Chapter Eight - The Face of UltraTek

The studio’s bright lights bathed the mock bedroom in a sultry pink glow, and sensual props cast seductive shadows in the background of the satin-draped bed that dominated the room. Cameras were at the ready, their lenses trained on the center stage where Harry stood, his scantily clad form barely concealed by a sheer pink lingerie set. The delicate lace garters hugged his thighs, while crotchless g-string panties left his glistening folds exposed, provocatively inviting the lens to take a closer look. Thigh-high stockings reflected under the lights, accentuating the slim contours of his long legs, and 5-inch pink stilettos helped to arch his back, thrusting his DD-cup breasts forward, his nipples faintly visible through the half-cup bra. Scarlet lipstick painted his plump lips in a glossy sheen, paired with smoky eyeshadow that deepened his gaze into something dangerously alluring. He looked very much like the figure of someone who planned to get laid tonight.

Lex Marvel lounged in a producer’s chair off-set, his light gray suit tailored to his commanding frame, silver hair slicked back with meticulous care. The man’s eyes devoured the transformed figure before him, a predatory grin curling his lips as he savored the spectacle. Ever since he had taken control of his former employee’s Master ring, his company’s stock price had exploded, and Hayley was to thank. Beside him stood Dirk Hardwood, a player character whose username, SlickDick69, hovered above his gelled spiky hair and the gaudy gold chain around his neck. Dirk’s beady eyes glinted with sleaze, his Hawaiian shirt open to reveal his hairy chest, while his blue skinny jeans lined the bulge in his crotch. He was every bit as perverted as his username suggested, and Dirk wasn’t shy about it. He clapped his hands as his voice boomed across the set.

“Alright, Hayley, let’s get this in one take,” Dirk called, striding forward with the commercial’s script in hand. “Remember, you’re selling the PleasurePulse, UltraTek’s newest and hottest anal toy. Give me sultry, give me needy, and make every man watching you want a piece of that product.”

Lex’s earlier command, sealed by the Master ring’s all-powerful hold, coiled around Harry’s mind, forcing his body to obey Dirk’s every word during the shoot. A wave of revulsion surged through him, but his curves swayed instinctively, and his hips rolled as he sauntered toward the plush bed. He slipped onto the bed with the bulbous toy in his hand. He had hoped his log-out button would light the moment he sat on the comfortable furniture, but the bed was only a prop, and the game didn’t see it as a log-out device. “Are you ready, babe?” Dirk called out. After Harry’s reluctant nod, the director shouted, “3… 2… 1… Action!”

A shudder of dread rippled through Harry’s core as the cameras zoomed in, their lenses capturing every curve of the provocative form Michael had designed for him. The Master ring’s command pulsed in his mind, urging compliance and quashing any rebellious thoughts. His fingers, tipped with glossy red nails, caressed the PleasurePulse with a slow, teasing stroke. The toy’s ribbed surface felt cool against his skin, the bulbous, curved shape promising an intensity that made his stomach churn. Despite his revulsion, a familiar heat stirred between Harry’s legs, his Exhibitionist and Sexually Confident traits betraying him with a slick warmth that seeped through his crotchless g-string. Lex noticed and grinned widely.

“Come on, Hayley, show us how much you want it,” Dirk urged more aggressively, his voice thick with confidence as he leaned closer. “Slide it in, nice and slow, let the audience feel your need. Don’t pretend you ain’t done this before.”

The transformed gamer’s body obeyed before his mind could protest, his legs parting as he perched on the bed’s edge. He positioned the toy at his tight rim, the tip pressing against his entrance with a deliberate pressure that forced a gasp from his red lips. Slowly, he eased it inside, the toy stretching his ass with a burning fullness that sent electric jolts down his spine.

Dirk pushed a button on the control panel in his hand, and the PleasurePulse began vibrating, humming to life as it filled Harry’s ass and pulsed against his sensitive walls. The trapped college student’s hips bucked involuntarily, a loud moan escaping his thick lips as his pussy shone with his own juices in a glistening stream. He looked like a whore on heat.

“That’s perfect, doll,” Dirk continued to direct, adjusting a camera to capture the close-up. “Now tell the world how it feels. Be direct, be sexy.”

Words spilled from the blonde’s mouth, unbidden but dripping with slutty allure. “This PleasurePulse is, like, totally driving me wild,” he purred as he leaned back onto the sheets, his hand still pushing the toy inside his ass. His legs spread wider to give the cameras an unobstructed view of the device at work. Harry’s fingers slid over towards his pussy, brushing the slick folds of his exposed orifice, teasing his sensitive click as the plug’s vibrations intensified, sending shudders through his curvaceous frame. “It’s so deep, so yummy, and makes me all hot and needy,” the busty gamer cooed as his hips rolled against the toy in his butt.

The bedsheets slid beneath Harry’s thighs, their silky caress amplifying the electric pulses from the company’s new toy as it throbbed deep inside him. The gamer’s fingers lingered on his clit, circling with a slow, deliberate rhythm that sent waves of forced pleasure through every virtual cell in his transformed body. The camera zoomed closer, capturing the slick sheen of his juices pooling on the bed, an effect that would have been difficult to fake, a humiliating testament to his body’s betrayal. Harry’s mind screamed in protest, but the Master ring’s control twisted his will, forcing his hips to grind harder on the toy and follow the director’s every command.

“Give me more, Hayley,” Dirk barked as he stared into one of the cameras. “Arch that back, show off those gorgeous tits, and fake an orgasm for me. Let’s wrap this up with a bang.”

The command echoed in Harry’s ears, compelling his body to comply with a fluid grace that masked his inner turmoil. He arched his spine, and the half-cup bra strained against the swell of his fake breasts. His free hand roamed upward, cupping one mound and squeezing gently, the sensation blending with the toy’s relentless throb to heighten every nerve in his body. His fingers danced over his clit, the circles tightening into frantic rubs as he lost control of himself.

Harry’s body convulsed, and his eyes widened. While he was instructed to fake an orgasm, no fakery was required. The blonde’s hips lifted off the bedsheets as waves crashed through him, his pussy clenching around nothing while his juices leaked in humiliating consistency, soaking the satin beneath. The cry tore from the gamer’s throat and echoed across the set as his thighs trembled and his ass gripped the toy like a vice. He had received a mind-blowing orgasm from the very toy he was forced to promote.

Dirk’s eyes widened, a sleazy grin splitting his face. “Holy fuck, that was gold! Cut, cut! We’ve got it in one take, folks. That’s the money shot.”

Lex rose from his chair and applauded his blonde toy on his performance, approaching the set. His predatory gaze fixed on Harry’s spent form, still quivering in aftershocks. “Magnificent, Hayley,” he murmured to the blonde. “You’re going to make me a lot of money. Now go get changed, you have some adoring fans to meet.”

Exhausted, the gamer slumped against the bedsheets, his chest heaving as the PleasurePulse’s vibrations faded. With a plop, he removed the toy from his anal orifice, gasping as it left his hole feeling vacant. He just wanted to stay in this position a while, but Lex’s commands echoed in his mind, urging the blonde to rise.

Harry staggered to his feet, his stilettos wobbling as he clutched the bedpost for balance. The director tossed him a dismissive wink, already barking orders at the NPC crew to reset the set. At the same time, Lex’s gaze lingered, his grin promising more torment. Harry’s heart sank as he tottered toward the dressing room.

❖

A female NPC assistant guided Harry through the winding corridors of the UltraTek filming studios and led him to his private dressing room, her heels clicking ahead as she left him at the door with a curt nod. The gamer stepped inside, the door closing behind him with a soft click, sealing him in solitude. Harry’s body still felt the aftereffects of the commercial’s forced ecstasy, leaving his ass tender and his pussy still slick with unwanted arousal.

He accessed his UI with a flick of his wrist, now able to use his inventory again ever since Michael was hauled away, and he selected his current slutty outfit in the menu before choosing to remove it. The sheer pink lingerie dissolved into nothingness, returning to his virtual wardrobe, leaving him bare and exposed. Harry stepped toward the adjoining shower, the tiles cool beneath his feet, and turned on the hot water, stepping under the stream to wash away the filth.

Steam enveloped the platinum blonde as he lathered his smooth, sensitive skin. His fingers glided over his hairless thighs and up to his wet folds, rinsing the sticky remnants of his juices away. The water cascaded down the trapped gamer’s body, soothing the ache in his ass. However, the humiliation of his recent acts clung to him like a smell he couldn’t wash away. Harry lingered, letting the heat ease his muscles, before shutting off the faucet and wrapping a fluffy white towel around his body, covering his chest and vagina, before stepping back into the dressing room.

Lex Marvel waited in Harry’s cramped personal space, leaning casually against the vanity as the college student walked into the room. His silver hair was slicked back as always, and his grin widened as he took in his imprisoned slave’s towel-wrapped form. The blonde froze, his heart pounding, the towel suddenly feeling inadequate against the man’s hungry gaze.

“You were phenomenal out there, Hayley,” Lex complimented the half-naked feminized man, his voice rich with approval as he straightened. “That new toy of mine is going to sell like hotcakes, and you’re the reason why.”

Harry’s fingers tightened on the towel to ensure it didn’t slip as he scowled at the man who currently controlled his life. “Are you, like, done with me yet? Just totally let me go.” He whined in his typical bimbo dialect.

Lex’s laugh was deep, filling the small room and covering Harry with dread. “Not by a long shot, sweetheart.”

The intimidating man flicked his wrist and accessed his UI. Harry’s towel vanished, replaced by a red crop top that clung tightly to his big chest, and black microshorts that hung low on his hips, and rode up to barely cover his ass cheeks. The look was completed by a pair of black thigh-high 5-inch stiletto boots wrapped tightly around his legs, and a studded black choker around his neck. The blonde’s face tingled as heavy makeup materialized, bright red lipstick coated his full lips, and crimson eyeshadow enhanced his sultry gaze.

The UltraTek CEO stepped closer and brushed his fingers along the studded choker as he tilted Harry’s chin upward, forcing their eyes to meet. “You’ve got a fan meet-and-greet in less than an hour, Hayley. A car will arrive to pick you up shortly. Later tonight, you’re filming Gang Bangers Anonymous. I’ve hand-picked the participants, and they’re all very excited to meet you.”

Harry’s stomach twisted in dread as he envisioned the degrading acts that awaited him. “Why are you, like, doing this to me? Like, let me go, please.”

Lex’s grip on the blonde’s chin tightened as his thumb stroked Harry’s jaw with a possessive edge. “Why? People like you need to learn that actions have consequences, Hayley. That’s all this is. You are paying the price for your actions.” Lex’s words sounded nonchalant and passive, as if he were talking about the weather.

The suited man cupped Harry’s face and absently stroked his chin like he was petting an animal. His touch sent an unwanted shiver through Harry’s body, his unique traits ensuring his frame reacted to every touch. “Now, you will go to that meet-and-greet with a big, dumb smile on your face,” he commanded firmly as he invoked the Master ring’s compelling power. “Flirt with every damn fan there, and fulfill every single request they make. Do you understand?”

Harry nodded reluctantly, his plush lips parting to murmur a soft, “Yes.” The word felt like ash in his mouth, but the slave ring he was unable to remove ensured his compliance.

Lex stepped back as his grin sharpened with sadistic satisfaction. “Good girl,” he teased condescendingly. The man turned and strode toward the door, pausing to glance back at his prey. “Don’t keep your fans waiting, Hayley. They’re dying to see you.” With that, he exited, the door clicking shut behind him, leaving Harry once again alone in the cramped space.

The blonde slumped onto the chair before the vanity, his red crop top very visibly straining against his heaving breasts. He stared at his reflection, the heavy makeup framing a face that looked nothing like his real-world counterpart. Memories of his real life flooded in: his adoring Glitchcast fans as he dominated the online world, his trophy girlfriend’s adoring gaze as she hung on his arm. That world felt a million miles away now, buried under layers of repetitive humiliation. Surprisingly, his thoughts drifted to Michael, his former rival locked away somewhere under Lex’s control. The pang of concern tightening in his chest made Harry pause. He was forming a strange empathy for the man he had bullied so brazenly and had orchestrated so much of his current torment.

Harry was taken out of his thoughts by the door creaking open. The NPC assistant from earlier popped her head in. “The car is ready for you, ma’am. It’s time to go.”

With a Harry sigh, the gamer rose from the chair and steadied himself in his new thigh-high boots. He followed the assistant out as she led him down the corridor toward the studio’s exit. A smart black car was waiting for him on the side of the road, the driver waiting by the back passenger door. Harry shook his head, but tottered forward as he entered the car, ready for further torment.

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The crowded virtual convention hall buzzed with eager fans desperate to meet their favorite Lifesynced star, their voices roaring in anticipation as they lined up before a signing table where Harry stood. He wore the same slutty red crop top and black shorts Lex had dressed him in, the studded choker feeling more like a collar as he scanned the lustful eyes of the male-dominated group waiting for him. Lex’s earlier command compelled him to wear a big, dumb smile and flirt with every fan that interacted with him. The blonde stream star plastered on the grin, and his heart sank as he faced the queue.

The first fan swaggered forward with a swanky confidence only a video game could provide. The handle above his name was GlitchFanatic88, and his eyes raked over Harry’s body with a brazen hunger. “I’ve been watching your stream for like forever, dude, uhmm, I mean, babe,” he fumbled. “This show is definitely your hottest yet.” His voice was thick with excitement, as though he was meeting his idol for the first time. “Those tits are amazing. I hope you keep them for future games. Are they real?”

A giggle spilled from Harry’s lips. His stomach knotted in revulsion, but his bimbo body showed no signs of discomfort as he parted his red lips. “Oh, honey, like, nothing in this world is totally real,” he purred sensually before leaning forward to give the fan a glimpse of the swell of his cleavage. “Wanna, like, check them out for yourself?”

The fan’s jaw dropped, and his hand twitched with eagerness. “Can I actually touch them? Like, for real?”

Harry wanted to scowl and tell the ‘fan’ where to go, but Lex’s command held firm, and he giggled again with his big, fake smile. “Of course, cutie,” he chirped out, suddenly lifting the crop top above his chest, revealing his big, fake breasts to the waiting spectators. “Give them, like, a nice big feel.”

The man’s hands lunged forward without needing further prompt, groping Harry’s exposed breasts with an eager roughness as his fingers dug into the gamer’s soft, firm mounds. The fan twisted the blonde’s nipples, twisting them until they stiffened, as his touch sent more unwanted pleasure down Harry’s spine. A moan escaped his inviting lips, high and breathy, and his thighs clenched. Why was this body so damn slutty? He thought to himself.

The fan was eventually led away as his time expired, and another man stepped up. This man was a burly figure with ‘Cockstar420’ hovering above his shaved head. Harry shuddered; no one with that name was ever going to be good news. “Hayley, I’ve been a GlitchCast fan since your first stream playing MineWars,” he said appreciatively, despite his eyes telling another story. “I have to say, you’re way hotter than your usual avatars.”

Harry leaned forward as he pulled his crop top back down to give himself a modicum of modesty. “Oh, sweetie,” he cooed flirtatiously with the same stupid grin plastered on his face. “You want me to, like, sign something special for you?” Harry batted his lashes as if he were inviting the man to reveal his deepest desires.

The large man’s smirk widened, his hand already moving to his zipper as though Harry’s agreement was a foregone conclusion. “Yeah, babe, how about signing my cock? It’s already hard because of you,” his voice was crude and filled with anticipation as he drew out his stiff, throbbing shaft.

Alarm ran through Harry’s mind as his heart raced, but the UltraTek CEO’s command smothered any resistance he may have had. “Of course, big guy,” he chirped playfully, grabbing a marker from the table with his red nails. The gamer knelt slightly as the microshorts rode up to give the crowd a great view of his plump rear, and he leaned in. The pen’s tip grazed the fan’s hard cock, and Harry carefully scrawled ‘Hayley’ across the rigid length, his fingers brushing the sensitive skin, eliciting a low groan from the fan. Once finished, Harry stood, and another giggle escaped his lips as he placed the marker on the table. The fan zipped up his pants with a big shit-eating grin on his face, thanking the bimbo before walking away.

Two player characters approached next, their usernames ‘ThrustMaster69’ and ‘CumLaude99’ flashing above their heads. The first man, a cocky grin plastered on his face, slung an arm immediately around Harry’s waist to introduce himself, his fingers grazing the blonde’s bare torso. “Hey, babe. We’ve been waiting for this moment all day. Big fans,” he said sleazily. “How about we get a picture with you?”

Harry’s smile widened, and he pressed his busty body closer, his scantily-clad breasts brushing against ThrustMaster69’s chest. “Ohh, you boys are, like, so cute,” he purred, leaning in and facing the camera. “Get your friend in here and let’s totally take a sweet pic.”

The camera flashed, capturing Harry sandwiched between the two men, their hands sliding up against his curves. ThrustMaster69’s fingers slid lower, cupping the bimbo’s shorts-covered crotch, while CumLaude99’s hand moved up to grope his scantily-clad chest. “One more, babe,” CumLaude99 said eagerly. “This time, give us an orgasm face and moan out while we play with your gorgeous body.”

Harry’s heart thumped with dread, but that asshole’s command locked his body into compliance. “Oh, you naughty boys,” he giggled playfully, stepping back to slide onto the edge of the signing table, spreading his legs as one of the fan’s hands rubbed the blonde’s covered crotch and the other fondled his clothed fake tit. Harry threw his head back, his platinum curls bouncing as he started moaning loudly, “Ohhh, yes, like, so good!” His hips bucked against ThrustMaster69’s hand as the camera captured every quiver of his fake orgasm. The fans grinned into the camera as the photographer snapped the perfect shot.

The event organizer stepped forward and ushered the two men away, clapping his hands sharply. “Alright, folks, Hayley’s taking a quick break,” he announced to the disgruntled murmurs of those at the front of the line. “Don’t worry, thirty seconds, then we’re back.”

Sliding off the table, Harry’s legs wobbled in his boots. He stumbled to a nearby chair and collapsed with a shuddering breath. Accessing his UI, the trapped gamer stared at the grayed-out log-out symbol. It had been so long since he had set foot in the real world, and he had started to wonder if he was trapped in the game forever. He closed his eyes, trying to block out the humiliation, but he was now Lex’s toy, the new bimbo face of UltraTek, and every fresh embarrassment was a punishment for having the nerve to challenge the powerful CEO.

“Your time’s up, Hayley,” the organizer barked impatiently. “Get back to the table.”

With a heavy sigh, Harry forced himself to his feet. His big, dumb smile returned, plastered across his face as he tottered back to the signing table, and braced himself for the next wave of degrading fan requests.

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The busty blonde tottered through the upscale restaurant, his stilettos clicking with each step as he navigated the polished floor between tightly fit tables until he reached a secluded corner booth. The sexy black sequined dress he adorned clung perfectly to his body, its low neckline plunging to reveal the swell of his bosom and catch more than a couple of patrons’ eyes. The high slide along his thigh threatened to expose flashes of creamy skin, and a silver choker encircled his neck.

Lex sat in the navy blue suit and garish red bow tie, and he rose with a satisfied grin as he admired the voluptuous blonde heading in his direction. “My, you look ravishing tonight, sweetheart,” the silver-haired man said approvingly. “Take a seat, but keep that pretty mouth shut. Pretty trophies don’t have the right to speak.”

The blonde bimbo immediately slid into the booth beside his controlling antagonist, tugging his dress down as it rode up while he slid inside. His lips parted instinctively to protest, but the Master ring’s hold on him left him silent and seething.

A waiter approached. “Now your date has arrived, what may I get started for you this evening, sir?” the man asked Lex with a notepad in his hand, his tone as professional as you’d expect from an NPC server.

Lex leaned back and scanned the menu, his body taking up half the booth and exuding authority. “I’ll take the filet mignon, medium rare, with roasted asparagus and garlic mashed potatoes,” he ordered smoothly. “Bring a bottle of your finest Cabernet Sauvignon to pair with it.”

The waiter nodded, jotting down the order before turning to Harry. “And for you, ma’am?”

Lex’s grin widened as his eyes locked onto Harry’s with a knowing wink. “Don’t worry about this one. Her dinner will come later,” he said suggestively.

After five minutes of awkward silence, the waiter returned and poured Lex’s wine, the deep red liquid swirling in the glass as he set it down and retreated. The UltraTek CEO took a slow sip, his eyes never leaving Harry’s form, savoring the control he wielded over his new toy. “You know, Hayley, things could have been so different for you,” he taunted, setting the glass down with a deliberate clink. “If you’d just known how to play the game, charm the right people, you could’ve had Maplewood at your feet.”

Harry’s fists clenched beneath the table as his long nails dug into his palms, but his lips remained sealed, allowing Lex to monologue further.

The white-haired man leaned forward, his voice dropping to a mocking whisper. “You know, I was so enthralled with you when I first saw you at Mitch’s manor, all that fire in your eyes,” he continued, tracing the edge of the wine glass with his finger. “But your treachery fucked all that up. You could’ve been showered in gold and diamonds. Instead, your bad choices have left you bathed in humiliation and cum.” Lex grinned widely. “UltraTek will profit from every single degrading act you perform, and you won’t see a damn penny.”

The more Lex spoke, the further Harry’s body trembled with suppressed rage. Despite the ring keeping his lips clamped shut, his eyes burned with unfiltered fury. Harry’s mind churned with defiance, clinging to the hope that he could escape this hellish virtual world and get EchoLife shut down.

Lex glanced at his watch as a sadistic grin spread across his face. “Speaking of which, it’s time for you to start in your first feature production,” he said eagerly with a mocking lilt. “I can’t wait to see how it turns out. I’m sure you’ll do great. Now run along, hop to it, bimbo.”

The waiter returned, setting a steaming plate of expertly-prepared steak before Lex, the aroma wafting as he sliced into the meat tenderly. Harry rose from the booth as the intimidating man waved dismissively, the man’s grin widening as he savored his meal, indifferent to the blonde’s trembling fury. Harry tottered towards the exit as his mind raced with dread at the prospect of his upcoming shoot. He had no idea what to expect, but the title, Gang Bangers Anonymous, didn’t help to alleviate his anxiety. The trapped gamer could hear Lex’s dry chuckle echo behind him as he stepped towards his next humiliation.

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The sharp click of Harry’s 8-inch platform stripper heels echoed as he strode into UltraTek’s private studio, the sound of shoes cutting through the silence. A long black coat draped over his frame, concealing the blonde’s outfit, but the towering heels announced his presence with every step. The mock therapy room held a circle of chairs around a sturdy wooden table, six male player characters already seated, their usernames—PixelRacer23, SkyViper88, IronBlaze17, QuantumRush42, NitroWave99, EchoPulse12—hovering above their heads. The director had just given Harry his final instructions and had called “Action!” as the cameras around the set began whirring up, ready to catch every angle of the forthcoming scene.

The blonde settled into the lone vacant chair, his black coat parting slightly as he crossed his legs. His heart pounded with dread as he cleared his throat, ready to recite his awful lines. “I’m, like, so done with being ashamed of who I am,” he began, his voice trembling with forced sincerity. “I’m totally done hiding my true self.”

The six men leaned forward, their eyes locked on Harry’s as they all stared with a hunger in their gaze. The blonde felt a shudder down his spine, but his conditioning compelled him to continue. “My name is Kitten Cox, and I am, like, a total nymphomaniac.” There was a gasp as though Harry had made a shocking revelation, his body flushing with unwanted heat at the very thought of being the center of attention. “All day, every day, I’m totally fantasizing about being taken in, like, every hole by big, thick cocks.”

The men’s chairs scraped closer, their breaths heavy with anticipation as Harry’s words fueled their arousal. “I just love being fucked by, like, multiple guys at once,” the blonde purred, his hands fidgeting on his lap as though he was confessing his sins. “Those hungry stares from men who wanna just fuck me? That, like, totally makes me wet and needy.”

The player character’s edged even closer, their chairs almost touching Harry’s as their eyes blazed with unadulterated lust. Suddenly, SkyViper88 lunged forward, grabbing Harry’s black coat and ripping it off with a forceful tug, revealing a skimpy red string bikini that barely clung to the bimbo’s curved. The thong bottom was skinny and exposed Harry’s pussy folds, and the top strained futilely against his fake tits. Before he could react, PixelRacer unzipped his pants, SkyViper pushed the blonde over the back of a chair, and PixelRacer shoved his throbbing cock inside Harry’s plush mouth, the thick shaft stretching his lips as he thrust with antagonizing force. The gamer gagged, saliva dripping from his mouth as his Blowjob Expert trait took over. His tongue began swirling automatically along the veins, drawing a groan from the man.

IronBlaze stepped forward and ripped the bikini thong from Harry’s body with a sharp tug, exposing the blonde’s crotch in all its glory. He slammed into the feminized gamer’s folds from behind, his veiny member stretching the tight walls with hard thrusts. Harry’s body shuddered as his unique traits amplified the pleasure, his pussy clenching around the shaft as his mouth took care of PixelRacer.

QuantumRush and NitroWave grabbed Harry’s hands, guiding them to their own throbbing dicks. The blonde’s red nails wrapped around their pulsing lengths, stroking in rhythm as they groaned, with pre-cum smearing his fingers. PixelRacer’s thrusts grew erratic, and he climaxed, hot cum flooding Harry’s mouth, the actor holding the blonde’s head in place to force him to swallow, the bitter taste overwhelming the trapped gamer as he gagged.

The men hoisted Harry from the chair, flipping him onto the wooden table on his back, his legs spread high, his round tits jutting out from his tiny bikini top. EchoPulse fancied his turn and positioned himself between Harry’s thighs, slamming his member into the blonde’s used pussy, wet slaps heard around the room as the blonde’s walls clenched around him. QuantumRush moved behind and fit himself snugly inside the bimbo’s ass, the double penetration stretching both holes painfully yet pleasurably, Harry’s body rocking with a series of orgasms that made him moan like a slut uncontrollably.

Harry’s moans were muffled, but NitroWave shoving his cock into Harry’s mouth, his balls slapping against the imprisoned gamer’s chin. The blonde’s lips stretched wide as his throat opened up for the invading dick, allowing the man to push even deeper as Harry’s tongue teased NitroWave’s shaft.

SkyViper ripped the remains of Harry’s top off, exposing his round, gravity-defying breasts to the camera before straddling his chest, sliding his cock between the soft mounds, fucking them with rough thrusts. Four men now fucked Harry mercilessly, and he couldn’t avoid the onslaught of ecstatic orgasms flooding every cell in his body. SkyViper’s hands squeezed Harry’s tits together, the friction causing the man’s member to pulse until he climaxed, hot ropes of cum splattering across the blonde bimbo’s breasts and pretty face.

EchoPulse’s pace quickened, his dick pulsing as he too came into Harry’s pussy, cum drooling out in thick streams. QuantumRush soon followed, filling the blonde’s ass with his seed before reaching for a large black rubber anal plug, and trapping the release inside.

The relentless fucking continued as IronBlaze took NitroWave’s place, shoving his 9-inch member into Harry’s waiting mouth, the balls slapping his cum-slicked chin with each thrust. The blonde’s throat worked mechanically, his unique traits ensuring a skilled performance despite his inner revulsion. The gamer’s body rocked on the table with his legs still spread high, as the men chuckled at the plug sealing his ass and the cum from his slit pooling beneath him in a humiliating display.

NitroWave, now recovered, positioned himself beside SkyViper and stroked his cock as he aimed at the bimbo’s exposed tits, soon cumming again in hot spurts that coated the blonde’s chest. Harry panted heavily as his series of orgasms started to subside, drunk on a pleasure he never asked for.

The cameras zoomed in as IronBlaze climaxed down the transformed gamer’s throat, filling his mouth with another bitter load that he was compelled to swallow, his throat now aching from its relentless use.

“And cut!” the director barked, clapping his hands with a grin. “That was phenomenal. How you can take all of that in one shot, I’ll never know, Hayley!” The actors stepped back and high-fived each other with triumphant grins as they left Harry sprawled on the table.

The trapped gamer’s bikini was in tatters, cum dripped from his face, chest, and pussy, and a plug nestled deep in his ass to trap the remnants of seed inside. He was a wreck, and shame burned through him like wildfire. Harry convulsed as the aftershock of his previous orgasm caused his body to spasm. He wasn’t sure how much more of this humiliation he could take. He needed to fight back, but he had no idea how he was going to do it.

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Harry walked precariously through the main hall of Lex’s opulent manor, his bare feet sinking into the soft carpet as the long black coat from the shoot draped loosely over his naked body. He had showered after the degrading film, scrubbing away the sticky remnants of cum that coated his smooth skin, but the NPC crew had offered him nothing else to wear, leaving him vulnerable beneath the coat’s thin fabric. The hallway’s grand staircase loomed ahead, and he climbed it slowly, dread once again knotting in his stomach as he approached the bedroom door.

Lex sat on the edge of the four-poster bed, wearing nothing but a long, burgundy silk robe. He stood as Harry entered, the robe opening slightly to reveal the man’s chunky, flaccid member. Lex applauded slowly, his clap echoing in the room. “Bravo, Hayley,” he chuckled as his voice was laced with mock admiration. “I heard you just performed the greatest shoot in EchoLife history. You’ve exceeded my expectations.”

The silver-haired man flicked his wrist, accessing his UI, and the black coat vanished from Harry’s clean, sexy body, replaced by a pink satin Playboy bunny costume. The corset hugged his waist tightly, pushing his fake breasts into an even more exaggerated, provocative swell, the soft fabric straining to contain them. Fluffy bunny ears perched atop his platinum curls, white fishnet stockings clung to his legs, and pink 6-inch heels arched his feet, accentuating the gamer’s slutty posture.

Harry groaned as he stared down at the transformation. His body ached, and his pussy and ass were still tender from the relentless gangbang. “This had, like, been the worst day ever,” he whined. “Can’t I just, like, rest and go to bed now?”

Lex’s laugh rumbled through the room mockingly as he stepped closer, his rope swaying open to reveal even more of his hardening cock. “You’ll get rest soon, my sweet pet,” he said as he stared at the Playboy bunny with cruel intent. “But a trophy bimbo like you has one important job to perform when she enters her Master’s bedroom.”

He unzipped his robe fully, letting it fall open, his dick now hard and twitching with anticipation. Harry tried to avert his gaze, but Lex rubbed the Master ring, invoking its power as he spoke. “Drop to your knees, now,” he commanded.

Harry’s knees buckled, and hit the carpet with a soft thud as the silver-haired man’s command forced compliance. The blonde’s bunny ears flopped slightly as he knelt. “Crawl to me,” Lex ordered, stroking his shaft slowly as if to beckon his slave to its presence.

The humiliated gamer’s hands sank into the carpet, and his body crawled forward, his ass swaying seductively as he approached, the cotton tail bobbing mockingly with each movement. Lex smirked down at his entrapped foe. “Now beg for my cock in your mouth, Hayley,” the man demanded, his hand slowly stroking the girthy member as pre-cum glistened at the tip.

“Please, Master, let me, like, have your big cock in my mouth,” Harry begged desperately, the words just pouring out of him as though he was reading from a script. “I totally need to taste you so bad.”

Lex’s eyes narrowed as he laughed at Harry’s words. “That’s pathetic, doll,” he snapped as he gripped his cock tighter. “Beg more, like the desperate cumslut you are.”

The humiliated bimbo’s cheeks flushed with humiliation, but the compulsion of the ring compelled him further. “Oh, please, Master. I’m, like, such a needy cumslut,” he pleaded as his voice dripped with forced longing. “I’m dying to suck your huge, sexy cock. I need to feel it in my mouth. Please, like, let me have it!” Harry’s lips were inches from the man’s shaft as he begged.

Lex grinned widely before his hands gripped Harry’s platinum curls as he shoved his desperate cock into the blonde’s plush lips. The shaft filled Harry’s mouth, stretching his jaw wide as Lex thrust deeper, the head hitting the back of the bimbo’s throat with a forceful jolt. Harry’s Blowjob Expert trait kicked in immediately, and his tongue swirled along the veiny underside playfully, teasing every sensitive ridge as he sucked with passionate abandon. Lex groaned, his hips bucking as he fucked Harry’s face, the bunny ears flopping with each hip thrust as the blonde’s skills brought Lex to the edge in a matter of minutes.

Before Lex could climax, the CEO yanked his cock from Harry’s accommodating mouth, saliva trailing from the blonde’s lips as he gasped. The white-haired man tightly gripped Harry’s curls again and pulled him to his feet with a rough tug before tossing him onto the four-poster bed. The satin sheets slid beneath Harry’s body as Lex spread the blonde’s legs out wide and pushed aside the thin strip of his Playboy bunny costume to expose Harry’s wet and well-used pussy. The powerful man climbed over his trophy slave. He entered Harry’s pussy with a forceful thrust, stretching the blonde’s walls with a deep, punishing rhythm that made Harry’s body shudder with more unwanted pleasure.

The CEO’s hands roamed over the pink satin corset, groping Harry’s big, fake melons as his fingers pinched the hardened nipples beneath the fabric, as he thrust deeper. The blonde’s moans grew louder, his body arching involuntarily as his unique traits amplified the humiliating pleasure. Harry’s mind screamed in protest as the humiliation burned, but his body betrayed him like it had all day, and his hips rocked to meet each punishing thrust.

Lex’s thrusts grew faster, his hips slamming against Harry’s ass with wet, rhythmic slaps as his orgasm approached. Harry’s moans escalated as his pussy clenched like a vice around the man’s throbbing dick, the pleasure overwhelming despite his inner revulsion.

Through his forced ecstasy, Harry’s eyes darted towards his UI. There it was—the log-out symbol glowing brightly, a beacon of escape after days of being grayed out and trapping him inside the game’s mechanics. This was his chance, his best shot to break free from this never-ending nightmare.

Without hesitation, the blonde gamer pressed the log-out button mid-thrust, his vision blurring suddenly as the virtual world dissolved around him. Harry’s body vanished from the bed, leaving Lex’s cock thrusting into empty air, the CEO’s groan of pleasure turning to one of shock as his cum spurted across the satin sheets, splattering in thick, useless streaks. The bimbo’s absence hit Lex like a slap, his hands clutching the air where Harry had been, as his face twisted into a snarl of rage.

Lex staggered back, his robe hanging open as his cum-soaked hands clenched into fists, the empty bed a mocking testament to his overconfidence. “Fuck!” he roared, his voice echoing through the bedroom as he realized his mistake in letting Harry on the safe-zone bed, the one lapse that had cost him his prize. How could he have been so careless?

❖

Harry gasped desperately for breath as his consciousness snapped back to the real world, and the neural device around his neck detached with a soft click before dropping to the floor. The gamer’s vision cleared as he witnessed the familiar bookshelves and his trusty PC monitor grounding him in reality, a wave of relief flooding his chest. He was free from Lifesynced and from Lex’s cruel control. The college student’s trembling hands gripped the desk, steadying himself as he stood. However, his balance faltered, his body swaying unnaturally, as if he were still bound to the game’s physics. The man’s legs felt foreign, his hips wider, and a strange weight pressed against his chest, mirroring the sensations of his virtual prison.

A chilling emptiness drew Harry’s hand to his crotch. His fingers brushed where his cock should have been, only to find a smooth, bald slit, slick with a creamy substance that oozed onto his hand. The gamer gagged as he stared at the cum coating his fingers, the bitter realization twisting his stomach. Panic surged through the young man as he stumbled towards the full-length mirror in his study, his naked form moving away from the tattered remnants of his t-shirt and pants shredded on the ground. As he reached the reflective surface, his lips gaped open in horror.

The mirror revealed a body that wasn’t his own, a perfect replica of Hayley’s virtual form now etched into his very real reality. Long, platinum blonde curls tumbled past his shoulders, delicate pink highlights weaving through the strands, framing a face with high cheekbones and full, obscenely pouty lips, bare of any makeup but undeniably feminine.

His slender neck flowed into a pair of unnaturally firm DD-cup breasts, jutting proudly with hardened nipples tilted upwards. A narrow waist curved into wide, rounded hips, accentuating a plump, hairless ass that jutted every time the feminized man moved. His long and smooth legs stretched down to his delicate feet, and candy-pink acrylic nails, each adorned with a tiny silver jewel, capped his fingers. Between his thighs, his new pussy glistened, cum still leaking in slow, humiliating drips; a cruel remnant of his last action inside the game.

“How is this, like, even possible?” he whispered, his hand flying to his plump mouth in shock. The high-pitched, breathy lilt of Hayley’s voice spilled out from his mouth. The sound sent a chill through his core, his pink-tipped fingers trembling as they hovered over his inviting lips, unable to escape the bimbo cadence that had tormented him in LifeSynced. His eyes widened, staring at the stranger in the mirror, every detail a perfect match to his virtual alter-ego.

“No, this can’t, like, be possible,” he stammered and pouted like a petulant child, shaking his head in disbelief. He gripped the mirror’s edge and shook it, desperate to see Harry, the confident gamer who ruled the internet with his snarky comments and brash jokes, but only Hayley’s curvaceous form stared back.

The realization crashed over Harry like a tidal wave. Somehow, he looked and sounded exactly like his virtual character. However, this was no game; this was the real world, and none of this should have been possible. His mind reeled as he struggled to determine his next move. The only character in the game who knew about Harry’s real-world plight was Michael. Maybe he had the answers. The Glitchcast streamer had no idea what had happened to his rival after the events at UltraTek HQ. Still, perhaps he could find the answers in Michael’s home. It may be a lost cause, but Harry knew he needed to try. At least he had a plan.

End of Chapter Eight