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[Optional Task: wear something that makes you feel sexy. Write “USE THIS BDSM SLUT” on a piece of paper. Display it on or near your body. Bind your wrists and ankles. Do this in your bedroom or, if you’re especially daring, somewhere else. Now enjoy the story]

Carrie-Anne shrieked with delight when she opened the package. Her VR headset had finally arrived! The Metatrix Adventure XXXIII was the hottest tech item right now, with unsurpassed visual realism. It was even the first headset able to stimulate parts of the brain to make the user feel things! She eagerly connected it to her computer and rushed through setup as quickly as possible.

She didn’t have to deliberate on how she would have to use it first. She wasn’t interested in trying the lame preloaded games, like VR Golf. She wasn’t even going to try the big hits, like Bawdry’s Gape 3 or Leers of the Kink Dom. Well, not right now, she’d buy those later, maybe after payday.

No, right now she had something else in mind. Metatrix had software to design immersive virtual experiences. Carrie-Anne had learned about a hack to enable explicit experiences, and she wasted no time in installing it. She’d never heard of the website she got it from before, but she was sure it was fine.

She tried various prompts with the Metatrix AI. She was aiming for a classic dungeon. Stone walls and floor, metal chains and bars, the sort of place that could have centuries of history of keeping girls captive. The best she could do looked more like an abandoned parking garage than a castle dungeon, but it was close enough.

The protagonist was trickier. At first she tried a big, brutish orc. There was something deeply disturbing about the fingers, however. She shuddered and tried to avoid looking at them and tried again. Perhaps a powerful, brooding vampire? She said vampire! So why was her immortal lord of the night looking like a sparkly teenager? Third try’s a charm. She decided to select a character already available, something simple. A mysterious man in a suit with dark sunglasses. That wasn’t what she originally had in mind, but interrogation scenes could be hot. This could work.

For the heroine - or rather, victim - she kept it simple. A cute girl with dark hair. Maybe she’d tweak that later. She left the girl nude. Figuring out what she should wear and implementing it would take more time, and it made sense for the captive to be deprived of the dignity of clothing.

Now for the fun part: describing the action. This would be a bit trickier. This wasn’t just a matter of letting generative AI make a 3D model. There would need to be new objects, and the agent and the victim would be interacting with them. She got a little confused and tried pulling up some documentation, but that quickly exhausted her patience. She could spend weeks trying to detail every centimeter of what would happen. Fortunately, the AI could fill in a lot for her.

It didn’t take long before she realized it would be easier if she filled the virtual dungeon with suitable objects, and then set basic parameters for the “agent” character to use, instead of scripting many different scenes in detail. With a mix of AI prompts and free BDSM objects she could import from the Internet, she was able to put in dozens of suitable objects for the characters to play with.

Then she turned her attention to the character she was thinking of as the agent. She tried scripting some dialogue, but that quickly proved to be much more complicated than she expected. In the end, she only wrote one fixed line: “We're willing to wipe the slate clean, give you a fresh start. All that we're asking in return is your cooperation.” There, that sounded nice and interrogation-y. She told the AI to improvise other threatening lines based on the situation. As for actions, the AI would simply select objects in the dungeon at random and make use of them, either bringing them to the girl or bringing the girl to the object and putting them to their intended purpose.

The girl, however, needed to be more interesting. She needed to respond in a lifelike manner to a wide variety of sensations, with an ongoing emotional state and level of arousal. Carrie-Anne enabled every related enhancement she could think of. Well, almost all. She made sure to disable all physical damage. No blood, bruising or anything else. No matter how intense the “interrogation” was, nothing icky would happen, but the girl would genuinely seem to be responding to all kinds of intense sensations.

Then there were overall simulation parameters to consider. After thinking for a moment, Carrie-Anne selected the perpetual simulation option. Apparently that could result in the AI getting better as the simulation ran longer. But the agent wouldn’t be there the entire time. He would appear at random intervals, for random lengths of time.

That all looked good. She hit the preview button and watched on her monitor.

The girl was on tiptoe, her wrists in shackles over her head. She struggled helplessly, a sheen of sweat on her naked body.

The agent came into the room and gave his line. “We're willing to wipe the slate clean, give you a fresh start. All that we're asking in return is your cooperation.” Perfect, just what she wanted.

Then the agent added, “The other life is lived in computers. I hate this place. This zoo. This prison.”

What the heck was that? Wow, this generative AI thing was not all it was cracked up to be. Ugh. Hopefully that would improve after the simulation ran for a while. Oh well, the dialogue wasn’t the most important part.

Oh, this was good! Carrie-Anne idly fondled her breasts as she watched.

The agent took a leather flogger to the girl’s breasts, making her tits jiggle delightfully with each hit. Each time, the girl shrieked out loud.

He dripped hot wax from some of the many candles in the dungeon on her breasts. The wax disappeared from her body after a few moments.

He fastened shackles around her ankles, connected to ceiling chains. Then he turned a crank, pulling the girl’s ankles into the air. Now she was hanging naked from all fours. It wasn’t long before the stern agent opened his fly and rammed his cock into the girl, shaking her in the chains. As he pounded into the girl on the screen, Carrie-Anne fingered herself furiously.

She kept watching, occasionally fast forwarding the scenarios. Sometimes the girl was locked in a small cage, or in a pillory. Sometimes she was beaten with a riding crop, or had her nipples clamped. At one time or another every one of her holes was violated, either with toys or by the agent. The girl never had a moment’s freedom, even though sometimes she’d be left alone in some kind of bondage for an extended period.

In another scene, the agent grabbed what looked like a metal rod with a dildo on the end. The girl started shaking her head frantically as he walked towards her. He relentlessly slid it up and into her. She tilted her head back and shrieked. He mounted the base of the pole against the floor. It wasn’t going anywhere and neither was she. Every scene was like that. A helplessly immobilized girl, tormented and violated again and again.

Carrie-Anne rubbed herself to an orgasm as she watched. After she caught her breath, she stopped the preview. What was she doing, watching a little preview on her computer screen, when she could be using her expensive new Metatrix Adventure headset?

First, a few adjustments. The preview had been really hot, but the girl’s reactions were sometimes kind of wooden. Carrie-Ann double checked the settings and dialed up the girl’s arousal, sensitivity to sensation and desire to escape, among others.

Now she was ready to play the full simulation on the headset. No, wait! There was more to do to prepare.

Carrie-Ann loved her latex clothing. Unfortunately, she didn’t have much. Now that she had finally purchased the Metatrix Adventure XXXIII, perhaps she could start slowly saving up for more. She worked herself into a latex bra, panties, and thigh-high boots. Wow, she felt so sexy right now. She really should wear these more often in private. But she wanted to make it even more fun. After a few moments of consideration, she took a small pink egg-shaped vibrator from her nightstand and slipped it into her already-wet pussy inside her panties, then turned it on. Carrie-Ann took some straps and bound her legs firmly together. She loved the feeling of helpless restriction, and it made the vibrator feel even more delicious.

Should she bind her hands as well? She decided against it after a moment. At least for this time. She needed to see how the headset worked - she might need full range of motion with her hands.

She looked around her room one more time. Now she was ready. Oh, right. On her computer, she ran the command to load the simulation onto her headset.

Simulation import failed? What? No, no, no! She was not going to have her first VR sex simulation ruined with some kind of bug on her brand new headset!

Skimming through the error details, it sounded like the issue was that the AI for the girl was only level 3. It needed to be at least level 5 to do what she wanted. The agent seemed to be fine, as his instructions were relatively simple.

Maybe she could find something in the store? Carrie-Ann was distracted by the vibrator buzzing away between her bound thighs, but she didn’t want to stop now. She just had to fix this one little thing and then the fun would really begin!

Yikes. Level 5 AIs were definitely out of the budget, at least for now. What else could she do? She didn’t want to have to revise a bunch of parameters for her session. She wanted to get started already! Her damp thighs were begging her to dive in and watch the simulation.

After some quick searching, Carrie-Ann found another tool from another dubious site. This sounded like the solution for all her problems. Instead of shelling out lots of money like some schmuck for a level 5 avatar from the store, this program would build her an avatar, filling in gaps with information from her! It just needed to alter her headset a bit so it could read the necessary information.

Carrie-Ann quickly skipped past license agreements and warnings without reading them. Modifying the Metatrix Adventure’s firmware would void the warranty, blah blah. She scrolled right past a section marked “WARNING! READ THIS!” that said something about how the tool would create a level 12 AI. Well, that sounded fantastic! Level 12 sounded much better than level 5. It was just something about ethics, yadda yadda.

Carrie-Ann clicked through all the necessary prompts to start the scanning session, and then put the headset on her head. In a matter of moments she would be watching her beautifully perverted scenario in sensory-enhanced VR as she played with her breasts and enjoyed the vibrator buzzing between her bound legs.

She could see nothing except a message saying “BEGIN SCAN?” Carrie-Ann was thrown off for a moment, then remembered that the headset could be operated with mental commands. She called up the mental interface, then imagined tapping on the message. It flashed in confirmation. Then the headset began scanning her brain.