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( | "Alright, I'm back. What did I . . . oh, what's this now?" You nearly jump out of your skin as you hear Loki's voice from just outside the tub having just walked through the wall. "Well then," he continues with a grin, "I guess you've been busy." | ||
"Dude! Can't a guy get some privacy," you say as you are trapped under Trish's frozen body. | |||
"Don't mind me," he says in a joking manner, "please do continue." The Norse god seems thoroughly amused, more so than you've ever seen him. Whether his amusement stems from the situation itself or from your embarrassment from the situation, you can't tell, but he is obviously laughing his ass off internally. | |||
"She's frozen in time! And I'm trapped under her! How am I supposed to continue?" | |||
Loki laughs. "Doesn't stop anyone else," he comments, "the hack is actually designed so that you can have sex with time stopped. Although I guess you're right, not as much fun. So want else did I miss?" | |||
"Ahgh!" You groan, forcing yourself to calm down as the time-frozen woman's warm and wet vagina still grips you even with time stopped. He's right, you probably could continue to get off with time stopped like this. That's not important now though. "You've only been gone for, like, four hours or so," you say. | |||
"Well, it's only been a few minutes for me," he says casually as he pulls a chair out of nowhere and sits next to you at the table. "I had to use the can." | |||
"Dude," you say, "TMI!" | |||
"What, I wasn't graphic about it." He says with a grin. "And besides, it doesn't look like you have much room to complain in that department," he casts his gaze over Trish and up to where Danica is huddled in the corner as his amused grin becomes somewhat suggestive in an irritatingly teasing manner. "So, what ELSE have you been up to? Hold on, let me just take a look . . . " He pulls a rubber duck from nowhere and starts looking through the menu. He selects a mod called Statistics Mod from the Life Controller menu, then motions towards you without actually touching you. You are suddenly outlined in the same manner as when you selected yourself earlier, but the glow is red instead of a yellow-gold. Loki flips through several screens relaying various information about you, your family, and your environment. "MmHmm," he says. "Okaay. Yeah. Alriight." From his expression, you can tell he is somehow dissatisfied. "Well," he finally says while he closes out the interface, "playing it safe or something?" | |||
"What the hell do you mean?" you ask, flopping your head and shoulders back against the back of the tub as far and in as relaxing a position as can be managed under the circumstances. | |||
"You've barely touched your Lifie Mod from the look of it." | |||
"It's only been four hours!" you reply, barely able to cloak the irritation in your voice as you defend yourself from his apparent accusation, it is really getting to you how he can just be so business as usual while you have your dick in a woman who has been reduced to little more than a sex doll by his time-freeze. "And besides," you continue, "using the thing isn't exactly inconspicuous." | |||
"Well," says Loki, "I can see that being a problem. Hmmm . . . I guess I can try to work on a way to enable you to engage Privacy Mode. It might take a while though. If I go that route, I should probably do it in here; otherwise it would be years of your time before you had it." | |||
"What's privacy mode?" you ask with a sigh, finally starting to adjust to the idea that this guy is just going to be like this. He is your benefactor after all, you would never be in this position if it weren't for him. Guess it probably wouldn't do to be ingrateful, so you suppose you will just get what information from him you can. | |||
"Oh, it's kind of like . . . how to explain this. It's sort of like being invisible when you take certain types of actions, but having an AI hologram of yourself acting normally for everyone else to see." | |||
"That's great and all, but maybe you could just let me stop time, like you did here?" | |||
"I'm not sure you're ready for another module quite yet," he says as he rubs his chin, "then again, that would stop me from being tied to the game for an annoyingly vague period of time while I worked on your code. And it would be an immediate solution. Then again, if you aren't careful it could gather a lot of unwanted attention . . . decisions, decisions." | |||
He seems to be genuinely conflicted over what to do. There seems to be an opportunity for you to influence his decision . . . but in what direction? | |||
'''So what will it be?''' | |||
*[[Life Hacks/Try to get privacy mode(Wells House/Danica/Trish/WldFuck)|Try to get privacy mode]] | |||
*[[Life Hacks/Try to get a new module(Wells House/Danica/Trish/WldFuck)|Try to get a new module]] | |||
*[[Life Hacks/You have some questions first(Wells House/Danica/Trish/WldFuck)|You have some questions first]] | |||
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|equip=Nerdy clothes, smartwatch, pocket protector | |equip=Nerdy clothes, smartwatch, pocket protector | ||
|items=Life Controller Duck, assorted pencils and pens, smartphone, wallet, learner's permit, $35 US Currency | |items=Life Controller Duck, assorted pencils and pens, smartphone, wallet, learner's permit, $35 US Currency | ||
|pp= | |pp=3962 | ||
|tally=<br> | |tally=<br> | ||
Sex with Trish; results delayed | |||
|perks=None | |perks=None | ||
|notes=20/8 vision, improved night vision, skilled in almost everything | |notes=20/8 vision, improved night vision, skilled in almost everything | ||
Latest revision as of 01:00, 30 March 2017
Oh yeah! You are ready to make good on your promise. You want to scare Danica with how irrational her mother is going to start babbling. You begin kissing her neck and circling her clit again. You begin pressing hard into her pubic region, stimulating her g-spot from the outside and inside at the same time, you continue your assault upon her breasts. This is no longer about your sexual performance, it is a lot closer to you trying to get the high-score in a game in order to have the sense of achievement rather than the purely sexual side of it. You want this woman writhing in incoherent pleasure, and in all your efforts you are playing her like a musical instrument.
“OOOOHHHH!” she moans as you increase your intensity, “Oh my GOD you’re good! Oh yeah! Oh yeah!” She all but yells as she begins rythmically shifting her hips up and down on your dick, pressing her groin and breasts as hard as she can into your hands, leaning herself back against your body, seeking your contact at every turn. Emboldened by your success, you simply raise the intensity again. You press your face into her neck, licking and kissing, and then you begin nibbling at her ear-lobe and the stimulation from your little nip seems to drive her absolutely insane.
“Oh my…. AAAAHHHH!!!” She yells as she squirms and twitches on top of you.
“Mommy?” Danica whimpers, her lip quivering in fear and concern as your prediction seems to be coming true to the letter. Meanwhile, you feel Trish’s body completely tense up as she goes into the throws of her orgasm, stiffening and arching her back against you as she bites her lip and nearly bashes you in the face with her head. You do not allow her to come down from her climax though. You simply continue to push her to greater and greater heights of pleasure. It is not long at all before she is climaxing again, the second time in the space of less than 5 seconds. This is great! You keep pushing her more and more, getting more multiple climaxes out of the hot MILF’s body as you use every trick in your artificially supplemented repertoire of sexual performance skills in regards to how to pleasure a woman, picking just the right time to change up the area you are stimulating to keep her body guessing, keeping up the heat of the nerve centers you have sensitized and not giving them a single chance for a break.
“Ohhh… ahhh… you… flaraug!” Trish begins babbling, “Ackaaa!!! Ahhh! Oh you’re aaaaahhh.” That didn't take long at all. Give her a few orgasnms in a row without breaks between them and she is completely removed from the world at this point, her entire existence wrapped up in nothing but the overwhelming stimulation, the barrage of nerve signals being sent to her brain blocking out any possibility for any form at all of actual cognitive process. You look up to see the results all this is having on Danica. She is certainly becoming scared by the behaviors of her mother, protecting her chest with her arms folded over it as she seems to be trying to tuck herself into the back of the tub. She simply stays still like that, directing an uncomprehending look back your direction while Trish’s entire body seems to go stiff. She isn’t even responding anymore to your stimulation of her body. In fact, she seems to have gone completely silent. You begin to wonder what is wrong, and that’s when you notice even the sounds of the shower have gone away, bathing the entire world in an eerie quiet as you stare uncomprehendingly at first at the stream of water frozen in the air as your brain that was idled with the goal of taking away this woman’s sanity using sexual pleasure begins to catch up with what is going on.
"Alright, I'm back. What did I . . . oh, what's this now?" You nearly jump out of your skin as you hear Loki's voice from just outside the tub having just walked through the wall. "Well then," he continues with a grin, "I guess you've been busy."
"Dude! Can't a guy get some privacy," you say as you are trapped under Trish's frozen body.
"Don't mind me," he says in a joking manner, "please do continue." The Norse god seems thoroughly amused, more so than you've ever seen him. Whether his amusement stems from the situation itself or from your embarrassment from the situation, you can't tell, but he is obviously laughing his ass off internally.
"She's frozen in time! And I'm trapped under her! How am I supposed to continue?"
Loki laughs. "Doesn't stop anyone else," he comments, "the hack is actually designed so that you can have sex with time stopped. Although I guess you're right, not as much fun. So want else did I miss?"
"Ahgh!" You groan, forcing yourself to calm down as the time-frozen woman's warm and wet vagina still grips you even with time stopped. He's right, you probably could continue to get off with time stopped like this. That's not important now though. "You've only been gone for, like, four hours or so," you say.
"Well, it's only been a few minutes for me," he says casually as he pulls a chair out of nowhere and sits next to you at the table. "I had to use the can."
"Dude," you say, "TMI!"
"What, I wasn't graphic about it." He says with a grin. "And besides, it doesn't look like you have much room to complain in that department," he casts his gaze over Trish and up to where Danica is huddled in the corner as his amused grin becomes somewhat suggestive in an irritatingly teasing manner. "So, what ELSE have you been up to? Hold on, let me just take a look . . . " He pulls a rubber duck from nowhere and starts looking through the menu. He selects a mod called Statistics Mod from the Life Controller menu, then motions towards you without actually touching you. You are suddenly outlined in the same manner as when you selected yourself earlier, but the glow is red instead of a yellow-gold. Loki flips through several screens relaying various information about you, your family, and your environment. "MmHmm," he says. "Okaay. Yeah. Alriight." From his expression, you can tell he is somehow dissatisfied. "Well," he finally says while he closes out the interface, "playing it safe or something?"
"What the hell do you mean?" you ask, flopping your head and shoulders back against the back of the tub as far and in as relaxing a position as can be managed under the circumstances.
"You've barely touched your Lifie Mod from the look of it."
"It's only been four hours!" you reply, barely able to cloak the irritation in your voice as you defend yourself from his apparent accusation, it is really getting to you how he can just be so business as usual while you have your dick in a woman who has been reduced to little more than a sex doll by his time-freeze. "And besides," you continue, "using the thing isn't exactly inconspicuous."
"Well," says Loki, "I can see that being a problem. Hmmm . . . I guess I can try to work on a way to enable you to engage Privacy Mode. It might take a while though. If I go that route, I should probably do it in here; otherwise it would be years of your time before you had it."
"What's privacy mode?" you ask with a sigh, finally starting to adjust to the idea that this guy is just going to be like this. He is your benefactor after all, you would never be in this position if it weren't for him. Guess it probably wouldn't do to be ingrateful, so you suppose you will just get what information from him you can.
"Oh, it's kind of like . . . how to explain this. It's sort of like being invisible when you take certain types of actions, but having an AI hologram of yourself acting normally for everyone else to see."
"That's great and all, but maybe you could just let me stop time, like you did here?"
"I'm not sure you're ready for another module quite yet," he says as he rubs his chin, "then again, that would stop me from being tied to the game for an annoyingly vague period of time while I worked on your code. And it would be an immediate solution. Then again, if you aren't careful it could gather a lot of unwanted attention . . . decisions, decisions."
He seems to be genuinely conflicted over what to do. There seems to be an opportunity for you to influence his decision . . . but in what direction?
So what will it be?
