Freezing Shadows, Chapter 56

Chapter 56: Rule #34

(Rule #34, Seattle Matrix)

Boomer took a breath. She’d taken the time to make her avatar for this node look exactly like she did in real life, just like he had asked her to. MetaTech allowed people to upload pictures from their home computers, which could only be accessed in OOC (Out of Character) areas, or in special circumstances, like during avatar customization. The quality-of-life feature was not really immersion-breaking for most people (most people outside the Beta didn’t know they could be accessed in game at all), but allowing her to create her avatar for the node based on scans and pictures of her real body really cut down on the customization time.

It had been five days since they’d gotten to Seattle. A week since they’d blown up an underground research lab and made off with one of the test subjects because, apparently, they belonged to a dragon. She hadn’t gone to meet the dragon because, well, she wasn’t stupid enough to go see a dragon unannounced. Also, she had needed to make contact with some people, and do some stuff for them, in return for getting set up here.

The Vory Shestiorka she’d spoken with had been very polite, very calm, and very cold. He was a hard man, and he did terrible things for money. And she’d seen that he could live with that. What he’d gotten her to do was something that made her queasy to think about. She’d told herself that she didn’t have a choice, and that it was the best choice the guy she… handled had available to them. Still didn’t make it feel ‘right’, though.

She took another breath as she walked forward. Walking was different, but familiar. She wasn’t used to walking in the game, but she wasn’t in one of the long-term pods that MetaTech was putting out, and she still had work in real life, so she hadn’t lost the ‘muscle memory’. But her brain still said she was in the game, which she associated with slithering.

She’d decided to do a cosplay outfit instead of something more traditional. She didn’t need to, but, well, her normal clothes were just… normal. And she wanted to make an impression on him.

So, instead of a dress like she’d use for a night on the town out in the real world, she was wearing the costume for Twilight Mask, the love interest and helper of Mystic Knight Moon, the title character of the most popular magical boys anime in the last decade. She didn’t know whether he knew the show or not, but that didn’t matter. Wearing the costume made her less worried about showing her real body to a man for the first time. Well, it wasn’t her real body, for real, but close enough.

Oh, god, what if he didn’t like the way she looked? She had never been self-conscious about her looks before, but now she was doubting everything. She wasn’t ‘model pretty’, and she knew it, but she liked to think she was attractive. At least, the girls at school thought so. C-cups, slim waist, and not as much in the butt as she would have liked. Certainly not as ‘developed’ as the cheerleaders, and she hadn’t been an athlete. The few guys who had been in her class didn’t notice her, but they had their pick of the entire school. It was only natural that ‘normal’ girls didn’t get noticed.

At least she graduated from college, unlike some of the prettier or more athletic girls. The entire basketball team had been forced to drop out by the time the season was over, because Coach Hopkins had impregnated them all. The only reason they could finish the season was because the last five players on the team were only just starting to show when it ended. They couldn’t continue their athletic scholarships while taking care of their children.

Of course, Coach Hopkins kept his job. Even though this was the eighth year running that the team lost members due to pregnancy. People had been starting to say that when Queens College gave students a ‘full ride’ scholarship, they were actually talking about riding the coach. Those rumors hadn’t kept the team from drawing recruits from around the country, though.

But that didn’t matter, now. She was going to get laid! Virtually, but she was still going to get some. And it was going to be with one of the celebrities of the game!

Stepping into the main part of the club, she practically tripped over her own feet as she saw everything that was going on. Up on the main stage, a woman was cornered by three ghouls. They were… they were eating her as they fucked her! It was impossible to tell what size the woman’s breasts were to begin with, since they had been torn off, and two of the ghouls were chewing on them while the third was ripping chunks out of her calf while he thrust into her. It was horrible, and yet she couldn’t stop watching.

A new customer nudged her out of the way as they moved past, which broke the spell. She turned her gaze to the floor, and was surprised to see that the degeneracy on stage was only slightly worse than what you could see at the booths and tables. One table had two women who looked like high society types forcing a naked man to put his manhood into a sandwich press, causing him to cry out in pain as the smell of cooking human flesh filled the room. Another had a pair of men playing a guessing game, carving symbols into a naked woman’s back with a knife. Most ‘only’ had couples or groups of different combinations engaging in what amounted to a public orgy.

There. One of the tables was notable for the lack of insane hedonism on display. Well, almost. She recognized Iceblade, since his avatar matched what he looked like in the ‘real world’ of the game, and there was a… cat’s tail reaching up from under the table? As she got closer, she realized that the tail was connected to Sexkitten, who was completely naked, except for a jeweled butt plug and a metal collar attached to a leash in Iceblade’s hands. And she was currently curled up on the bench seat of the booth next to him, her head rhythmically bobbing up and down as she sucked him off.

“Um, Iceblade? Hi. I’m Boomer.” It was nice to be able to talk in game without the hissing for once, but it didn’t change how nervous she was. Especially since she had a clear view of the caliber of women her ‘date’ for the evening usually slept with. It was enough to give a girl a complex.

Iceblade looked up at her, and smiled. “Ah, Boomer. You look delicious when you’re not a snake.” Looking back down at Sexkitten, he tapped her on the back of the head. “Up you get, pet. Our guest is here.”

“Yes, Master,” Sexkitten said, somewhat reluctantly. The catgirl turned to look at her as she moved to sit next to her Master. “Ooh, you’re right, Master. Not like a model, but she has that ‘girl next door’ look, even if she’s hiding it behind a cosplay.”

Iceblade raised an eyebrow. “Cosplay? What show?”

Sexkitten grinned. “Mystic Knight Moon. It is one of those magical boys animes that have gotten popular IRL. The main character is a well-meaning, but lazy and slightly clumsy, teenage boy who is trying to navigate his school life while also fighting monsters as Mystic Knight Moon, along with the rest of his team, Mystic Knights Mercury, Mars, Jupiter, and Venus. Usually he gets some help from the main love interest, Twilight Mask, who wears this costume. Of course, Mars and Venus are also trying to win Twilight Mask’s heart, but it is obvious that eventually she’ll be with Moon.”

She could feel herself blushing. “I liked the show when I was a girl. The idea of several handsome boys all fighting over me? That… isn’t something most girls can look forward to, not any more, but the old stories always make it sound so romantic. And I wanted to pick something that would look good, but not be too crazy, and my normal clothes in real life are just normal, so—”

Iceblade cut her off by grabbing her hand, and pulling her down, and forward, making her stumble. She tried to apologize, but then she noticed that, less than an inch away, his penis—no, his dick—was standing there, upright, and hard, with a slick wetness on its length from Sexkitten’s mouth. Her mouth gaped slightly as she stared at the wonderful thing. She’d never seen one in real life (Porn didn’t count.), and this was only the second one she’d seen in-game. In the Beta, she’d been busy, balancing testing with schoolwork, and after the launch, she was a snake, which didn’t lead to many opportunities.

“So big!”

Iceblade chuckled, and said, “For future reference, a guy always likes to hear a woman say that, especially when she means it.”

She blushed again, and looked up, past the dick, to see his face. “I’ve only ever seen one before, outside of porn. And it wasn’t this big. I didn’t think they could be this big, without being on a horse, or a troll!”

“Flattery won’t suck that cock off, Boomer,” Sexkitten giggled.

“Sexkitten, guide her.”

“Yes, Master!”

She felt the catgirl’s hand gather her hair up, like tying back a ponytail, only she used it as a handle, pulling her forward, under the table. Between Iceblade’s legs. The tip touched her lips, and she opened her mouth. That’s what you were supposed to do, right?

“Good girl,” Sexkitten whispered. “We’ll make a proper slut out of you, yet. Now, lick the tip. Taste it. Know your Master’s scent, and his taste. And keep eye contact with him, so that he knows how much you like worshiping his cock.”

She didn’t know what to do, so she followed the catgirl’s advice. Licking it. Tasting it. When she breathed, the scent hit her, musky, but nice. And then it was in her mouth. She kept her eyes on his. Worshiping his cock? Maybe. She was on her knees, looking up in supplication, wasn’t she?

And he was looking down on her, smiling. Approving. She loved it. And then he hit the back of her mouth. She had seen something like this in porn! She needed to relax her throat, right? That’s what men liked, if the movies were any guide.

She did her best. Was it good enough? She hoped so. She just went with the pressure on her head, letting Sexkitten move her head like he wanted her to. Seeing them like this was hot, so hot. She couldn’t wait until he took more than her mouth.

She was watching him, so she saw on his face when something changed. A tightness, and then she could feel liquid spilling into her throat. Then he pulled back, and kept shooting into her mouth.

“Don’t swallow yet,” Sexkitten said. “Let Master see.”

Sexkitten pulled her off of his dick, and she held her mouth open, letting him see. He nodded, smiled. “Swallow it, pet. Show me what a good girl you can be.”

She shuddered. Why did that phrase send a shiver down her spine? She swallowed everything, and opened again, to show him. She wanted to be a good girl.

He took the hair handle from Sexkitten, and guided her out from under the table. “Hands behind your back. Bend over the table.” She did what he asked. What he commanded. She bit her lip as he slid out of the booth, went behind her. And then ripped her dress down the back. “No bra, and no panties,” he said, approvingly. “Good slut. And you’re already so wet for me.”

“Y-yes, sir. I need you. I’ve been thinking about it ever since we met in my uncle’s shop.”

She felt something press against her folds. Something firm. But it didn’t go in, not yet. Teasing her, rubbing up and down her slit. She whimpered, tried to move her hips back, but a slap against her backside stopped that.

“Beg for it.”

“Please, sir, fuck this slut. Make me your whore. Fill me with your cum!”

FULL! That was the only thing she could think of, as he suddenly shoved all the way inside, his hips slamming against her cheeks. She’d used toys, but never that big, and never going that fast! She moaned loudly. Like a slut. His slut.

And then she felt his breath in her ear. “Good girl.”