Chapter 1: Bonny Bess

“Grunt ... Grunt ... Arrghhh! ... Take that, wench!” cries the stinking rum-stained pirate as he shoots his load into my well lubricated cunt.

A mind-blowing orgasm wracks through me as he thrusts even harder, draining every last drop of his cum into my innards. His gift joins those made by his two predecessors, who, along with other patrons of this wretched tavern, are watching my ravishment intently. For the price of a couple of drinks, any patron of the tavern can fuck one of the three serving wenches, although I seem to get more than my fair share of attention. The preferred location for the deed is over one of the tables in the public bar, but for a few coins more, it can be done in the privacy of an upstairs room. The low life scum who frequent this seedy tavern rarely bother with privacy. I don’t fully understand why I find it so thrilling to be fucked in this way by such repulsive men. It’s humiliating and degrading, and I’m loving every minute of it.

Disgusting as it is, this scenario isn’t what a casual observer might mistake it to be. My violator is Rob, my husband of four years. Not that being my husband gives him the right to treat me this way, and we’ll be having words about that later. The whole scene is a fantasy ... nothing more than a virtual reality game. Game? Well, perhaps something other than a game. A game has rules and a goal. This fantasy has neither. Which is what makes it appear to be so real. Did I do the right thing in agreeing to play? Perhaps I should have given more thought to the scene’s description before I consented. Too late to back out now, though.

The pause in my debasement gives me a few moments to reflect. How did I get myself into this situation? I’ve always been a sucker for ‘too-good-to-miss’ promotions on social media and in glossy magazines. Welcome to your Personal Artificial Intelligence Generated Environment said the marketing blurb. ‘PAIGE. Your ability to create your wildest virtual reality fantasies, all in the comfort and privacy of your own home’.

Rob has always been a keen player of virtual reality games, so I wasn’t the only one easily seduced by the marketing. However, our reasons for showing an interest in PAIGE were very different. The sorts of virtual reality games Rob likes to play ... those featuring rampaging barbarians, deadly ninja warriors or nefarious thieves ... only confirm to me that he’s a 27 year old teenager. While I’ve matured since Rob and I married, he keeps regressing into childhood. It’s something which has been putting a strain on our relationship. The prospect of PAIGE helping to patch up our marriage was something I thought worth considering. Rob simply liked the idea of owning the latest virtual reality toy.

Rob is always happy for me to join in his games, and every now and then I do so. But I find the helmets and equipment needed to play regular virtual reality games are very cumbersome, and they limit the realism of the games played. And each time you replay a game you are faced with a nearly identical situation to the ones you’ve played before. Unsurprisingly, many games soon become boring and a new one needs to be purchased. Fortunately, Rob and I have well paid jobs, so it’s an extravagance we can afford.

We responded to the advertisement and a large pack of brochures arrived by courier a few days later. After reading all the publicity material provided, I was at least willing to consider a 30-day trial. In the end it was my step-sister Mikaela who persuaded us to give PAIGE a try. A week later and we had our own PAIGE installed in our spare room. Ten days after that we are getting the hang of playing inside the fantasy worlds PAIGE can create. The scenes created by PAIGE are so lifelike, complete with sounds and smells ... or at least, the sensation of sounds and smells in my mind.

Because PAIGE is self-contained we don’t need to use helmets or other equipment. Once you get used to lying in something alarmingly like a large coffin, the rest is easy. Well, easy if you take the sensible precaution of wearing one of the special diapers provided. Rob initially refused to wear a diaper saying that diapers are for babies and incontinent old men. Big mistake. Rob came out of our first full length game with soiled trousers. The games are so lifelike that apparently inexperienced players can sometimes lose control of their real bodily functions while they are immersed in a scene.

What makes PAIGE so special, however, is the ability for two players to mould a generic starting scene into their own shared fantasy. Furthermore, PAIGE analyses and stores any changes or customisations we make to a scene, and it adds compatible changes of its own. It means that each time a scene is replayed, it is unique. ‘Deep learning’ is Mikaela’s term for the way PAIGE is able to evolve the scene over several iterations into our ideal shared fantasy. She’s a computer software developer, so I guess she knows what she’s talking about.

I don’t understand the technical gobbledygook, and I doubt Rob knows more than the basics. Even though the installation process seemed simple, I was relieved when Mikaela came to help with the set-up procedures. Mikaela and I don’t always get on, and I know that she and Rob have a ‘history’ neither likes to talk about. Mikaela had already moved away from home when my father married Mikaela’s mother ten years ago. Consequently she and I have never lived together as family. Our relationship is normally limited to family gatherings at Christmas.

Rob and I both had reservations about answering some of the very personal questions asked as part of the set-up process and we were tempted to give false answers. But we agreed that PAIGE needed to know something about our individual traits if it is going to help create our perfect fantasy. According to the set-up instructions, developing a fantasy scene with another person requires cooperation and mutual understanding ... that’s not something Rob is usually very good at and our PAIGE needs to be ready to adapt accordingly.

The inbuilt training scenario was easy to play and we both felt confident as we started our first proper game. Our first attempt at jointly creating a fantasy was a bit weak, but it at least identified some common interests in how our fantasy scenes should evolve. Now we are playing out the fifth replay of our 17th century Caribbean Island scene ... plenty of swashbuckling pirates and skulduggery to keep Rob happy, and no shortage of sex hungry men for me to enjoy. We adjusted the scene’s parameters before we started this iteration. It should have less violence and more sex than the previous iteration, which ended abruptly when Rob was killed in a tavern brawl. Getting the various settings right for the level of violence, sex and a whole host of other factors, takes some experimentation. The trial version we are using doesn’t allow us to change all the settings, nor use the full range of options for those factors we can control. Nevertheless there are plenty of options open to us so I’ve no complaints about these restrictions.

Each time we play we have revealed new boundaries in our sexual fantasies. It’s as though we are each pushing the other into more perverse sexual acts. I never realised Rob gets a thrill at seeing me being fucked by another man. I thought he’d be jealous, but apparently not ... at least not while the sex is confined to our fantasy world. The scene still needs some work before it satisfies my idea of a perfect fantasy, but we are making good progress.

My attention returns to our fantasy scene. Rob, in his role as a pirate on shore leave, isn’t put off by my ploy of having two other pirates ravish me before he gets his turn. Nor am I put off by Rob’s trick of dousing his clothes in foul smelling fluids of which stale sweat and cheap rum are the two most prominent odours. In fact both our acts seem to arouse the other towards more powerful orgasms. Rob finishes fucking me and prepares to join his comrades in another round of drinks.