Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 8
Is this the end of our run?
Dirty Games and Dirty Minds 8
Is this the end of our run?
“Back again, Whore?”
The same voice was back. Callous, collected, cruel.
Luxor nodded, incapable of fighting or even pulling the gag stuffed in his mouth. He gladly enjoyed the smell of cum coming from his exhalation as well as the blissful pain of fullness striking him whenever he logged back.
His body was hurting, covered with scars and marks. No… He even felt like he couldn’t move parts and pieces of it, mainly from the amputated parts and the disconnected prostheses. Such sensation was weird as he awoke right at the Emperor’s feet, nothing more than a puppet or a play-toy.
And the Emperor… Glanced back at him, his red eyes focused on the Barbarian’s face while stroking his cheeks with those massive claws.
“Well… Aren’t you enduring? Most of the whores who endured such a fate broke on their first day, but not you,” almost cooed the oversized Monster.
The lips smacked, the tongue licked, and the tail shook behind the Monster as Luxor’s mouth was released.
“… Mo-More,” moaned the Barbarian, finding release and satisfaction in a game.
When he logged in, he was no longer Ed the office worker, stressed out by his work. He was no longer Luxor, the top DPS Barbarian who had to toil to get everything. He was his Master’s pet. And it had been… Wondrous.
_“Fuck. You pressed yes?”
“Why? I didn’t have to?”
One second later, the Emperor grabbed the Barbarian with his clawed hands and planted those nails through the Barbarian. It did hurt a lot. But what followed was the pleasure provided by the poison pushing through Luxor’s veins.
A poison that numbed the pain and exacerbated the pleasure from whatever abuse the Emperor forced upon him. A poison that oozed from the claws, from the Emperor’s mouth, from his every fluid.
It was addictive. It was strong. It was dangerous._
_But that? Luxor ignored it when he sucked on the Emperor’s tongue, as wide as a cock, to get more of that nectar while the snake-like tail happily stretched and abused his asshole.
Underneath the Chimera’s touch, the Barbarian was putty. Putty that was crushed and remade from within when the Emperor fucked him with one of his cock, as wide as one of Luxor’s legs.
Then with both. Then with both and a finger.
How could he endure it? He never knew. He would not. But his health points were no problem. And the pleasure that followed was a constant crescendo as the Emperor seemed to be a rank above the Dwarves in the abuse he could unleash._
_Where the Dwarves taught Luxor in the pleasure from all parts of his body, from his asshole, prostate, nipples, mouth, pits… The Emperor taught him the joy in the absence, in the bondage, in the silence.
Strangled, abused, blindfolded, left alone to macerate in his juices, in his ever-shrinking cockcage. Luxor was no longer playing a game. He was taught submission, true submission, at the hand of an NPC whose artificial intelligence was dedicated to breaking him.
It taught him to beg for the Emperor’s cum and urine as subsistence.
It taught him the delight of having white-iron etching horrors onto his skin.
It taught him the work of worshipping a lesser being while having only that same being to tether him to the world._
_Bound and attached, even the missing limbs had been another source of pleasure. The prostheses were crude and magical, using the same technology as the Automatons. But whenever they were connected or disconnected, a flash of pain and pleasure came to him.
And so…_
So Luxor sighed in pleasure and pain as he felt the limbs being reconnected, one by one. As he thought he was gaining back his freedom of movement, as well as the pain, since the Emperor handled those limbs brutally.
It was… Good.
As good as taking another dose of venom, sucking it right from the Emperor’s tongue while his autonomy was given back… If only for a moment.
A moment in which Luxor checked his messages. Nothing. Not even from his former guild, Steel’s, or Shadow’s.
**Luxor the Emperor’s Toy. Barbarian Level 67. Whore level 32.
Sanity: 2/100
Oral capacity: 178 | Anal capacity: 210 | Fertility: 85**
Permanent Debuff: Penis Reduction II, Whore Gear, Cum addiction, Amputated limbs x4, Negative reputation.
Luxor glanced at the stats then sighed… And turned to the Emperor, kissing him again as that tongue wiggled down his esophagus right to his stomach, making the Barbarian’s belly bulge.
His belly… Often bulged. Whether with cum, urine, the Emperor’s cock, or even the Guards around. Those were a recent addition, but they often used Luxor’s asshole until his belly was taught and the womb tattoo prominent on the tense skin.
A womb tattoo that had been starting to glow and grow…
More so now when the Emperor’s claw danced on Luxor’s belly.
“Soon enough. You will be able to bear my brood, whore. The Emperor needs a strong lineage, and you’ll be the first to-“
“To?”
Luxor blinked as the Emperor was silenced. No, more than that… The Emperor was frozen, silent. The eyes didn’t blink, the muscles didn’t budge, and there was that oddness when looking at the way the Emperor was leaning forward without falling.
Then… Luxor looked to his right.
“I was wondering when you’d log back. But you do so regularly. Heh,” said Shadow, again clothed.
“Yeah… I do so,” said Luxor, blinking and then blinking at the Emperor. “Can you unfreeze him?”
“He’d be on the way. I mean, the Emperor’s bad end for the Traitor was written to be a punishment for those who farmed for the reputation and backstabbed him,” commented Shadow with a shrug.
Luxor remained silent, though he moved a bit. Moving his limbs was like controlling his hands and feet through many layers of contradictions. The ticks in the posture, the readjustment to his balance, it was all a complex effort he had to think about.
“You prefer me to leave you? Your character will be stuck.”
“Shadow. Who are you?” asked Luxor, frowning. “You had all that knowledge about the adult content, the access to the beta, and even now. You’re a dev?”
“I am,” said Shadow, chuckling. “I am not the only one on this project. But I used to be the only one working on the adult content.”
As he spoke, Shadow approached. He didn’t seem to care about the Emperor’s frozen posture. Instead, he stroked the brown fur all over the Emperor’s powerful belly, within reach. And then descended, going over the lower belly, down the groin. And right onto the half-erect twinned cock. The Feline organs were still covered with spines, making the touch rough unless you stroked them in the right way.
“So… You are a perverted dev who enjoys what he created? And who gets off from being fucked by monsters… It… It explains a lot,” said Luxor, passing a hand over his forehead. He was still feeling lightheaded from the poison, but not much as he walked around… And in comparison, stretched.
“It explains a lot, but let’s cut to the chase. I am stuck with you,” groaned Shadow, clicking his tongue while Luxor continued to stretch. “Are you listening?”
“Yes. I am. Just trying to get used to the prostheses since I am free to move. So stuck with me? Here? You said you can go away.”
“So are you. But you haven’t left the beta server,” groaned Shadow. “And if someone from the combat team notices you’re here, I’m toast. So far, they have been busy with the combat tests, so they didn’t try the bad ends.”
“Bad ends? There’s more? And… Uh. I didn’t know it would make you look bad. I can leave right now, if you prefer.”
There was no reason for Luxor to go against Shadow. Shifty as he was, the Ninja was still helpful. And if he were a dev who used his privilege to give him this… No.
“No, no. Don’t be. In fact, I wanted to talk to you before your sanity stat reaches 0.”
“Why? Is there anything bad that happens? I lose my character?”
“What? Why are you thinking this?”
“I guessed it’d be something like that. Sanity… Like my character going crazy.”
Shadow chuckled, enough to break the moment.
“True. That’s why I told them it was a stupid name,” commented Shadow. “I’ll tell them to change it, again. But no. Sanity is more like a synchronization score. When you’re at 0, you’re fully synced with your characters’ sensations in-game.”
“Like…”
“Like everything you feel with your character applies and vice versa. It’s a lot of checks for… You know what? It’s the most boring stuff to explain. But if your Sanity goes to 0, you’re flagged, and the company will contact you to recruit you.”
“Recruit… Me?” scoffed Luxor. “Okay. That sounds far-fetched now. I could understand for the dev aspect. But recruiting me? Sanity? Sync? That’s stupid. You’re making it almost sound like a recruitment program.”
Shadow frowned a moment, then sat, a chair appearing under his posterior as he pulled down his mask, showing him pouting.
“It’s serious.”
“You’re making it sound not serious,” said Luxor, smiling. But he lost his smile as Shadow’s attitude remained stiff. “So… What? They’ll try to recruit me?”
“Yeah. I wanted to catch you so when they try to get you… You don’t speak of me at all.”
“Or what?”
“Or else they might check what I do in games and with other players. You’re not the only guy I brought here. So. Can you keep it quiet?”
“Fine… But why would they need to recruit me?”
“To test all the future adult content.”
-
Again… Ed was feeling the sting of logging in. His nervous system was locked on by the interface, and his whole body felt the shock before he was interfaced. But atop the sensations he experienced from the simulated limbs, there were the echoes of his body. The physical body.
“Okay. Luxor? Can you hear me?” The voice was not Shadow's this time. But Luxor supposed it was one of the assistants.
“I can. What’s today?”
“Can you confirm you can feel everything?”
Ed moved his hands. Both in the simulation and physically. He felt, then, the straps holding his arms. He moved his legs, and so did the straps holding his knees up and lifted. And he did the same with his neck and thighs. Everything was secured.
“I can feel it,” commented Ed, nodding.
“Good. This time, we’ll try it again with the Legion’s breeding stock bad end. Be ready.”
For a moment, Ed felt nauseous as his body was moved around. He had his simulated self remaining still while his physical body was moved around.
Then, as he was fully moved, the simulation finalized and… Ed, no, Luxor was dangling while attached to stockades.
His legs were attached and spread open. His hands were bound. And he couldn’t even move his head if he wanted to.
The environment itself was not in high-res, but it resembled a typical building from the Empire. The walls of steel and the scent of cum were almost a given, something the simulation from the Empire always offered. That and the distant cries.
“This time again, the soldiers will use Centaurs to fuck you. You will have to endure the abuse and tell me when it’s too much.”
“Yeah. How long?”
“We’ve got three hours.”
“Okay. Send it.”
With a sigh, the simulation activated.
Atop the distant cries of fucked women came the masculine chuckles of soldiers, the grunts of beasts, the hoofs stomping on hay. And Luxor sensed the hands brushing him. Only Luxor. The hands were furred, hairy, but soon followed the weight of the Centaur’s barrel and the hoofs on either side of Luxor’s head.
And Ed grunted, feeling that weight pressed against his back, soft and hairy.
“Good.”
A mumble, and the simulation continued.
Followed the neigh and huffs from the Centaur, the weight that continued to shift and press on Ed and Luxor’s back. Then, as the movement continued… Something flared, sticky, pressed against their asshole.
For Ed, it was lubricated and a bit too artificial. For Luxor, it was warm, but the sensations seemed numb.
“Sync… Focus on the pressure,” moaned Ed.
Soon, the sensation of presence pressing on Luxor’s asshole increased. It grew, it pressed. And then, with an echoed slurping sound, the flared end was in.
Around, there were cries of joy from the Soldiers… Though what the focus was remained… The equine cock.
The fat equine cock that moved in tandem with the Centaur’s belly, smacking against Luxor’s back. The false belly, just as soft as hairy, smacked too… Though the hits were not exactly accurate, nor moving at the same time.
“Slow… Down. One… one… Good.”
And so, the smacking of the bellies was finally in sync. Synchronized perfectly to smack against the former Office Worker and Barbarian.
Synced so Luxor and Ed could enjoy the sensation of the Centaur’s flared and throbbing cock pushing within the velvety depths, stretching the guts far beyond what a human ought to do in their lives.
It was bigger than an arm. Something that had a median ring pulling on the sphincter while the back-and-forth continued. And yet, there was no fear.
The sting was something Ed was used to, whether as himself or Luxor. And ever since he’d signed the contract with the company, he’d been exposed to worse penetration. Fists, oversized Geisha balls, knotted dicks, all sorts of toys had been used on him to simulate the sensations and record them.
That was how those sensations were so real in the game; they were not coming from nowhere like the first scenes. They were recorded from “actors” who endured such actions to make sure the sensations were adequate.
The weight was lesser? It had to be adjusted. Too much, adjusted too.
The pressure was too painful, then the cock had to go back. Not enough, it had to go further.
But at the same time, it had to be tweaked.
If Ed was taking that cock to the hilt, the sensation of progress was echoed again, so he could feel Luxor taking twice that length inside him.
It was why some sensations were impossible, while he sometimes felt he should have been stretched up to the other side, but didn’t feel it. Didn’t experience it.
It was impossible for someone, a paid actor, to take such penetration without extensive body modifications to make their organs adaptable to the inner pressure.
“Further… Let’s go,” groaned Ed.
And so… As the dildo was pulled from his asshole, from the Centaur seemingly pulling back out of stress and fear, that cock was guided back inside.
But this time, the dildo had been replaced by another cock. The width was similar, but the length was far bigger. This time, such a toy was almost the length of Ed’s torso.
And he felt that organ pushing deeper… deeper… deeper.
It was no longer a matter of having his prostate massaged and squeezed like before. Sure, he enjoyed the sensation like any other. But the focus and recording were on the sensation of his guts being stretched far beyond what nature intended.
And that cock, artificial, delved deeper and deeper until his body bulged in and out of the simulation. Until the soft guts and powerful abs were all flattened the same.
It was absurd yet pleasant in a way Ed wasn’t thinking it possible. And so, the sensation was recorded as he smiled and couldn’t stop so.
“Focus more on the pain, ok?”
“If… Anyone is taking this. They’re size-queens,” huffed Ed.
“And?”
“They want the pleasure after the pain.”
No answer. But the dildo wasn’t shifted or adjusted. Instead, the fake organ moved in and out. So did the Centaur’s cock in the simulation, making Luxor’s toes curl. And so did Ed as he felt that cock moving faster and faster inside him. As he sensed that plastic fake, throbbing in the simulation, stroke his prostate in reality.
And the pleasure was starting to get… Too much.
“Numb… Please. One… One.”
Steadily, the sensation from the game was numbed.
Only remained, then, Ed, the former Office Worker. The man. The actor. The one who got impaled on that dildo that pumped in and out, pulling on his fat rim. Faster… Faster… And faster.
Lube spurted free from the asshole that no longer looked as virgin as on his first day at the company. The rim was pulled, almost forming a rosebud, only to be smacked back inside.
Only for that fat cock to punch back, entirely, within Ed’s and to squeeze his oversized prostate, full of drugs and filled with sensors.
Soon enough, under the constant assault on the tender glans, Ed’s pleasure skyrocketed. Luckily, its recording wasn’t scrambled due to the simulation.
It was pure and natural. Nothing artificial from the actor whose entire nervous system was getting recorded, so the sensation could be shared.
From the tense thighs to the hamstring hurting, to the fullness within his guts, and the lightheadedness from his orgasm. Everything was recorded, and Ed smiled. Smiled and even drooled on his mountain man beard, while the equine cock was pulled free, and with it followed the warm fake-cum the dildo released.
Only then, to have another dildo present itself at the entrance, the second of many.
“Let’s continue,” announced the second dev, not even leaving any breathing room for Ed to recover as the simulation was turned on again… This time, with a far more accurate sensation of the weight squeezing the back and the way that toy was stimulating Luxor’s asshole.
It was nothing he couldn’t endure. Like he hadn’t endured. And so, with the drip keeping him hydrated and fed and aware, Ed endured one hour of pounding and abuse. Only… For everything to cut short. Feed. Sensations. Simulation. Dildo.
As his sweaty body was released from the dildo’s abuse, as his asshole released another jet of fake cum and his dick real cum on the floor, Ed sighed. He remained bound, and for a second, he felt nauseous as he was again forced to shift. To be moved.
“It’s done,” said the Dev operating the device. “We should be able to use it for the next update. But if needs be, we’ll return to it, to curate it.”
“Fine by me. You can always reach me.”
“Sure. Test server as usual?”
“Yes.”
**Luxor the Emperor’s Toy. Barbarian Level 1. Whore level 100.
Sanity: 0/100
Oral capacity: 220 | Anal capacity: 250 | Fertility: 100**
Permanent Debuff: Broken
The connection returned, with the sting and hurt. With the pain.
But soon, Ed was gone. Body and mind. Remained Luxor as he closed his artificial hands. Then waddled around, feeling again the weight on his balls and the constant pressure in his guts.
Even that aspect had been recorded and employed, and the Whore was almost eager to be among the first in-game to experience the pleasures and woes of birth.
Still, as he moved, he soon felt one clawed hand close on his.
The pressure on his neck was brutal, palpable, making Luxor feel he was about to get his neck snapped. But no… Not as a muzzle approached and forced the former Barbarian into a kiss.
One that gave him the high and pleasure of the poison… Of a drug rushing to his system and making him feel happy, warm, satisfied, and embraced.
“Were you trying to leave your husband, whore?”
“Not at all,” mumbled Luxor, watching the Imperial bedroom before he was pulled by the Chimera's powerful arms and thrown on the bed, alongside the other concubines.
This time, the concubines were not the expected NPC slaves, practically broken dolls. Instead, there was a similar duo glancing at him, their holes and bodies covered with fluids. Except they still had their limbs. Except they were not pregnant. Except they were capable of talking as one old Ninja passed his hands behind his head and watched Luxor being forced on all fours… And rimmed.
The Whore moaned and groaned, his guts getting stretched by that tongue that curled along the organs, stretching them as if some kind of worm filled them.
And Luxor smiled, gripping the sheets while he felt another orgasm coming close.
“You are taking your time, you know?” asked Shadow, his legs outstretched and open, much like Steel. The two’s holes were gaping and oozing with Chimera cum, something just as dense, musky, and steamy as Minotaur cum.
And like an offering, they presented the abused rims to Luxor so he could swallow it… And enjoy it.
“Hrmph… Sorry. I was working overtime for a centaur scene,” moaned the Whore, speaking right to Steel, then Shadow’s swollen hole.
“Aren’t you lucky. You spend your day getting fucked while I have to record people like you,” groaned Shadow, playing with his released and tiny cock, a shame to see… But the Emperor was not noticing it.
“At least you can do this all day… I’ve yet to reach the full sync. You told me you’d help me with it.”
“We did?” asked Ninja, addressing the Whore currently eating his hole out and about to be fucked in the ass.
“Mrhaybe… Eggs.”
“Oh… yes.”
Shadow snapped his fingers, getting the Chimera’s attention, and one clawed hand grabbed him by the neck. Then, muzzle and lips met in a forced kiss, leaving Shadow out of breath. Meanwhile, Luxor… the Whore had his asshole doubly taken by the spine-covered dicks… By his husband’s dicks, which were so good, filling, and pleasant to have within.
“When,” coughed Shadow, smiling. “When Luxor is done with his daily breeding. Let’s find you some slimes so they stuff you with eggs. It’ll probably help you reach the threshold.”
“O… oghremph,” tried to articulate Luxor, his face pressed against the sheets.
“And a few ogres. They’ve got dicks that’ll split you in two, Steel.”
“Sounds… Exciting,” mumbled the Automaton, already stroking his artificial asshole. And the way he stroked that artificial rim, those fake muscles, and moaned… He was not far from being another dick-addicted actor whose life was dedicated to the game.