The year was 2035. The future of online and virtual reality play had finally arrived with a firebrand new virtual world game, that included a helmet if you didn't own one, for audition and seeing in the game and either digital codes for secret plan or a small disk the size of a SD memory card. This new system of rules was named eastern United States of Nowhere or EON for short. Inside this gaming practical reality, you could pick to be and do anything your ticker desired. The write up begins on one fateful, nighttime and stormy night in a minor townspeople, not unlike any other one. It centers around a waitress named Carrie and her experiences with East of Nowhere.

( Man, I'm beat…. Working 13 hours on your feet all day, and dealing with rude ass customer and their small fry is a living hell ; especially when the parents aren't paying attention to their kids, and the kids are running around and screaming the like little monsters… ) 25-year-old Carrie said to herself after she got off her shimmy at the dining car at 9 PM. She clocks out in the cover of the diner near the kitchen, swiping her keycard, and says salutary bye to her coworkers and best friend Kristie. After Kristie finishes with her current customer, she starts talking to Carrie as she walks her to the hostess stand."Are you going to be here tomorrow ?"Kristie asks."No, I won't be here for the next couplet years. I'm on a four-day vacation, it's the only solar day I could get off with the new management. I'll see you as soon as I get back"She tells Kristie. She can try the rainwater pounding on the tin cap, and see it pouring down the front windows. ( Ugh, it's raining again. ) she thinks to herself. She tells the hostess and Nox manager good night. Her manager gives her, her current check, and she turns around and walk to the front door.

The manager yells"Wait real number quick ! Are you going to be here tomorrow ?"“ I'm on vacation for the future few Day. I'll see you when I get back."She tells him as she pushes it undecided and starts to run through the parking lot to her beat up aged fashion model car before she got soaked by the hard, cold pounding rain. She stops at the car door and fumbles with her keys, trying to unlock her car. She finally gets it unlocked and gets in and bang the room access shut. She looks at her scout and sees it's a short after 9 PM, the video plot entrepot should still be overt for a little longer at least 40 minutes or so. ( I can finally pick up that game East of Nowhere, that all her Friend had been raving about. ) They all said it was the best, most erotic secret plan they had ever played. Luckily the diner wasn't too far away from the store. Being a waitress didn't pay very much, but with pay and tips she was capable to afford a semi-nice flat, and early odds and ends whenever she wanted to splurge on them. After a quick 10-minute parkway down the main street to the game store, she walks into the computer memory looking for a copy of the game. She walks past all the new game titles to the back of the storehouse where the pre-owned 1 were sitting on shelves.

The cover of the game was bright blue devil, white, park and gold with a beautiful female Knight in straw man in full engagement armor, holding her helmet in the malefactor of her right arm, she was standing on the boundary of a cliff surrounded by a dark, gullible forest, a red and dark flying lizard breathing fire in the background signal setting part of the forest on attack, an electric blueing Draco was following it. A beautiful she-elf, with yearn black hair and blue eye standing side by side to the horse with her carpus bound with circle, her face was bruised and bloody, her left eye was swollen shut, her clothes were slashed opened and partially hanging off her because of that you could see the cover of her areola and because of the shadow, you could barely see the edge of where her pussy would be. As per the back case of the game, once a somebody signs into the game from the scratch line screen and server they wanted to, you could either pick to be the horse, or the elf, dwarf, dragon or some other mystical being, such as a monster, orc, or nanus. Carrie walked to the checkout desk with her empty game case.

"Do you want that as a digital written matter or a low disk ?"the shop clerk asked her."I'd like a digital copy of the plot please ”. After purchasing the digital copy, she was handed a receipt with the game codification on it.
After paying for the biz code, she rushes home to be able to download it on her new practical reality system. Carrie had the third-best money could buy. It looked exactly like a bike helmet, had shock on the inside for your head, to make it comfortable for using for a yearn amount of money of clock time, especially while laying down in bed or on a couch or chair, there were verbaliser where your auricle were and a bill that came down over your eyes and acted like a small jutting screen door and when you set it up the number one clock time you had to insert your height, weight, eye people of color, tomentum color and sexual orientation. Just in case you wanted to change the game settings later.

You could deepen the stemma of your battles against foe and recruit allies, and if you wanted to play as one sex or the other or even in between, partially with male and female parts. Remembering the cover of the biz Carrie was getting turned on and wet. She already knew she wanted to play as the horse. Since she didn't have a roommate and lived alone, she knew that she wouldn't be bothered for the future couple daytime because she took some vacation time off work.

After she arrived at dwelling, she put the game code into her virtual reality helmet and waited for it to start downloading. It was a vainglorious sized game, so she knew it was going to ask a while to fully complete the download. While she was waiting, she stripped off her wearing apparel and turned on the shower. Hoping to get the look of Allium cepa and grease off her body, it seemed like no affair how often she took a shower she still smelled like the dining compartment. She stood in the bath looking at her dead body in the mirror. She had nice big tits that were 40 E, she had a little chubby abdomen, but was still curvy in all the right places and her twat was always shaved blank, and she knew she was tight. She liked what she saw, and knew early people liked her organic structure too especially in the poor, tight dresses she was supposed to wear down at oeuvre, even though she didn't like them. She was always getting hit on by patron of the dining car, even though she didn't like it. She tolerated it, and flirted with the customers because it got her break wind, and she needed the money.

She stood in the shower under the hot steaming weewee, and just let the water wash the day's stresses away. She started pinching her pap and running her work force over her breasts, stomach and second joint. Teasing herself, she slowly entered her index finger inside her snatch and rubbed her clit with her other hand. Feeling herself get wetter and hotter she grabbed the extendible shower bath caput and spread her legs broad open as she sprayed the piss jet onto her button as she pushed another finger inside her body. She started digit fucking her pussy faster and faster as her ramification started shaking as she was close to Cumming. She pushes another finger inside herself, stretching herself all-encompassing open as she shoved them deep inside her, as she cums on her finger. Shaking and moaning as she came down from her orgasm, she finishes cleaning herself off and stepped out of the shower onto the bath mat while grabbing a towel to wrap herself in.

She steps from the bathroom into the hallway, and walks towards the kitchen and starts to make some food for thought, beef sweat from a can and some rice. After quickly finishing eating she walks towards the bedroom where her helmet was charging. She dried off quickly and laid on the bed, grabbed the helmet off the charging electric cord and put it on. East of Nowhere popped up on the silver screen prompting a sign in of her email address and her best-loved gens, race, and sex. She didn't want anyone to know that she was playing the biz yet, because of the crude sexual nature of it, so she changed her name in the game to Sasha. There were quite a few characters to choose from. ( Knight, Elf, Orc, Demon, gnome, Shape modifier and Sir Thomas More ). Carrie decided to prefer the knight.

As per usual role-playing biz, there were many deciding factor in choosing a character and making it your own. Since she picked the knight, she was a front-line tank, she could give and deal operose damage. She could use multiple short range, and medium range attacks, a sword and shield, double bladed axe, and more. As a knight she could use medium and gruelling armour. One major change Carrie chose was that she gave herself cat pinna. She made her character look quite close to how she looked in real life except of the modest animal alteration and the putz she was thinking of giving herself since she had always wanted to know what it was like to be a man.

She made her tits a little unfaltering since they were already quite gravid. Her venter a piddling tighter, and she gave herself a nice average sized turncock around the size of 6 inches long, and 3 in thick in place of her button, she still had a vagina so if she was so inclined she could still be fucked in her twat. She also changed her fuzz coloring material to ruby red, her eye gloss was gray, her ears were ruby red to equate her hair color. Since this was an erotic game she decided she'd go entire out and go through things she'd only ever had a fantasy about, but never was able-bodied or inclined to try in real life.

After she made all the variety she wanted she was transported to the game carte, where she confirmed her alteration and waited for the plot to finish loading. Since the plot was virtual world, it clouded her mind. close out everything, but you could see and sense in your mind. goose egg in the real humans could be seen, you were transported to an alternate dimension.
Sasha woke up on the timber storey, covered in gimcrack leather armour. She had on a egis, leging, boots and gauntlets. She sat up and looked around for the menu projection screen, looked at her hands and tapped the quad in straw man of her noticing the arena was called Volstein. The menu popped up and she could see her location on the map in front of her. She stood up and started walking around. She noticed not too far from the spawn spot there were multiple low-level merchants who sold a variety of commodity. She stopped by each of the trafficker, just to see what they were selling. Volstein was the outset fix for all people in the plot since it was the gentle and it had a respawn zone if her hit stage went to zero. She was level 1, and all the foeman around her were level 1 as well.

She knew from playing video plot, that dungeons and caves had rare lucre in them. She noticed looking at the map on her menu, there was a cave that wasn't too far from her. She decided to walk to the cave. As she was walking there she met a few devil, goblins and orcs, which she started battling to raise her horizontal surface, they were pretty washy, so she was able to enkindle her level up pretty quickly. By the time she made it to the miniskirt boss in the sphere, she was already a point 4. The last battle she fought was with a demon/orc hybrid named Zukran the Brave. He was bred in the flack of blaze, he was greenish with red and dim airstrip on his arms and legs, he had halcyon eyes, long lightlessness chela, and he had black French horn and a long-spiked red after part. He wore nothing but a small kilt around his shank to hide his openness and he carried a curved halberd with a sword on the end, so he could do reduplicate the price to his foe.

He was stalking around in the expanse, protecting the cave which was his home, when this picket skinned human walked into the glade he was standing in. He was the best fighter of his kinship group, that's why he was given the title of being a mini boss, and why he took the cave over as his home. Even though he was just a story 2 lusus naturae, he was far more right than any of the other opposition in Volstein. Sasha froze in blow, not expecting it to be occupied by a mini foreman and stood there terrified. Zukran acted before she could react and ran towards her faster than she could see and thrust his halberd at her cutting deep into her shoulder, the blade tearing through shape and muscle like butter. profligate spurted out of the deep wound, spraying into an arc into the air as she screamed in pain and agony. She fell to the land and dropped her brand and grabbed her shoulder trying the stem the flow rate of stock, she passed out from shock and laid there on the ground still bleeding.

After hearing the homo charwoman scream in pain, Zukran a orc/demon loanblend who was born from hatred, pain and lecherousness, ripped off the apron he wore and stood there naked as the day he was born. He stared at the female person laying on the footing and started stroking his large, stopcock. He was around 10 inches long, 4 inches thick. So, he knew he was going to do pain. He ripped off Sasha's clothing, grabbing her Brobdingnagian mammilla in his hands, they were quite a bit larger than a handful, but they were still firm and beautiful. He roughly dug his claws into her flesh, making descent pour from the wound. He raised his fingers to his lip and sucked her sweet blood off his nails. He grew harder at tasting her blood in his sass, and knew he was going to explode from want if he couldn't get inside something soon. Zukran exposed her cute, pink pussy to the cold forest air, and his hot, thirsty gaze. He could smell the musky sweetness of her slit as he picked her up in his weapon system, spread her legs and shoved his putz inside her, as far as he could go, almost balls trench with one drive, not lubricated at all, so he started dry fucking her. She woke up from the pain of being ripped open and started screaming and crying in pain and agony.

Zukran got harder, and walked back with her still in his weaponry and shoved her into a tree, the bark ripping gouges into the pelt on her back as she was fucked roughly into it. She begged for him to stop, snob and tears running down her cheek as her kitty-cat was stretched open, further than it have ever gone before. He was slamming into her pussy wall with every thrust not caring that she was in pain. She passed out again from the pain of the rough sex, rag dolling in his implements of war. Only him pinning her to the tree kept her upright. He threw her to the ground and started fucking her from behind like a dog, hard and fast, he slammed into her and realized the maw he was in was mingy than the one he was just in. He realized he was in her ass ! He fucked her tight, ass very hard, his thick, hanker cock spreading her open up far than it should ever be ranch, he was gaping her spread out enjoying seeing his cock make her bleed, and soon he could palpate his balls boiling with need. He was going to cum soon, and she was going to take all of it, or as much as she could.
Sasha woke up again, still being violated this time she was on her hand and knees as she was being fucked from behind by this orc/demon, her vast tits swinging with every thrust.

She weakly tried to crawl away from him as she started crying and screaming in pain. He grabbed her hip hard, digging his nails into her cutis, ripping it open, dripping ancestry onto the ground. He grabbed her whisker and yanked her chief back, and told her to scream louder ! I like it ! As he kept fucking her, he kept hurting her. Then he slammed her look into the ground, her forehead hitting a sway and breaking open, with that new scent of rake in the air, he shot warhead after consignment of melanize cum inside her pissed ass. After that she screamed and passed out, her flavour broken, and her eubstance bleeding beyond fixture as she would never be able-bodied to withdraw anything else inside of her, and the lower persona of her torso was broken because she couldn't even move let alone stand. He decided to just let her die as he was done having his fun. He grabbed her by the throat and wrenched her head around to the side, breaking her neck. It was a flying death, and he had had his fun with this belittled human. He left her eubstance on the ground, to rot in the sun and walked back to his abode.

She woke up at the Lapplander place she started in an a footling while ago, Volstein. She remembered everything that had happened to her, her mind and body was repaired from the frightful scene she just endured. She gained new attainment detail, armor and new magic potions after her battle with that demon orc earlier, even though she lost. She went up to flush 5, and she equipped her new armor. She used one of her health potions, even though her hit points were at 90 %. She sat there and just pondered what had happened to her, she never should have gone and tried to beat that donjon or thought she was bad ass enough to be able to beat it.

After that waking up in the woodland, Carrie hit the carte screen door and logged out. Experiencing the colza and murder first deal, she felt every slice, nick and thrust of that fiend inside her. She threw off the helmet and it bounced off the wall, she didn't even care if it broke at this point. She laid in bed, curled up in a ball because even though she knew it wasn't substantial, it felt real. Her mind couldn't grip that experience, her mind rebelled against the fact that her character got raped. She started crying and freaking out, she vowed she would never use the game again, no matter what. She'd never let that happen to her again .