Chips Of The Same Block

 Pilar was once again bound and totally dominated in their mutual fantasy world. 
Where the two now had progressed even further into total dominance and obedience.
Pilar's persona vanished as soon as the Mistress entered the dungeon, and she
became no more than a thing. Merely a set of responses, riding the wave of subspace. 
This was partly a defense mechanism to deal with the horrifying assault on her body
and mind, also from the conditioning enforced on her, with Moira's constant demand
that she be docile and unresisting.

 Pilar's resentment for humiliation and modification had been overcome by her need
for attention and human contact.

 Pilar had now become an absolute human anomaly that could endure even severe
torture in silence with only occasional tears and quiet choked-back sobs.

Now and then she'd still pull away from the whip or the instruments of torture.
Her attempts at resistance were always short-lived, owing to her Mistress's addition
of a dog training device to the collar. When Pilar became too much to handle, all it
she needed to do was to press a button on the remote, and Pilar would freeze from
electrical shocks running trough her neck. 

She had received long series of such shocks when she had panicked and trying to
prevent Moira from locking her into the box again, but the current had been turned up
and Pilar had capitulated and allowed herself to be strapped in.

  Moira gloated as she sat hunched right outside the box. “This slave body belong to me.” 
She said while she used her long fingernails to poke into Pilar's extended breast.
“Remember that from now on, that your tiny brain is in there and follow this is more or
less an accident. I hope you hate every moment of it!”

 Snot was pouring out of Pilar's nose and her vision dim from tears. She was slobbering
in pain and fright, bruised and beaten, but she felt fulfilled from being so completely
miserable and controlled.

 Their time in simulation had come to an end when one of the alarms began to flash with
sound and a blinking light in the corner of her vision. It had only been a week since their
last meeting, but their time had run out, and she had other matters to attend to.

 When she piled out of the net induced illusion, she was slightly surprised to find she was
munching on a snack.
The intense activity must have used up so much energy that her brain had been in need
of more energy, and her implants have guided her limbs to add something to eat.
Pilar pulled the cable out of the socket, removed her brain stimulation cap and took a
deep breath.

 In previous times, a lot of various equipment had been in use to access the infosphere.
The view screens of the early days had been replaced by VR sets and glasses, later on
3-dimensional displays had been used to stage games and interactive documentaries in
the center of a room.
 All such have long since been sent to the historical junkyard, all that was needed in this
age was the contact in the back of the neck.

So when Pilar made a connection, she was in a perfectly ordinary room,  access to news
and messages did not even need a viewscreen, she would use a remote dongle and walk
around anywhere and perform any task.
 To experience a shared reality like the one Pilar and Moira participated in, an induction
net on the head added full body immersion. It would crudely stimulate various parts of
the brain, but more specifically access the net of conductors and implants she had in her
head.

The AI computer would in fact take over her body and perform routine tasks and work,
now and then also do a workout - she would not feel or experience that in any which way
as balance and tactile sense was turned off.

 The session had been truly gruesome, but also extremely stimulating. Pilar was horny in
the extreme, even though the vulva had been massaged at all time trough their simulation.
Her mind was still screaming for more. 
It was unusual to meet someone so sadistic, but it were also wonderful!
She knew she would never meet Moira face to face, she were after all from a world in a
solar system hundreds of light years away in space.

 Though the immersion had ended, the voice channel had been left active so Pilar said:
“Thank you for another wonderful time.”

  The reply came with a slight lag: “I regret that we were unable to continue. But thank you
for your time as well.

 It was extremely stimulating. As you might have noted I sent the whole session as a script
for you to play out with, removing any lag, while I in turn watched your reactions as they
played out.”

   “It certainly was lag free.” Said Pilar, smiled and continued: “Since we finally have gotten
to talk about ourselves, I wonder if you would tell me your real name?”

 “Oh my old name actually was Moira, the jellyfish I inhabit don’t have a name as such.”

 “You don't use a name?” replied Pilar surprised. 

 “Not often but In a way I do, I certainly have a call sign, to identify us to each other, telling
other manned jellyfish there's a rider we can use a natural method to send a signal to avoid
being eaten.'”  
Moira fell silent for a moment.
“In my case it's a spiral, three dots, and something that look like a hook. That is the way I
present myself with the phosphoresce on my body.”

  Pilar had to quickly look up the term phosphoresce and found it to be biological light.
“So you talk with light, you don't have any ears then?”

 “No we do not have any means of hearing, the roar of the atmosphere would make us all
but deaf in an instant. The sound bangs from the meteor bombardment would take care of
the rest. So we communicate with light symbols.”

 “So different but you still view yourself as human. Well I guess...”
Pilar's voice trailed of in uncertainty.

 “Of course I am, in my mind it is only a form of sign language. And one day, when this
planetary system have calmed down, we will live our lives in ordinary human bodies again.”
 “Your descendants you mean, or do you suggest that you could live forever in that body?”

  “No you're right, if I am lucky and no accident happen I might live for hundreds of years.”
“But even though we have enhanced our new bodies for longevity it is one hazardous
environment there's no place to hide from danger.”
“And my original human body will eventually also run its cause to the end.”

 “Why not freeze it completely to gain extra time then?” asked Pilar. 

  “That’s impossible!” Exclaimed Moira. “Ok I will be patient and explain things you
possibly cannot know since such details about our lives not are shared on the infosphere.”

  “There’s low level radioactivity in the bedrock of the asteroid moon.”
“This is after all a newly formed system. Plus some isotopes also in my body, which need
to repair such, the damage will accumulate if I get completely frozen down, so eventually
no revival will be possible.”

Pilar accessed the information on damage from low level radioactivity, for a time span of a
few hundred years such would build up to the same level as if the body had been placed in
the core of a nuclear reactor.

 “You're right.” she admitted and continued: “Spacers in our system freeze themselves
when they’re going to the belt for mining. But that’s only for a short time, and as much as
to avoid boredom as body damage from zero gravity.”

Pilar noted that Moira was silent and assumes she was not interested so she added: “But we
digress again. This was another wonderful session. I really wish we could meet in person.”

  “So you would like to step into one of the fancy spaceships your people got, and fly here?” 
Asked Moira with a mocking voice.

 Pilar knew that Moira was joking, and replied accordingly: “Yes if I could I'd step the pedal
to the metal until the antimatter drive glowed like a star and hit lightspeed, then lasso your
sun with a magnet sail on arrival for a full screeching break.”

“Then I'll exit the spaceship, jump down with a parachute to your level and say:
“Oh please big cruel jellyfish don’t eat me!
“But you'd still use all your tentacles to impregnate every orifice of my body and it will be great!” 

 “I certainly would molest your body in every which way, while holding you tight and helpless.”
Replied Moira. 

 “Sounds wonderful,” cooed Pilar. “Would it be possible to do this? I mean, create the situation
as a believable scenario?”

 “No, not very believable I am afraid, since it would not be survivable if done in the real world.”
”Though life here is carbon based, these cloud dwellers got a completely different biochemistry
that would cause anaphylactic shock from the stingers, and you would suffocate in mere
minutes since the planet have a reducing atmosphere.”

Moira thought for a moment and then suggested: 
 “But we could do a connection trough the network of course, I could find one of the creatures
that we eat for nourishment and have your mind implanted so you’ll ride it while I consume
you.” Moira waited a moment to hear Pilar's reply but when there was none she added;
“This way we could have a vore session.”

 Pilar was immediately revolted from this suggestion and crashed out from her submissive mode. 

 “No thank you Mistress, I do not wish to be involved when any living being is killed.”

Moira noted how Pilar's mood had changed and did something extremely unusual, she apologised.
“I am sorry you did not like the idea, but it was you who suggested to take part in life here.”

  “I think we just had our first culture clash, you’ve been living so long in that alien body that 
your mind have changed.”

 “I don’t think I have changed that much, but you’re right, even though I don’t eat often. I have
taken thousands of lives.”

Pilar nodded to herself, confirming her suspicion as she replied: “Yes and how absurd it might
sound, it is that predator trait in you that have attracted me so much. Even though I now know
you live so many lightyears away.”
“You really have treated me as prey. Doing exactly as you wished. Using me as a sex toy,
treated me as one inferior being and a thing. It have been a masochist dream come true!”

 “Ok I yield to that idea!” Said Moira and laughed quietly over Pilar’s ranting enthusiasm.
“A predator I am, and you’re nothing but my prey.”

  “I will relish that thought while we live our lives in separation.” Said Pilar and thanked Moira
again for the session before she disconnected.

 Pilar stood up, feeling a burn in her buttocks and thighs, and wondering, “Did I really sit for
so long without the program moved my body around to avoid any built-up irritation?”
She called up full length reflective surfaces front and rear and drew down her pants to
investigate the source of her discomfort.
Her eyes widened as she noticed crisscrossed whipmarks on her seat and loins.

Pilar's sense of reality crumbles as she see exactly the same scars and welts she remember
from the recent events in the immersion.
“How is this possible, this cannot be real!”

 Pilar sits down again, her mind spinning.