Sam ducked low as the sound of bullets flying right where his head had been just a second ago ripped through the air, sweat and grime on his face as he rubbed a glove hand over the visored helmet that protected his vulnerable cranium beneath. Unable to believe how realistic this all was as he felt the sweltering heat of the desert environment beat down on him, sweat building up beneath his thick clothes and sturdy bullet proof vest.

Steadily crawling forward on his belly, Sam takes aim with the rifle in his arms, scoping out a machine gunner on the nearby roof before releasing a short burst of bullets, catching the enemy player in the head as he watched the limp body flop over backwards, amazed at how the body remained there without despawning like most other games would as blood pooled from the hole in the man’s face.

The era where people enjoyed video games seated in front of a television monitor had long since passed. With the advent of a console that enabled one to fully link with the software itself via a neural connection with the government issued bio-chips located in the necks of almost every citizen in modern America. Despite initial heavy opposition to the supposed ‘government crackdown on civil rights’. The benefits offered by these chips; from early health warnings to enabling one to fully access the rapid shift in entertainment to other facets of daily life that were now locked away from chipless individuals.

Despite the benefits humanity reaped as a whole, not many could deny it had been the heavy hand of the government that left them no other choice but to accept.

Sam was one of the people born in the midst of the new age, blissfully unaware of the past and what his ancestors had to go through as he spent his time diving into a variety of entertainment software and services; ranging from video games to social hubs where anyone could make their own virtual avatar that felt just as lifelike as the real thing was.

The game he was playing now was no exception, save for a few major differences from the usual retail games out there. For one, this game had no name nor a developer behind it, making waves on the modernized version of the deep web for being so realistic and immersive it was being used to train actual soldiers by placing them in various wartime scenarios; from desert towns to abandoned factories.

Rumour even had it that the bots populating the game were actual military grade AI based on brain scans of the top soldiers each country had to offer. Alongside a bevy of features and enhancements over the average game; from lifelike physics that complemented the destructible world to the ragdolls and debris that never despawned, constantly affected by whatever the players would do in each match.

It had Sam drooling just hearing about it.

And the best thing was? It was all free, the difficult part was finding the right people online who could safely send you a secure copy of it without the file being infested with potent viruses that could fry an entire setup if opened

There were other dangers involved but from what Sam had heard, It was all mostly preposterous rumor; from having your mind trapped in the game as your body entered a coma to government officials spiriting players away as they played. Ridiculous stuff.

But if anything did go wrong, it would only take a single button press to escape from the game. It was basically just a simulation, nothing more.

After working hard to find reliable sources and tracking down elusive websites that had their addresses changed every 5 minutes. Sam had a working copy of the game in his hands, installing it into his neural deck before settling in for a session on the couch, tapping on the small gun shaped icon that had appeared after running the install file as his eyes filled with white, feeling the usual sensation of his mind linking up with the software.

Before he had been dropped feet first into a live battlefield, rounds zipping past him alongside soldiers in full gear, dashing for cover with the unfortunate ones hitting the sandy ground with a thud. Sam was aware of how the ‘game’ didn’t really have a lobby of sorts, instantly dumping new players into whatever multiplayer session was going on at the time. But it was still adrenaline pumping to experience first hand, dropping in from the sky and landing with a thud on his feet as he rushed for the nearest piece of cover.

It had been about thirty minutes or so into the session, with Sam noticing how close his team was to victory; just 12 more enemy player kills and the match would be theirs, before his eyes are drawn to the sky, something trailing smoke as it flew into the air above the battlefield before exploding in a bright dazzle of light, forcing him to cover up his eyes.

Sam recoiled, staying ducked behind cover until he noticed the jarring sound from the explosion disrupt the tension as it lingered for too long, looping on repeat once the final sizzle of fading cinders was over, standing up and watching soldiers repeatedly running against walls as time seemed to enter a repetitive loop, bullets zipping back and forth as they remained stuck travelling in mid-air.

Before everything seemed to fill with a static fizzle, drowning the world in darkness as the glitched noises faded entirely, leaving Sam alone in the black void of an empty world with a simple red error code flashing in his face, overlaid over his vision.

ERROR CODE - 505 - MISSING ASSETS DETECTED - RELOAD REQUIRED

And here he was almost forgetting it was all just a video game…

Sighing as he reached upwards to pull down the in-game menu, Sam taps on the “End Simulation” button, expecting to feel that rush of air as his mind is pulled out from the software but it never comes, tapping repeatedly on the now greyed out button as panic begins to rise inside of his chest.

It didn’t help that the simulation did nothing to regulate his emotions like the other supposedly inferior games out there. Sam could feel it all rushing to him now; panic, fear, anger. Was he trapped here? How was he going to get out? Were there even admins for this game?

But before he could panic further, the error code in Sam’s vision flickers momentarily, before registering a new message as the black void around him rematerialized, the distant sound of gunfire beginning to fill the empty void once more. Was he being reconnected to that match he was in earlier?

But his eyes remained glued to the ridiculously long error message taking up almost all of his field of view, wondering what the hell was going on as it continued to get longer, realizing it was some sort of process running in the background and not just a simple error code like the one earlier.

ERROR - MISSING NPC ASSET DATA : MDL.63 - RUNNING CACHE RESET…

DATA FOUND - RUNNING FILE ACQUISITION PRG.CATCHER…

NPC ASSET : MDL.63 LOADED

For a moment, Sam’s eyes linger on the model of a white haired woman popping up beside the message before he feels the air kicked out of him by the multitude of changes assaulting him instantaneously, invisible hands and fingers molding Sam’s body like clay as they massaged his chest, squeezed in his shoulders and waistline while pulling at his hips and nudging into his groin, his entire body feeling like slush as he feels his flesh give way to the unbearable pressure, twisted, crushed and reshaped in less than a second, wavy long locks of silky hair brushing past the nape of Sam’s slender neck and curvy back…

As armor and clothing materialized to cover up Sam’s nubile new body, Sam felt vastly different. He felt larger yet slimmer at the same time, gazing at his gloved hands as he gripped the rifle that had materialized in front of him.

Were his hand’s that thin before? And what was with the smooth hairless skin? Did something go wrong with the avatar generation?

Before Sam could inspect more of his body, the message and the image of the woman vanishes from his blurred vision, feeling that same rush of air from before as the sounds of gunfire grow loud and clear once more.

Landing on his strangely cushioned rear this time, caught off guard and totally unprepared for the sudden deployment as he staggers to his feet, feeling slightly off as he runs for cover, his chest jiggling and bumping against his gun as he leaps for the safety of a half destroyed sandstone house, his toned belly and soft chest grazing the floor and sending a rush of pleasure through his body.

Now that was weird, where was his armour? And why did his body feel both heavier and lighter at the same time? And why did grinding his strangely softer chest across the floor feel so good?

Finding momentary safety in the building, Sam’s eyes catch wind of a dusty mirror still miraculously intact, eyes widening in shock as he takes in the reflection of the white haired woman gazing back at where he sat with cold, calculating eyes, mimicking his actions with precise timing. From the slender hand that brushed aside her long fringe to each breath pumping up her sizable breasts wrapped tightly behind what looked to be a form fitting breastplate.

Something HAD gone wrong with the avatar generation…he had become that woman he saw in the error message!

But what caught him off guard was how stunningly beautiful her cold, angular face was. The look of a femme fatale gazing right back at Sam as he admired the new form bestowed upon him. He’d almost certainly be turned on by the amazonian beauty before him, eyes lingering over the solid pecs adorning her firm belly and the striped layers of muscle over her shoulders and thighs that only leant more to her already amazing figure. Accentuated further by the skin tight black tights and top under the sturdy layers of thin armor that contrasted her pale visage and snow white hair, already caked grey with battlefield dust and grime.

If it weren’t for the fact that he was gazing at himself…no longer having a dick between her legs to feel turned on with anymore, instead feeling an unfamiliar tightening sensation in the void between the long shapely legs hidden by a matte black crotch piece.

That was when Sam noticed even further irregularities, the major one being that she couldn’t do much at all besides look around in place, even then her eyes weren’t following her view at all, remaining locked at the mirror in a deadpan stare, her body taking deep breaths before suddenly rising from the wall she leaned against, moving out from the building despite her protests.

Unable to even move her arms, calling up the player menu was out of the question, speaking seemed to be impossible as her body refused to budge as she ran out into the battlefield, taking risks she never would have done so as she cried and winged internally at all the near fatal misses and explosions that rang out around her. Thanks to how authentic the experience was, Sam might as well be thrown into the midst of a real life battlefield.

Sam cried out in pain as she felt a bullet find its way through a gap in her thigh armor, piercing her right thigh as her autopiloting body reached its destination, falling in with a huddle of NPC soldiers that were hiding in the abandoned market, taking notice of an actual player huddled in among the group.

She wanted to cry out for help, anything at all to grab his attention. Feeling braver, Sam felt joy rush into her as she felt her body’s lips move to speak, her formerly dulled eyes widening before a loud metallic voice devoid of emotion rang out in her skull, feeling as if her mind suddenly caught on fire, clutching a hand to her head, shaking it briefly before her body slid back to its usual robotic state, control once again lost.

ERROR - INCORRECT VOICE LINES DETECTED - ADMINISTRATIVE ACTION TAKEN…

“Goddamnit! Squad, Take Point A, move down from the sidewalk, they don’t have it covered!”

Racked with pain and too stunned to care about her sexy baritone voice dripping with a Russian accent as she did her best to speak English, Sam watched from her passengers seat as the NPC’s acknowledged her, the player giving her an unusual stare as if he’d noticed something off about her as he left to follow the NPC’s, an unfamiliar HUD appearing in her vision. Strange, to add on to the experience, players usually had no HUD to begin with, instead relying on counting their remaining magazines and their own two eyes to find their way around the map.

But here? She saw everything; from a waypoint, to a mission display and even a functioning radar system. To add to that, numbers and alphabets flickered across the screen as the HUD appeared, only fading as the rest of it did so, the mission display updating with a simple sentence : Link Up With Delta Squad

Too afraid to do anything to take back control, Sam lets herself be controlled as she feels her body push through the gunshot wound in her thighs to comply with the commands, the metallic voice ringing out once more forcing Sam to wince as she prepared to feel that searing fire again, wondering what she’d done wrong this time.

OBEDIENCE DETECTED - ADMINISTERING STIMULANT - PROCEED…

Sam gasped as she felt her body spasm, almost stopping mid-run as a pleasant tingle ran through her, a blush spreading on her cheeks as she continued her sprint, the pain and fear forgotten as positivity and lust overwhelmed her mind, but not enough to disrupt her mission as the pain from the bulletwound only numbed, soon getting back to a speedy sprint across the destroyed plaza as Sam sped towards the waypoint on her HUD.

Not even realizing that at some point, control had indeed returned to parts of her body, namely her lower half and arms, her drug addled mind unable to register the fact that she had begun sprinting madly the moment endorphins and other chemicals began to flow through her brain, stimulating her virtual avatar. Not that Sam would ever realize it.

Slamming her back against the wall right as a large caliber round blew apart the ground before her, Sam breathed steadily as a ping resounded in her head, the current objective completed as she heard the steady sounds of boots run up behind her.

She didn’t even wait for the HUD to update before she began issuing orders to her squad, raising her hand in a signal that told them to hold position as she got ready to break into a speedy sprint across the pathway while taking out the sniper, the metallic voice barely audible in her ears as that overwhelmingly amazing feeling took hold once more.

“God that just feels so-”

“Hey lady! Come with me!”

Before an annoying whiny voice broke her focus, turning to her right as a nerdy looking kid ran up to her, pointing at a Humvee that lay abandoned to the side of the pathway. Strange, she could’ve sworn there wasn't a vehicle there a moment ago.

Despite the armored vehicle beside her, Sam’s better sense told her it was much safer to simply take out the sniper on foot rather than risk herself by making her a bigger target. Mouthing her objections to the audacious private who had dared to question her, opening her mouth to talk down to him.

Before she was forced down to the ground, her cheeks stinging and her head ringing, glancing up in shock and pain at the rifle butt that had struck her across the face, the angry face of the private glaring down at her as a few players had joined in to watch the exchange.

“Didn’t you hear me earlier dumbass? Get into the fucking car!”

Sam wanted nothing more than to return the favour by clocking the douche over his head before putting a round between that obnoxious face, but instead of exacting vengeance, Sam bowed her head meekly in apology, a sudden rush of embarrassment and fear dousing the flames of her anger as she made a beeline for the vehicle.

Unaware of how, throughout the whole exchange, the HUD that was now rapidly fading from view had been flickering like mad, objectives shifting from ‘Take Out the Sniper’ to ‘Obey Squad Leader’. Of course, Sam didn’t need to read it to understand what was required of her, lest she feel the ire of the violent private or the machinations of whatever had done this to her.

As Sam’s gloved hands wrapped around the handle of the vehicle’s doors, another shot of happiness and pleasure shot through her body, the group of NPCs and players mistaking her cries for pain, missing the orgasmic look of bliss scrawled over her previously ice cold gaze as she slipped into the humvee, slamming the door shut. In other words, she had it all drilled into her at this point; to question was to suffer, to obey was to be rewarded.

“Oh hoh wow, shy one isn't she? Did you have to hit her though?”

“That ain’t a player man, just some dumb NPC bitch! See ya on the other side fellas!”

“Heh, whatever then I guess…”

Sam’s cheeks were flush red in embarrassment as she strapped into the side seat as her new Squad Leader joined her in the driver’s seat, starting up the vehicle and slowly speeding away in the opposite direction from the sniper towards another section of the battlefield.

“Remember babe, women can’t drive alright?”

There it was again, that annoyingly misogynistic tone. Snapping Sam out of her reverie as she felt those words bite into her, but she did nothing to protest, much less refute his words, instead meekly nodding her head in agreement, biting her lip as that pleasant feeling returned once more.

“Oh, and you’ve got a rocking body, you should show it off more! Especially that ass of yours!”

Not even giving her a moment to recuperate, a second wave of pleasure rocked Sam’s body, her shoulders jumping in joy as she lowered her tights just enough to expose the crack of her perky peaches.

“And don’t be too aggressive like you were back there! Remember, ask a dude for help if you need help…and do it while looking hot alright?”

“And don’t talk so much, You’re just a hot babe, so just shut up and stay put until someone calls you, women don’t need brains to think, just do as you’re told”

…

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At this point, it was apparent to Sam that this player was no ordinary one, every word that escaped his mouth compelling her to obey with a vice grip over her mind. She had even witnessed him pull up a menu, spawning in a sniper rifle that totally ruined the immersion before he pulled up, shoving Sam out the side seat as she tumbled onto the dusty ground in nothing more than her skintight clothes. Being told to strip out of her armor long ago by the madman. Barking another set of orders at her before leaving her in the dust as he sped off.

“Alright do your best now girl! Take down that tank over there!”

Sam was a dishevelled mess, her entire body, including, the reflective rubber of her undershirt and pants slick with sweat as she panted, struggling to heave the rifle in her arms that now felt like a sack of rocks. Her mind in a state of euphoria that constantly looped itself, following the private's endless list of demands resulting in a never ending onslaught of pleasure that had her struggling to run for cover as bullets flew by her, grazing her body as it tore through what little remained of her clothes before the tank fired a round that sent her flying through the air, smacking into another player who was taking cover behind a nearby wall, an RPG in hand ready to take out the tank.

Until Sam smacked into him…the RPG lying by her side ready for use, the tank distracted as it went after other targets.

But because of what the player had done to her, Sam simply laid on her side, unable to pick up the weapon. After all, she couldn’t be assertive in battle, she could only ask others for help in fulfilling her tasks. And it just so happens there was indeed someone nearby who could help her…

Tugging on the player’s pants as he staggered to his feet, Sam gazed up into his stunned eyes as he finally notices the buxom babe that had crashed into him, eyes glued to her alluring body squeezing against her ill suited clothes as she’d adjusted them earlier, making sure her ass and breasts were on full display, threatening to slip off of her body entirely, the only thing stopping her top from slipping further down her body were her rock hard nipples clinging to the very edge of her top.

“Uh..umm..like, could you maybe…help me take out the..t-tank? The backblast will totally ruin my h-hair…pretty please?”

Sam felt disgusted at how her previously self-confident, masculine voice had been reduced to a stuttering, ditzy valley girl tone that sounded incredibly off when combined with her heavy Russian accent.

But to the majority of the horny men out there, it was the perfect combination to get their dicks hard. Gulping as she saw a bulge begin to grow larger inside the player’s pants.

God they even programmed erections in this thing?”

The player unzipped his pants with one hand while hefting the launcher over his shoulder with the other, letting his massive member flop out in front of Sam’s face as her body went into overdrive, the steady stream of fluids leaking out from between her aching cunt growing into a torrent as she musk of the manly member before her sends a spurt of transparent fluids through her soaking wet pant’s, silently hitting the sand below as she struggled to hold in her joy. That damn subservience command was kicking in again.

“S-sure! If you’ll b-blow me? I can land a shot from here!”

As Sam’s virtual body agreed wholeheartedly, she had no choice but to obey, watching from the front row seats as she willingly took the throbbing hard cock down her wet throat while watching her man do the job, firing off the rocket as it engulfed the tank in a searing fireball…

Not even realizing how she’d simply followed this man’s orders despite not feeling the same overpowering impulse within her to obey.

Despite her internal protests, Sam couldn’t deny how good it had felt to give in to the reward of feeling immense pleasure of following each and every order given to her, slowly becoming tuned to natural obedience and submission, first by the computer punishing her disobedience with pain and made worse by the reward system and the tyrannical player from earlier, forcefully burning his misogynistic ideals into Sam’s mind.

While she still despised each repulsive act she’d been forced into since she’d been turned into this smoking hot babe, her fortitude was beginning to crack. It wouldn’t be long till she would fall into her role as a submissive russian sex doll, capable of doing nothing but serving each and every single man she would come across…

Now reduced to nothing more than an NPC that would beg for and service the whims of each player she would wander across, Sam soon began to have second thoughts of continuing her resistance, forgetting most of her time as a human man with each thrust into her sopping wet snatch and every steaming hot load her satisfied customers sent hurtling down into her aching belly.

As Sam remained trapped in her virtual avatar and on the brink of losing herself altogether, her body back in reality wasn’t faring too well either.

Surrounded by monitors hooked up to a biomonitor around her neck, the same white haired Russian woman from the simulator stood naked in a dark room, the only article of clothing on her body being tight fitting bodysuit that left her alluring shoulders and thick, succulent thighs exposed.A faint airy sigh escaped the woman’s lips as the monitors updated, fizzing for a moment as the words Sam Everton fades away, replaced with simple numerals that read 063 in place of a name.

After all, a slave like her had no need for a name. She had known this from a young age still clear in her mind as her empty shell took in the flow of fabricated memories without hesitation.

Beside the woman lay another man, his mind linked up to that program they had managed to spread in secret, masquerading as military training simulation that few would get their hands on. From there, it was up to the malignant AI program managing the servers and their local ‘administrators’ to do the job, breaking in unwitting players chosen at random for induction, their bodies taken by operatives in the field as their minds underwent a steady session of humiliating acts and forced submission that would inevitably break them into their new roles in life.

Remaining locked in her own mind, Sam would be oblivious to the fact that her former pudgy, overweight form as an American man had long since faded, strange men administering nano-machine laced injections into his comatose form, working in tandem with the chip inside his neck to reform Sam into the same pale skinned, white haired Russian woman, literally reprogramming him entirely until not a trace of him was left. A hidden backdoor the developers never intended for, but eagerly welcomed by the underworld mafia.

Eager to get their hands on the goods and especially turned on after hearing that sexy sigh escape her kissable lips, one of the men grabbed ahold of fistfuls of soft, juicy breast meat, kneading the luscious melons as the empty eyes of the newborn woman stared back up at him, vaguely acknowledging his presence as a subtle half moan-half groan echoed into the darkness, a thin trail of saliva oozing down her lips and onto her breasts,

But an error message on the consoles hooked up to the chip in the slim neck of the woman informed the men that there was still something wrong with inputting the final pieces of software that had been filling the empty vessel before them with an entirely fabricated life as a strong woman born in the wilds of Russia but subservient to men, her body honed not through training, but through hours of rigorous use of her constantly starved holes with the many men of her village before being brought to this foreign land as a way to earn dough, selling herself out to anyone willing to pay, no questions asked.

Before a shrill beep rang out in the small darkened chamber they were in, the read outs turning green as the woman's dull blue eyes lit up with an ominous pink hue…someone else that wasn’t Sam now entirely in control as she awoke from what felt like a long nap, glancing down at the rough muscular hands wrapped tight around her sensitive tits before gazing up emotionlessly at her Master, his face still fresh in her mind as she fully indulged herself in her fabricated memories.

The local Russian led gangs would add one more lovely lady to their ranks that night, the city’s crime alert boards adding another missing individual up on display with barely anyone caring much at all…

THE END