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Subject:      TG: "The Virtual Revenge" (04) (WWW.RNE.COM)
From:         Russiv@cris.com (SEAN  MCFARLANDS)
Date:         1996/12/17
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TG: "The Virtual Revenge" (Virtual Trans)

 

 

                  The Virtual Revenge - Part 4

 

                       by Tina Douglas

 

"Hold on there guys!" Dan shouted as he entered the room. Alex,

Curt  and Steve stopped in their fondling and teasing of Reggie's

dainty body, but  forcefully held him down as they looked up.

 

"What the fuck for," Alex laughingly answered, allowing his hands

to fondle Reggie's erect nipples as he talked to Dan.

 

"Yeah, Dan," offered Curt. "She's just gettin good and hot! Check

out this juicy little pussy!" he said as his fingers pulled

Reggie's wet vaginal lips open for display.

 

Dan laughed loudly at that. "I've got a little something special

to tell you about this one, guys," Dan explained. "This little

twot came in here earlier today and claimed to be our old college

buddy Reggie. Remember  Reggie?"

 

Reggie's three former friends looked down at Reggie in stunned

silence. Finally, Steve offered, "Um... Dan. Reggie was a guy."

 

That set everyone into hysterical laughter. Except Reggie. He

just  layed prone, pinned to the couch by three strong men, and

shuddered to think what Dan was planning for him.

 

"Well, after all, this is virtual reality," Dan said as he calmed

down. "This little cunt came in here looking exactly like Reggie,

and tried to get invited to our party tonight. But I found out

that this little bitch was really a spy from another software

company. Anyone here think Reggie  would presently be working as

a corporate spy for a major computer company?"

 

They all laughed again at that. "Shit," said Alex, "Reggie was a

good buddy, but he's probably a fry cook at McDonald's by now,

the lazy  fucker!"

 

"That's what I figured," Dan replied, "But how can we be sure?"

 

They got a little bit more serious at this point, ignoring

Reggie's  seductively prone form as they conferred about ways to

check Reggie's  identity.

 

Curt figured a line trace would identify the user, and Dan

revealed  that the line trace was registered to Astonishing

Enterprises. A little more checking had revealed that Reggie was

unemployed. A bit more - that Reggie's wife worked at Astonishing

Enterprises.

 

In no time, all three of Reggie's other college buddies had

reached   the same conclusion: that this was a spy masquerading

as Reggie, probably  aided by information Reggie's wife supplied

about her husband's  personal life. Dan left the room to check

one more detail out. "Have some  more fun with the cunt," Dan

said as he left the room.

 

"Listen, Alex," Reggie pleaded, "this isn't what it looks like.

Let me explain!"

 

"Oh sure, babe," Alex replied with a smirk, "Why don't you

explain. Like what's your real name, and which of us would you

like to fuck you first?"

 

"No, listen!" Reggie begged, "I really am Reggie!"

 

"Stop guys!" Steve said. They reluctantly stopped their physical

teasing and turned to Steve. "I think this really is Reggie."

 

"Thank God!" Reggie gasped. "Now could you let me up?"

 

"Sure," said Steve, and moved to do so. But he abruptly stopped,

and  grabbed Reggie's wrist. "Wait a minute! Reggie still owes me

ten bucks!" he said angrily to his two confused friends.

 

"What are you talking about, Steve?" Reggie asked, trying to pull

away. "I don't owe you anything."

 

"No way, Reg!" Steve said firmly, pulling Reggie's fragile body

closer. "You owe me my ten bucks, and I want it!"

 

"Alright!" Reggie cried, beginning to become frightened again,

"I'll pay you, as soon as we get out of here!"

 

"Oh, no" Steve replied. "That's not soon enough! If you can't pay

now, maybe there's some other way you can make it up to me."

 

Alex and Curt guffawed, as they witnessed the mind game come to

its conclusion. Reggie, now seeing the setup, struggled

frantically to get away from Steve, who's iron grip held him

firmly in place.

 

"Now, now, Reggie old chum," Steve mocked. "A debt is a debt, and

it  must be payed."

 

Reggie shrieked as Steve forcefully turned him around and

proceeded to bend him over. "This might be worth something to

me," he said as he slipped his hard cock into Reggie's pussy. To

Reggie's disgust and horror, his female body responded eagerly to

the attentions it had received, and his pussy was very wet,

allowing Steve to penetrate very deeply on his first thrust.

Steve pumped away, forcing a gasp from Reggie with each stroke.

 

"Yep, this is doing the trick, buddy," he mocked. "I'd say this

is worth about... five bucks. Now how will we settle the rest? Do

you have five  bucks with you?"

 

Steve knew the answer, but forced Reggie to say no. "Then we'll

have to figure this out." As he pumped away at Reggie's cunt from

behind, he  waved Alex around to Reggie's front. Reggie turned

his head in disgrace as Alex's large member soon was held

directly in front of his face. "Now come on Reggie. Be fair,"

chided Alex. "A good college man like yourself always  honors his

debts.

 

With that, Alex grabbed Reggie's head with both his hands, and

forced Reggie's mouth around his waiting hard-on. Now Reggie was

being pumped from both ends. Though he struggled at first, he was

too easily overpowered by  these two large men, and was soon

obediently sucking and receiving the two cocks as he was

expected.

 

"Come on now Reg!" Steve mocked further. "You're loosing points!

I  want you to show me how much you enjoy this, or else we'll

have to find some other way to work off your debt. I know! Dan

has a bondage room set up! We could tie Reggie here up, and brand

him, and whip him and shit on him..."

 

That was threat enough for Reggie. Ignoring his shame, he began

to really put on a show - moaning and wiggling in pleasure, only

half pretense.  He licked Alex's cock like a professional whore,

remembering every pleasure  point he had experienced as a man. He

worked to muscles of his pussy to  really give Steve's cock the

fuck of his life! In no time the two men came.  Steve pulled his

cock out and sprayed his hot cum all over Reggie's naked  back.

Alex pulled out too, spraying his cum on Reggie's face and

ordering him  to lick it up "sexily." Doing his best, Reggie

licked the cum from around his  lips, smiling like he loved it,

and wiped us the rest with his fingers,  sucking the cum from

them with apparent relish, though inside he was revolted  and

shocked with embarrassment.

 

"That's a good girl!" Steve prodded, as he petted Reggie like a

cat.  "Fuck! After a ride like that I'm sure you're not Reggie,

but I don't really care! No guy could ever learn to fuck and suck

like that!"

 

"I'm back!" Dan shouted, as he burst back into the room. "And I

know  who this really is!" he gleefully stated. He grabbed Reggie

by the hair, and  dragged him around that way as he explained his

new knowledge to his friends.

 

Dan told the other men that he had placed a personal call to

Sandra, Reggie's wife, to find out if she'd admit to having sent

a spy. Sandra was surprised by the call, but did some quick

checking, and discovered that a rival of hers within the

corporation was spying to try and beat her out of a promotion

they were both in line for. Reggie was, of course, safe at home,

and hardly even knew how to turn a computer on. Reggie

continually  tried to protest, but found that he could only make

squeaking sounds, no  words would come out.

 

"And this," Dan said, forcing Reggie to straighten up for

display,  "This is Sandra's corporate rival, Christie Anderson."

 

"I knew that was a real chick!" Steve shouted.

 

"Hell yes!" agreed Alex. "She sucked me off like a pro! No way a

guy could do that! Especially Mr. Testosterone - Reggie!"

 

They all laughed at that. Reggie suffered their laughter in

imposed silence. He was sure that he could convince them who he

was, if they would only let him speak!

 

"By the way, Christie," Dan said. "Sandra sends her warm

regards."

 

The rest of Reggie's night was filled in a haze. He was led out

to the  orgy, gagged and naked, and offered to every man and

woman in attendance. The only times the gag was removed was when

his mouth was required for servicing a cock or pussy. He was

forced to take as many cocks as he could handle at one time,

forced to perform cunnilingus, and forced to masturbate for the

amusement of the guests. His feeble attempts to resist were

discouraged early on by public spankings and other such

humiliations.

 

Suddenly, it was over. Reggie found himself instantly transported

back into the familiar grayness of the virtual network; still on

his back  from his most recent sexual encounter. Sandra stood

over him, and mocked,   "That was about the stupidest thing you

could possibly have done! Dan always was a paranoid asshole, but

I would have expected even you to know that you  couldn't escape

me anywhere! I told you as much!"

 

Reggie slowly climbed to his feet, his feminized body still

aching  from its long night. "I wasn't trying to escape," he

muttered unconvincingly.

 

"Cut out the bullshit, dear," Sandra shot back. "I know you  too

well for that. You were trying to escape by enlisting Dan's aid.

You  ought to know, dear, that I've considered all such

possibilities. Let's go somewhere more relaxing, where I can

further explain your situation."

 

With that, the grayness of the network gradually formed itself

into the solid stone walls and masculine decor of Reggie's

original English Manor fantasy. Once again, Reggie found himself

clad in the frilly pink  maid outfit and dainty body of his

fantasy girl, Gigi. And once again, Sandra appeared as a tall,

well built bearded gentleman, this time clad in a long morning

coat, and Victorian attire.

 

"Fetch me a scotch!" Sandra's voice boomed.

 

"Sandra," Reggie's girlish voice protested, "please no more games

now."

 

Sandra grabbed Reggie, easily tossed him over his lap, and

proceeded to repeat the humiliating spanking he'd experienced

earlier. Tears instantly streamed down Reggie's face, though he

strained to hold them back. Sandra was amused, and enjoyed

herself immensely as each spank caused Reggie's pretty breasts to

heave and his quickly reddening bottom to wiggle in a vain

attempt to dodge the next blow. After a short time, the blows

subsided. Sandra's deep voice spoke softly over Reggie's sobs,

"Now, now my dear. I think you may have learned your lesson. Are

you ready to behave as a proper little maid?"

 

"Yes," Reggie's voice wavered.

 

*WHACK* A spank brought out a new squeal of pain and humiliation.

"Yes WHAT, darling?"

 

"Yes, ma'am." He quickly replied without thinking.

 

*WHACK* Another blow brought new tears. "Do I have perky little

breasts like yours?" *WHACK* "Or a plump little rear like the one

I'm spanking?"  *WHACK* "Or a juicy little pussy like this one?"

Sandra asked as her finger  probed the seemingly perfect female

genitalia of her erstwhile husband.*WHACK*

 

"No!" Reggie sobbed.

 

"Then I'm not a `ma'am' right now, am I?"

 

"No, sir!" Reggie cried.

 

*WHACK* "But I'm not just some stranger either, am I? To be

called `sir' like someone you've just met?" *WHACK*

 

"No, MASTER!" Reggie nearly screamed. His now softer and more

tender buttocks were throbbing with pain. His will thoroughly

broken, he was ready to say or do anything to end the spanking.

 

"How quickly we forget our manners," the masculine form of Sandra

sneered. "I like `master' even better than `my lord.' Now get me

a scotch!"

 

"Yes master!" Reggie blurted automatically, and quickly hopped up

to obey. He quickly dashed to the bar and poured his "master" a

scotch, and  placed it on a small silver tray to serve.

 

"That's a girl!" Sandra complimented as her drink was served.

"I'll  make a decent maid out of you yet. Now kneel at my feet,

and I'll explain a little more about your situation."

 

"Yes, master" Reggie quickly responded, complying instantly with

the  command.

 

Sandra was amazed at how quickly and thoroughly she had broken

Reggie from a domineering bully, to the demure little maid that

now knelt at her  feet. Of course, it was only possible through

virtual reality. But she  wondered if such training might be able

to condition him for real life. She smiled as she thought of

Reggie's male body attired in the pink satin maid outfit,

kneeling at her feet when she came home from work at night.

 

That would simply not do! Her neighbors could never mistake

Reggie's  hairy, pot-bellied body for that of a woman. But

perhaps with some cosmetic  surgery...

 

The thought would have to wait. She had more in store for him

here  first.

 

"Now, little one," Sandra began, "I want you to know that the

time you spend as my prisoner here will be exactly proportional

to the amount of resistance you put forth. I plan to keep you

here for at least one week.  After that time, if I feel you've

learned your lesson, I'll release you by unplugging your real

body from the virtual reality interface. However, do not doubt

that I'll keep you here as long as it takes to see you truly

change your whole personality. I've suffered your domination as

long as I will, and now I intend to turn the tables. You will

learn to obey my every whim, and learn to enjoy it. For that

matter, you will learn to obey nearly everyone's whim. You will

learn humility, and servitude. And you will learn  EXACTLY how it

feels to be on the receiving end of the sexual abuse you've been

dishing out  for years. Do you understand?"

 

Reggie's mind was awhirl. Half of him wanted to jump up and

strangle this bitch of a wife, regardless of the consequences.

The other half wanted only to agree, make her happy, and avoid

more degradation and pain. Perhaps it was the stinging of the

recent spanking that swayed his answer toward the latter. "Yes,

master," he said in a whisper, eyes cast at the ground.

 

But Sandra was not fooled. She knew that Reggie's will was far

too  strong to be broken yet. But she continued her explanation.

 

"Any resistance will add time onto your imprisonment in the

network.  I have arranged for your real body to be perfectly

cared for indefinitely.  Your couch-potato existance for the past

several months has made it virtually certain that no one will

miss you. Now do you understand and accept your new situation, or

is a further demonstration in order.

 

"No, master. I understand." Reggie responded, a bit hesitantly.

 

The hesitation was all Sandra needed to convince her that her

bullying husband still existed beneath the seemingly complacent

composure of her "maid." She smiled knowingly as she thought of

the surprises and  humiliations she had planned for him. Knowing

that he remained unbroken in  spirit would make them all the more

pleasant.

 

"Good. Then let us begin on a more positive note." Sandra stated.

"How would you like to go out for a drink?"

 

"Yes, master," Reggie responded obediently.

 

"Oh, no. That attitude won't be necessary for the time being,"

Sandra replied, as her large masculine body quickly transformed

again into her true feminine shape. "We'll go out for now as

equals.  But everytime we return here, I expect you to adopt the

same subservient  behavior. Now stand up, dear."

 

Reggie stood, still slightly smaller than his wife, as he

remained in the "Gigi" form. Sandra looked him over closely.

"Well, the body will be alright, but the outfit will have to

change." she observed.

 

"M..mm..may I speak?" Reggie asked fearfully.

 

"Of course, dear," Sandra replied. "I told you the subservient

demeanor was not necessary, FOR NOW." She emphasized those last

words with a bright smile.

 

"Well, can I please have at least a male body for now? It doesn't

have to be my own."

 

"Hmmmm," Sandra voiced as she seemed to give his request serious

thought. "I suppose, since this is an attempt at a good-will

gesture on my  part, we could reach a compromise."

 

Reggie brightened upon hearing this. His dainty female body alone

was degrading to his macho ego, but the way it reminded him of

his numerous recent humiliations was almost too much to bear.

 

"I'll tell you what," Sandra continued. "I'll give you a tough

body, one more fitting to your usual demeanor, if you promise to

behave."

 

"I promise!" Reggie was quick to agree, anticipating his body

restored to its familiar male physique.

 

"Alright, let's go." Sandra said, and the scene immediately

changed.  They soon were standing in a very dark bar, filled with

leather clad, tattooed and dangerous looking people. Reggie was

glad he'd asked for a male body, because the guys in this bar

looked like animals.

 

But as he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror behind the

bar, he gasped...

 

That's all for now. Hope you like the way the story is going.

Your feedback is greatly appreciated! I'd love to hear any

comments anyone has about the story!  -Tina Douglas

 

 

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