Disconnected, Part 5

“Ow, motherfucker!” Aisling slammed her knee against the door jam, causing her to fall over as she ran into her room. There was a dent in the wood from her having done this every other day for the past two years. She cradled her knee and slowly rocked on the floor until the intense pain subsided.

Her computer kept chiming. “I’m coming, keep your pants on.” She yelled at the machine, not that it would listen. She pulled herself to her feet, and stumbled over to her desk. She got a glimpse of herself in the reflection on her monitor before it powered on – she was a mess. She had slept in makeup the previous night, and didn’t even make it to her bedroom. Her hair was going in every direction but the ones she wanted. She looked over her twelve-year-old self, and wondered why she was wearing a tank-top, but not pants, or even panties.

She put on her headset, and answered the incoming call “What?” she whined out.

“Why aren’t you connected, Ashes?” the voice demanded.

“Huh? Who is this?” Aisling asked.

“Who do you think?” The voice responded.

Aisling finally looked at the message window, then the clock. “Scarlet, it’s five in the morning.” Scarlet coughed over the call. Aisling rolled her eyes. “Mistress Scarlet.” She corrected herself.

“I don’t care. I need you for one thing, and you aren’t doing it.”

“Huh?” Aisling was still rubbing sleep from her eyes. “Oh, Brae.”

“Yes, your owner, Brae. She is online. You are not.”

“Can I at least take a shower, first?” Aisling whined.

“Be quick.” Scarlet said. “Stream it to her.”

Aisling rolled her eyes again, and disconnected the call. She took her tablet into the bathroom, set the tablet on the back of the toilet, and pointed the camera at the shower. She started a stream to Brae, who, to her surprise, was active enough in the real world to accept it. Aisling didn’t put on much of a show – she had been instructed to be quick, after all. She showered, fixed her hair, and returned to her bedroom. She put her tablet on the nightstand, the camera still streaming to Brae when she laid down and put on her holoband.

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Ashes appeared, dissolving from out of nowhere, in the clubhouse. Her body here returned to that of a much younger girl of about six or seven, dressed only in a skimpy thong and a black leather collar. She looked around at the room.

The normal music of the clubhouse was gone, the only sound being quiet murmurings of some of the clan members. She walked around, looking for Scarlet and Brae, finding them in a small alcove tucked away under the stairs. Brae laid motionless on a cushion with her head in Scarlet’s lap. Scarlet was stroking her fingers through Brae’s hair.

“Do you always connect naked?” Brae asked, only her lips moving.

Ashes knelt down next to Brae, her knees spread slightly. “Sometimes, M’Lord.” She replied. She waited a moment before speaking again. “Is something wrong, M’Lord?”

“Yeah. I’ve been shot down.” Brae’s body still remained motionless. “And I wish her toy would stop staring at me.”

Ashes looked between Brae and Scarlet, thoroughly confused.

“Your Master tried to hook up last night, and was rejected. The subject, a girl named Payton, slept over last night even after rejecting Brae’s advances. Payton owns a synthetic who is apparently staring at Brae.”

Brae sat up, finally moving from her unnatural stillness. “She’s going to stay here all day today.” Brae said.

“M’Lord, why were you, uh…?” Ashes started to ask.

“Sitting eerily still for an extended period of time?” Brae finished Ashes question.

“Yeah, that.” Ashes blushed cutely.

“I wasn’t paying attention to my holoband.” Brae said. She patted her lap, and Ashes crawled into it. “I need to get off this game. I am tired of this sex-with-panties-on shit we do.” She slid her hand into Ashes panties, her fingers slowly stroked the young girl’s lips.

Ashes shivered, and relaxed against Brae. She was not wet, but the fingers felt pleasant.

“Your server should be ready by now, shouldn’t it?” Scarlet asked, as she leaned into Braelyn. “That was the entire point of you taking that month off.”

Brae dragged her fingertips between Ashes’ lips, flicking the pad of her finger against the girl’s nub several times, sending little shocks up Ashes’ spine, causing her to whimper. “I don’t know if it can handle all the extra clan members you recruited.” Brae said.

“Your server can handle sixty users without issue, Brat.” Scarlet said. She ran her fingers through Ashes’ hair, watching, apparently fascinated by the little girl’s reactions.

Brae took Ashes hardening nub between her thumb and forefinger, and twisted gently, letting the little girl’s flesh slide against hers. Ashes twisted her spine to try and follow the twisting of her clit, groaning the entire time.

“Shh. Sit still.” Brae said to Ashes. “But there is nothing to do, and adding content would tax it.”

“We could just go over there to fuck, you know.” Scarlet smirked. She reached down and pinched one of Ashes’ nipples. “It’s not like connecting there makes it so we can’t connect here again.”

Ashes tensed her muscles, her jaw clenched, as she forced herself to be still. Her lips moistened with the mix of pleasure and mild discomfort.

Brae slid her fingers down, and pressed two into Ashes’ pussy. She idly thrust her fingers in and out of the little girl. Ashes rested her head back against Brae’s chest, and let out a long sigh. Her hips lifted off of Brae’s lap to push into the fingers, until Brae swatted at Ashes. “Keep still.” Brae said. “Go tell the clan how to connect to my server, I guess. It’s up.”

Scarlet leaned in and pressed her lips to Braes, kissed her for a long moment, before she stood. “Yes, M’Lord” Scarlet said, she bowed, and withdrew from the little alcove.

“I’m still watching you, Ashes.” Brae said, her full attention on the little girl. She started pumping her fingers inside Ashes’ quickly, pulling her up by her front wall. Ashes started to moan and writhe in Brae’s lap.

“Y…yes, M’Lord.” Ashes stammered out.

Brae kept her pace going, relentlessly fingering the seven-year-old’s pussy. “You’re giving me a great show here, but none on your bed. You’re just lying there.”

Ashes turned her head to look up at Brae, her little hips pushing hard against the fingers fucking her little cunt. “I…I can’t think….about both places…at once.”

Brae lifted her free hand to Ashes’ chest, and pinched and twisted a nipple. “Sure you can. Focus. I’m not going to let you cum till you do.” She said, her thumb pressed against Ashes’ hood. Every one of Ashes’ muscles trembled from the assault on her pussy. Her hips stopped moving, but her body continued to tremble.

Aisling’s hands lifted from the bed, one went to her throat, gripping it tightly just short of choking herself. The other went between her legs. Her palm stroked over her lips gently a few times, before she slapped herself hard and immediately rubbed herself quickly.

“Don’t go limp here, either.” Brae said. She added a third finger to Ashes’ pussy, stretching her already filled cunt until it burned.

Ashes and Aisling whimpered in unison, their hips moved together, Ashes’ in Brae’s lap, and Aisling on the stream she watched. Aisling squeezed her own throat until she could feel her breathing restricted, her palm again slapped her lips, sending a shock up both her, and her avatar’s spine. She inserted her fingers, three of them, into herself. She fucked herself hard with her fingers in time with Brae’s treatment of Ashes.

“M’Lord, may I cum?” Ashes and Aisling panted out.

“Is this a game to you?” Brae asked, her fingers kept thrusting.

“No, M’Lord.” Ashes said, her body writhing hard, on the precipice of her climax.

“And you’re giving yourself to me, in and out of game?” Brae asked.

“Yes, M’Lord!” Ashes and Aisling cried out. “Please, M’Lord, let me cum, please!”

Brae leaned in. She whispered her command into Ashes’ ear. “Cum” is all she said. She bit into Ashes’ shoulder, as Ashes and Aisling both whined out a moan, and relented to an intense orgasm.

“Thank you, M’Lord!” Ashes yelled through her moan.