Ian sat down and strapped himself in, lowering the helmet onto his head. The helmet was connected to the chair, and he flicked a switch on the side of the chair. He then went through a mental checklist, making sure all connections were properly made, and his vision began to fade away. It was similar to the slight loss of vision that occurs when standing up too quickly after sitting for a long period of time. His vision went completely dark for a few seconds, and his other senses quickly diminished and then vanished. He then regained them as quickly as he had lost them, now sitting in a chair in the exact position of his room as he had been moments ago, but he was no longer wearing a helmet and this was not his room. It was a mental copy of the room, as he was no longer conscious in reality, but in an imitation of reality, with negotiable laws of physics.

  He stood up, and walked over to the window. The skyline was the same as the view from his apartment, skyscrapers and all. A cloud of dust spread across the horizon, and he had been through this so many times he knew what came next ( this was, after all, his world, his homepage in the web of virtual reality). As the dust cleared, an enormous woman came into view on the horizon, looking at a faraway block with pure lust. From this distance he could only tell that she was a busty brunette. She began to walk through the dense downtown districts, biting her lip in anticipation. Watching this spectacle, as he had so many times before, he debated going out to his car and participating in a more intimate fashion. As he began walking toward the door, the all too common noise of concrete and wood being ripped apart filled his apartment as the ceiling disappeared and was replaced by blue sky and the gleeful grin of a familiar companion: it was Jessie.

  Jessie was the giant doppelganger of his high school crush: long dirty blonde curls, with a stunning figure and a cute face. She had been added as a chance encounter to spice things, but this was the fifth time this particular scenario had played out. She reached in and effortlessly grabbed him, bringing him to her face before exclaiming, "D'ya miss me?"

  "Somewhat," he said. Not really, he thought.

  She laughed and said,  "You're going to have to try harder than that if you wanna convince me you don't  want some of this." She lowered him to her ripe sex, covered only by a hot pink bikini, rubbing him against it as artificial pheromones tried their best to persuade him.

  He sighed, regretting programming her gleeful disregard his opinions, her forceful following of her own sexual will. "I'd actually been hoping to browse for a while," he said.

  "You sure?" She pressed his face into her clothed crotch with her thumb, while pulling the strap back with the other hand and releasing it, emitting an enticing snap.

  He tried to convey his displeasure, but only muffled sounds escaped. Enough, he thought. Jessie was gone, as was the rest of the city. He was in a white expanse, completely nondescript, a place to contemplate his next move. He mentally searched the servers for something that sounded interesting. Unfortunately, with all the other technological improvements of his age, the server display software had not improved much from its condition half a century ago. There were server names, a headcount (NPCS and players), and, luck permitting, a description of the alternate reality being simulated. He looked through the giantess servers, initially coming across ambiguously titled servers, and settled on a 'Jen's Playhouse', population one. He liked it that way,  as he found sharing his sexual experience with a large amount of people somewhat discouraging.

  Popping into being in mid-air, he had about five seconds to survey his surroundings: a pale, lightly freckled girl with straight black hair brought into pigtails, and the enormous chasm of her cleavage immediately below him. Evidently, this was Jen. Her face lit up at the prospect of someone on the other end. He hit her tits and bounced once, before sliding into the chasm and feeling the mass beneath him shift as she placed her hands on either side of her breasts. He had a half-second to watch her expression change from excited to devious before she squeezed, turning him into jelly before he could feel a thing. He was again in free fall above her breasts, and saw where this was going. His next two fatalities did not prove him wrong. A cheap gimmick, he thought, and landed back in the white expanse.

  He brought up the list again and refined his search, thinking 'no fixed spawn location'. Another list of cheesy titles came up, and he settled for 'Wild Surprise', population 7. He decided a little popularity might be a good thing. He materialized in the corner of a room 50 times too large for him. In the center was a woman with her back to him, and a fine back at that. She had long, straight red hair and a light tan. She was standing at a table a few inches shorter than her waist. A few seconds after he got his bearings, her head turned sharply and they locked eyes. She turned around, and revealed a massive purple strap-on. He froze in momentary panic. She began sauntering over, the strap-on bobbing  menacingly with each step, and as she got closer he saw that there were tiny red smears running the length of the thing. As she leaned down and reached towards him, he snapped out of his entrancing fear and retreated into the white zone, his default. 

  He had never gotten used to that aspect of the fantasy, no matter how many times he encountered it, and quickly refined the search further, thinking 'no autotrack' and 'no strap-ons'. A list popped up and he scrolled through, spying a server by the name of 'Cat and Mouse', population 3. He was curious and it had been a while since he'd had a nice chase, so he decided to enter.
 
He opened his eyes. He appeared to be on a train of some sort, and looking out the window inferred he must be on a subway of some sort. He was on the last car, and it was empty. He watched as the car rolled past a station without stopping, and decided to explore the rest of the train for the time being. He stood up and made his way to the next car, just as empty as the last one. He wondered why a subway would be running empty and held up his watch, which displayed '3:22 A.M.'. That might do it, he thought. As he progressed from car to car, he found all of them to be empty, and was beginning to get frustrated as he had spent the last few minutes searching an empty train. He reached the lead car and opened the operator's chamber, relieved to see that there was at least one NPC he could look to for information. The operator shot him a quick emotionless glance and looked back at the controls. "Hey, what's going-" he was stopped mid-sentence by a loud crash, and looked ahead.

  A giant fist had broken through the ceiling of the tunnel about 300 feet in front of them, and opened up as the hand prepared to catch the oncoming train. The operator slammed on the brakes but was too slow, and the hand caught the train, bringing its entirety out of the tunnel with the finesse a bear might have used to catch salmon from a stream. Ian's world moved too quickly and he caught only a glimpse of the giantess's eyes as she surveyed her catch. 

  After she had checked all the other cars and found them empty, she frowned slightly and sighed. A mediocre catch, but it would have to do. She grabbed the front car and ripped off the rest, throwing it carelessly into the side of a nearby building. She spied her catch once more before plunging it towards her sex. She positioned it with the front going inwards and thrust.

  Ian was thrown around the car for a few seconds before catching hold of one of the handrails. He felt the car being moved back and forth, and noticed that the car became dark with each thrust forward, and lit up with each pull back. He looked out of the window and noticed the flesh enveloping the train, inferring that the car was being used as a makeshift dildo. The thrusts became harder and faster, and he was jostled from one rail to the next, doing his best to stay in the same spot. Moans vibrated throughout the car as he was thrown out of the open back door. 
 
He  fell for a second before she caught him in her hand. "Ah, ah, ah. You're not getting away that easily." He had the chance to take in the full glory of the woman dwarfing him: shoulder-length, somewhat messy brown hair partially obscuring a sweet face lost in ecstasy; full, perky tits above a defined, but not unattractive, abdomen; round hips painted by a tight sex and extensively trimmed bush; and long, smooth legs. 
 
She was sitting on her legs, quivering with each thrust of the train/dildo. It was then that he noticed the other two players, both holding on for dear life to her nipples, as her constant writhing threw her tits into a tumultuous state. Her hand began working back and forth faster, her moans becoming louder, as she approached climax. She closed her open hand into a fist around Ian, squeezing him tightly and emitted one last deep moan as she reached euphoria, and relaxed her hand. She took in the afterglow for about a minute and then removed the train from her sex and dropped it unceremoniously on the ground, the operator nowhere to be seen.

  "Now, where were we?" She paused. "Ah, yes, of course, introductions. I am Minerva, and these two are my regulars, Gunter and Klaus." The two on her tits shot her scowls and she chuckled. "But enough about them." She used her free hand to mash each one into paste on her nipples. "What am I to do with you? Ehh, what did you say your name was?"

  "Ian."

  "That's no fun. You look like more of a Hans, don't you think?"

  "Bit of a fetish for German names, eh?"

  She giggled. "So you like it! I'm so thrilled, Hans. Let's give you a little test run, shall we?" She smiled, perfect hungry teeth. She tore off his pants savagely and raised him to her mouth, probing his stiff genitals with her soft, sticky tongue. "So you liked the show, eh? I'm flattered." She brought him into her mouth, enveloping his lower half, and ran her tongue up his back, giving him chills as it went. She slowly retracted her tongue, sliding it across his exposed balls and sent him into spastic euphoria. She removed him to speak for a moment, "I bet you'd like it that way, wouldn't you? Easy thrill?" and returned him into her mouth.

  She bit down at his waist, sending a shock of pain running through what remained of his body. He winced, having set the pain threshold equivalent to a leg cramp. She listened for screams as she chewed, but heard none, swallowed and sighed. "Not much of a realist, are you, Hans?" She asked, slightly disappointed.

  "Not in that way, no," he responded, somewhat labored.

  "Phooey. Perhaps you can be persuaded otherwise." His pain slowly began to rise as she took him into her mouth a second time and bit, severing his head and letting it fall from her mouth and down her body. He saw the cleavage and bounced off of it, losing sight before hitting her abs and rolling down between her legs, leaving a red trail down the middle of her. He wandered the artificial afterlife for a moment, drifting through a sea of cascading darkness before awakening in a bed.

  He got up and looked around. It was his bedroom. Strange, he thought, that she knew the appearance of his bedroom. He'd never seen this done before. He wandered for a minute, checking the proportions and locations of various items before determining that this was, in fact, his apartment. He checked his pocket, finding two keys, one labeled 'bike' and the other labeled 'plane'. He left his apartment and descended the staircase, coming out to the street to find a high-powered Japanese motorcycle  parked in front of his building on an otherwise empty street. He looked the thing over and took out the key while walking towards it, but stopped when he felt a small vibration. He felt the next one more definitely, and the next after that. They began feeling more like tremors with each successive vibration, and eventually became violent, shifting the earth beneath him and swaying skyscrapers in the distance. He lost his footing, falling onto his back as the bike fell onto its side. Glass shattered across the city, and showered the sidewalks below. He rolled over to shield himself  from the falling glass. The tremors stopped and he looked up, spotting a two-mile tall Minerva in the distance. She looked quite pleased with herself.

  "You have ten minutes to bring me the player before I crush this puny city," she roared throughout the city. He was rock hard. A nice touch, he thought. 

  NPCs began flowing out of every door in the city, filling the streets and trying to locate Ian. He quickly picked up the bike and inserted the key into the ignition, mounting the bike and taking off down the street. He ripped past the crowd beginning to block the road and mentally mapped out a route to the airport. The next street was blocked by a mob, and he made a sharp turn, ending up on the sidewalk of the next street before correcting himself. He moved a further three streets, seeing that all streets were blocked by mobs. He put on the brakes, and looked around for a moment. He spied a parking garage and sped towards it, moving quickly to the roof. It was level with a few nearby buildings and he took off, popping a wheelie onto a car near the edge and using it to ramp onto another building across a ledge. He continued, hopping from building to building until he came to a cliff, hesitating slightly and then speeding up, jumping across into the second story of an office building. She eyed his action movie antics with mild amusement.

  The office building's windows had all been blown out and he noted that it would have been more dramatic if he had shattered a pane of glass on his entrance, slightly disappointed that hadn't been an option. He navigated the labyrinth and found the stairs, riding down a flight of stairs and exiting through the broken glass wall in the lobby. The rest of his drive was uneventful, as he had lost the largest crowds and soon had the airport in his sight. Suddenly, an enormous tremor sent his bike flying and he let go, landing on his back and skidding for a moment before stopping. He felt the pain a bit more than he was used to, strange as he hadn't changed the settings. He got up, dusted himself off and began a fast limp towards the airport. He jumped onto the chainlink fence and made his way over onto the other side, spying a lone, old biplane at the near side of the runway and began making his way towards it as fast as he could. He reached the plane and shot his hand into his pocket, retrieving the key and starting the plane. As the rotors began to spin, he felt the tremors as deep as they could be, and the plane bounced slightly. He saw Minerva, taking delight in her path through the city to the airport. He readied the plane as quickly as he could and began taking off down the runway. 

  He shot quickly by the lit markers on either side of him, and achieved liftoff halfway down the ramp as an unfathomably enormous foot shot by him on his right. He increased his climb as much as he could. She turned to face him and sat down, with her sex positioned at the end of the runway. The quickly displaced air pushed his puny biplane backwards past the beginning of the runway, and he increased his climb. She smiled deviously, anticipating his inability to escape. He tried to turn the plane in a different direction, but the controls would not allow him to. He increased the angle of escape as much as he could without tumbling back towards the ground, but alas it was not enough. It was as if there was a force preventing him from altering his course. He narrowly missed hitting her sex head-on and sped towards her bush, full of hair as thick as jungle trees. His plane smacked into one and destroyed its rotor, pushing back a mat of hairs a bit before sliding down into her pubic jungle. 

  When he had reached her skin, he quickly jumped out and began his closest approximation of a run away from the plane as a giant thumb descended from the heavens towards the plane. He narrowly escaped the thumb, an explosion expanding in the little space allowed by her thumb, knocking him back with a searing wind. He felt the pain fully, and cried out. Minerva smiled, and said "Ooh, a feisty one, aren't you? I like that. I think we're going to have a lot of fun together in the future, Hans."

  She brought her index finger to her mouth and licked, before bringing it towards Ian. He opened his eyes in time to see the finger, now covered in a thick layer of saliva, moving towards him slowly. He thought 'quit', and returned to senselessness, feeling slowly returning to his head, torso and then his extremities. He heard a faint pop as his ears returned to normal, and his vision was slowly brought into focus. He was in his room, helmet on, strapped into his chair. He loosened the straps and removed the helmet, and walked over to the fridge to pour himself a shot of vodka. He had rarely sought to escape virtual reality in favor of the real thing. How had she replicated his apartment? And had she been messing with his pain threshold? If she was a neural hacker, she could have learned all he contained within his mind, including his address and confidential information. He contemplated this and its consequences. As he set the shot glass on the counter and began to pour, he heard an unsettling and familiar sound, that of concrete and wood being torn asunder. He looked up, towards the now exposed sky and dropped his bottle, barely noticing the noise as it shattered on the floor, As he was paralyzed with genuine fear and surprise at what he saw. It was Minerva, with a knowing and mischievous smile on her lips.

Ian tensed as the enormous hand descended towards him, whimpering slightly as the fingers wrapped around him, holding him in a tight grip before lifting him off the ground and quickly bringing him up to Minerva's gigantic smiling face, wind blowing his hair back as he went.

How could this have happened? He had left the room, had left Virtual reality entirely. Or at least he thought he had. Could she have infiltrated his system, and locked him into the game? He shuddered at the thought of the power she would hold over him, of the danger he was truly in if that were true. He had to get out of here, fast.

He closed his eyes. 'Exit', he thought. Nothing happened. 'Exit, exit, exit, exit!' Nothing. He heard tremendous, roaring laughter and opened his eyes to see Minerva throwing her head back in laughter. She brought her head back down and stared at him intently, before parting her lips to speak.

“I can hear your thoughts, and let me be the first to confirm your fears. You are still in virtual space, and you have no idea the immense power I hold over you. Not now, true, I can only read your current thoughts, but I think we're going to become rather close after I collect you.” She paused for effect and he gulped down on his fear, wondering what she meant by 'collect'. “You really shouldn't have skimped on that firewall. Hah, it took me thirty seconds to have your console under my complete control. Anyways...” She licked her lips, a hint of hunger twinkling in her gaze. “I think we have some unfinished business to attend to.”

She opened her mouth and let her breath wash over Ian for a moment. She brought him closer and closer to her lips, nearly kissing him as her breath blew his hair back lightly, and he pulled his head back, wincing and whimpering lightly as he tried vainly to pull himself away from her lips. She let out a loud giggle for a moment, before speaking again. “I can feel your fear...” She extended her tongue and gave him a lengthy lick across his face as he cried out in terror. Pulling back her tongue, she continued. “I can almost taste it.” She gave him a big smile, and he was about to open his mouth to protest, to demand she let him go, she cut him off. “No need for you to speak, worm. I know completely of your feelings on the matter. I know you're afraid, that you're trembling in terror, in fact, but I also know that a part of you is trembling in delight. You like this, don't you, you little masochist?”

With that, she poked at his head a few times, slightly roughly, laughing as he began to cry out in pain as well as fear, but couldn't suppress the joy at the back of his mind. “Yes, you're enjoying this, and I know you are. But this time, you're going to feel all of it. I will hear your screams this time, little one, and I will delight in them. You might not care for this next part, but you have no idea how much I will.” She gave him a wink and shifted her grip on him, holding him by the back of his shirt, and bringing him higher into the air, dangling him above her as she opened her mouth, holding back a gleeful laugh as he screamed in response to his predicament.

“Please, Minerva, I never wanted any of this. It's just a fantasy! I want to leave now, please stop all of this and let me go!” Ian said, clearly flustered and terrified.

“Mmm, I'd let you go, but your feelings betray your words. You want to dissolve in my belly as much as I want to feel your struggles on the way down. But, enough talk for now. We'll have all the time in the world for that, after all.” With this she giggled lightly and opened her mouth wide, loosening her grip on the back of Ian's shirt, letting him fall screaming towards her awaiting mouth and outstretched tongue. He landed and bounced lightly on her wet, sticky tongue for a moment, trying to lift himself off of it, to scramble away, but finding himself mired in the saliva as she retracted her tongue and closed her mouth, locking him in darkness.

She brought her tongue up, pinning him to the roof of her mouth as he squirmed, moaning lightly at his taste. She increased the pressure until she felt him crying out in pain against her, and brought him back down. She started pushing him around her mouth, wrestling him with her tongue, as he vainly pushed his arms at it in an attempt to fight it off. A giggle roared through the dark cavern as she relished in his struggles and listened intently to his thoughts, his feelings. She pushed him around her mouth further, squeezing and dragging him against her cheeks, before depositing in on her back molars and pinning him between them. She increased the pressure a bit, and lightly ground her teeth against him, becoming aroused as he started to scream out in terror. “Please, Minerva! Don't hurt me, don't do this to me-EE!” His voice shot up as he felt a few of his ribs crack, and felt an enormous pain as her returning laughter shook him with its reverberations, shaking his sensitive ribs painfully.

She again pushed him to the side of her mouth, against her cheek before speaking, her voice rumbling throughout the dark enclosure“Don't worry, little bug. I'm not going to crush you to death between my big scary teeth. I've got better plans for you.” She then scooped him away with her tongue again and sucked him to the back of her mouth.

“NO! Please, let me out! It.. it's going to be hell down there!” Ian pleaded with Minerva, hoping she would show him some mercy. She would not. He slipped down off of her slick tongue and into her throat, powerful muscles dragging him down with the aid of gravity as he screamed the entire way down. Landing in a pool of irritating liquid, he realized that he had made his way to her stomach. He moved around in the slimy enclosure, trying to find refuge from the acid that burned more intensely with each passing second. It seemed that every time he would find some place free from the acid, her stomach would shift, or a valve would open somewhere and he would be drenched in a torrent of burning liquid.

He was shaken from about inside the stomach as Minerva patted her stomach before speaking, her voice surrounding him. “Well, I'm sorry I can't stick around to relish in your torment, but I really have got to go collect you before the manual override sets in. Don't worry, I should get there in time. In the mean time, enjoy yourself in there.” She gave herself another pat and then went silent.

“Min...Minerva? Are you there? Let me out of here!” There was no answer. She was gone. But she reminded him of something. The manual override... if he was on for more than 8 hours straight, the machine would automatically shut off and return him to reality. As he melted away in the acid, his only hope, only comforting thought was that she would be too late, that he would wake up from this nightmare in reality and never return. He figured he had been here for at least two hours, but he had no idea where she could be in relation to him. If she could hack into his machine, she could surely find out where he lived, so he had to hope she would be too late, pray there would be an accident on the road, traffic, anything.

He eventually abandoned these thoughts as the pain forced itself into the forefront of his mind, feeling every bit of pain as he dissolved away, eventually dying in the simulation. She had not set a respawn, and death in the virtual world was strange. He had no tangible form, no senses. He would've likened it to existing in a dark, soundless chamber, devoid of any scents or feelings. All he had to keep him company were his own thoughts. And his thoughts centered around his hopes and fears regarding his predicament.

After an amount of time that seemed to stretch on forever with nothing but his thoughts to occupy himself with, he groggily awoke. He was still in his chair, helmet still attached. He sighed, relieved. He would have to leave his apartment, to be sure, but he would be okay. He removed the helmet as he had done before, this time sure he was back to reality. He walked to his closet and quickly put on a jacket and sat down, putting on a pair of shoes. He walked to his door and fumbled with the stubborn lock for a moment before opening the door.

He had not a moment to react. The door opened and he was on the floor, overpowered more by surprise than by physical prowess. A needle sunk into his neck and he quickly felt a liquid seeping into his veins, only then noticing the terrifyingly excited smile his attacker, Minerva, was wearing. “Got ya.. he he.” She said. He looked at her for a moment, still in shock, brought his hand to his neck, and passed out.

He came to again in a dark enclosure. His hands were bound behind his back, and his legs were chained together. He had a strip of duct tape placed over his mouth, muffling his protests and cries for help. The enclosure seemed to be moving, and would stop every once in a while, throwing him awkwardly this way and that. There was the faint sound of a motor running. This was a car, he realized, and he was in its trunk, at the whim of the driver, who was most likely Minerva, if his last memory was correct.

Eventually the care came to a stop on an incline, and he could hear a car door open and slam shut before the sound of footsteps started, though muffled by the steel fram of the car. He heard a click, and light rushed into his enclosure, blinding him for a moment. When his vision returned clearly, he saw Minerva standing over him, a familiar, victorious smile played across her lips, but malice showed in her excited eyes as they darted around his frame. He whimpered weakly under her almost lustful, hungry gaze as she began to pull him from the trunk.

“Get up.” She commanded. He complied, and got to his feet as she guided him for a moment. As soon as he was up, he tried to run away. He could tell it was secluded, and the chains at his feet kept him from moving at anything more than a shuffle. She quickly overtook him and tripped him, standing over him and staring down at him. She pulled out a knife and brought it closer to him as he whimpered, giving him a small knick on the cheek. “Try it again, and I'll cut deeper.” She hauled him to his feet and guided him into her house before ripping away the duct tape quickly.

“W-why are you doing this to me? Please, let me go and I won't tell anyone about this” he pleaded with her.

She scoffed before answering him, “let you go? Now where would the fun be in that? I've not even showed you my improved VR machines. Oh, they do things you wouldn't believe. I designed them myself, you know? In fact, I designed the model you have at your house.”

It all made sense now. She must work for a VR design company, and know all the ins and outs of the machines and their network programming. She'd had little trouble in bending the machine to her will. Still, he had to try, had to hope she would let him go. “P-please! I..I..I have a job and a life! People will notice I'm gone, and they'll look for me. You won't get away with this!”

She laughed again before answering him, “No one is ever going to find out about this. You think the police would think to check your VR logs for clues? They don't even know they can be manipulated in this way. No ones does, except for me. A small design 'flaw' I had them put in for my own personal amusement. You're going to die here after an eventful life as one of my sentient toys. You're just so much better, so much more convincing than the AI could ever be. And, well... I could never get anyone to agree to the things I'm going to do to you.” She smiled at him as she led him into a room with three VR machines, two of them occupied. “So here you will stay, and that's that. Really, you might as well accept it. It'll be easier on you that way. Now, sit down.”

She pushed him back into the vacant chair and strapped the helmet onto him, firing up the machine. As he felt his senses leaving him, his vision blurring, hearing distorted as he was switching into VR, he faintly heard Minerva speaking, “You're going to just love what I can make this thing do to you.” Before he switched completely into VR, awaiting Minerva's entrance.