To Snatch a Thief

by Randi Holiday and Ryan Andrews

Jane falls onto the game world and offends a group of sexist, tool worshiping zealots. She's dragged off to the stocks and soon discovers that even in video games, being whipped hurts like hell. A nearby thief with a score to settle will rescue the damsel in distress and he's happy to accept her voluptuous body as payment.

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The librarian, Jane Holden, is a lusty divorcée and all of her life, she's fantasized about rough, kinky sex, bondage, and dubious consent. When she's transported into her son's video games, the game characters are sadistic as hell and satisfyingly brutal enough to quench her lusty desires. Their tastes are a perfect match for hers and no matter how rough things get in the gaming world, she is always returned home sexually satisfied, exhausted and physically unharmed.

Chapter 1

Sunlight streamed through her window, and the golden rays illuminated the framed game inserts on her bedside table perfectly. Jane rolled over and smiled at her collection, remembering Joe, the cowboy gunslinger and his guitar.

She'd enjoyed his company so much that she almost felt like she was cheating on Damian, the half cyborg framed in the next picture over. With a grin, Jane decided to use that thought for a little fantasy later, and filed it away to bring back when her little pink vibrator was nestled firmly against her clit.

Unfortunately, her mission to return to Damien was now delayed until she got his video game back, but the two of them had really hit it off. In fact, they'd gotten along so well that she was going to somehow figure out how to keep him, even if it killed her.

The night before, she'd traveled into a gunslinger video game and Joe rescued her just before a gang of outlaws used a branding iron on her. Jane had been through a lot in the games, and had all kinds of crazy sex, complete with adrenaline rushes, but being branded like a cow wasn't something she cared to live through.

She yawned and went to stretch, suddenly realizing that her arms were stuck. The golden glow of the sun began to dim and her body froze as the curtains slid closed very slowly. Her heart rate shot through the roof and she kicked the blankets off to see what was wrapped around her. It felt like arms, but without the give of flesh and blood. A small beard tickled her shoulder as the arms tightened and a quiet voice, raspy from a rebuilt throat, spoke, “Okay… So I've got to be dreaming but… Jane, is that you?” Damien nuzzled against her neck briefly, breathing in her warm, arousing scent before turning her to face him, arms never slacking their hold.

Her fear instantly turned to elation as she looked down at him. She kissed him with more happiness and enthusiasm than she’d ever shown, savoring his lips under hers and the feel of his devilish beard scratching her skin. It seemed like months, even years, since she’d seen him. However, it was only two weeks and now he was somehow in her bed. “This must be a dream,” she muttered, her lips trailing over his cheek to bury her face in his neck. “You remembered me,” she said, kissing her way up to his ear.

She pulled back to look at him. “I tried to come back to you,” she explained, unable to stop the quick glance at the cowboy’s photo beside his. If she had the use of her hands, she’d probably do a head slap for putting it there. Now that Damien was with her again, all the extreme feelings flooded back, both emotional and physical, and she realized there’d be no replacing him.

“Of course I remembered you,” he teased, flicking her nose with one metal finger. “You're a hard act to follow. Even six months later I remember you.” He kissed her hard, hugging her tighter.

“I may have a few new scars but my functionality is still there, even if I don't know where I am. This isn't my room, and this doesn't sound like my city… I can't connect to anything except some basic wi-fi, no network, where am I?” Damien's voice was growing unsure while his arms were taking advantage of Jane's presence as the one thing he recognized. “You said you were in a dream… am I in your waking?”

She lazily snuggled up to his big body, loving everything about him, even the feel of his metal parts against her soft skin. "You're in my bedroom, in my world. It's only been two weeks since I visited you, though. I couldn't get you out of my head. I know this has to be a dream, but I want you to stay," she said, unable to get close enough, even though she was flat against him.

Damien grunted slightly as he felt his thick cock pressing against her soft curves, the smooth warmth of her mound yielding before him. “I need to be closer,” he half teased, pushing forward so the head popped into the wet heat between her legs. “This may be a dream but I've never dreamt anything as real as you. I'm going to say it's some kind of tech gone wrong… I've dealt with that before.”

He indicated some scars on his chest, one from a robotic hand and another more like a bite-mark. “Still, we can forget that in favor of us, can't we?” The man smiled as he began to thrust, taking Jane slowly and deeply in the cosy feel of the morning.

Her worry at the sight of all his scars was quickly pushed aside as he filled her perfectly with his thick cock. A moan escaped her open mouth that was pressed against his neck, and her legs spread wider as she ground her body down and around on him. It was perfect, in fact, everything about him was completely perfect… even his enhancements.

Damien moved her mouth to his ear, ensuring that he could hear and savor every noise she made, one strong hand tangled in her unruly hair. He pumped into Jane forcefully, nearly withdrawing before ramming back fully inside. A smirk played over his lips as he turned on the vibration at its lowest setting, “You've not forgotten this, have you?”

"I've fantasized about it—" she gasped as his vibrating cock hit that extra special place inside her "—every night, Damian." Just as she remembered, his thrusting was tantalizingly rough as his mechanical arms squeezed her tighter.

The vibration accelerated her pleasure, making her writhe as he pumped hard and fierce. Against his ear, the moans escaping her more closely resembled purring as she began to lose her little remaining control.

Taking his cue from Jane's uncontrolled gasps, Damien sped up until he was hammering against the woman, driving her into the mattress with each thrust. His arms squeezed her body, a new app delivering tiny electric shocks, just enough to make her tingle at his touch. “There's my girl,” he grunted, losing himself in the sensations, “now cum for me!” He turned the vibration up to full and closed his eyes, focusing on the feel of her tight cunt on his shaft and trying to hold his orgasm back to hit simultaneously with hers.

Jane wrapped her long legs around his hips and arched her back as the shocks sent her into a quivering orgasm. She was soon squirming with abandon as she came. "Oh, my god, Damien!"

“Never wanted to be a god,” he grunted jokingly as the powerful waves of climax pulsed through him. His muscles tensed, cock throbbing as his cum filled Jane. “Wouldn't mind being your man though,” he managed to say as the thrusting slowed. “Even if I don't know why or how I'm here.”

"I don't understand it either, but if this is a dream, I don't want to wake up," she said, smiling as her hands ran over his back. "I want to keep you so bad that it almost hurts," she said digging her nails into him.

As he throbbed inside her, she savored every second of having him with her again. Finally her breath calmed, yet she kept her legs wrapped around him, not wanting to let him go. Ever. She kept ahold of him and his weight felt perfect on top of her.

His strong arms caressed her back and sides as they lay together, his breathing deep and almost mechanically regular. Damien flexed gently, testing his connections and sensors almost out of instinct now. “I think I could get used to this. No one's tried to kill me yet here, bit of a change.”

The world he came from was so different. It was dangerous, and he had the scars and mechanical body parts to prove it. She worried that something would happen to him before she figured things out.

"I'm going to find a way to bring you back with me. Remember when I fell through your ceiling? I'm going to do that again, but my son loaned your game to his friend," she explained, forgetting he'd have no clue what she was going on about. "I even sleepwalked trying to get it back. A cop brought me home."

Damien nodded, “I have absolutely no idea what you're on about but I trust you. If there's a way, I know you can find it, love. Shall we see if there's any good booze in your kitchen though?” He chuckled and kissed her, “Or a good cup of coffee… you do have whisky and coffee here I hope?”

She grinned up at him and nodded. “I'll make you a hot toddy, and while the water is heating up,” her face brightened at the excellent idea that just occurred to her. She grabbed his face to kiss him nice and deep, “Maybe you can bend me over the kitchen table?”

“I'd love to,” Damien growled with a cheerful grin. He turned her away and gave her ass a cheeky spank. “Come on, let's get a move on and start the day as we mean to go on!” He yawned hugely behind her and heaved himself out of bed, but never hit the floor. The lights flickered suddenly, sparks cascading from the bedside lamp as the bulb blew, then he was gone without a trace, bar the dent in the pillow, smell in the air and cum in Jane.

Her eyes flew open and she cried out in dismay to find that it had been a dream. Her eyes filled with tears, and she took a deep, calming breath that didn't really work. Her bedroom curtains were held back with the cowboy’s rope, and the sight of it reminded her that she could bring things back from the games.

She rolled over and noticed the pillow where Damien's head had rested. It looked like he'd actually been there, but that was impossible. However, going into video games wasn't really possible either, and she did that all the time. She snatched the pillow up and held it to her nose, and as she smelled his familiar scent her heart raced.

She sat up and felt the cum leak out of her onto the bed as she hugged his pillow. What was he doing right now? Had he fallen through his ceiling, or woke up in an empty bed like she had? There were so many unanswered questions and she was going to get to the bottom of things.

Unfortunately, she had to go to work first, but when she came home later that night she was going into a video game to get some answers.

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A little later, Jane stood at the checkout desk thinking about Damien. She’d been distracted all day, and it was almost time to go home. She told Zack to get that game back and she hoped he'd done it.

As she imagined appearing in Damien's apartment that evening she felt a hand glide up the inside of her thigh and yelped in surprise, spinning to find her boss had scooted up behind her in his office chair.

It seriously pissed her off, because she wasn't interested in being groped by the lecherous man one bit. He grinned and stood, reaching for her generous bosom.

Jane swatted his hand away and glared. "This is real life! If I want that kind of treatment, I'll go home and play video games!" she shouted, her voice echoing through the quiet library. Before he could speak, Jane decided to do just that and grabbed her purse then stormed out.

At home, Her teenage son's car was in the driveway, so entering a game was out, but maybe he'd brought back Damian's game. She walked in to find Zack in her room staring at her nightstand.

"Mom? Why do you have my game inserts framed beside your bed?" Zack asked, looking worried.

"Baby, I told you I'm into gaming now. These are my favorites, " she explained, hoping he'd let it drop.

"But...you don't even play them, mom. Being a gamer doesn't mean you frame the covers. You're really starting to worry me since dad left. Jesus, go to a bar like the other moms, " he said, waving the two empty cases at her. When she stared blankly, he added, "I want my inserts back and I'm staying over at Brad's house tonight."

She hated to lose her pictures and frowned as he took his game inserts back. Jane pointed to the one that pictured the half-cyborg on the cover. "Well, while you're there get Damien's game back for me." She glanced at the empty case she'd retrieved from his friend's house while sleepwalking.

"Hey, listen to this, Brad woke up yesterday and his front door was open. Now he can't find my game case, but the disc was in the console, so the thief didn't get it."

Jane tried not to look guilty. "Well, my goodness. Damn that thief, trying to steal my favorite game. Well, you have a nice time and make sure the doors are locked before you doze off. Oh, and leave your new controller here...I need to practice my skills."

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