ass was angled upwards even further. This changed the angle that Tico's cock was entering her, hitting an even sweeter spot and changing the tone of her screaming and moaning. He must have hooked that ass-nose line onto something above her, because she then felt his non-vibrator hand mauling her dangling breasts. He swatted at the weights hanging from them, sending them bouncing all over the place and yanking terribly on her nipples. At the same time, he cranked up the vibrator to its full setting.

Erin was heading for the cliff, but 5 seconds later, the vibrator and Tico's reaming stopped on a dime. She shouted, "No, God, Please keep going! Please master, fuck me!!"

All of a sudden the vibrator and the reaming were back at full power and full speed, but after another 5 seconds they stopped dead again. This was pure sexual torture for the helpless nympho in Tico's control. She begged him to keep going, but time and again he would freeze after only a few seconds . Then, after being frozen for an especially long torturous time, she felt him remove the vibrator, spread her lips with his fingers, and pinch her clit.

His fingers were like vice grips as he pulled down on her clit. The pain was extreme and exquisite. With his other hand, he pulled down on the springs attached to her nipple clamps, securing them to the floor such that the clover clamps pulled terribly on her tender buds. Erin found herself screaming in pain but also screaming for him to pull harder, and thought "my God, is that what I really want?"

Still pinching and pulling Erin's clit with one hand, Tico then grabbed a handful of her hair with his other hand and yanked backwards. Her head was already cranked back as far as it could go, but this added one more painful point of pulling. With Erin's hair, nipples and clit stretched to the max, Tico then slowly slid his cock back into her pussy. Erin begged and begged, but he would not be rushed. He left himself planted all the way in, then ever so slowly withdrew.

In and out he slowly went, tantalizing the slave who writhed in agony and pleasure in his grip. Ever so slowly he began picking up the tempo. He maintained his tight grip on her hair, and while he kept the extreme pressure on her clit, he also began rolling the little nub in his fingers. As the pace of his thrusting and rolling increased, he was somehow able to bring the clit vibrator back into play without releasing either her clit or her hair. He was now pressing the vibrator against the base of her clit while pinching and rolling its tip. The combination was electric.

Erin was no longer screaming any recognizable words, just a constant stream of moans and groans. Tico then rapidly increased the pace of his thrusting, the intensity of the vibrator, and the force of his clit rolling. He got back to jack-hammer speed and full intensity, held it all there for a moment, then exploded. Erin erupted as well. She had no idea how many times she had already orgasmed, but she sure knew that this final one was the most intense.