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Technocratic: Episode 1 : The Storm Begins By Robyn Tom Turner paced his office restlessly. It had been a long day at the Techno Center. A long day of quenching fires, pushing paperwork, and filing reports. All the tasks they had failed to tell him about when he applied here, but tasks which took more time than doing what he loved: finding and catching technologists. Ever since the second half of the twenty-fourth century when technology merged with the arcane, the Techno Center had been there to seek out and hunt down those people using and abusing technology for ill. In the beginning, the work was abundant. Now, though, a hundred years hence, the police did most of the dirty work. Techies, as they were called, got summoned to do the paperwork. Tom had joined when the company was thriving, when he could think of nothing better than hunting down the bastards. Now he could think of a million places he would rather be. The shrill ringing of the phone startled him. Despite the advancement in technology, the Techno Center still hung onto the only private eye phone. The shrill ring sounded again, pushing Tom to answer it even more. "Yeah?" He spoke into the ancient mouthpiece. "Tom?" the voice was muffled on the other end. This often happened, especially if the caller was using a video phone. "Tom, this is Officer Max." Tom took a pen and pad in hand. "What do you have to report," he said drearily. "Tom, there's been an...incident. We need your help." "Where's your almighty detective...what's his name?" "Tom, I'm serious. Now get down here." "Yes, sir," he said, setting the phone back on the hook. He had hoped to go home early today. That new show was playing on the vidwall tonight. He didn't want to miss it. Still, work was work. And since there was little chance of him getting home early now, he thought he should just...deal with it. The monitor beside the phone registered the name and location of the caller. The old mill outside town. A relic from a bygone age, but a still functioning grain mill. I wonder what could have happened there, he thought. Picking up his bag, he made his way down the hallway and into the shaft that would take him to the Officer's location. * * * * * * * * * * * * The old mill sat amid a thrall of new homes. The little town of Malt had grown since it began. Back then it was a small farming town, not too far away but just far enough to make a decent drive. Now the city extended far beyond it, virtually swallowing it up. The old mill which use to border empty farm land now bordered apartment buildings, stores, and residential houses. The empty land once knocking at its door was no where to be seen. Tom walked up the creaking old steps, following the din of noise. Officer Max along with most of the twenty-third present were huddled in the room. Most were circled around in hushed conversation, eyeing the three women seated in the room. The women looked confused and frightened, a blanket wrapped around their shoulders. Tom wondered what in the world would, or could, happen here. Officer Max watched him enter and approached. "About time you showed up. We have quite a story for you." Tom stopped dead center in the room. "Before we continue, procedures dictate that our conversation be absolutely private." Officer Max glared at him, but nodded. After a few words, the squad left, leaving Tom, Officer Max, and the victims alone. Tom nodded once. "Proceed." "At 1300 hours today we received a call from a neighbor complaining of strange lights coming from the mill here. We dispatched a car to investigate, but they found the door impossibly locked. Nothing could force it open. Two more cars followed to surround the building and order them to surrender. Nothing happened. Then at 1600 hours or so, loud moaning could be heard from the room..." "Moaning?" Tom repeated. "Yeah, moaning...like..." Officer Max leaned in to whisper. "Like sexual moaning." "Oh, moaning..." Tom said, rolling his eyes. "The door opened," Officer Max continued. "shortly afterwards and we found these three tied to these chairs, naked!" Tom looked over now at the women. They were all kids, eight or nine years old if he wasn't mistaken. They all appeared to be dazed and confused and quite shaken up. Tom approached one, a heavy-set brunette. "Do you know what happened?" he asked, leaning in. "Mary?" she said, looking up at him. "Where's Mary?" Tom looked at the Officer again, his pen scribbling notes to himself. "Was there anything else in the room?" "Just three heaps of clothes under each of the girls. Male clothes all of them. We haven't run anything on them yet." "I will need energy reports from this building and a full disclosure of everything spoken by them and to them. Keep them under close watch and keep me posted." "Understood..." Though the Tech Center had little power now, Max had been around when it still held sway. Some of that still lived in his bones. Tom peered around the room looking for any indication or clues that might help track down this Technocrat. So far he was not convinced it was a Technocrat. Maybe it was just a few girls on some new drug or something. They looked like they were barely out of elementary, most of them just starting junior high school. Maybe they had come here to get away and try some new fad. In any case, he would have to look into it. At least this was more exciting then pushing paperwork all day. * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom peered down at the energy report at his home desk. Something didn't match up here. In the past, the mill had used 32.4 G's of energy. On the day in question the energy input had shot up to 1764 G's, indicating, in no uncertain terms, that illegal magic was at work here. But what? And how? Were those girls using something they shouldn't? They didn't look smart enough to be Technocrats, though Tom had long learned you can't judge something by what it looks like. What could possibly use that much energy at a mill? The screen to his left beeped, indicating an incoming call. Tom touched the screen revealing Officer Max's face. "Tom, there has been another incident. Meet me at the address on your screen." Tom made his way there faster than before. This time, the call took him to a small pub in the same town. A crowd of people gathered outside, all craning their heads in for a look. Tom passed through all of them and went in. Officer Max stood there with one other, a tall man in a flowing trench coat and an old rim hat. He looked like someone out of a private eye movie. Tom recognized him right away. It was Detective Torin. The detective who had been most instrumental in eliminating the Techno Center from the investigation process. Officer Max brought them together. "Tom, may I introduce to you Detective Torin. He is heading up the investigation on our end. Tom shook his hand, an elusive feeling coming over him. "Pleasure..." "Same..." the detective countered, looking not at Tom but at the scene around him. Officer Max scurried outside where he moved the crowd away. Torin and Tom faced each other alone. "Same situation here?" Tom asked. "Same." "What do you make of it?" The detective sighed, an impatient sound that made Tom feel like there were more important things for him to be doing. "Old pubs are known for their stories. Some of the men must have tried to scare these three." "Do you have the energy report," Tom asked. Cold eyes met his request. "It is really pointless that you are here. You don't need to be involved. We are just fine. Run along." "The Tech Center has been commissioned by congress to investigate all strange incidents." Tom recited. Torin waved him aside. "I see you have memorized the manual. That will do you no good here, though. This is a simple case of misunderstanding. But do what you will. Your failure will only hasten the destruction of that defunct Center. Good day..." Throwing back his trench coat, the detective left. Tom turned toward the frightened women. Three of them again, all pre-teenagers, seventh or eighth graders max. Under each seat was a pile of clothes...men's clothes. Tom turned his attention to their bodies and noticed their wrists. Their wrists showed every indication of being tied. They had been covered too by three blankets, indicating that at one time they had been naked. Tom tried to speak to them, but to no avail. Finally, with a huff of agitation, he left the bar, asking Max to keep a close eye on them. * * * * * * * * * * * The next morning Tom went to the police station. It was his first outing in a very long time and he was excited. While others were busy with paperwork, Tom had the chance to follow his predecessors into unknown territory. The police station was a maze of offices and corridors. It took some time to finally reach Office Max's office. When he got there, he almost walked in on Max and Torin in conversation together. "Tom! Come in!" Torin turned and glared, refusing even to offer his hand. "Torin was just giving me an update on the three we found at the mill." "I was just telling the Officer," Torin began arrogantly, "that it is obvious that the three are just kids out to get a laugh out of us." "Why do you say that," Tom asked, puzzled and a bit taken back. "When you see them you will understand. Now, Officer Max, I believe we are done here." "Thank you detective," Max replied. As the detective left, Tom stopped him at the door. "I haven't received that Energy Report yet." "Didn't you get the fax I sent..." the detective replied innocently. "Uh...no..." Tom countered. "Check your machine." Torin retorted. "Or do they not give you fax machines at your precious Techno Center?" Tom smiled as the detective left, biting his tongue from all the words that he found there. He sighed, turning back to the Officer. "What can I do for you?" Tom made sure there was no one at the door and then sat down. "Do you know of anything unusual that has been happening? Anything out of the ordinary?" Officer Max frowned. "Nothing too unusual or out of the ordinary, why?" "Something just isn't right..." Tom began. "Well, we have had a rash of missing persons lately." "What is so unusual about that?" "Usually missing persons tend to be women...girls mostly. Young ones who decide to take their anger out on their parents and spit. This rash of missing persons, though, are men." "Why would men run away from home?" "That's what I was wondering...what are you getting at?" "This isn't your everyday, run of the mill, crime, to excuse the pun. This crime was the work of a rogue." "A rogue? Are you sure?" "Quite sure. On the day in question, the energy input was up over 400% of what it should be. Nothing at the mill takes such power. I checked into that myself. And if this is a rogue, it is likely he has been working for awhile under our noses." "You think this rash of missing persons is his work?" "I don't want to draw conclusions yet. All I'm saying now is that something happened at the mill, and probably the pub too, that caused a huge spike in energy inputs, a spike we have learned is usually the direct result of rogue activity." "Great...so what's next?" "I'm going to need to see the three from the mill and their articles now." Officer Max shook his head. "You're not going to like what you see..." Tom puzzled. "What do you mean?" "Here. I'll show you..." Opening the door, he lead the way down the hallways to a small room. A large window sat on the opposite wall looking in on the three women. Tom stepped back in shock. The girls had all aged since he last saw them. In the mill they were eight year olds, now they stood around as fourteen or fifteen year olds. They were clearly developing into mature women. The heavy set one seemed to put on a bit more weight too and her breasts had grown quite a bit as well. The others stood around, their hair now longer, their bodies grown and matured into teenagers. Tom blinked. "Where are the girls we picked up in the mill?" "You're lookin' at them." "No! You're kidding! But...how...what happened to them?" "We have everything on survalence camera. I can download it to your home if you like." "Yes, I would appreciate that." Officer Max looked in at them. "They all appear to be comfortable in there. They haven't asked for anything. They seem to be waiting...waiting for something. I'm a little afraid what will happen once that waiting is over..." "Have you spoken to them?" "Not since we discovered them in this condition. We figured we would allow the eight year olds to rest for the night, but when we came back, we found them like this." "Can I see the clothes that we found under their seats?" Officer Max took Tom over to the evidence department and let him see the clothes. They were all the clothes of men, working men it looked like. Tom took a wallet out of one of the pants pockets. "I think I will see what I can uncover with this." "We haven't really done much work with these things yet. The Detective seems to think they have no relevance." "Hmmm...I wonder..." Tom pondered. "Thanks, Officer. We'll be in touch." "Let me know what you get on that. And don't tell the detective I gave it to you." "I won't..." * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom was awaken by the phone on his bedside. He rolled over, switched the camera off, and answered it. Officer Max's face appeared on the screen. His face frowned. "Sorry to wake you, Tom, but there've been some more ...developments... let's say." "The girls?" "Here's how we found them this morning." The screen flashed and a picture of three women came into view. They were just sitting there, one of them was pounding at the door and saying something. Tom had to look closely to see that they were the same three people he had seen before. The heavy set one sat in one of the chair, the other skinny one sat with her. The other one stood banging on the door. They looked like they were all in their twenties, twenty-one or two if he wasn't mistaken. They had all filled out nicely since the last picture he had seen. Officer Max's face came back on the screen. "They are demanding us to release them. They say they've done nothing wrong and it is illegal to keep them locked up for so long." "Keep them occupied ?til I arrive," Tom said as he quickly switched off the phone and got dressed. Tom rushed into the police station, past the guard, to Officer Max's office. Opening the door, he burst in again on the detective and Max in an argument. "...I told him that they would be..." Max was saying. He looked up at Tom. "Tom, I'm sorry. The Detective insisted on letting them go." "They pose no danger or threat to anyone," the detective said. "We had no legal right to hold them at all." "Haven't you been paying attention," Max spat at him. "Didn't you see what was happening?" "I see only three women who, though plagued with some disease, are being locked up by their own police department to be dissected by some technocrat!" Tom growled. "There goes our evidence!" "It seems, my dear techie, that need a bit more legal reason to lock three innocent women up besides the fact that they seem to be aging rather rapidly!" With that said the detective stormed out of the room. "I'm sorry..." "Just when we could get a statement from them..." "Do you have footage from the observation room?" "Of course." "May I see it..." Officer Max left and returned a few moments later with the disc in hand. Turning around to the wall-mounted screen, he inserted the disc. Three young eight year old girls walked into the room and sat at the table. The door shut and the girls sat. One of them got up and walked around the room, looking up and down, but none of them said a word. "Thumb forward two hours," Tom said. The screen blinked and another picture replaced the last one. This time the girls looked thoughtful. They were sitting in a circle on the floor. One of them looked taller than the others now. Taller than before at least. "Go forward four more hours." This picture now was of three ten or eleven year old girls. One of them, Tom noticed, even showed signs of breast development. The tight shirts revealing two small mounds poking through. They all appeared older now, obviously so. "Keep going forward by the hour, every minute or so." The screen began to flash, minute by minute, the girls in them aging slowly from young ten year old girls, to the teenagers Tom saw sitting in the room, past that stage ?til they reached their young adult hood. All the while, the girls did not say anything to anyone, but paced and walked and sat with each other on the floor. Then, toward the end of the time, one of them stood up and began to pound on the door. The screen froze. "That was where we finally let them go..." "Interesting...Would you mind if I took this with me?" "I don't see any reason why not." "Good. And what about the ones from the Pub?" "They are still in isolation." "Same thing happening to them?" Officer Max nodded. "Very well. Call me tonight at 0300 hours. I believe they should be beginning to waken about then..." Tom took the disc and headed out the door. * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom had not slept yet when Officer Max's call came in. "You might wanna come down here. The first one just started waking up." There was a brief flicker on the screen before the picture changed to the holding cell. There a tall blonde woman was pounding the glass, demanding to see someone. Tom switched off the screen he had been viewing. He had taken the last eight hours or so isolating each of the women and piecing their transformation together, piece by piece, until it played through in a smooth stream. It took twenty minutes this way to change the eight year olds to twenty-one year olds. What amazed Tom was the reaction of the girls. They moved little during the whole ordeal, as if they were waiting for it all to finish. Tom watched them rapid grow and mature in the time lapse stream, their hair lengthened, their bodies matured. All the while he wondered how they could stand this happening. It would have killed him, to see himself age so quickly. One question remained, through all this. Where were the three missing mill workers? Years of work in this field had proven to him that the impossible was indeed possible. But did they just...disappear? What happened to the three men and why were their clothes left in a pile beneath the tables? Was there a way these men were... heaven forbid...transformed into these girls? Why? His thoughts led him to the door of the police station. Officer Max was waiting for him. He looked eager for Tom to arrive. Quickly, and with barely a word, they walked back to the holding room. The three girls appeared as they had in the previous room, older, grown, active, and ready to leave. "I want to speak to the chief," a thin brunette exclaimed. All three of them appeared to be wandering about, anxious to leave. "These were our pub girls?" Tom asked. Officer Max nodded. "They aged faster than the last bunch." "I'd say so, though they both appeared to be the same age when we brought them in. What do you think is happening with them?" "That is a question I thought you were suppose to answer, Mr. Turner." Tom turned around to the familiar sound of the detective behind him. He growled to himself and stared back at the window. "I thought you had left," Officer Max said to Detective Torin. "I had heard they had awaken," Detective Torin said, his voice ice cold. "I came to make sure they were released." "Sir, I do not believe that they should be released," Tom said, biting his lip to restrain his anger. "They are our only link to the crime." "Unfortunately, good Techie, we at the police department need adequate proof that they have committed a crime before we detain them. These women do not appear to have committed any crime other than being attractive. I did not believe they had made that into a crime yet." Officer Max seemed upset. "Fine, Detective. You are correct. I will have them released at once." "No!" Tom called out. "Sir, this crime could be perpetuated someplace else. If these women have any information..." "They are entitled to give what information they want to, my dear Techie. Unlike your organization, we are not in the business of forcing information out of people." Tom growled sharply and turned to leave. * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom grabbed his whiskey and downed his second shot of the poison. The first real case in a long time, destroyed by the meddling of the police department. He could almost kick himself for letting himself get caught up in this caper. He should have known. Should have known how the police department now worked. He should have known that no caution would be taken to ensure the evidence remained intact. In some hidden part of his mind, he longed for the better days. A ring off to his side sounded again. Tom, his mind clouded, thumbed the switch to see who it was. It was Detective Torin. Tom growled. That was the last person he ever wanted to talk to. He didn't care whether he just up and died. Detective Torin was no friend of his. He pushed to switch, allowing him to talk but with no picture. "If you're calling to apologize," Tom said, his voice slurred. "You're too late!" "Mr. Turner, it appears your services are needed after all. Your friend Officer Max has joined an elite group of new disappearances. Sober yourself up and meet me at the station, pronto." The voice ended and Tom looked at the screen. The words were just now filtering into his brain. Officer Max... disappeared... Techie... Tom opened the fridge and grabbed a bottle of self-sobering liquid. Holding his nose, he downed the medicine and sat back. The fog over his head cleared slowly until at last he was sober again. Grabbing his things, the severity of the situation hit him dead on. Officer Max, the one man that he thought he could trust, the one man who had been his friend, had been hit by this horrible technocrat. Even now the pain of that loss hadn't hit him yet. He arrived at the police station a little while later. Detective Torin was standing outside, impatient as always. "Well, it seems that Mr. Turner does care after all." "Don't start on me," Tom spat back. "Let's get going..." As they traveled, Detective Torin explained the situation. "Last night as we all stood gaping at the Pub Girls, two hits were made on prominent people. The first was made on Mayor Grant. The second was made on Mr. Calmwell. The last one was made after we left on Officer Max in his home. We will be traveling first to Officer Max's place and then to the others. Tom took a breath of horror. The three people hit this time were all prominent people. The Mayor was one of the best the city had seen. To see him fall was a real shame. The second, Mr. Calmwell, was a major CEO in a large computer firm in town. And then to have Officer Max hit as well. Something had to be done. The two arrived at Officer Max's house. The place had already been sealed off. Tom walked in and peered at the little eight-year old girl sitting in the chair before him. Officer Max's wife stood in a corner, crying. Her two little boys standing beside her. Tom walked up to her and extended his hand. "Tom Turner, miss. What happened?" "Max was going down stairs to turn down the heater when I heard a strange noise. I waited up here for him a little while. Finally I went down stairs. That's when I found... this..." she burst out crying again, her sons wrapped around her legs to comfort her. Tom shook his head. This wouldn't have happened, he thought, if they had just taken him seriously before. Now, who knew where this all was going to stop or how they would stop them. A stab of anger pierced his chest. If only that idiot detective hadn't gotten in the way. Then, this case would have been solved! Torin approached him, the same distant look on his face. "Everything appears to be arranged the same way as before. The clothes are confirmed to be Officer Max's." "Of course they're Max's!" Tom burst out at him. "And they wouldn't be if you and your stupid procedures hadn't gotten in the way of my job! If I was in charge, this whole thing would be solved by now!" Torin looked at Tom calmly. There was nothing he could do to intimidate him. "Mr. Turner, I suggest you begin doing your job right now. There are innocent people at risk here." Tom walked away, cursing all the way. He approached the girl and looked at her. Strange, the girl's hair was not the dark black of Officer Max, but was a sandy blonde. He had never known any of the other men before their disappearance. If they had transformed, would their hair have changed color too? The girls face was blank as the others had been. There was little evidence anyone was behind her glassy eyes. Everything else appeared exactly the same way as it had in other places. The chair, the rope, the bruises on her wrists. Everything pointed to the same technocrat. "Shall we see the other two," Tom said, passing Torin. "This one looks just like all the others." Torin didn't say a word, but stiffly and silently followed Tom out the door to their next destination. * * * * * * * * * * * * Two hours later, Tom sat again in his chair looking over the evidence that had accumulated. The other two homes had been the same. Same chair, same girl, same bruises. Everything appeared to be exactly the same at each of the houses. Tom looked over the pictures of the victims and the new pictures of the girls. There was nothing to connect the two together. Nothing to suggest that any kind of transformation had occurred. It looked as though the men were taken and replaced with aging eight year olds. Tom looked closely at the photos. The gray haired mayor had been replaced by a black haired little girl. The white haired Mr. Calmwell had been replaced by a blonde little girl. If there was any connection with their hair, there was nothing to be told from this. Tom looked over the pattern of the crime. The crimes had begun in a less obvious location, moved to a public place, and then moved inside people's homes. But why? Why were they doing this? And where would they hit next? It seemed to Tom that they were going more public, more influential. The three mill workers appeared to be experiments. Officer Max and the Mayor were the next step. But what would be next? Would they jump on a more influential person. Who was coming to town now? Tom rang up the news schedule and saw the top line. The Ambassador from the New Republic of Russia was in town. His meeting was scheduled for tomorrow. Tom's heart jumped. That would be the perfect target in this crime. And if the ambassador disappeared...what next? Tapping his screen, he frantically paged Detective Torin at the station. His face appeared shortly on the screen. "Detective, I think I have a way to trap our suspect. But I'm going to need your help. And it has to be soon." * * * * * * * * * * * * "Now then your orders are firm. When the technocrat appears, you are only to stun the man. Not kill. Do you understand?" The three volunteers nodded together in agreement. They had been chosen from their Strike Team experience. If anyone can catch this guy, they could. They sat, strung about the Ambassador's Suite on Main Avenue. The main view screen showed a picture of the Ambassador leaving the summit and entering his limo. In truth the Ambassador had never arrived. Through his connections, Detective Torin had arranged for footage to be shown. It was all a part of the plan. Tom smiled. This plan would have to work. It was known that technocrats often grew very arrogant. That was their downfall. When such power was entrusted to one person, often they took it to heart. This one had hit three places of power and gotten away without a scratch. The Ambassador would surely be the next move, especially if that arrogance was showing through now. Tom sat back and watched as the cameras on the view screen followed the Ambassador's limo straight to the front door of the hotel. There was, of course, no limo arriving. But Tom was banking on the technocrat's ignorance of this matter. "Get ready, everyone. This man could arrive at any moment." Tom sat back. He hoped to heaven he was right. The Detective hadn't been too thrilled with his idea, but seeing no alternative agreed to it nevertheless. Tom worried that if this sting operation did not turn out well, the whole organization could suffer. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours. The energy that the team had once had dwindled as the sun set. It was apparent that the technocrat was not going to show up after all. This had been a waste of energy. Just as he was about to call the others around to disburse, a whine pierced the air. Tom looked up, covering his ears in pain. A hiss sounded through the air as a blanket of fog covered everyone. In the last moments before he passed out, Tom cursed himself. Sleeping gas! He should have known better! * * * * * * * * * * * * Tom woke up confused. All around him was darkness. He opened his eyes but all he could see was black. A large gadget hung off his head. A VR simulator! He tried to move his feet and his hands, only to find that they were both bound. A frightening thought pierced his skull. The technocrat! He had shown up. But instead of capturing the Ambassador, he had captured him instead. Tom heart jumped into his throat. He could hear footsteps outside, moaning coming from all around him, and a familiar but muffled voice. "Well, well. If it isn't Tom Turner of the Techno Center. So good to have you here with us today. I was expecting the Ambassador to be here, but of course you know that already." "Who are you..." Tom said. "Why are you doing this?" "Sorry, Mr. Turner, but I can't tell you who I am, really. All I can say is this. You techies are right about one thing. The power here is utterly amazing! Do you know what you can do with just a little technology and a bit of magic? Why, you can control whole governments if you wish! You can turn grown men into wanton whores. But I'm getting ahead of myself here. Good bye, Tom." "Wait!" There was a loud whine and the footsteps were gone. As the whine died down, the visor he wore came to life. Suddenly, Tom was standing in front of an elegant bed. On the bed lay a beautiful woman. Tom felt himself getting aroused. He looked down. He was naked, his hard erection throbbing in front of him. Tom looked down at the woman. She too was naked and perfectly formed in every way. Tom found himself drawn to this woman. He stepped forward and fell onto her, their genitals touching. Tom could feel the heat emerging from her hot pussy. His erection pushed in on the heat, teasing in and out. The woman was gorgeous, her perfect breasts lay beneath him. Tom found himself drawn to kiss her bosom, to embrace her womanhood with everything in him. His hips began to move against her as his manhood pushed past her inner lips and further into her hot cunt. He groaned as he felt her surround him. Her beautiful legs coming up and around him, pushing him further into her, deeper and deeper, until he was up to the hilt in her wet goodness. She moaned beneath him. He began to pump in and out of her, but realized soon that he never left the nest. Her muscles there were holding him tight against her so that he couldn't even move. Then, slowly, Tom began to feel a hard bump pushing up against his scrotum. At first it didn't bother him, the feeling of being inside this woman overwhelming his senses. But then the bump began to grow and push harder against his scrotum. He tried to move, to pull up from her, but her hard vaginal muscles still held his penis firm. Suddenly, Tom felt something he never had before. A strange penetrating feeling coming from his groin. No longer was the bump pushing against his scrotum. It had somehow entered him. At first he thought it may have slipped down and entered his ass, but his ass was empty. Something had entered him another impossible way and begun to push further into him. The frightening part of all of it was that it felt good. Really good. Tom closed his eyes and savored the feeling as the bump grew harder and longer, pushing ever deeper into his body. He could no longer feel his penis, and frankly did not want to either. The bump, the marvelous long bump, was pleasing him in ways now that he could never have imagined. Tom sat back on the rod and began to bounce up and down on it. He had never felt anything so good before. And the feelings were increasing too. Growing more and more intense...more and more. Tom bounced harder up and down on the rod, the thought of its oddity gone in the pleasure of the moment. Up and down, in and out. The building grew, and grew until he screamed in ecstasy. Inner muscles clamped down now on the rod within him, pulsing out their pleasure. The feelings continued, traveling all the way down to his feet. At last they subsided. But still the rod within him remained. The feelings grew more again. Now he opened his eyes to see the woman below him. She was smiling as she reached up toward his chest. His nipples tingled in anticipation. Suddenly loud noises surrounded him. Yelling and screaming. The scene was violently pulled from him. A bright light surrounded everything. Tom collapsed into unconsciousness. * * * * * * * * * * * * "I am glad you have recovered, Mr. Turner." Detective Torin sat across from him in his home. Tom had stayed home for many days following the occurrence at the Ambassador's Suite. "I am sorry that we were unable to apprehend the criminal." "The other men? What of them?" "I'm afraid the process had claimed them before we arrived. Three young women left the station just a little while ago." Tom slumped back into his chair. "Any more incidents?" Tom prodded. "Thankfully yours was the last. It seems that our criminal decided to pursue other avenues. Thanks to your work, Mr. Turner, I don't think we'll be seeing him for awhile." "Thank you..." Tom said. "The department too wants to bring you on when you've recovered full time. They say we need to consider more of those Techies and what they might provide us." Tom grinned. The battle had been won, but not the war. At least someone realized this. "In any case, we are all glad that nothing happened to you, Mr. Turner." "Everything checks out okay," Tom said, getting up and escorting the Detective to the door. "We will see you on Monday?" "Monday it is." Closing the door, Tom walked back to the bathroom and sat down to pee. Everything is okay, he thought as he wiped himself off. Everything is okay.