Chapter 14: A night at Drax’s place

How can I best describe my transformation from being a timid office worker into a raunchy biker chick? Or how that transformation has allowed me to satisfy my wildest dreams?

I suppose it’s the name association with the character in my Personality Compatibility Test that persuades me not to flee the moment I first meet Drax. Ever since I was old enough to understand life’s dangers, I have always believed that rough looking leather clad bikers wearing gang patches are the sort of guys I should keep well away from. That’s sound advice, which I completely ignore on this occasion.

Drax is by no means an angel. However, if you ignore the rough edges in his manner and appearance, he might just qualify as my knight in shining armour. Drax gives me a ride on his motorbike to the flat I share with Michael. As I feared, Michael hasn’t returned home after storming off in a rage. We have failed our Personality Compatibility Test, and somehow Michael regards it as entirely my fault because I didn’t see the need to take the test in the first place. Michael has driven off with all my money, credit cards, phone and keys in the back of the car. I can’t get into our flat, and with only three dollars in my jacket pocket, I am well and truly stuck. Fortunately, Drax comes to my aid a second time. He offers me a couch to crash on at his place for the night. I have no better alternative, so I accept. That’s my first dangerous step towards my transformation.

You might think that an attractive twenty-three year old woman in dire straits, placing herself in the hands of a scruffy leather clad biker she’s only just met, is an open invitation for a sexual experience that she will soon regret. But I’m desperate, and subconsciously I accept the price I might be expected to pay. But despite everything, Drax doesn’t take advantage of my vulnerability.

I’m sure Drax would fuck me if I gave him the slightest encouragement to do so. But despite Michael being an ass, and implying that our relationship is over, I’m not ready to let another man between my legs. That’s not to say I can’t find plenty of excuses for having sex with Drax. Excuse number one. The PCT test was a wild sexual adventure, albeit one that was entirely in my mind ... well, Michael’s too. Even though we failed the test, I am still on a high from the mind-blowing experience, and Michael is nowhere around to satisfy the desire in my loins.

The AI-controlled scenario has left me with a strange yearning. Sex with Michael is usually pleasant, but never as intense as what I experienced in the test. Michael and I have experimented with light bondage in our games, but nothing so restricting as my avatar endured during the test. The collar, fetters and chastity belt, coupled with my confinement in a cage, opened my eyes to how far I can go with that sort of treatment without freaking out. In a sense, the brutal treatment freed me from my inhibitions and helped me to understand myself better. I feel empowered, not subjugated. I simply want more of the same. Unfortunately, the test has obviously had the opposite effect on Michael.

Excuse number two. The condom in my pocket. That was a joke present from my friend June when she heard Michael and I were serious about getting married and we were taking the Personality Compatibly Test. She gave it to me “in case you fail the test and you need to get laid”. Was that precognition or just a huge coincidence?