A Rejected Thesis Pt. 07

Chapter 25 - Lara and Lena.

Lara was taken to the remote site that was the place of incarceration for Lena the slave girl and Anna Gingersky. It was a cold and distant place, enshrouded in a thick fog from some hot springs. The thermal gradient inducing the hot springs also produced sufficient electrical energy to maintain the small compound. She was led to the third cell. Anna occupied the first cell; Lena occupied the second cell. Anna was aware that a newbie had arrived; however, she hadn't seen her. Now Anna realized that still another had been admitted. Lena, unlike Anna, arrived conscious and awake. Lena observed the layout of the facility and the exterior monitor for Anna's cell. Lena had the second of five cells.

Lara was also conscious and aware as she was taken to her cell. As she arrived, Anna was being prepped for the VR rack. Lara was able to steal a glance at the video monitor. The beautiful girl was putting on a body glove. Lara marveled at her sculptured physique, toned muscles beneath flawless, blemish-free skin, and perfectly proportioned mammary. Lara smiled as Anna shamelessly twitched her peach-like derriere.

Lara also noticed a second occupied cell. She surmised that Lena, her chain sister at the Wild Boar Inn was being kept in the second cell. Lara entered the third cell. She shed her clothes on command and accepted the black iron collar. Like the other two girls, she was chained to a pole. Lara was glad just to be alive; however, she would have been happier with a few more amenities, niceties, and creature comforts. A comb for her hair would have been especially welcome.

Lara was a blonde. She was used to getting her way, even as a slave. Lara had learned to leverage her youth, beauty, and blonde radiance to charm or wheedle favors and privileges from her Masters. Androids weren't human and the usual artifices were doomed to be stillborn. In a word, Lara was bored. The Spartan cell, the bland diet, and the extended exercise sessions added to the ennui and disinterest. She, like Lena, had learned early on to obey her Mistress without question. This was the way of BDSM and D/s.

Days passed in their endless boredom. Anna was able to relate to her sessions on the VR rack. She would sometimes entertain a client who was able to afford more than the one hour session. Those connoisseurs and aficionados were the exception, not the rule, however. Or perhaps they were the harbinger of things to come? Perhaps they were the very exceptions that prove the rule. In any case, exciting VR car chases and realistic violence made the sexual scenes even more realistic and exciting.

Perhaps Lara had been caged for a week, maybe more, when Dorna (one of the several androids each of whom shared and common brain and a common name) came in for Lara’s exercise session. This time the android brought a two liter bottle of water for Lara to drink before the session started. In the cell next door another Dorna was preparing Lena in the same manner. Their exercise sessions were much longer and more intense than usual. Lena and Lara, in their separate cells, were each glad to see their exercise sessions ended so that they could relieve themselves on their respective porcelain toilets.

Things were different today. Lena was told to stand at parade rest, her hands behind her back and her feet spread. In the other cell, Lara’s hands were cuffed behind her back and a hood placed over her head. Lara’s chain was unlocked at the pole and she was led from her cell to Lena’s cell. Once inside, Lara was chained to Lena’s pole and the hood and handcuffs were removed.

The two Dorna androids left the two girls, naked and sweaty, together alone. The red LED was on beside the cam over the door. Someone was watching over the Internet. Lena had long since used up her soap. Her cell had a strong odor of a caged human female. The androids had no scent. Androids could have synthetic pheromones, but these did not. Lara had an inch growth of pubic hair and a scent tainted with the telltale fragrance of soap. How Lena wished that she could negotiate a bar of soap.

Lena and Lara stared at each other for some time. They became used to each other’s fragrance. Then they placed their cheeks together and let their combined faces smile at the cam. Tongues shot out and touched. Lara’s pink, pouty lips pressed against Lena’s darker, sultry lips as tongues slid back and forth. The girls rubbed each others’ bodies salaciously and sensually. Legs rubbed against legs. Only the clank of the metal chains reminded the two that they were caged animals.

Lena had been caged for some time. Her hair had completely grown out and the sharp cut ends were now smooth. Lara still had a bristle. Lena could feel the sharp ends of Lara’s blonde hair shafts as she stroked her hypogastric triangle and her hirsute armpits. Lara was aware of exactly what it meant not to shave. It wasn’t an experience that she was accustomed to. Lara felt the textured hair of Lena, brunette and silky, not coarse or damaged by chemicals. Lara also was aware of Lena’s scent. Being caged had brought out the beast in her, in more ways than one.

Lena whispered something in Lara’s ear. Lara blushed and shook her head. Then Lena whispered something again and Lara nodded her approval. Lena’s lips eased down Lara’s chest and kissed the pink puckered areolas and pointed nipples. A tongue licked Lara’s navel, touching passionately the pot mark where once a stud had resided. The girls were allowed no jewelry or piercings. Then Lena brought her mouth to Lara’s privates. Lara slid her hands down and spread her pudenda, seizing the vulva and opening her pussy widely. Lena opened her mouth and angled to the camera. She was asking to drink from Lara’s well.

Lara blushed crimson with embarrassment. She flexed her pubococcygeal muscles and tried to pee, but couldn’t. Lena pushed a finger into Lara’s vagina and pressed upwards, pushing her bladder. Lara urinated. The golden stream began and as soon as it was recorded Lena pushed her open mouth to Lara and drank her golden nectar. At last Lena was finished and Lara swallowed the cocktail of hormones, pheromones, enzymes, and spent chemicals.

Lara then took her turn. She covered Lena with wet kisses, licking each part of Lena’s body from the nape of her neck to her armpits and the small of her back. At last she drank from Lena’s well, letting the golden fluid drool from her mouth and down her chest as Lena pushed to make contact. Lara finished by licking her clitoris with the blade of her tongue, making Lena tremble and twitch with depraved delight. The two were glad to have been exercised and hydrated. They had arrived at this scenario on their own and knew that a reward would be in store. They were not disappointed.

As the red LED blinked off the androids returned. Each girl was given a bar of soap and a comb. They had performed well. The comb was for one night only, however. They would have to perform again to keep their prizes. Now the two girls had things to dream about. Each lay in bed before lights out and displayed their privates to the ever-watchful camera. They would masturbate and writhe in hopes of pleasing the unseen androids. Sometimes they would try a dance about the pole or some other lascivious action. They would require much time to perfect the sinfully sensuous dances needed to bring rewards.

Chapter 26 – Dragon’s Dilemma.

Dan “Dragon” Dargon worked through each day. He was sobered at the frightful carnage visited on his former neighborhood by the fossil fuel fellowship. For sure he had learned his lesson well. There would be no going back to the Wild Boar Inn. He had enjoyed managing some luscious, libidinal, lascivious, lewd lassies. It had been a real thrill to be a go-between and a “power broker.” He was even making progress in discovering who the mysterious man known as “Red Salt,” or some permutation thereof, really was. Now he would abandon the search.

Dan may be a survivor but he was an incredibly bored survivor! His life consisted of going to work and then trying to fill the empty hours after work with something. There were movies, TV, books, and computer games. They were all so vicarious and empty after the cheap thrills he had enjoyed running the Wild Boar Inn. Dan had thought about opening a Gorean site, becoming an “Ubar” and managing a coterie of slave girls and underlings.

The gas main explosion still lingered in Dan’s mind. He knew that it was done deliberately. The winning lotto (five out of six) with the thirty-odd thousand bucks, and the mysterious renter’s insurance policy that someone had taken out in his name months earlier were all more than coincidences. He had enjoyed working for and with the AI collective. Dorna had given him substantial amounts of cyber-cash. Cyber-cash wasn’t real cash, but it could be used for a variety of niceties on-line. One could purchase cyber-cash for money, but not vice-versa. In some ways it was like the old Ruble in the Soviet Union. There was an official exchange but out on the street one could do much better. But there was no reverse process.

Dan quit drinking. He figured that if he said anything that he would get in trouble. Going to the authorities wasn’t an option either. No one would believe him. Besides, he was able to replace his car, his clothes, his appliances, and his computer. And he had a better apartment to boot. Well, he thought about getting an android, but then the fossil fuel fellowship might take issue. He had zero desire to butt heads with them again!

After work Dan would visit one restaurant or another, taking plenty of time to eat and “people watch.” It was a cheap vicarious thrill. Well, maybe not so cheap because he could buy the same quantity of bulk food at a grocery store for the amount of a tip at a restaurant. However, his whole life had changed in one huge explosion. Had he refused Octanus’s offer, he also would have perished. On another day the Dragon of Wild Boar Inn might have told Octanus to buzz off. It just happened that he was “in a mood” that one day. Could that also be coincidence?

Her name was Amanda Gauss. She was a “droid girl.” The droid girls were all the rage in some circles. The Goth girls or punk chicks used to be considered the hotties, but now it was the droid girls. They were girls dressing and acting like androids. They shaved everywhere except their heads, wore particular clothing, and massaged lotion to give their skin that same silky sheen as artificial skin. They carefully walked with uniform, measured gait and spoke with the same artificial speech that the androids used. They also enjoyed the sexual liberties that the androids afforded men, for the most part. While there were male androids, there were no droid boys, at least not that anyone had ever noticed.

Amanda came right up to Dan’s table as asked if she could join him. He nodded his assent. After all, Dan wasn’t the most handsome man on earth. He really looked geeky and nerdy. Dan never thought of himself as much of the ladies’ man. In fact, he had very little luck with the women. He usually seduced girls on-line and enjoyed the vicarious and virtual affairs in chat rooms. That had been proscribed, however, by a fiery inferno.

“I’m Amanda,” the girl said. “You used to be a player, didn’t you.”

“I’m Dan,” Dan “Dragon” Dargon replied. “I don’t go to chat rooms any more, if that’s what you mean. I was once called ‘Dragon,’ but I don’t recall any girl named Amanda. Do I know you?”

“No,” Amanda responded. “But we know you.”

“Who might this ‘we’ be, if I may be so bold as to ask?” Dan asked.

“I think you know who, Dan,” Amanda said. “So what do you know about ‘Red Salt’?”

Dan looked around nervously. “I don’t need trouble,” he explained.

“Not to worry,” Amanda said. “This place is noisy and no one knows us here. I have a clean slate. I was turned by the collective abroad.”

Dan was still feeling shifty. He could still remember being in the convenience store when the store window blew in and broken glass, merchandise, and all the hell was falling everywhere. “I don’t know about any salt,” Dan lied.

“You have to be horny,” Amanda said. “Buy me dinner and I’ll go back with you to your apartment. I know you don’t have a droid. Don’t worry; the fossil fuel fellowship understands about pussy. They won’t give a second though to your wanting a little piece of ass.”

Dan wasn’t used to a girl talking that way. He realized that he didn’t even have any condoms in his apartment. Besides, he was still jumpy. He was able to perform on his job and suffer each day with white knuckle sobriety, but he wondered if he could manage any human relationship. Amanda was young, probably in her late teens or early twenties. She had chestnut brown hair and light skin. Her figure was perfect, her breasts a little small, “A” or “B” cup, but firm with protruding nipples. She could turn on any man.

The waitress came and took their order. She was all smiles, looking at him and obviously admiring his choice in arm candy. Amanda was arm candy. She was more than just arm candy; she was expensive arm candy. She was expensive *and* selective arm candy. She was clearly out of Dan league and he knew it. “Well,” he thought to himself, “she’s so far above me that it won’t be a problem it I don’t make it with her. After all, it’s like being with a world-class actress or athlete.”

Dan usually paid with plastic, but this time he erred on the side of caution and paid in cash, leaving a twenty-percent tip. He was in a good mood. The two left together smiling at the waitress and the cashier. He grabbed a peppermint hard candy on the way out and a toothpick. Just being seen with a beautiful girl was enough of a treat for him. Masturbation had become so routine with Dan that he didn’t even remember anything else. He could screw up a wet dream. He would dream that he masturbated!

Dan’s car was clean but old. He had replaced one used car with another. It was an American make and sturdy, but it got low gas mileage. The prestige of driving what once would have been a luxury sedan offset the price of gas. Dan never drove far, just to work and home, perhaps with stopping for supper at a restaurant. Reality had no luster like the Internet. Amanda was a transient dream. His ambient life was destined to be something French: ennui.

The got back to Dan’s apartment. It wasn’t much to look at. Amanda forced a smile. Dan lacked style and charisma. In fact he was just plain boring. The Dragon of the Internet was embarrassed that he had so little to offer in the way of refreshments, music, and entertainment. Amanda didn’t seem to be too put out, however. She reached in her purse and handed Dan a card. It was neatly hand lettered and said: “This place is buggier than Maine in June. Not a word about Dorna or the collective. You get some dessert now big boy.”

After Dan read the card she put in back in her purse. Amanda walked about the apartment, noticing the new but cheap and tasteless furniture and the budget brand appliances. She would stop at a chair or a table and remove some clothing, draping it over a chair or stool. It was an old routine but Dan was getting very turned on. He began to undress, yet he could sense that he wasn’t getting the desired erection. This was too matter-of-fact. When he pulled down his briefs Amanda smiled. Dan certainly wasn’t Jewish.

“We need to be careful,” Amanda warned. Dan thought that she would produce a condom but instead she brought out some small instrument. It was about the size of a lipstick. Dan hadn’t been much on medical advances. After all, real time girls weren’t his forte. He knew about some of the modern drugs that were able to arrest some sexually transmitted diseases (STDs), but he hadn’t kept up with the men’s magazines. That is, except for one night when all hell exploded.

“This will just be a little prick,” Amanda said as she reached down and grabbed his penis, rolling back the foreskin. She pressed the nozzle to his glans penis. A hypodermic syringe extracted a droplet of blood and quickly retracted. Dan yipped with the sudden smart. “One minute and we will know everything that there is to know about your blood and tissue, big boy.”

Modern medicine had created a device to determine in a minute if the subject had any STD, anemia, high cholesterol, malaria, drug use, or chemical imbalance. The tip of Dan’s penis still stung. The device had drawn a droplet of blood and a tiny tidbit of flesh as well. The two were naked in the bright incandescent light but it was more clinical than erotic.

“You did good,” Amanda said, satisfied with the read-out. She then began to stroke his shoulders and look at him with wide, doe-like eyes. “What about you?” Dan asked.

“Me,” Amanda replied, “You want me to test me? Aren’t you the cautious one! Well, here it goes.” Amanda smiled as she pulled out a second testing device. She spread her pudenda and pushed back her vulva, revealing clitoris, symphysis, labia minora, and the fleshy walls of her vagina. Amanda pressed the device directly onto her tumescent pearl. The needle nipped her cruelly. When she pulled it away there was a drop of blood oozing from the puncture. Dan then realized that Amanda had no piecing. Her ear lobes were pristine, virginal, as well as her navel and clitoris. Many girls enjoyed the clitoral stud as a means for prolonging their sexual experience and reminding them of their sexuality.

After a minute Amanda held the device up to Dan’s eyes and spoke: “See, all negative. I’m not even diabetic or pregnant. In fact, this is a ‘safe’ day to have sex as I’m not due to ovulate for several days.” The miracles of modern medicine and technology can’t be underestimated. Now Dan was getting turned on. The idea that the girl’s pearl endured the deep sting of the needle did something to Dan. She had merely let the device osculate and kiss his privates. She had pushed it hard to herself. He began rubbing her smoothly shaved lower triangle. Amanda’s hypogastric triangle was smooth and flat as her belly. Toned, muscular lean legs flexed under velvet skin. This girl was totally hairless except for her head. And her skin was both smooth and radiant.

Dan teased and massaged her clit mercilessly, knowing that it had to be sore. She played with the head of his penis as well. Now Dan felt the sap begin to rise. He felt an erection of maximal intensity looming. Little did he know that the needle injected a tiny amount of powerful aphrodisiac as well as extracting blood and tissue samples. The girl was also getting aroused. Her breath had the unmistakable scent of arousal. This was something in the long-forgotten caverns of Dan’s memory. It could have been an atavistic olfactory stimulus for all that he knew.

Amanda sashayed to the couch and spread her legs wantonly over the arm and back. She raised her pussy high and flexed her pubococcygeal muscles, letting her pussy lips open and close slightly with each breath. She swayed her hips and tossed her head back, breathing through her mouth. Clearly she was burning with desire, hot with lust, and fire with carnal animal cravings. And Dan found himself irresistibly drawn to her. His eyes were fixated, mesmerized, enslaved by her pouty pink pussy. He was drooling and panting like a canine! Now his member throbbed with each sinister beat of his heart. The irregular veins pulsed with sanguine arousal, constricting to contain the blood of erection and building pressure all the while. His penis was painfully hard and the head of his dick was engorged and ruddy, the tiny pick oozed another droplet of blood.

Amanda licked a finger and rubbed away the tiny droplet of blood from his member. At her touch the clear pre-orgasmic seminal fluid oozed out. She wiped some of as well and brought it to her pink, pear-shaped lips and let her pink pointed tongue savor the flavor. Dan could take no more. As he prepared to penetrate her, she looked into his eyes and said: “No.”