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After each session was over, Reyna and I were given time to clean up and recover with most of the men treating us with great care and kindness, the complete opposite of the roles they played during our the encounters. Given the nature of the game world, clean up and recover were fairly trivial and only took a handful of seconds. There were times, however, where Reyna and I chose clean up the old fashioned way by having a shower or a bath, each of us cleaning each other’s bodies and washing each others hair. It wasn’t unusual for our male friends to join us in these baths and they’d clean our bodies for us.

Afterwards, she and I would sit down with our male role play partners and talk about the session. With each encounter, I always felt a little safer and my trust not only for Reyna but also our male playmates began to grow. During one “Aftercare” discussion, I had mention to them all about how I had wanted some of them to finish inside me and I asked how they felt about that. Up until this point, the men would usually pull out and finish either on my belly or occasionally on my cheeks and mouth. Going around to each of our male friends, all of them agreed that they were comfortable with finishing inside me.

By the next session, held only an hour or so later, I was able to feel the sensation of having 10 different men all finish inside me, one after the other. After each of them did, Reyna would then please them and “clean” them with her mouth as she stuck to her fantasy of only offering oral sex. Having long before blocked out most of what the men were saying during our role plays, I was able to achieve multiple orgasms each time, sometimes almost reaching my climax simply by having them around me and the building of the anticipation. Something was changing inside my mind and my heart and Reyna and her presence had everything to do with it. I felt I was becoming something more.

My first thought was what most people would assume it would be - that I had become a slut or a whore by allowing myself to be taken by so many men the way I did. I didn’t care about what other people thought though and over time, had started to enjoy being called a whore or some variation of it, something that has stuck with me since. Others might question how I, a victim of sexual assault, could allow so many men to use me in that way. How could I suddenly be comfortable with that scenario playing out. To me, the answer was simple.

All I knew was I was experiencing something I’d never felt before and each time I did, Reyna was there with me before, during, and after. We’d spent so much time together it began to feel strange the handful of times she would have to log out to attend to business in her real life. Even on days we’d decided to take a break, all I wanted was to be with her.

During one day we’d set aside as a break, I had been out at a local room and Reyna, able to easily locate me because we were on each other friend’s list, logged in and immediately teleported to me without messaging or calling me first. I had been sitting with another friend and I watched as Reyna made a bee line for me as I sat at a table there in a room called Love Buzz. Her face was covered in worry and concern and when I stood up to greet her, she immediately threw her arms around me and pulled me to her. My first instinct was that something was wrong.

“Reyna,” I said as I hugged her. “Are you alright? What’s happened?”

“Nothing,” she said, her arms gripping me in a way she’d never held me before. “Everything’s OK. It’s all OK.”

“Are you sure,” I asked, getting the distinct feeling something was really bothering her. My friend whom I’d been sitting with gracefully excused themselves to give Reyna and I some privacy.

“I just really needed to see you,” she said. She pulled her face out from my shoulder and looked at me as tears began to fall from her eyes. “I’m sorry. I just…all day all I could think about was seeing you.” I wiped away her tears and kept her close to me. That night we stayed there in the room and sat together in a small corner area with a single table and one small light that we could adjust. From there we could look out to the rest of the patrons as they joked and laughed and talked about anything and everything. But instead of watching them and talking, all Reyna and I did was hold each other and stare into each other’s eyes.

We said very few words to each other, but we didn’t need to. Like her, all I wanted was to be close to my most beloved friend in Aurora. All I could think about was her and all I cared about was spending as much time as possible before each of us were called back to the real world. More and more, on the days we didn’t have our sessions, Reyna and I would just find places in Aurora, new rooms, where we could just sit together and spend time. Some days we’d find ourselves at a park feeding sliced grapes and frozen peas to ducks and others we’d spend in clubs where we’d dance the night away, all while focusing our attention only on each other. Each time either of us were approached by men, which was quite often, we’d kindly turn them down simply so we could enjoy each other’s company.

Over time, the sessions became fewer, but we’d still manage 2-3 a week as we both still liked to have our fun within that fantasy world. Each time the voice of our antagonists within the fantasy became fainter and fainter to the point where I never even heard their racial slurs and insults. Reyna and I were just doing what we had come to enjoy. She’d watch me as one of our male friends would have sex with me and often times finish inside me, and I would watch her as she pleased yet another of our role play partners orally. Over time, they men felt secondary to what our fantasy was. We’d managed to focus only on each other for so long that anything they said to us meant nothing. The hate and vitriol and racism had vanished from our minds and allowed us to overcome it.

Ultimately, for Reyna and I, it was never really about the sex. While it could feel good physically, the main draw for us was trying to take back what we felt was taken from us: control. In our fantasy where it would appear as if we were the victims of a group of racist white men, in our minds we were the ones exerting our will because we were getting what we wanted and their demands became nothing. We’d reached a level of consciousness neither of us had managed to in our real world lives. We’d become the closest of friends, spending every sleeping moment with each other. All I wanted was to be with her and all she wanted was to be with me. All of it felt as if it had culminated into something so much more than what we’d imagined it could have ever been and it very well could have morphed into something much more beautiful…until the day she felt she had to walk away from it all.

Reyna and I were on one of our days off visiting a club where we both loved the music and the crowd wasn’t all that big. It was nighttime and the drinks around the club were flowing and Reyna and I were dancing like no one was looking. We’d both turned the music down in our HUDs so we could talk to each other and listen to some of our other friends that had gone out with us. It was the happiest I’d ever felt in years and the smile on Reyna’s face lit up the room like a burst of sunshine through a line of storm clouds. Some of our male friends from our sessions had joined us and everything felt right in our world. I was dancing and talking to Reyna when I’d noticed something that didn’t look right to me out of the corner of my eye.

I looked past Reyna and across the dance floor. I spotted what appeared to be a very drunk woman that was having a hard time with a guy near the bar. I watched for several seconds and saw him cock his open hand back and slap her right across her face which sent her down to the floor. In an instant, I felt myself walking to them, brushing past Reyna and the others and pushing my way through the crowded dance floor. I watched him as he stood over her. I looked down to her face and saw the fear in her eyes. I saw a flash of my ex husband for a moment, but shoved my way past that vision, only thinking that I had to help this poor girl. I saw the man raise his hand to her once more and without thinking, I’d hooked his arm with my own and used my weight to pull him back and away from her. He didn’t see me coming and he’d had a few drinks in him which combined with my weight caused him to fall to the ground. In a flash, I was on his chest with my full body weight, punching him, not caring about what damage I was doing.

“Don’t you fucking touch her!” I screamed at him which cause others in the club to turn and watch me as I continued to pummel his face with my fists. With each punch, I let out another expletive and became angrier. “You! Piece of shit! Motherfucker!” I was seeing red and the all I could hear was the vicious rumbling of thunder and the wail of a screaming guitar from a heavy metal track by Mick Gordon. After several more punches, I felt the hands of others pulling me off of him. After initially shoving them away so I could continue to dish out my own brand of street justice, I finally allowed them to take me off of him, only relenting when I finally heard Reyna’s voice calling to me. Once I had been set back on my feet, I glared at him for a moment before turning my attention to the girl he’d struck, not caring about the tinges of pain I felt from my hands after nearly destroying his face.

I squatted down beside her and asked if she was OK. She seemed somewhat out of it, probably from the mixture of booze and being struck in the head. Even here in Aurora, you could still potentially become drunk and even be stunned from being hit unexpectedly.

“Ana,” Reyna called out as she worked her way through the crowd around me to see what was going on. She’d been calling out to me before, but I’d been so focused on that man that I chose to ignore her cries. “Ana, what happened!” I looked back as Reyna knelt down next to me to make sure I was alright.

“That piece of shit hit her!” I said, looking back to the guy I went after who was still on the ground and being yelled at by some of our friends and other patrons who saw the whole thing go down. Reyna looked over to the guy who was still on the floor, bloody and drunk.

“Get the hell out of here!” she yelled to him, finally understanding more of what happened and why I did what I did. My attention still on the girl he’d hit, I could still hear a commotion behind me and apparently the room owner had made his way over to the scene and quickly ejected the guy after hearing from the others there what he had done.

“Are you alright?” I said to the girl as I noticed she was favoring her left cheek. I moved closer to her and could tell she was in pain not only from the slap but also from the fall. I brought up my HUD and turned on my Escort application which had an option to administer a pain suppressant should any particular encounter with a client become too much to handle for either me or them. I drew her attention and asked her to pair with me so I could help her and she did. I administered the pain reducing agent and it helped reduce her discomfort significantly which also helped bring her around and sobered her up. “Any better?” She nodded to me and tried to offer a broken smile as she realized what I had done for her.

She was shaken up, but I knew she was safe with me and Reyna. I stood her up and helped her to a stool not far from where the fight had taken place. I smoothed over her clothes and touched up her hair some while Reyna got her some water from the bartender. After a few minutes of taking care of her, she seemed much better and began to smile again as Reyna cracked a few off color jokes at her abuser’s expense.

“Make sure you place him on ignore,” I told her, showing her how to do it since after looking over her HUD via our pairing, I noticed she’d only been in Aurora for about 3 days. It made sense to me though. He was obviously one of those cretins that crept on new players. Getting the feeling she may not have known how to ignore him, I asked her permission to do it for her which she granted. After showing her how to ignore another player, I went on to also instruct her on how to report someone if they ever did something like that to her again without her permission. It didn’t take me long to realize she was yet another player that was far too eager to try the game and didn’t bother reading the book that came with her headband.

Once she was feeling better, Reyna and I invited her to stay with us and the others whom we’d been dancing with to which she happily agreed. Reyna gave her a hug and introduced her to the rest of our friends. We talked with her some more and several of us added her to our friends list. As I took her by the hand to lead her out to the floor to dance with us, something completely unprecedented happened. The overhead lights in the room went out unexpectedly, leaving us in near darkness. The slight illumination from a few other items and lamps were all that kept parts of the room illuminated. A collective gasp ran over the crowd as visibility dropped and everyone stopped dancing. The music from the club stopped as well, leading the DJ to wonder if maybe he’d done something wrong.

“What’s happening?” our new friend Ashley Omega asked. Having only been in Aurora for a few days, she had no idea that what was happening was completely anomalous, having never happened in the history of the game. We’d had bugs in the past that caused various problems, especially when the game was still in Alpha, but the lights going out as well as the music didn’t feel like that. It felt intentional.

“I don’t know,” I said as I looked around and reached for Reyna’s arm while still grasping Ashely. “I can’t remember this ever happening before, even during Alpha and Beta. If there was some sort of coding issue, all the lights would go out, not just the main ones. The music I can understand, but as far as I know the coding for the music and the lights isn’t connected so both of them going out is really strange.” I looked around more and the room owner came back out to the floor to try and figure out what was going on. Just then, it happened.

A burst of light filled the room and startled everyone, another collective gasp working its’ way through the crowd. Another burst of light startled us once more, but this time it was placed at the center of the dance floor. What looked like a large oval hole began to form and a lanky, human-like figure walked out. He was tall, about 6 foot 4 inches, and dressed in a black and white vertical striped suit. His black dress shoes were polished to a shine and his hair was non existent as he sported a freshly shaved dome. His skin was pale, his eyebrows dark, and his chin and cheeks looked as if he hadn’t shaved in a few days.

As he stepped out through the portal, the bright white light it emitted dimmed slightly and he immediately began looking around. He looked over the faces of the people in the room, most of those on the dance floor having since exited it out of fear and confusion. He turned his head left and right and his body completely around as if he were looking for a particular thing or person.

“I’m looking for one of you and I know you’re here,” he said as he continued to eyeball everyone. After a few more turns, his eyes stopped as he’d finally located who he was looking for. “Ah! There you are, my dear girl.” He spread his arms out as if inviting that person to step forward, although no one knew exactly who he was talking to or about. “Don’t be shy, Ana. After all, we’re old friends.”

In that moment, I felt Reyna’s eyes turn toward me. The others we’d come to the club with that night also looked my way as did Ashley. I felt completely confused. I’d never seen this man before in my life, yet he was calling me an old friend. Without thinking very much, I found myself speaking to him.

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