Chapter 1
"They all held me down and took turns fucking me. Eleven huge, sweaty men. All of them! All over me! It was almost too much." Emily was somewhat breathless while telling her story and her friends could see her eyes fog over, not to mention her nipples harden, at the memory of it. Even just watching her relive the episode was a turn on and they pressed her to continue her story.
"For some reason, I found myself in a huge, empty locker room. I could hear all sorts of cheering from somewhere outside, and I look down and all I'm wearing is a tiny, sequined bikini. An a sash around me, wrapped in a bow, that said, 'First Prize'."
"Oh, good lord, Emmy, what do you mean, 'For some reason...'?" Patty chided her friend, though the glow in her cheeks and twinkle in her eyes gave a clue to a more carnal interest in the tale. "Though I can say that feeling sexy in a bikini really would be a fantasy."
"Well, that's exactly what it is. I had no control over what fantasy it put me into, I, I, just, sort of found myself in that locker room. And my body hadn't looked that good since I was in my twenties. The fantasy is complete in every respect. I swear, it felt so real. When they all charged through those double doors, piling in and so high on the adrenaline of their recent win, well, I didn't know what to feel. When they first saw me, they just froze. They stared and I could see their eye go wide; first with shock and then with pure lust. I was so stunned at how huge those bulges in their pants grew that they were on me before I knew it."
"They lifted me off my feet like I was rag doll. They placed me on my back, on a padded massage table. What few clothes I had on were torn away in seconds and their hands were everywhere. I wanted their hands on me so badly. Pulling on my tits, slapping my clit, forcibly holding my legs wide open and choking me as they held me down by my throat. They did all of it and I was soaking wet before they even took their cocks out."
"When they finally did, they scared me at first. I had never seen a single dick that big before in my life. Now, there were eleven of them, wagging in my face, rubbing against my thighs. I couldn't help myself, I reached out and wrapped my hand around one. Or I tried anyway, my fingers could barely reach around its thickness. It felt so real. The soft velvety skin, covering this throbbing, hot dick. It was so unbelievably perfect. I knew it wasn't real, but it felt so real at the time, my mind just went with it."
"So, let me get this straight," Jessica, who had been shifting restlessly in her seat, crossing and uncrossing her legs, interrupted. "You knew that this was artificially generated. Once there, you saw yourself with a different body and were surrounded by men who were impossibly perfect, the whole thing still felt real to you."
"Yes. I think it's part of the process, but wherever you find yourself, whatever your fantasy may be, it feels totally real. If I didn't know any better, I would swear to you that I had been gang fucked by the Green Bay Packers. I can still feel them pushing themselves inside me, stretching me out. I've never felt so full. I can still taste sperm from when the quarterback came in my mouth. It's amazing how real it is!" Emily paused once again and took a long sip of wine from her glass, her breath coming noticeably quicker. She looked around the room and saw that all her friends were looking flushed as well.
"I don't think you should take my word for it. I think you should all try it for your selves. I'm going back as soon as my 30 day waiting period is up."
"Thirty day waiting period? What's that for? Are you sure this is safe?" Lisa, the wall flower of the group, had been quiet, intensely listening to Emily's every word, until now.
"Of course its safe!" Emily thought she may have answered a bit too defensively, but her memories of the experience were so powerful that she couldn't accept that the procedure was anything other than good. "It went through years of testing before being allowed for the public, and it's been in regular use now for six months, without a single incident. I feel fine. No, better than fine; I feel more fulfilled than I have in a long time. Let's face it. None of us are as young as we used to be and we have images to keep on top of that. This machine allows us to be as nasty as we want, in a completely acceptable way, and no one will ever know what we did. Unless we tell people, of course." A wicked smile beamed from her and her friends were convinced.
They quickly agreed to go together, after Emily's waiting period. In stark contrast to most of their other get-togethers, they did not linger over wine, or even finish the bottle. Making excuses about having to make dinner or their child's sport's meet, they quickly said their goodbyes and left. Every single one of them headed directly to their bedrooms and made use of whatever sex toys they had on hand. Patty started to use her rabbit vibrator, but then decided it wasn't enough and inserted her stainless steel butt plug to help her finish the job. Jessica used a nine-inch long, dangerously thick, silicone dildo. It was so large, not to mention veiny and knobbed, that she normally needed a few minutes to get wet enough to truly enjoy it, but that afternoon it slid right in and she brought herself to two orgasms imaging what her fantasy might be. Lisa attached a pair of nipple clamps on herself, tightly pinching her impossibly hard nubs, causing her to grow wet before she had even removed her panties. After that, she traced her labia and clit delicately with a small, bullet vibrator until she came again and again.
Emily, still in the grip of her persistent memory, took out her two largest dildos. One was a seven inch, slightly knobbed creation made of multicolored glass, while the other was a full eleven inches, a veiny, black monster made of silicone. She laid them in front of her and used her fingers to massage lube deep into her pussy and ass. She grew wet anticipating how much these artificial cocks would stretch her out and was incredibly slick by the time she inserted the first one. Laying on her back, she slid the glass one into her ass. Circling her tight sphincter with the cool glass tip, she allowed her back door to warm up the hard, thick knob, pushing it slowly, but firmly inside her. After fucking herself for a while in the ass, imagining a behemoth of a man using her for his enjoyment, she then imagined that he had friends, and took the larger shaft deep inside her pussy. She made herself cum this way, losing track of time, until the sound of her husband coming through the door brought her back to reality and she scrambled to get dressed.
Their busy lives slowly took back over, but their thoughts were never far from their up coming appointment. They had all called and confirmed a reservation for four as early as would be allowed. The few times they talked in the intervening time, it was only about the appointment. What would they wear, should they get drinks before, would they be in any shape to get drinks after. The anticipation made them surprisingly horny, and their respective husbands found them unusually eager for bedtime. It seemed to take an eternity, as do all things that we must wait for, but inevitably the day came and they all set out for Dr. Amazo's Fantasy Factory.
They dressed up for the occasion. The women had told their husbands that it was a girls' night out, so the men kissed their cheeks and told them how sexy they looked as they walked out the door. One or two of them were surprised at the aggressive pawing and the hungry stares; they had considered their relationship to be beyond that stage. They had forgotten how much they had appreciated the attention. Then, the excitement and anticipation for their night to be took over and it drove all other thoughts from their minds. "Don't wait up." they all told their men, though one or two gave a whispered promise that they would wake them up, once they returned. The pleasantries dispensed with, they got into their respective rides and met in the lounge that was the usual precursor for those visiting the factory.
The got their drinks and made chit-chat, just like any other night they got together, but there was a tension in the air that no one mentioned. No one needed to, they could all feel it and there was really nothing to say. They were about to have their fantasies fulfilled. Not just the fantasies they normally thought of and talked about, not the run-of-the-mill, "I'd love to have a few minutes alone with George Clooney" or the "Did you see the way those construction workers were looking at you?" type of fluff. Not just the fantasy that everyone talks about when asked about their fantasy, no, this would be theirs and theirs alone. What would that reveal about a person?
Their drinks finished, they elected for a round of shots and then their party was called. Since Emily had been here previously, she knew the way and led them out of the lounge and to an adjacent building, simply referred to as The Factory. A handsome and athletic man, dressed in a uniform that straddled the line between hospital scrubs and doorman's uniform, met them with a warm greeting. He smiled as he held the door open for them. They were soon greeted by a tall woman, in a similar uniform. She was just as attractive as he was, perfectly done up. She led them through corridors of soft carpeting, tasteful earth tone walls and soft music piped in from overhead. At last, they were shown into a spacious room, with chairs around a conference table of a richly polished, dark wood and instructed to take a seat.
Through a long window opposite them, they could see into the next chamber, which was filled with an immense piece of machinery. The entire thing looking like a prop from a science fiction movie. Technicians fiddled with dials and gauges, consulting various screens and performing functions that were complete mysteries to the four women, but looking very official while doing it. The only clearly recognizable fixtures in the room were four chairs. They looked like oversized recliners, with numerous wires and cables connecting them all with the rest of the construction.
"Hello and welcome to Dr. Amazo's Fantasy Factory." They had been so entranced by the other room and the activity buzzing about that they were taken unawares by a tastefully dressed man with well groomed, salt and pepper hair. After his abrupt introduction, he launched into an obviously well rehearsed talk about the history and some of the technical aspects of the procedure, but none of them really heard a word of it. Which was unusual, since they truly had been interested in these things, but they were too caught up in their expectations, in their "what ifs, and, of course, the hum of the machine itself. It wasn't loud, barely background noise, but it was deep. They could feel the vibration straight down to their cores, where it made their insides feel warm and moistened their knickers. It seemed to be whispering a promise to each one of them and they blocked out the kind, old man's talk just straining to hear it.
