Wild Times in Virtual Reality: Total Immersion VR Adventures Unlimited LitRPG

by Garth Ono

  "You're going to be a lot of fun, my pet," the Queen said to Tom. "Maybe more fun than my pet Ariana."

  I caught Tom's eyes, and shook my head. No way was he more fun. For half a second, he actually looked annoyed. Tom stiffened when he looked back at the Queen of the Vampires. It took me a second to realize she had caught him in her hypnotic gaze.

  "You are mine, my pet," Vanessa said. "I own you body and soul. Kneel."

  Tom knelt before her without hesitation. I smiled. She'd entranced him, and now was about to claim my friend. Once bitten, he'd be as slavishly devoted as me. My heart raced in anticipation. Even my nether regions tingled.

  The Queen squatted before him, staring deeply into his eyes for a while. Did she stare into my eyes that long? It only felt like a few seconds.

  "Feel my fangs," she whispered, and kissed him.

  My tongue reached out, recalling that heady moment. Tom moaned into her kiss, and it became more intense and passionate. Queen Vanessa pressed her body against his, molding herself to my friend. Their kiss seemed to go on and on. Maybe I was just jealous.

  When she released his lips, Tom was left panting and staring at her adoringly. She detached the leash, and handed it to me. Then she removed the collar and buckled it back around my throat, before she returned to her throne.

  "Tom, crawl to me," Queen Vanessa commanded.

  I watched him obey. Tom crawled naked up those three steps, not caring that hundreds of eyes were watching. He only had eyes for Queen Vanessa. She scooted her right foot forward a bit.

  "Lick boot, my pet. Work your way up, and make it sexy."

  He kissed the toe of her booted foot, and then started licking. Tom licked her boot with some enthusiasm, which reminded me he did seem to check out any high-heels at work. Did the Vampire Queen figure out he had a shoe fetish? Or did he just get lucky?

  Tom groaned wantonly when he started licking her long, thin stiletto heel. His erection was rock hard. I decided he got lucky no matter why she ordered him to do it.

  "Ariana, I'll entertain your friend," Queen Vanessa said, claiming my full attention. "What did you say your other friend's name was?"

  "Charlie," I replied. "He's a drow wizard."

  "Perfect. I adore the drow," she purred, but watching Tom. "Bring him to me. Give me Charlie."

  I bowed, determined to make her happy. If my mistress wanted Charlie, she would have him. My insides filled with butterflies. I hoped capturing him proved as much fun as Tom.

  Chapter 16

  Returning to the hunt, I forced my way through the crowd. No one was paying attention to me, or getting out of my way. Everyone was raptly watching Tom slavishly pleasure their beautiful Queen. It got especially thick near the exit into the foyer.

  I stopped and looked up at the three towering minotaurs. They were the three white longhorn looking fellows and they were all male, because I could see all of their business. Did they go everywhere naked? Or did they disrobe upon arrival?

  "Excuse me."

  They didn't move. No one even glanced at me. Was I invisible or something?

  "Pardon me, I'm on the Queen's business and I need to get past you," I said a lot louder. Nothing. That really ticked me off. "Get your tiny Chihuahua dicks out of my way!"

  That got their attention. Fired them right up, too. Three sets of furious eyes turned to me, and I saw hands curling into fists. I smirked back up at them.

  "I've seen bigger dicks on Shetland ponies," I said.

  The middle minotaur bellowed before he took a swing at me. All hell broke loose. People scattered, while I ducked and raced through the opening I used the minotaurs to create. Of course, the three of them followed fast on my heels. So I yanked over the suit of armor just outside the door and tripped two of them. Then I cut toward the Wizard's Tower stairs, but reversed directions halfway there. The last minotaur was almost upon me.

  Ducking under his reaching hand, I turned and shoved him with all of my might. The big, mean minotaur went tumbling down the stairs into the Crypt. Let the liches and zombies deal with him.

  By that time, the other two were charging me. So I ran out the front door, and immediately pressed back against the wall to one side. They raced past and out to the middle of the street. I took the opportunity to sneak back inside and go straight up the Wizard's Tower stairs. I didn't stop until I was on the next level up, where I paused to get my breath and listen for pursuit.

  "Well, that worked out well," I muttered.

  The Wizard's Tower was set up differently than the Champion's Tower. Instead of a single corridor bisecting each level, the stairs ran up the middle of the tower, leaving a considerably large "well" from top to bottom I could look up. And there were no hallways, just a large circular room around the stairwell. I counted seven dead drow warriors scattered around the room.

  "Charlie is so messy," I said, shaking my head. "I bet his apartment is a health hazard. If he wins the contest, then I'll make him bang me in my own bed."

  Funny how before we played that game I'd never entertain the notion of sleeping with either of my friends. That would change our dynamics, and probably result in the end of our friendships. But now, I was ready, willing, and eager to play all kinds of dirty little games with them. The question was, would I still feel the same way after the game session ended?

  I'd get my answer in a few hours.

  All of the doors on that level were open, and their guardians dead. Charlie was still above me, so I headed up the stairs. Moving a little more cautiously, I pulled my sword and dagger. I heard something halfway up, so slowed my pace.

  The next floor was decorated in red, with lots of gilt work. It looked like a whore house. I spotted four naked women. All dead. They were gorgeous, raven-maned, with fangs and a barbed tail. I concentrated on one of them.

  Cassandra. Succubus.

  "What great self-control, Charlie boy," I whispered. "Tom couldn't resist a taste."

  Two of the doors were still closed, so I checked them. I didn't want any bad boys or girls to sneak up behind me. I found two more dead succubi in the rooms, one tangled in damp sheets. Maybe he didn't resist them all.

  A man moved out of the shadows and blocked the door. He was tall and muscular, with long sun-bleached blonde hair that really popped next to his deep tan. All he wore was a furry loincloth, boots, and a sword belt. My first thought was "Surfer." I looked over his head.

  Joey. Barbarian warrior.

  "Was the name 'Conan' already taken, Joey?"

  "My real life name is Conan, so I find Joey exotic," he said. "You're Ari? As in air-head bimbo?"

  "Oh my god, your avatar should be a troll."

  He grinned. Despite his overall attractiveness, it was an ugly little expression on him. I followed my instincts and shifted into a fighting stance. Then I indicated the dead succubus.

  "Your work?" I asked. He nodded. "Love 'em and leave 'em isn't enough? You have to kill them, too?"

  He barked a laugh. "Yeah. I love this game." His merry eyes hardened. "Now I have to kill you."

  "That's going to suck for you," I said, all nice and sweetly. "IF, and that's a big if, you managed to off me, I'll make your life miserable. You see, I'm not a nice succubus NPC who will stay dead, but a player. I'll respawn immediately just a short way up the road. And then, I'll return and tell the vampires what you are up to here." His eyes widened. "Yes, sir, you will be in deep doody."

  "Bitch."

  "Uh, excuse me. This is a fantasy-based game. I'll thank you to insult me with 'wench.'"

  "I'm going to insult you with a yard of steel up your – "

  "Hey! Keep it clean, troll."

  We charged each other. Meeting halfway, I traded blows for a few seconds. He was considerably stronger, but I was faster. Parrying his sword rattled my bones, but I was able to get past his guard a few times to leave numerous little cuts on his arms, legs, and chest. It ended when he smashed my sword so hard my hands went numb and I dropped it.

  "
Don't be hasty!" I cried as he backed me up against the wall, his sword at my throat. "If you let me live I'll let you play with my tits."

  His eyes dropped to my chest. That's all I wanted. Slapping the sword aside, I pressed close and stabbed at his heart with the dagger. Joey turned sideways, receiving a long cut across his chest. He continued turning right, so I spun away to the left and took off running for the door. I deftly snatched up my sword on the way to the door.

  My first thought was to head up the stairs and find Charlie. Together, we could make short work of Joey the Barbarian. Only I turned the wrong way once out of the room, and that allowed Joey to run over and defend the stairs.

  We glared at each other across the stairwell.

  "Surrender, Ari. You're trapped."

  "So are you," I replied. "Neither of us can go up and down without the other coming after us. So what do we do now?"

  He shrugged. "I can out wait you. I'm just two hours into a seventy-two hour session."

  The bastard. In a few hours I'll just wink out, session over. But so will Charlie, who was somewhere above us. Joey didn't know that, unless he was eavesdropping on me. I couldn't remember if I'd spoken aloud or not. I do have a bad habit of talking to myself. I'm working on it.

  Charlie should've reached the top of Wizard's Tower by now. Hell, he should've reached the top, and come back down. So where was he? Could he have learned about the High Altar in the Temple of Blood and gone down into the Crypts? Suddenly, my prospects weren't looking so good.

  "Listen, JB."

  "JB?"

  I smiled. "Joey the Barbarian. Listen, you're right. My session is going to end in a few minutes. I just want to find my friend to make plans when we'll hook up in the game again. So I won't interfere with your quest or anything. You do your thing, and I'll do mine. Deal?"

  "No deal. I don't trust you."

  So I leaned over the railing and screamed down into the stairwell. "HELP! INTRUDER! INTRUDER!"

  Utter chaos erupted down below. Joey stared incredulously at me. I wagged my brows.

  "Before they kill me, I'm going to make sure they know you're going to keep coming back each time you respawn, so they'll be waiting for you," I said. "And that, my friend, is what they mean by beware of a woman scorned."

  "Orcs!" Joey cried, dropping into a defensive stance at the top of the stairs.

  Orc warriors stormed up. I didn't bother counting them. The count was officially way too many. The fact I called the alarm wasn't going to save me, either.

  Why didn't I ask Queen Vanessa to grant me some kind of magical pass?

  Living and learning in virtual reality, that was me. Now I just had to learn how to remember my mistakes and not repeat them over and over again. It was a problem.

  Joey proved an impressive warrior. He stood like a rock. The orc horde crashed into him, but he slashed, stabbed, and kicked. I watched slack-jawed as he held them bottled up on the stairs. Yeah, I was impressed. Of course, he was as tall and thick-thewed at as an orc.

  He must've killed a dozen of the big, ugly buggers before they established a beachhead. Joey was forced to retreat, but instead of moving up the stairs, he chose to back around toward me. The orcs split up and came around both sides at us. In nothing flat Joey and I were fighting back-to-back.

  I kicked, stabbed and slashed open bellies, doing everything I could to fight off those blood-thirsty orcs. I hadn't felt so hard-pressed all night. It was kind of thrilling, but the prospect of being slaughtered was sobering. I had a real bad feeling it was going to hurt like nothing I'd ever known before. Sometimes virtual reality could be too real.

  "This is a fine mess you've gotten us into, missy."

  Joey the Barbarian had obviously been killed before by the desperate way he fought to stay alive. Knowing that bigger, stronger guy was worried just frightened me more.

  "That's what you get for being such a troll. You insisted on killing me," I replied. "This way I take you with me."

  "If you'd just ran down the stairs like you should've, I would've let you go," he said. "I don't want to kill you."

  Now he decides to play nice. Figures. And men say women are crazy.

  "Aaiiee, son of a bitch!" I screamed when an orc got past my guard and opened up a red line across my ribs. Totally ruined my corset. Would it be whole again when I respawned? Or would the damage remain? If I had to use my real world money to buy new clothes I was going to be one pissed puppy. "That hurt!"

  I kicked him in the nuts, and then opened up his throat. Another orc moved in, sword poised to thrust though my heart. My breath caught, body tensed, and then Joey spun around and decapitated the monster. I took his vacated spot, and whacked another orc's leg off just above the knee.

  "Thanks for the save."

  The orcs all bellowed war cries and redoubled their efforts. That fight became a blur of bestial faces, blood, guts, and my increasingly aching arms and shoulders. It seemed to go on forever, until…

  "Wow!" Joey gasped out. "We did it. We won."

  Sword and dagger fell out of my numb fingers. I stood there trembling, gasping for air, and looking around. The bodies were waist high around us. I'd never seen so much blood, in a game or out. I was drenched in it, as was Joey.

  We looked at each other. Our eyes locked, and electricity rippled through me. Our shared gaze smoldered, and then got hotter and hotter.

  I threw myself at him and he met me halfway.

  Our kiss was deep, hungry, and white hot. All thought vanished. I was acting on pure instinct as I unfastened his belt. Belt and loincloth fell away. Joey got my corset off, before he lost patience and ripped the shirt off my back. And then swept me up in his arms.

  Still kissing, he carried me into a bedroom and placed me gently on the bed. I crawled back to the middle of the bed even as he pulled off my boots, and then peeled my tight pants away.

  Joey started with my toes, and kissed, nibbled, and sucked his way up my squirming body. It didn't take too long, since we were both panting with need. My legs spread wide, inviting him in. The barbarian warrior slipped up between them, while smothering my tits with kisses. I grabbed his erection and guided him straight in.

  "Ooooh, yes. Yes. Yes!" I cried, back bowing as I felt his enormity stretch me out.

  We screwed in a hot rush. My body exploded with ultimate pleasure three times, while he humped away like a madman. It was glorious.

  Chapter 17

  We lay tangled in the sheets with each other huffing and puffing, basking in the afterglow. I worried how long it would be before word got out just how awesome sex was in virtual reality. The next day mothers would march on Washington to ruin all of our good times.

  Way too many people didn't want anyone to have fun.

  "It's been fun, Joey," I said. I sat up and swung my feet over the side. "But I have to find my friend before our session ends, and you have to get back to fighting this dungeon."

  He shrugged. Not my problem if the man wasn't ready to move on, but I had a task to perform. The Queen must be obeyed. Thankfully, her influence didn't stop me from an occasional dalliance. And speaking of dalliances, I couldn't wait to get my hands on a certain drow wizard.

  Joey watched me intently while I dressed. He was definitely a breast man. I gave him a little show by starting with my too tight pants. After that struggle ended in victory for me, I put on my shirt, and then my thigh boots.

  "Would you be a peach and help me with my corset?"

  Joey rolled out of bed, looking so fine in nothing at all. The temperature in the room rose a few degrees. His hands felt too good on my body, and he proved rather good at squeezing girls into tight clothes. The big barbarian kept my long hair out of the way, while tightening straps he should've never touched taking the corset off earlier.

  While I made my final adjustments, Joey pressed up behind me and put a very gaudy necklace on me. It was long and heavy, and it had lots of sparkly jewels that dangled down into my cleavage. Not something I would've pic
ked out.

  "And I have a gift for you."

  "Thank you. It's lovely."

  It was also coming off five seconds after we parted company. I gave him a hug and kiss, and headed for the door. Even though Charlie had more than enough time to search the tower, and was probably downstairs, I had to continue going up in my search. I wondered if there was a spell or talisman I could acquire to find my friends in future sessions.

  "Stop," Joey said.

  I obeyed. Or, my body did. My brain was still walking, and had to readjust itself a second later.

  "What the hell?"

  "Kneel."

  I lowered myself to the floor and knelt. Joey started dressing. I slanted a look over my shoulder, and he grinned at me.

  "The necklace is enchanted. It's a talisman to make the wearer obey whomever wears this ring," he said, holding up one hand. There was a large ring on the middle finger. "So you have to obey my every command."

  "Well that sucks," I said. "Why does everybody want to control me like this?"

  He laughed. "It's fun. Mind control is a thing, baby."

  My mind didn't seem to be controlled. Queen Vanessa had me under a form of mind control, but for some reason that seemed perfectly normal to me. I should obey her. But Joey's necklace only controlled my body. I didn't want to serve him.

  "This is how you reward women after they give you everything?"

  "I'm a troll, remember?" he said. "Bad guy. Evil barbarian. And, that last fight convinced me I need a meat shield."

  "I'm a rogue, not a knight, paladin, or warrior. I don't have the skillset to be your tank," I said. "And I don't have the health points or armor or anything that'll allow me to survive long."

  "Aw, that's so cute. You think I care," he said, patting my head. "Your pain, suffering, and death will help me beat this dungeon. And when I do, I'll be the most powerful man in the city. Queen Vanessa will be my bitch and obey my ever wish and desire."