VR Stress Management: Virtual Reality Experience Program
"Then. What is the purpose of Drone Sonia? Answer me, Drone Sonia."
A translucent blue hologram girl, far smaller than herself, deliberately adopted an intimidating posture as she took a step closer.
Though Sonia instinctively shrank back a little at the sight, her body's data continued to shatter records for arousal levels. Already her nipples had hardened into stiff peaks, standing out prominently.
"Just like the other drones… to become a tool that obeys the Master or Administrator's programs… Even if I'm called Drone Sonia… I'm no different from any other drone. I'm Master's drone…♡"
"Administrative authority over Drone Sonia currently rests with me. In that case, tell me what happens when a defective unit like Drone Sonia—whose entire mindset and behavior as a drone are completely unsatisfactory—is forcibly injected with a re-education program. Drone Sonia."
Administrator. Re-education. Forced injection. A feast of masochistic words that any ordinary person would naturally meet with rage or terror. The 'Drone Sonia' who heard them merely stood there hesitating as if flustered, feeling not the slightest displeasure.
After a moment of thought, Sonia recalled the contents of the educational video she had just watched and delivered the most perfect model answer the system could desire.
"Well… of course I'm a drone, so obeying my programs is only natural… right, Administrator? It's common sense that a drone obeys the system Master or the Administrator created for it… …Ah… haaahn…♡"
"Please thoroughly re-educate this inadequate Drone Sonia… remake her into a perfect drone that meets Master's standards… Reprogram me again… Administrator… I beg you…♡"
The instant the words left her mouth, a powerful pleasure pulse flowed through the cable connected to the real Sonia and acted directly on her brain.
Into the half-sleeping Sonia's mind, the image of an ideal 'drone' clad in a glossy black latex bodysuit and its perfectly controlled posture began to be etched with the clarity of video data.
(…Th-this is…! …This pose… Yes. I'm not a slave, I'm a drone… But I don't know anything yet… so this must be right… probably…)
Inside the virtual reality, Sonia dropped to her knees of her own accord, hands folded neatly in front of her, and bowed her head. It was not her will. Her body—the imprinted program—was making her do it.
"…Please educate this inadequate Drone Sonia into a perfect drone once more, Master…♡"
Before the absolute authority of the guidance AI—a translucent hologram in the form of a cute little girl smaller than herself—Sonia knelt with both knees neatly together.
Her voluptuous breasts rose fully exposed without any covering, and her two hands rested demurely on her knees as if in prayer.
An object of longing. A being of reverence. Though she was nothing more than a formless mass of data, to Sonia right now the AI girl was a master standing higher than anything else in the world. The act of kneeling naked and looking up at that master. The intense sense of transgression and humiliation paralyzed Sonia's reason and amplified only her primal pleasure.
The more their gazes met—or rather, the more she unilaterally gazed up at her master—the clearer the sensation of her thighs growing slick and wet became.
(Th-this is… clearly weird… but… it feels so good…♡)
As if reading Sonia's excited heart, the AI opened her mouth with a satisfied smile. In the voice meant for service, a childlike purity and a dominator's coldness coexisted in a strange harmony.
"If Drone Sonia begs that hard, I suppose I have no choice. Just this once I'll specially grant that earnest request. I'll re-educate you thoroughly—from the proper mindset a drone must have down to every little action—and turn you into a perfect component… so prepare yourself, all right?"
"Th-thank you… Masterrr…♡"
Sonia managed to express her gratitude in a trembling voice. In her head she knew this was an elaborately constructed role-play.
Being assigned the bizarre role of a drone and treated like an object was paradoxically touching the desire hidden deepest inside Sonia.
Humiliation transformed into pleasure, shame into arousal, searing every nerve in her body as if set ablaze.
In that moment the translucent hologram girl slowly lifted her foot. Then she lightly placed it atop the soft golden hair of the kneeling Sonia.
There was no actual weight, yet the pressure of the symbolic act was truly enormous. When the girl put force into her foot, Sonia's head was pressed down toward the floor without resistance.
The instant her vision filled with the cold floor, her heart—which had been pounding as if it would burst—thrashed violently in one final struggle. With that rapturous pressure as the finale, Drone Sonia blacked out amid a strange sense of satisfaction.
"Kuu… huu… mnyaaah… kuu…"
A thin sleep-talk broke the quiet stillness of early dawn. It was the bedroom of Sonia, the timid D-class intelligent support hero of Sky City Apartment Complex 32, Unit 102.
Sonia was sleeping the sleep of the dead not in her soft bed, but inside a large virtual-reality (VR) machine painted silver chrome and roughly the size of a refrigerator.
The moment she had opened her eyes that morning she had entered the machine completely naked, and she remained in that same posture, body leaning against the slightly tilted panel.
A thick neural-stimulation plug was deeply inserted into the plug port that had replaced the shape of her navel.
A helmet descending from above pressed firmly down on her head while the plug remained tightly coupled to her navel. Sonia's body, growing ever bolder and more lewd under the liberating influence of virtual reality, reacted with complete honesty.
The virtual pleasure was transmitted directly to her real flesh; sticky transparent droplets were already trickling down the insides of her thighs.
With every breath her elastic, heavy breasts swayed gently.
After the holographic avatar of the VR AI had pressed Drone Sonia's head down and knocked her out, there was a brief waiting period while the next space loaded.
In that interval, something else began to happen to the real Sonia, who slept on having forgotten every care in the world.
Whirrr…
A quiet yet sharp operating sound rose from inside the machine. The soft sponges filling the holes that held her wrists and ankles gently but firmly locked Sonia's limbs in place. Arms and legs stretched out, completely immobilized—that was Sonia's current state.
Whiiiiir…
With that sound, one of the robotic arms inside the machine slowly approached Sonia's voluptuous E-cup breasts. At the tip of the arm was a strangely shaped device.
It was a small funnel-like apparatus fitted with translucent, elastic plastic wires. Unlike an ordinary funnel, it had been designed with soft curves so it would seal perfectly against a woman's breast. Fine wires capable of tightening and pulling via micro-electrical stimulation were densely wound around the funnel.
This device had not been developed by the VR machine manufacturer. It was merely a commercial product commonly sold under the 'beauty' category that had been built in.
Neither the sleeping Sonia nor the avatar loaded into the empty virtual space had any way of knowing that fact. In one corner of the device a small sticker bearing the product name was clearly affixed.
The robotic arm approached the elastic breasts of the peacefully sleeping Sonia without the slightest error. Had Sonia truly been an inverted-nipple type, she would long ago have bought such a device and used it to develop her sensitive areas—but Sonia's nipples normally stood out healthily.
The AI built into the virtual-reality machine analyzed the data of the few physical masturbation-assist devices it possessed and concluded that using the original method in reverse could offer the user a far more novel and intense experience.
Little by little, very little by little, the inverted-nipple corrector held by the robotic arm drew closer to the tip of sleeping Sonia's breast—to her pink nipple.
Used as intended, the narrow tip of the funnel would seal against an inverted nipple, apply pressure, force the nipple out, and then bind it with the wire to keep it permanently erect—a device of extremely simple principle for correction.
This time, the purpose was completely the opposite.
"Nn…♡ Nngh… mnyaah… ah…♡"
Squelch… squelchhh… squelch…
The funnel-shaped device covered Sonia's nipple. It was not meant to draw out an inverted part.
Instead it began to press down on the already slightly raised nipple and areola as a whole.
The wires at the tip of the funnel automatically tightened, firmly seizing the tip of Sonia's sensitive nipple.
Then, just like that, they began to push the nipple inward—into the areola, and further still, as if trying to bury it deep inside the breast flesh.
"…Nngh…♡ …"
In mockery of the name 'inverted-nipple corrector,' the device forcibly shoved Sonia's nipples deep into her E-cup breasts.
Once the healthy pink areolae had become the more protruding, bizarre shape, the wires holding the nipples loosened slightly.
The deliberately rough inner surface of the corrector prevented slipping and perfectly locked the nipples that had been pushed inside so they could never pop out again.
In an instant both of Sonia's breasts had been turned into artificial inverted nipples. The robotic arm quietly returned to its place as if its mission were complete. Now the final physical preparations for the full-scale Drone Sonia re-education program truly began.
Pssshhhh…
The sponges that had been fixing Sonia's wrists and ankles began to swell, soon filling every gap in the exact shape of her body. As if stamping out a Sonia-shaped cookie mold, every part of her body except the helmeted head was sealed inside soft pressure.
Even her E-cup breasts—now destined to remain inverted forever unless someone released them from outside—were perfectly locked in place.