Virtual Sex Fantasy

Rilynn steps into the rig. The world folds tight around her, all polished black and hot light. Her captor moves first, fist in her hair, shoving her down until the thick head of him hits the back of her throat. She gags, eyes flooding, but the gag only makes her wetter. Every time he slams deeper she feels the ache in her jaw and the pulse between her legs flare. When he rips her upright she’s gasping, spit shining on her chin, nipples tight from the sudden chill. Rope bites next, yanked across her chest and cinched behind her elbows, forcing her shoulders back, tits forward. A heavy silicone ball wedges past her teeth, leather straps snapped snug. He turns her, forces her forward over a padded bench, ankles spread and cuffed wide. The first thrust splits her open with no give; she jerks, breath locked behind the gag, and then the rhythm starts, brutal and steady, hips slapping her ass raw. She can’t move an inch, can only feel every inch he shoves inside. Each slap lands heavier. Every time she flinches the ropes tighten, sending fresh heat straight between her thighs. The machine underneath her reads it all. Her clit throbs harder with every cruel stroke, her cunt clenching like it wants to pull him deeper, keep him there. When he pulls the ring gag free she barely gets a breath before the fingers of one glove shove two slick digits into her mouth, stretching her lips while he keeps driving from behind. She comes shaking, legs trembling in the cuffs, throat raw from the sounds she can’t hold back. He doesn’t stop. The second time hits faster, meaner, her body jerking like it belongs to the ropes now. Through it all the sensors record the way fear and want twist together, how the rougher he gets the slicker she becomes, how the virtual world lets her crave everything she’d never dare outside it.