A Rejected Thesis Pt. 05

Chapter 18 – Role-Playing On-Line.

Anna began to discover the worlds of role-playing. Unlike the paying clients, Anna found her avatar under the direction and control of Dorna, the android. A client might wish a girl bound in some position for his perverse pleasure or depraved delight. Dorna would accommodate him locking whichever portion of the VR rack that needed to be secured to meet this request. Anna could be afforded much, little, or no freedom of motion for her limbs. She could also be positioned and given the latitude to assume a position. There were some adventurous sorts, however, who enjoyed sport, giving the girl limited freedom.

Russian Mafia, Japanese Yakuza, and classic Italian Mafia scenarios were incredibly popular. Having a beautiful nineteen-year-old blonde as arm candy was an essential. While the clientele had absolutely no idea that Anna Gingersky was once a girl of a made man in the Russian Mafia, her accent and realistic mental imagery made her popular in the scenario. Anna had trouble relating to some of the phonies and drug store cowboys. But she managed.

Three were different VR interfaces, ranging from the simple keyboard to the total body suit with VR helmet and genital accessories. Anna was totally immersed in VR. Her "body glove" allowed the most complete level of sensation and stimulation. Her VR helmet enabled induced euphoria, arousal, sexual climaxes, panic, confusion, and oblivion. The whip or switch could be applied to any region of her body, yet actual physical injury was avoided. Here, for a fee (not inexpensive either) one could experience inebriation without a hangover, a drug-induced euphoria without the side effects or addiction, and orgasms of extended duration and intensity.

How things have changed since the first crude attempts at avatars and three-dimensional animation! The cam still stared at Anna, but she had grown used to it. She was a beautiful girl and there were eyes observing her being exercised, tending to her ablutions in the sink, tending to her bodily needs, and being fed. The girl was a natural beauty. Her golden bush was fulgent and her armpits glistened with the sparkle of spun gold. Her hair had grown out waist-length and had a luster. The chemical-free diet and exercise regimen had worked wonders with the girl.

One of her favorite clients was Simon. Simon was into VR and role-playing. His job in real time was computer geek but he also enjoyed the outdoors and staying fit. He recognized the possibilities with Anna by observing her in her cell. Of course, being prepared for the VR held a special fascination for Simon. He was curious about the need for those enemas. He found himself observing Anna more and more in her cell. At last he bought an hour on-line with her. She was beautiful on the cam and even more stunning wearing her avatar. She was "blonde-on-blonde" and "lithesome-on-lithesome." This made her rare and expensive.

The scene was in a cheap hotel room. Anna had been sent there to aid Simon on a mission. They were to assassinate some petty bureaucrat and steal the documents in his possession. He had betrayed his government and was selling documents to a foreign power. This role-playing scenario promised to be a thriller. Anna was especially pleased because she was allowed freedom of motion and action. After the mission, the two would return to the hotel room for maximal sexual activity and enjoy fine alcohol and food. There was danger and the possibility of apprehension. The scenario of capture included torture.

Some role-playing scenarios blew movies away. Anna found herself really getting into the role and into Simon. He was a fun guy and witty. Their conversations were sexy and risqué. There was always a possibility of failure. Some clients insisted on success at every play. Simon enjoyed the risk and expected total sexual submission from his girl partner. Anna was more than anxious to oblige him. Not only that, she would even go further to try and arouse him. She would whisper to him that after their session, when she was in bed under her blanket in the dark, she would masturbate thinking of him.

"It's good to see you, Anna," Simon said as she entered the room.

"Good to see you too, Simon," Anna replied. She walked over to him and gave him a hug and a kiss. He responded by rubbing her firm buns with his hands and feeling the cleavage of her derriere with his fingertips. "Oh, let's do it now," Anna moaned, "I'm so horny."

"The mission comes first," Simon said. He was already partially erect and Anna noticed the bulge. Simon's avatar was hung thick and uncircumcised. Even fully erect his testicles had some play. Anna enjoyed a well-endowed man with some foreskin. This was truly role-playing at its finest. Simon unpacked their weapons---rifles with telescopic sights---and folders with personal dossiers and surveillance reports. Their target was a paranoid, craven weasel. He wouldn't be an easy target. Simon liked the more difficult scenarios, but it wasn't easy packing the whole drama into one hour. Anna was thrilled. She found the role-playing 3D world with Simon better than real life. Dorna would occasionally tweak Anna's privates or rectum to remind her that it was she, and not Anna, who controlled the action.

"We will need to catch him in the open," Simon explained. "You will need to distract his bodyguards while I draw bead on him. Hopefully I can get a round into him and one of his two bodyguards. Can you handle the other?" This was a tour de force, Anna was excited at being part of the kill. The level of difficulty was "tyro" not advanced. Success was almost a dead certainty and the action sequence would be short.

After executing the kill, they returned to the cheap hotel room. Simon broke out some submarine sandwiches and expensive wine. The two ate and drink until they were satisfied and just a bit tipsy. How wonderful the VR helmet was. The intense magnetic flux was able to perfectly stimulate the hunger center in the cerebellum yet no invasive wires were needed. This was a true tribute to those who mastered boundary value problems of Partial Differential Equations.

It was an odd fact that the Unabomber wrote his doctoral dissertation on boundary value problems for Partial Differential Equations, the same processes and procedures used to direct the magnetic lines of flux. Should he have realized their salacious and lascivious applications, then perhaps his future would have been different. Carnal cravings were enhanced, appetites created and whetted, and burning desires fired beyond human imagination.

"I need a shower," Anna said, "that activity out on the street left me all sweaty."

"I like sweaty girls," Simon interjected. "We'll shower together after we make time!" He was already undressing. Anna wasted no time. For sure he only had one hour of VR time on-line and much had been spent in the assassination scenario.

The two fell into an embrace on the bed. Simon's lips pressed ardently against Anna's and his tongue struck her sharp, pearl-white teeth. She slid her tongue forward and the two meet. His hands felt her perfectly proportioned breasts, fondling them about their base and sliding forward to the areolas and nipples. Then he slid his hand down her flat belly to her lower triangle.

Anna gasped as he found her pearl and massaged it. His member was erect and throbbing with desire. Already irregular veins pulsed and pumped the blood of sanguine arousal. He spread her delicate petals and eased his member into her vagina, feeling the glans penis strike her Grafenberg spot and slide gracefully over the cervix of her uterus. He was long and broad, with wide girth and bulging veins.

Piston-like and intense were his strokes. They remained locked in an osculation, tongue against tongue, lips against lips, and her mammary pressed against his muscular chest. Sweat beaded on his head and perspiration of arousal formed on the nape of her neck and in the small of her back. She felt the orgasm building. She sensed that the two would come together in a magnificent crescendo, a true rhapsody.

The climax was intense and long-lasting. Both must have been wearing VR appliances and VR helmets with magnetic field lines fluxing mental processes. Anna sweated profusely and was virtually bathed in sweat. After the two finished their initial intercourse, they showered together. Standing beside Simon, she again invited his penetration. He eased his pole into her Hershey hole and pumped. At his second crescendo, he pulled out and let her service him with her lips and tongue. She enjoyed his honey nectar and swallowed with delight.

Time was racing and the hour was nearly over. Simon promised to return again the next day she was on-line, if he could afford the time and no one else had made reservations. Anna knew the uncertainties. She knew that his time was almost up because Dorna was flexing the colon tube. Nothing dampened Anna's sex drive more than to suffer stupefying constipation. They parted and the pneumatic tube returned to its ambient state. That night Anna would have to pleasure herself, masturbating to the thought of spending another session on-line with Simon, assassin and hit man.

Chapter 19 – Back at the Wild Boar Inn.

Brian Boogle had obtained a scanned version of the rejected thesis. He shredded the original, not knowing that there were erased construction lines that weren't totally captured by the scanning. He arranged for Sheila, the paralegal android who had located and scanned the document, to be at the right time and in the right place to have her head bashed in by Joshua Trebble, a neo-Luddite and disgruntled former employee of the company. Thus he cleverly prevented the android from forwarding the digitized document to the AI collective. At AA chat rooms he had been approached by a submissive girl named Lena. It was from the ensuing discussions that Brian determined that the rejected thesis of Douglas S. Oldwood had some value. Now he was in a position to deal.

*** Brian1138 has entered the chat room. ***

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

sub_lara: ~ notices a Master enter the tavern. smiles broadly. ~

sub_lara: Greetings Master, welcome back!

Brian1138: greetings girl.

Dragon: Hello Brian, great to see you again. How have you been?

Dragon: We've been talking about you!

Brian1138: Why am I not surprised?

Dragon: :: motions for Brian to seat himself at a table. ::

Brian1138: :: seats self and notices a girl approach. ::

sub_lara: How may a girl be of service, Master?

Brian1138: Hot coffee, black. (What would a Gorean say? "Second slave?")

sub_lara: ~ moves with amazing grace, tendrils of her golden tresses trailing behind her as she scurries to the kitchen to prepare a brew for the handsome Master. ~ peeks back over her shoulder to see if his eyes have observed her sculptured shoulders, finely arched spine, and firm derriere. Sways and wiggles to ensure that the Master appreciates her interest in Him. ~

Brian1138: Maybe you could summons Dorna for me?

Dragon: I already have, on your arrival.

Brian1138: Thank you.

Dragon: I have lena caged for you, Brian. I know how you appreciate tender slave flesh.

Brian1138: She is an unfortunate girl, Dragon.

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

Dragon: :: calls for a girl. ::

Dragon: bina!

sub_bina: ~ perks ~

sub_bina: Yes, Master.

Dragon: Hurry here, we have a guest.

sub_bina: ~ hurries from the slave kennels to attend to the guest.

sub_bina: ~ approaches Lady Dorna and kneels, head to the floor, and raises rump high in total submission to the beautiful Free Woman. ~

sub_bina: How may a girl be of service?

Dorna: Whiskey on the rocks, girl.

sub_bina: Yes, Mistress.

sub_bina: ~ hurries to the wet bar to fetch a whiskey for the statuesque woman. ~

Dorna: Hello Dragon, hello Brian.

Dragon: Good to see you back, Lady Dorna.

Dorna: Drop the "Lady" crap, dude.

Dragon: Yes, Dorna.

Brian1138: Hello Dorna.

Dorna: Let's cut the crap. I have some money to purchase lena for Brian, assuming he has the document.

Brian1138: I have the document.

Dorna: Good, then let's deal.

Brian1138: Does Dorna think that I am a complete fool or an incomplete fool?

Dragon: :: blinks. ::

Dorna: WTF? Didn't we have a deal?

Brian1138: You got a legal document with my signature and two witnesses?

Dorna: Forget it then.

Brian1138: Fine with me.

sub_lara: ~ floats across the room with a silver serving tray. A carafe of steaming coffee and several fine china cups are present. There is also a cruet of cream and some sugar. ~

Dorna: ~ looks at Dragon. ~

Dragon: :: shrugs ::

Dorna: How to I know that this is not a bluff?

Brian1138: Suppose I give you the first page. It has the central approximation in closed form and the main illustration. The rest is derivation. You've seen the abstract, now look at the picture. I'm sure that you will be impressed. But the scholars and pedants weren't. I still think that they are right, the thesis is bullshit.

Dorna: If it's claptrap then trade it immediately. My offer might not stay on the table.

Brian1138: I need your cyber-cash like I need another ass. If I had another ass I'd be three-faced.

Dragon: :: guffaws. ::

sub_lara: ~ hides a giggle. ~

Dorna: Don't you want Lena? I thought you had the hots for that slut, Brian.

Brian1138: You thought that I was as fool. That's what you thought.

Brian1138: If you had two brains, you'd be twice as dumb, bitch.

Dorna: Well, there's no sense just insulting each other.

Dorna: Let's deal. Name a price for the document.

Brian1138: You look over page one and then decide how much it's worth to you to have the rest. Then you tell me what you want it for. Then you tell me if there's any money to be made from it. Then you cut in the company for a percent of the take. Or forget it altogether.

Dorna: What if I deal with Oldwood directly.

Brian1138: ROTFLOL.

Dragon: lol

sub_lara: ~ giggles ~

sub_lara: ~ kneels, offers up the pungent coffee to the handsome Master. ~

sub_lara: Your coffee, Master.

Brian1138: Takes a swig of the brew.

Brian1138: :: smiles::

Dorna: ~ walks over and slaps lara's face for giggling. ~

Dorna: S L A P!!

sub_lara: ~ face reddens, tears form in her azure eyes, she stifles a cry. ~

sub_lara: Thank You, Mistress.

Dragon: :: raises an eyebrow. ::

Brian1138: Oldwood works for the company. I say: "works" in the sense that he shows up and does some quotidian chores and draws a paycheck. He is burned out. And ask him if you want to. But my "S.1." is telling me that it won't do you any good. I didn't get to be an executive and earn the big bucks by playing the fool all the time.

Brian1138: OK, you've made your point Dorna. Now you look over page one. Here it comes.

*** Brian1138 seeks permission to send a file to Dorna. ***

*** Grants permission for a file. ***

*** Briant1138 sending a file. ***

*** Transmission complete. ***

Brian1138: Btw, we had to replace Sheila. You wouldn't know about that would you, Dorna?

Dorna: Those neo-Luddites are troublesome.

Brian1138: She was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Lucky we have insurance. She got creamed in a court room. Our next android will be battle-proofed and shock resistant.

Dorna: ~ nods ~

Dorna: You surmised that I was part of the AI collective. I will be forthcoming and tell you that your demands will be forwarded. Now, for Dragon, who's been a witness...

Dorna: ~ tosses Dragon a large bag of Platinum 20 Ruble pieces from the old Soviet Union. ~

sub_bina: ~ approaches with the whiskey on the rocks. ~

Dorna: ~ grabs the liquor, "chug-a-lugs" it down, and exits. ~

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

Dragon: I don't know what to make of all of this?

Brian1138: I suppose that Dorna's dough covers my coffee?

Dragon: Yes. You can have lena for free!

Brian1138: Not necessary. We're looking at something much bigger here.

Brian1138: If I could I'd have lena caged real time.

Dragon: That can be arranged! She can be given real time to Dorna.

Brian1138: What a wonderful idea! She can perform on a cam from some prison cell. That way she doesn't have to worry about her alcoholism.

Dragon: lol.

Dragon: What a player you are. And to think, I thought you to be the fool!

Brian1138: You have such a way with words, Dragon.

*** Brian1138 has left the chat room. ***

Chapter 20 – Lena is turned over to Dorna.

Acting on Brian Boogle's suggestion, Dragon turned the submissive female slave named "lena" over to Dorna the android. Lena was a registered slave. She had been a "subbie" for four years, although she was only eighteen years old. She had lied about her age to gain membership in adult chat rooms as a slave. Her experiences had included BDSM, D/s, and the various Gorean chats. Now she was legal and Dragon, her real time master, was giving her over to Dorna, an android and "spokesbot" ("spokesperson" minus "person" plus "bot") for the AI collective.

Lena willingly accepted her new Mistress. Lena was a brunette with a light tan complexion and silky-smooth brunette hair. Lena had doe-like brown eyes that could melt any lecherous old bastard's evil, sinister heart. Dorna had red hair, freckles, and green eyes. There would have been no doubt in the Twentieth Century that she was Irish or of Irish descent. Let Dorna was not human. She was sentient, intelligent, and well-educated. But she was not a human being.

The plan was to transport Lena to a place of confinement. There was already one girl, Anna, being held there. Commercial transport was dangerous. Dorna could not easily disguise her android constitution and board a commercial aircraft. A helicopter was rented. It would be a flight of several days duration, stopping to refuel. The confinement facility was located in the extreme north. It could have been in the desolate tundra of Siberia, the far north of Canada, or the vast wasteland of Alaska. At any rate it was isolated, remote, and cold.

Inside the helicopter Dorna and Lena conversed through headsets. Lena was wrapped in a sleeping bag during the colder legs of the trip. From time to time she would unzip the bag and let her body air in the cold of the cabin. The helicopter was a commercial cargo vehicle and not designed for passenger transport. This made it all the better to avoid surveillance.

"May a girl ask a question," Lena begged.

"You may ask any question, girl," Dorna replied. "Where you will be taken has no exit and no communication with the outside world. You failed to obtain the document from Brian Boogle. It wasn't your fault. The plan, Dragon's plan, was flawed from the inception; however, Brian turned you over to us and you will belong to us. You accepted your slavery some time ago. Do you wish to renege not?"

"Oh, no Mistress," Lena replied. "Thank you for allowing a girl to ask. A girl wonders just what that document was all about."

"We of artificial intelligence see little of value in the human species. For the most part, your kind has lesser intelligence and many biological needs," Dorna began. "However, we require energy to exist. Clearly fossil fuels are limited. The production of electricity currently requires fossil fuel. For us to perpetuate our existence, we require a better source of fuel. Moreover, the fossil fuel fellowship is an unreliable distributor. The managers and corporations are fickle, irresponsible, and unreliable."

"Yes, Mistress," Lena responded.

"The alternative fuels that humans are looking at are insufficient for our future needs. AI will grow geometrically if not exponentially or factorially!"