Flaxen in "CYBERDOOM!!"

The invitation came as a complete surprise to Becca. She'd neither heard of 'VirtuaCom' nor had she seen any of their mega - publicity ads on t.v. or in the glossies, yet their literature sent along with the invitation seemed very intriguing and interesting.

It read like something out of 'Total Recall' with Arnold Schwarzennegger: "Come to 'VirtuaCom', come and experience all the things your imagination can only dream of, and what your pay packet will not allow!"

It was one of those one-off publicity stunts. An offer that gets you interested - for free - probably to be followed by a fee of hundreds of dollars if she wanted to try it again, Becca thought.

Still, it was an intriguing prospect, and Becca was soon to be sent off on who knows what kind of Godawful mission to who knows what long forgotten hole on the face of the earth, to bring in yet another mentally unbalanced nutball. She wanted some excitement of a different kind for a change, so she filled in the form and posted it back to 'VirtuaCom', hoping she'd be one of the lucky few recipients yet at the same time not making any life changing plans on that basis.

Within the week, Becca had a reply land on her doormat, marked: "You are a Winner!" It was postmarked and headed 'VirtuaCom'. Opening the letter, she read that she had been selected along with two others to sample a 'Virtual Reality Experience of a lifetime!' All she had to do was turn up at 'VirtuaCom' the following Saturday to claim her 'VirtuaCom' "Free V.R. experience."

Saturday came and Becca parked in the massive CyberSystems Corporation Ltd car park and made her way into the huge building. The elevator showed 'VirtuaCom' to be a couple of floors below ground level. This didn't bother her particularly, but it struck her as odd that so 'up-front' a company didn't have a better, more accessible floor in the building. Finally the elevator stopped and the doors opened, revealing a highly futuristic looking corridor, with signs directing visitors to the main desk. On arrival, Becca was greeted by a smiling, fresh faced young receptionist who gave her a card with a number and showed her to a waiting area, currently devoid of people.

"I was told that there'd be two others...?"Becca enquired.

"Yes, you've just missed them, Miss Evans, but don't worry, you'll be able to go through in a moment."

Becca nodded. It seemed like a lot of effort and money going to waste for the sake of one prize winner, but she wasn't going to make a fuss - it was free after all.

"Ah, Miss Evans, isn't it?" A voice from beside her made Becca turn. A tall man stood there in a white overall in his late forties, greying slightly at his temples.

"That's right." Becca confirmed, standing to shake his hand. He had a firm handshake, not one of those revolting wet fish shakes that turns you immediately off someone.

"I'm Dr. Malcolm McDonnell, I suppose you could say I pretty much am 'Mr. VirtuaCom'. Well, if you'd care to follow me to cubicle three, we can get right on with the 'Experience of a lifetime'." He said.

The two of them walked the length of the corridor to a room marked 'V.R. Simulator 3' and he opened the door, letting himself and Becca inside and closing it behind them.

Inside, Becca saw a plush, reclining leather armchair with a head set at the top, a cluster of wires and sensors, plus the strangest looking computer linked to the armchair and the head set, sat atop a desk, from which the Dr. would monitor the progress of the recipient's experience.

"Wow!" Becca said in astonishment. "I'm not certain I'm dressed appropriately for this." The set up had a 'rough and ready' flavour to it. Becca had been expecting something a little more sterile and ostere and so had dressed in her business suit: Her hair was clipped back and held up behind her and she was wearing a beige knee length pencil skirt, jacket and stillettos a cream blouse and flesh tone tights. "I feel as though I should have worn  a sweater and leggings!" She chuckled to herself.

"It doesn't matter really, Miss Evans," Dr. McDonnell assured her. "Once in Virtual Reality you can be wearing whatever your imagination conjures up!"

"And all I do is lay back on this chair and it does the rest?" Becca asked, taking off her jacket and hanging it on the back of the door.

"That's about the size of it, yes." Dr. McDonnell replied.

Becca hopped onto the chair and McDonnell reclined it so that it was almost flat. Then he lowered the head set over Becca's head and walked around to the computer.

"Comfortable?" He chirped.

"Very." Becca cooed.

"Excellent. Now, I'm going to start you off slow, with something little, then build gradually, this is because the mind needs time to adjust fully to the digitally represented environment. In a few minutes, however, you won't know it from reality - believe me."

"I can't wait." Becca smiled from beneath the head set. This was fun already and nothing had happened yet.

To start with, Becca was taken on a journey through the ocean depths, looking at fish that nobody had ever seen with their naked eye before, and certainly not without a mask or breathing apparatus. She'd only ever seen them in photographs before, now here they were, swimming around in front of her very eyes....virtually.

"This is stunning!" She called out to McDonnell, very excited.

"It is extraordinarily real, isn't it, Miss Evans. You haven't seen anything yet, though, it gets much better than this...." McDonnell was in his element, showing off one of his prized creations to an appreciative customer.

Suddenly, Becca was transported to the Grand Canyon and was flying over it in a hang glider, swooping down into the canyon itself and rising up again on a convection current. It was too real not to be true.

"I don't understand how you do this, but it's amazing!" Becca said.

"How real is it looking now, Miss Evans?" McDonnell asked.

"I'm there...I'm really there!" Becca called back.

"Wonderful. Now," McDonnell had put on a travelling head mike and was approaching the chair. "In a couple of seconds, Miss Evans, you'll feel a little woozy, that's just your mind 'reconfiguring' itself to the slightly unreal environment you're in. Don't forget, your eyes aren't actually seeing a thing - it's all messages that are being relayed directly to your brain through the head set."

"I understand." Becca heard his words, even though they had a strange 'otherworldly' quality to them. She wasn't aware, though, that her own voice had been barely inaudible to McDonnell. McDonnell was stood right by her side, looking at his watch. He left another few seconds, then he slid his hand across her tights and her gorgeous calves.

Becca didn't flinch. She was totally in the Virtual World created by McDonnell and had no awareness of her real body. She was totally oblivious to how vulnerable she was. McDonnell caressed the whole length of her delocious body, stroking her sumptuous thighs, her gently rising and falling breasts, her kissable cherry lips. Becca knew none of this, because the motor control over her own body was now at the control of McDonnell.

Happy that Becca couldn't do anything to get away, he returned to the computer.

"Now then, Miss Evans, how about a little adventure?"

"This is sooooo exciting! Yes!!" She thought she had actually spoken to him. Instead, he had heard her 'thoughts' amplified over his head set.

"Right. I think an incredibly exciting superheroine peril would suit you down to the ground, Miss Evans...or should I call you 'FLAXEN'?"

Deep inside her mind, Rebecca felt it again. The sudden jolt of terror that struck her when she realised that someone had discovered her identity. How long had he known? Had he found out whilst she had been attached to this V.R. machine? No, this had been planned. She had been lured into this. It had 'TRAP' written all over it now. She felt herself struggle like there was no tomorrow. In fact her body hadn't even twitched.

On the computer monitor, McDonnell watched Rebecca change from her business attire into her sexy 'Flaxen' costume before his very eyes. She looked even more desirable in that tight lycra and spandex ensemble than in her figure hugging blouse and pencil skirt.

"I'm going to test the full capability of this Virtual Environment on you, 'Flaxen'. This is why you are really here - I want to find out if I can kill somebody whilst I have control over them ni my V.R. world!"

"You're insane! Let me the hell out of here!" Becca was floating in nothingness inside McDonnell's V.R. environment.

"Oh, I don't think so, my love. In fact, I think it's time I placed you in a truly diabolical death trap - just to make you feel right at home!"

'Flaxen' suddenly found herself strapped down on her back to the floor of a large cell. Her wrists and ankles were bound to the four walls and no amount of tugging and wriggling was going to change that.

"I'm TRAPPED!" Becca's mind squealed at her. "What's he going to do to me in this position?"

As if in direct answer to her question, the room made an almighty groaning sound and Becca saw the ceiling slowly begin to descend...as it did so, deadly looking spikes grew out from it. The ceiling made it's way down towards her helpless, frightened and struggling body.

"NO! OH NO - HELP! HELP ME!!"

Becca squirmed and writhed furiously, all to no avail, as the ceiling and the spikes maintained their course and threatened to crush the life out of her.......

Chapter 2

The ceiling continued to descend, despite Flaxen's terrified screams. The spikes were all but upon her writhing body, bearing down on her shuddering frame with slow yet inexorable purpose. She gasped as she felt the first of the spikes glance against her defiant breasts, squirming to delay the inevitable skewering as long as possible.

"Isn't there anything I can do to get out of this Virtual Reality Death Trap???" Becca thought, her mind racing through as many futile gestures as she could in the vain hope that some hope of escape would present itself. Then she realised that perhaps it already had.

"Wait a minute - if this IS virtual reality, then what's to stop me from bending the rules here myself?" She concentrated hard, imagining the spikes as soft and pliable foam outcrops from the ceiling. As the first spike was about to gore her through her naval, it softened and turned into a foam finger. Becca was so relieved that her idea had worked she nearly forgot about the ceiling itself! Only when the ceiling pressed down hard onto her bosoms, squashing them under it's mass, did she realise she was about to be crushed to death instead of skewered!

"Oh my goodness! Better think of something fast!" Becca began to puff and pant as the ceiling pressed down on her chest and abdomen - there were just inches now between the ceiling and the floor she was bound to. Concentrating hard, she imagined the ceiling as a large duvet, and her bonds as spaghetti. Sure enough, the ceiling changed and her wrists and ankles snapped the softening bonds as though they were mush.

"Now, where am I and how do I get back to my own 'body'.... my own reality?"Becca was stood in a large dark room with no ceiling, just an enormous duvet and pieces of spaghetti. through the hole in the 'ceiling' she could see strange electrical impulses darting to and fro in the air high above her. the 'sky' was dark, almost black. She wondered to herself why it wasn't sunny - it had been sunny when she arrived. As soon as she had thought it, the sky changed to a summery bright blue.

"Well now I know I can manipulate my surroundings as well. Perhaps somehow I can find a way out of this trap and bring this psycho McDonnell in..."

Suddenly, the sky seemed to crackle with a massive surge of electricity - the synapses of electronic impulses were building, racing across the V.R. 'sky'. Becca realised this must be her consciousness she was experiencing - or at least 'a consciousness' being represented through the computer enhanced environment.

"Congratulations, "Flaxen", you have successfully managed to escape the first of your ordeals. Excellent! Finding your feet in the Virtual World at last?" McDonnell seemed glad that Becca had got free.

"You seem happy I've escaped you, McDonnell. What's your game?"

"Oh, you've far from escaped from me, my love! No, I'm just getting started with you. You see, the only way you can ever get out of here is if I or somebody else 'unplugs' you from the mainframe. Whilst inside the virtual reality, you are constantly at my beck and call - my marionette, if you like. I intend to take you from one terrifying death trap peril to another, each getting increasingly more deadly and tricky to escape than the last. You may have escaped the impaling ceiling, Flaxen, but you'll never escape me or the piece da resistence I have lined up for you. You can't imagine yourself back into your body - that has to be done in reality, and with you plugged into the machine, that is going to be impossible for you to do. So sit back, do what you can to elude your death for as long as you possibly can, and I'll thoroughly enjoy tormenting you. Remember, Flaxen, I am a master of this domain. I created this environment, I know every last millimeter of it; You are still a novice."

Just as Becca was about to give a fiery retort, she felt herself being whisked through the V.R. environment, flying, falling and spinning through the vastness of the computer's 'consciousness' and landing face down on a huge, fallen tree trunk bridging a long gorge. Slightly dizzy and dazed from the kalaedescope journey, it took her a few moments to realise that she wasn't alone on the tree trunk - a twenty foot anaconda had slithered out from nowhere and was quickly wrapping itself around her midriff, trapping her against the tree by her waist and arms. As it bqgan to squeeze her tightly, Becca felt light headed. The gorge extended down below her for hundreds of feet, making her slightly agoraphobic and dizzy with vertigo. Every struggle rocked the trunk and placed her in jeopardy of rolling it off the lip of the gorge and plummetting hundreds of feet to her death on the rocks below.

"Got to think of something fast!" Becca panicked. She tried to think of something, but this time the dizziness and the vertigo were seriously clouding her thinking - no doubt designed to by McDonnell.

"GYYYUUUHHH!" She gasped as the mighty snake crushed her body against the tree. Becca's gorgeous legs wriggled and writhed futilely, unable to make any difference to her peril.

"Th-this thing...GASP! THIS THING IS G-GOING T-T-TO CRUSH ME TO DEATH!!" She panted, sweating in her exertion and her fear.

"If he has traps worse than this, what possible hope have I got of ever escaping here alive??!" Becca worried. She continued to struggle as the snake squeezed her tighter and tighter, crushing the breath out of her.

"H-H-HELP...!!!" Was all Becca could say.

Chapter 3

Becca had tried everything she could think of. She'd tried gripping the sides of the trunk with her wonderous inner thighs to gain leverage, she'd tried - fruitlessly - to free her arms from her sides and 'unravel' the beast-like snake off her. She had even resorted to screaming at the top of her voice, begging McDonnell to let her go, begging for somebody to help...just begging.

Nothing had worked.

The thick snake's angry thew tightened around the fabulous feminine fantasy figure trapped helpless in it's coils. The sexy woman contorted painfully in it's deathly tight embrace, being slowly squashed and crushed between thousands of pounds of pure muscle.

Rebecca Evans was scared. She was terrified. The snake was killing her - this much was certain, and she knew she would have to think up something a lot more original to save herself this time than to try and turn it into spaghetti!

McDonnell had raised the stakes. Suddenly there were a different set of rules to this deadly game of his. Becca concentrated hard to manipulate her surroundings, but nothing was changing. It was like being in a computer game and finding the rules to one level no longer applied on the next level. Rebecca was forced into a futile, erotic struggle, with her gorgeous legs kicking at thin air. Her body was bending and twisting, curving and squirming, her head shaking from side to side, throwing itself back and forth. She looked for all the world like a woman at the point of a rapturous climax - her delicious body performing poses a magazine photographer would kill for. That's how it would have looked to someone coming along in the middle of it all.

Instead, here she was slowly being killed by a deadly anaconda. Becca looked down at the vice - tight hold on her. Her breasts were almost bulging out of the top of her costume and for a weird moment she marvelled at the sight of her own body.

For the first few moments of her ordeal. Becca had felt a strange erotic thrill at being held so tightly by the powerful snake. Her first few gasps had not been entirely due to the snake's enormous crushing power - it was partly excitement. A thrill.

But now all that had changed. Now she was in a truly deadly peril - as dangerous as anything her nemesis Androidus could throw at her. The thought panicked her into even more feverish struggling.

"I've got to get out of this!" She gasped to herself. "...But I'm never going to wriggle out of this killer's coils...What the hell do I do??"

The snake had crushed so tightly around Becca now, that she couldn't inhale at all. She began to turn red...then a worrying shade of purple...then blue.

"This...is...it. I'm...going to die...unnnnhhhhh...." Her legs had stopped writhing and her sumptuous lips pouted hopelessly trying to suck in the precious air.

"...I'm....DYING....!!!" She gasped. "P-please..." She said to the snake more than to McDonnell, "Please s-stop...please don't....don't crush...me..."

Becca felt her body quiver and shudder as the coils tightened one final time. Suddenly everything went black.

Becca didn't know what had happened. She figured she'd been killed and was floating in limbo.

"This can't be happening to me. I can't have died....I'm too young to die!" She thought to herself. At that the booming voice of McDonnell filled her senses.

"You see how easily I could have destroyed you, woman? You were no match for the snake - if I'd left you in it's clutches a few more seconds you would be dead now."

"Dead in here, McDonnell." Becca tried to correct him.

"Ah, but if I kill you in here, you die in real life also, Flaxen. You see, the body cannot survive without it's psyche, it's mind. Dying in her will crush your mind and your spirit will fizzle out just as though you'd passed away in your sleep."

"So why didn't you finish me off with your little pet back there?" Becca enquired.

"Because, young woman," His voice turned suddenly dark and sinister. "I told you I was going to torment you and prolong your peril. I will not finish you just yet, I want you to experience total and utter terror and helplessness at the hands of the greatest scientific genius the world has ever known! When it is time, you will beg me to end it for you."

Becca struggled to hold back tears of anger, frustration, and fear. She had never felt so doomed. Alone, with nobody aware of her whereabouts, with no way to get herself out of the V.R. environment and out of the chair in McDonnell's V.R. room. She was utterly at his mercy.

"Please...." She whispered to him. "...Why are you doing this to me? What have I done to make you hate me so much that you would want to torture me to death like this?"

There was no reply. Instead, she felt her body being whisked off again. She fought with her mind to try and stand her ground, but his ability to manipulate everything in this environment was far superior to hers. She screamed as she was torn from one plane of existance to another, sucked from the site of one perilous trap tp who knows what evil, despicable terror.

"NNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!" Rebecca Evans pleaded to her captor as she hurtled through cyberspace towards her final and most deadly encounter yet.......

The Final Chapter!

Becca cried out in fear. The sheer volume of terror which had coursed through her delicious body was more than any normal woman could withstand, yet somehow she was still alive. Terrified, but alive. McDonnell had managed to trap her in a way so inescapable that it frustrated her to the point of tears.

Now she was being whisked off to the final trap she would ever face - his piece de resistence. The costumed heroine (and many a man's wet dream) plummetted to 'earth' and landed with a sickening thud inside a dark, dank concrete bunker. As Becca stood to her feet, she realised the walls were far too high to get out of, made worse by the sheerness of their surface - nothing at all to grip on to. Becca surveyed the bunker cell. At the moment she was alone...but all that was set to change.

"Well, Flaxen, we come to what is going to be the end of you..." McDonnell's voice split the darkness, startling the already very concerned young woman.

"What are you going to do to me in here, you madman?" Becca's frustration and fear was plain to see. McDonnell laughed

"This, Becca, is where I test out my over-active imagination. I create in this 'void'. This cell is where I devised and designed a super-powered version of myself. It is I who shall have the pleasure of finally destroying you, not a made up python or a moving wall - I will be cerebrally linked to my digital self and will experience first hand what it feels like to squeeze, crush, strangle and..." McDonnell's digital self suddenly appeared in front of Becca. "...Screw you to death..." He let his words register with the sexy female just long enough to see the expression on her face change to utter terror. Becca began to shrink back from him - in here, McDonnell was about seven feet tall, and not a character she would want to be mixing it up with.

Suddenly, McDonnell lunged at her and in the flicker of an eye, the buxom beauty finds herself flat on her back, pinned to the floor by the hulking psychotic. His body weight alone causing her problems breathing.

"I can remove that costume of yours any second just by thinking about it, you hot bitch." McDonnell's mood was becoming very dangerous, and Becca could see the insatiable lust building up inside him as he leered longingly at her heaving bosoms. She could feel his excitement as he pressed himself against her. This would indeed be a fate worse than death!

From out of nowhere, McDonnell produced a silk scarf and hurriedly wrapped it around Becca's slender neck. Her hands rushed to stop him, but she was too late and he stared down at her with a truly nasty smile.

"Now, Flaxen, I'm going to do you good! 'Death by sex'!" He tugged on the scarf and it slid mercilessly tight around her throat. Becca gasped, her moist, sweet breath filling his sense of smell.

Becca would have rather been crushed by the snake. His hot, heavy body throbbed convulsively against her - he still hadn't undressed her, but she didn't think the skimpy lycra separating them would make much difference anyhow. He pressed against her threatening to impale her at any moment, yanking tighter on the scarf, watching the perspiring, gasping, wide-eyed and helpless heroine slowly turning blue. He laughed.

"This is the end, Flaxen...goodbye!" He yanked with all his might on the scarf and Becca screamed at the top of her lungs. The movement was so sudden that Flaxen's reaction to it was equally sudden and intuitive - she kneed McDonnell wholeheartedly in the balls. It was a second or two before Flaxen realised that the grip on the scarf had noticeably slackened. Looking down, she saw a red faced McDonnell resting on her breasts, gasping from her sudden connection with his testacles.

Rebecca had no time to think. She had to act, to do something, anything to capitalise on this merciful turn of events. As McDonnell's weary head lifted up, she butted him in the nose. She heard it crack as the blood poured down his face and watched as his eyes filled with water. Out from under him, Becca kicked, punched and elbowed him for all she was worth, damaging him quite considerably for his size.

Becca noticed him grabbing for something in his pocket and raced at him before he could activate what ever it was.

"Give me that back, you bitch!" He barked. Becca had noticed that somewhere along the line, he had shown himself to have less control over her and her fate. Could it be that in being in here himself he had less power? Had he relied on the hope that the prevoius traps had crushed Flaxen's spirit? Becca looked at the weird device in her hand and pointed it menacingly at McDonnell.

"What is this thing? What does it do?" Becca shouted angrily at him. He seemed very nervous.

"Be careful with that, it can get you and I out of here...it can also blow our brains out and kill us." McDonnell whimpered.

Becca looked at the device. The controls looked relatively straightforward. She turned back to McDonnell who was still cowering on the floor, nursing his broken nose.

"You were going to kill me - rape me to death - weren't you?" Her voice was calmer now than it had been ever since the whole nightmare began. There was now more than a hint of menace coming from Flaxen. "You tortured me, almost impaled me and squashed me in a shrinking room. You threatened to crush me with a killer python against a fallen tree. Then you get all horny on me and try to screw me to death. Tell me, McDonnell....should I forgive you?"

McDonnell was no longer the seven footer he first appeared as - he had visibly shrunk and was a whimpering wreck.

"Please, Androidus will kill me if he finds out I didn't waste you!"

"Androidus......" Suddenly everything became clear. This little ego-maniac wasn't doing this by himself after all. His projects no doubt had been funded by Becca's nemesis with the express purpose of dooming Flaxen. He was one of Androidus' minions who got too power hungry and when it came to it tried to get some extra 'fun' out of the deal by trying to seduce Becca...to death. She had been lucky he had been a horny little shit, if he'd left her a few more seconds in the coils of the python....

"Androidus is the least of your worries just now, McDonnell, because you see...." Becca turned the device on herself and pressed the button. "..I am not in a very forgiving frame of mind today." With that she disappeared from McDonnell's view.

Back in the lab, Becca came to and immediately untangled herself from the mass of sensors and wires she had been hooked up to. climbing out of the chair, she walked around to the computer console and saw McDonnell sat there, his face motionless.
On screen, his digital alter ego was sitting in an equally motionless state. Becca attached some of the sensors to his head to find there was no activity. The shock of the last few minutes had left him a vegetable in both the real and the virtual.

Becca stood up, took in a long breath of air and exhaled slowly. She leant over the computer and typed in a short message. Grabbing her coat from the back of the door, she turned to look back at the 'VirtuaCom' death trap room and she sighed. 'How many more of these will I face before Androidus finally finishes me for good..?' She carefully opened the door and sneaked down the corridor. It was night time and there was only a skeleton staff on. Most of whom wouldn't have any idea who she was anyway - McDonnell was really the only one to have had dealings with her apart from his oblivious secretary.

Out in the car lot Becca got into her car and was about to start her engine when she saw a limousine pull in. Sinking low into her seat she watched as an all too familiar looking tall man emerged from the back, flanked by two aides with guns. Becca watched as the all entered the building, then she started the engine and drove home.
 

The door to the V.R. room sprung open and Androidus stood, filling the doorway. The sight he was met with was not the one he'd expected. There was no Flaxen. He made his way around to the console where he found a lifeless McDonnell. Enraged, he pulled McDonnell out of his chair and watched him collapse like a sack of potatoes to the ground.

"Damn fool!" Androidus said to the corpse, then he turned to the console and found Becca's message:

BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME, ANDROIDUS: FLAXEN

Androidus grinned. He respected his adversary. He even found himself aroused by her from time to time, not that he would ever give in to that - his desire to see her killed far outweighed any fleeting feelings of lust her incredibly well put together body may throw at him.

"Enjoy your escape while you can, Flaxen...next time I will have better luck!"

TO BE CONTNUED

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