College freshman Priscylla Pizzell awakens to find herself transported to a surreal world that bears a striking resemblance to the low-resolution playfields of classic video games. Briefly scanning the environment, Priscylla is dismayed to discover that she is trapped in a blocky 8-bit equivalent of a bedroom. Searching around, she finds only one normal looking object in the room, a short rectangular wand coated in a latex sleeve, with a button layout reminiscent of a gamepad. The device seems oddly familiar to Priscylla, though she's definitely not the tech-savvy type. Maybe she's seen one of these things before… at a party, maybe?
Convinced that object is a sort of remote control, she lifts it from the pixilated furniture, and after a moment of hesitation, tries pressing the button labeled "power". Within the wand, a small motor whirs to life, causing it to jiggle in her hand. The motor revs up but then sputters and stops. From a small speaker hidden within the controller's plastic chassis, a tiny voice calls out to Priscylla. The sad little voice tells Priscylla that its motor has seized up, and it pleads for her to help it somehow.
Though bewildered by her bizarre predicament, Priscylla makes her best effort to aid the pathetic controller-shaped creature. She conducts an exhaustive search of the room. Unable to find anything useful among the pixilated props, Priscylla instead attempts an inventive solution to aid the controller. Using her saliva as machine lubricant, she hesitantly dribbles a sticky trickle into the controller's plastic housing. The little wand coos with adoration, "That'll work!"
Encouraged, Priscylla drenches the controller while using her hands to massage the lubricant deep into its crevices. The appreciative controller quivers under Priscylla's vigorous caress, and before long, the saliva soaked motor slowly throbs to life.
The wand grunts and groans, laboring over every torque of its mechanical innards. With Priscylla's help, the controller's motor spins faster and faster, causing flecks of saliva to fly off its vibrating plastic hide.
Finding her shirt drenched with greasy juices, Priscylla attempts to pull it off, all the while fighting to hang onto the lively controller. As the controller's motor whines to ever-higher RPMs, it surges in her hand, forcing her to abandon her task. Grasping the controller firmly in both hands, Priscylla feels the device warming from its internal kinesis.
Staring down at the phallic wand, Priscylla realizes that it isn't just heating up--it's actually blushing red! Just then, the motor begins to hiccup. Suddenly from a black void at the tip of the controller, ribbons of thick ejaculate spurt forth, guilding Priscylla's bosom and filling her aghast mouth with steamy 'gaming goodness'. The controller lets out a relived sigh as Priscylla tries to figure out what just happened.
