Chapter 14: The Wicked Goddess

Michelle/Mikaela is in no hurry, so I resign myself to endure an endless stream of orgasms until I collapse from exhaustion. My body is aroused to the extent that it’s practically out of my control, but my mind is still functioning ... at least in between orgasms. How has Mikaela managed to pull off this stunt? My libido is ridiculously high despite the perilous situation I face. And it’s my constant arousal which gives me a clue. Before long I have no doubt that Mikaela is controlling what happens to me inside PAIGE. Mikaela’s interference explains why PAIGE’s sex parameter is suddenly locked to maximum and why I’m a willing submissive while I’m inside PAIGE.

Sex is the key to Mikaela’s control. My resistance to her power is inversely proportional to my state of arousal ... the more aroused I am, the less I can resist her control. Which is why she is keeping me in my current state of ecstasy. How can I use that knowledge to break away from her control?

Michelle turns her attention back to me. She checks that the vibrator is still doing its dastardly deed and she seems delighted that my own juices are flowing in abundance from between my thighs.

“You are a hot little slut, aren’t you Kylie? As a treat you can watch Rob service his mistress,” laughs Michelle/Mikaela.

“What do you want with us, Mikaela?” I ask, just managing to complete the question before another orgasm wracks through me.

“The key will do for starters,” replies Mikaela, waiting until my orgasm has passed. “After that, we shall see what future service you may be able to provide. Perhaps I’ll allow you to be my toilet slave. I’m sure you’d like to be my toilet slave. It’s what my pathetic step-sister deserves.”

“A key to what? How am I supposed to provide a key I don’t have?”

“Think hard and you will know the answer. You need to focus on finding the key. That’s the only task which matters to you now.”

Michelle produces a ball gag and fixes it into my mouth. I’m reduced to silence. Then she scoops some of my juices from my bench and smears a thin layer over the rubber cock attached to the gimp’s pants. She returns for a second scoop, but this time smears it around the air holes in his hood. Rob will smell my nectar and think that he’s fucking me rather than Mikaela. But Rob isn’t really here, so what purpose does this exercise achieve.

All this time the devilish pleasure from the vibrator is driving me wild with lust. The sight of Michelle mounting the gimp only makes things worse. My next orgasm is so powerful that my juices squirt out onto the floor in a torrent. I’m hopelessly in Michelle/Mikaela’s thrall and I’ve no idea when I’m going to be able to return to some form of normality. I’m not even sure that I want this delicious torment to end.

Michelle takes her time achieving an orgasm from riding the gimp’s rubber cock. I doubt the gimp achieved any sexual pleasure, but while he remains in his enclosed state it is impossible to tell. Michelle/Mikaela is delighted at my disgraceful mess on the floor. With her immediate needs satisfied, she takes mercy on me and removes both the vibrator and my gag.

“I’m going to let you return home now, Kylie. But remember that I control you, body and soul,” she says without explaining how she can do that once I’m outside of PAIGE. “Return here at seven o’clock tomorrow night, but don’t try entering PAIGE before then. Obey me and be rewarded; disobey and you’ll suffer punishments you can only imagine in your worst nightmares.” No sooner are the words out of her mouth than the familiar sound and swirling lights signal my return to reality.

I scramble out of the pod feeling totally exhausted. My mind and body is still coming down from the massive orgasms I experienced inside PAIGE. My diaper is sopping wet from multiple real life orgasms. I check the clock and realise that I’ve been inside PAIGE for nearly two hours. Mikaela must have been telling the truth and is somehow overriding the settings I entered into PAIGE.

Rob is still snoring his head off on the rug where I left him. He’s not going to be any help to me for a while. Clearly the gimp in last scenario wasn’t really Rob. I make a drink and try to calm my body and steady my nerves. This is getting far more dangerous than anything I recall experiencing before. And despite Mikaela’s efforts to dissuade me, I realise that I still care deeply about Rob.

That night my disturbed sleep is haunted by dreams I can’t understand. Snippets of events and activities which make no sense at all. Memories of people and places which come to the forefront of my mind and then fragment into a million pieces. And throughout all this I have a burning desire to masturbate. A weakness I surrender to on more than one occasion.

Over breakfast I quickly tell Rob about my experiences inside PAIGE last night. He listens to my story, but he dismisses the whole thing as a crazy but harmless fantasy. To prove his point he agrees to join me when I return to the scenario tonight. Despite Rob’s words, I still feel shaken and I’m not willing to risk re-entering PAIGE before the time Michelle/Mikaela specified. Of course, I could telephone Mikaela and question her, but I keep finding reasons to avoid doing so. I suppose the main reason for my compliance is the lingering pleasure from the sexual arousal generated during the scene. I’m hungry for sex and I’m willing to demean myself by meekly complying with Mikaela/Michelle’s orders in order to get more.

Seven o’clock is approaching but so far Rob is a no-show. I’ve tried calling him to find out the reason for his delay, but his calls are simply diverted to answerphone. It’s not unheard of for him to be delayed at work, but tonight is a bad time for that to happen. With only a few minutes to spare I receive a message saying that he’s only just left a meeting and that he won’t be home until nearly eight o’clock. I cannot wait that long so I risk entering PAIGE on my own.

As if to prove that Mikaela has control of our PAIGE unit, the necessary parameters to access the cavern scene are already set in PAIGE’s control panel. All I need to do is press the ‘start’ button and lie down in my coffin like couch as the timer counts down to zero. The familiar swirling lights and sounds return me to Michelle’s cavern. The scene is identical to the one I left last night. It’s as though everyone else has been frozen in time.

“Have you brought the key?” demands Michelle as she walks over to me.