p"Virto...Virto... have you returned again?" The voice spoke out to him. He was on the dream again. The young man floated around in the vacuum of space, stuck semi petrified as the voice that had plaged his mind for days once again spoke to him. "Yes voice?" He responded, his mouth movement feeling sluggish along with his body. This disembodied voice that spoke had revealed no hint of her name. Virto, the man, had tried giving it nicknames to make it easier to communicate. She had turned them all down, saying herself that for the time bring, she will simply want to be called "Voice". Ominously vague, but he made no effort at the time to go against it.
"How far have you gotten on the experiment?" Voice then asked.
"I feel like I am getting closer, but I do not know why you need so much power for what is essentially a basement tier particle accelerator." He had spent the last week creating a strange machine in his free time, using the blueprints and formulas that slowly moved around to the next part as he worked. He was being guided to a goal he did not know, yet is curious side was getting to him, and the alure of something evil...
"Creating a rift to travel through takes a considerable amount of power, and unfortunately your species is unable to casually create the needed power," she responded. "Now please wake up and continue as soon as you can, and don't forget about your reward for when you finish~"
"Yes yes, pleasure and happiness beyond imagination." He rolled his eyes as he was snapped out of the dream, coming to wake up staring at the ceiling of his bedroom. He sat upright and looked in the mirror in his room. He looked half asleep, his medium length hair looking as if he had tumbled down a large hill. He's blanket was still draped over his back like a cape, as if his body had felt something cold.
Normally he would save working on the project for after work, but today was a Sunday. He had no work until Monday after all. In his pajamas, he took a minute to brush his teeth and went into the basement of his two story suburban house. His job combined with the small house he lives in lets him be well off, and after a few renovations he could call it home. Half asleep, he slipped into his slides and walked down the carpeted steps into the basement, a tv and PlayStation in one part, and another part devoted to his project.
It was a marvel of an idea, but without proper tools with the precision of a laboratory he had to spend more time on it. Hooked up to a battery, he had made a little metal hollow circular ring that spiralled around an orb, than went out along the basement walls for distance and back to speed up in the spiral again. Inside the spiral was a glass orb that was supposed to work like glass prism in terms of light. Basically, the electrons' light energy is gathered up by the prism as the particles speed up. The power needed for this drains the power and pits the basement in darkness, but for some reason a purple hue took over illuminating. At this point he was done, but he had to slyly rewire a few of the houses to direct more power to the basement of his experiment. All that was needed right now was to connect the wires he pulled through the walls to the contraption, connecting them to the metal that receives the electrons. Once he had done that, the lights flicked for a second getting used to the new power flowing. "I could activate this now," he told himself, "Or I could get breakfast..."
"Activate it now!!"
Virto screamed as he turned around frantically, looking to see of had said that. "Relax Virto, it is just the voice again," she reassured trying to calm him down. His breathing and heartbeat started slowing, fear turning to disbelief. "I thought you only came out in my dreams," he said, starting to going upstairs. "Well I did, but I thought since you have now finished this project, it could be a special occasion. Wait why are you going upstairs? You have wonders to explore with a press of a button!"
"I'm hungry," was all he said, tuning her out as she urged him to go back down, her convincing all for naught as she could only watch him make scrambled eggs and eat agonizingly slow for her time. "Ok, now I'm ready," he said as he went back down to the basement...
The panel so far was looking unharmed. Only two buttons were on it as the machine was fully automated. The Start and Abort button. The voice said there will be no need to Abort, but Virto thought differently.
After checking one last time, he pressed the power button and stepped back, listening to the wirrr of machinery speeding up the particles. "Yes, yes it's working! It's finally going to happen Virto! Aren't you excited?" The voice said, brimming with glee. Right now just hoping nothing explodes, he watches the orb start glowing with a purple color. It was at this moment that the basement lights went out, the purple hue lighting the basement instead again. However this time, something felt... different. Virto felt lust, being aroused as if he was browsing a porn or hentai site bored. He felt power coursing through him, making him feel tingly all over like some kind of magic. "What's going on?" He asked curious, but the voice was now gone. The basement started to shake, gently bouncing stuff around like a small earthquake, but large enough for him to feel it. Deciding he had enough for now, he went to go for the abort button, slamming down on it as the wirring and shaking stopped. Just like the voice came back to life, as if she was blocked out like a bad internet connection.
"...V-virto? Why did you stop!? We were so close! Virto?"
He didn't respond, not know how to voice that he got cold feet to the disembodied person.
"Virto my interdimensional pawn, it is okay to be scared if you are. You think I would let this place hurt you? We both know that I'm in the end using you, but I still care about your safety. Just press the button...you will be ok."
"And what if this blows up in my face?" He yelled up to the celling. "Then I'll save you."
"Promise?"
"I swear on my near-immortal life"
He pressed the button again, the shaking and feeling coming back faster this time. He was getting motion sick, the shaking messing up his sense of balance and making him fall onto the ground. He rolled on his back and held his head, watching the purple hue grow brighter. Soon the basement went from a dark purple to a bright fushia as the wirrr got louder. Unable to handle his ears and fluid getting barraged with constant shaking and noise, he started succumming to a drousy rest. His body grew more relaxed as a heat spread through him, covering him like a blanket as he fell asleep...
He woke up on his couch in the living room, somehow moved from downstairs to up after he fell. "Did I gives anyone my keys?" He said to himself.
"No, I brought up myself," said the voice, except now it wasn't in his head, but instead coming from behind him. Confused, he turned his head only to face his face be suddenly smothered in a large bust. He yelled loudly, the sound muffled and silenced in-between the breasts, much like most of his resistance. That's right Virto, just relax in my embrace. You will become a slave to my body." The lady said as she hugged him against her bosom tighter. Once he has fully stopped struggling, she pulled away, seeing a blank stare of inner emotional confliction.
She dawned light purple robes and a matching pointy hat ontop her bright pink hair. The clothing left almost nothing to. the imagination, the robes clinging to her body like tissue and plastic wrappers after you take clothes out of the dryer. "Why the sad face? Don't you feel excited to finally see who was on the other side?"
"You say something about me being your slave," he responded, starting to shift away from her but being held by his hand. "Well naturally, per tradition you are now my husband," she said, two rings appearing in her free hand that she wasn't using to hold his. "I assume you have heard the term, 'till death do us part', because with these we can be together even in the afterlife~. Go on, put yours on."
Virto shook his head. "I'm not your husband, I'm your willing 'pawn'. What about the other world, and the reward?"
"The reward was becoming the husband of yours truly, but if you insist on your curiosity, then before we go to the other world, you must satisfy my own curiosity," she said, hopping over onto the couch and pushing him over onto is back, leering over with a predetory gaze. "Am I allowed to ask what exactly you want me to satisfy?" He asked as she undid the string on his Pajama pants. "I think you already can tell. You were able to build the particle accelerator.."
"You know, there are different kinds of sm-ar-haa-" His sentence was left incomplete as she grabbed around the member, moving her thumb lighty along his glands. "Oh did you wish to say something Virto?" He nodded, bitting his bottom lip to keep himself from emitting a moan. The Dark Mage continued to finger his glands, pulling him slowly by his leg until his body rested on her lap, rendered unable to do little but squirm from her dexterous fingers as pre started to leak out the tip. Right as he felt he was about to have a mini-orgasm, she pulled her and away, licking her pre-covered thumb as she stared right into his eyes. "That was but a taste, and yet you wince in pleasure. Maybe I could give you more if you just agree..."
"Ha...I can get the same amount as this with water and literal shower nozzle setting..." Virto said as his pole now stood erect, ready and in the mood for some more. He started sitting up, but the Mage pushed him back down, squeezing his tip painfully tight. "Don't you dare belittle my skill!" The poor Virto tensed up, yelling out in pain as she released and squeezed like a heartbeat, cutting off blood circulation as she moved down to constrict his cock at the base. His cock started to enlargen slightly, the blood in it having nowhere to go due to the vice grip on him. "Say you will be my husband and I'll will stop," she said.
"No, I will not!"
"Say it!"
"You can't force someone to say they love you, ahh too tight..."
The more this went on, the more she tried to get him to admit it. She had seen knights with less stubborness than this mere mortal, so why won't he give in? She finally let him go after what felt like hours of torture to him. He layed the panting, tears streaming down his face as he moaned in pain. The guilt of what she had done was starting to kick in. Not knowing what to do for this unprecedented situation, she cased a spell on him to make him fall asleep, coddling him like she was his mother as his moans ceased under the sleeping spell
...
His dreams were filled with nothingness. For the first time since that lady had taken over his mind, his subconsciousness has gone back to having no aim, forming whatever it did in the deep sleep hours before he woke. This time, it was him eating breakfast in an Ihop, the restaurant looking ultra-realistic for such a place fabricated from pure memory and randomness. Oh how he missed having these dreams with no meaning. As he somehow was served Eggo waffles to eat. A smell overtook his dream nose. Breakfast being cooked. If he could smell it, his sleep was nearing an end. Disappointed he wouldn't get to enjoy the whole of the waffles, he opened his eyes. It was his bedroom, fully stashed with console games neatly stacked in the corner, his small tv, and a switch sitting beside it on a drawer. He checked the time on his clock. According to it, he had slept through the whole of yesterday, the memory of what happened hazy as an early spring morning. Confused, he got out of bed and took a quick shower, then putting on some shorts and a t-shirt, then went down the steps into the kitchen. It was there he saw someone wearing a ankle-length Victorian maid uniform, an extremely busy tail swinging under it, some fur on their wrists and what looked to him to be golden heels. Definitely not remembering inviting a cosplayer into the house, he silently reached for something one the counter, deciding to go for a stray plastic bowl on the dish rack. "Hello Sir, what would you like on your egg?" Said the (probably) cosplayer without even deterring from her cooking, much less turning her head.
"Who are you?" Virto asked, still ready to throw the bowl at her head. She pointed to the living room, where someone in purple robes was writing into a journal with a quill. It took a moment for him to register who that was. "Voice? What are you still doing here?"
"Waiting for you to recover. Has my healing magic worked on your body? Do you feel any pain?"
"No not really..." he answered, the maid placing a perfectly cooked plate of egg and toast in his hand before going upstairs to the second floor. "May I ask who is that?" He said, the pendulum like swing of that tail catching his attention. "She is a kikimora, one of the species you are going to find on the other side of the crude portal you made."
"Noted, but maid service isn't going to win me over." The mage got up and took his hand, pulling him beside her on the living room couch. "I know, and I'm not giving up. I'm going to make you my husband if it takes years, but I'm not going to force you anymore. I'm going to win you over honestly, with gifts and shows of affection. And maybe some enchantments and magic."
"Isn't that cheating?" Asked Virto, the mage shaking her head then opening a purple portal in front of them. "It's two way if you ever want to take a break from the world, you can, but here is the adventure I promised. If you ever cross over, I'll be waiting on the other side." She got up and went through, the portal shrinking down to a small, more hideable size but not disappearing. A tangeble ring formed around it, allowing him to pick it up. He stared at it for a long while, before tucking it behind the chair for later, and going up to take a shower before starting his first day of exploration.
The end