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Digital Dominion Glitch

Digital Dominion Glitch

by the scribe of domina
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Halloween 2021

There are two Digital Dominions.

There is of course the main Dominion. The family-friendly version. It's just about living the life of your dreams. Going on the adventure you have always wanted. It's a fun, playful, safe escape.

Then there's the adults-only Dominion. A place to live out the most wicked of a customer's femdom fantasies. Do you want to kidnap someone? Do you want to be kidnapped by someone? Want to live in a submissive or dominant relationship with someone impossible to be with in real life? You can do that there.

The two have remained separate from day one. They exist on separate server farms. They can never, must never, will never touch.

Until today.

Larry crept his way through the forest. This was a dream come true. He was now the Sheriff of Nottingham hunting a female Robin Hood. He had wanted to do the 18+ version but his nerves got the better of him. What if his family found out? He was nearly thirty now. He really shouldn't care so much.

Up the tree the NPC Robin Hood smiled. The foolish sheriff was right below. He would never catch her. The world spun around her. A feeling of nausea washed over her. What was going on? Her program was designed to experience this. It was too much. The system crashed. She fell lifelessly from the tree to the forest floor below.

"What the fuck?!" Larry shouted.

He looked down at her. Was she OK? In a matter of seconds her legs reverted to green wireframes, shifted and changed, then returned to flesh. When they did so they were now longer, leaving more of them exposed. They were shaplier, sexier. The wireframe pulsed over the rest of her body making it proportional to her new legs. Her body shifted in the wireframe to become more hourglass. When her hips began to move Larry realized her ass was expanding. Then her tits began to grow, inflating balloons trying to escape her shirt.

"What. The. Actual. Fuck."

Her eyes snapped open. This was not the same woman he had been playing against. This was something... primal. She wrapped her legs around him and tossed him onto his back, straddling him. She pinned his arms with her hands and forcibly kissed him. He moaned at this turn of events. Even more so when she ground her pussy against him.

"Do you know what I steal from the rich?"

He shook his head.

"Sex."

She forced down his pants and mounted him. Holy fucking hell! This was not the SFW version anymore. Overstimulated from watching her body transform he came quickly.

"I'm gonna need more than that."

She quickly bound his arms and legs and tossed him over her shoulder.

"I'm going to like it here," she said as she ran off with her captive.

***

Halloween 2022

"Curiouser and curiouser," Alex remarked.

His little trip down the rabbit hole hadn't prepared him for this. This wasn't even supposed to be happening at all. He had specifically turned on all the parental controls. He had always loved Wonderland. Whether it be the books by Lewis Carroll or the animated movie. It was a place of pure imagination. Logic be damned, this was where nonsense reigned. This trip into Digital Dominion had been meant to relive his childhood not to indulge in some juvenile sexual fantasy. Thus far he had succeeded.

He had met the Walrus and the Carpenter, the Cheshire Cat, and the White Rabbit. Each of those encounters had been fun, playful, innocent. The Mad Hatter had started out the same way. Then he collapsed face down into his tea as Alex was talking to him.

"Are...are you ok?"

His body reverted to the green wireframe Alex assumed he had been when first designed.

"What the hell?"

The wireframe rippled and transformed. The feet became smaller, daintier. The legs became shapelier. The hips more womanly. The ass more bubby, more pronounced. The stomach leaner, tauter. The arms slimmer. The head transformed next. Then the chest. Over pronounced breasts formed next. The wireframe settled and transformed into the sexiest Mad Hatter he had ever seen. She sprang back to life as if nothing ever happened.

"Hello, my dear," she said, taking him in.

"H...hello."

"I hear today is your unbirthday."

"It...it is."

"Then you deserve a gift."

He gulped.

"What...what kind of gift?"

She climbed from her chair, straddling him. She shoved his head into her breasts.

"Only the best."

***

Halloween 2023

One by one the men, women, and children stepped between what appeared to be metal detectors and were instantly vaporized. In less than one second each one reformed alive and well as data within the digital theme park known as Digital Dominion. To be precise they appeared on a farm in the Country Roads land. Hundreds of horse-drawn wagons were lined up that Halloween night for the annual Digital Dominion Hayride.

Four friends climbed into a small wagon. Brandon was a buff, black man dressed as Sampson complete with toga and shackles. Chris was leaner with a more brooding face. He was dressed as a 50s rocker. Monica was a Latinx tomboy dressed as one of the Beagle Boys.Alycia was a busty blonde dressed up as the fairy tale princess she always acted like. Driving them was their pal Austin, a skinny, bookish fellow dressed as all other drivers as a scarecrow. He had pulled a few strings to get them a private tour that night.

"Everyone in?" he asked.

Once he got the green light, he eased his horse down the road. He failed to notice the realm shift control box mounted on the railing before him glitch in and out of existence for a moment.

"Enough of this Simple Life nonsense," he told his friends, "Let's get weird."

His friends cheered as he pressed a button on the controls. The world around them spun into a swirling vortex of colors and sounds. The wagon rocked.

"Not supposed to do that," he muttered.

When it settled down they found themselves on the road up to a turn of the century circus.

"Welcome to Big Tops. Let's see how the set up for tonight's Halloween show is going."

He pulled the wagon up to the side of the tent. Something was wrong. Where the jack o' lanterns and other family friendly decorations? Scarecrows designed to look like circus folk were posed in frankly pornographic poses. Everyone was only partially dressed and screwing where ever possible. This was behavior for the Alt-Server, not here. Spotting them, the lion tamer jumped into the wagon.

"I was wondering when my delivery would get here."

"What are you talking about?" Austin asked.

She ignored him, turning her attention to Brandon.

"Ah, there's my beast."

"Excuse me?!"

"Feisty. I like that."

She stroked his face.

"I'm going to enjoy breaking you."

"Get off me!"

He grabbed her hand and stood up, clearly intending to toss her off the wagon. She jumped up and wrapped her arms and legs around her chest. She held on tight, forcing a kiss onto his mouth. He and the others tried to force her off. Austin tried to move the wagon. Nothing happened. He looked forward to see the horse frozen in midstep. What was this.

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The Lion Tamer slid her legs down to Brandon's and kicked his knees out from under him. As he fell, she scurried around him, hogtieing him with her whip.

"Girls."

Naked clowns emerged from nowhere and carried the struggling boy into the tent.

"Remember!" She shouted after them, "Keep him in the cage till showtime! No one touches him till I fuck him for the crowd at midnight!"

She turned to the others.

"Better get going. They're expecting their deliveries."

She jumped down and slapped the horse on the ass. It restarted at a rapid speed. Everyone was thrown back as the world spiraled again.

The world stopped spinning as the hayride and its remaining passengers landed in their next unwanted destination. The air smelled sweet. Sugary sweet. A quick look round told Matt all he needed to know. They were in Fantasy Zone. The Gumball Kingdom to be exact. Great, trapped in a copyright free BDSM Candyland.

"We'd better get moving."

"What about Brandon?" Monica asked.

"I can't shift through the zones. I have no way to go back. Not until we reach safety. We need to find a CommStation."

"Why... why did she do that?" Alycia asked, shaken.

"We somehow moved from the main server to Alt-Server. This world is Femdom in nature. As far as the computer knows we gave our consent to be here and have this stuff happen to us."

"How did you screw this up so fucking bad?!" Chris snapped.

"I didn't do anything. The damn thing glitched!"

"Why are we heading for the castle?" Monica asked.

Matt snapped around. The horse was trotting its way up to the massive Jolly Rancher and frosting fairytale palace. Why was it taking them there? That was the last place they needed to go right now. He snapped at the reigns, but nothing happened. Great.

The wagon came to a stop in front of the castle. Armed guards ran out pointing their bayonet clad weapons at the passengers.

"No one move!"

One caught sight of Alycia and pulled his weapon away.

"Alert the princess. Her bride has been delivered."

"Bride?" Alycia gasped. "No, I'm not..."

The castle doors burst open and the princess, for who else could this buxom brunette clothed is a candy skirt with cherry topped cupcakes as a top be, came running up to the wagon.

"She's gorgeous."

Alycia blushed at the compliment.

"No, I'm not."

"Let me at her."

The guards kept the bayonets close to the throats of the others to let them know not to speak or move as the Princess climbed in. She hugged Alycia closely and kissed her hard. Alycia moaned at the sinfully sweet taste of her lips. The Princess pulled a pair of extra-long gummy worms from her cleavage. In a flash she bound Alyica's legs together then her arms behind her back. As she kissed her 'bride', the Princess climbed out of the wagon and into the castle. As the doors slammed shut the wagon was pulled into another zone of Digital Dominion.

The wagon came to rest on a quiet street in a sleepy small town. Halloween decorations were everywhere. It looked like they had stepped right into The Halloween Tree. Matt didn't know much about the Americana Zone, but he was sure the Alt-Server was not as safe as it seemed to look. That didn't matter to the horse. It just carried them along on some predetermined path.

"Everyone out of the wagon, now!" he shouted.

He and his last two remaining friends tried to do just that but to their horror found they couldn't move. It was like they were lagging. No matter how hard he tried he felt like he was just pressing his way through a thick, heavy, syrupy substance. The wagon arrived at the local high school.

Half a dozen perky blonde cheerleaders in the skimpiest of uniforms came running out of the gym and onto the wagon.

"Oh goodie," one of them said, "our delivery is here!"

They surrounded Chris.

"He's perfect!"

Chris gasped as control returned to his body.

"What the fuck?!"

"Come along, stud."

"Fuck off."

"Someone needs our special cheer girls!"

They encircled a wary Chris.

"Give me a B!"

One girl lifted her shirt up. Chris stared, dumbstruck.

"Give me an O!"

Another girl lifted her shirt.

"Give me an O! Give me a B! Give me a S!"

Three more girls lifted their shirts on cue.

"What's that spell?!"

They rubbed their tits all over his face.

"BOOBS!" they shouted in unison.

Chris felt all the blood run from one head to another. His mind felt foggy. They pulled back and covered up.

"Next cheer! Give me an A!"

One girl bent over to expose her butt.

"Give me a S!"

So did another girl.

"Give me a S!"

A third followed.

"What's that spell?"

They rubbed their booties over his dick. He moaned and bucked, too horny to think straight.

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"ASS!"

They pulled away.

"Final cheer! Give me a S!"

One girl bound his legs in jump rope.

"Give me a L!"

Next came his arms, tied together behind his back.

"Give me an A!"

His shoulders were bound together.

"Give me a V!"

They tied his knees together.

"Give me an E!"

They tied his arms to his back with a loop going around his body, just above his belly.

"What's that spell?!"

All six girls lifted him up.

"SLAVE!"

They chanted the word as they carried him off and the wagon vanished once more.

Only one passenger remained in Matt's wagon as it arrived at its next destination. As it landed it kicked up a cloud of sand. Matt squinted and did his best to look around. Since everything looked like it belonged in Aladdin they had to be in the Scheherazade Zone. The damned horse continued along its merry fucking little way, taking them to whatever fresh hell was planned for them.

They stopped before a rather crowded building whose writing Matt could not make out. Sensual music started to play. There was a poof of blue smoke behind him.

Monica felt control return to her body. She jumped to her feet just as the blue smoke appeared.

"You won't take me!" she shouted at it.

"Is that so?" a sultry, accented voice asked from within.

The smoke cleared and a gorgeous belly dancer stood before her. Monica gasped. Who knew? She'd never told anyone about her fetishes. How did this damn place know? The mystery woman shoved her back onto her seat.

"Watch."

"No!"

"Watch."

"Matt!"

Her friend sat frozen unable to help.

"Watch."

Her hips began to sway. Monica began to drool. Stop it! She didn't want this! She shouldn't want this. She was normal damnit!

"Dance with me."

"No!"

The woman took Monica's hand and made her stand. She pulled her close, into a tight embrace.

"Let me go!"

Stomach rubbed against stomach. Monica moaned and fell to her knees.

"Come along my little delivery."

The woman directed Monica's face to the gem on her navel.

"You are my little pet now. And little pets need to be kept in their cages."

In a glow of orange, Monica was gone. In a poof of smoke, the belly dancer was gone. In a blur of code, the wagon and Matt were gone.

The control room staff of Digital Dominion fell silent the moment she walked in. That happened whenever she entered a room. Usually it was because of her stunning beauty. For those in the know of Domina it was out of fear. When the Director of Femdom Inc was in the room something serious was underway.

"We found them," the lead tech explained.

"Where?"

"One is in the Circus Zone."

On the screen Brandon was chained up naked in a circus cage as the Ring Mistress fucked his brains out for a packed circus to enjoy.

"One is in the Fantasy Zone."

On the screen Alycia's naked body is tied to the headboard of a large bed with licorice. The princess is eating her out.

"One is in the Americana Zone."

On the screen Chris is tied naked to a tackle dummy in the middle of the football feild as the crowd cheered and the now naked cheerleaders performed an orgy on his helpless body.

"One is in the Scharizade Zone."

On the screen the bellydancer performs in a club. In the jewel in her bellybutton, a naked Monica is curled up and in the throws of passion.

"The last is in the Gothic Zone."

On the screen the wagon is overturned and empty. A naked vampiress is flying away with a mesmerized and naked Matt.

"How do we get them out?"

"We can't."

"Can't?"

"Their code was altered as they entered. They were recategorized as NPCs. Those programs can not leave the server."

"How did this happen?"

"Cyber attack. It was the same person who has been altering the Fantasy Zone NPCS on the main server the last few Halloweens.*"

"Do you have any good news?"

"This was far bigger than the others. We were finally able to track him down. We don't have a name but we do have a location."

continued in "Femdom Inc: The Shrink"

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