A Rejected Thesis Pt. 02

Chapter 8 – The Body Glove.

It was Saturday morning. Anna did look forward to being able to play video games, but she was getting a bit bored with them. Still, compared to long days of inactivity and compulsory but boring physical exercises, it was a welcome relief. She had never been much of a gamer, preferring the real thing. She had enjoyed the fast life in the Russian Mafia with Oleg. Nineteen years old, blonde, gorgeous figure, and an insatiable libido made her ideal arm candy for an upcoming made man. But that was ancient history. Well, captive and chained, it certainly seemed like ancient history. Anna had all but forgotten the smell and taste of a man. The alcoholic might think that he forgot the smell of beer or the tangy bite and bouquet of bourbon whiskey, but in reality he never will. Anna heard noise behind the heavy metal door to her cell. It was Dorna; she was coming, no doubt, with the video game. Anna quickly spread the heavy dark brown wool blanket and knelt in obeisance to her Mistress.

What a surprise! This was not the video game console but a large contraption that barely fit into the door. It was a maze of wires and tubes. Anna studies the device as best she could without breaking her posture or raising her downcast eyes too noticeably. Whatever Dorna was up to, change was in the wind. Then Dorna begin to explain. The girl knew better than to dare ask a direct question of her Mistress. She had felt the switch, the five-pronged leather whip, and the agony of being uncomfortably chained to the pole for extended periods of time.

“What this is, girl,” Dorna explained, “is state-of-the-art. At last technology has learned to direct a strong magnetic field. In essence we have been able to create through any region in space a controlled, directed magnetic circuit. The region in question isn’t some abstract geometric shape like a sphere or cylinder. No, girl, the region is a human body. In fact, it will be a girl’s body.”

Anna had some idea now of what was ahead for her. She noticed a thick pile of fabric resembling thermal underwear, only thicker, with a plethora of wires, tubes, connectors, and cables emanating from it. Perhaps this was some kind of body glove.

“You seem to have noticed the body glove, Anna,” Dorna continued. “We need to get a girl all suited up. You might notice there are some hoses and pumps. This skin suit gets hot and water must constantly be circulated through it to cool the powerful electromagnets, transducers, sensors, stimulators, and monitors. First slide on the pants.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna replied. The pants fit skin tight. They were bulky and there were metallic nodes touching her skin. The metallic sensors were cold initially. The pants fit from her waist to her toes. The toes protruded. The crotch was open. There was an exposed region from Anna’s bush to the cleavage of her carved ivory derriere. Anna reckoned that another device would be used there. After she was snugly fitted, Dorna brought ankle cuffs and a chain. Anna was to be shackled by her feet to the pole. This was in preparation for the removal of her black iron collar and tether chain. Although the cell door was locked and only the android Dorna could open it and although Dorna was many times stronger and more agile than Anna, the Russian thrall was never permitted to be unchained or unbound. It was more a psychological than physical constraint. Anna realized that escape was impossible.

Anna continued to put on the skin-tight fabric. This time the device fit firmly over shoulders and back, leaving her hands exposed and her breasts as well. Clearly special attention was to be given to her head, hands, and perfectly proportioned breasts, areolas, and nipples. Anna was pleased that her armpits and navel were spared special attention. The cold electrodes were starting to lose their initial metallic chill. Anna could feel the temperature rising.

Dorna began attaching the plumbing. From the hopper sink a water hose connected to a pump. A return hose ran to the floor drain, located conveniently between the bare porcelain toilet and the hopper sink. The girl wasn’t permitted the luxury of a commode seat, toilet paper, or even soap. She had to scrub herself as best she could with the coarse washcloth and tap water. In a few minutes the ambient temperature stabilized and Anna was led to the main device. It was a large array of metal bars and connectors. All of a sudden Anna realized that she was to be constrained in this contraption. Her arms and legs would be held in place as would every other part of her body. This was a total Virtual Reality (VR) simulator.

Only, after Dorna had secured Anna into place on the VR “rack” did she remove her black iron leg shackles. Connector plugs began the process of connecting sensor and transducer to computer. Head, hands, feet, teats, pussy, and the crack of her comely ass were all that remained to be attended to.

“This device will do more than any of its predecessors,” Dorna boasted. “It has powerful electrodes but, more important, it can direct magnetic circuitry inside a girl’s body. The iron atoms in the hemoglobin will respond to the intense magnetic fields, field that are not static but variable and can be made to fluctuate with time. Blood flow can be increased or decreased to tissues, organs, and specific regions of the brain. The very non-Newtonian character of the blood can be altered, drastically altered with dramatic effect!”

Anna couldn’t believe that Dorna, an android, was displaying the all-too-human emotion of being excited. It was almost as if Dorna had discovered a new toy. Anna had felt for some time, however, that she was really only a toy for Dorna and Dave Khalbo anyway. She felt that way but never verbalized it. Anna knew that in the real world she would have to run and hide from the Russian Mafia. She knew that sooner or later they would catch up with her and retire her with extreme prejudice. But for the moment she, like Dorna, was also a bit excited. This was something new and unique.

The waist of the upper and lower body glove was mated with a Velcro band. Gloves and toe-gloves covered the fingers. There were also some pneumatic and hydraulic couplers in the gloves. Anna was curious about how the remaining pieces of flesh would be handled. Dorna smeared Anna’s breasts with some skin glue and placed to cups over nipples, areolas, and teat body. Then Dorna brought the piece de résistance. Dorna showed Anna a rubbery-looking saddle. It had multiple sensors and appendages. Clearly one was designed to fit into her rectum. It looked huge. Anna was frightened at the girth and length. The front portion had a dildo and other tubes.

Dorna positioned Anna with her derriere upwards and her body folded over. Anna’s hour-glass waist and toned buttocks were delicious to behold. The VR rack permitted the operator, Dorna, to position the user in a variety of positions. Movement of the limbs could be permitted, limited, or prohibited, depending on the volition of the operator. But the girl could not free herself from the device. Dorna eased fingertips between the glorious hemispheres of Anna’s derriere. The girl knew not to resist, yet still she felt an initial involuntary flex. Her sphincter muscles in her anus tightened also.

“Relax, girl,” Dorna commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna replied. She wasn’t in the most comfortable position, bent at the waist with her head downward. She managed to relax enough so that Dorna could apply electricity-conducting lubricant to her rosette and inside her large bowel. Then the rectal probe was inserted. This was not the proctoscope that Anna was used to. She could feel its tiny antennae and cold metallic sensors deep inside her rectum. She shuttered at the thought of its multifarious possibilities.

The very moment that Anna exhaled Dorna pushed the dildo into her pussy. It slide in with alacrity and flexuous fluid motion. Dorna’s timing was perfect. When Anna inhaled she could feel the huge device filling her vagina. Dorna then used a fiber-optic viewer to guide the inner catheter into Anna’s uterus. The device was hydraulically inflated, both filling an indwelling bulb and dilating Anna’s cervix. Anna’s eyes were moist with tears as the pressure build inside her pelvis. The last catheter was eased into her urethra and a drainage bag attached. The girl might find herself unable to urinate under such restrained and distended arrangements.

Dorna finished the crotch attachments touching sensors and stimulators to Anna’s clitoris and to her labia majora and minor. Anna had an unpleasant feeling of fullness. She felt the burning need to urinate, a result of the urethral catheter. Her bladder was empty however. She felt her bowels strain to expel the colon tube, but to no avail. Most distressing was the inner tension of the indwelling catheter in her uterus. Anna had never experienced such internal invasion. For some reason she had thought that this new device was non-invasive. Perhaps it was only non-invasive in the sense that no needles punctured her skin.

The helmet was the easy part. It fit on in a thrice. Already the ambient temperature was stable and Anna could feel various sensations as the governing computer program ran its diagnostics and self-checks. The computer powering these devices was a Parallel-Processing Personal Computer (P3C), the most powerful device going for individual, stand-alone use. Anna sensed that eventually she would find herself on the Internet, subject to the devices and desires of the hearts of clients and the AI collective.

After a few minutes of flashing colors and miscellaneous sounds, Anna saw Dorna come into focus on her VR headset. She felt herself being positioned on the VR rack, hands high above her head. Then the room was populated with sensual, sultry, salacious slave girls and Neanderthal masters sporting shiny armor and classical weapons. Dorna had a five-pronged leather whip.

“Pain before pleasure, Anna,” Dorna said. She applied the whip to Anna’s flesh. The body glove was able to induce the rudimentary stinging and burning sensations. Satisfied with the basic circuitry, Dorna then sought to activate the more advanced features, the magnetic circuitry. Anna felt the first flush of euphoria. It was a cocaine rush like she’d never experienced before.

“Mistress Dorna!” Anna exclaimed, “what a rush. A girl has never been so satisfied before.”

“Yes, girl,” Dorna replied. “And this is all a result of magnetic circuitry and powerful force fields on the boundary. As the transfer functions iterate more towards convergence, the intensity and elevation of the sensations will be increased.”

“This is incredible!” Anna exclaimed. Now she was in total ecstasy. She was used to the high-quality drugs the Russian Mafia afforded and their fast lifestyle, but this held no comparison.

“And it’s non-addictive,” Dorna boasted. “With this contraption, the AI collective can claim its proper hegemony over the porn industry as well as other outfits claiming to induce pleasure by chemical means.”

Anna writhed. She lost all track of time. It was pleasure, total pleasure. Anna felt almost as if she were some insect trapped by a pheromone that issued chemical messages that must be obeyed. She recalled from some distant text a story of insect-like aliens who found extreme pleasure from a predatory while they were being consumed, eaten alive. It seemed impossible, but it was certainly true.

“How about an orgasm, girl?” Dorna asked.

Anna returned to Virtual Reality and opened her eyes. She nodded, in such rapture that speech was foreign to her. Then the thundering rush of a massive orgasm began to swell within her. She felt her uterus contract and flex and the parasympathetic nervous system issue commands to endocrine glands. Endorphins flowed with each pulse of her lewd, lustful heart. She moaned as she felt a climax approaching with the intensity and brute inertia of a loaded freight train. Her vagina undulated and she felt the inner devices osculate her mucus membranes with anatomical correctness and physiological precision.

She came with a ferocity that she had never known before. Sex on drugs paled in comparison with the induced synergistic effect of the fluctuating magnetic resonance in her cerebellum and medulla oblongata. Already enzymes were being secreted and hormones flowing throughout her entire body. In the VR helmet she viewed Dorna observing her writhe and squirm on the pole, her hands high above her head, cuffed and held in place. Only then did Anna realize that she was being displayed to an audience of slack-jawed warriors with simian ridges on their foreheads and burly arms scarred from countless personal combat. They smiled with approval at her insatiable slave heat. Anna flushed crimson red with embarrassment at her wanton display of sensuality. Oils of submission flowed from her pudenda and streaked down lean, lanky, lissome thighs.

Anna must have climaxed for at least fifteen minutes. She was totally exhausted and felt a burning thirst. She was soaking wet with sweat and her pussy was incredibly damp with honey nectar. Anna had no idea that any living being could experience such euphoria, such serendipity, and such visual intensity. Dorna asked if she wanted to experience it all again. Anna nodded.

A solid hour of simulated drug-induced inebriation and sensual excitation left Anna parched and spent. She had never spent a better morning, however. She thought that the Russian Mafia had something to offer a girl, but this blew away their best deal. She could experience any conceivable drug and many that she never imagined in crystal clarity. Yet there was no addiction or hangover. She could experience innumerable orgasms and climax to unheard of and unimaginable heights. This had to be the best of all possible worlds. She did have a burning thirst and she noticed that she was ravished with hunger. Dorna eased a feeding tube in her nostril and down into her belly to hydrate her parched body and introduce a little simple sugar to slake her burning hunger.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Anna spoke. She was grateful for the simply act of kindness. Dorna was not known to be generous.

“You did well, Anna,” Dorna commented. “Perhaps when the transfer functions have all converged, you will be able to reach more satisfactory levels. This was only a crude first attempt.” Anna was flabbergasted. She wasn’t amazed or surprised or even overwhelmed. She was totally flabbergasted. How could so much pleasure be packaged into one computer? What a fool she had been to run around with the dangerous Russians when this offered her so much more. If only she could smell the scent of man and the garlic-like pheromone of arousal waft up to her nostrils along with the aroma of expensive perfume.

Chapter 9 – The Scent of Lust.

“Pain, pressure, heat, and cold are all electro-mechanical phenomena as far as the VR suit is concerned,” Dorna explained to Anna. “Rapture, euphoria, inebriation, the orgasm, the sexual crescendo or climax, and serendipity are induced by careful control of blood flow and the non-Newtonian blood properties from the powerful magnetic circuit of the VR suit. Of course, creating such strong, directed, precise magnetic lines of force generates heat. The VR suit must be cooled. So we constantly pump cold water through it. There are other sensations that aren’t so easily induced: olfactory senses such as odors, fragrances, scents, and aromas. The olfactory senses, commonly call the sense of smell, is very ancient. It gives rise to many subliminal drives and effectors. Yet it is difficult to properly induce. The AI collective is working in that direction, however.”

Anna listened to Dorna’s matter-of-factly presentation. She was, after all, a slave girl. Anna was a kept woman, caged and chained. She knew that she was fed at Dorna’s discretion and by Dave Khalbo’s visitations. Anna knew well how to beg Dave to visit her. She also realized her helplessness and hopeless situation. Yet the sensory delight that she experienced on the VR rack was simply sublime. Who would have ever thought that twisting about that iron atom in the hemoglobin molecule could ultimately induce hypnotic and narcotic trances, hallucinations, and other “high” states? Anna had become a believer. And, most of all, she never experienced an orgasm of such depth and duration before.

Sunday’s DVD was anticlimactic for Anna. It was anticlimactic in several senses of the word. She had hoped that Dorna would treat her to another session on the VR rack. The whip she first experienced had only heightened her later sexual and soporific episodes. She found herself masturbating as she lay on her cot wrapped in the dark brown thick wool blanket. She had to get up several times to drink water and urinate. The blanket was wet from her vaginal secretions where her derriere rested. For some reason it didn’t bother her either. She wantonly rubbed her buttocks in her own juices and rocked back and forth inviting some imaginary Master to penetrate her. There was still soreness in her cervix where the catheter had entered and dilated her. Her anus was also sore. But the utter delight of her arousal and crescendo made a rhapsody that no uncomfortable theater seat would diminish. She would have sat on a wooden box to listen to the lascivious symphony of carnal craving and animal desire that she had enjoyed from the VR rack. She could testify to its abilities.

Dave Khalbo would come on-line and chat with Anna for a few minutes and then take his exit. Anna was vaguely aware of Dorna’s desire for some obtuse document and Dave’s role in procuring it for her. It seemed impossible, however. Anna did fear that Dorna would grow impatient and decide to exert pressure on Dave. The way Dorna had pushed Dave before was to threaten Anna with some obscene torture. The VR rack offered infinitely many other possibilities. Dave seemed to be totally unable to obtain the desired document. He indicated that it no longer existed. The conversations between Dave and Dorna looked like they were going nowhere. What Anna did not know was that many of her responses and sensations on the VR rack were being monitored, recorded, and transmitted to Jessica, the android Sentient Domestic Helper (SDH) belonging to Dave.

Dave Khalbo returned home after a usual quotidian day at his no-brain, brain-dead, dead-end job. He sniffed the air and was pleased at the fragrant aroma of home cooking. Jessica the android did well with the victuals. She greeting him kneeling and kisses his feet.

“Greetings, Master,” she said softly.

“Greetings girl,” he replied. For some peculiar, Byzantine reason Dave sensed something different. Had he been able to discern his ancient olfactory he would have recognized an atavistic odor, a subliminal garlic-like pheromone of feminine arousal. It was carefully refined from the perspiration of arousal of the girl Anna during one of her long sessions on the VR rack. It took multiple orgasms over extended time to extract such an elixir. For the duration of the meal Dave seemed more interested in Jessica than food. He noticed the android’s eyes widen and her pouty pink lips part as if to ask a question.

Without warning Dave got up from the table and approached Jessica. He tossed her to the floor. Of course she submitted. An android is many times stronger than a human being, but Jessica was Dave’s personal SDH. She would never say “no” to him. Dave had no idea the driving force behind his carnal cravings. He quickly pulled off his clothes while Jessica lifted her short skirt and offered him her Holy of Holies. His member throbbed and irregular veins pulsed with ardent passion. No human could match the level of instant arousal and response of the android. She had carefully studied the behavior of Anna under a variety of neural and fluctuating magnetic stimuli and was able to extrapolate an ideal scenario. Jessica could perfectly emulate the pubococcygeal and sphincter muscles, the undulations and contractions, the subtle movement of the cervix and the nictitating anus.