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WETWARE.TXT WETWARE by Marlissa If it hadn't been for the honk of the car behind him, Dr. Stein might have idled at the intersection all day, or so some might have said. He roused himself from his mental perambulations to see that, yes, the light was now green and yes, the old lady had crossed the busy street safely. You'd think I were sixty instead of twenty-seven, he chided himself. He tapped the accelerator much to the insistence of the truck behind him and drove through Central Square a little faster than he would have liked. Cambridge was always hectic in the morning and the MIT campus was already in the first throes of early morning classes. He parked the old Volvo and hurried to his office, eager to escape the chaos of the throngs of under grads, teaching assistants and Profs. Thank God I don't have to bother with all that, he thought gratefully. Call me whiz kid, use me to get bigger grants, whatever you want, he had told the Dean. Just don't make me teach some stupid course work. Let me continue my research in peace by myself. And the Dean had agreed, giving him a small if sufficient office in the farthest part of the old Research Annex. And why not he was the one of the top artificial intelligence researchers in academia. As he glided through the familiar pale green halls of the old research Annex, Ben Stein was already thinking about the problem he had been considering during his short commute. It was a difficult one to be sure, but those were the only kind he enjoyed. He had reached the point in his work where he could design a definitive neural net that could replicate very clear human behavioral patterns. The behavior tree had been branched to cover any possible permutation of actions yes, he had gotten that far. It had taken six months to do that. But when he tested the neural net on the Cray simulator, it had crashed. And despite every debugging routine he could think to run, even a couple he had written on the fly, the behavior replication program continued to crash, every time with the same message: SYSTEM ERROR ****HARDWARE INSUFFICIENT TO RUN APPLICATION He ground his teeth. Hardware. Damn. He had intuitively seen this coming weeks ago. At three in the morning he had finally surrendered to the inevitable. He would have to call his former mentor, Rudolph Fristch in the morning. And here he was, sitting at his desk staring at the phone, stubbornly thinking of anyone else he might call. Pushing the task off, he dialed into his voice mail. There was a message from the Dean requesting his presence at a cocktail party for the Regents, which the Dean knew he would ignore. Then a message from Amanda. "Ben, why haven't I heard from you?" The precise, word choppingvoice belied Amanda's physical appearance tall, dark andsvelte. And despite the oversized horn rims and tightly bunned hair, or perhaps because of them, the image was one of a veryattractive woman. He and Amanda Crossways often had coffee together it was probably the only social intercourse Ben allowed himself. "I want to continue that discussion we started over coffee in the faculty lounge remember? We were talking about the Genome Project. Anyway, I'll be in the office till nine, but will teaching all day. Talk to you. Bye. Oh and check the Globe Technology section. I think you'll find the item on your old friend interesting." Ben erased the message quickly. He vaguely liked Amanda she had a fine mind and had impressively fast tracked to tenure in the bio chem department at thirty two. And he liked her disciplined, driven personality though underneath he suspected an inner lack of confidence. But he just wasn't interested in her for anything other than a colleagial relationship. She was bright and pleasant, but he just didn't have time for anything other than his work. He had never been good at relationships. Now wasn't the time to start. He'd cool her off by ignoring the message. Curious, he pulled the Boston Globe out from under the pile of office mail. Flipping to the Technology section, he spotted the article Amanda had referred to. He couldn't help it. the headline read "Controversial Researcher Bridges Bio tech And Computers" As he read the meat of the story, he shook his head in disbelief. It was classic Fristch. "Dr. Fristch thinks various societal trends will lead to what he calls 'bio mechanics' a new field of study which will incorporate software, hardware, and bio technology. 'The era of Nature based biology will be over!' Dr. Frischt announces dramatically. Most of the academic community scoffs at Frischt's assertions. Dr. Amanda Crossway of MIT says that "Frischt is a genius but obviously his comments demonstrate why he was asked to leave MIT and why his nomination for a Nobel went nowhere. Regular Globe readers will remember Dr. Frischt resigned his post at MIT under questionable circumstances involving irregular research practices.' Ben snorted. They were questionable, all right. He remembered the incident vividly. He had been the one that reported it. Notthat Frischt knew that, since the call to the Provost's office was anonymous. And when everyone had sympathized that his mentor hadbeen forced out, he had merely nodded blankly. And when Fristchhad said good-bye, he had held his tongue. He merely wished hismentor the best, shook his hand and took his leave ostensiblybecause he was so upset about what had happened. In fact, taking the professor's hand had been the most difficult thing he had ever wanted to do. He had wanted to slap the man, knock him senseless for what he had perpetrated in his laboratory that fateful evening the evening Ben had returned to the office for his lab notes. He shuddered to think of it even now. Fristch hadn't seen him of course, but he had seen Fristch and what the maniac was doing to Heidi, the pretty blonde sophomore who was his part time work study assistant. No, he didn't want to call Fristch on this problem. But there wasn't anyone else. Fristch was the preeminent hardware expert in the field, a brilliant scientist who had been instrumental in making breakthrough after breakthrough the voice recognition reader, the development of the first patentable android, among others. That's what had driven Stein as a freshman to seek out the great man, then only forty five. Fristch had taken Stein under his wing and there was no doubt that the relationship had proven beneficial to the undergraduate. Fristch approved of the young man's drive and his ego was gratified to have such a dutiful understudy. Stein knew the man was an elitist who placed no value on anything but intellect and that had been Stein's ace. The hermit like researcher took a strong interest in the very promising student and the rest was history. Fristch's clout allowed his protege to skip dull course requirements and get right to work on the big things that the professor was working on. It had been right around graduation that Fristch had begun to take the path that would eventually lead him out of the university. Ben had noticed the growing pile of journal clippings on bio technology, then grown used to the cross references to how silicon might be linked to living tissue just theoretically of course. Then the growing morbidity of the experiments on frogs, then mice trying to link their sensory centers with synthetic materials to induce pain and pleasure. Then that evening, that hideous evening. Ben had known Heidi. He didn't think much about her one way or the other. She was a blandly pretty blonde from the Midwest with as much interest in bio chemistry as she had in the time of day. It was simply a way to make some easy work study money and assisting Dr. Frischt in his various experiments was light duty. But Ben suspected from her miniskirts and tight sweaters that her real interest lay in more physical activities than the mental safaris of Dr. Rudolph Fristch. Which was exactly why he was so surprised by her behavior changes. Till about midpoint in the second semester, Heidi had been herusual flirtatious self. Then she had grown withdrawn more andmore. He saw less of her and Dr. Fristch explained that she washelping him in the evenings on some "routine work nothing you'dbe interested in, Ben." It was that work that Ben had seen firsthand that night. It was just a short glimpse, but it had beenmore than enough to tell the quick witted Stein to realize what Fristch had been doing to the young woman. He had heard some grunting in the lab and grabbing his notes, he had poked his head into the lab. It was dark except for the instrument board lights and a monitor with an brainscan wavelength curving up and down continuously. But Ben could see Heidi clearly from where he was standing. She faced him, in fact, though she gave no indication that she saw him or anybody. Her face was a silent scream, blue eyes bulging and mouth agape. She wore only underwear, a spicy black lace brassiere and panty set, though the panties lay on the floor. Her hands were spread to support her in front, while her hips were thrust up, bent over the armrest of Fristch's desk chair. Her legs were spread wide, which was only necessary because Fristch was entering her from behind. That sight alone might not have prompted Ben's call the next day. Many students and faculty had affairs from time to time...nothing out of the ordinary in that. But Heidi's expression had conveyed something which frightened Ben. And as he looked closer, he grew even more afraid for the girl. Because Fristch's prick wasn't the only thing that was invading her. There were tubes stuck in her upper arms, feeding her with a greenish liquid. Then there were the wires on her temples running back to the monitor, keeping track of her awareness levels. As the scientist thrust into her from behind, the wavelength would spike sharply. "You'll be perfect when I'm done with you, Heidi. My perfect lab assistant trained to serve by day and give pleasure at night...or whenever I want it! The biochem balance is almost right and the chip implant is taking well! Uh, you're tight though! Stupid as a cow but tight! There!" He slammed up against her ass, his face white. "That dump of cum is for you, my pretty little slut!" Heidi took the offering in silence, her mouth still open, her eyes still glazed. But as the scientist withdrew from her, the bouncing wavelength on the monitor spiked dramatically, then flat lined. Heidi slumped, her silent scream degenerating into a cartoon clown smile. "Heidi? Heidi? Damn you!" Fristch slapped her ass hard, but the coed didn't move. "You're breathing, you stupid cow know that! Now get up your Master commands you! Remember your programming! GET UP! YOU HAVE TO OBEY!!!" Heidi acknowledged her self proclaimed master with a child likegiggle. It was a sound Ben never wanted to hear again a mad, nonsensical sound that denied sanity. As Fristch cursed himself, and busily dressed the insensible girl, Ben left quietly. And had made the call the next morning at 9:00 am. Fristch left quietly. Publicly it was said that he and MIT had parted over differences in research techniques, the implication that MIT was stifling the genius. He left to form his own consulting business for pharmaceutical, computer and industrial companies, though he remained local. Rumors abounded about Heidi, though nothing was ever confirmed. It was said that she had "suffered a shock" from one of Fristch's experimental devices involving chemical compounds and weird computer configurations. The well funded university paid the parents dearly and the poor girl was sent to recuperate in the Midwest, though in fact no change in her status was ever reported back. And that was who Ben was going to call for help. He felt guilt creep into his wrist as he dialed the number, then put the receiver down. No, he'd leave him an e mail through the Internet instead. Relief flooded him. He turned to the PC resting on his desktop. The machine was on it was always on and began typing in a message to Fristch. Dear Dr. Fristch, Hope you have been well. Read the article about you in the Globe today! Anyway, as you were always interested in the work I'm doing, I was wondering if you could help by reviewing my notes. As you know, I have been continuing my work in AI, which the university has allowed me to do without interference. However, I keep running into hardware requirement problems. I know this is an older area of interest for you, but I would surely appreciate any help you could offer. Please find the notes attached. I look forward to hearing from you soon. Dr. Ben Stein He sent the electronic epistle off into cyberspace without expectation. Their contact had been sporadic at best and he wasn't at all sure if Fristch would help him he just couldn't think of anyone else who could approach the man's genius. He shrugged the whole thing off and once again, began his day puzzling the complexities of his AI program. He was uncomfortably gratified to see the flashing screen indicating email when he got into the office the next day. He took off his coat and sat down in front of the computer. The first message was a message from the Dean, expressing polite disappointment with Stein's absence at the Regent's event. He deleted it without a second thought. And then: Message From Dr. Rudolph Fristch To Dr. Ben Stein He tapped the ENTER key and read the note that materialized: Ben, So nice to hear from you! I'm so pleased that you let me in on your fuzzy logic project. I've read the notes and think I can help you out in terms of your hardware problem. However, I will need your source code. Ben stopped reading. The source code was the sum product of the last five years of his working career and Fristch wanted it. But he had asked for Fristch's help, and he couldn't believe that Fristch would take the work and claim it for his own. Of course not all Ben would have to do is show all his notes to prove Fristch had stolen it. Besides, Fristch may have had questionable private ethics, but had always respected the work of colleagues. he would send the source code. BTW, did you see what that twit Amanda Crossways said about me in that article? I'm not surprised, but you should know that she's probably still bitter toward me. You see a few years ago she interviewed to be my lab assistant, but I turned her down. She just wasn't suitable. It would seem she is still upset about it. Ben grimaced. Suitable meant blonde, big tits, tight ass and stupid, right Doctor? And Amanda, while beautiful, was small breasted, brunette and exceedingly brilliant. Not your type at all Doctor. P.S. I know sending the source code will take a while, even with your 32 bis modem. Attached is an screen saver to run while you're uploading. Think you'll find it interesting. After I've received the code, give me a couple of days and I'll get back to you. We should have something to talk about by then." An eye shaped icon blinked underneath the e mail, with a "receipt request pending" prompt. The big red eye of "DREAM.EXE" stared at him from the 18" Super VGA active matrix screen. Fristch was losing it, to be sending him a screen saver, for goodness' sake. Then he remembered he hadn't answered Amanda's e mail of the day before. This message from Fristch reminded him of her comments in the Globe article. He accessed the university e mail system and began to type. "Got your mail can't do anything this week, but I'll call next week. BTW, liked your comment about Fristch funny, I spoke him today! Best, Ben" He clicked on the upload option in the menu and began transmitting the source code for his AI routines. The little eye on the screen remained. He wearily clicked on it, accepting the application. "Accept receipt generated" Fine,whatever. Then he saw the eye blink. Cool! He had never seen that before. He clicked on the icon and the screen dissolved. Many hued fractals began to take form and dance wildly across the huge screen. There has to be more than this, Ben thought. He reclined back into the desk chair, waiting for more. Fractal screen savers aren't setting the world on fire, Dr. Fristch, he thought in annoyance. How boring. So boring, he was falling asleep. As he dozed off, the source code flowed smoothly through the T2 phone line and the fractals continued their zip zings from edge to edge on the glowing screen On another computer screen and pointer crept over a dialog box button that said "Activate VidSeq #1". The button was pushed. A teenage girl, maybe sixteen? You couldn't see her face, so it was hard to tell. Her long blonde hair was tied into two tails with cute pink bows, which hung down her short sleeved yellow cotton dress. The tight pull of the dress promised that the girl would have a super figure when she fully matured. The slight swell of the breasts and the sweet curve of her behind was proof of that. And even the long white stockings and Mary Jane shining black shoes couldn't hide that she was on her way to turning many male heads. Her hands were folded behind her back and she stood before an adult, a man. The man was angry. Very angry. "So, did you show him your little pussy? Did you?" He grasped a black leather belt tightly in his red fists. "Yes Sir," she whined. "You little slut." There was no surprise in his deep gravely voice. "I knew it. You're nothing but a filthy little slut just like your mother. And you let him touch you, didn't you?" The girl's voice hesitated. "Y yes, Daddy." The man crossed his arms. "Go on. Tell me what you let him do with you tell me EXACTLY." The girl fidgeted. "He put his finger in me." "In what? Your little fuckhole, slut?" "Please, Daddy!" She was on the verge of tears now He laughed. "So you let your little boyfriend frig that tight little pussy of yours, huh? Did you get wet did you get hot when he fingered you?" She nodded, trembling. "What next Sissy? Did you take his dick in your mouth too? Did you let him fuck you? DON'T LIE TO ME!" he bellowed. She shook her head indignantly, looking up at him sniffling. "No, Daddy nothing like that! I swear! H e just touched me!" Again, the man laughed. "You think the word of a little bitch like you is worth anything?" He folded the thick black belt and snapped it, filling the room with a thunderous clap. "All right, Sissy, get your butt over my knee. It's time you learned what little sluts get when they disobey their Daddies." The girl began to cry, though she stifled her tears back as best as she could. Like a practiced move, she draped herself over the man's knee and pulled up her dress over her hips. The man caressed the pink cotton panties she wore, then viciously yanked them down, exposing the firm young moons. He lay the belt on top of them, then raised it, then let it fall with a loud crack! "That's for being a little tease and turning on your boyfriend!" Another painful crack of the belt. "That's for putting out like a common streetwalker!" Thwack three! The girl sobbed hysterically by now. "And that's for getting your Daddy hot with your tight little ass, Sissy!" He dropped the belt on the floor and let his fingers glide between the prone girl's legs. "I feel some hair down here. How long have you had that?" "Just a year, Daddy!" the girl answered ashamedly. "You're all slick down her, Sissy. You like getting punished? I bet your boyfriend liked your cute puss hair. Very nice on a natural blonde like you, Sissy. Bet when he finger fucked you, he just loved feeling your little muff rub against his knuckles, like THIS!" The man slipped his middle finger into the girl's tender orifice. She moaned. "If you're going to be giving it away, there's no reason your stepfather can't have some too, right slut?" "Y yes, Daddy!" she choked. The man relaxed as he continued to jab his finger in and out of'' the now slightly humping sixteen year old girl. "In fact, I'm going to make a new rule, Sissy. No more boyfriends for you unless and until I say. If you feel the need to put out, you'll do it for Daddy, understand?" She didn't answer, laying still and stunned with horror at the implications of this new rule. As the man continued to finger fuck his step daughter with one hand, he grasped her breast with the other. "You'll never be anything more than a piece of trash whore, you got that?" "Yes, Daddy!" she answered, tensing with orgasm. "You're a stupid little fucktoy, Sissy just like your mother!" As he continued to berate the heaving girl cruelly, she gasped again and again, wracked by orgasm. BLANK Ben woke up. He felt upset, disturbed. The light through the window was bright it was noon and he had slept through the morning! He looked up at the screen. The source code was taking forever to upload. The fractals were still doing their crazed salsa on the screen. He got up, stiff from the chair and rose to refresh the now stone cold cup of coffee. As he poured, there was a beep from the computer. He rushed back, hoping nothing had gone wrong with the data transmission. But there was no error message at all. In the screen corner was the screen saver icon. It blinked at him again with that evil red eye. Ben sat down, sipped the hot coffee and looked at the transmit bar. The blue bar continue to move from left to right. "33%" it read. What a waste of a day, he thought, as he watched the fractals again. In two minutes, he was zoned out. *************** "Activate VidSeq #2" *************** The blonde on stage was hot. Her long curly blonde hair was loose and big, her blue eyes both innocent and burning all at once. Her mouth was pouting, painted and red lipped full and as she danced on the stage before the raucous crowd of men, she pursed them continuously, giving mock kisses away by the dozens. Her body was healthy enough to draw the catcalls from the audience at every turn and twist. It had better be if she wanted to keep this job. It was a 34C 29 32 trim long legged figure stuffed into a tiny black lace push up bra and a matching pair of black lace thongs. She worked her body to the limit, knowing anextra pound in the wrong place meant demotion. And she hadworked so hard to advance from lap dancer to center stage star at Bernie's Bimbo Revue. "Gentlemen," the speakers announced in the murky smoke filled bar, "For your entertainment pleasure, I am pleased to present one of the hottest little babes in my stable of bimbos Sissy "Melts In Her Mouth, Not In Your Hands" The Slut!" She pranced out in her black high heels, putting an extra spin in her hips as she strut for the men. As the males of all ages laughed at her and even occasionally slipped a dollar in her tiny thong, she smiled widely and gratefully. She gave them all the same expression, the same feeling that Bernie had taught her. "Make 'em think they're all going to get lucky if they so much as give you a look, Sissy. Make 'em believe that you can't wait to get it on with them. That you'd love to put out for 'em. Then you'll get the big tips," Bernie had told her. And Bernie was so smart and nice, the way he looked out for her. She didn't have to put out any more than any of his other girls AND he even let her keep some of the tips. Who could beat that? Sometimes, Sissy left at closing with almost twenty dollars in her pocketbook! As she gave her on lookers a wide mouthed "aren't I just a naughty girl?" smile, she scanned the audience for Him. She had to be careful. Bernie didn't put up with any nonsense on stage. So she refocused on her admirers, and began to massage her big ripe breasts through the sheer wall of the brassiere's black lace cup. The under wiring gave her boobs an exaggerated lift and she just loved playing with them for her customers. A man hooked her a finger and she scampered over to him. He stuffed a grimy bill through the crotch of her panties, wedging the bill between her legs. She felt the greasy green bill against her smoothly shaved pussy underneath the little thong. She gave the man an "only for you" leer and slipped her finger underneath the panty, pretending to finger herself. The man smiled back, turned to his buddy and whispered something in his ear. Both men gave up short snide laughs as they looked at her. Sissy just smiled back innocently. There HE was! He had just sat down in one of the tables in the back. As usual he was wearing an expensive suit of immaculate tailoring. Probably worth more than most of these guys make in a week, she thought excitedly. She smiled, showing him her perfect white teeth, aiming the smile at him and he alone. He caught her eyes, a slight fire stirring behind those calm, observant eyes of his. The music was picking up tempo, which meant her act was almost over. She still had to strip off her bra, she thought in alarm! She slipped the shoulder straps off, one then the other, with silky shy care. At last the bra was ready to come off and she coyly unhooked the front snap. She closed her eyes and unhooked the snap, letting her full breasts bounce out. The men went wild. "Great tits baby!" "Check out the melons on this bitch!" "Shake 'em baby, shake 'em!" She complied with the command, lifting her arms and shaking thepair with all her might. As the music climaxed, she covered her chest with the discarded bra, meekly said 'thank you, sir" to each and every one of the men who had toss bills on the stage, and hurried off, just as the next girl took her place. Bernie was waiting for her. She obediently handed over all the crumpled bills. As Bernie counted them, he spoke to her. "Your boyfriend is at table 12. He wants you. Do what he says, but stay in the bar. If I catch you leaving with him, I'll tan your ass, Sissy. Got it?" Sissy nodded in glee. "Good. Then get your ass out there." "Bernie," she pouted, "may I put on something else first...please?" She didn't want to wear this for Him. He waved her off. "Whatever. Just make it hot and don't keep him waiting." She rushed back to the dressing room. Amid the bump and crush of the other dancers, she slipped off the slutty black bra and panty. She eagerly picked through the lingerie pile all the girls shared, fishing out a pretty pink pair of ruffled panties and a cute tight white bustiere. Then she kicked off her black heels and slipped into a less dramatic pair of three inch heeled pink pumps. Dashing herself with cheap perfume, she bravely strutted out to greet her favorite customer. He was such a gentleman, a doctor no less! So different from the other men at the club in the way he spoke to her, treated her. Not different in the way he expected her to act for him when it came to that, he was just like any other man! But what made Sissy feel so special was that when he could have had any other girl (or girls for that matter!) at the club, it was Sissy he asked for! It was so special, even romantic! And he would buy her from Bernie in between every act, so that he would have her lap dance just for him! She let him have any liberty he wanted to take with her in the club, once even crawling under the table to take him in her mouth! Bernie had demanded an extra twenty from him for that! she fantasized about him taking her away, and he promised to sometimes, after he had drunk a few cocktails. She loved nuzzling close to him in the dark of the grimy men's club, licking his earlobes as he felt her up. How wonderfully special she felt when he told her she was the hottest dancer there, that she had the biggest breasts, the tightest ass! She couldn't wait to see him. She put on her saddest, sexiest "I missed you!" smile and minced over to his table. He smiled, teeth flashing white in the dark. Daintily, she stepped up onto the table and began to table dance for him. And as she abandoned her inhibitions, shaking her hips and thrusting out her chest for his pleasure, she hoped once again that this time, maybe just maybe, if she was extra sexy, he would pay Bernie the hundred dollars. The hundred dollars that would give him the right to use her anyway he wanted in the special bedroom upstairs in the club. "Dance, little Sissy, dance for your sugar daddy," he commanded, and she did just that. ************************* It was dark outside when Ben awoke with a start. The old round wall clock's hands pointed to four o'clock. He had slept through most of the day! How? Was he ill? He ought to get to the campus clinic, get looked at right away. As he rose, he checked the computer screen. Programmer's habit, he shrugged. Good thing he checked too, because Fristch wasn't getting his transmission. ERROR WHILE DOWNLOADING TRY DOWNLOAD FROM PREVIOUS ERROR? He looked at the blue bar. It had stretched all the way to the 97% point. Almost done. He could wait the few minutes this would take, then get to the clinic. Ben wearily hit the enter key, hoping this would finish up this endless task. As he did, the screen went dark. Great! He hit the escape key, hoping to return to the application. But as he did, the color crazed fractals began their infinitely varying dance. ************************* "Activate VidSeq #3" The command was caught and recorded by the digital voice recognition box and obeyed by the computer, which initiated the last visual transmission. ************************* "There! I don't think we'll do that again, will we, Sissy?" heasked confidently. She had to stop shaking and respond. "N no, Sir! Never again!" She remained bent over, sobbing against the hard counter top, cheeks burning. "Ah, but that's what you said last time, didn't you? Why should I believe you now?" "I really, REALLY learned my lesson this time Sir, and I promise it won't happen again!" He rubbed her bare ass tenderly. "Of course. And what won't happen again? I want you to say it, so you understand just what a little strumpet you really are." She gulped. "I won't touch myself again, Sir." "It's more than touching. What won't you do again?" She had stopped crying and her words were contrite, ashamed. "I won't...finger myself again Sir." He patted her ass. "You know, as your master, I have every right to continue to punish you. Naughty maids like you NEED correction. But I feel kindly today, so I won't." She sighed. He could be kind at times. Not often but it happened. He continued to fondle her backside, running his palms over the wide smooth curves. "You MAY finger yourself, Sissy, IF you FIRST ask PERMISSION. Do you understand?" She shook her head dutifully, her long wavy blonde hair bouncing in quick agreement with this wise new rule. "Then repeat it, so I know you understand." She cleared her throat, then sweetly answered "I know that I may finger myself, but only when you give me permission, Sir." He patted her ass affectionately. "Good little slut. You have a tight ass, did you know that Sissy? Of course," he continued, "you knew that. That's why you're always shaking it to turn your boss on. Why even now you're turning me on." Sissy giggled. She rocked her hips from side to side, spreading her legs wider. Turning the Master on was better than anything else better than doing her household work, better than getting punished, better even than fingering herself. She felt herself wetten between the legs. Whenever the Master was ready, Sissy was ready to accommodate him. She heard him unzip his zipper, then his strong hands on her hips. He forced her forward, his cock tip rubbing against her steamy snatch. Sissy wriggled her hips, hoping to excite the long, thick visitor. She dropped her hand between her legs to spread the juice slicked lips of her smooth bare mound. Make it easy for him, she thought, as she offered the wet hole up for the Master's hard cock. But the Master had another target. Ignoring the hot wet pussy hole, the prick rubbed up against the tighter orifice of her nether hole. Sissy clenched her teeth as she felt the unstoppable penetration fill her from behind. It hurt so much, so much, so much! She felt her eyes tear under the harsh assault, but the Master wasn't in the least interested in her suffering. "Tight bitch! This is all you're good for, you know that? To be an open hole for me to use got that slut? GOT THAT??!!" "Yes Sir! Please, not so hard!" she begged. He sneered as he drove home even harder. "Keep your mouth shut, you stupid slut. You love it don't tell me you don't! You need this cock up that tight ass of yours every so often to remind you of your place! Ugh! So tight!" Sissy did need it and she knew that. She could get uppity and forget her station and that was bad. The cock was splitting her in two! There he goes again, she thought as her master rammed her tight hole with thick male member. It hurt, but it was a good hurt, she knew, a hurt that she was lucky to feel. Master could have chosen any girl to be his personal maid but he had picked Sissy. Being used this way was a small price to pay for the privilege of serving him. He was the most desirable, brilliant man in the world and she was just a floozy like he said all the time. Ow! His cock was sooo big in her now! "Tell me you're a slut, Sissy!" She quivered. "I'm a slut, Master!" "Who's slut, Sissy?" His hands were pulling on her breasts now, milking them fiercely as he continued to plug her ass. She was getting so close now. So close. He never failed to give her an orgasm, even when the sex hurt, when it was degrading like this. "I'm YOUR slut, Master!" "Then cum, you piece of trash. Cum for your Master! Cum!" And with that, he exploded in her ass, filling her with his bolt of man juice. She complied with his order, promptly heaving and gasping with an explosive orgasm of her own, shaking in the grip of his hands and shaking in spasms. Tears of joy fell from her face, even as she felt, in sublime depression, his limp cock leave her ass. He pushed off and out of her roughly. "Now, let's get that pretty maid mouth to work. Down on your knees, girlie." She wettened her lips and dropped to her fours. ******************** It was the ringing phone that brought Ben Stein back to consciousness. His eyes flashed over the clock. Six o'clock! he had spent the entire day at his desk sleeping! "Hullo?" he asked the receiver groggily. The monitor prompt read "Transmission Complete!" "Ben! I'm delighted I got you! I received the source code and have been evaluating it this afternoon!" It was Fristch. "Oh? Good, I'm glad." He shook off the wavy sleepiness. "It took a lot longer than I would have thought. Anyway, I'm eager to hear what you think of it once you've had a chance to review it." The crisp arrogant voice mocked him. "Review it? I've already done that and I think I have the solution." "Already?" Ben squelched the surprise in his voice he knew how gratifying it was to Fristch's ego. "Oh, well, then I suppose you know why the hardware can't keep up with the software speeds then, since you've reviewed it and all." He allowed a small tinge of sarcasm to color the comment. Fristch laughed good naturedly. "Most assuredly, my boy. Come over for a glass of wine and we'll go over it." Ben shrugged. The day was shot anyway and he could wrap this all up at once. "Fine. I'll be over in twenty minutes." ******************** Fristch handed him a glass of fine Merlot as soon as he had taken off his jacket. As always, the way Fristch found ecstasy in his discovery of knowledge was oddly seductive. It was what had always drawn him to the secretive academic, probably what attracted Amanda as well. Ben wanted to know what this man knew and he wanted to know without regard to pride. "So, Doctor, what have you discovered? What's the answer to the puzzle of why my neural net routine won't work?" Fristch shook a finger. "First I must tell you what I have discovered about the pieces of the puzzle before I put them together for you. You were close," he added admiringly, "very close. In fact your routine is flawless it can quite adequately simulate a human personality." He shrugged mischievously. "Although I did take the liberty of adding a few enhancements," his shoulders hunched in self congratulations," it is a basically sound program. It converts emotional stimuli into fuzzy logic patterns and could serve as a useful filter for working with any computer." "Could? It will!" exclaimed Stein, pleased with this positive pronouncement. Dr. Fristch nodded. "But the problem is that at higher levels of sophistication, your program can't work. That is why your tests show failure. It is a hardware problem, as you said." Stein slumped in the chair. He had spent all day to hear confirmed what he already knew. He put the half drunk glass of wine down and rose. "Thank you Doctor. I appreciate your efforts." The older researcher waved him down. "Please, have you that little faith in your old teacher? I have more much more to tell. Finish your wine and listen." Ben did so. The wine was good, as his woozy growing head could testify. "Now then, the hardware yes, it was impossible for current existing hardware to run the program. As you know, my studies have moved on from strictly silicon based investigation, though." "Your biology work, Doctor?" Ben asked curiously. Where was Fristch going with all this? The graying doctor frowned. "I have coined the phrase 'biomechanics' actually. You see, the body is nothing more than an amazingly intricate piece of hardware. Following it's design, one can create infinitely more interesting, more durable hardware." Ben nodded. "Are you talking about robotics?" "Not quite. Let me show you something. Can you stand? Ben rose to his feet. The wine was gone, but the dizziness was a reminder. No more drinking for a while. He must be getting a cold for alcohol to hit him this way. As he followed Fristch to an upstairs laboratory, the professor continued. "You see Ben, robotics can give you a wonderful replica of the human form, but it is much like a fourth generation photograph or copy it gives you the likeness, but not the texture, the feel of the original. That is where biomechanics comes in." The stairs were so steep. It took all Ben's energy to raise his foot from one to the other. But Fristch was patient, stopping with you at each step on the way to the closed door at the top of the landing. "Funny thing is that I thought originally it would be possible to do what you're doing in design theory. Implant a personality into a living brain using silicon based technology. Utterly a failure even if you hadn't stumbled into my lab that night, I doubt I would have continued that line of research at the University." Ben opened his mouth, but it was cotton dry. Fristch kindly answered the unarticulated question. "Oh, I know you gave the Dean the tip I had cameras to film my little experiment with that girl, Heidi? It has been so long. Anyway, I don't hold it against you too much. As I said the experiment wasn't working out. It was a stick mess to pull out all those implanted chips though!" He smiled in remembrance of that chore. "Anyway, the silicon theory was right, but the behavioral patterns weren't. that's where your work has proven such a boon! Are you feeling all right?" he stopped and asked solicitously. Ben started to stumble, but the older man caught him. He was surprisingly strong for an older man, Ben thought nonsensically. "Come on, my boy! You've yet to hear my solution! And you should, since it was your contribution that made it possible! You see, you wanted a software fuzzy logic program that would simulate human thought, but you found your hardware inadequate for the task. I wanted to create a perfectly programmable human being to assist me in my endeavors, but found my own software element insufficient. So you see?" Ben wanted to scream, but he couldn't. Fristch held him in what seemed an iron grip. They were standing outside the shut door. "Sorry about the tranquilizer. I think I may have dosed that wine with too much. Rather powerful you know they use it on the bigger lab specimens, like gorillas and the like. Anyway, the solution as I'm sure you've recognized is pure genius, is the obvious my biomechanical plus your programmable equals a first in the marriage of hardware and software." He opened the door What Ben saw on the table made him try to scream, try to burn his throat with anger and horror and outrage. "I call it wetware. You like? I know I will! Sweet dreams Ben." And the doctor's inoculation sent him into a dreamless dark from which Ben Stein never really ever awoke. ************************ He could feel the cold metal table underneath him. His head was still a clash of throbs and aches, but he was conscious. The bright examination light above made him blink. "Up at last I see!" It was the bright cheery voice of Dr. Fristch. Ben felt a jolt rush through him. Fristch! Madman! Something he had seen before being like this! He swung himself up unsteadily, but his arms brushed up against an impediment. He looked down. It was a large pink breast, complete with an inch long nipple, obviously aroused in the cold lab air. He was still clinically considering the misplaced breast when he realized it protruded lewdly from his own chest. He tried to yell, but a soprano shriek came out instead. He jumped off the table, instinctively covering his newly discovered pair of breasts. As he did, he felt a rush of the cold air between his legs and sensed something was wrong there too. There was. Where a male member should have hung, there was now the pink, blondish dewed cleft of a vagina! He looked up at Fristch in outrage! Fristch had given him a sex change operation! Fristch just smiled blandly at his creation. "How could you do this to me?" Stein demanded shrilly. He hated this new voice. He let fly with his small right hand, feeling the long nails bite softly into his palm. But Fristch caught the hand easily too easily. He gently forced the hand back to the naked breast from where it had come. That shouldn't have been that easy for him to do, Ben thought wildly. "You aren't as physically capable as you used to be you're weaker and more dainty, even for your size. Sorry, but I couldn't take the chance you'd disobey. I need to be able to enforce discipline without fear of retribution. You're even more sensitive to cold, touch, well...everything. That way, you'll be less likely to earn yourself a spanking or worse." He continued to examine the female body, then to prove his point, he reached out and pulled on one of the hidden nipples. Ben screeched, but couldn't pull the doctor's hands off. Finally, when the pain was white hot, he let go. "Amazing!" Friscth muttered. "Ah! Well, this has worked out well! Come, see your new self in the mirror!" he forcibly led Ben over to a mirror on the wall. Ben's eyes grew wide withutter disbelief. The reflection bore no resemblance to his former self. Theforced transformation was an amazing feat in itself. He could not guess at how Fristch had manipulated his body the way he had. Hours ago, he had been 5' 8", 165 pounds, brown eyed, dark complexioned with black trimmed hair. What looked back at him was a 5' 4" blonde with wavy shoulder length hair weighing no more than 110 pounds. Fristch had even handled the 'natural' blonde fur down below. The blonde's body was that of a nubile centerfold model Ben guessed that the reflection's measurements were 34C 28 36. The eyes were big, blue and doe like, the red full lips at sharp contrast with the pale creamy white skin. The nose was small and upturned, the chin sculpted and pointy. The girl was perhaps twenty at most, a young Kim Bassinger. There was no indication that the inhibitor of the body was male. "You won't get away with this," Ben sniped back. He hated how petulant and weak he sounded. "I'll get a surgeon to reverse this. If you could twist my body into this, there's someone who can turn it right again." Fristch shook his head. "No, you can't. Because I didn't do anything to your body. Why it's right over there!" He pointed to a lump underneath a tarp. "Take a last look I'm dumping it down the refuse chute. You know," his eyes twinkled evily," it isn't safe to keep medical waste around for long!" Ben ran to the lump, pulled back the tarp and shuddered. Sanity hung in the balance as Fristch explained in his patient, bored way. "Yes, that's you sort of." He heaved the body into the open fiery chute, pushing the frantic nude girl away. Ben cried as he watched the body fall deeper down the chute, till it finally disappeared into the furnace below. "Bye, bye Ben Stein." The scientist turned to the crouching, weeping girl. "Hello Sissy." The girl looked up, at once familiar with the name and confused by it. Fristch patted her soft hair. "I'll explain, cute stuff. You see, the hard part of the problem wasn't building the body I wanted. This one has been built for a while, ever since I mastered the essentials of biomechanics. Don't worry it's fully functioning human body, with full senses, in a state ofcomplete health. Underneath is a complex set of robotic motors,computers and optic connectors, but you won't ever feel like a machine. Even the hair will grow naturally. By the way, I want you to keep your pussy shaved. Anyway, except for being more sensitive, you're identical to a human girl of twenty four or so. Of course, building the body wouldn't accomplish what I wanted a being with emotions and thoughts. That's where you came in. As you discovered, which I did years ago, you can't build a software routine that will replicate human thinking. The hardware you were looking for exists in only one form the human brain. Thus wetware, as I mentioned earlier. But, there was still the problem of control. That's where your fuzzy logic came into play. You see, I need your emotions and thoughts, but I must form them into the shape I want. Like the parts that make up your artificial body, I had to fashion your thoughts, hopes, dreams, and feelings. So, I transmitted you memories of my creation memories that would give you the persona I desire. You received those memories while sending me your routine. Downloading your brain into the body was easy." Fristch might have been giving a symposium on the subject, so calm was he. Ben looked up. "What am I? And why did you call me Sissy?" Fristch smiled, lips thin as knives. "Because I want you to remember a part of you is male, even while you service me just like a two dollar whore. Because you betrayed me. That's why your name is 'Sissy', bitch. Because I think it's a good little private joke don't you?" "So I'm an android now?" Ben asked, head in both hands crying. "A cyborg technically, but let's call you my love doll that's the best descriptor I can think of." Ben looked up, steely eyed. "You can't make me! I'll resist! I'll escape when you're not looking! I won't make this easy for you!" Fristch chuckled, shaking his head. "Oh really?" He unzipped his trouser fly and pulled out his cock. "Come kiss, Sissy. Come on be a good little bitch and take my bone in your mouth!" He snapped his fingers. Ben felt his outrage dissolve into nothingness. He dropped to his knees and scampered forward, mouth open, tongue licking the lips to prepare them. A thrilling shudder told the captive brain that the body it now lived in was completely and slavishly aroused. Already there was a hungry wetness between those long smooth legs As he approached, his wavy blonde tresses hanging down in front of his eyes, the cock was withdrawn. Disappointment echoed inside. Looking up, the only thing seen was the mocking leer of the older scientist. "Poor Sissy!" He covered his bare chest and sat up. Numbly the blonde cocked her head and gave the Doctor a kittenish look, unable to express her disappointment in words. "You can't help it, Sissy. I've fitted you with a voice recognition device that is activated by certain intonations and words in my voice and only MY voice. You can't disobey. You may not like everything I do to you I hope not, how boring that would be. But you will do everything I tell you. That in conjunction with your memory implants. Let me show you, it will amaze you. Sissy," he cleared his throat, "where were you before I took you in?" Comprehension spread over her pale, pretty face. "I was a dancer." Fristch sneered at this. "What kind of dancer, Sissy?" She hesitated. "A table dancer, Sir," she admitted shamefully. "And before that?" "I uh, ran away from home, Sir." Her voice was small now. "Why?" Tears filled her eyes. "My stepfather was raping me." She covered her chest, shivering. "Because you were turning him on, right Sissy?" Fristch pushed. She shook her head helplessly. "I guess so, Sir." "So you deserved it, didn't you? Deserved to be treated like a hot little tramp, that is," he demanded severely. She sobbed, clutching her knees in a fetal position. "Yes, Sir, I did! I did deserve it! I DO deserve it! Oh, I'm so confused!" The older man patted her on her fluffy mane. "Poor child! Well, I guess you're a very lucky girl to find someone willing to take you in, aren't you?" Sissy nodded. She was ever so lucky, Ben thought. She could have wound up as a drug addict or a Prostitute. That's right, Sissy. I know just what's going onin that empty head of yours." He shrugged ironically. "After all, I put it there! So, you'll be a perfectly good little maid for me, won't you?" Sissy looked up. Ben's mind was a powerless spectator, a parallel observer of this spectacle. As Sissy nodded sweetly to her boss the Doctor, her nipples erect in the cold air of the lab, Ben felt a wave of nauseous shame roll over his pride. He had to ask why. Breaking through the layers of submissively programmed behavior was suprisingly easy. "Why?" The voice was Sissy's high pitched and Betty Boopish but the question was Ben's. The Doctor answered, not in the patronizing tone he had used earlier, but with stridency. "Because I can. Because there is no reason why a mind such as mine should be hampered by the foolish, time wasting search for bodily pleasure." His intelligent eyes darkened and narrowed. "No more experiments with pretty nitwits like Heidi. I have found my perfect companion built specifically to my requirements and needs." Fristch clamped his hand roughly on Sissy's breasts, pushing her small hands away. "This body is mine perfect and timeless. You won't grow old. These breasts won't sag, your vagina will remain tight as a drum as will your ass. No wrinkles will mar your pretty face. You'll feel every caress bring you to a higher state of ecstasy, every spank feel like ten. And your mind will remain sharp and practiced, because in addition to your maid's and other duties," he smiled widely, "you will serve as my lab assistant. Because Ben, you were my most promising student and I have need of a good mind to help me win my Nobel prize." The thought caused Sissy to gasp in horror. Fristch toyed with the nipple, never looking up. "Yes, I will win a Nobel with your help only my just reward. And you will serve as my private little whore when we're not working. If you haven't noticed already, your conscious mind is not affected it is the memories and emotions which I've harnessed your mind with. So you'll be the ideal companion for a middle aged scientist like me a blonde bimbo who loves to suck my cock in the morning and do differential equations in the afternoon! Hot, sensual flesh ruled by silicon and artificial logic. And I have you to thank for all of it Ben if it hadn't been for your work, I shouldn't be able to do any of this!" Sissy remained still as she/he considered this. Even so, Fristch's fondling was causing him/her to grow wet between the legs. Fristch yanked Sissy up. "Come, girl. It's time I acquainted you with your new lingerie collection. I've been looking forward to a private modeling show for some time. I'm sure your old dancing moves will be quite amusing when we get that firm, young biddy of yours into some of the skimpy little items I've bought for you!" Despite the enormity of everything that had happened, Sissy could only think of one thing what would happen when her modeling show for the Doctor was over. She tingled with that combination of fear and longing she had always felt since she was a teenager. And when Fristch cupped his hand on her round cupcake rear cheek, he could feel the slick trickling from between the legs. ******************** Amanda Crossways's thumb remained on the doorbell for thirty seconds before she finally heard a pattering behind the door. A lock's knob was turned and dead bolt pulled back, but the door swung opened only a few inches. Two young blue eyes flashed suspiciously out at her over the chain. "Yes?" A girl, perhaps twenty, and suspicious. "Doctor Fristch, please." "Do you have an appointment, Ma'am?" The last word was pulled out grudgingly. "Look, just tell him I'm here. He'll see me." A haughty, full lipped smile now. "Not without an appointment, Ma'am!" She started to push the door shut, but Amanda went right back to the doorbell. "Please leave! The Doctor is very busy with his work!" The girl protested protectively. "Tell him Amanda, make that Doctor Crossways is here to see him in regard to Ben Stein." The eyes batted back at her nervously. A moment's hesitation, then a small nod. "One minute please." Does she know something? Amanda wondered briefly, then the door chain was removed, allowing her entry into the Fritsch's combination brownstone and laboratory. The blonde gestured her to enter. Now that Amanda could see her, she wondered if her timing was right after all. The girl, a pretty thing, was nervous and dressed in a white lab coat that fell barely below her hips and white five inch high heels. As Amanda followed her, she was almost certain that the lab coat didn't hide a shorter miniskirt. Fristch welcomed her with a polite, curious smile. "Amanda! So nice to see you! I hear so much about your work in biochemistry! Please sit!" Amanda took a seat. "A drink?" Fristch asked, all hospitality. You'd never know he was a goddamn pervert, Amanda brooded. She hated being herealready. She nodded, accepting a glass of wine. Fristch snapped his fingers. "A glass of the Bordeaux, Sissy, for our guest." Sissy obediently spun around. "My lab assistant," he explained. Amanda noted the exaggerated swing of the girl's hips as she sauntered out of the room. "You have your lab assistant fetch drinks, Doctor? Really! I would think you put your help to better uses than that!" Amanda chided him. The scientist smiled. "Oh, I do, Amanda I do." The inference was so obvious, she was not meant to miss it. The girl, Sissy, returned with the wine glass, handing it to Amanda. As she bent down, Amanda could see that underneath the lab coat, Sissy wore a white lace push up bra and nothing else. Fristch patted his knee and Amanda watched uncomfortably as the girl pranced gleefully, taking his knee as her seat and bowing her head. "Why are you looking at Sissy, Amanda? DO you find her attractive?" Fristch queried innocently. "If you're implying I'm a lesbian Doctor, your sense of humor doesn't match your reputed genius. No," she continued acidly, "what I'm watching is a silly sexist who has obviously hired a live in prostitute. I'm disappointed, Doctor. Couldn't you do a little better? I mean paying for it?" She sipped her wine, returning his amused grin evenly. The guy was weird. Very weird. Sissy crossed her legs and Amanda could see a small flash of white lace panty. He's got her in a thong for God's sakes! "Oh, Sissy isn't paid and she isn't a prostitute, though she could make her way in the world as one with this body. I mean, she's so busty and all." Sissy simpered in joy at the compliment, heaving her bosom up. Amanda blushed. Her breasts had always been small and she often wondered how many men she might have attracted had they been larger. She felt stupid about it with an IQ of 165, she was worried about her breast size. And Fritsch knew it was baiting her about it. She downed a hot swallow of the red Bordeaux. "Sure, Doctor. Whatever. I'm sure your bimbo there is a proverbial rocket scientist, right?" Fritsch stroked Sissy's thigh, pushing the lab coat high on her leg. It was now obvious that she wore a thong panty at most. "Well, she IS a bimbo, but Sissy is a smart little girl. Sissy," he turned to the girl, "what is the relationship between Metzen's Fourth Law of Implied Logic and the speed of the enhanced Alpha chip?" Sissy batted her long lashes. "The law explains how the chip is able to accommodate a billion plus instruction set, Doctor. It is the basis of the current development of 4GLs and a re examination of bubble memory technology, once abandoned in the seventies." Amanda was struck at the lucidity of the answer and the lispy, breathy way in which it was given. Like a call girl with a PhD. She squirmed uncomfortably at the thought and as she did, she felt an long object in the folds of the chair cushion. She reached down and was even more outraged at what she found. It was a pink eight inch vibrator! "Sissy!" Fristch boomed. The girl jumped off her perch on his lap. "How many times have I told you to put your toys away when you're done playing with them?" Sissy pursed her lips contritely, blushing a deep burgundy. "I'm sorry Doctor." "I'm so embarrassed, Amanda. My apologies you know good help is SO hard to find. Sissy, go put your plaything in your toy box and come right back so we can take care of this!" Sissy obeyed, taking the offending vibrator from a disgusted Dr. Amanda Crossways and disappeared. "What are you going to do, Doctor?" Amanda asked, fascinated despite her outrage. "Punish her, of course," Fritch answered smoothly. "I can't let her get away with this nonsense." Sissy returned, playing with the hem of her lab coat anxiously. Fristch addressed her sternly. "You've embarrassed me, Sissy, in front of Dr. Crossways. I'm most upset. Do you agree with me that you deserve to be punished?" "Yes, Doctor," she answered pathetically. "And how many paddles do you think this indiscretion deserves, missy?" Amanda winced at the last. "You're going to SPANK her? Are you for real?" Fristch didn't answer. "How many?" he repeated. "Five?" Sissy begged hopefully. He shook his head. "Ten I think is more appropriate, though for our guest, we will keep your panties on." He shifted his knee and already trembling, Sissy obediently draped herself over it, pulling up her lab coat to reveal a tiny white lace thong, which barely covered the bulbed cleft between the long pale legs. Amanda watched in a silent cloud of sympathy, anger, frustration as she watched the near nude girl get spanked by Fritsch. I have to remember why I'm here, she told herself. Ignore this for now, help her later. I have to find out what happened to Ben. At last, the sniffling blonde was allowed to rise to her high heeled feet. Fristch gave her a last swat on the rump. "Now get that pretty butt of yours in the kitchen and start my dinner, Sissy!" The girl minced quickly and gratefully out of the room. "Now, where were we?" Keep control. He's taunting you. Why, I don't know, but he is. "I came to ask what you know about the disappearance of Ben Stein, Dr. Fristch." "Missing? I had no idea! I had heard he left MIT, but missing?" Fristch loved knowing that Sissy's spanking had nettled this uppity girl. He knew she was a feminist, which was why he had staged the whole thing. Especially this one. She was bright, but her insufferably superior attitude was exactly why he had refused to let her become his assistant at the university. He despised feminists they had made a mess of academic research. Poor Sissy probably even thought she had left her vibrator in the seat, even though he had done it himself. She shook her head at this. "Doctor, he wouldn't leave without saying something to someone. His apartment is cleaned out and his office and lab is empty. The Dean says " "The Dean said he was unreliable and a prima donna happy to be rid of him, I heard," Fristch informed her. She shook her head again. "No, no! He was so involved in his work he wouldn't have just left. Anyway, I know he spoke to you a while back and, since it was right before he disappeared, I thought he might have said something." Why was he so jumpy now? "Did I speak to him? Why would you think that?" Fristch asked carefully Amanda handed him the printed e mail from Ben. "See? So what did he say?" Fritsch straightened the press of his trousers. "Oh, I couldn't say, really. It was a few weeks ago." He rose, the discussion closed. She rose jerkily, still confused. "Well, if you think of anything " "Yes, yes. I'll get your coat, since Sissy's fixing dinner." He brusquely passed by her. "I think she put it upstairs." As soon as he was out of sight, Amanda tiptoed into the kitchen. The blonde was busily preparing the nightly meal. She looked up cluelessly. "Yes, Ma'am?" Ever helpful, ever subservient. She had changed from her lab coat into a skimpy maid's outfit, a black taffeta and white lace thing which looked more like a bedroom garment than a utilitarian outfit. "Look," Amanda blurted quickly, "I don't know what this," she pointed at the tiny skirt and tight bodice, "is all about, but it isn't worth it. Come with me, here's my card call me. We'll figure out a way to get you on your feet. No woman deserves to be treated this way, like some" she spat disgustedly, "love doll or something. I have to go, because he's coming back, but call me!" Without another look, Amanda left, meeting Fristch at the door. "Saying good-bye to Sissy?" he asked curiously. She nodded, too affably. "Yes, yes I was. If you think of anything, will you " "I will. Good-bye." Fristch closed the door, watching her figure as it merged with the darkness outside. Pretty bitch, but flat chested and too uppity. She needs to be put in her place, he considered. Needs to learn why girls belong in pretty things in soft beds waiting to give pleasure, NOT in universities getting tenure. Not when men like he, geniuses, were turned out in disgrace. 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Dave was so excited that he'd been able to have a normal ... or mostly normal ... conversation with Mable that he told the others all about it when he got back with the cards. They laughed as he described it all to them, and told them what she'd said. "You're never coming back here!" said Cindy firmly. Both Denise and Dick thought they knew why. For the first time, it occurred to them that, once they all got back home, Dave and Cindy would be able to do whatever they wanted to ... any...

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The Hidden UncleChapter 15

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The DefencemanChapter 28

Last night's sleep was terrible. I had tossed and turned over Mr. Peterson's attempt to bribe me. It really pissed me off yesterday that someone thought so low of me to do that. I had finally fallen asleep but dreamt of Lisa, Vicky and Becky all night, with one of the three catching me with the other one or both. I even had a dream that the three of them got together and I caught them. Maybe that was more of a fantasy, but all in all, it was a pretty restless sleep. And adding to that...

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What a Deal Chapter 6

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The meeting with Winifred Clark was anything but boring. “Nice to meet you she said. Nathan told me you’ve got a really, what, complicated situation,” said Miss Clark. “Oh yeah, I said. Really complicated and I didn’t know where to turn. Anyway, I explained my problem to my boss, Nathan’s dad, last Saturday, and he, well, here I am,” I said. “Yes, here you are. Why don’t we begin by you giving me an overview of your situation if that’s all right,” she said. “Then, I’ll ask you some...

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