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Vincent drives a bus full of barely-legal coeds every afternoon, acting like the quiet loser everyone ignores. But tonight he's fishing for new fuck-materials. Aidra, lolipop still in her mouth, climbs off last and leaves her candy for the trash. Around the corner, he gloves up, tweezes that wet stick into a baggie, and races home. At his desk he slaps the sample on the scanner, loads her face into "Virtually Real," strips away every trace of real personality, then straps on the headset. Inside a blank white room the digital Aidra and three other fresh-copied schoolgirls sit waiting. A drill-sergeant version of Vincent in full regalia storms in, lines them up, and drills them for names and ages. When he reaches Aidra she blurts that she wants his cock, just like her classmates. He fucks her in the middle of the circle while the others kneel and moan for their turn. He dumps his load in her, orders them to stay fresh, and logs out. Days later a quiet new student, Amber, sits up front. Vincent yanks a hair from her head as she steps off, then bolts home and feeds it straight into the game. The computer blurps an error, but he leaves it running and straps the headset back on. White room again. Four already-loaded girls plus Amber, who wakes up confused and starts banging the walls. The others warn her that the General could come any second. Before Vincent boots in, Amber figures it out: they’re all mods, digital sex-toys trapped in a skinned room. She rallies them—solid plan: every girl begs for an orgasm at once. When the General reappears he orders them to wait their turn, but the second he buries his dick in Amber’s throat she screams for the others to swarm him. The orgy is pure chaos—BGGGGG, the General gets sucked, ridden, tugged on every limb. One by one the classmates scream through screaming climaxes and vanish in glitch flashes until only Amber and Vincent’s avatar are left. She jerks him over her face; the second he busts he knows he’s fucked. He yells EXIT over and over while Amber laughs and fingers herself to a loud, messy orgasm. He yanks the headset, smashes his forehead on the desk, but the damage is done. Next morning he’s back behind the wheel like nothing happened. The girls chatter and giggle in the back while he drives them off into the sunset, already planning his next collection run.
Vincent drives a bus full of barely-legal coeds every afternoon, acting like the quiet loser everyone ignores. But tonight he's fishing for new fuck-materials. Aidra, lolipop still in her mouth, climbs off last and leaves her candy for the trash. Around the corner, he gloves up, tweezes that wet stick into a baggie, and races home. At his desk he slaps the sample on the scanner, loads her face into "Virtually Real," strips away every trace of real personality, then straps on the headset. Inside a blank white room the digital Aidra and three other fresh-copied schoolgirls sit waiting. A drill-sergeant version of Vincent in full regalia storms in, lines them up, and drills them for names and ages. When he reaches Aidra she blurts that she wants his cock, just like her classmates. He fucks her in the middle of the circle while the others kneel and moan for their turn. He dumps his load in her, orders them to stay fresh, and logs out. Days later a quiet new student, Amber, sits up front. Vincent yanks a hair from her head as she steps off, then bolts home and feeds it straight into the game. The computer blurps an error, but he leaves it running and straps the headset back on. White room again. Four already-loaded girls plus Amber, who wakes up confused and starts banging the walls. The others warn her that the General could come any second. Before Vincent boots in, Amber figures it out: they’re all mods, digital sex-toys trapped in a skinned room. She rallies them—solid plan: every girl begs for an orgasm at once. When the General reappears he orders them to wait their turn, but the second he buries his dick in Amber’s throat she screams for the others to swarm him. The orgy is pure chaos—BGGGGG, the General gets sucked, ridden, tugged on every limb. One by one the classmates scream through screaming climaxes and vanish in glitch flashes until only Amber and Vincent’s avatar are left. She jerks him over her face; the second he busts he knows he’s fucked. He yells EXIT over and over while Amber laughs and fingers herself to a loud, messy orgasm. He yanks the headset, smashes his forehead on the desk, but the damage is done. Next morning he’s back behind the wheel like nothing happened. The girls chatter and giggle in the back while he drives them off into the sunset, already planning his next collection run.