Dripping wet between the legs, horny, and in a surprisingly wonderful mood, Charlie skipped down the corridor of her Star jumper. Her gait was light and energetic; her face was smiling, and she only wore a flimsy frock, her physical charms revealed to all. In her swinging hand, she held an apple-sized icosahedron, all twenty sides glowing faintly. She was headed to the Sim-chamber for some recreation.
Ununpentium, as Bob Lazar had revealed over a thousand years ago, was humanity’s savior, allowing them to reach the stars, colonize planets, and produce clean, efficient energy throughout the entire settled sphere. Though slightly rare, the element could now be synthesized, which made powering the Battle Cranes, Star Jumper ships, and entire planets clean and easy. The glowing, multifaceted cube would power the Sim chamber, giving Charlie some respite from the impending battles. Her body tingled, and her clit throbbed at the prospect.
The Sim-chamber, primarily used for training exercises, could be programmed to simulate just about anything. Nearly every crew member had at least half a dozen personal programs for recreation, Charlie had a few dozen. Her favorite, the one she planned on running as soon as she got there, she called “Charlie XXX.” It was a holographic simulation of her home planet, Dramadon, but re-tuned to fulfill her wildest, sexual fantasies. In the simulation, she was a goddess, worshiped and adored, and all were dedicated to sexually pleasuring her.
Walking inside the medium-sized room, which was lined with countless 3D Holo-projectors and force lenses, she placed the power cube—which it was called, although it had twenty sides and was vaguely spherical—into the control panel. The room lit up, lights, beams, and amorphous rays of force shooting everywhere.
“System on,” a human-sounding voice said. It was the Sim-chamber’s computer, an artificially intelligent system that could not only respond to verbal requests but also respond in context, as well as offer opinions and alternatives. “All systems go. Please give your Pagan Vengeance serial number to continue.”
“Hello, Shirley,” Charlie responded, shirking off her slutty micro-dress. “Charlie X, serial 8675309.”
“Voice recognized, Charlie. Welcome back. I like your new hairstyle.”
“Thank you, Shirley. I thought I’d look sexier if I grew it out.”
“Continue with the program in progress or abort for a new program.”
“I think that I’d like a…wait. What program is currently paused, Shirley.”
“It’s called Spanking Charlie 2.3, programmed by 5552368.”
“That’s Sophie’s code. Spanking Charlie, really?”
“Yes, Charlie. As an artificial being, I am incapable of lying.”
“Not you, Shirley, the fact that Sophie created it. I’m curious. Is it private?”
“As commander you have access to all files, programs, and systems, public or private, Charlie.”
“Well, I shouldn’t…”
“Then, I’ll wash the RAM of the program and load the program of your choice.”
“I said, ‘shouldn’t,’ not, ‘won’t.’ Shirley, I’m curious. Run the program from the beginning, please.”
“Spanking Charlie has been reset. Awaiting your command, Charlie.”
“Make it so. Engage.”
Although the Battle Cranes, spaceships, and other things human technology had produced were astounding miracles of progress, Charlie felt that the virtual reality of the Sim-chambers was the penultimate pinnacle of creation. The millions of holographic projectors mixed with the force generators, nanobots, and infrared beams, as well as other bits of technology. Combined and controlled by Shirley, the computer, and the parameters of the program, the sensations, as far as human senses were concerned, were as real as reality. Any scene or scenario one could conceive of could be simulated. Non-lethal combat training, Crane piloting practice, and every pleasure, including sexual encounters or off-ship vacations, could be created.
Charlie smiled in admiration as the scene sprang to life around her. It was a perfect replication of the Star Jumper’s main flight deck. The two pilot’s seats were exquisitely detailed, down to the tiny rips in the fabric, and every mote of dust, imperfection, and idiosyncrasy of the cabin flowed into a facsimile of real life, giving a perfect tactile and visual representation. All the equipment was on: the lights blinking, the screens showing displays, and the gauges showing. The only details missing were the crew.
Then, the flight deck’s doors opened, the “Schick” sound resonating through the virtual-reality version of the bridge. In walked a perfectly reproduced version of Charlie. The real Charlie found it surreal and disconcerting. The sim was wearing a slutty mockery of a pilot’s jumpsuit. Instead of the usual, olive-hued fabric, this one was sheer, showing off virtual Charlie’s sexual charms. A pulsing light, over the AI woman’s asshole, blinked. Slutty, VR Charlie had a vibrating plug inserted into her ass.
Charlie snickered at the computer-generated version of herself. She owned one of those plugs, the A-vibe 4000. The biofeedback device had a few hundred sensors that monitored the wearer’s physiology and reacted to the person’s level of arousal. The more turned-on one got, the more intense the vibrations would become. The blinking lights pulsed along with the pace and strength of the anal toy’s operation. Virtual Charlie’s plug was blinking with a frenetic, constant pulse.
The programmed Charlie stopped and looked around, her hands tearing open the crotch of her slutty, lingerie jumpsuit, then fingering her wet cunt. Her impassioned eyes met Charlie’s.
“I hoped you’d be here,” the virtual construct said. Her voice was exactly like Charlie’s if Charlie was possessed by lust. The words came out more akin to orgasmic moans than actual words. “I’ve been a bad Captain. I need a hard spanking.”
As the simulated woman spoke, her hands continued fucking herself through the sheer, see-through material, ripping the top open and exposing her round, perky tits.
“I wore the plug you like. Spank me with the plug inserted, so I can cum super-hard. Please punish me. You know I love you; you know I need it.”
“Wow,” Charlie exclaimed. “Surely, you must be joking.”
“Yes, commander. I’m here. Do you need the program changed?”
“Huh? No, Shirley.”
“Then why did you beckon me?”
“I said ‘surely,’ not ‘Shirley.'”
“Context added. Continue program?”
“Yes, please.”
“Please spank me. I’ll do anything, anything at all if you’ll just punish me.”
“I’ll need a paddle or something,” the real Charlie said. Her voice was a bit shaky, humorous, and uncertain.
Despite this being a shock to her, Charlie was both impressed by the level of extreme detail and the prospect of spanking herself, albeit virtually. At least she knew what she’d like.
“Strip, Charlie,” she commanded her virtual avatar.
“Just promise one thing, please. Swear you’ll be brutal. The harder you hit me, the more intense my orgasms.”
Sophie had even managed to get the inflection in AI Charlie’s voice perfect. As soon as Charlie X turned her head, an ominous-looking rack, filled with all sorts of spanking and BDSM gear, materialized on her right. Shrugging, Charlie tested a few of the completely realistic-looking and feeling items. The riding crop was too light; the first paddle was too soft. However, the large, heavy, embossed leather one seemed perfect.
Simulated Charlie dropped to her one hand and knees. Her other hand plunged into her dripping-wet cunt, three fingers thrusting in and out.
“Spank me and make me cum. I’ve been so bad.”
The horny simulation of Charlie was possessed by horny desire. Her entire body writhed, and her self-fucking fingers pounded into her spasming gash so violently that her sexual nectar spewed out of her cunt, splashing onto the floor. Charlie was impressed; the virtual construct emulated her true behavior, perfectly. The mercenary commander observed her doppelgänger writhing in the throes of orgasmic bliss, then hefted the cruel paddle.
“Beg for it, you slut,” Charlie X said.
“Give it to me; you know I want it—need it.”
SMACK!
“Ooh, mmm,” the computerized version of Charlie moaned. “Harder!”
“How hard do you want it?”
“Light my ass on fire. Punish me; be brutal. It gets me off.”
“Well,” Charlie mused, “I have a thing for purple-haired vixens, so, here goes.”
Marveling at the fact that spanking her virtual self was turning her on so much, Charlie wound up and slammed the paddle on AI Charlie’s convulsing butt. The spanking sound was incredible, echoing through the Sim-chamber. When the hefty paddle made contact, the plugged, horny version of Charlie screamed in ecstasy.
“Oh, fuck. I’m cumming, already. Don’t stop; please, don’t stop.”
Charlie unleashed a furious flurry of blows on the orgasming woman’s ass. The staccato slaps came fast, hard, and brutally as the computer version of the captain fingered herself into a never-ending stream of orgasms. The A-vibe 400 in her anus was blinking so brightly and quickly that it seemed to be constantly lit.
“More! Harder!” the computer Charlie begged.
Charlie X, working up a bit of a sweat, kept up the onslaught. She didn’t relent until the virtual pilot’s ass was darkened with nasty bruises. Still, the computer version fingered her cunt, begging and screaming for more. Eventually, Charlie could barely hold the paddle up, let alone take another swing.
“You’ve had enough, you whore,” she said.
The AI version rolled over onto her back, spreading her legs while she used both hands to finger her swollen, wet pussy.
“Now, piss on me. I want your golden love.”
“Huh?”
Charlie had never told anyone, but she sometimes enjoyed peeing on particularly submissive lovers. It wasn’t high on her list of enjoyable, sexual perversions, but, occasionally, one of her myriad playmates wanted to be showered with her nectar, and she obliged. That time, though, she was so overwhelmingly aroused that she immediately straddled her virtual twin and let loose a long stream of hot liquid.
