Kseniya the Beta Tester: Fuckcraft

I came into myself around noon. There was a movie playing- one of the Star Wars sequels- and I was draped across their laps, my face in Bao's thigh, his hand in my hair, and Tameka's hand idly squeezing my ass, the tip of her thumb brushing teasingly against my entrance. I murmured, shifted, and frowned as I realized that there was still something inside my ass. I clenched around it, trying to get a better feel.

"It's one of the square dildos for the Fuckcraft game," Bao explained. "We're definitely going to include them as an option for vaginal insertion, but we're less sure how they'll fair anally."

"Don't remember how it felt going," I admitted.

"That doesn't matter," Tameka answered before Bao could. "Today's not for the company. Today's for us."

And it was.

-

The square dildo came out, and we had pizza delivered for lunch, and then I watched them play strip n' stuff poker. Whenever one of them folded, they lost an article of clothing, and then the other got to choose which of the toys from Bao's suitcase would go on me, and where. They played until Bao won, and I was seated on a sybian, a hitachi grinding against my clit as my ass vibrated with anal beads. There were two dildos- one neon pink but otherwise realistic looking, the other looking more like a tentacle than anything else- fitting snuggling inside my cunt. My arms were tied behind my back, wrists to elbows, and my hair was fastened to my ankles. My mouth was held open with a large spider gag, my nipple piercings had a chain pulled taught between them, and weights dangling from it.

He celebrated that win by fucking Tameka's ass from behind, each thrust of his driving her clit into my mouth. Bliss.

I woke up, tucked in to bed, completely denuded of sex toys and feeling freshly showered. The Trungs had gone to pick up dinner, and when they returned we ate on the balcony, enjoying the view of the Space Needle, everyone back in their clothing as the sky darkened and the temperature began to plummet.

I shivered.

"We have plans for you, dearheart," Bao said mournfully "Otherwise we'd warm you up right here and now."

"Can we get to those plans?" I asked eagerly.

We moved indoors, to my bedroom, where Tameka took the lead and guided my shirt and skirt off. Bao got her own halter top off, as she squeeze my breasts, one in each hand.

"I'll be right back," he whispered, kissing Tameka on the lips. He disappeared, and she pushed me back onto the bed.

"Spread your legs," she told me, and she undid her skirt. "Hold them open for me and Bao."

She hardly even needed to say anything. I'm not their prostitute- I'm their slut.

I held my legs open and up as the skirt fell away, followed shortly by her panties. One hand immediately began to pump her clit, and the other to trace lightly over my body. I closed my eyes.

I did not open them when I heard Bao return, or the wet sounds of them kissing. I didn't open them when Bao began to play with my breasts, or even when I felt Tameka's fingers penetrate my ass.

I opened them when Bao said "Look at me." And when he told me to straddle him it did that too. His hands were at my waist, holding me up, as he shifted on the bed, the head of his cock teasing between my legs. Then, with a sharp, suddenly movement, he jerked me down so the head of his dick had penetrated my ass.

I let out a shout and swore. Tameka's hands joined her husband's on my hips, and they cooed reassurances until I was okay to continue. Slowly, steadily, I sank further and further down, until he was completely inside me. He nodded, and Tameka's hands wandered to my breasts, alternately squeezing and pulling until I had begun to ride him in earnest. Then she withdrew.

I didn't know what she was doing, until Bao tightened his grip on my waist, forcing me to stop. She pushed me forwards- I braced myself on the headboard to keep from falling over completely, and then felt the cool slickness of more lube, and the heat of her clit as she joined her husband.

I moaned and whimpered, and then they began to thrust, him moving upwards and she moved forwards, and it was all I could do not to fall.

It was over in a few moments, and in a few moments more, Bao collected himself enough to get a warm, wet washcloth, and his bag, so he could ensure that as little damage had been done as I felt.

Then he lay back down in bed, and he and Tameka began to fondle their way across my body, with those large, wide hands of theirs, each large enough to crush one of my breasts- and my breasts, while not as large as Tameka's are not small. They traced the contours of my body as I sighed and leaned into their touch, and we finished the day with the each of them crooking three fingers inside my cunt and letting me squirm against them until I came.

-

Saturday might have been for us, but Sunday was decidedly more corporate.

They left in the morning, with admonishments from Tameka to not arrive until five o'clock and to dress to impress, and from Bao to finish my after action report before coming to their house- which was, of course, comprised of the other four floors in our building.

Still, I did as they asked, and was pleasantly surprised to find Dr. Inayatullah was dining with us. They wanted to make another model of my cunt and my ass, and to get some preliminary testing done, and several other things which made Tameka roll her eyes.

Dr. Inayatullah eyes were glazed by the time the modeling was done, and unlike the Trungs, he cannot concentrate with an erection.

"Would you like me to help you, Doctor?" I asked.

He also flusters so easily, as though he was not a frequent addition to our bed, as though Bao never asked me to stop by his office on my way out and offer him some personal relief.

"I- yes- I mean-" he stammered, nearly dropping his phone.

"Would you like us to leave?" Bao asked, laughing his kindly laugh.

Dr. Inayatullah shook his head.

"Would you like us to stop recording?" Tameka asked.

"No, no and- and I would not mind if you joined in, but I would like to try something first," he asked, turning to each of us, unsure whose permission he needed.

"We'll watch for now, then," Bao said.

"We'll let you know when we decided to join in," Tameka added.

Dr. Inayatullah turned to me.

"If you do something I have a problem with, I'll let you know," I told him.

He guided me over to a lab stool, and sat down, drawing his cock out. He was a respectable seven inches in length when fully erect, and not any thinner than Tameka's clit.

"Could you- not remove your dress, but unlace it, so that your breasts are showing?" he asked me.

I did, letting the straps of the dress fall down my shoulder as my breasts spilled out. He reached with his hand and cupped my left breast, then pinched my piercing between his thumb and forefinger and pulled.

I gasped.

"Is that alright?" he asked.

"Yes, yes, yes," I chanted as he pulled again.

"Come here," he said, and I sank down on his cock without conscious thought.

"No, you move," he said, when I stopped. "Move, damn you, move, and fast."

I rode him as hard and as fast as I could. He made no effort to help me keep my balance, but resumed playing with my breasts, twisting and pulling and scratching and biting as I moaned encouragements, first in English then in Russian.

"Off," he ordered suddenly, and it took me a moment to comply. Then he pushed me impatiently to my knees and told me to hold my breasts out for him. He jerked off, pulsing onto my chest and my dress.

I knelt there as he recovered, listening to the sounds of Tameka and Bao fucking behind me. Then, finally, after Dr. Inayatullah had pulled himself together and they had done the same, Bao pulled me to my feet.

"I don't think you'll need this for the rest of the night," he said, as Tameka undid the rest of the lacing holding my dress up. I stepped out of it, and, at their direction, sat back gynecologist's examination chair, and hooked my feet into the stirrups.

That night was spent giving feedback about how easily each of the Fuckcraft dildos penetrated my ass, Dr. Inayatullah's come drying on my breasts. It remained there until the following morning, when I returned to my apartment to shower.

-

It's entirely possible that you've not seen an Immersion platform outside of the pornography, and are therefore more familiar with the observation lab's model than the retail one. An Immersion platform does cost eighteen grand, after all, and there's still a great deal of stigma attached to being seen at a Cybrothel.

On the off chance that you have never watched that sort of film, let me assure you that the sort of Immersion platform normally sold to people is private. Not soundproof, of course- when all other safety featured fail, you must be able to call for help, after all- but you are in an enclosed space where no one can see you- unless you're streaming something, of course.

Then the whole world can see you.

For obvious reasons, that's neither the model used in making Immersion-centered porn films, or in the observatory. There is a shallow illusion of privacy in the lab- you are alone in the room- but that is all. You sit in the saddle, completely exposed to anyone who walks in, and you know there are people watching you from behind the mirrors to your left, and should you forget it, then the intercom will rob you of that soon enough. Though the room is heated, it's easy to feel as though you're outside, easy to feel exposed.

It was not a turn on when I first started here- Bao had needed to sit with me during my first twelve hour session. I'm better now. And Dr. Inayatullah knows that when I ask to give him a blowjob to ensure that I could sleep enough to do twelve hour session, I am not joking.

I decided to create a new save file while I wasn't doing gangbang mode, so I began a game with a new Stefanie, punching trees for wood, mining enough materials to activate the grinder- then it was time for egg hunting.

Stefanie set off in search of a wolfman to domesticate. As I was horny, and we had already wasted an hour on set up, I had her stop to fuck the first thing she came across: a duckman.

It was agreed, over my protestations, that we would use only the standard 'beginner' dildos: realistically shaped, five inches long, and one inch wide. I understood the wisdom of this when it pressed into me- I was comfortable with the sharp motion- a less experienced person, or even someone who had not had the same weekend as I would probably have found that painful.

"How would you rate the lubrication, Miss Fayzulina?" Mr. Trung asked after the three hour session was done.

"Barely adequate, sir," I reported sourly. "I was fine, but we have to assume that some poor virgin is going to decide to stick a whole Endildo up their ass without any real idea of what that entails, so. I don't want to say foreplay, but foreplay. Maybe have the dildo rub against the ass while dripping lube? And it should certainly go in slower- especially at first."

"And the eggs?" he asked.

"Those are different, when in the ass rather than the cunt, which is a bit distracting," I pondered. "I don't know if I like, or if I have to get used to it, or what have you."

"Very well then," he replied. "We'll see you at three o'clock for the six-hour session."

Those problems were not fixed by the six hour session, and I was growing more and more certain that there would need to, at the very least, be a stricter limit on the ass inventory. Mr. Trung took note of my concerns, and then recommended I get some rest- the next session would last for nine hours, and start at three in the morning.

I stopped by Dr. Inayatullah's office. "I need to sleep," I asked.

"Get ready for bed, and then I'll have something for you," he replied.

I showered, and changed into the oversized T-shirt I normally wore to bed when I slept alone. Dr. Inayatullah was waiting for me when I came back from the bathroom, laying on the bed I'd been assigned while under observation with his clothes folded neatly on the desk.

I curled up at the foot of the bed, waiting for him to take me by the hair and use me, and he did not disappoint me. I woke up four and a half hours later, and reported back to work.

After I brushed my teeth. There are some things which I am not so happy to have in my mouth for four and a half hours, and that taste was one of them.

Stefanie fucked her way through a fuma, five squidteases, four creepers, twelve skeletons, and, finally, a wolfman. He did not lay when he was domesticated, but as I figured that one can never have too many wolfmen about, that changed at the cost of a cut of rotten meat and five minutes fucking.

Then I had to call the whole thing to a stop, because it felt like he'd laid in my intestine, and that was not a very good feeling.

Nothing had been pushed into my intestine, so much as it had been pushed against my intestine, as it turned out, but no one was particularly eager to wait for that to happen.

"We can do what we do when people are playing with Steve," Mr. Trung said. "And have the egg drop, and need to be placed in an incubator of some kind, when it's been laid in the ass."

"Perhaps you could offer the option to insert the egg in your cunt?" I suggested.

The rest of the nine hour session was cancelled in favor of debugging: the first twelve hour one would begin, as scheduled, at nine that evening. I took a shower, took a walk, had lunch and then returned to my room, where I very nearly dozed off when there was a knock on my door.

"Ksyusha?" Bao asked. "May I come in?"

"Of course," I replied, and he did, closing the door behind him and sitting gingerly on the edge of the bed.

"Is everything okay, dearheart?" he asked. "You haven't been orgasming as often as you usually do."

"I'm fine, intestine panic aside."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

"You know me," I replied. "It's not like I don't enjoy taking it up the ass- I do, a lot. But not so much as I enjoy taking it in the cunt, or the throat."

"I thought the grinder would help," he said.

"It does, but it's not especially great until I upgrade it to gold level," I told him. "You'll see when we try gangbang mode- I'll switch back to my usual Stefanie then, and she's got an enchanted obsidian one."

He smiled his wide smile. "Can I see now, how you are when you're being fulfilled?"

"Of course," I said.

We undressed separately, and came together with me bent over the edge of the bed, Bao driving into me from behind as I clawed at the mattress, every disappointing orgasm of the past two days shattered by the sensation of his dick splitting me open, pounding against my g-spot and driving me higher and higher.

I awoke around five, and found myself wondering if perhaps I might be able to find my father's grave now- surely this was making him spin in it, his youngest, his daughter, screwing foreign men, and foreign women, being fucked by them, by my employers, and liking it, asking for it. It went against everything that I had been taught, everything I knew my family had wanted for me. They would have been disappointed to learn that I was working in video games, that I was thirty and still unmarried, even without the fucking. That I had no intention of marrying, and would happily stay with Bao and Tameka until death parted us, would have probably caused them to disown me.

These thoughts happen, from time to time. They don't ever leave, really, and it's sometimes hard to say what provokes them. There was nothing for it, but to shower, eat, and head off to work.

-

That first twelve hour session ran remarkably smooth: debugging, in this case, had involved printing new dildos with ziggurat-shaped tips that rubbed against my entrance, teasingly, spreading more than enough lube for the comfort of those who didn't like it rough. Whenever Stefanie had an egg or a pearl laid in her, now, the egg would pop on the ground in-game, giving her the chance to incubate it herself or use the portable one she now carried everywhere with her on her trusty mule.

I upgraded the grinder through steel, then had a fantastic stroke of luck: diamonds. I could not upgrade fast enough, almost literally: there turned out to be a monster spawner nearby.

I spent almost the whole of the next eight hours getting fucked in the ass- skeletons and zombies and spider queens all lining up, one stepping in as soon as the other had dissolved. It was all I could do to keep her away long enough to construct a saferoom: a little beginner's hut where my wolfman was called to heel, where I could direct Stefanie to hide for a time, in order for her to regain some of her stamina by eating bread, and me to regain some of mine by feeding the wolfman and then directing Stefanie to suck.

Ass-fucking might not be my first choice, but given enough of it, and a decent vibrator, it was more than enough for me to drop about five pounds from squirting alone.

Dr. Inayatullah checked me over, first professionally, and once that was satisfied, he smiled, and said he wished to test my secondary senses. I accepted the blindfold, answered every question about the smell and taste and feel of his hands on my breasts, kneading and pinching and pulling, his fingers in my cunt, never giving me quite enough, and the taste of his cock when he let the tip of it rest on my tongue. Then I begged.

"We must test your coordination, first," he said, and then unstrapped me from the chair. "Count to thirty, then take off the blindfold. Your clothes are hanging on the back of the door, and there is a dildo on the table. Dress, and insert the dildo into your cunt. It will, at some point soon, begin to vibrate. When that happens, go back to your bedroom, and try to keep it in you without having to touch it with your hands. Do you understand?"

"What happens when I get back to my bedroom?" I demanded, too turned on to care that I was being rude.

"That depends on you," he replied, and then he left.

I counted to thirty, and then did exactly as he asked. It took five minutes for the dildo to start vibrating, which I used to determine that if I walked with my legs close together, I had a good chance of succeeding.

It was much harder to do when it was on the when it was off- when I could feel my juices dripping down my thighs. I managed, however, and found not only Dr. Inayatullah but Bao and Tameka waiting for me.

"Your results were very positive," Dr. Inayatullah joked. "But I prescribe cocksucking and orgasms as a precautionary measure."

At their direction, I sat on Bao's cock, as he held the dildo up against my g-spot. The girth was immense, amazing, and I was coming almost before he began to thrust, each movement sharpening the pressure and sensation of the dildo massaging my g-spot. Then Tameka and Dr. Inayatullah began to pass my mouth between them in a rhythm: a few quick thrusts in my mouth from his cock, a deep breath, a long press of her clit in my throat, another breath, sucking on his balls, licking my way up his shaft and suckling from his head, another breath, half a dozen rough thrusts of her clit as deeply as she could...

At some point, I was bathed, and I awoke in the executive suit, sandwiched between Tameka and Bao as the alarm beeped softly.

"It's too earlier in the morning for you to be smiling like that," she grumbled.

"Given last night, and today? No it is not," I replied.

"Gangbang mode today?" she asked.

"Twelve hours," I replied gleefully.

"Be sure to get your boss to forward me the footage," she teased.

"It's funny you should mention that," Bao said.

Both Tameka and I turned around to face him.

"When it comes time to launch the Immersion platform version, we expect that most of the people to want to play will be men," Bao said. "We've got a bunch of ads prepared to help us capture as much as the female market as we can, but for single player, there's only so much we can do. Multiplayer mode- that does change the dynamic a bit."