Built
Built
by Grace Vilmont
copyright 2014 Green Bush Publishing
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The characters and events portrayed in this work are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Contains adult material that might not be suitable for all audiences. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. This work is a fantasy; in your own life be sure to follow safer sex practices.
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What else is love but understanding and rejoicing in the fact that another person lives, acts, and experiences otherwise than we do…?
—Nietzsche
1.
Sophie walked through the club aloof and unfeeling. She was unaccompanied and proud of it. As a single woman she didn’t feel the need—like so many other women—to constantly have a man by her side, even in a sex club. Especially in a sex club. Though nominally the club and its ilk were open to the adult public full membership was only extended to male-female couples. With the one exception of single women who met a certain level of beauty and willingness to participate in the kinkier aspects of modern society.
As it happened Sophie met both criteria.
Those in attendance at the club were from a select slice of society, not the richest and certainly not the poorest. They were the hardworking professionals that kept their technology-bound world functioning. The upper echelons of society would never deign to go to something as mean as a semi-private sex club; they had their own clubs for such purposes. And certainly the lower rungs of society would never be admitted—they either didn’t have the education or money to join. While Sophie wasn’t a member of the uber-rich she rubbed elbows with them on a regular basis and had been invited—and attended—their clubs on more than one occasion, but she preferred to be with her own type where she was most comfortable.
Walking through the interconnected rooms Sophie took in all the activities. She wasn’t in a hurry to make a decision as to what she was going to do this evening. There was a group in one of the common rooms surrounding a VR deck. It was a standard deck with eight cables extending outward from the purple oblong main console giving this particular model the nickname of “the squid”. Each cable was plugged into a port above and slightly behind each participant’s right ear. There were seven people currently connected to the squid, four men and three women. They were all lying down on low couches, heads on small pillows, their expressions blank, their faces slack, mouths slightly open with tongues slightly protruding, their eyes were open but unfocused. The group might have been dead except for the steady rise and fall of their chests. All were naked though that was hardly necessary, none of the action that was taking place was actually physical. They were all in a virtual world created and moderated by the man sitting next to the squid.
Large dildos had been inserted into the three women; each dildo was held in place by stretchable straps so they wouldn’t inadvertently be ejected if the body spasmed or had an uncontrolled seizure. These devices weren’t just common sex toys. The dildos were wired to the squid. Similar devices were strapped to the men’s hips with their erect cocks inserted into the long plastiscene-silicone tubes. Again, these devices weren’t strictly necessary but most who used these VR consoles found that they enhanced the experience. Sophie had seen the external devices taken to an extreme where the participants would be in full-body plastiscene suits to stimulate every nerve ending in the person’s body, but focused on the nipples, genitals, and anus…and any other body part the player had a fetish for. She found that a bit silly. The cable plugged into their cranium port provided more than enough stimulation to the body’s nerves. The buzzing and humming coming from the sleeves and dildos added to the experience but weren’t necessary.
“Care to play?” the squid’s operator asked her. “We need a fourth woman. ...