The Jungles of Cirkon: Stage 01

"No kidding," he grinned. "The tutorial doesn't give you much more than the basics."

"Can you tell me more?" I asked sheepishly, sinking onto one of the LOOT BOXES. "Like you mentioned a stage select hub, but I just got dumped here."

"Right, so this is Lex's starting world -that's you right, Lex?" I nodded and he continued. "So it's different for each character, we all have different starting points and back stories. Once you beat your starting stage, you can access the stage select hub and play the rest in any order, except for the final stage obviously.

"Each world is completely open, as you can see," he gestured all around. "There's all kinds of secrets and hidden upgrades to help you level up, a few arenas for PVP battles if you're into that, but eventually you have to go back and run the main course up to the villain's lair and win the BOSS BATTLE to finish the stage."

"I see," I said as a shiver ran up my spine. I had been distracted while we were running through the jungle, but now I was starting to feel all hot and bothered again. "So, um, what about all the weird sex mechanics," I shifted uncomfortably and hoped Clay wasn't looking at me. "Do all the MOBs try to rape you as part of their attacks?"

"Most of them," he replied. "But it's just against female characters," he sighed and gave me an apologetic look. "I don't know what else to tell you, it's just that kind of game."

"Of course, it is," I growled.

"Any way, don't envy us guys too much," Clay went on. "There are some surprisingly unpleasant torture mechanics we have to deal with."

Judging from the pain I experienced fighting ZAUK's I believed him. I mean I knew games like this existed, and if people enjoyed them fine, but being trapped in one against your will wasn't fun! To make matters worse I was stuck in this, admittedly enticing, female body, with monsters that wanted to rape and molest me around every corner. Finding out the other option was some twisted torture mechanics, didn't make it any better. And to top it all off, none of the other players could log out to tell the operators that anything was wrong, and for some reason we were sealed in suspended animation pods so maybe we'd never be logged out, and... and...

...and I was crying again.

I turned away, wiping my cheeks and trying not to snivel so Clay wouldn't hear me. The flood of emotions was overwhelming and I had no hope of holding it back. I felt so weak and helpless and afraid...and a sudden sympathy for every woman I'd ever rolled my eyes at for being "so emotional". With tears streaming down my cheeks, I dropped my face in my hands and tried to let it out as quietly as possible.

After a moment I felt a hand on my shoulder and looked up to see Clay smiling down at me warmly.

"Don't worry, okay," he said, pulling me to my feet. For the first time I realized how much taller he was than me. "Look, it's still just a game and eventually someone will figure out how to get us out of here."

"You believe that?" I sniffled, feeling his strong, warm grip squeezing my slender arms (SP: 32).

"Of course," he replied. He had removed his glasses, so I could see his deep brown eyes. "Till then we just have to make the best of things here."

My eyes were totally locked by his gaze, I felt like I couldn't turn away. My hands where braced against his chest, feeling his muscles flex as he pulled me a little closer.

"Wh-what do you mean?" I stammered.

"What else," he responded and pulled me into a kiss.

Instantly my heart was racing and my knees melted together. His warm lips pressed firmly against the unexpected plumpness of my own, taking my breath away. Feeling his tongue darting forward insistently, I parted those full lips for him. (SP: 34)

I was suddenly breathless, almost panting as if he's sucked the air right out me. "Wait...wait, hold on..."

"For what?" he grinned, wrapping his arms a little tighter around me. "I know you're Stim points are high, would you rather go MASTURBATE behind one of these trees."

Blushing furiously, I looked away. Of course, he knew about that part of the game too. Suddenly I was stuck between a rock and a hard place, or rather a tree and his hard place. I couldn't deny that I wanted him, or at least this body wanted him, although it was getting harder to maintain the distinction. IRL I was a man, a straight man, and never once attracted to another guy before. Could I really go through with something like this?

"Come on," he hummed. "Let me help you clear that bar?"

It wasn't the sexiest thing I'd ever heard, but the deep tone of his voice poured into my ear like honey. His hands slid down my back and grabbed two firm handfuls of my ample booty. Squeezing my ass, he pulled me even closer. I could feel the fullness of my sensitive breasts pressing against his rock-hard chest. Feeling the strength and warmth of his masculine body enfolding me, sent an electric quiver down my spine into my hips and I felt my pussy getting wet. (SP: 35)

I could feel every curve of my body trembling against his rigid frame and it left me feeling completely feminine. Whatever I was IRL, I was a woman here, and the question became could stop myself from going through with this, even if I wanted to?

Throwing my arms around his neck, I pulled myself up to kiss him again. He squeezed my butt firmly and lifted me up off the ground with ease. I'd never felt so light, almost insubstantial. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed my soft little tongue into his hot mouth. He spun us around and carried me to the tent where I was deposited on the bedroll. (SP:37)

I giggled nervously as his strong hands pulled off my clothes. I was naked again in no time, and felt another rush of embarrassment. It was different this time, a sort of uncertain excitement as I looked down at my plump round breasts, and my hairless little vagina. Clay tore off his clothes almost as quickly and as he loomed over my I felt so small.

I noticed his own Stim counter had appeared over his head: Clay SP: 10.

Then I got very nervous, and slowly dragged my eyes down his predictably chiseled body. He was in perfect condition of course, and the site of his powerful chest, and ripped abs made my heart flutter and my already erect nipples tingle and ache. My eyes continued down to his erection and I felt my breath catch. It was big, bigger than I expected, actually I hadn't known what to expect. It looked powerful, jutting forth in a way I could only describe by saying; I felt like it was aimed at me. I'd never been at this end of a dick, and I suddenly felt intimidated.

"Impressive isn't it?" Clay gloated. "Some designer knew what he was doing!"

I couldn't respond, my mouth hung open and my eyes were transfixed. I knew what I wanted to do, but...wait, want? Yes, I definitely wanted to now. I reached out, grabbed the thick shaft and leaned down, only hesitating a moment before wrapping my plump lips around the head of his cock! It slid into my mouth so easily. I pressed my tongue against it, feeling every ridge and vein, as I began to bob my head up and down. The taste, the warmth in my mouth, the tense hardness of the shaft as I stroked it with my lips, something about it all felt so right and sent a cascade of arousal down my chest and stomach that ended with a gush between my thighs. (SP: 38)

Above me I heard Clay groan, he may have said something but I didn't pay much attention. I was too busy sucking his cock! I fell into it completely, bobbing my head and sucking eagerly at the rigid member. Feeling it fill my mouth, so warm and hard, sliding so far in, and then a little further each time. As I varied my speed, or depth, from time to time it would twitch in response and give me a little surge of excitement. I began to taste salty little spurts of precum mixing with my saliva and soon my lips were dripping. (SP: 39)

Suddenly I felt Clay's hands on my shoulder, he gripped tight and shoved me back surprisingly hard. I flopped onto the bedroll with a shrill yelp. He loomed over me, grinning widely: CLAY SP: 24.

He grabbed my trembling knees and pushed them apart, spreading my legs. Feeling myself splayed out like that filled me with an abject vulnerability. I was nervous again, trembling in anticipation as Clay reached down, sliding his strong fingers along my dripping seam. I squirmed, moaning softly as he spread my pussy wide open and positioned for penetration... (SP: 40)

He left me hanging in anticipation for a long moment, nipples aching, every curve tensed, legs quivering and my eager, wet pussy just waiting to be taken. I'd never felt so vulnerable as I did in that moment, or so surrendered. Knowing he was about to plunge that stiff rigid cock into me...and wanting him to!

Looking up at Clay again, I realized he didn't know there was a guy trapped under these quivering breasts (not that I felt like it in the least at that moment), or that this was technically my first time with a man...but he did know exactly the anticipatory torture he was inflicting on me. I took a deep breath, and licked my lips, still tasting him, and completely failed to calm my nerves. I couldn't seem to form any words, so I gave his arms an eager tug and made a needy, pleading little whimper.

"Awe," he mocked me, grin widening and before I could respond slammed his cock into my pussy! (SP: 45!)

I cried out feeling him fill me up in a sudden rush that made my toes go instantly numb! He didn't wait any longer, and began pounding my cunt straight away. An explosion of pre-orgasmic energies blew through me making my head spin. I writhed beneath him, moaning blissfully, feeling his manhood thrust deep inside of me, again and again!! (SP: 45-46-47)

I look at him through bleary eyes, barely able, and not too interested in reading his Stim counter: CLAY SP: 26-27-28.

His hands clamped down on my shoulders, pinning me to the bed roll. I grabbed his arms, fingers trembling over his tensed muscles. He fucked me so hard my hips came up off the ground with every thrust. I gasped and moaned in rhythm, as his cock felt like a piston between my legs. (SP: 47-48-49)

My pussy gushed around his shaft, and a primal moan burst from my throat! His rod pumped in and out, filling and stretching me until my hips ached with the strain! White heat rushed through me, igniting the pre-orgasmic energies already permeating every curve! (SP: 50!!)

I cried out, cumming harder than I ever had as a man! My entire body tensed, coiling around Clay in a moment of desperate need and sublime release.

"Yes! Oh fuck yes!" Clay groaned, and I felt him spasm violently, before white hot cum gushed inside of me. He pumped a few more times, filling me with semen until I could feel the sticky stuff leaking out of my pussy, dripping down onto the bedroll.

As my body relaxed and I melted against the sleeping bag, something flashed before my eyes, the words: CLAY HAS MAXED OUT YOUR STIM!! No argument there, I thought, but then it was immediately followed up by a red flashing: YOU LOSE!!

"What the hell?" I said out loud, finding the strength to sit up. "Did you see...?" Before I could finish Clay took my wrists and clamped two wide metal bracelets around them.

YOU ARE NOW CLAY'S PRISONER!! Flashed before my eyes.

A glowing strand of energy appeared between the two (what I now realized to be) manacles. Then a skimpy red bikini appeared on my body. I sat there completely dumbfounded, staring at my shackles for too long of a moment. Finally, I looked up at Clay.

He regarded me with a supremely smug expression and shrugged. "Sorry babe, what else can I tell ya, it's just that kind of game!"

Next...Not So Safe Zone