CHAPTER 6

The virtual mansion had transformed into Patricia's playground, a vast expanse dominated by carnal desires and hedonistic pursuits. Gargantuan in size and opulence, the mansion reflected Patricia's insatiable need for more, for power and control.

The grounds teemed with muscular men, glistening in the sun, scantily clad, each one more chiseled and tantalizing than the next. They laughed, flirted, and awaited Patricia's beck and call. Each one of them had been chosen by Patricia, a symbol of her authority and dominion over this reality.

She walked through her living fantasy, the queen of her domain. The men fawned over her, offering massages, drinks, or simply their company, anything to please her. But, Patricia, or rather, Jack in Patricia's guise, was never satisfied for long.

At the edge of this paradise, tucked away behind tall hedges and almost invisible, stood a small, decrepit dog house. The nameplate on it read: "Richard." It was here that Patricia kept the remnants of her husband, a sad, broken man who had once been the lord of this mansion.

Richard's simulated days were mostly spent in solitude, imprisoned in his tiny abode, with only his thoughts for company. He reminisced about the days gone by, when love and laughter echoed through the mansion, when Patricia was the loving wife who could please him like no other.

But those days were a distant memory now. Occasionally, Patricia would saunter over to the dog house, a wicked gleam in her eyes, to let Richard out for a short while. It was never for a moment of compassion but rather another opportunity to assert her dominance, to remind him of his fall from grace.

One such evening, after a particularly wild party, Patricia approached Richard's cage with a cruel smirk.

"Come out," she ordered.

Richard hesitated for a moment but then slowly crawled out, his body aching from the confined space.

Patricia, surrounded by a few of her favorite men, said, "Clean me up. And be thorough."

Richard's heart clenched in humiliation. But he had no choice. He did as he was told, trying to shut out the mocking laughter and jeers from the men around, as he licked her cum drenched vagina. 

After he was done and swallowed, Patricia nonchalantly waved him off. "Back to your hole."

But as the days turned into nights and the nights into days, even this world of endless pleasure wasn't enough for Patricia. Jack needed more. The void within him seemed to grow, an unending chasm of desire and longing, like an addict chasing the dragon.

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One evening, while browsing through the VR interface on a floating virtual tablet, she found a folder labeled 'Sub Characters'. It was adjacent to the Patricia v2 program she was so familiar with. 

"What's this?" She said to herself, kicking off the three men who sucked on her fingers and toes. 

As her slender finger hovered over the folder, she felt a twinge of excitement, her virtual heart rate quickening. Opening it, she was presented with an array of character files, but one name immediately caught her eye: Sarah.

There was a spark of recognition. "Sarah? As in... my Sarah?" Patricia mused. Jack's memories of the real Sarah, the stringent supervisor with the cold demeanor and a boring fashion sense, flashed before her. His recent encounters with Sarah had been anything but pleasant. She had been questioning him, pestering him, almost becoming an... adversary?

An unexpected rush of arousal coursed through Patricia's body at the prospect of having the once-formidable Sarah in a space where she had total control. Jack's conscience tried to reign in the excitement, reminding him of the morality of the situation, but Patricia's simulation-fed dopamine countered, bolstering the cruel possibilities.

Images of Sarah in compromising, submissive scenarios filled his mind. Jack imagined the cutting remarks Patricia could throw, the dominance she could exert. With each malicious thought, Patricia's virtual body was flooded with pleasure, making it harder for Jack to remember the line between right and wrong.

One of the men attending to Patricia noticed the far-off look in her eyes. "Is there something troubling you, my queen?" he asked, genuine concern in his voice.

Patricia looked at him, a sly smile playing on her lips. "Just thinking about an old... friend," she replied cryptically.

The virtual men around her exchanged glances but didn't question her further. They were, after all, mere constructs, designed to obey and please.

She found herself in a battle of morality and desire. Jack's memories of Sarah, her incessant interventions, her continuous nagging supported Patricia's need to exert dominance over the Sarah avatar. It would be so easy. Yet, another part of Jack's mind questioned the implications of doing so.

The room's ambiance began to change. The men sensed Patricia's internal conflict and paused, watching her with a mix of reverence and confusion. Their queen, usually so assured, seemed to be battling an unseen foe.

The virtual tablet was still open, and Patricia's finger hovered over the 'load' button next to Sarah's avatar. The decision was monumental. He knew it was wrong, that it was crossing a line even in this simulated world. But the allure was too strong. The rush of dopamine, the thrill of dominance, was intoxicating.

With a wicked smile, Patricia finally whispered to herself, "It's just a simulation after all." And with a resolute tap, she loaded the Sarah character.

A swirl of shapes and colors swarmed about the foot of the bed, until they collapsed into the physical representation of Sarah, her head bowed. Sarah looked up, her brow furrowed as she took in the lavish surroundings. Upon seeing Patricia, she hesitated, clearly struggling to make sense of her environment. "Jack? Is that you?" she inquired, her voice filled with bewilderment.

Patrica stood up and tilted her head, "Jack? Do I look like a Jack?" She held her hands close to her breasts, framing her huge, perfect breasts.

"Jack, what are you doing here?" Sarah continued.

Patricia smirked, her crimson lips curling in amusement. "Interesting. You can see through my digital form. Let's fix that." Quickly, Patricia adjusted the programming, causing Sarah's perception to shift dramatically.

Sarah's eyes widened momentarily, with a hint of confusion flashing. She tried speaking. "J... J... J... Pa... Patricia?"

Patricia laughed, a cruel and lilting sound. "That's right, Sarah. Although I'm not the Patricia you'd remember. I'm so much better."

Sarah looked at Patricia with a mixture of fear and defiance. "You... you look like Patricia, the bully who tormented me. But you can no longer hurt me, Pa - "

"Shush!" Patricia circled Sarah, like a cat stalking its prey. "It's cute that you think you have a say in this world. You are so... bothersome, standing in the way of such fun." 

Sarah held her ground, trying to hide her fear. "I'm a strong, confident woman and -."

"Shut the fuck up, loser! Mmmm. Ha! You dumb bitch!" A shiver of pleasure coursed through Patricia. Her cruelty was not just emotionally gratifying but also sensationally rewarding.

"You know, Sarah, it's a delightful paradox," Patricia purred, her voice oozing with malice. "Your defiance, your little protests—they just make this all the more enjoyable for me."

Sarah's eyes flashed with anger, but her voice remained steady as he started to shout. But Patricia, lost in her newfound sensations, barely heard Sarah's retort. With every mean word, every cruel jibe, her body responded more fervently. Her breath grew quicker, her fingers danced on her skin, and she reveled in the mounting pleasure, building and building.

Patricia caught the end of Sarah's rant, "... some kind of sick sadist? But you won't bring me down anymore!"

Patricia leaned in close, whispering in Sarah's ear. "You ain't seen nothing yet."

In a moment, Patricia flicked through a few of Sarah's personality settings, finding one labeled 'submissive', and slid the bar up to near maximum. Then she stepped back to observe her handywork. 

The simulated world wavered for a moment, responding to Patricia's will. The defiant fire in Sarah's eyes dimmed slightly, her once firm posture now more pliable. Patricia noted the change with satisfaction.

"Mmmmuch better," Patricia purred, enjoying the sensation of control she just wielded. "Do you feel different, Sarah?" She asked sarcastically.

Sarah looked up, her eyes no longer holding their former spark. "I... I don't know," she admitted weakly.

Patricia circled Sarah, her voice dripping with enmity. "You've always thought you were so smart, so strong. But in reality, you're just a pathetic, little bitch girl, yearning for approval. Waa waa!"

Sarah's lips quivered, but she fought to hold back her tears. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because it's fun," Patricia responded with a cruel smile. "Every time I break you down, it sends waves of... mmm... pleasure through me. Can't you see how much I'm enjoying this?" She continued, her voice breathless with arousal. Her body seemed to slowly slither, as her thighs rubbed together, and her hands kneaded her tits. 

Sarah lowered her head, trying to hide her face from Patricia's hypnotic body. "I won't let you defeat me," she murmured.

"Oh, but I already have," Patricia countered, relishing in the torment she was causing. "Tell me, Sarah slut, how does it feel knowing that you're completely powerless against me?"

With each cruel remark, Patricia felt a heady rush, pushing her deeper into a state of ecstasy. The more she belittled and degraded Sarah, the stronger the sensations became. She was touching her own moist pussy now, teasing her clit. Jack couldn't remember when that started, and didn't care.

"I'm not... powerless," Sarah replied, her voice soft. But even she seemed unsure of her words.

"Awwww. Yes you are." Patricia said, soaked in condescension. "Now..."

Patricia pointed to her perfect feet. "Kneel," she commanded.

Sarah hesitated for a moment, but then her knees buckled, and she slowly sank to the ground.

"That's it," Patricia cooed, "accept your place below me."

Sarah's shoulders shook as she tried to fight back her emotions. But her voice, when she finally spoke, was full of despair. "What do you want from me?"

"I want you to admit that you're nothing," Patricia hissed. "That you've always been nothing. An annoying little insect, always in the way."

Sarah's breath hitched, and she choked back a sob. "Please, stop..."

The desperate plea from Sarah made Patricia's body briefly spasm with pleasure. Each word, each cruel taunt thrown at Sarah, amplified a feeling inside Patricia's digital body that Jack had never before experienced. Everything before this was a sideshow to the feelings she was experiencing now. The sensation surged like an electric current, charging every virtual nerve, turning every cruel word into a potent hit of dopamine. The world around him seemed to blur and fade, leaving only the delicious high of power and dominance.

Every time Sarah flinched or her voice wavered, the euphoria inside Patricia intensified. It was like a symphony playing just for him—a cacophony of emotion that was as intoxicating as it was destructive. Jack was in heaven. He wanted to abandon everything and feel like this forever.

A fleeting thought crossed Jack's mind: Can I actually lose myself entirely in this? The boundaries between his reality and Patricia's personality seemed to be dissolving. Jack was on the precipice, looking down into an abyss of pure hedonistic desire. He was nearly overwhelmed by the seductive pull, the urge to abandon his former self and become Patricia completely.

But Patricia was relentless. "Say it, Sarah. Say that you're worthless." She licked her soaked fingers and went back to mashing her dripping pussy. 

For a long moment, there was silence. Then, Sarah whispered, "I'm... worthless."

The cruel victory was almost too much for Patricia, driving her to the edge of her senses. Immediately she started to cum, and squirt, and shake, and convulse. Without looking, she grabbed Sarah's head and jammed her face into her crotch. For a moment, everything else disappeared – there was only Patricia, Sarah's tongue, and the dizzying high of cruelty. Jack was losing himself, piece by piece, willingly getting consumed by Patricia's persona and the sensations she evoked. The room was alive, like a violent tornado of sound and pleasure, when suddenly...  the simulated environment glitched.

"What is going on here?!" A faceless voice shouted.

A shimmering form solidified in the virtual space next to the two women. It was another Sarah, the real Sarah. Her eyes, filled with fury, darted between Patricia and the kneeling form of her simulated self.

Caught off guard, Jack stepped back, stunned by the sudden intrusion. The room was thick with tension, and for a moment only the sound of breathing could be heard.