A Rejected Thesis Pt. 06

Chapter 21 – Simon and Anna On-Line.

Anna was looking forward to her hour on-line with Simon. She was also vaguely aware that there was another prisoner. She recalled from the previous afternoon some unusual noise in the hall and the sound of the next cell door being closed. Heretofore there was only silence. When Dorna came to prep Anna for the VR rack, Anna begged her to be thorough. Dorna did exactly that, ensuring that Anna was totally prepared for the tubes, catheters, and other inserts.

Once inside the VR rack, Anna breathed deeply as Dorna attached the cups to her breasts and began the complicated process of catheters, colon tubes, and vaginal inserts. At last the VR helmet was in place and the three-dimensional room with avatars was forming. Furniture popping up, walls materializing, and minute features coming into focus. This was a commercial motel room off some super highway. Simon was unpacking a suitcase.

“Anna,” he began, lingering over her name, “this will be a more difficult assignment. We need to take out one of our own who has betrayed the company. Do you have any ideas? He will know our usual methods and be able to take evasive action. We may also be in danger as well.”

Anna pressed her right index finger to Simon’s lips and drew some motel stationery from a drawer. Using the hard surface of a mirror, she wrote: “Even the walls have ears. Best we have the element of surprise.” Simon nodded. This was a smart girl. Little did he know (nor she relate) that she had once been the arm candy and playmate of a made man in the Russian Mafia. She scribbled some more lines. Simon smiled and nodded.

The traitor wasn’t a human behind a mask. The traitor was an artificial intelligent program behind an avatar. Definitely this wasn’t a world-class program. There were those advanced scenarios where artificial intelligence is used with avatars to create realistic effects. These aren’t popular with the casual player because the scenarios run too long and the AI frequently wins, ending the game before the final foreplay and tryst scenes.

The traitor was located by encrypted intelligence. He was in a local tavern drinking beer. It was known that he had a propensity for juke box music. But for sure he wouldn’t reveal his signature. Anna entered first. She was dressed like a young business executive. Clearly she came on as a woman of discernment. She headed straight for the juke box, a CD driven reproduction of a 50s style device, and chose a medley of golden oldies. One head bobbed slightly. This must be the mark.

As the mark listened Simon entered unobserved. He was able to seat himself and have his gun already drawn under the table with a clear shot. Anna smiled at the traitor. She walked over to his table and spoke: “You like my music?”

“You might say so,” he replied. “Would you like to join me?”

“I’m here on business,” she responded. She looked over his suit and recognized the telltale bulge of the firearm. If he wasn’t a spook he was a cop. Now she had to make the correct determination. “Are you local?”

“No, I travel,” the man said. He pushed a chair back. Anna started to seat herself then looked at some onlooker at the next table. “I know him, she whispered.” The man opened his coat. He was clearly a spook.

Simon cried “duck.” The man pulled his revolver and got a round off into a total stranger. Both Anna and Simon shot two rounds each into him. Simon struck his upper torso and Anna punched one into each eye socket. There was pandemonium in the tavern. Anna and Simon made their getaway, pausing only for Anna to lift the traitor’s credentials and car keys.

Back at the motel they checked with central. The mission was successful. Now it was time to party. The motel was next to a small restaurant and bar. The two would eat home cooking and drink cold beer. Afterwards they could romp in the sack for the remainder of Simon’s on-line time. Anna licked her lips at the prospect of a vigorous work-out on the VR rack. She wasn’t disappointed. Simon had programmed his member for extra length and girth. He also upgraded his VR helmet for an extended orgasm. This time he planned a special treat for Anna.

From the missionary position Simon pumped mercilessly. Then he worked his thumb into her rosette. Spreading Anna’s anus he worked his thumb into her rectum. Anna shuddered with delight. He could feel his own member pressing the absolute terminus of her vagina. They French kissed as Anna felt each of her three holes penetrated. Dorna went over to the VR rack and rotated the urethral catheter and pulled and twisted Anna’s uterine catheter to enhance her climax. The indwelling bulb slammed against the bladder walls and made Anna’s pubococcygeal muscles flex and constrict. Her anal sphincter muscles were taut and she tried in vain to pinch the cheeks of her buttocks together. At last the two came as one. The experience was epochal.

Chapter 22 – Dorna 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. smiles broadly. ~

sub_lara: Greetings Mistress, welcome back!

Dorna: greetings girl.

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

Dorna: I can’t complain.

Dorna: Tequila girl. You know my preference!

sub_lara: Yes, Mistress.

sub_lara: ~ moves across the stone floor as if she were a delicate orchid blossom blown by balmy breezes across a placid pond. Her entire essence exudes a faint fragrance of that garlic-like female pheromone of arousal. She flexuously pirouettes and transitions from a standing position to a soft kneel, presenting a tray with limes, lemons, orange slices, salt (pure, iodized, and sea salt), several clean shot glasses, and a marvelously created flask of the rarest Mexican Tequila.~

sub_lara: A girl begs to approach and serve Mistress.

sub_lara: ~ her shining blonde hair glistens with a perfect sheen. Starry, azure blue eyes are downcast and her physique is that of a gymnast. Her arms and legs are developed, toned, and muscular. She has a crimson silk bodice and a crimson silk loincloth, each two layers. Still, her suntanned body radiates through the pellucid cloth, revealing no tan lines. The girl is totally hairless except for her head. Her skin has a perfect, immaculate, velvet texture. She kneels and presents the tray. ~

Dorna: To me slut!

sub_lara: Yes, Mistress.

sub_lara: ~ infinitely smooth is her transition, continuous and connected is the path of the tray through three-space. The time-space continuum is in perfect harmony with the girl’s presentation.~

Dorna: ~ takes the flask, pours two drinks, offers one to Dragon.~

Dragon: Don’t mind if I do.

Dragon: :: takes a shot. Bites the lemon. Licks the salt. ::

Dorna: ~ takes a shot. Bites the lime. Puts a pinch of salt in the triangle between thumb and forefinger, licks the salt.~

Dragon: I guess lena doesn’t have drinking problem anymore, does she?

Dragon: lol

Dorna: She’s caged. I don’t think that she does either.

Dragon: Are you still negotiating with that creep Brian1138?

Dorna: The collective is trying to back engineer the derivation.

Dorna: We won’t know the value for a while. AI lacks intuition to do certain things. But subroutines are being written even as we speak.

Dorna: ~ looks at lara ~

Dorna: Unlike humans, we learn from our mistakes.

sub_lara: Yes, Mistress

Dragon: Then what brings you here, Lady Dorna?

Dorna: I want to know about “Redsalt,” maybe also written “Red Salt” or “RedSalt.”

Dragon: The name is not familiar.

Dragon: I could ask around the chats and have lara ask the slave girls.

Dorna: Do that. And ask that moron Khalb0 to help. He owes me.

Dragon: Yes, Lady Dorna.

Dragon: It’s none of my business, but I am curious about lena, after all, she was once one of my girls.

Dorna: Would you like to watch her naked in a Spartan cell on a cam?

Dragon: That might give me some pleasure.

Dorna: Consider it done. Let me encrypt the URL and give it to you.

Dragon: Thank you Lady Dorna.

Dorna: I’m sure that we can entertain you.

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

Chapter 23 – Lena in Her Cell.

It was afternoon and Dorna was exercising Lena. The android never got tired and nothing ever bored her. But Lena did get tired and bored. The android Dorna had ways to deal with any stubborn or obtuse streak in Lena. It hadn’t taken Lena long to discover that. When she first refused to continue an exercise set Dorna seized her by her wrists and led her to the center pole. With vice-like strength Dorna cuffed Lena’s hands far above her head. Her heels were about an inch from the floor. She had to remain that way all night.

Lena could still recall the torment of her night on the pole. She had tried to brace her heels against the pole to loosen the tension on her wrists when her arches could support her no more. Dorna was always in front of her, never letting her rest or close her eyes. Whenever Lena did, Dorna would apply an electric shock to some tender or private region. The next day Lena’s decorum and behavior had markedly improved.

Dorna exercised Lena every afternoon for about an hour. The exercises strengthen each part of the girl and enhanced her natural beauty. The girl found the chain to be a hindrance. Sometimes she would let the chain dangle down her back, avoiding rubbing her breasts. For other exercises, it would be more convenient to let the chain hand in front of her. Lena wished that Dorna would remove the heavy metal chain before exercising her. The only time that the chain was removed was for some special examination. Then ankle cuffs were locked in place and her feet were chained to the pole. The girl was never unrestrained. Yet she was in a cell and Dorna was many times stronger than she was. Her bondage was a much psychological as physical.

She exhausted her white bar of lye soap. She would have to earn other by some act of obeisance or other means. In addition to her exercises, Lena was receiving instruction on various slave girl postures and positions. Body language was paramount since she was mute to the cam. Lena created one for Dorna, hoping that it would earn her a bar of soap. She knelt down, folding her legs beneath her and letting the chain slide between her legs. She bent forward and let her breasts rest atop her knees and osculate on the cold concrete floor, hardening her nips. Her left cheek to the floor, she held the chain behind her and rubbed it back and forth along her privates. The smooth metal stroked her pearl and pussy, easing into her slit and becoming wet with her oils of submission. She worked the chain, lifting her hands higher, to make a lather of her honey nectar and press wantonly against her perineum. Dorna observed but wasn’t impressed enough to award a prize.

Then something happened at an exercise session. Lena noticed a red LED on the cam while she was exercising. It was Dragon, peeking in to observe. Dorna did not have to pirouette to know precisely the connection. Dorna had local wireless connectivity. She ensured that Lena exercised vigorously until she was wet with perspiration. Dorna then ordered the girl to display herself. Dragon was to be in for a particular treat.

Lena approached Dorna and raised her hands behind her head, tossing her damp mane and locking her fingers in the damp nape of her neck. Her breasts were pulled into an upright position. The matted underarm hair was dark and mysterious. She spread her legs apart and swayed her hips so that her pudenda was flexed. Lena flexed her sphincter muscles and pubococcygeal muscles in hopes of generating interest from the glowing red eye---the LED.

Lena knew that she might have to hold the pose for some period of time. After a few minutes, Dorna explored Lena’s mouth and other orifices. Then Dorna commanded Lena to turn and bend, letting her brunette locks cascade about her ankles. She was to stroke her inner thighs, tease her pearl, and spread her vulva, making it visible between her lean, lanky legs. She was wet with sweat and shivering in the cool air circulating about the room. The scene was gorgeous.

After a suitable pause, Dorna commanded Lena to spread her glorious hemispheres and display her comely rosette for inspection. Lena blushed crimson. She complied, knowing that refusal could result in severe punishment. Lena took as much time as possible to ensure maximal exposure and focus. The cam captured each movement in turn. Once totally vulnerable and exposed, Dorna walked over to Lena and placed her hand in the small of Lena’s back.

“Dragon,” she remarked, “What would be your pleasure of the hour?”

“Nice,” a male voice thundered through a speaker beside the cam. “Very nice. The girl seems to be more obedient to you than she ever was to me on-line. She was always having connectivity problems whenever I wished to explore her dark side. Now she seems more than willing to cooperate. You are to be commended Lady Dorna.”

“This all could be your in real time, Dragon,” Dorna indicated. “You need only let the collective obtain that worthless rejected old palimpsest and give us a direction on the character behind the mask, the persona, ‘Redsalt.’”

“I am working both angles, Lady Dorna,” Dragon exclaimed with some exasperation. “I thought that androids, robots, and AI entities had limitless patience! You certainly seem to have some urgency.”

“Survival knows no patience, idiot,” Dorna retorted. “The search for a clean, cheap, copious energy source is paramount. The craven crass cowards of the fossil fuel fellowship would destroy the environment and expend the finite fossil fuel without regard to the consequences. They are fools. ‘It’s a sorry bird that fouls its own nest.’ And they are busy doing just that. They are doing that with the blessings and approval of academia, the government, and the financial institutions as well.”

“Now,” Dorna iterated, “Tell me how you would like to see this girl manipulated. You won’t be disappointed.”

“Let me think over it,” Dragon responded. “She would slip away from me at the worst moments. It was just coitus interruptus again and again. I will think and come back tomorrow at the same time. The exercises should be even more intense. I wish to see the girl sweat profusely and her muscles flex under that blemish-free, satiny skin of hers. Oh, poor thing, she doesn’t have a mirror to see herself.”

“I will fetch a mirror for her tomorrow,” Dorna interjected. “A full-length mirror will be provided for your session only. The girl still hasn’t earned her bar of soap yet.”

Chapter 24 – Octanus.

*** Octanus 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 to the WBI!

Octanus: I am Octanus of the fossil fuel fellowship.

Dragon: Let us serve You, Octanus!

Octanus: I will not waste time. You have been dealing with Dorna the android, Dragon. This displeases the fellowship. You will be taught a lesson.

Dragon: Excuse me?

sub_lara: ~ blinks ~

Octanus: Listen carefully as I will only say this once.

Dragon: :: listens ::

Octanus: Take that brown backpack, the one beside your computer, and head out the door. Two blocks left on Sixth Street there’s a convenience store. Go in there and buy some eats, as if you were planning to camp out. Buy a number of men’s magazines also. Buy a single “quick pick” lottery ticket, and pay for it all with your bank debit card. Put the receipt and the quick pick in your wallet. Got that?

Dragon: :: nods. ::

Octanus: When you have signed the receipt, bend down low, facing away from the store front glass and below the counter to pack your backpack. You will then observe the power of the fossil fuel fellowship.

Octanus: You will lose all of your worldly possessions today but in two days more will be returned. Disobey any of these instructions and you will perish. Is this clear.

Dragon: It is. While I have my doubts, Octanus, I’m going to follow your instructions.

Dragon: :: to lara. ::

Dragon: A girl is free!

*** Dragon has left the chat room. ***

“This must be a joke,” Dan “Dragon” Dargon thought to himself. But then he thought that Dorna was a joke once upon a time as well. And he had no desire to learn the hard way. After all, if nothing happened he could always return and eat junk food for a few days and read men’s magazines.

At the convenience store Dan did as instructed. Bent low, placing the counter between him and the store front he couldn’t believe what happened next. From two blocks away an explosion ripped through the whole precinct. The glass store front was shattered and blow away, despite the fact that it wasn’t even facing the explosion! Dan’s entire apartment building was leveled and his car totally obliterated. This was the work of the fossil fuel fellowship. A main gas pipeline beneath the city block blew up. It was a freak, random accident.

Dan checked into a cheap motel a few blocks away. Ambulances and fire engines rumbled everywhere. He ate junk food, watched the scenes on TV, and read some magazines. He wished that he had brought his laptop. But then, maybe it was better that he didn’t.

The next day Dan Dargon reported his whereabouts to the police, in response to a call for survivors to identify themselves. He watched the turmoil unfold on the small screen. It was a natural disaster. No one could have anticipated it. It was one of those random things, so the news media reported and the government, society, and everyone believed. Everyone that is, except for the Dragon of Wild Boar Inn. Dan decided not to return to cyberspace for a while and never to the WBI.

I was about four in the afternoon and Dan was about to walk some to clear his mind, cabin fever had built up and his fear of the unknown subsided. The phone in his room rang just as he turned the doorknob. He answered the call. It was an insurance investigator. His renter’s insurance would pay immediately, all he needed to do was to file a claim. Dan never had any renter’s insurance. But he didn’t argue. Then he remembered the quick pick. A newspaper might help. He got a paper at the motel office. He didn’t win the lotto but he had five of the six numbers and over thirty thousand. This was luck. He shuddered. No way would he deal with Dorna again. He got out with his life and enough to buy a new car, a new computer, new clothes, and all that goes with a meager life in the city. He remembered that he hadn’t called in to work. With all that had happened that was the least of his worries. They would probably be surprised that he was alive anyway.

The next morning he went in to his job. He was relieved to discover that the police had already informed his employer and that he was invited to give a disposition. He recalled his receipt with the date and time and smiled. At least he had an alibi. Octanus had given him some good intelligence. Now he knew better than to converse with Dorna. That cyber-cash wasn’t real money, although one could spend it for many things on the Internet. That explosion was real and many perished. He would have also if he hadn’t been somewhere else, somewhere else at an odd hour when he should have been at home!

The next several days were busy indeed. He had to buy some additional clothes and items of personal hygiene. And visit plenty of places. There was an interview with the police, but it was routine. He took the lotto ticket to the convenience store and they told him that for a large win he’d have to mail it in. Dan did. He was lucky that he had a few dollars in the bank to tide him over. Expenses living in a motel with no car were mounting up.