By the end of the week, Erin had become quite an expert at controlling her avatar. She played late into the night on Wednesday and into the wee hours again on Thursday. She hurried home after work on Friday, ready to spend her entire weekend in front of the black box.
The box had proven to be amazingly versatile. It produced a plastic handgun for Erin to use while her avatar was being trained at the firing range. It unfolded various loops and bars when Erin and the other recruits were running the obstacle course. A full police baton slid out of a side compartment when she was taught various crowd control techniques. And the coolest feature so far had come out during hand-to-hand combat. The whole top of the box opened to unfold a full-size mannequin, complete with a padded torso and mechanical arms that Erin could physically spar with.
Erin had quickly decided that the people who made this were freaking geniuses. Even without all the nifty gadgets that popped out of the box, the game would have been incredibly cool. In just the two evenings that she had been playing, she had guided her avatar through 2 weeks of training. That was possible because she was automatically fast-forwarded through all the boring parts: law interpretation, report writing, conflict resolution, and of course sleeping.
Erin felt as though she’d formed real relationships with a number of her fellow recruits and a few of the trainers. Early on, she decided that her character would be outgoing, spunky, flirtatious, and tough – characteristics that the normally reserved Erin didn’t often display in real life. But when she was playing, she felt like she could do or say anything. This attitude had made her some very close girlfriends from among the recruits, and had also irritated at least a couple of her instructors. But who cared!
Erin was happy that her house was so secluded. It wasn’t far out of town, but it was far enough away from other houses that she could scream at the top of her lungs and nobody would ever hear her. Her living room, where she was playing the game, was also in the back of the house. The windows looked out onto a small yard and a forest, and she had literally never seen anyone back there. This meant she could be loud and act as ridiculous as she wanted while playing the game, and she didn’t have to worry about anyone seeing or hearing her.
When Erin got home Friday, she snarfed down some very quick dinner and grabbed the clothes she was using as her ‘trainee’ outfit. That was one part of the game that seemed odd at first. Her avatar had arrived at the first drill still wearing Erin’s flowery dress. The trainer had scolded her and sent her back to the women’s dorm to change. Erin tried to mime changing into some clothes that she saw on the screen, but her avatar wouldn’t change until Erin actually took off her dress and pulled on some workout clothes.
By Friday, changing clothes for real just seemed right. It certainly helped Erin to feel as if she was actually the avatar who going through the Academy. After Erin clipped on the wrist and ankle bands, she slipped out of her clothes and lay on the floor in her bra and panties. In the academy, she had left her avatar sleeping, so she’d have to pick up where she left off. The first night, she’d been ridiculed by the other female trainees in the dorm for sleeping in her clothes, so she quickly started ‘sleeping’ in just her underwear the way they did. It felt rather silly the first couple times to have to strip and lay on her floor for a couple moments while she was fast-forwarded through the game’s night, but by now it was old hat.
Erin was excited for the first drill of the day – arrest techniques. Their instructor discussed the correct procedure for taking an uncooperative suspect to the ground and handcuffing them behind their back. The trainees were paired off to practice on each other. Erin was glad to be paired with her closest friend, Jenna, a tall red-head whose spunk matched that of Erin’s character.
The box produced a set of very real-looking police handcuffs and unfolded the mannequin. It was obvious from the display screen that the mannequin represented Jenna. They decided Erin would go first, so she tucked the cuffs under her belt and took a firm hold on the mannequin’s left wrist. She twisted that wrist behind the mannequin’s torso, and heard Jenna on the screen say: “Oww, hey! Take it easy!”
“Toughen up,” Erin replied as she pushed the mannequin onto its face and placed her knee in the small of its back as she had been shown. She then pulled the mannequin’s other wrist behind it and cuffed the wrists together. She glanced at the screen when she was done and enjoyed the sight of herself, kneeling on top of her cuffed friend.
“You look great like this, hot stuff,” she whispered into Jenna’s ear.
“Yeah, yeah,” Jenna replied, “now get off me!”
It was Jenna’s turn to practice on Erin next. Erin had thought, somewhat optimistically, that this would just be skipped over. When it became obvious that it was going to happen, she got a bit nervous. Those handcuffs certainly felt real, and she was pretty sure they wouldn’t come off without the key that she had just turned over along with the cuffs to the Jenna mannequin. But she felt comfortable practicing with her friend, so she wasn’t too worried.
While Erin was mulling this over, Jenna went ahead and grabbed her wrist and twisted it roughly behind her. Erin said “Take it easy!” the same way Jenna had moments ago, and was ignored in the same way as well.
The mannequin easily pushed her to the ground, pulled her other wrist behind her, and had her handcuffed before she knew it. It was all rather frightening, to be manhandled so easily by the robotic arms. She was actually handcuffed and pinned to the ground in her own living room. She struggled instinctively, but it was clear that the handcuffs were indeed locked on and that the mannequin knee could hold her down.
Then she heard Jenna’s voice whisper to her: “Hey, take it easy yourself.”
Erin turned her head and was comforted by the fact that it was Jenna on top of her. Erin felt she knew and could trust this friend. Her fears were further abated as she saw the woman on the screen fumble with the key and then unlock her. Jenna gave her a hard time for the little panic Erin apparently had, and Erin quickly convinced herself that she had been silly to worry.
Next up, some target practice allowed Erin to blow off a bunch of energy, and she left the shooting range feeling stress free. All the recruits were then directed to change into their work-out clothes and head to the track for physical fitness. This usually just involved running, and most of the time the game just let Erin fast forward through all of it. This, however, wasn’t going to be one of those times.
One big piece of feedback Erin planned to give the developers at the end of the trial was that a user should be allowed to choose which sections to fast-forward past. She knew she could just skip the exercises, but that would certainly lead to her avatar flunking out of the academy, and she really wanted to graduate and get to see some real action!
Unfortunately, it looked like she’d have to do the drudgery if she wanted to do the fun parts. She went ahead and changed into spandex shorts and a sports bra and reported to the track. Erin regretted her rather skimpy clothing choice when she found that it was Sergeant Hayworth who was going to be leading the exercises.
Hayworth was a serious hard-ass as well as a total jerk. Erin and Jenna had been regularly mocking him behind his back, and often mocking him to his face. At that point in the game, the guy totally had it out for them. And now he was going to be leading them in an hour-long fitness session. Erin hoped the computer would fast forward at some point, but figured that if not, she’d count it as her exercise for the whole weekend.
Sergeant Hayworth started them off with a warm up jog and some sprints. The jog was easy enough, since Erin didn’t actually have to move anywhere, just move her legs up and down in place. But in order to keep up with the sprint, she had to crank her arms and legs quite quickly, and she started to fall behind after the 10th rep.
Hayworth called them all to a stop then strode over and stood towering above Erin’s panting avatar. There was nothing standing over the real Erin, but it was impossible to ignore the feeling and Erin couldn’t help but shrink back a bit.
The sergeant bellowed: “Cadet Feston, you must learn to keep up! Drop and give me 20!”
Erin groaned. Pushups just weren’t her thing. When her avatar had first been told to do them, she thought she’d be able to get away with just laying in position on the floor, since the wrist and ankle bands wouldn’t move from that position anyway. But it quickly became obvious that the game could pick up at least large motions from its camera, and it knew when she wasn’t doing a proper pushup.
Sergeant Hayworth certainly knew exactly when a proper pushup wasn’t completed, and made her start the count over partway through for not keeping her back straight. When she got to ten, Erin saw the jerk put his foot in the middle of her avatar’s back. At the same time, she felt one of the box’s robot arms pushing down on her own back, making further pushups nearly impossible. But Hayworth just kept yelling and easing up slightly until Erin was able to complete the 20.
Hayworth then had the whole group start doing jumping jacks. Erin was disgusted to see in the screen that the dirty bastard was lewdly checking out all of the bouncing boobs and butts on the female cadets, including those of her own avatar. In her apartment, Erin’s boobs were indeed bouncing like crazy as she kept up the fast jumping-jack pace. It just felt so incredibly personal to have Hayworth staring unabashedly at the faithfully recreated bouncing boobs of her avatar.
When the perv took a step closer to her avatar to get a better view, Erin just couldn’t help herself. She pulled her hand back and slapped the sergeant hard across his face. The rest of the group froze as Hayworth collected himself, then said in a dangerously soft voice: “Cadet Feston, you should think before hitting your betters.”
Erin was beyond caring about flunking this game, and gave the bastard a big piece of her mind, ending with: “And don’t think for a second that you are my ‘better.’ I could best you in any of the skills we’ve been learning here.”
“Oh you think so,” was Hayworth’s reply. “I’ll let you take your pick, then show you how wrong you are, foolish girl.”
Erin decided that hand-to-hand combat would be her best bet. She’d gotten quite good, and thought that it would be almost impossible for the computer to beat her if she just stayed aware of those robotic arms. Hayworth announced that they would settle this immediately, and had the class form a large ring around the two of them. The padded mannequin and robotic arms unfolded from the box, and one arm made a come-get-me sign, mimicking Hayworth’s mocking gesture on the screen.
Erin took a breath and paced back and forth in front of the mannequin, knowing that if she stayed out of reach of those arms then there was nothing the mannequin, and therefore Hayworth, could do to her. She made a series of feints, then went in for what she expected to be a solid punch to the stomach. But the Hayworth/Mannequin snatched her fist right out of the air. Before she could even react, her arm was twisted behind her and she was shoved flat on her stomach, just like she was earlier when practicing with Jenna.
This time she resisted hard right from the start. However, just like the last time, the mannequin easily pulled her other wrist behind her. Erin struggled and shouted “No!” when she saw Hayworth on the screen pull out his handcuffs, but there was nothing she could do to prevent her wrists from being cuffed together behind her back.
Erin saw Hayworth on the screen grin widely as he looked down at her avatar, pinned beneath his knee like captured prey. She saw him reach backward and grab her avatar’s ass at the same time that she felt her own ass get squeezed hard by one of the robotic arms. The Hayworth/mannequin arm then came back around, cupped her chin with its hand, and started pulling her head up and back. Erin’s chest was lifted off the floor as her back was bent painfully.
She heard Hayworth whisper: “Do you submit?”
Erin refused to give the bastard that pleasure, but he just kept pulling back on her chin. Her boobs were now off the floor, and Hayworth decided to take advantage of that fact. He reached around with his free hand and began fondling her ample globes. In reality, Erin was being fondled by the mannequin, but she was completely caught up in the game and couldn’t really tell the difference at that point.
Hayworth asked again: “Do you submit?”
With the burning shame of the fondling, Erin continued to resist the pain in her back. Hayworth chuckled, then pulled the front of her sports bra down, popping her boobs out of their cups one by one. Avatar Erin was now on full display to her class-mates, and real life Erin was bare and helpless in her own living room.
Both Erins then moaned in pain as Hayworth/mannequin pinched hard on one nipple and pulled it up sharply. He hadn’t stopped pulling further up on her chin either, forcing Erin’s chest into a near vertical position. The pain in her back finally hit an unbearable point, and despite the humiliation of having her tits shown off and abused, Erin was forced to give in.
“I submit,” she mumbled
“Loud enough so the whole class can hear you,” Hayworth demanded.
Erin, desperate and beaten, obliged by shouting “I submit!”
Hayworth/mannequin lowered Erin to the floor, then lifted her onto her feet. She was still handcuffed behind her back and still had her boobs spilling over her sports bra.
“This is what misplaced pride can get you,” Hayworth announced, then slapped her hard on the ass and strode out of the room.
Avatar Erin was left cuffed and exposed in a room filled with her peers. Real Erin was left cuffed and exposed in her living room, where she quickly jumped out of reach of the game box. On the screen, Jenna got up, quickly found a handcuff key, and brought it over to avatar Erin. But in the living room, Erin refused to get within reach of the robotic arms. On the screen, this showed up as avatar Erin walking away from Jenna whenever she got close.
“C’mon Erin,” Jenna said, “You’re making a fool of yourself. Let me unlock you and cover you up.”
Erin finally relented. She feared the robotic arm but didn’t how else she could get out of the handcuffs. As soon as Jenna unlocked her, however, she tore her wrist and ankle bands off and ran out of the room, vowing not to return to the game.
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To Be Continued…
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