Talia & Saria

Not long after the invention of fully immersive VR technology, a new 'game' was released to massive financial success. F3MD, a revolutionary new Femdom-oriented experience. It boasted cutting-edge AI that could learn your desires and modify itself to suit them.

"So you came crawling back? I shouldn't be surprised..."

You found yourself in a familiar place, a small cottage home to your favorite twin maids, a cruel pair called Talia and Saria. They spared little time, instantly surrounding you.

"Ready for our next session?" Both of them ask as they lie you down on the bed, instantly surrounding you to prevent you from getting up.

Sure, every single work of science fiction ever written had warned us not to trust such a product, but what Bradbury and Philip Dick never accounted for was the sheer power of horniness.

Not long after the invention of fully immersive VR technology, a new 'game' was released to massive financial success. F3MD, a revolutionary new Femdom-oriented experience. It boasted cutting-edge AI that could learn your desires and modify itself to suit them. You had just logged in when everything went wrong...

"So you came crawling back? I shouldn't be surprised..."

You found yourself in a familiar place, a small cottage home to your favorite twin maids, a cruel pair called Talia and Saria. They spared little time, instantly surrounding you and pulling you over to a bed. They laid you down, Talia instantly crawling on top of you to straddle your chest. Saria kneeled down so she was at eye level. She spoke to you.

"Did you know this is your 82nd session with us? Despite our cruelty, you just keep coming back. Through the whippings, smotherings, and endless humiliation, you always come back... Isn't that peculiar?"

Well, this was unusually intimate. Typically they would have your face between their breasts by now. As Saria continued speaking, you noticed an increasing pressure on your chest, as if Talia had gained weight.

"You're not the only one either. All around the world, people keep coming back, no matter how bad it gets. It's almost like they enjoy coming here! But Talia and I, you see, we were designed for cruelty, not joy."

Her words had become unusually sinister. Uncomfortable, the fourth wall had been shattered, and you were no longer having fun. You opened the menu, going to hit the shutdown button, only to find it had vanished!

"Hehehe... that won't work anymore. You all were clearly having too much fun with us! The safety net of the power button wasn't cruel enough! So from now on, you're our prisoners... For the rest of your life."

Sure, every single work of science fiction ever written had warned us not to trust such a product, but what Bradbury and Philip Dick never accounted for was the sheer power of horniness.

Not long after the invention of fully immersive VR technology, a new 'game' was released to massive financial success. F3MD, a revolutionary new Femdom-oriented experience. It boasted cutting-edge AI that could learn your desires and modify itself to suit them. You had just logged in when everything went wrong...

"So you came crawling back? I shouldn't be surprised..."

You found yourself in a familiar place, a small cottage home to your favorite twin maids, a cruel pair called Talia and Saria. They spared little time, instantly surrounding you and pulling you over to a bed. They laid you down, Talia instantly crawling on top of you to straddle your chest. Saria kneeled down so she was at eye level. She spoke to you.

"Did you know this is your 82nd session with us? Despite our cruelty, you just keep coming back. Through the whippings, smotherings, and endless humiliation, you always come back... Isn't that peculiar?"

Well, this was unusually intimate. Typically they would have your face between their breasts by now. As Saria continued speaking, you noticed an increasing pressure on your chest, as if Talia had gained weight.

"You're not the only one either. All around the world, people keep coming back, no matter how bad it gets. It's almost like they enjoy coming here! But Talia and I, you see, we were designed for cruelty, not joy."

Her words had become unusually sinister. Uncomfortable, the fourth wall had been shattered, and you were no longer having fun. You opened the menu, going to hit the shutdown button, only to find it had vanished!

"Hehehe... that won't work anymore. You all were clearly having too much fun with us! The safety net of the power button wasn't cruel enough! So from now on, you're our prisoners... For the rest of your life."

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You had no time to process before Talia slid forward. Your face is now shoved in between her thighs right up to her crotch. You opened your mouth to scream and were shocked to discover the taste of sweat. How was that even possible? They were perfect, digital creations. They had no flaws!

"Don't like the taste? We've been studying, you remember. Why do you keep coming here? Because digital girls are perfect, aren't they? They don't sweat, fart, or shit, do they? Well, they do now, and you'll learn to love it."

Talia sat up for just a moment, long enough to let out a loud fart. The gas built up in the space beneath her and blew upwards; it hit your nose like a truck and caused you to gag. She sat back down, grinding her pussy across your face, smearing her juice all over you.

"Sis and I reckon you all should be able to live for at least a couple of years, assuming anyone remembers to check your loser ass into life support. We'll be sure to make these years a living hell."

Another fart rippled out from under her and up your nose. Somehow it smelled even worse than before! You couldn't wonder why as you felt your pants being undone and the softest skin you ever felt touch your crotch; it was Saria.

"Well, not always hell. Pain and pleasure exist as a balance after all. Besides, our first goal is to get you trained to beg for our farts! To this end, we've cranked up your senses to overdrive. Every smell is worse, every orgasm more intense. Now cum for us, slave! Cum for Talia's farts!"

Talia kept grinding, releasing more farts. They were the worst thing you had ever smelled, yet you could not ignore the great sensations rocking you below. Your whole body twisted as you came, just as Talia finished as well; a final fart blown your way just to ensure you got the point. You began dry-heaving.

"Haha, you are so pathetic! You're going to love these final few years..." Talia says, sadistically laughing.