Holocade: A Mind Forever Whoring (sample)

Summary: Jane is trying to figure out what to wear on a date and nothing in her wardrobe will do. She hasn’t got enough money to buy a new outfit, but an advertisement for selling a copy of her mind and body to a holocade offers the chance to get enough to really impress her date.

Will she go through with it? What’s it like being measured and copied? If she does sell her copy, what will it be like for the AI that exists, potentially forever, to serve men as a toy in a holocade?

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While the DJs on the radio chattered in the background, Jane pushed the clothes in her closet back and forth, trying to find something fun and sexy to wear on her date. She wanted to impress Tyler and nothing in her closet looked impressive. Despite her small waist, luscious brown hair, round ass, perky tits, and toned body, she didn’t underestimate the value of a great outfit.

“Ugh! How am I supposed to get him to fuck my brains out when all I’ve got is this crap!” she shouted while grabbing an armload of clothes and tossing them to the corner of her bedroom.

She knelt down and pawed through the floor of her closet, tossing shoes and boots behind her.

“I don’t have enough in the bank to get a new outfit and payday is three days away!” she said.

She stood up, turned, threw a stiletto at the wall where it stuck, and plopped down on her bed where she frowned at the ceiling.

“If I could just get a little money right now, I’d have Tyler wrapped around my little finger tonight and I’d be wrapped around his co-”

“Looking for a little extra cash?” a commercial on the radio asked. “You can get cash right now. All you have to do is visit Bill’s Holocade and sign up to have a copy of your mind and a digital version of your body stored on the Holocade machines! Get the cash you need today and all it costs you is a couple hours!”

“Holocades? I’ve heard of those. I don’t know though. Leaving a copy of myself for guys to fuck for a few quarters whenever they want… seems a little sketchy… but I do need the money,” she thought.

“Not only did I get some cash, but now it’s almost like I’m famous!” a girl supposedly being interviewed chirped on the radio. “I mean, guys from all over come to play with my copy in the Holocade! It’s great!”

“Oh! I’m so happy that random guys get to fuck a copy of my body and brain all day,” Jane mocked. “As if!”

She curled up on her side and stared at the posters on her wall, letting her thoughts come and go for a while.

“Well, Cindy said she did the holocade thing and it was easy money… Maybe it’s not so bad,” she thought, remembering a conversation she’d had with her best friend a week before. “She even said she’d gone around to a few different holocades the same day to make more money…”

Jane sat up on the bed and twirled a lock of her brown hair around one of her fingers while staring into the mirror across the room. The commercial for Bill’s Holocade played on the radio again.

“Really? Are you going to advertise that every ten minutes?” she thought, though she found herself jotting down the phone number and address anyway.

“I can’t believe I’m really going through with this,” was the thought she had during the phone call, the drive to the holocade, and even while she was stripping and getting into the 3d scanner room.

She looked around at the glass walls, ceiling, and even the floor. Behind the thick glass, there were cameras, laser heads, and what looked like random gears to her.

“Just relax and stand naturally. We’ll have you lift your arms and spread your legs after the first scan, then we’ll take a few more measurements. After that, it’ll just be a few minutes in the PsyCopy chair,” the technician said over the intercom.

A moment later, the room was filled with the sounds of whirring gears, rolling belts, and a loud buzz. Lights and small pinprick lasers flashed and slid over her naked body, leaving her blinking and staring at staring blue and green lines.

“First scan complete,” the technician said. “Please stand with your legs as far apart as you comfortably can and lift your arms above your head.”

She did as she was told and another round of sounds an lights followed. After a few more positions and poses, she was instructed to exit through a door to her left. Inside was a small, stainless steel table surrounded by instrumentation that looked a lot like dildos and butt-plugs to her.

The technician, she thought his name was Joe, walked in through the other door and waved at the table.

“Just hop up there and we’ll take the last few measurements.”

The cold, sterile metal of the table chilled her from her firm ass, all the way to the top of her head. She winced, then leaned back, wondering what the last few measurements would entail, though the instruments around her gave her a solid clue. She put her feet into the stirrups and waited for Joe to begin the final measurements.

Joe pulled a bottle of lube out of a drawer and slicked it over the two devices positioned between her legs. After he had them positioned in front of her wet pussy and puckered asshole, just barely pressed against each, he moved to the one above her head. After pushing her head back and pushing the tip of it just inside her mouth, he walked away to the control panel near the wall.

The three phallic tools thrust into her body all at once, filling her ass, cunt, and throat with what felt like hard, plastic cock. She screamed into the one in her mouth, but her voice was muffled. Each of the tools began to pulse, both with changing width and with bright blue lights. It took her a moment to realize the one in her mouth and throat was hollow with holes at both ends, allowing her to breathe, barely.

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