*Continuing from part a*
**Barry didn’t ask me again and dragged me and Molly to the empty billiard room she locked up. She jumped on the table, legs wide apart.**
**”Pray tell me,” she said. “What is the name of the erotic comic book by Jean-Pierre Gibrat and Francis Leroi which is the adaptation of a famous story for children?” Some possibilities appeared in front of her legs. I didn´t need much time so I just pushed the “Pi-nocchia”. Anthony showed me it two or three times when he made me kneel in the corner and wanted to walk in on me in the reading of page that would make me wet.**
**Molly took the right answer as a cue in her secret mafia hideout. She sang a wordless ode, and made her legs flexible but arms even more so. She touched Barry´s arms, slightly, unmoving otherwise but with her eyes that were supposedly telling the guy in the room that she has a much, much bigger erotic fantasy than he does. She moved further and caressed lines of the trousers on her butt, then started to remove her top. She folded it in the half first, so I could see that for her slim figure she possesses unexpectedly full breasts, though this made me jealous of the virtual character, not aroused.**
**She pointed her bottom in my direction, clutching the top like a shy modest girl who was merely forced to do this. Suddenly she got straight and tossed her top in a quick move, but turned over slowly.**
**Damn. Not just that her tits were phasers set on stun, but those nipples and areola were painted in the intense shade of pink, something, that got Molly closer to the proverbial doll for adults. She played with the chains and pushed her nipples through the links.**
**She bent to me. “They are your prisoners, Barry. Do you want to make a cell inspection?”**
**I twisted them a lot and listened to her moans. It took me a while to understand this is a mini-game, and I must produce a combination she likes. After I had it right, she yelled and put her hands on the zip of her trousers.**
**”Can you guess, my hero, which erotic novel, published in the ’50s, bore the same name as its supposed author?”**
**That was also a no-brainer. I typed “Emanuella”. One of the books I borrowed from my mother´s room, along with six DVDs.**
**Molly unzipped her jeans and danced artistically in a minute, putting her waist, calves, knees, and thighs in the use. She lost her shoes and made a pretty “silly me” expression, not caring about her trousers sliding down, revealing her green panties and ornamented stockings.**
**”I must get it all off. Wanna help?”**
**I jumped to her. Yikes, Barry must make her as God made her and then insert his fleshy joystick. I accepted the first, undoing the chains, and the bracelets, then switching her head down, stripping everything that protected her legs and tender hairy crotch. Now I had to knock her out. Alright, the bottle of gin beside the table was sparking…**
**”Okay, at first I tried to knock her with the bottle, but then I realized I had to get her drunk. She refused adamantly. Claimed that she would drink until after sex, so I poured it into her mouth. Thank God the game allows that.” Hubert was collecting Molly’s items over her naked, lifeless body. „Besides asking everything, try if you can’t force access for Barry.”**
**”If Molly has to fuck the mayor, count on me trying all the positions one by one.” Hubert was willing to suck it down, so Barry had time to take it easy. I longed to gargle my throat with one of the liquors on offer, although the stimulant circuits might just tingle the sucker’s lips a little. With a glass in hand, I would then approach each NPC and spill the clothes of some of the more handsome gangsters. We would change clothes. He wouldn’t be shy in front of Barry…**
**”I had a feeling you aren´t going to take an advantage of Molly, but if you wake her up, she won’t remember anything, and she’ll relax again.”**
**The pink policeman spoke to me, but the voice belonged to Alice.**
**”How can you program a female character like that?” I grunted.**
**”Porn means creativity and must meet the needs of everyone. Men most of all, because they are the majority of customers.” Alice cleared her throat. “Otherwise, Graham was right. He has to make the mayor happy now. I doubt he’ll like the end of the act, though.”**
**”Piss on that. Why did you join us?”**
**“When you finish the game, I will no longer be in the hall. Brunkow gets mad that she can’t use VR, so she kept chasing Stacey. She offered us to “work out” together.” Alice rubbed her forehead. “It goes on, Zito, it does. At least I will remind her to contact my husband. Nevertheless, Brunkow wants scary service. She’s probably the worst person to confide in.”**
**We confided about half of the secrets to her… “Those who are clever need not fear! And we are girls with a wild imagination!”**
**I successfully undressed a couple of gangsters within twenty minutes. I didn’t see Molly, or rather Nancy, upstairs, so I assumed something was up. The fruits of Hubert’s gaming zeal turned out to be unpleasant for him, as Alice had prophesied. Mob chief Maxim Swordfish, not caring about his reputation, was coming downstairs and shouting.**
**”My daughter is a whore, she can go to others of her kind!” He was preceded by two real, and certainly bribed, policemen, leading Nancy in the middle, her clothes torn and her breasts dangling loosely, bound so much that they were all purple. Her mouth was stuffed with Molly’s knickers, and she was muttering out weird variations on “Help” as if she were Penelope Pitstop.**
**I approached Hubert’s avatar, amazed at the turn of events. When I was two steps away from him, the whole hall froze, gangsters, beautiful girls, and Maxim’s besties stopped moving. Nancy turned her head to me and circled her masked face for a moment. I reached into those panties where I found the paper. As soon as I took it out, the restaurant environment went back to normal. I unfolded the find and saw the inscription: Vanessa Guzmán, The Supply Manager.**
**Will Hubert now play at all, or will he be just roasting over a fireplace? I left the restaurant and let myself be swallowed by the fog of the cut between the scenes. Based on the previous editing of our travels, I expected straightaway transport to Guzmán apartment. In reality, Barry had to talk to people in the streets and assemble the supply manager´s address. Only then would the taxi driver accept the money and kick off his engine. We rode a short time and we would arrive at Guzmán even quicker if we hadn´t fought a giant Fugu fish. I didn´t understand it either.**
**I rang the doorbell of Vanessa´s home. The manager conformed to the aquatic theme. She wore a broad poncho decorated with corals, seahorses, and sharks… And I saw right through it as the light went through that diaphanous dress and stopped on the orange bra and panties, sidetracking man eyes from Latina face full of Asian and Spaniard features.**
**For the first impression, I clicked on the line of the flattering dialogue – “Is your voice as sweet as your skin?” She rewarded me with a taste of that yummy voice and the open door. Inside the living room, I decided to be more direct by choosing “Maxim business” clarified by “Not a friend of Maxim”.**
**Cautious as I should have been, I trusted Alice and her resourcefulness. Vanessa called Barry “In-truding boar!” The updated dialogue wheel offered me response options “Slap her,” “Take away the poncho,” or the most magical course of action, the enchanting spell – “Spank her.”**
**Yeah, let’s reveal the veil of history a little. I don´t know much about how it went in other coun-tries, but here in America, there was a time when female characters were spanked with no bad consequence in all media, from movies to superhero comic books. Every field of cultural products yelled, “Show them who is the boss!” Maybe it was better than later dry politeness.**
**In decades to follow, there was surprisingly easy to smuggle a spanking scene into audiovisual art, including… Video games, for example, one where you could make elf mom thrash her little daughter for as long as you wish.**
**I wouldn’t have considered myself conservative before, but every mass of the human soul calls for a counterweight. An old-schooler should try new things, to overcome her reservations, and the modernist should know the pros of traditional ways. Even if it makes her look like a brutish troglodyte. Barry grabbed Vanessa’s hand and before she knew it, the lady laid her firm belly on his lap. The poncho slid slightly forward and Barry, seated in the chair, wrapped one arm around the small of her back. She was kicking her legs even before receiving the first blow, slightly blocked by my leg. Now I was getting excited. I imagined that I was the one getting it and took charge of Vanessa’s late upbringing. With my right hand, I repeatedly hit the arched, full ass, enticed by the orange fabric. It was slapping nicely, and if I spared her at the beginning, it was only to deliver the most stinging blows when we were done with the warm-up round.**
**She didn’t respond properly for a long time, but as soon as I pushed, she began to plead about what she would do for me if I let her go. We both went into a trance, but each in a different way. Vanessa surely sensed or would sense, if she were real, the spot where I couldn’t take my eyes off, and my hand kept coming back there. She made me happy even after I stopped punishing her. Vanessa jumped, all embarrassed, with a superhuman speed worthy of the Flash.**
**She kissed Barry meekly and offered him more accommodating options for dialogue. It took a few tries to get her to help me with the actions. So she called Maxim and verified that the kidnapped ones were on the ship called Dümmerung. She said she’ll give me access to it.**
**We drove to a place outside the civilized corner of the game world. Dümmerung circled in the bay with the help of four paddle wheels like a car from a Dada poem. I also did not miss that the space around her was swarming with electric eels. I kept hoping that Alice had engaged her brain enough to not make this another minigame, but… I hopped on the sinking rocks with Vanessa and popped my clog nine times. On another try, Vanessa opened the small back door for me. It led to the cargo area, dirty and plain with no sophisticated accessories. What else was missing, were innocent victims of the kidnapping. Guys were standing there in blocks, the youngest one around twenty, and the oldest one could easily be seventy. Gathered in twos and threes at the chairs, they kept looking at the sheets of paper with lines scribbled on them. Their faces lacked color, but they looked lively.**
**This whole crowd was caught in the same movements, but there persisted an element of action that maybe started and was stopped at some stage. Maxim Swordfish stood in the open doorway, frozen like a statue, or rather a robot that had to be pushed by someone. As I suspected, all Barry had to do, was take a few steps in his direction, and the gangster was moving, his buddy the mayor in the Hades-dark shadow. The two of them were showing the world a grin that was as blissful as it was malevolent. Heat in their eyes subsided a bit when they looked at Barry, but they didn’t let it spoil their fun. The mayor simply walked around my character and greeted Vanessa not quite politely.**
**Maxim showed himself to be a slightly more practical individual and asked me who I was. I could present myself as either a policeman wanting a bribe or a brothel owner needing staff. The goal was to curry favor with him, wasn’t it? The second option made me a client and a possible debtor… Maxim laughed sarcastically until I clicked on the bubble that said “What’s going on?”**
**”My camouflage works perfectly,” he began to explain. “My dear little boat sometimes sails out into the open waters, yes, but she never loses my animals, only in the most tragic way. What I take from the streets, I keep here. Do you see our guests?” He pointed at the unburied zombies. “Frightened city council, but also honorarium practically from the rest of the state. All serving my organization, victims of extortion, relatives of various hostages. And you know what? They adore me because even though they have to bow to me, I gave them slaves of their own.” He laughed again, this time like a cawing crow. “Come in!” he ordered briskly to someone still in the corridor. A giantess with an athletic figure, symbolic breasts, and hair dyed green walked in, wearing a silly maid outfit… The same clothes wore Maxim’s daughter Molly alias Nancy, played by Hubert.**
**”Gentlemen!” Maxim exclaimed. “These lovely skanks will show you our menu of people who are no longer living as persons for some weeks now. At the same time, they are the main course themselves. After they would take and prepare your orders, they will take the hosts of you, each one tied to the table!”**
**I went to Nancy and whispered: “Do you have a plan going on?”**
**Hubert snickered. “You bet. Me and Gustava here were just frozen, waiting for you to arrive.”**
**Maxim shoved me aside. “Just speak, whore,” he told Nancy.**
**Nancy took the central stage. “I know you people have raunchy thoughts when you see lass like me,” she said and put her hand under her belly, deep into her panties. She moaned shortly and freed her fingers, this time holding a small cachet.**
**”I am afraid I will make your instruments soft and retracting today!” She dropped the cachet on the floor, and it shattered. I have to say I was unable to breathe. The air got poisoned by the suffocating fishy smell. NPCs were reacting much more strongly, protecting their mouths and necks in ways that were dangerous to life on their own. Mostly they were losing consciousness and falling on the floor, making an almost rhythmical thud.**
**”So long, good fellas!” Nancy took my and Gustava´s hand, jumping to the corridor and locking the door from the other side.**
**”Greater stench than…” I was tempted to say “crap of princeps”, but as a tight-lipped survivalist I changed it to “carcasses of skunk”.**
**”Be glad you weren´t the one mixing it,” Hubert said. “We had to prepare the tincture but also the thing that would make us immune. Starting to understand why people switched to the walkthroughs when playing adventure games. We are heading to the bridge!”**
**”Shouldn´t be here a ton of anyone who wouldn´t allow us?” I wondered.**
**”All strategical persons seduced,” Hubert said. “Simply don´t tarry, and we will join the new commander-in-chief.”**
**We reached the room containing two huge computers and a wooden steering wheel.**
**”I planted a master hacker in the system,” Hubert said, and stood behind the sitting punk with a ring in her nose, wearing only grey rags. She turned on the chair and smiled at us. “Do you want to make some coffee, big guy?”**
**”No, I want to put some use to your computer skills to do… What are you trying to get into?” Her AI understood.**
**”The ship is programmed to cruise the ocean every few days, and it is supposed to start in four minutes. I am just changing the order, so it stays near the coastline and the city.”**
**”Then we will put communication into operation and call Mrs. Hoover from the FBI,” Hubert said. “How far are you?”**
**The hacker inexplicably wrinkled her face in a confused stare.**
**”I am not sure about this system… And I might have been entirely wrong about my hacker life. I should work with my broader muscles much earlier. Never too late to start.” She stood up and took a small cloth to wipe the steering wheel.Hubert laughed in disbelief. “I think Mrs. Kane should attend to a clear bug in the program.”That seemed absurd to me. “Alice is no longer watching the gameplay, but…I don´t think this is a bug. AI wouldn´t ordain her new alternative modus operandi…”**
**”Then why she can´t do what her role describes? The game made me lick her to be part of my team. I will not regret that, but I considered my oral interactions to be so…”**
**”Maybe this is not a bug. I think this is something you should be grasping as a major lesson.”**
**Hubert shrugged. “That women suddenly back off when they are supposed to be useful?” “Quite the opposite. You are missing that as every man, women have inherent abilities, and by forbidding them not to use these abilities, you might hurt society as a whole!”**
**Yes, that is the eternal truth because if you are limiting such a big group of humankind, you might slow down progress. You don´t know which ideas might have been hampered, which lives might have been saved, which perspectives might have been offered.**
**I need a break from the world.**
**”So, it is maybe the final mini-game,” Hubert stated.**
**I gritted my teeth.**
**”I was explaining to you a flaw in your system. Fifteen seconds ago!” Hubert perfected Nancy´s arrogant smile and shook her head in the ellipses.**
**”Your idea might be the intention of the game designer. That is unconfirmed until you find a solution.”**
**Dümmerung was now aiming to the ocean proper. The waters shone. I thought the depiction of Atlantic is composed out of the blue fire but wasn´t that the title of some book I read?**
**”Nancy is the one who should crack this case,” I suggested. “You were punished for your sexuality. The man who considered himself your father took away your agency, acting as if his daughter was still a child, or worse, a chattel. Your clues should be like you stood up against him.”**
**”No, Barry, you are the manly oppressor. You are the one summoned to apologize to her.”**
**”That is bollocks!”**
**”Open her dialogues!”**
**I waited for about a minute if he will come to agree with me. As that didn´t happen, I clicked on the “Hacker” bubble. Zero options. Hubert clinically initiated the next conversation himself. The system provided him with the repe-ated blank space. “Perhaps to give her something…”**
**”I used everything that was sparking. It all served its purpose.”**
**I breathed heavily. Videogame can be your supreme leisure, but then it drags by stucking you stuck in the place, and your respite is put off to the second you found out the solution to the riddle.**
**”There is something in her name.” I pointed out to the end of the “Hacker” bubble. “Some little “X”,” Hubert agreed. He touched the letter, but it showed him the same effect as previously. I put Barry´s hand on it, and this time bubble changed its color to yellow.**
**”Why it… We should edit her name?”**
**”She doesn´t even have one,” I noted. “You were right. Barry must do something, but it is not apologizing, exactly. First of all, he must acknowledge her as a person.” I erased the “Hacker” sign and replaced it with “Delores” as that name touched my mood suddenly.**
**The renamed NPC stopped her cleaning at once and gently rubbed Barry´s fingers. She returned to her computer, analyzing what the monitor displayed.**
**”She is in the loop,” Hubert complained, and it couldn´t be described in any other way. She was working “hard” while the pictures weren´t changing and the final cutscene wasn´t coming. We lost our last possible chance to interact with her. I glanced around and talked to Gustava, giving her the option “Go to the other computer.” She did, and Delores symbolically speeded up.**
**”What have you done?” Hubert asked.**
**”It is just a theory, but I think we are not reaching the optimal result if the working lady is the ex-ception. The moment the workplace has more of them, when it becomes a norm, then the mecha-nism is clogged no more.”**
**”Mrs. Kane is a brave pervert,” Hubert spat. “So where is the eeending?”**
**”I think you need to take the helm,” I offered.**
**When Nancy touched the steering wheel, the ship immediately stopped, then it sailed in the opposite direction. That city might have been corrupt and filthy, but all of a sudden it represented liberty and safety, instead of piracy and slavery practiced on the seas.**
**The bridge vanished in white nothingness, flashing with black letters.**
**Mystery Solved**
**Game Fulfilled**
The burden of the biceps deflated into the synthetic sealskin. I unzipped it with some slowness, compensated by Hubert´s arm.
“Coming out of the fairy-tale realm, unsullied maiden?”
I followed his lead, one step behind him, perhaps so I could admire his posterior. But it is true that in the Holy Submission lounge I was looking at him sitting before I could take my chair.
“Did you agree with what I tried to tell you?” Hubert smiled. “You are not a child. I would also never call you feeble-mind. Neither am I a little boy or a fool. What we are is superior and subordinate by the sensible law.” “You are the law? So, does that make me criminal?”
“What are you implying, miss Woodroof?”
I took a deep breath.
“Well, since the moment you and I met, my behavior was rather inappropriate. I questioned the wisdom of New Androcentrism in your face.”
Five steps carried me to Hubert, discreetly sliding my panties just under the hem. I touched him on the knees, only to stretch myself slowly over them.
“They will revere you in the Institute when you will them truthfully you made uppity bitch cry with your own hands!”
He wasn´t responding, but he liked what he saw. His nostrils were intaking the air, and something hard rose in his pants. I brushed against that important piece of his body and tried to stretch my arms so I could stabilize myself on the floor. Hubert thwarted it by squeezing my right arm under my shoulder.
“Not a move, you equalist brat!”
A plate of steel lowered my buttcheeks flat, that’s what I felt.
My pelvis was flying, cheeky halves of the sitting region without stability, my mound scratched by the material of Hubert’s clothing. The bottom of the foolish girl was cold, but Hubert made everything in his masculine power to end this discomfort… I wanted it to last long, so I also inflamed him, wriggling my ass a little too far. He did not disappoint, smacked it like a gnawing cur, and drew it tight again.
“I think your Androcentrism teacher needs an important suggestion,” he said and slapped my sitting spot four times in a row. “You should be spanked every Friday after the last lesson. You had too easy weekends.”
I knew some girls would wish me that misery, unaware of the irony. I should be thanking Hubert. Unfortunately, my yelps were anything but coherent.
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