As one of my favourite authors I was somewhat disappointed with this book. Quite complicated and over long
4/5- JBC
Product Type:
EBook
Price:
$9.95
Published by:
Fiction4All
No. words:
98687
Categories:
Sado-Masochism (SM)
SciFi and Fantasy BDSM/Bondage Sex Slave Training
Setting:
Future/Different World
Published
7 / 2010
AVAILABLE FORMATS: PALM (PDB) Mobi (MOBI) MSWord (DOC) PDF MSReader (LIT) Text RTF EPUB Sony Reader (LRF)
SYNOPSIS
In the near future, electronic gaming is indistinguishable from real life, and has absorbed TV, film and porn making into a single industry.
Rebecca and Sasha are sword wielding, world champion professional players and the idol of billions – including one very special s&m loving hacker.
Suddenly the two girls find themselves trapped in a hacked game in which they can really die, and turned into virtual sex slaves. Unhampered by the limitations of real life, they are subjected to unlimited punishment and adventure.
They have to find a way to escape or die – or become SMGamers.
EXTRACT
Extract One-
The last Orc arched back in a spray of green blood as one of the blades of Rebecca's
double bladed staff slashed through its thick scaly throat, the blade and staff moving so
fast that it was just a propeller-like silver and black blur. It's heavy, faintly
reptilian and armour covered body crashed to the ground as she flicked the blood off of
her blade with a practised movement of her wrist before retracting the blades into the
body of the staff with a dramatic flourish. Four short, claw-like blades evenly spaced
around each end of the staff meant that it was still an extremely deadly weapon even with
the main blades sheathed. She did a quick check to make sure that she didn't have any
injuries. In the heat of combat it was common not to feel fairly severe wounds, especially
due to her extremely high hit points, and it would be embarrassing to discover that she
was leaking a trail of health points like a newbie.
Extract Two
This greatly intensified the sensations shooting like fiery sparks from her clit, and
Rebecca's fingernails scrabbled at the counter top as if she were trying to ease an
itch. It was also extremely titillating, and her hips made small jerking motions in an
uncontrollable response. However, the steady friction of the birch against her clit soon
became irritating, and then achingly uncomfortable. She mewled softly as he increased the
force he was using, almost slapping at her clit over and over, and it became distinctly
painful, in a sore, aching kind of way. Her clit grew even more rigid, as if it was
determined to be punished by the slapping twig. No one had ever treated her clit like this
before, nor had she ever considered allowing anyone to do so. The closest she had ever
come was when a lover forgot to shave before giving her head, and she would normally put
an end to such irritation very quickly. Instead, here she was actually offering her clit
for mistreatment, and it was strangely exciting. She had always been stimulated by
challenges, no matter how strange or dangerous, and the threat of pain had never deterred
her. The challenge of keeping her clit outstretched, almost daring this unknown man to
hurt it, actually felt good. It made her feel alive. She refused to be beaten by the fear
of pain or her natural desire to protect that most sensitive part of her body.
Krato decided to stop teasing her clit and lifted the birch twig and attempted to smack
her clit with it. The slim tip of the birch was too thin and whippy to allow the degree of
accuracy required, so he tossed it aside and selected three fresh twigs that were
relatively straight at their tips. Holding them tightly together, he took aim and gave her
reddened clit a brisk smack.
This definitely stung, but still nowhere as bad as being cut by a serrated Orc sabre or
hit by a quarterstaff. However, the nature of the sensation was totally different, and she
didn't usually stand still to be slashed or hit by her opponents. The birch twigs
struck again, slapping accurately against her clit and making her jump and her entire
pussy twitch and pulse.
"Nice?" Krato asked teasingly.
"It's … interesting," she replied honestly. In fact, she was somewhat
disturbed by the fact that she didn't feel the urge to flinch when he smacked her
clit again. It felt as if her clit was reaching out towards the punishing twigs and asking
for more. Then he began to smack her clit in earnest with the trio of twigs, the hard
birch buds biting sharply at her clit and the delicate surrounding tissues, and she
strained to keep still and to accept the pain that shot through her clit like electric
shocks. "Ow! That's starting to hurt. The buds on the birches sting, and
they're making my clit really sore. Pull the skin tighter, Sasha, that's it -
force my clit up and out. Make it really hurt when he smacks it with the birch." As
always, the knowledge that it was only her SIBR body that was being injured made her
reckless, and not even their new found fear of death could change that. She had always
been a sensation junkie, and the sharper and more intense sensations of this hacked game
only made it more challenging.
V. W. Singer has been publishing his own unique brand of sadistic (not BDSM) stories on the web since 1999. A full time author, he thinks of himself as a Gentleman Sadist with a preference for pussy torture. While he enjoys flogging and torturing women as much as any other sadist, he has never understood why they the female characters had to be servile, pathetic masochists, nor why the settings so extremely stereotyped. So if you like the idea of women who don't need to be tied up to be whipped, and conversations that do not have words like 'slut', 'whore' and 'fuck meat' in every other sentence, give his world a try. You may never want to leave. Polite comments or questions about his novels are always welcome (vws@vwsinger.com).