In the low lighting she lost track of time. The music had also changed, it was a rhythmic but soothing pulsing sound. After what seemed like a few more hours Jessica began to feel hungry and thirsty, after all it was a bit exhausting cumming over and over. "But fuck it felt so good." She figured the experience, much like a driving tour or theater show would stop for breaks. What she didn't know was there was no breaks here and this, while it felt amazing, wasn't for just her.
The lights went out suddenly and pitch blackness enveloped her. The voice returned "variety, as they say is the spice of life." She felt herself rotating, seemingly weightlessly. She remembered the leather straps but couldn't feel them, yet also couldn't move away from whatever was holding her in place. When the low lighting came back on she was facing a wall, her ass slightly in the air and her legs spread slightly behind her. She was in what one would call the doggystyle position. She moaned as she felt herself being penetrated from behind. She felt a small pinch in her right arm and what felt like something being injected into her. "We've designed our experience to remove the nuisances of hunger, thirst and other bodily "activities" that get in the way of ongoing pleasure." Her eyes widened, now realizing what the bowl like dip in whatever the hell the bed thing was perhaps for.
The voice continued "we've developed a nutritional yet satisfying solution that requires no breaks, no disruption, and no loss of pleasure." She was being fed intravenously it seemed. But "fuck this feels so good" she thought to herself. She was amazed at how long it seemed to be going for and she squirmed, twitched, and writhed as the machine entered her tight pussy in and out, briefly stopping for a few minutes here and there. The bed seemed to shape shift and conform to her body and position. There was almost a feeling of weightlessness with no feeling of any part of her body tiring or becoming stiff or sore. There was no discomfort at all.
Joe writhed and shook with pleasure, a loud moan escaping his mouth as his cum load blew into the tube-like device his cock was enveloped within. "Fuck" he yelled as he pulled the VR headset off his head and pulled back from the device protruding from the unique piece of furniture in the private "pleasure" room. He had never felt something so real, so life like. "VR sex has apparently come a long way, god damn!" A loud bang on the door jolted him and a loud voice boomed "time's up buddy, NEXT!" The door opened; Joe walked out. The door snapped shut behind him as a spray emitted throughout the room cleaning it and the device quickly. Another man entered, disrobed, selected his desired position on the touch screen, placed the headset on and slid his cock into the device, moaning loudly as the machinery worked it's magic. At the same instant, Jessica's room went dark and the "bed" rotated placing her in the chosen position. This process repeated itself at "pleasure" rooms across the globe, 24 hours a day, 7 days a week. It was why there were usually only a few minutes pause from the machine fucking Jessica.
In locker #3 Jessica's phone, having sat for 5 days was still almost fully charged. It buzzed and beeped quietly as messages came and went on its screen. "Hey Carly, this place is great, I don't ever want to leave, I think I'm going to move out here so I can visit!" was one message. Another showed part of an email from Jessica to her university stating her formal withdraw as she "explores other options." Whenever someone called, texted, or emailed the phone seemed to respond as if Jessica was responding. "I'm doing great guys, I just finished my move to Australia last week, I just needed a change, needed something new" to her friends Carly and James. Her mother texted her about coming home for the holidays, the response text read "Not this year mom, I took an impromptu trip, it's been awesome, maybe next break!"
Unknown to Jessica or anyone else, her identify...her very existence, was being deleted from databases, government records, and accounts. It would be months, if not years before anyone thought anything was amiss. And even if they did notice, no one knew the address or location of Pleasure Inc as the company didn't actually exist. At least not in the traditional sense. Her phone was being charged by energy particles of a new technology at "Pleasure Inc" powered by an AI that adapted and learned over time. The "scan" that happened as she had entered the "pleasure room" not only triggered a sweep of all records of her in global databases, but also learned her tendencies, her words, her personality.
The Collective had known of the power of sexual pleasure years earlier. But it was only recently they discovered how to harness this power and use if for their own means. Even though not from this planet, they had discovered the sexual energy released during orgasm could be harnessed for energy sources that needed no external power. It had studied the human species for years from afar and discovered that sexual urges and instincts drove even the most diligent and responsible humans to seek pleasure. The system was near perfect. The females became what some humans referred to as "fuck toys" for the males who were eager to pay for a chance to try a "new technology" in sex simulation. But it was no simulation, every male who entered into the simulation was fucking Jessica or another female through machine technology. The Collective had figured out how to transmit the feeling of real skin on skin contact across circuits and technology.
The energy of both male and female orgasms, captured in part by vibrations of their body (or body parts) connected to the system was harvested. The money the males paid for the experience was funneled through a small company The Collective had taken covert control of through mind alterations. This money paid for the land it utilized and paid certain individuals enough to ensure the locations were never truly known. It had created various locations around the Earth planet which were bunker like structures deep below the surface. The Collective had developed a technology which allowed their "limos," which weren't really cars at all, passage through solid surfaces. These bunkers had no visible entry or exit point.
It didn't take many females to keep it going and the thirst and demand from the human males seemed never ending. The Collective had saved their planet from an ecological disaster through this power harvesting. There were some difficulties that had to be overcome of course. For one, the human body under duress or under near constant 24/7 physical activity (such as being fucked for hours at a time) would surely fatigue, wear down, and perhaps even cease to function properly. The Collective had devised a way to provide the body with not only nutritional and waste managing needs, but also a serum that stopped both the sense of time and the aging process. The calculations indicated a female component could operate for at least 20 earth years. However with the serum developed, The Collective had discovered a way to freeze the cellular processes just enough to prevent aging.
Their study of human behavior suggested some components might try to escape or realize either they were trapped. The serum additive was a mild intoxicant that blurred not only sense of time, but thoughts itself, putting the female components in a trance like state. It's only shortcoming was that it couldn't alter conscious awareness, lest the feeling of "real sex" be dampened. In other words, Jessica was at times aware she was completely trapped and helplessly at the mercy of a complex piece of machine technology, but because of the serums' effects, she had little sense of how much time had passed or any desire to try to escape given how good her body felt. Jessica was now just part of the machinery for eternity. Her existence was now merely as a fuck toy for an elaborate system that harnessed the human hunger and desire for sexual pleasure and turned it into a never-ending energy source for The Collective.
