A Rejected Thesis Pt. 03

Chapter 11 – A bar of soap.

Things had become clear to Dorna. Her connection to the sought-for document, Dave Khalbo, was insufficient. There was nothing left to leverage. And his relationship with Anna hadn’t matured either. Their bonding was less than normative. It was a time for a change.

Anna was sleeping when she heard the noise outside the cell door. She got up and spread the thick dark wool blanket to kneel on. The light came on with blinding brightness as the door opened. It was Dorna. Anna lowered her face to kiss Dorna’s feet and beg for her morning examination. Dorna had something different in mind.

“Your connection to Khalb0 is over. And I will only examine and clean your teeth in the morning, girl,” Dorna explained. “And trim those fingernails and toenails. Oh, and here’s something for you.” Dorna handed Anna a white bar of lye soap.

“Thank You, Mistress,” Anna responded. Her gratitude was sincere. She originally had a bar of soap when she was first caged. She was unable to earn another because she could not motivate her Master to Dorna’s satisfaction.

“Instead of the physical groping, prodding, and probing, a girl will enjoy the VR rack on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Saturdays,” Dorna continued. “Did a girl find the VR rack enjoyable?”

“Oh, yes Mistress,” Anna replied. “But it can be painful as well.” Anna wished that she could control the VR rack. The euphoria and inebriation that it could induce were superb, more exhilarating than any chemical drug that she had experienced. She could drift into a simulated drug-induced torpor on the VR rack for hours.

Anna still wished for those days with Oleg. She could remember the trendy restaurants, expensive nightclubs, and wild discos. Anna enjoyed fast cars, drugs, sex, and rock-and-roll. The mechanical device did stimulate her and did offer her some outlet, but she missed the human contact. Dorna, well trained in human psychology, was aware of these feelings.

“You will never return to the party scene,” Dorna told Anna. “Outside the Russian Mafia would whack you in a moment. You have revealed much about them. The AI collective is diffuse and the knowledge is scattered to the four corners of the earth.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna replied. Her azure blue eyes were downcast and her head bowed. She knew that she would forever remain imprisoned. She only hoped to better her Spartan existence. Dorna left briefly and returned with a large bowl of oatmeal and a plastic jug of water. Some meat and fruit were mixed into it, making a rather unappealing slurry. Anna ate with her fingers. She didn’t waste any time consuming the food. She drank from the jug and then sloshed some water about the bowl, rubbing it with her fingertips and drinking the wash water.

Anna finished drinking the water from the jug and set the empty jug and bowl before her. She was sitting on her feet with her knees spread apart. Of course she was totally naked. The wool blanket was only changed at irregular intervals, as were the towel and wash cloth. It had a sour stench from urine and menstrual fluid. Anna was always grateful for “change day.”

Usually Dorna had Anna relate her life history after feeding her. She generally had the girl remain in position, feet crossed left over right, and her toned buttocks resting on her heels until she begged release to relieve herself or wet herself. But today there was nothing but silence. At last Dorna spoke.

“We have a problem,” Dorna began. The “we” she was referring to was clearly the AI collective. “We need to obtain some document. All the resources are available but somehow we need to convince some human gatekeeper to grant us entry. A girl can help and earn privileges. Notice the bar of soap?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna eagerly responded. “A girl is anxious to help.”

“We in the collective have amassed much information. While our Intelligence Quotient now far exceeds any human’s, we still lack certain intuition, creativity, and imagination. It is only a matter of time until these are gotten programmatically. In the meanwhile we must rely on some human resources.” Dorna was laying out the situation.

“We have an android in Kalb0’s company. A Sheila-series paralegal android, in case you’re interested. She could easily obtain the needed material. That is, if she can gain access to the archives.” Dorna continued, leading to Anna’s role. “Khalb0 cannot affect this event. Somehow we need to convince management to allow our android to search and copy the needed document. While this document may be only a cul-de-sac, it does offer promise and possibility. That makes it valuable.” Dorna paused and looked at Anna.

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna responded. She realized that Dorna was expecting some acknowledgement. “A girl thinks that she understands.”

“At any rate,” Dorna continued, “you were new to slavery and the VR rack was still under development when we brought Khalb0 into the picture. It was only moderately successful, but we did obtain the abstract of the document. The document is some form of a thesis, by the way.”

Anna felt the pressure building in her bladder. She was familiar with the routine. It was best to wait as long as she could and then beg permission to relieve herself. But this morning things were different.

“Your mission will be to seduce one of the management in Khalb0’s company on-line and convince him to grant Sheila access to the company archives. I say ‘Khalb0’s company.’ Really the company name is inconsequential. But the document isn’t.” Dorna explained further. Then she left the room. Anna worried that Dorna might be absent for some time. Anna knew that she couldn’t move or break her position. She feared that if she waited too long that she might wet the blanket. Dorna was back with surprising alacrity. When Dorna returned she brought a fresh wool blanket, a fluffy clean cotton towel, and a clean cotton wash cloth. “A girl may reliever herself now.”

Anna wasted no time in getting to the porcelain toilet. The cold porcelain osculated on her carved ivory derriere. She voided her bladder and emptied her bowels, facing Dorna and keeping eye contact with her at all times. She had overcome most of her initial embarrassment and recognized that she would never have any privacy in any of her intimacies. Dorna left the clean blanket, towel, and wash cloth on the mattress and took the soiled items. It was Tuesday. Tomorrow would be a day on the VR rack. This afternoon Anna could look forward to an exercise session. Dorna took pride in ensuring that Anna’s musculature was toned and her body flexible and limber.

Anna remained seated on the cold porcelain toilet until Dorna left. There was neither toilet seat nor toilet paper. Anna wondered if she could succeed with Dorna’s mission that perhaps she could gain some additional amenities. The white bar of lye soap glistened in her hand like a valuable gem stone. She would be able to soap and rinse herself for the first time in weeks. Living as a caged girl had made her appreciate every nicety of civilization.

It wasn’t easy washing her hair over the hopper sink. She first wet her stringy, greasy locks and then lathered the suds in her hands. She applied the soap lather to her hair and massaged her scalp. Rinsing, she repeated the process. Rather than worry about trying to extend the life of the bar, she scrubbed herself generously. The idea in Anna’s mind was that she would succeed in her mission. With success would come other privileges. Failure wasn’t an option. She completing her ablutions and toweled herself. The clean smell of the towel and the soft wool of the blanket invigorated her. She took a luxurious moment to lie down and wrap herself in the clean wool blanket.

Anna permitted herself to daydream. Her first Master, Khalb0, visited her daily to ensure that she was fed. It was really an altruistic, human thing to do. Yet he didn’t allow her into his personal life; Dorna didn’t allow her many privileges. Anna thought that she was being very seductive, offering to dance for him or to masturbate in front of the cam for him. But this didn’t seem to elicit the desired response. Anna noted that Khalb0 was a “nice guy” nonetheless. She realized that she would never be a match for the android Jessica.

Anna rubbed her freshly washed body. Her skin was soft and her complexion blemish free. That is, as far as she could tell without a mirror. She felt her breasts, areolas, and nipples. Anna couldn’t resist stroking her clitoris and rubbing her pussy. Her fingers slipped into her vagina as she aroused herself. In the hallucination of her orgasm she was back in Oleg’s arms. She could still feel his hairy chest and still smell his masculine scene mingled with expensive cologne. Now everything was artificial, mechanical, surreal. She wished that Dave Khalbo had decided to take her as his real time human slave. How could he enjoy an android more than a living human woman? As she came she could remember Oleg’s thumb sliding into her rectum at the moment of their shared orgasm.

Chapter 12 – At the Wild Boar Inn.

*** Dorna has entered the chat room. ***

*** You have entered the Wild Boar Inn. Observe the rules. ***

sub_lara: ~ notices a mistress enter the tavern. ~

sub_lara: Greetings Mistress.

Dragon: Hello Dorna, welcome back.

Dorna: Vodka, chilled, on ice.

Dorna: Make sure that the ice is made from distilled water.

Dorna: Tap water ice sucks.

sub_lena: Right away Mistress Dorna.

Dorna: Where is that slut lena?

Dragon: lara is serving you, Lady Dorna.

Dorna: I want a girl at my feet.

Dragon: lara! Come tend to Lady Dorna.

sub_lena: ~ from kitchen ~

sub_lena: Yes, Master.

sub_lara: ~ makes a perfectly orchestrated transition and a ballet-like pirouette. She moves with the measured gait of tigress the huntress. Her motion through the time-space continuum is infinitely smooth. She moves to the wet bar as easily as an orchid petal blown by balmy breezes across a placid pond. ~

sub_lara: ~ looks over the various brands of Vodka: Taaka, Schmirnoff, Stolichnaya, ... Decides on Schmirnoff 100 and goes to the cupboard to fetch the perfect glass for the gorgeous Gorean Mistress. Spies one on a high shelf. Mounting a footstool, she reaches up. Her diaphanous, pellucid, gossamer, translucent crimson pongee silks rise to expose the glorious hemispheres of her toned and lean buttocks. Her gluteus maximus flexes wantonly and her tender perineum peeks slyly, stealing a glance from between lanky, lissome, lithesome inner thighs. ~

sub_lena: ~ moves with the trained gait of a world-class tennis player. Her brilliant brunette hair glistens with an iridescent sheen. Dark, mysterious, doe-like brown eyes are downcast in she approaches the beautiful Free Woman. ~

sub_lena: ~ white bodice and short silk skirt reveal a suntanned body with toned muscles beneath velvet skin. Neither tan lines nor panty lines spoil the perfect skin coloration. ~

sub_lena: May a girl approach and offer service, Mistress?

Dorna: about my feet girl.

sub_lena. Yes, Mistress.

sub_lena: ~ crawls to the lovely Mistress and assumes a fetal position about her feet.

sub_lara: ~ places ice, glasses, Schmirnoff one-hundred proof Vodka, slices of lime, lemon, and orange and some unsalted peanuts on the service tray. ~

sub_lena: ~ pads to the gorgeous Mistress as a jaguar on the prowl. Her feline form flexes with each carefully contemplated step. She bends her hour-glass waist and kneels before the Mistress, offering up the tray. ~

sub_lena: A girl prays that you will find the Vodka to your liking, Mistress.

Dorna: ~ pours a drink for herself and one for Dragon. Tosses in some ice cubes. ~

Dragon: Don’t mind if I do.

Dragon: :: takes a long drink. ::

Dorna: There is someone I want entertained here. Then I have an underground girl for him.

Dragon: We don’t do snuff.

Dorna: Not snuff, she’s caged.

Dragon: Very iffy.

Dorna: ~ proffers a fist full of double eagle twenty dollar gold pieces. ~

Dragon: Exceptions can be made.

Dragon: What is the screen name? Profile and dossier would help also. I will need a scout, a girl to invite him.

Dorna: He is Brian1138. Find him at Friends of Bill W.

Dragon: “Friends of Bill W?”

Dorna: Yes, moron.

Dragon: lara is my best. But, considering the circumstances, the innocent lena might be more successful.

Dorna: white silk? I will enjoy this. Let Brian deflower her!

Dragon: Dorna!

Dorna: Was a Jessica r/t?

Dragon: Deal.

sub_lena: ~ doe-like eyes look up begging mercy.

Dorna: Three holes.

Dragon: :: blinks::

Dragon: agreed.

sub_lena: ~ frowns, thinks of her rosette more than her pristine hymen. ~

*** Dorna has left the chat room. ***

Chapter 13 – The Ventral Striatum.

In the last decade of the Twentieth Century medical science documented a neural basis for moral and economic decision making. It was done via a “voting” between the ventral striatum (the center of the brain for basic pleasures and rewards) and the orbitofrontal cortex (where animal instincts and drives are balanced by cognitive processes for decision making). Each person has a distinct arrangement of cerebral arteries and veins. Mapped and studied, actual sensations of pleasure and pain can be induced by powerful, non-invasive external magnetic fields. The non-invasive use of powerful directed lines of magnetic force affects the iron in hemoglobin. Blood can be induced to flow into a region where it should be otherwise restricted. Blood could be caused to congest or experience odd laminar flow patterns if its non-Newtonian indices were altered. Since iron is subject to magnetic lines of force, it was only a matter of time until technology fell in the scene.

The technology was proven mathematically possible some time in advance. This is often the case. For example, physical optics for coherent light was postulated three hundred years before advent of the laser. Nuclear forces were known a hundred years before the first chain reaction was observed. The powerful, fine lines of magnetic force had to wait on the development of small, powerful electromagnets, capable of directing their magnetic energies. This is a future technology that could easily be extrapolated in the late Twentieth Century or in the early part of the Twenty-First Century.

Dorna entered the Spartan cell with the large VR rack. Anna knelt on the folded blanket awaiting her command. She had only experienced the incredible pleasure and passion of the rack a few times before. The thick VR suit, the body glove, was a new and exciting experience for her. This time Dorna had a few more items to tend to in preparation of placing Anna into the VR rack.

“Beside the toilet girl,” Dorna ordered. “head down, fold your legs beneath you, and raise you butt. You will be receiving an enema.”

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna answered. Anna pulled the chain behind her as she made her way across the room. She left the blanket behind, fearing that some accident might soil it. Beside the toilet, she lowered her head to the concrete floor and slid her hands behind her, spreading her cheeks.

Dorna applied liberal KY Jelly, water soluble, to Anna’s anus. The girl tried to relax, but could feel her sphincter muscles tighten. Her pubococcygeal muscles tighten and inside her vagina she felt some telltale dampness. Anna peeks over her sculptured shoulder as Dorna lifted some bag of liquid to a stand. Then she winced as she felt the nozzle of the enema slide into her rectum, stretching her anus. She had had enemas before, but none with such a large nozzle. She had to breathe deeply and accept the stream.

Anna felt her bowels swell with warm water. It seemed like forever before the enema was totally drained from the suspended bag. Anna felt her stomach swell. She struggled to keep her anus pinched tightly. Dorna told her to remove her hands from her glorious hemispheres and lie on her back. She was to massage her abdomen.

Anna did as commanded. She thought that she would burst. She pinched her buttocks tightly together. After what seemed like an eternity, Dorna motioned for the girl to sit on the toilet. She was glad to be able to empty her distended bowels. After she did her business, Dorna handed her some toilet paper. This was a treat. After she had wiped, she stood up and the toilet automatically flushed.

Anna was surprised that Dorna commanded her to bend over for a second enema. Again she felt the lubricant and the huge enema nozzle. This time she was slightly sore and the nozzle felt uncomfortable. Again she had to endure the influx of warm water and the eternal wait. Dorna made Anna wait with her head down, her derriere raised, and her cheeks spread for some fifteen minutes while holding the second enema.

Dorna carefully studied the effects on Anna’s anus. The sphincters flexed with the peristaltic undulations and nictitated, winking a wicked brown eye. She had tears in her azure blue eyes. At last Dorna ordered Anna to the toilet. The girl sat and had to wait for fifteen seconds before she could relax enough to allow defecation. She knew that she would be sore from this experience, more from the holding of the fluid than from the dilation by the nozzle.

Dorna led Anna to the VR rack. Again she put on the VR suit, first the pants then the shirt. Each time she was cuffed at the ankles before her black iron collar was removed. The gloves and socks were in place. Then Dorna put the cups over her beasts. At last Dorna brought out the saddle. Anna tried to relax as the colon tube eased into her rectum. After some delay, she was finally able to accept it. Then the vaginal insert and the uterine and urinary catheters were inserted and their indwelling tips filled. The VR helmet remained to be put on. Anna looked up with starry blue eyes and spoke.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Anna murmured. She was grateful that Dorna had exercised such patience with her. Then the voyage into the fantastic realm of computer virtual reality began.

The avatar was more lifelike than life. Anna was a perfect ‘droid girl. The ‘droid girls were fabulous young females who enjoyed dressing and behaving like androids. They shaved everywhere but their heads and creamed their skins to resemble the flawless, blemish-free artificial skin. They practiced a walk with steps of a precise gait and measure. They had a particular balance, never wobbling from side to side or swinging their arms too widely. They were a female art-form, not a military device.

The scene was a Russian nightclub. Anna didn’t recognize it, but the scenario was common. There were several avatars that looked familiar. Dorna was at the bar having a drink. A young man approached Anna. It didn’t take her but a second to recognize him. He was a young made man from the Russian Mafia. This was to be a night of wild partying and sexual excess.

The character behind the mask of the young man was an American youth wishing to vicariously enjoy the lifestyle of the Russian Mafia. Little did he know that Anna had been there already. The night began with him offering to buy her a drink and have her join him at his table. Anna thought the boy will silly; however, he was a paying cyber-customer. For sure he was probably on some VR rack as well. Why not enjoy herself? After all, reality was a cell where luxury was a bar of soap. She only was allowed toilet paper when she was having her enemas. Already Anna felt her vaginal juices swell. She was sure to please this young tyro.

After enjoying the effects of an alcoholic beverage and listening to some new-age jazz, Alex, the young player, suggested that they go to his room at the newly opened Cosmos hotel. Anna agreed and the two teleported there. In the room Alex told Anna to undress and call him “Boss.”