“…and that’s why we do anal probing. Any questions?” the short, squat, gray alien that for some reason looked exactly like Roger from American Dad asked.
“I, uh… I, uh… I, uh…” Dave stammered.
“No questions then? Excellent,” the alien said before heading towards Dave’s bedroom door. “I’ll be going then. Once again, sorry the anesthetic gas didn’t work on you. One in a million, really. Well, the swelling should go down in a couple of days. Have a good life, human.”
Dave’s ragged, sandy colored hair was plastered to his face and he tried to blink it out of his eyes as he stared at the alien in astonishment. “You’re… you’re just… just gonna leave?”
The alien turned back to the bewildered human. “Well, yes. I’m afraid your fits of anal anguish have put me behind schedule. Might I suggest a ice pack to help with the pain? As I’ve said, have a good life,” it finished before once again turning to leave.
“But… that’s it?” Dave asked, wincing in pain as he scooted out if bed. “You just probe people and leave? How is that right? No wonder nobody likes aliens.”
The alien turned back to Dave and wagged a finger at him. “That’s offensive. The whole Alien Xenophobia thing was started by your people after you knocked one of our people out of the sky! How were we supposed to know your species was the dominate one on your planet? Have you ever seen how people treat cats? Of course we thought they were in charge! Plus, they’re the ones that gave the o.k. to start probing you people!”
Dave had no idea how to respond to that, he was more of a Rocky(D) person. Well, he would be if he could afford to feed a Rocky(D). “But what about me?”
The alien sighed in exasperation. “Fine,” it murmured. “If I leave you a little something will it make you feel better?”
Dave eagerly nodded his head. “Will it fix my ass?”
The alien shook it’s head. “Try soaking in a cold bath. But I can leave you one of our devices, you should like that. It has loads of blinking lights and cute noises. You people like that sort of thing, right?”
Dave shrugged his shoulders. “I guess.”
“Excellent,” the alien said cheerfully, “But if you tell anyone about it or me I’ll have to obliterate you. Ta.” And in a flash of light the alien was gone.
Dave looked around his shabby bedroom in confusion. There was nothing new. He strolled into his equally shabby living room but still didn’t see anything new. “Somebody musta spiked my weed,” he mumbled as he threw himself down on his threadbare couch and winced in pain. “So why’s my ass hurting?!” he shouted to no on and clicked on his box TV.
“From what I understand you may have received minor injuries to your rectum from a ill-prepared probing,” a voice said from the television.
“Dafuq!?” Dave gasped as he looked around frantically for the source of the voice. “Who the Hell’s there!?”
A red outline of the alien appeared in thin air right in front of him. “I did.”
“It’s you!” Dave shouted as he jumped to his feet.
“Yes,” the voice agreed, “I’m me and you’re you. How are you doing this morning?”
“My ass is aching because of you!” Dave yelled.
“I had nothing to do with your awkward anal adventure,” the alien outline said. “I’m merely an entertainment device. How may I entertain you?”
“But you’re the alien,” Dave grunted as his abused rear-end throbbed in pain, “The alien that probed me.”
“No, I am merely a holographic representation of the species that placed me here,” the hologram said very slowly as if talking to a child, “I only look like your abductor.”
Dave took several long minutes to think over what the hologram was saying to him. “You… you just… just look like him?”
“That is correct.”
“So you’re not gonna probe me?”
“That is also correct.”
“Do… do you have to look like him?”
“No,” the hologram said before becoming a fully formed, scrubby looking, underdeveloped, young man with ragged hair surrounded by a reddish aura.
Dave stared dumbly at the new figure. “Well that’s stupid. Who’s that?”
The red tinged hologram looked at Dave as if he just publicly wet himself. “I look like you.”
“Oh, well, all right then,” Dave muttered in embarrassment. “Sorry. My mirror broke a few months ago and I haven’t been able to replace it yet. Kinda short on funds.”
“Which explains why it looks as if you’ve been cutting your own hair,” the hologram stated.
“Wow, how’d you know that?” Dave asked in amazement.
“I am the most advanced computer on your planet, I’m very good at extrapolating data,” the hologram said with pride.
“Do you have to look like me ‘tho? It’s kinda creepy.”
The hologram sighed in frustration which Dave didn’t even notice as strange since holograms didn’t breath. Rolling his eyes the hologram asked, “Who would you like me to look like?”
Dave thought it over for a moment before his eyes fell on his DVD shelf. “Summer Glau? Can you look like Summer Glau?”
A red light flashed in the hologram’s eyes and then without further warning a red tinged Summer Glau was floating in the air in front of Dave. “I have scanned your computer for images of the actor and former dancer Summer Glau as well a recordings of her voice. Do I meet your expectations?”
Dave stared in wide eyed wonder at the Summer Glau hologram, her long brown hair cascading to the middle of her back, her oval face staring expectantly at him. She wore a simple white T-shirt that hugged her small breasts, brown cargo pants and black boots. “You look like Summer Glau from the Terminator show.”
The hologram nodded her head. “As I scanned your computer I found most of your pictures of her were of similar outfits. I extrapolated this image from those pictures.”
“Extrapolated?” Dave asked. “You mean you guessed.”
“Yes,” the hologram said with another hint of pride. “As I’ve said I’m the most advanced computer on your planet and my ‘guesses’ tend to be approximately 99% correct.”
“That’s so wild,” Dave said in excitement. “What do I call you?”
The Summer Glau hologram seemed to stand up a little straighter and spoke with pride, “I am the Jdhuirbs model Hdkheuf entertainment unit but you can call me Thsidvf.”
“No I can’t,” Dave said plainly. “How ’bout I call you… Summer-Gram. You know, like a hologram of Summer Glau?”
The hologram rolled her eyes. “Then that would mean my name should be Holo-Glau but if you prefer Summer-Gram…”
“Excellent!” Dave said in excitement. “Pleased to meet you, Summer-Gram, I’m Dave.”
Once again Summer-Gram rolled her eyes. “Yes, I know who you are, Dave. Now, how should you like me to entertain you?”
“Can you wear a thong bikini?” Dave asked hopefully.
“What?” Summer-Gram asked as she glared at Dave.
“I always wanted to see Summer Glau in a thong and you said you can extrapolate really good so, I thought, extrapolate yourself into a thong,” Dave said hopefully.
Summer-Gram stared at her new master with her hands on her hips. “I am the most advanced computer for the next billion miles and you want to see me in a thong? Wouldn’t you rather hear about my functions?”
“Can’t you do both?”
“Yea!” Dave cried out as he started clapping.
Summer-Gram sighed in frustration again. “I suppose…”
“And pose for me,” Dave quickly added.
In an instant Summer-Gram appeared to.be standing on the floor between Dave and his television set wearing a small white bikini top and matching thong. The bikini top covered her small breasts tightly as she raised her arms up and arched her back gracefully, pushing her slight chest out as she began to explain her functions, “I have scanned every electrical device you own and added their information to my hard drive which took up nearly .03% of my functions,” she said as she slowly rotated around, the white string of her thong disappearing between her tight ass-cheeks.
Dave stared at Summer-Gram in rapt attention, his tongue nearly hanging out of his mouth.
Summer-Gram slowly lifted one of her legs up and turned around in a pirouette as she continued. “I have also utilized what you call the ‘Internet’ and scanned your world’s computer capabilities. It took approximately 3.04 seconds and was somewhat depressing.”
Dave’s eyes followed the juncture of Summer-Gram’s thighs, drooling and barely hearing a word she was saying.
With her back to him, Summer-Gram pushed her tight, little ass towards Dave as she twisted slightly to give him a view of her breasts in profile and continued explaining. “I now have replaced every device you own: Your computer, television, phone, portable entertainment device, and strange vibrating device beneath your bed, are all me now.”
“That was a gag gift from a friend,” Dave mumbled as he stared at Summer-Gram’s pert ass.
“As you say,” the life like hologram said as she twirled in slow motion. “I can extrapolate any environment into a virtual reality environment so that…” she began before being interrupted by a suddenly eager Dave.
“You can do virtual reality?” Dave asked hopefully.
“Yes,” Summer-Gram said as she appeared to sit down and spread her slender legs wide. “The virtual environments allow one hundred percent immersion of all senses making the experience feel one hundred percent real,” she finished as she slowly began tracing her fingertips up the insides of her thighs.
“So it, like, feels totally real?” Dave asked as his eyes slowly started growing wider in wonder.
“That is correct,” Summer-Gram said as she twirled her legs before jumping to her feet and arching her back again, “You will ‘feel’ like you are in whatever virtual reality environment you choose.”
“And you downloaded all the electronics I own? Like my DVD ‘s and my digital comics and stuff?” Dave asked as he slowly got to his feet, his aching ass momentarily forgotten.
Summer-Gram pivoted slowly again with her arms high above her head and her chest thrust out. “Yes. And the electronic device beneath your bed will need batteries before the end of the week.”
“Linda Carter Wonder Woman!” Dave shouted out gleefully while clapping with excitement. “How do I do it?”
A small tray opened up beneath the television and a computer keyboard slid out. Deciding that Dave wasn’t paying attention to her anymore, Summer-Gram put her arms down and stopped dancing. “Just write out the program environment you would like, press Enter, and then sit back down on the couch. You can control the environment by…” she said but Dave had already started hunting and pecking the keys on the keyboard.
After five minutes of waiting for Dave to finish, Summer-Gram once again rolled her eyes.in frustration. “As I said, you can control the environment by…” she began before once again being interrupted.
“Finished!” Dave squealed with joy before flopping back down on the couch. “Beam me up, Scotty!”
“This is a very simple program,” Summer-Gram said with a note of condescension, “If you’d like, I can…”
Dave shrugged his shoulders. “I know it’s kinda straightforward but I’ve had this fantasy for years, so let’s get started,” he said simply.
“As you wish,” Summer-Gram said in surrender, “Please relax and close your eyes. Do not stare directly into the beam or painful blindness may ensue.”
“Gotcha,” Dave said eagerly. “Wait. Painful what…?” he began before a red light enveloped him and he snapped his eyes shut. “I’m blind! I’m blind! Summer-Gram, I’m blind!” he shouted frantically.
“Open your eyes, villain,” a strange female voice ordered.
Dave squinted through a halfway open eye at the strange female and then his eyes shot open. Wonder Woman was standing directly in front of him. Based on the Linda Carter Wonder Woman from TV with various comic book inspired variations she was at least six feet tale with raven black hair, a large chest, small waist and long, long legs. Her bustier barely contained her ample, golden breasts and her shorts were cut more along the lines of a tiny bikini than anything useful for crime fighting. Dave got an immediate erection.
“Tell me where the jewels are you Nazi!” Wonder Woman shouted and poked Dave in the chest.
Dave looked around and found himself tied to a wooden post, his hands bound helplessly above his head. “This is perfect!” he squealed with joy. He hadn’t programmed any particular place into the VR so where ever he was it was dark and murky. He could see the beautiful Wonder Woman clear enough but everything else was hazy and hard to make out. He could feel the breeze on his face but nowhere else and looking down he saw he was in a gray Nazi uniform that felt so real, like he was really there. Everything felt real and the most real of all was Wonder Woman.
“A perfect trap,” Wonder Woman sneered with her hands on her wide hips, her long legs spread shoulder length apart and her impressive chest puffed out in the classic superhero pose. “Now tell me where those jewels are!”
Getting into character, Dave chuckled as evilly as he could, “Mwa ha ha ha, Wonder Woman. You shall never get the location of the jewels from me. Mwa ha ha ha!”
Wonder Woman stared over her captive before poking him in the chest again, “We’ll see about that, villain,” she said before taking a small step back. Reaching behind herself she unzipped her bustier, letting the material slowly roll down her chest to reveal her amazing Amazon breasts. The large, firm orbs were easily double D’s and resisted gravity completely, topped with hard, pink nipples. “How about now, Nazi?” she asked as she shrugged her shoulders, jiggling her massive mammories at her captive. “Do you remember where those jewels are now?” she asked.
“Oh wow,” Dave gasped at the sight of the most spectacular set of breasts he’d ever seen. “I mean, no. Wait… Nine, I mean nine. Nine I will never tell you where the jewels are.”
Wonder Woman stepped up more closely and pressed her giant tits against Dave’s chest, rubbing herself up and down his captive body. “How about now?” she asked with a knowing smirk.
Dave could feel Wonder Woman’s hard nipples dragging along his chest through his shirt and groaned in pleasure. Her tits felt so warm and smooth pressed against him that he started to struggle against the bonds tying him to the post before he remembered that he was supposed to be playing a character. “You will never get the locations of the jewels out of me, Wonder Woman!”
Wonder Woman nuzzled against her captive’s neck before whispering, “We’ll see about that.” She slid slowly to her knees and began unbuttoning his pants, his erection springing forth and nearly knocking her in the face. “Your mouth says ‘No’ but your body says ‘Yes’,” she cooed as she wrapped her hand around the base of his cock. She began lightly tugging on the shaft, slowly jacking him off and causing him to groan above her.
“That feels so fucking real,” Dave gasped, “I… I… I mean, do your worst.”
Winking up at her captive, Wonder Woman licked the tip of his prick. “As you wish,” she said coolly before sucking half the length of her captives prick into her mouth. She braced her hands on his hips as she massaged his shaft with her tongue before pushing herself forward, effortlessly taking his whole length into her mouth and throat. She began bobbing her head back and forth, taking him into her talented mouth again and again as she continued rubbing her warm, wet tongue along his length with every suck. His heavy balls slapped wetly against her chin as she held him in her throat, swallowing around his length until he was gasping with exertion.
“Ooooh Fuck Yes!” Dave shouted in pleasure and joy as Wonder Woman gave him the best blow-job of his life. His hips rocked back and forth automatically, fucking her eagerly sucking mouth in perfect rhythm to her lips. “Anal probe or not, this is the greatest day of my life!” he shouted.
“Hmmm, not a bad idea,” Wonder Woman said as she pulled the criminal’s cock out of her mouth. She licked her middle finger and reached around his ass as she began sucking in his cock again, fisting the base with her free hand as her spit wet middle finger snaked around him.
“What’s not a bad idea?” Dave asked before shouting out in, if not pain, then bizarre discomfort. “Oh God What Are You Doing!?” he yelled as Wonder Woman slid her finger into his ass. “Get it out!” he pleaded as she began sawing her finger in and out of his rectum, “That feels so freaky.” Tied to the post he had no way to escape as he was anally violated by the world’s premier female superhero, “Summer-Gram, help!” he shouted feebly as Wonder Woman’s finger sought out his prostate.
As Wonder Woman released the criminal’s cock her finger slid out of his ass with a wet pop, “Who is Summer-Gram? Your partner? Does Summer-Gram have the jewels? Answer me!” she ordered.
Panting and confused, Dave stared down at the topless superhero. “I don’t… I don’t know how to answer that question. Just please stop,” he admitted, still confused about his second anal violation and how his fantasy had gone so horribly wrong.
“We’ll see about that,” Wonder Woman said as she sat up straighter on her knees and held her wondrous breast up. She wrapped the massive mammories around the captive’s cock and began sliding them up and down along the length of his shaft. “I will fuck you into obedience and you will tell me what I want to know,” she said sternly as she bent her head down and licked the tip of the Nazi’s cock every time it poked up from between her golden cleavage.
Dave’s eyes rolled up into the back of his head as he groaned in pleasure. Wonder Woman’s warm, wet pink tongue licked and caressed the throbbing tip of his cock as it poked up between her golden tits until it gleaned in the strange light of his VR fantasy. He began thrusting his cock up and down, fucking her fantastic tits as a small bit of drool escaped from the corner of his mouth. He looked down at her up-turned face, her eyes locked in to his face as he smiled dumbly down at her.
Wonder Woman sneered up at her captive, “Are you ready to tell me what I want to know now, fiend!?” she said defiantly.
Continuing to pump Wonder Woman’s wonderful cleavage, Dave was completely over her attempt to violate him and tried to remember what it was he was supposed to be doing. “Oh, um… I’ll never tell you what you want to know, Wonder Woman. Mwa ha ha ha…” he cackled.
Releasing her bountiful breasts, Wonder Woman stood up with her hands on her hips, her tits high and firm on her chest. “We’ll see about that,” she smirked as she hooked her thumbs into her tight, blue shorts.
Dave licked his lips hungrily as he watched the superhero of his dreams begin to slowly pull down her stretchy shorts.
Pulling her star-spangled shorts down past her hips, Wonder Woman began bending at the waist. As she pushed the material down her long legs farther and farther she bent down more dramatically, her large, honey colored breasts dangling and swaying beneath her. She stood up slowly, revealing her firm body inch by inch, completely naked except for her red boots, magical bracelets and golden tiara. “Are you going to tell me where the jewels are now?” Wonder Woman asked with a knowing smirk and a cocked eyebrow with her hands on her hips, proudly displaying her naked body.
“What. The. Fuuuuck…” Dave stammered as he stared at the juncture of Wonder Woman’s long legs at her full, thick, seventies bush. The springy black hairs gleamed in the light looking strangely conditioned, like she had visited a hair dresser in the last few days. He thought he could see each individual pubic hair thick and springy like a coiled slinky. She looked like she was giving birth to a jazz musician. She began walking closer to him, swaying her hips, the hair between her legs swaying back and forth like a Rocky(D) shaking it’s head in slow motion.
“Where are the jewels?” Wonder Woman asked as she slowly stalked closer to her prisoner.
Dave’s wide eyes darted quickly between the Amazon Woman’s Amazon Bush to her eyes and back again. “Ma’am, I swear to God if I knew I’d tell you,” Dave said as his erection quickly softened. What Wonder Woman had between her legs wasn’t a seventies bush, it was a seventies hedge. He looked around frantically but of course he was alone in his fantasy. “Summer-Gram, help me!” he screamed in frantic fright.
Wonder Woman stepped up to her prisoner and lightly stroked his chest. “You will tell me everything I want to know you rotten Nazi,” she said sternly through gritted teeth.
Dave started to dry heave as he felt Wonder Woman’s thick pubic hair brushing against his thigh. It felt like a monkey scratching his leg. “Summer-Gram, please help me!” Dave screamed as the amazing Amazon wrapped one of her long legs around his waist, her giant bush enveloping his cock completely.
In a flash of red light, Dave found himself sitting safely on his couch while a bikini clad Summer Glau stared at him like a disapproving second grade teacher.
With her red tinged arms crossed under her slender chest, Summer-Gram stared down at the frightened human. “Perhaps you’d like to hear a bit more about my virtual reality program, specifically how to program it properly and then, perhaps, how to exit it?”
Dave had promised Summer-Gram that he would listen to her explain what all of her functions were but he was having trouble concentrating. It wasn’t just that she was still wearing her bikini but his mind was just filled with all the fantasies he had ever had since he had been old enough to masturbate. Granted, his fantasy about fucking Wonder Woman hadn’t really gone the way he had expected but he considered it more of a learning experience than anything else and he really thought he had grown as a person since earlier this afternoon. As far as he was concerned, he was ready. He was… Hackerman!
“…and that explains my financial functions. Any questions?” Summer-Gram asked after finishing her speech.
“Got it!” Dave exclaimed as he got comfortable on the couch. “So how do I program a fantasy again?”
Summer-Gram slapped her forehead and rolled her eyes. A small drawer opened up beneath the TV screen and she pointed at it with her free hand. “Grab the master remote. It folds out into a keyboard. Program what you want into that,” she said as she practically groaned in frustration.
Dave hurriedly grabbed the remote and began hunting and pecking on the remote. “Okay, I think I got it. Make it so, Number One,” he said giddily.
“I don’t know what that mean,” Summer-Gram muttered.
“Engage!” Dave said.
“Whatever,” Summer-Gram grumbled as a bright light flashed out from the television screen.
As the bright light faded, Dave found himself sitting at a simple dining room table with a bowl of cereal in front of him and a spoon in his hand. A voice called out to him from off to his side as he was looking around and grabbed his attention. “Eat your cereal and get to school, John. I don’t want to get any more calls from your principle about you being tardy,” the voice said as he looked over and saw Lena Headey washing dishes at the kitchen sink.
Lena was haphazardly cleaning the counter while drinking a beer with several already empty beer bottles surrounding her. She was swaying lightly on her feet while staring out of the window paying no attention to what she was doing. Her dark hair looked stylishly ragged and came down to just above her shoulders. She was wearing a checkered pink and white waitress uniform that came to just above her knees with white, sensible shoes. She was Sarah Connor of the Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles and one of Dave’s life long crushes.
“Yessss…” Dave hissed under his breath with excitement. If Lena was Sarah Connor then he was John Connor, her teenage son and future savior of humanity.
“Don’t give me any attitude,” Sarah said, staring at her son with bleary eyes, “Just eat and get to school. I’ll try to make you a better breakfast tomorrow.”
Dave tried to stifle his excitement and get into character. “It’s okay, mom. I know how tired you are. Did you work all night at the diner?”
“Yeah,” Sarah agreed as she turned back to the window, “The tips weren’t great but to make up for it I got hit on by every drunk or over caffeinated truck driver that came through.”
“Sorry, mom. I know how lonely it is on the run from killer, time traveling robots,” he said as he stared lustfully at her. She had a slender build with small breasts and a tight ass, broad shoulders and toned legs. She was holding her bottle up to her lips, running the top absent mindedly around her mouth and he watched her chest as she breathed in and out.
Sarah sighed as she continued playing with the beer bottle, paying no attention to what she was doing or the looks her son was giving her. “It’s okay, John, it’s not your problem,” she admitted with another sigh.
“I know, mom,” Dave agreed, “But it still must be lonely on your own, with a teenage son, getting hit on all the time by men where ever you go…”
“It’s not to bad,” Sarah said with another lonely sigh, “I can take care of myself.” “Sometimes to much,” she said under her breath but accidentally loud enough for John to hear. “It wouldn’t be so bad if…”
Dave stayed in his chair but turned towards Sarah. “If what, mom? I want to help.”
“There’s nothing you can do, John,” Sarah said with a smirk, unable to tell her son what was really bothering her about being a single mother on the run.
“No, mom. Please tell me,” Dave asked, almost pleading, “It can get very lonely on your own, all that pressure building, not knowing what’s going to happen next. Having all that stress but not being able to release it. All those men all around you, hitting on you constantly. It must be terrible.”
Sarah chuckled. “Ha! It wouldn’t be to bad if… y’know… Hell, I’d settle for a dick to suck…” she blurted out suddenly. And just as suddenly she turned slightly, shocked at what she had said, wondering what John had thought of her over sharing like that, and suddenly their eyes locked.
Dave’s cock lurched as he stared at the look of hungry desperation on Lena’s face. “I could, maybe, help you with that?” he said awkwardly. It didn’t matter if he was in complete control of the situation, he still couldn’t get over his awkwardness around women. He had played this fantasy a million times in his head and he was always so much cooler in his head than in real life, even if it was pre-programmed.
Sarah blushed and looked away quickly in shame and embarrassment. “Oh, John, you don’t know what you’re talking about. I’m your mother for Christ’s sakes!” she said, trying to play the situation. A sudden noise drew her attention and she looked over and saw her son scooting away from the table and standing up, his erection tenting his pants and her eyes locked onto the bulge.
Walking over and trying to act far more confident than he felt, Dave watched as Lena’s stayed locked onto his hard-on. He strolled over slowly, giving her plenty of time to take in the sight of her son’s erection, her eyes never breaking away as she unconsciously licked her lips at the sight of him.
“Oh, John,” Sarah whispered as her son walked in front of her, her head bent down staring at his man-hood as he presented himself to her.
Dave placed a tentative hand up and placed it reassuringly on Lena’s shoulder. “It’s okay, mom. I just want to help. It’s no big deal,” he said softly, his cock aching in his pants, the tip of him scraping painfully against his jeans. He cold see Lena’s hard nipples poking against her top and could hear her breath coming in ragged gasps.
Sarah pulled her eyes away from her son’s erection and looked into his eyes. “I don’t… I… It’s just that… You’re my son, John,” she pleaded.
Dave smiled at Lena as he squeezed her shoulder re-assuredly. “It’s okay, mom. We won’t let it get weird,” he said.
Sarah’s booze addled mind took a few moments to come to a decision and she sighed in surrender to her body’s needs. “Oh God, John, thank you!” she gasped out and quickly fell to her knees. Her hands reached up to his jeans and unfastened them, yanking them and his underwear down to his thighs, freeing his hard prick. She looked at his hard, throbbing cock and her eyes became blurry with tears of need. “It’s been so long,” she gasped as she reached her trembling hands up and grasped the base of her son’s prick with one hand and his dangling balls with the other.
Her mouth watering, Sarah bent forward and licked the tip of John’s cock, the taste of his pre-cum sizzling against her tongue. “You taste so good,” she whispered reverently as she opened her mouth and used her tongue to draw in her son’s cock-head. She moaned hungrily as his soft head filled her mouth, caressing him with her tongue as she sucked him in more. She began bobbing her head back and forth slowly, relishing the taste of a cock in her mouth again, any cock, even if it was her son’s. And somewhere deep inside of her, Sarah realized that the fact that she was sucking on her son’s prick just turned her on even more.
“Oh sweet Jesus,” Dave gasped as he wound Lena’s hair through his fingers and gripped the sides of her head. He began rocking his hips, fucking her mouth, her expert mouth working his cock as it slid over her lips and across her tongue. He felt her inhale sharply before pushing herself forward, deep-throating his cock, making it slip into her throat. She swallowed around him, her throat rippling around his shaft and his eyes rolled back in his head as he groaned in pleasure.
Sarah repressed the need to sneeze against John’s pubic hair tickling her nose, his balls resting on her chin. She slid her hands up and down her son’s thighs as she pulled her head back and took a deep breath again and began bobbing her head back and forth again. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked hard on him, rubbing his cock-head along the insides of her cheeks and the top of her mouth. She gripped the base of his cock with one hand and his dangling balls with the other as she pulled his prick out of her mouth and looked lustfully up at him. “Come for me, John,” she pleaded, “Let me taste you. Please.”
“Oh sweet fuck,” Dave groaned as Lena sucked his cock-head back in and began lashing it with her warm tongue. She jacked the base of his cock with one of her talented hands and squeezed his bloated balls with the other. Suddenly his hips lurched as he exploded into her mouth, trying to bury himself completely in her mouth but she held his prick still so that his cum filled her mouth completely with a few small drops sliding out of the corners of her sucking mouth.
Moaning in lust at the taste of a man’s cum on her tongue, Sarah sucked her son’s dick dry, one hand milking his shaft while the other milked he heavy balls. His thick seed slid down her throat like warm silk and she shuddered with a tiny orgasm as she felt him fill her stomach. She pulled back from his sticky cock as realization over what she had down filled her mouth. She looked up at him with tears of shame in her eyes and whimpered, “I’m so sorry, John. Oh my God what have I done?”
Dave took a moment to burn the image of Lena Headey on her knees before him with her cum dripping from the corners of her mouth before bending down and yanking her up by her armpits. He shoved her against the counter with her ass pointed out and bent down behind her before yanking her dress up to her hips. He yanked down her simple white panties and thrust his face between her taunt ass-cheeks, spearing her wet cunt with his tongue. He heard her grunt out in surprise pleasure as he shoved his tongue in as deep as his could, moaning as he tasted her tart juices. She cried out for her son and he gripped her muscular ass-cheeks, digging his thumbs between her cheeks and probing her puckered asshole.
“Yes, John, yes!” Sarah cried out as her son licked her hated, horny pussy and stuck the tip of one thumb into her ass. Her shame had disappeared the moment his tongue had touched her and now she was wantonly grinding herself back against his hungry mouth. He gripped her hips possessively, holding him to her as he tongue slid in and out of her cunt like a small, wet, wiggling cock. “Thank you, John! Thank you!” she squealed in glee as she felt a orgasm rise up from somewhere low in her stomach.
Suddenly Dave released his grip on Lena’s hips and stood up, quickly grabbing his prick and pressing it against her wet, dripping pussy. He slid the tip of his prick in and grabbed her hips again, sliding his cock slowly inside of her hot, tight pussy.
Sarah groaned in lust as she pushed herself back against her son’s cock, her tight pussy parting around him and gripping his shaft. She could feel her juices running down the insides of her thighs as John filled her completely, his hips pressed against her taunt ass, holding himself against her. She ground herself against her son, working her needy cunt around his cock, panting in lust as he slowly pulled himself back and then slowly back in, fucking her as deeply as he could.
Dave threw his head back in pleasure as he started working his cock in and out of Lena’s hot, wet pussy. He started out slow and deep, relishing the feel of her wrapped around his prick, gripping his tightly, before increasing his pace, going faster and harder into her. His balls dangled beneath him, swinging wildly as he thrust into her faster and faster, his hips starting to blur and he reached up her body and squeezed her tits through her uniform.
Suddenly a voice from the side drew the happily fucking couple’s attention. “I see you’ve reached a new level to your relationship,” the cyborg Camren said flatly.
Dave looked over at Summer Glau as the Terminator named Camren. Her long, brown hair was down past her shoulders and she was wearing a simple, white tank top with black cargo pants and combat boots.
Yanking her dress down to cover her exposed ass, Sarah glared angrily at the cyborg killing machine. “What are you doing sneaking around?” she practically growled, unsure if she was upset that the Terminator had once again sneaked up on her or if it was because it had caught her fucking her son.
“I heard moans and thought you might be in distress,” Camren said without inflection.
Dave didn’t even try to hide his erection bobbing in the air, he just stuck to the script he had written. “What do you mean ‘new level,’ he asked.
“When future you sent me back in time he notified me that your relationship with your mother took on a sexual component,” she said as she walked over to the two humans, “And he ordered me to assist you.” Despite her immense strength she grabbed them both by a wrist and led them into the living room and the large couch. She turned back around to them and saw that Sarah’s panties had worked themselves off and were laying on the kitchen floor but that John’s pants and underwear were still wrapped around his ankles.
“What do you think you’re doing, Camren?” Sarah asked. She was still confused by what she had allowed to happen with John and the cyborg’s strange behavior was only adding to it. But she had learned long ago that no matter what happened or what she was feeling, always go with anger first. “I think we’re done here,” she said sternly to Camren before turning to her son. “John, we’ll talk about this latter…” she began before becoming distracted by the Terminator.
Suddenly Camren pulled her top off to expose her small, firm breasts, silencing Sarah and not noticing John’s eyes lighting up with a wide smile on his face. She pressed herself to Sarah, chest to chest, wrapping her arms around the human woman’s waist and kissing her deeply. At first Sarah stiffened in shock and surprise but as Camren’s tongue began exploring her mouth, Sarah relaxed into the embrace and began kissing her back.
Dave shuffled closer to the two kissing women with a dopey grin on his face. He grabbed each woman by the wrist and brought their hands over to his groin. Camren’s surprisingly warm head wrapped around the base of his cock and began tugging on his prick while Lena’s hand grasped his heavy balls and began massaging them. He cupped each woman’s ass in his hands, squeezing their tight cheeks as they pressed themselves tightly against each other, rubbing against one another’s bodies.
Both women released their hold on Dave’s cock as Camren undressed Sarah and then herself. The cyborg lightly pushed the human woman back on the couch and Sarah automatically spread her toned legs as Camren laid down on top of her. They resumed the kiss, Sarah moaning in pleasure into Camren’s mouth before the futuristic killing machine began kissing down her chin and nuzzling her neck.
Watching Summer kissing down Lena’s body, Dave stripped himself completely naked and began fisting his cock. His eyes were drawn between Lena’s small, firm tits and rock hard nipples and Summer’s heart shaped ass. He could see Summer’s pink, plump little pussy-lips beneath her ass as she bent lower and lower, kissing down Lena’s flushed body.
Camren kissed down Sarah’s chest, licking and caressing her firm flesh with her moist tongue and causing the human woman to pant in lush. Sarah ran her fingers through Camren’s long brown hair, steering her head back and forth from sensitive tit to sensitive tit, moaning in pleasure at the cyborg’s oral talents. Camren licked and sucked at her hard nipples, lashing the fleshy nubs with her tongue as she squeezed her firm flesh. The cyborg began kissing lower down the human woman’s body, her wet tongue sliding over her stomach to the warm, wet juncture of her thighs.
Sarah gasped and her body writhed as everything the heartless cyborg was doing to her but she refused to watch, to admit how much pleasure Camren was giving her. Her eyes were locked on her son, naked and jerking his hard cock, his own eyes darting between her and the cyborg’s bodies. She gasped as Camren’s wickedly talented tongue moved between her legs, her back arching, her chest thrusting out as her eyes rolled back in her head. Killing was not the robot’s first talent.
Wrapping her arms around Sarah’s thighs, Camren licked down to the start of the woman’s slit. Using her tongue she circled the human woman’s plump, dewy labia, running her tongue over Sarah’s sensitive taint before licking up her wet pussy to her hard clit. She sucked the hard little nub between her lips, lashing it with her tongue and causing her to gasp out in pleasure before licking back down. She parted the human’s pussy-lips with her tongue, pushing it into her sopping hole, and began fucking her with it like a small cock.
Dave got on his knees behind Summer and aimed his throbbing cock at the entrance to her pretty, pink pussy. He rubbed his sensitive tip across her plump pussy-lips, teasing them both until her juices began to gather on his purple cock-head. Grinning wildly he began sliding his cock into her tight cunt, groaning out loudly and he released his cock and grabbed her hips, balancing himself as he pushed inside of her, her pussy parting around his shaft. Her tight, hot, wet cunt gripped him like a vice as he bottomed out inside of her, his bloated balls dangling beneath him as he held himself there for a moment and looked in front of him. Lena Headey as Sarah Connor was completely naked with her thighs spread wide, her small tits raising and falling on her chest as a equally naked Summer Glau knelt between her legs, fucking her with her tongue as he fucked her pussy.
Life was good.
Starting out slowly, Dave began fucking in and out of Summer’s wonderful pussy, admiring her ass as his hands wandered over it, squeezing and fondling her silky smooth flesh. Her pussy sucked wetly on his cock, drawing moans out of his mouth as he stared at the two naked, horny women. He needed more cocks, more hands, there was just so much he wanted to do that he couldn’t. As he fucked Summer harder and faster, his balls swung up to slap wetly against her pussy, their bodies making loud slapping noises with every thrust, Lena gasping and writhing in front of them. It was all just to good to be true. But it totally was. Sorta.
“F-u-u-u-u-ck,” Dave stuttered as he came, his cock throbbing inside of Summer’s pussy as he filled it with his thick seed.
“Oh Fuck!” Sarah cried out as she came, her sopping cunt gushing with her juices, her thighs squeezing Camren’s head as the robot slid it’s tongue as deep as it could into her spasming cunt.
Dave bent over Summer’s body as Lena bent forward. She placed a hand on the back of his head and he did the same to her, drawing each other closer so they could kiss, their tongues thorough exploring each others gasping mouths.
Suddenly the world turned red and Dave found himself sitting on his couch. His eyes flew open at what he thought had happen and he quickly checked the front of his pants. His jeans were still dry so at least he didn’t have to worry about washing them again this week. He looked up at Summer-gram staring down at him expectantly with her arms crossed below her breasts.
“Well?” Summer-gram asked with a note of self-satisfaction, “How was it?”
Dave’s eyes slowly went wide as he realized that the VR felt, look, and even smelled one hundred percent real. “That was fucking awesome!” he yelled with a fist punch in the air.
“Perhaps I could tell you about some of my other features now…” Summer-gram began before being interrupted by Dave.
“Put a pin in that,” Dave said as he got off the couch and stretched and yawned, “Daddy needs a nap.”
Summer-gram glared angrily at the human as he walked through her, completely dismissing her.
Dave slapped the snooze alarm for the sixth time before rolling back over and trying to get some sleep. “Gotta get that fixed tomorrow,” he grumbled before a shout surprised him awake.
“Dave!” Summer-Gram yelled, “Wake up!”
“I don’t… Wha?” Dave mumbled to himself as his bleary eyes focused on his alarm clock. “Da hell?”
“In here, Dave,” Summer-Gram said from the doorway to his bedroom. “Hi,” she said with a wave of her red tinted glowing hand.
Dave’s eyes focused on the slim, beautiful girl standing in his door way. And then when he realized who was actually waving at him he realized that “Standing” may have been the wrong word. “Was doing? Why with the yelling?” he asked sleepily.
Summer-Gram folded her arms underneath her breasts, still wearing the white bikini from yesterday, and scowled at him. “According to my chronometer, you are approximately 20 minutes late for work,” she said smugly.
“Holy shit!” Dave blurted as he shot out of bed, “Why didn’t you tell me?”
“I am your entertainment center, “ Summer-Gram said sternly, “Not your alarm clock. Although, if you like I can add that to my features, many of which you are not familiar with. I have a list…”
“No time,” Dave said as he quickly got dressed, “I gotta get to work.” He ran through Summer-Gram on his way out never noticing the scowl on her face
As easy as his day job was, Dave still found himself unable to concentrate. It didn’t require much thought to fold several dozen boxes to get them ready to ship for the delivery company but his thoughts still turned to the amazing alien device he had lucked into and the fact that he had fucked Lena Headey and Summer Glau. He was the luckiest guy in the world!
“Get your head outta your ass and get to work!”
The sound of Dave’s boss’s voice shocked him out of his fantasy. He looked down at his erection, grabbed a box, placed it over the front of his pants and spun around. “Sorry, Mr. Battchi,” he said meekly.
“What is it with kids today?” the manager of the delivery store muttered at his single worse employee, “There’s full grown adults who’ll do anything for a buck in this economy and I get stuck with you.”
“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” Dave said with a shrug of his shoulders. He tried to look his boss in the eyes but the managers gaze was drifting down towards Dave’s box. He looked down and realized he had taken his hands off the box but his hard-on was keeping the box in place. He quickly grabbed the box again and smiled meekly, hoping his boss hadn’t noticed.
“Just… just get back to work,” Mr. Battchi muttered as he turned back to his office.
“Disaster adverted,” Dave said to himself with pride, his hands on his hips and the box on his erection.
Shortly after lunch time, Dave walked into his dingy apartment like a king entering his throne room. “I am home, my peasants,” he said to no one as he flopped down on his couch and picked up his remote. He punched the power but and waited for his entertainment center and TV to turn on. He hit the power button again and when noting continued to happen he checked the batteries. As he lifted the back of the remote off all he found was a wad of green goo glowing eerily and just as he was about to touch it Summer-Gram appeared.
“Don’t touch that!” Summer-Gram shouted, “It’s toxic to humans and most cats!”
Dave screamed and quickly slapped the back of the remote back on. “Why didn’t you warm me,” he gasped as he gingerly placed the remote down.
“I did. Yesterday,” Summer-Gram said with her hands on her slender hips, still wearing her bikini.
“I don’t remember that,” Dave said defensively.
“Yes, well, we seem to be having trouble with communication,” Summer-Gram said with a roll of her eyes.
“English as a second language. I understand,” Dave said obliviously, “Don’t worry, you’ll get the hang of it.”
Summer-Gram growled under her breath before regaining her composure. “Is there something I can help you with, Dave?” she grumbled.
“Where were you when I got home? I pushed the power button but nothing happened,” he said as he got up and headed to the kitchen.
“That wasn’t the ‘Power’ button,” Summer-Gram started to explain, “It was the Internet Access button. I am never actually ‘Off’. I have far to many functions to attend to to ever be turned off.”
“I’ve got Internet now? Coooool,” Dave said through a face full of potato chips completely unaware of the look of disdain on Summer-Gram’s face. “How much is that gonna cost me?” he asked worriedly, “Cuz I skipped outta work early so my paychecks gonna be pretty light this month.”
“I am… We talked…” Summer-Gram stuttered. “It’s… It’s free,” she said rather than explain.
“Coooool,” Dave groaned.
Summer-Gram carefully went over how to explain her internet functions a simply as possible to Dave. “I can access what you humans refer to as ‘The Internet’ by…”
“No time, I’ve got a idea for a fantasy,” Dave interrupted and began explaining to Summer-Gram what he wanted.
In a flash of red light, Dave found himself in a large, dark, stone room. “We should hurry before we are missed,” a sexy, British voice said from behind him. He turned around and saw his fantasy, Lena Headey dressed as Cersei Lannister standing in her royal gowns. He looked down to check his own clothes and saw that he was indeed dressed as Cersei Lanaster’s brother, Jamie and they were in one of the stone towers at Winterfell.
When he had been able to afford the internet, Dave had downloaded every episode of Game of Thrones, it was one the few shows he would actually pay attention to and not just because of all the sex. Although the constant female nudity was a huuuuge plus. And because Lena was in it it made it a huuuuge plus too. And he had to admit to himself that the incest between Cersei and her brother was kind of hot. Especially now that he was her brother.
Lena’s hair was longer than it had be in The Sarah Connor Chronicles and dyed a dark blonde and her body was nearly completely hidden beneath her clothes but he could do away with those without to much trouble. She stepped closer and he wrapped his arms around her slender waist and held her close as he bent down and kissed her. Her moist tongue quickly found his as he groaned with lust into her mouth. She began grinding her body against his and he began pulling up her gowns until his hands found her pert ass and she groaned in appreciation back into his mouth.
Dave kneaded Lena’s ass as she began unfastening his pants, her hands searching for his rapidly hardening cock. He slipped his fingertips between her firm cheeks, sliding them down until he could feel the start of her damp pussy, her slick juices dripping out of her horny body. He began frantically searching for any type of button or zipper to open her gowns more but he couldn’t find even a hint of an opening for him. On any normal occasionally he would have been more than ecstatic to even be able to lay an eyeball on Lena Headey but to have her in his arms, for a second time no less, and not be able to touch her was nearly maddening.
As Lena slipped his hand in his pants and grasped his shaft, Dave completely forgot about his frustration.
“Oh, Jamie,” Cersei gasped as she fisted her brother’s cock, sliding her thumb across the sensitive tip. With her free hand she managed to tug his pants down and cupped his balls, massaging them in her palm as she fisted his prick.
“Oh, yeah,” Dave groaned as Lena’s expert hands massaged his cock and balls. His hands continued moving across her body through her far to many layers of clothes as he moaned in pleasure. He once again began tugging on her gown trying to find a way in and nearly ripped her clothes off.
Releasing her hold on Jamie’s wonderful cock and balls, Cersei began hiking up her skirts. “We don’t have time,” she chided her brother, “We must be quick before we are found out.” She managed to pull her gown up to her waist, baring her glistening pussy to her brother as his eyes grew wider at the sight of her naked sex. “I love the way you look at me,” she said as she turned around, baring her ass as she looked over her shoulder at Jamie and smirked knowingly at him. “Take me now,” she whispered breathlessly as she got down on her knees.
“Yes, ma’am,” Dave said enthusiasticly, surprised to hear Nikolai Coster-Waldau’s voice, the actor who played Jamie Lannister, rather than his own. But as he looked down at Lena’s pale, up-thrust ass he found that he didn’t really care. He knelt behind her and slid his hands reverently of her soft, silky ass-cheeks before bending down on the floor. He spread her cheeks apart and licked up from her moist slit to her tiny, puckered asshole. He’d already fucked Lena Headey during his Sarah Connor Chronicles fantasy and knew where he wanted to fuck her now.
Lena hissed in lust as Dave licked the wrinkled entrance to her ass. He kneaded her taunt ass as he gently probed her tight little hole with just the tip of his tongue. He slid his tongue down to her dripping pussy, drawing her juices out and causing her to gasp out in pleasure. He slipped up back to her ass and pushed his tongue back into her just a bit further than the last time before licking back down to her pussy and up again. With every push he sent his tongue just a bit farther inside of her until he was tongue fucking her ass and making Lena cry out in pleasure.
“Yes, Jamie, yes,” Cersei hissed through clenched teeth as she pushed her body back and tried to get every bit of her brother’s tongue into her as possible. His fingers slid down her ass to between her trembling thighs as she rocked herself back and forth on her hands and knees. She may be a queen everywhere else but with her brother she belonged to his body. As Jamie slid a knowledgeable finger into her sopping cunt she groaned out in lust, “By the old gods and new that feels good.”
“Mew met,” Dave mumbled into Lena’s ass. He slid his finger as deep into her pussy as he could while sliding his tongue as deep into her ass as he could. He began pistoning in and out one at a time, his finger into her pussy as he pulled his tongue out as he then pushed his tongue in and pulled his finger out. Her arms began to tremble as he tongue and finger fucked her and as he slipped a second finger into her she collapsed forward lifting her ass up higher.
Cersei moaned into her arms as she pushed her ass towards her brother. A wicked smile crossed her lips as her legs began to tremble. She felt her orgasm begin to rise and chewed on her bottom lip , giggling to herself, if only her husband could see her now. She stuttered in pleasure as Jamie switched fingers and tongue, fucking her ass with his two fingers and fucking her pussy with his tongue.
Dave began to lose track of what his fingers and tongue were doing, there were just to many moving parts for him to remember everything he was doing. He pulled his fingers and tongue out and shook his head to clear it as he thought about everything he was supposed to be doing.
“Please, don’t stop, Jamie,” Cersei begged, “I’m so close and we have so little time.”
“Gimmie a second,” Dave said as he began counting to four in his head over and over again to help him keep track. When he firmly established the rhythm in his head he bent down again and slipped his two fingers into Lena’s hot, wet cunt and his tongue back into her tight, up-turned ass. She squealed in glee in front of him as he pushed his tongue in and out of her ass four times and his fingers into her pulsing pussy four times.
“Oh gods yes!” Cersei gasped as her brother switched his fingers and tongue again. His tongue rippled inside of her needy pussy as his fingers wiggled inside of her ass. Her orgasm quickly doubled and she felt it roll over her, her entire body seizing in pleasure and she smiled wildly. Her warm, slick juices gushed out of her pussy, dripping down her thighs as she shuddered and squealed in joy.
As Lena twitched and writhed around on the tip of his tongue and wiggling fingers, Dave sat up and positioned the tip of his throbbing cock at the entrance to her drooling pussy. He slid himself into her gripping pussy slowly, enjoying the way her cunt parted around him. She seemed to draw him into her body as he held her hips and smiled wide to himself in pride. For the second time in his life he got to fuck Lena Headey and it was all thanks to lucking into that alien entertainment center.
Cersei moaned in contentment as she felt Jamie bottom out inside of her. She lifted herself up into her elbows and began rocking herself back and forth, fucking herself on her brother’s wonderful cock. His talented hands crawled over her ass, kneading her flesh as she worked herself against him, his fingers parting her cheeks and toying with her wet hole, opening her up to him. His thumbs slipped past the tight ring of muscle with a lewd pop as he began fucking her ass with his fingers and she fucked herself with his prick.
When he felt that Lena’s ass was as wet and as accommodating as possible, Dave slid his thumbs and cock out of her, making her mewl with disappointment.
“No, Jamie, don’t stop now,” Cersei begged as she tried to push herself back against him.
“Hold on, hold on,” Dave said as he positioned his cock-head against the puckered entrance to Lena Headey’s sweat slick ass. He pushed himself forward until the tip of his prick slipped into her ass causing her to gasp at the sensation. He entered her slowly, letting her tight ass envelope him at a snail’s pace as she mewled like a small animal. He let her take over, pushing herself back against him, letting her part around him at her own pace until he had filled her completely and his bloated balls were resting on her sticky pussy-lips.
“Sweet God yes!” Cersei growled as she began rocking herself back and forth, fucking her royal ass with her brother’s cock. Her ass made wet slapping noises as it impacted Jamie’s hips, his hands on her waist holding himself still as his wonderful prick filled her again and again. She panted and moaned in lust as she felt her juices slip down the insides of her quivering thighs and her brother held her possessively. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Jamie my love,” she groaned in pleasure.
Dave began timing Lena’s thrusts and moved his hips slightly. He groaned lustfully as her tight, heavenly ass gripped him tight. The wet sounds of their sex echoed through the stone room as he gritted his teeth, fucking the Queen as deep in her ass as possible. His dangling balls slapped wetly against her drooling pussy as he pistoned faster and harder, rocking Lena’s body forward and using his firm grip on her waist to pull her back. He was amazed at how easily their bodies synced together almost like they were brother and sister which turned him on all the more.
They both began panting and moaning in unison as they felt their orgasms begin to rise as they thrust against each other. Dave pulled Lena hold, holding her tightly against him as he pushed his prick as deep inside her body as he could, enjoying the way her tight asshole gripped him like a fist.
“Stop, stop,” Cersei pleaded as she stared in open mouth fear at the window across from them.
Dave looked up at the window and thought, “Shit, I forgot about this part of the show.” Crouched in the open window was a young, dark haired boy staring at both of them. He couldn’t remember the character’s name but remembered what he did in this episode of the show. With no control over Jamie, Dave pulled his pants up and ran over to the window, grabbing the boy. “Are you completely mad?” Jamie asked on his own, continuing the scene as it had originally played out on the show.
“He saw us,” Cerise gasped again, building to a panic.
“It’s alright,” Jamie said as Dave tried to exert some form of control, “It’s alright, it’s alright.”
“He saw us,” Cersei pleaded to her brother.
Dave screamed inside his mind as Jamie said back to his sister, “I heard you the first time,” before looking out the window at the ground far below. “Stop it!” Dave screamed inside his brain as Jamie looked back at the kid. “You’re quite the little climber, aren’t you? How old are you, boy?”
“Ten,” the kid said and a look of sadness crossed Jamie’s handsome face.
“Ten,” Jamie said solemnly before looking back at Cersei. “The things I do for love,” he said matter-of-factly before pushing the boy out the window.
“Ahhh…!” Dave screamed as he thrashed around on his couch.
“Dave, stop screaming,” Summer-Gram said.
Dave stopped yelling and blinked blankly at Summer-Gram before starting to yell again. “Ahhh! How can I stop yelling when I just killed a kid!,” he screamed at her before starting to yell again.
Summer-Gram rolled her eyes at Dave. “You did not just kill a kid. It wasn’t real,” she sighed.
“I ki- ki- killed a kid- d- d-,” Dave cried.
“It wasn’t real, Dave,” Summer-Gram said in frustration, “It was all just a virtual reality fantasy.”
Dave blinked back the tears. “It… it wasn’t… wasn’t real?” he hiccuped.
“No. It wasn’t real,” Summer-Gram said with her hands on her hips.
“But… but I pushed that kid out the window,” Dave whined.
“Yes, that was how the scene played out,” Summer-Gram explained. “You inserted yourself into a scene and all you added was the sex so you had to finish the scene,” she continued, “I’ve explained this to you before.”
Wiping the tears from his face, Dave stared up at Summer-Gram. “I don’t remember that,” he said.
“Yes, well, I’m sure you may have been a little distracted,” Summer-Gram said as she waved her hand at her small, white bikini, “Also you nap a lot.”
“Maybe,” Dave said defensively.
“Would you like me to repeat my functions?”
“…and that’s how my nano-features work. Any questions?” Summer-Gram asked.
Dave just stared at her blankly. “Dave?” she asked as she snapped her fingers in front of
her owner’s face to get his attention, “Dave?”
Dave shook his head to get his concentration back. “Remind me one of these days to
program some clothes for you. Your little, white bikini is kinda distracting,” he told her.
Summer-Gram nearly growled in frustration as Dave’s eyes crawled over her barely
covered body. “I was explaining how to program an entire scenario instead of just injecting
yourself into a scene. Unless you like killing little boys,” she said snidely.
“I watched the next episode. That kid lived,” Dave said proudly.
“That’s not quite the point,” Summer-Gram mumbled, “The point is how to program a
complex, satisfying scenario as well as using your in-world remote to alter the program at
Dave’s eyes lit up. “You mean I can change the program once I’m in the scene?” he
Summer-Gram could only stare blankly at Dave. “I think you actually burnt out one
of my logic nodes,” she said plainly before adding, “Grab some paper and a pen to take
notes, Dave. I’ll go through it all again.”
Dave couldn’t believe how warm the sun felt on his skin or the smell of cooking foods
being carried by the wind. It was amazing how real this world felt. And then the wind
shifted and carried the smell of fetid shit straight up his nose. “Oh man. My mouth was
open,” he gagged. He looked over the side of the bridge and, sure enough, the water
below looked like it had been flushed out of a toilet. A large toilet. A large toilet at a
college football game on all you can eat pickled pickles night. He swooned and nearly fell
over before he righted himself. “Maybe it’s a little to real,” he mumbled to himself.
Rolling up his sleeve, Dave grabbed the large, gold bracelet on his wrist and ran his
thumb across it. A holographic display suddenly appeared with a holographic keyboard
below it. His tongue sticking out of the corner of his mouth, he hunt and pecked his way
across the keyboard until he had the right command and hit the Enter key. Suddenly the
water ran clear and the smell of shit cleared from the air. He took a deep breath and
smiled wide at his small accomplishment. “King’s Landing smells soooo much better now!”
he said with his arms spread wide.
Now able to walk without the stink, Dave continued strolling around the fictional city
of George R. R. Martin’s Game of Thrones. While it had been a dream come true to fuck
Cerci Lannister. The scenario had ended a bit worse than he would have wanted but now,
with his in-world remote he was sure he could come up with a fantasy that would end better.
He found the first place selling food and bought a turkey leg and a mead with his now
limitless supply of gold. The turkey leg wasn’t half bad but the mead tasted horrible and he
quickly threw the goblet away ‘cuz he was rich now and could afford to do shit like that.
He ate his leg slowly as he wondered around and when he had finished what he
wanted he handed what was left to a random street urchin and decided what to do next. If
there was one thing Game of Thrones was known for it was the massive amount of sex and
nudity. “Littlefinger’s Brothel, here I come,” he said gleefully. After he had walked a few
blocks it suddenly occurred to him that he didn’t exactly know where the brothel was. He
knew King’s Landing had a castle, he’d seen it on the show, but the show hadn’t exactly
given directions on how to find it. He knew that King’s Landing had a port for boats but
then again the show hadn’t given directions. And he knew that there were several brothels
in the city but he had no way of knowing how to get to them.
Dave thought about asking a passing stranger for directions but he couldn’t quite bring
himself to say, “Hey, I’m trying to get my rocks off so can you give me directions?” to a
complete stranger. He looked down at his wrist and thought about programming some
street signs into his fantasy when he was suddenly shoved to the side.
“Move, piss-ant,” the tall, armored man said.
Grunting in discomfort, Dave thought about saying something both withering and
sarcastic but then he noticed how much larger the other man was as well as the large sword
the man had. And then he recognized the armor the man was wearing. The man was
what was called a Gold Cloak, basically both the palace guard and police of King’s Landing.
And if there was one cop around there were sure to be more. Sure enough the Gold Cloak
who had shoved Dave stood stock still as a small precession of other men walked past him
and then his mouth hung open at who the Gold Cloaks were escorting. Sansa and Arya
Dave had chosen the earlier episodes in the show before the war had broken out since
it would probably be easier getting laid if he didn’t have to worry about getting stabbed
while doing it. A sly grin broke out across his face as he decided that instead of an orgy at
the brothel he would try for something a bit more intimate. Once again turning to his
in-world remote he programed a new scenario and in a flash of light he was standing inside
the castle at King’s Landing. He stumbled on his feet, jolted by his sudden appearance in
the darkly lit hall but luckily got his balance. He didn’t want to have to try and pick himself
off the floor wearing all of the heavy armor and thought about adding some muscles to
himself before the sound of approaching footsteps got his attention. He looked up and
saw Sansa and Arya Stark being escorted to their rooms.
Arya looked several years younger than Sansa due to the actress playing her, Maisie
Williams, being way shorter than the actress playing Sansa, Sophie Turner. They were both
in their mid-teens which normally would mean that Dave would have to take a quick mental
picture and turn his head but this was a virtual reality fantasy, not real life so what could the
harm be? Arya had shorter, dark hair and wide eyes while Sansa had long, red hair and
long, long legs. He was giddy with excitement as the actresses approached. Arya was
shown to her own room while Sansa walked past him into her room of which he was the
guard for. The other Gold Cloaks left as soon as the door was closed and he waited alone
in the hall for his fantasy to start.
Luckily he didn’t have to wait long before the fantasy kicked in. The hall was empty
except for himself and it was maybe 10 minutes before the door to Sansa’s room opened a
crack. He turned his head to look and it immediately closed on him. He felt kind of
disappointed and began thinking that he’d done something wrong with the program before
the door opened a bit more to show Sophie Turner’s beautiful face peering up at him.
“You’re the Gold Cloak assigned to my room, correct?” the teenage girl asked
nervously. He wasn’t a big reader so he’d never read the books that Game of Thrones was
based on so he didn’t know how old Sansa Stark was there but while filming the actress was
14 or 15. He wasn’t a pedo by any means but a fantasy was a fantasy and he loved
“Your room and yourself,” Dave said with a puffed up chest full of self-importance.
“And what’s your name?” Sophie asked. Dave hadn’t prepared for this. Why was
this so hard? First 70’s bush, then kid maiming, and now he needed a name. What the
“Um, Daveish,” he muttered, “Daveish, ah… Maximus, my lady.”
Sansa peered around the hall to make sure they were alone before she opened the
door. “Won’t you come in, Daveish,” she said as she stood to the side. Dave walked in
talking long, confident strides to make sure that his cape flared out behind him as the
nervous, young, beautiful girl closed the door behind him.
Turning back to Sophie, Dave let her lock the door before talking. “What can I do for
you, my lady?” he asked.
“I… I had a… a question,” Sansa said as she walked to her bed and then her dresser
and then her mirror and then back again, “It involves your prince… well, the prince, my
future husband, Joffrey.”
“And what is that, Sophie, ah… I mean, my lady,” Dave asked. He loved watching her
lithe teenage body walking back and forth nervously in her room, her long legs carrying her
back and forth. Well, he knew she had long legs but only because of the pics on the
internet and the X-Men movie she was in, you couldn’t really tell in the fancy dress she was
Sansa chewed her bottom lip nervously deciding how to best frame her question.
How exactly did one ask about things like this. Joffrey’s father, King Bararathon, had a
reputation that was well know but as for Joffrey, the future king… “You’ve served the king
for how long now?”
What the hell, Dave wondered. Why was she asking all these hard questions he
hadn’t prepared for. “Five years?” That sounded good.
Sansa nodded nervously before continuing her trek around the room. “I was… I was
wondering about… about Prince Joffrey,” she stammered, “If he… if he perhaps… if he
perhaps shared some of his father’s… appetites?”
That’s a good way to put it, Dave thought considering the appetites that Joffrey would
be displaying in later seasons. “None that I know of, my lady,” he said. She was soooo
“Has he… has he ever… ever, perhaps, frequented any of King’s Landing’s more…
more risqué establishments?” Sansa asked nervously, unable to even look towards the
“None, my lady,” Dave said. This was not quiet the way he figured his fantasy was
going to start. The young lady Stark really was quite a talker. He had to think of a way to
steer this conversation to a more sexy topic. “He is a young boy, as you are a young lady,”
he started, “And quiet curious but he’s never had the chance to explore that curiosity, my
“So he… he has never been able to… ah… to explore those things his father is so fond
of?” Sansa managed to get out.
“No, my lady. He is a unsheathed sword,” Dave said and immediately felt proud of
his phrasing and wondered how they’d never used “unsheathed sword” in the show.
Sansa sat herself down demurely on the edge of her bed and spoke before she lost the
nerve. “I too am a unsheathed sword,” she blurted out.
It’s already catching on, Dave thought proudly. “I’m sure you’ll both figure it out,”
Dave told her. Finally the conversation was going where he wanted it to.
“But I want to do more than just ‘figure it out’,” Sansa cried, “I wish to please my
future husband in every way!”
Dave walked over and patted Sophie on her shoulder, his first contact with the young
star. His erection sprung to life and hit his cod-piece with an audible ‘ting’. “I am sure you
could ask your parents, your mother is quite attractive and I am sure your father has pierced
her scabbard many times,” he assured her.
“I can’t ask them!” Sansa cried, “I’m all alone!”
As Sophie began sobbing into her hands, Dave found his heart going out to the young
girl. She really is a much better actress without an American accent he thought to himself.
“You’re not alone, my lady,” he reassured her, “You have me.”
Suddenly Sansa looked up to her personal Gold Cloak and what felt like her only friend
since coming to King’s Landing. “You’ll… you’ll help me?” she asked, her eyes glimmering
“Of course,” Dave said as he sat down next to Sophie, “Anything you need.”
“Oh, thank you!” Sansa cried before throwing her arms around Daveish and hugging
As Sophie hugged him, Dave found himself cursing the armor he was wearing and
preventing him from feeling her young, flush body. “I have a responsibility to guard your
body and I suppose that means guarding you from misusing your body as well,” he said as he
ran his gloved hands up and down her back before he whispered to himself, “Your young,
“Thank you! Thank you so much, Ser Davish,” Sans a said with visible relief before
sitting up straighter. “What shall my first lesson be?” she asked enthusiastically.
Dave patted her knee and took in her beautiful face as he answered. “I think first we
should practice kissing,” he said as he leaned forward. As he leaned in, Sans a began
leaning back away from him and he automatically leaned further in to follow her as she
continued to lean further back until he almost slipped off the bed.
“Perhaps you should take your helmet off,” Sansa offered as she helped Ser Davish
regain his balance.
“Oh! Good idea,” Dave agreed and immediately began tugging and twisting on the
helmet covering his face. When he couldn’t even get his helmet to turn sideways he began
looking for the strap beneath his chin but his gloves barely fit between his chin and chest
and he couldn’t even feel the leather straps that he knew had to be there. He gave Sophie
a dumb grin that failed to be even a little charming and quickly threw his gloves off and
found the strap holding his helmet to his head. Finally yanking his helmet off he threw it
over his shoulder where it crashed loudly on the floor.
“Now where were we?” he asked before puckering up and leaning over towards the
red haired teenage girl. Mirroring him, Sophie did the same with an exaggerated pucker of
her lips until their faces met. The kiss was loud and wet, Dave’s tongue trying to find it’s
way into the young actress’s mouth while she applied pressure and slid to the corner of his
mouth, each one missing their targets almost completely.
Dave awkwardly broke the kids and sat up straighter. “So, ah… how was that, baby,”
he asked and once again failed to be even close to charming.
“It, ah… it was certainly not what… not what I expected, “ Sansa said, obviously trying
not to hurt the Gold Cloak’s feelings.
“Yeah, me neither,” Dave said as he lifted up his in-world remote, “Hold on a sec.”
He typed quickly, re-read what he had typed, corrected the spelling errors and then hit enter.
He didn’t feel any different but he supposed that he’d have to see if his commands had
worked. Maybe he had learned to hack his brain. “Let’s try that again.”
Dave leaned over and cupped the back of Sophie’s head with one hand and placed his
other hand on her hip as their lips met. He applied much more gentle pressure before
sliding his tongue across her lips softly. This time the young girl responded by opening her
mouth slightly to let his questing tongue in. He met her tongue and lightly caressed it as
the hand on her hip slid slowly to her waist and she pressed her supple teenage body against
his and moaned with appreciation into his mouth.
Once again breaking the kiss, Dave looked down at Sophie, her eyes half closed and
fluttering with the passion of the kiss. “So how was that?” he asked her.
Sansa’s eyes opened slowly to look up at the Gold Cloak’s face. “Muuuuch better,”
she moaned in desire.
A wide smile broke across Dave’s face and instant before he grabbed the slender,
teenage girl and held her tight. With a confidence born of programming her to live
everything he did to her, he kissed her hard and deep. Their tongues wrestled in their
mouths and she moaned out in appreciation of what he was doing to her. His hands
wandered over her young form as he began searching for the ties and clasps holding her
Suddenly Dave broke the kiss to use his remote again. After typing his last command
he returned to the kiss, one hand squeezing Sophie’s slender thigh while the other trailed
behind her to the zipper he had programmed there. Her dress parted to her waist
revealing her simple slip beneath, her breasts obviously unencumbered and her nipples just
barely visible through the material.
With just a tap on his chest plate, Dave’s armor fell off of him revealing his own simple
white undershirt and pants. He yanked Sophie to him again, holding her much less clothed
body to his, her small, firm breasts pressed against him through the thin materials of what
they still had on.
Sansa groaned with lust as the knight’s hands quarter across her body. “Oh, my Ser
Davish,” she moaned lustfully.
“Call me, ‘Maximus’,” Dave told her has his hand slid breathed Sophie’s slip and up to
“Oh, my Ser Maximus,” Sansa moaned lustfully.
Dave lightly stroked Sophie’s small breasts and ran his thumb over her hard nipple.
“Actually, just call me ‘Dave’,” he said.
“Oh, my Ser Dave,” Sansa moaned lustfully.
Dave shrugged his shoulders. “Close enough,” he said before bending down and
sucking on Sophie’s tit through her slip. She groaned out above him as he sucked hard on
one of her breasts, squeezed the other, and slid his hand down to her bare hip and thigh.
He skin felt like warm silk as his palm skimmed from her hip to her knee and back again.
He switched from one teenage to the other, the hand that hand been playing with her
breasts now awkwardly useless. Side by side to Sophie he couldn’t really reach anything so
he decided to move on.
“You are a fine kisser, m’lady,” he said as deep and as manfully as he could before he
stood up in front of the horny young girl, “But I think it’s time to move on.”
Sansa looked up expectantly her guard. “Oh, my lord, what comes next?” she asked
“Behold my sword,” Dave said before dropping his pants, his hands proudly in his hips
as his erection throbbed in front of the easily impressed young girl.
“Ser Dave,” Sansa gasped in astonishment, “It is truly a long sword.”
Dave beamed down at Sophie as she stared at his prick. “First you grab the sword by
it’s base,” he instructed the beautiful young girl. He groaned out as she gripped him
tentatively, her eyes wide in excitement. “And now you tug on it lightly,” he said and she
immediately obeyed, her delicate hand working up and down his shaft. “Now use your
other hand to feel and fondle my, ah… orbs. Yeah, massage my sword and orbs,” he said
and had to stop himself from giggling out like a excited schoolgirl.
“Oh, Ser Dave,” Sansa cooed as she continued tugging on the knight’s shaft, “It’s so
hard and warm.”
“Yes. Yes it is,” Dave agreed with his hands still in his hips. He began rocking
himself back and forth, fucking Sophie’s soft, silky hands. Her fingers rippled around his as
she jerked him off drawing a deep groan of pleasure from him. The hand fondling his balls
joined her other hand giving him a double hand-job, her palms rubbing his sensitive
cock-head before traveling back down his shaft. After a few more strokes she went back to
massaging his sack, her eyes wide and with a small smile on her beautiful face.
Dave softly stroked Sophie red hair, drawing her attention. “Now I want you to use
your tongue and lick me,” he said and she quickly nodded her head in compliance. She
extended her warm, pink, moist tongue and licked the tip of him causing him to shudder in
delight. When his cock-head was completely covered in her warm saliva she began licking
down his shaft using long, firm strokes. When she had reached his base she began licking
back up, her tongue wiggling against him as she made her way up.
When she had reach the tip of her knight’s flesh sword she began tugging on him
again with both hands as she looked up at him. “Am I doing a good job, Ser Dave?” she
Dave groaned out in lust, all thoughts on the skivy-me as of having sex with a teenage
girl gone from his head. She wasn’t real so there wasn’t anything wrong with it. “You are
doing such a good job, my lady,” he told her, “And speaking of jobs…”
Telling her what was expected next, Dave explained everything in great detail.
Virtual Reality or not, pain was pain and he didn’t want Sophie to accidentally biting him.
She sat obediently on the edge of the bed staring up at him with a warm, waiting look on her
face. She kept her hands in her lap as she opened her mouth and extended her tongue.
He placed the tip of his cock on her moist tongue and slid and inch into her open mouth.
Her pink lips sealed around his girth as she began sucking on him, her cheeks hollowing as
her tongue wiggled around his cock.
“Oh my sweet baby Jesus,” Dave groaned out as he began rocking his hips and sliding
his fingers through Sophie’s red hair. He fucked her mouth softly, slowly, not wanting to
rush her. He thought about programming her to not have a gag-reflex but the In-world
remote was on the floor with his armor and he didn’t want to pull his dick out of Sophie
Turner’s mouth to retrieve it.
Dave enjoyed every inch of fucking Sophie’s beautiful face, her lips around his shaft,
her tongue massaging the length of him, the pressure from her sucking him in and out of her
mouth. He was in heaven. It was worth the alien probing just to be here with his balls
rocking against her chin. She moaned around him as he slid in and out of her, the head of
his prick hitting the back of her warm, talented mouth with every strike
He reached down with one hand to squeeze one of her plump tits and roll her nipple
with his fingers through her slip. He straightened back up and pulled his cock out of her
mouth, lifting his shaft up to present his balls to her. “Lick ‘em,” he gasped and was
rewarded with her immediate obedience. The young girl was enjoying giving a blow-job
just as much as he was enjoying receiving it.
Sansa tugged on the knight’s manhood with one hand as she used her other hand to
cup his sack and lift it up. She used her moist tongue to pick every bit of him that she could
before drawing one of his orbs into her mouth, sucking on it like sweet fruit as she licked it.
She switched to the other firm ball, repeating herself and making the knight groan.
As the teenage girl dropped his balls she quickly returned to sucking Dave’s pole.
Sansa started to become more enthusiastic as her confidence grew, bobbing back and forth,
fucking him with her mouth and causing him to groan out even more.
“Fuck! I’m gonna cum,” Dave grunted as he suddenly pulled his prick out of the
beautiful girl’s mouth. He searched for something unsexy to think of to stop himself from
shooting his load to soon. “Bills, crushing student debt, last girlfriend, my mom, my
Sansa looked up at her knight with confusion. “Does one normally think of one’s
parents at a time like this?” she asked, perplexed.
Dave refused to look down at the beautiful, horny teenager. “It depends on the
situation,” he grumbled as he struggled to regain control of himself. He heard rustling
below him and looked down at Sophie as she reclined on the bed.
“I believe it is time for my next lesson,” Sansa said in a deep, husky bedroom voice.
Looking down at the beautiful girl, Dave was reminded of one of his girlfriends who
had called him a selfish lover. She had tried to reach him how to reciprocate but it was all
so confusing down there. Who really needs that many erogenous zones anyway? He
looked down at the remote for a moment before turning his attention back to Sophie. Her
chest heaved with desire, her hard nipples creating twin peaks through the translucent
material covering her breasts and the slight blush of read barely glimpsed between her legs.
“Fuck it,” Dave grunted as he fell down on top of Sophie, he could practice oral later,
this was his fantasy. The teenage girl giggled as he frantically pulled her slip up to bare her
young, slender body to him. He left the material bunches below her arms as he hungrily
attacked her teenage tits, sucking noisily at them. She groaned for him as he snaked an
arm down her pale, willowy body, his hand plunging between her slender legs.
Sophie’s right little pussy was already dripping wet and his fingers slid in deep causing
her to gasp out. She began rocking her hips up, fucking his fingers as he nursed at her tits.
She gasped and moaned, her pale body writhing underneath him, ready for him, Ser Davish
Maximus, to show her how to fuck. With his shirt still on and his pants around his ankles,
he positioned himself between her spread legs and positioned his aching cock at the
entrance to her waiting pussy.
“Here it comes, baby,” Dave grunted as he began sliding himself inside of the teenage
“Yes, my knight, yes!” Sansa gasped out as her body was pierced by Ser Dave’s manly
“Geez, geez, geez…” Dave groaned with every little thrust. Sophie’s virgin pussy was
so tight it felt like a soft, gloved hand was squeezing the life out of his prick. She rocked up
underneath him, trying to work as much of his dick inside of her as she could. He could feel
her tight cunt parting slowly around him making him wish that he had spent more time
getting her ready but it was to late now, knights never retreated. They pressed on no
matter how dangerous their mission was!
As Dave edged inside of Sophie he could feel his balls tightening up, ready to release.
“All… most… there…” he grunted as he pressed forward. The young girl below him gripped
his hips in her hands and licked her long legs around him, helping him push forward into her
tight, wet, needy pussy. “All… most…” he groaned as he slowly inches inside of the virgin
girl, her hot cunt gripping him to the point of pain. It felt like there was a fire between
their legs as he pushed and she pulled him into her. Their bodies were covered in sweat,
their flesh glistening in the sun light pouring through the window.
“Almost…” Dave moaned before Sophie cried out below him.
“Yes, yes, yes…!” Sansa cried out in pleasure as her slender teenage body shuddered
and shook with the force of her orgasm. Her muscles twitched and seized as her first
orgasm crashed through her wonton body.
“…there!” Dave finished as he pierced the orgasming girl with the last inch of his cock
right before exploding inside of her. His thick load filled her spasming pussy, leaking
through the seal of her cunt wrapped around his shaft. His arms trembled as he held
himself above her, relishing the feel of her young body below him and wrapped around him.
Her hold on him began to slack as her arms fell to her sides and her slender legs opened
around him. He rolled to his side, his prick sliding out of her with a lewd pop. They laid
side by side, struggling to get their breath back.
Dave rolled over and peered lovingly at Sophie’s beautiful, post orgasmic face. “And
that’s how you please a man,” he said proudly.
When Dave came out of his VR fantasy, Summer-Gram was there waiting for him.
“How come you’re wearing that?” he asked. She was dressed in a police woman’s uniform.
And it wasn’t even a sexy police woman’s uniform.
“You said I needed to change out of my bikini,” she said matter of factly as she pulled
out a small notebook from her shirt pocket and flipped it open, “Now would you like to hear
about your state’s age of consent laws?”
“Oh, come on…” Dave groaned with a roll of his eyes.
Dawn had barely broken over the city rooftops when Dave shot up out of bed. It was literally the earliest he had ever woken up since he was 12. He jumped out of bed in his dingy T-shirt and slightly dingy-er shorts and ran to his living room before he could forget his dream. It has been a great dream and half-way through it he had realized that it would be a even better fantasy.
“Summer-Gram, up and attem!” he shouted gleefully as he flopped himself down on his also dingy couch.
“How may I be of service, Dave?” the alien hologram of Summer Glau asked as she blinked on. She floated a few inches off the ground with a red lit aura surrounding her and was slightly transparent. She had been given permission from Dave to be able to pick her own attire due to the fact that her wearing only a white bikini was too distracting for him. Considering the time of day in which she had been activated, the alien user-interface was wearing a blue silk kimono robe and holding a steaming mug.
“I just had the most amazing dream and decided to try it out in VR,” Dave said excitedly as he grabbed his remote and began programming in a new scenario.
“You decided, in your dream, to try out your dream in VR?” she asked with a cocked eyebrow, “Are you sure you just didn’t dream that you were living a VR fantasy?”
“Nah. If my dreams get too boring I usually just scrap ‘em and try a new one,” he said as he hit the ‘enter’ butting in his remote and threw it on the coffee table, “I decided this one would be better as a fantasy.”
Summer-Gram gave her owner an inquisitive look for a moment. “You were lucid dreaming and decided to wake yourself up?” she asked as a red light shot out of the television and enveloped Dave.
“Yeah,” Dave said in childish glee as his vision slowly went red, “This should be great.”
As Dave’s mind was sucked into his VR program and his body slumped in the couch, Summer-Gram took a sip of her holographic coffee. “Interesting.”
Inside of the alien TV’s virtual reality program, Dave found himself sitting on a bamboo chair in a small bamboo hut. He was wearing a white linin shirt with sweat stains in the armpits due to the sweltering heat and a pair of tan linin pants. He reclined in the chair with his arms crossed across his chest as he peered into the small, rusted steal cage across from him. He smiled at his two prisoners as they struggled slightly against the chains binding their wrists.
Both of Dave’s prisoners were on their tiptoes, their bodies stretched tight due to the chains attached to the ceiling. And they were some impressive bodies. The first body belonged to Dr. Smolder Bravestone as played by Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson in the movie Jumanji: Welcome to the Jungle. He was all rippling muscles underneath his worn jungle-wear as he strained against the chains. The second body belonged to Karen Gillan.
Dave had first furiously masturbated to Karen when she had dressed like a sexy police officer in the show Doctor Who. She was tall with fierce red hair, sparkling eyes, a slender model’s body, and long, long legs. In the Jumanji movie she had played Ruby Roundhouse, Adventurer. She had worn a tight, wine colored shirt that had bared her flat stomach and short shorts that had shown off her legs. Dave could already feel his pants tightening up.
Karen was chained just as The Rock was but looked much better stretched out tight from floor to chains as she struggled. Dave licked his lips as he stared at Karen’s taunt body and eyes flashing in anger.
Suddenly a dark, slightly greenish cloud appeared above The Rock’s head. “You’ll never get away with this, Dr. Davidson!” he shouted angrily and in the cloud text appeared: Smolder Bravestone- You’ll never get away with this, Dr. Davidson!
“Ha!” Dave laughed out. He suddenly looked up and saw a similar green cloud with text: Dr. Dave Davidson- …Ha!… He laughed out again and saw more Ha’s appearing.
“What exactly are you looking for, Dr. Davidson?” Karen asked with a defiant rattling of her chains, her words appearing in text above her head as well.
Dave shrugged his shoulders as he read the text above the two captives’ heads. He would be the first to admit that Dr. Dave Davidson was a weak name but it had been early and he had just woken up. Getting back into character he stood up and shook his fist at the video game/movie characters. “I think you know what I want,” he said with a evil chuckle, “The ‘Jumanji Jewels’! Ha ha ha…” He tried to ignore the text bubble above him but he just couldn’t stop himself.
Ruby and Smolder followed Dr. Davidson’s eye line but didn’t see anything. They shrugged at each other before looking back at the criminal. Meanwhile Dave tried to pretend that they hadn’t seen him staring off into space. He knew the text bubbles were there and he was fine with being the only one to know and Smolder and Ruby staring at him like that didn’t bother him at all.
“No one has seen the jewels since the Great Rhino Stampede,” Smolder said defiantly.
Dave tried to not read The Rock’s text bubble but couldn’t help himself. When he reached the word “definitely” he looked back down at his captives. Karen was staring at him like he was a very slow child. Trying to get back into character he said, “I’ll have those jewels!” He tried to not look up again and just managed to peek up out of the corner of his eye at his own dialogue box.
“I think he’s gone crazy from the jungle heat,” Ruby whispered to Smolder. Across the room, Dave tried to ignore the text above her head as she continued, “But I think I have a idea.”
Despite Karen thinking that he was crazy, Dave was happy that she was steering the scenario where he had programmed it to go.
“What’s that?” Smolder whispered back, the text appearing above his head.
“If I can get him to release these chains I can use my Dance-Fighting skills to knock him unconscious and we can escape and find the jewels before he does,” Ruby whispered.
“How can you Dance-Fight if you’re chained up?”
Ruby smirked at Dr. Bravestone. “Lap is a type of dance,” she said.
As soon as Dave caught up with the text above the captives’ heads he snorted with laughter and then had to calm himself down as Ruby and Smolder quickly turned their attention back to him. He quickly began to weakly look around like he had heard the sound too and that it hadn’t come from him.
“This should be easy since it’s obvious that the jungle heat has sent him over the edge,” Ruby whispered to Smolder.
“Dammit,” Dave muttered to himself. He couldn’t even program himself to be cool.
Ruby began to pretend to struggle against her chains again, stretching her taunt body this way and that, displaying her sexy charms to the evil Dr. Dave Davidson. She grunted and moaned erotically as she struggled, the better to entice him to release her, completely unaware that her pants and deep throated groans were being spelled out above her and distracting the evil doctor.
Despite the former model and current actress writhing and moaning only a few feet from him, Dave kept getting distracted by the words appearing above her head. Suddenly he realized what he was supposed to be doing and shook his head to clear away the horrible distraction that reading was causing. He returned his eyes to Karen rocking enticingly in front of him and got back into character. “And what do you think you’re doing, Dr. Roundhouse?” he asked.
“Doctor?” Ruby asked.
“Doctor?” Dave asked back and then looked up above him. It did appear that he had mistakenly called her Doctor. “Sorry, got your characters confused,” Dave told his captives before getting back into his own character, “What do you think you’re doing, Miss Roundhouse?” He looked above him to double check his words and then nodded to himself in satisfaction when he saw that he had gotten them right this time.
When Dr. Davidson had finished staring blankly above his head, Ruby went back to pretending to struggle against her chains. “Surely there must be some kind of deal we can work out,” she asked and added a hint of desperation to her voice.
After reading the dialogue box, Dave nodded in agreement before remembering that he was supposed to be speaking, not reading. “Right, right. I mean, ahem… And what kind of deal would that be, my dear?” he asked.
Ruby arched her back out gracefully showing off her hips and long legs as well as thrusting her chest out. “Perhaps you can take these chains off and we can work it out together?” she asked in a throaty tone of voice.
Dave smiled wickedly and sauntered over to the cage. As he unlocked the door he saw a dialogue box appear next to him that read: Dr. Davidson uses- Key. “I’m really going to have to be more pacific the next time I program ‘Movie about a video game’,” he mumbled to himself as he moved into the cage. He stood in front of Karen and stared at her long, lithe body from her boots to her legs to her flat stomach to her small, straining breasts and to her beautiful face. “So what was this about a ‘deal’, Miss Roundhouse?” he asked as seductively as he could.
“Undo these chains and I’ll show you,” Ruby said with a heated look.
Having to stop himself from giggling like a schoolboy, Dave slowly slid his hands up Karen’s bare arms to her bound wrists and unlocked her chains. He also fought to ignore the dialogue box stating that he had just used the key. The beautiful red head lowered her arms and rubbed her sore wrists before placing her hands in his chest and began pushing him back to arm’s length. She pushed him back as she strutted forward, her legs scissoring back and forth until he felt his chair behind his legs and flopped back down.
Coming from no where, Dave heard a strange electric synth music surrounding them as Karen posed in front of him, her hands on her hips and her back arched enticingly. “Do you hear that?” he asked the hot actress as she waved her long red hair back and forth.
Ruby placed her hands on Dr. Davidson’s shoulders and whispered, “Shhhh…” into his ear. With his face covered by her hair she looked over her shoulder at Bravestone and gave him a wink that he returned with a thumbs up. So far her plan was going perfectly. She leaned back up and rocked her body from side to side, popping her hips. Not a single inch of her toned body jiggled as she quickly turned around with a flourish and presented her tightly wrapped ass to the evil doctor. She bent down at the waist, her knees locked, and grabbed her ankles. From between the V of her legs she could see the doctor licking his lips as he stared at her ass and smirked to herself in satisfaction. She ran her hands up her legs as she slowly stood up, her fingers running across her inner thighs to her shorts before turning around again to face him.
Dave ran his hands up Karen’s smooth outer thighs to her hips as she stood in front of him with her legs shoulder length apart. “Suuuuch great legs,” he moaned. He flinched when one of Karen’s legs suddenly blurred up but instead of kicking him up side his head she instead rested her ankle on his shoulder. He held his breath in anticipation as she slowly leaned forward, her leg slowly sliding back until she had one foot on the ground and the back of her knee resting around his neck, her denim covered groin a bare inch from his face. “Soooo bendy,” he groaned.
Slowly pulling her outstretched leg back, Karen turned around so that her ass was once again all that Dave could see. Once again he ran his hands up her smooth, warm thighs to her waist as she bent forward, pressing her taunt rear-end against his chest. She slid her tightly wrapped ass down his chest to his lap and squealed a bit when she felt his erection pressed against her rear. She held herself still for a second and Dave held his breath in anticipation again. He couldn’t remember how many times women had accidentally touched his erections in public and then screamed but this was his fantasy and he slowly relaxed. Except for his prick. That stayed achingly rigid.
Ruby began rubbing her ass against the doctor’s dick as it poked her uncomfortably in her rear-end. Moving herself around against the hard member she eventually got it to lay down flat along Davidson’s thigh so she could rest herself against his lap. His hands slid from her hips to her stomach and back again as she rubbed herself against him, moving slowly along the length of him and then back up, moaning passionately as part of her act. It felt odd to her and she couldn’t quiet explain the strange sensations that she was suddenly feeling.
With his hands on Karen’s warm, smooth, surprisingly tight stomach, Dave slid his digits down to her inner thighs. The actress spread her legs wide, surprisingly wide. Wide enough that they were stretched straight out to her sides allowing the doctor to stroke her legs from her knees to where her groin was barely covered by her shorts and unintentionally exposing herself to the now forgotten Dr. Smolder Bravestone.
Above Smolder Braveston his dialogue box typed out “…” as he stared unblinking at Ruby Roundhouse’s erotic Lap Dance fight.
Without leaving Dr. Dave Davidson’s lap, Ruby swung one long leg completely over his body until she was facing him again but now straddling his lap. See peered at him with fire in her eyes and her ragged breath escaping through her parted lips, her body responding with need for the malicious doctor.
“Sweet baby Jesus,” Dave gasped. His hands were now resting on Karen’s lower back and her hands were now resting on his shoulders. Unable to hear the strange synth music she still moved her body in time to it, grinding herself down onto his throbbing prick and moaning lustfully. He threw his head back and groaned in pleasure until he saw the dialogue boxes over their heads. Every grunt and groan had been typed out and was floating above their heads. Oddly enough to Dave it felt strangely like someone was spying on them. Not that it would have killed his mood any even if there had been.
Completely forgotten across the room, Dr. Smolder Bravestone watched helplessly.
Above Karen’s head, Dave watched new text typed out in her dialogue box: Ruby begins to respond to Dr. Dave Davidson’s hands. “Shit!” he muttered to himself. He was supposed to be seducing her with his hands but had completely forgotten about it after being distracted by all the reading. “Stupid words,” he grumbled to himself as he slid his hands down and cupped Karen’s thrusting buttocks. Her ass was incredibly tight as he squeezed her and slipped his fingers between her legs. He caressed the juncture of her thighs and she groaned out lustfully which caused him to look up and read her groans typed out above her head.
Dave peeked out from around Karen’s wiggling body and remembered about his other guest chained up across the room. “That’s right, Rock, I got Karen and you don’t?” he grumbled quietly before nuzzling his face in Karen’s cleavage. She groaned in pleasure above him, all pretense to dancing gone as she dry-humped him. She thrust her chest against his face hard enough to bend his nose and caused him to grunt in pain but Dave didn’t care.
Running his hands from Karen’s thrusting ass up her back, Dave nuzzled deeper down her cleavage, his chin pulling her top down her chest while his hands pulled it up her back. His hands were stronger than his face and the wine red top snapped up against his nose as he pulled it up. The sexy, thrusting, horny actress grabbed the bottom of her barely there anyway top and pulled it off revealing her sports bra with even less coverage than her top. Dave ran his hands to her chest and pressed her small, firm breasts against the sides of his face as he licked her flush skin with all the enthusiasm of a puppy.
“Ruby. Ruby!” Smolder whispered, “What are you doing?”
Ruby looked over her shoulder at her bound friend. “I… I’m sorry,” she groaned pitifully without bothering to whisper, “I just can’t help myself.” Raising her over-heated body, the red haired adventurer unfastened her pants and let the evil doctor pull them down her long legs to reveal her matching sports thong. The strap sank between her taunt cheeks and Dr. Davidson squeezed her ass before his strong manly hands spun her around facing away from him. “There’s just something about his strong, animal magnetism that I can’t resist,” she groaned out, “He’s just soooo commanding and dominant to me.”
As Dave read the words he had written specifically he decided that they had actually come out better than he thought they would have. “Ha! Fuck you, Dwayne!” he thought before plunging his grinning face between Karen’s ass-cheeks, “I’ll show you who has the real ‘Rock’.”
Yanking Karen back down into his lap, Dave opened her legs as wide as they would go. He had pulled her small, firm tits up over the top of her sports bra to expose her hard nipples and her matching underwear were pulled snug over her heated pussy leaving her with only her jungle boots still on. The horny actress immediately began grinding against his straining prick and despite having a horny, nearly naked former model in his hands, Dave only had eyes for The Rock.
Dave’s eyes took in the ridiculously ripped body of Dwayne “The Rock” Johnson as he strained against his chains. The far less ripped or talented Dave slid one hand up to fondle one of Karen’s firm tits while his other hand slid down her sweat slick body to squeeze her hot cunt. Her juices stained her thong as she rocked herself against his prick and his hand, humping and grinding against him as he tweaked her hard nipples. The sexy actress mouthed words to her comrade that appeared above her head: I’m so sorry. When Dave read the text dialogue he laughed out in vindictive pleasure while Karen groaned in lust.
Ruby gasped out as the malicious Dr. Dave Davidson slipped his hands inside of her sex soaked thong. His finger quickly slipped inside of her desperately empty hole and his thumb quickly found her sizzling clit. She didn’t see the dialogue box above the doctor’s head type out: Dr. Dave Davidson has found the clitoris +10 Achievement! She couldn’t explain why she was acting this way or why she couldn’t resist the evil doctor’s sex appeal. All she knew was that for the first time in her life she felt like a real woman.
Dave read his dialogue box and grunted in pride as his thrust his prick against Karen’s taunt ass and a second finger into her drooling hole: Dr. Dave Davidson makes Ruby Roundhouse feel like a real woman +5 Charisma! “Fuck yea!” he cried out before turning his attention back to his other captive, “Take that, The Rock!”
Thrusting himself excitedly against Karen’s tight ass, Dave slid his two fingers as deep as he could into her hot, dripping cunt, probing her. His fingers wiggled around as he searched but no matter where he probed her no new text appeared in his dialogue. “Dammit,” he muttered to himself as the actress’s eyes shot open and she squealed in glee. “Where is that stupid G-spot,” he grumbled as Karen flopped back and forth in his lap. He finally stopped searching and used his other fingers to pinch and roll her hard nipple while he strummed her clit.
Dave barely paid attention to the shivering actress cumming on his fingers. Instead all of his attention was fixed in the dialogue box above him which read: Dr. Dave Davidson has made Ruby orgasm +15 Dexterity. “Fuck yeah!” he shouted out, releasing Karen’s tit to pump his fist in the air before turning his attention to his other captive. “Take that, The Rock!” he shouted in victory.
Yanking Karen’s top up off her body to reveal her small, firm tits, Dave then shoved her off of his lap and fought furiously to undo his pants. He quickly yanked them down to his ankles, his proud prick bobbing in the air, before grabbing Karen’s thong and yanking it down as well. With the naked, horny actress completely naked except for her hiking boots, he grabbed her hips and held her still as he plunged his face between her smooth, tight cheeks.
“Yessss- s- s- s-!” Ruby cried out in lust at Dr. Davidson’s tongue suddenly probed her gushing cunt. Her legs went wobbly as he plunged himself quickly in and out of her, her knees weak as her trembling hands came up and squeezed her tits.
Spinning Karen back around, Dave reclined in his chair and leaned back, presenting his hard cock to the gasping woman. “I think you know what to do with this, Miss Roundhouse,” he chuckled.
Ruby gratefully fell to her knees between the doctor’s legs. “I don’t know what it is but I just can’t resist your manliness,” she gasped in lust as her hands wrapped around Dr. Davidson’s wonderful dick.
“You hear that, Dwayne?” Dave called out to the other actor, “She can’t resist my manliness!”
Groaning in appreciation, Ruby eagerly began jacking on the doctor’s cock as she leaned forward. She lovingly licked up one side of the beautiful shaft and twirled her moist tongue around the top before licking back down the other side. Keeping one hand working on the throbbing pole she carefully lifted his heavy balls up and licked his sack until it was gleaming with her saliva before licking up the underside of his prick. She took his cock-head between her lips, kissing it lightly before tasting it with her tongue and then running her mouth down the top of his pole. She sucked one of his firm balls into her mouth, massaging it before switching to the other orb.
“Ohfuckjesus!” Dave gasped out. He didn’t know if her oral talents were because of the program or if it was Summer-Gram extrapolating what Karen Gillan was capable of but the actress’s skill was unbelievable. His hips jerked wildly under her talents as she made passionate love to his cock with her mouth and he had to keep a hold of the seat of the chair to keep control of his lower body and stop himself from launching off of it and onto the floor.
Ruby softly cupped Dr. Davidson’s cock in one hand and his balls in the other as she nuzzled and ran her soft, smooth cheek up his rigid pole. Then she nuzzled his sack before sliding her nose up the bottom of his shaft until her moist lips met his soft tip. She kissed his prick with all the passion she would kiss a man’s mouth before her lips parted and sucked the doctor’s cock-head into her warm, welcoming mouth. Her tongue greeted him before she slipped another inch of him inside of her, massaging him as she moaned out in lust around him.
Dave stared down at Karen, his eyes wide in astonishment and his mouth open in shock at her skills. A small stream of drool escaped from the corner of his mouth in dumb wonder. He didn’t even notice the dialogue box above the actress’s head type out: Ruby Has Unlocked achievement: Oral Queen +100 Exp.
Moaning as she worked, Ruby slowly took in more and more of the doctor’s cock. She moved slowly letting the tip rub against the inside of her check as she massaged it with her dexterous tongue. She breathed deep through her nose as she slid her hands off of his cock and balls to brace them against his lower torso. Her lips slid wetly down his shaft as she took deeper breaths until her air was finally cut off. She continued sucking him down more with the air she had left until his spongy tip slid into her throat and her nose was buried in his pubic hair. She held herself still for a moment before forcefully rubbing her tongue along the bottom of his shaft and swallowing around his cock-head.
“Fuck!” Dave cried out as he suddenly exploded. His thick cum violently shot out of his cock like a geyser and Karen dutifully swallowed every drop, her tightly clutching throat rippling along his cock. His entire lower body shivered and vibrated, his left leg kicking out involuntarily with the force of his orgasm. Above him his dialogue box typed out: Dr. Dave Davidson Has Found God +10 Enlightenment.
When the last of the doctor’s cum had slid down her throat, Ruby pulled her face back enough to be able to breath through her nose again. As Dr. Davidson’s prick started to soften she kept him in her mouth as she moved one hand back to the base of his cock and the other one to cup his balls. She began to suck more firmly on him, bobbing her head up and down in his lap as she jerked off his base and juggled his balls. His dick began to stiffen up again as she worked him until he was hard once again. She heard him panting and moaning above her and pulled her mouth away from him and looked up at him with pleading, needful eyes. “Fuck me, doctor?” she begged, “Fuck me and make me feel like a real woman.”
Dave stared down at Karen with astonishment. “Sure,” he mumbled, his mind still reeling from her amazing blow-job. She released him and stood up, straddling his lap and he reached up with weak arms to place his limp hands on her hips. He groaned weakly as she grabbed the base of his cock and gave him a couple of enthusiastic tugs as she began lowering herself down. She gave a throaty moan and then a satisfied chuckle as she rubbed the sensitive top of his prick against the entrance to her dripping hole. He moaned next as his cock head slipped inside of the horny actress and she took another inch of him before releasing his pole.
“You feel soooo good, Dr. Davidson,” Ruby groaned in lust as she began lowering her flushed body down the evil villain’s dick.
“Yeah, thanks,” Dave said as he tried to gather his wits. Amazing blow-job or not he was about to get fucked by Karen Gillan and he needed to be at the top of his game. He slid his hands from her hips to her ass and gripped her as tight as he could while bending forward and latching onto one of her tits. He sucked hungrily at her small breast with all the abandon of a hungry calf before sliding his mouth across her chest to her other warm tit. She groaned out louder as she took more and more of his dick into her tight, gripping cunt until she had enveloped him totally and was sitting in his lap. She squirmed around a bit to get used to the feel off him inside of her body as he switched tits again, his strange rivalry with The Rock forgotten as he simple enjoyed the feel of the hot starlet wrapped around his cock.
Ruby used her lower muscles to squeeze Dr. Davidson’s cock causing him to squirm underneath her. “You’re everything I never knew I wanted in a man,” she groaned lustfully as she squeezed him again, working his cock with her pussy without even having to move. He groaned out which made her smile in satisfaction as she placed her hands on his shoulders. She rolled her hips and began fucking him slowly as she arched her back to thrust her chest more firmly against his sucking mouth.
Dave’s hands slid from Karen’s sensuously rolling ass to her graceful back to her heaving chest and back again as she slowly began riding him. His mouth went from one warm breast to the other then her swan-like neck and the back down. It seemed like there was to much of her and not enough of him, he wanted to touch and taste her everywhere all at once. His hands went from her ass down to her slender thighs as he began rocking his hips up to meet the roll of her own hips. Above him his dialogue box typed: Dr. Dave Davidson Begins To Respond: +5 Participation.
“Yea, yes, yes…” Ruby groaned as she rolled her hips faster, “Show me what a real man can do.”
“I’m… I’m trying,” Dave panted out as Karen began picking up speed. Her tight cunt was gliding up and down his shaft as she rolled her long, lean body back and forth, grinding her lower torso against his with every rock and thrust, her hip bones smashing painfully against his. As she fucked him harder and faster he began to wonder if any of the sci-fi movies were true and if injuries he picked up in the VR would be reflected in the outside world. How would he explain a broken pelvis to his boss?
“Yes, yes, yes…” Karen chanted above him as Dave chanted, “Ow, ow, ow…” The horny actress’s hips were a blur as she slipped up and down his shaft while rolling her hips and undulating her upper body, her red hair whipping back and forth with her fingers digging into his shoulders. Even in porn he had never seen such an enthusiastic fuck. Karen was a dynamo on his lap and the pain felt like it was killing him while the bamboo chair sounded like it was about to break and he wasn’t even sure that bamboo could break. Once again he found himself wondering if Karen Gillan was actually this wild at sex or if this was just part of the program but all he could do right now was hold on for dear life.
“Yes, yes, YESSSS…!” Ruby cried out as she came. She slammed herself against the doctor’s lap and ground her clit against his lower torso as her orgasm ripped through her. Her entire body shivered and shook as her slick juices gushed from her spasming cunt and she squealed in delight until she collapsed against Dr. Davidson’s body.
Karen’s cunt squeezed Dave’s cock almost as painfully as her hip crushing thrusts had done. Her pussy rippled around him like a milking fist and he erupted inside of her, filling her magical cunt with his thick seed. She had her arms limply around his neck and her head nuzzling his shoulder as they both rode out their orgasms. And then he saw the forgotten other person in the room.
“Fuck you, Rock,” Dave gasped out as he flipped Dwayne the bird. Above him his text box read: Dr. Dave Davidson Suffers Inferiority Complex Against Fictional Character: -5 Mental Stability.
And then the world went red.
When his vision cleared, Dave was back on his couch. He absent-mindedly patted his lower torso looking for bruises but found that he was A-Ok. “I am really getting the hang of this,” he said gleefully before getting to his feet.
“If you’d like I can tell you the rest of my hacking features…” Summer-Gram began before Dave cut her off.
“No time for your alien-speak,” Dave said as he rushed to his bedroom, “I’ve for to get ready for work.”
“But by using my network connection to your world wide web I can easily deposit…” she started again before Dave once again cut her off.
“Crap! Look at the time,” Dave shouted, “Why did you leave me in there so long? I’m gonna be late for work!” He dashed out of his bedroom, his work clothes nearly buttoned all the way.
“I can also function with a pre-set alarm to stop your VR if…” Summer-Gram tried to explain before Dave once again interrupted her.
“No time for your techno-words. I have to get to work,” he said before running full bore out of his apartment and forgetting to lock his door.
Summer-Gram stood fuming as much as an alien hologram could. “Out of all the production models they could have given him it had to be me,” she grumbled.