A Rejected Thesis Pt. 09

Chapter 31 – Anna has a bad day.

It was one of Anna's days to be on the VR rack and Dorna was prepping her. Dorna paused and gave some additional instructions.

"You have an unusual client today, Anna," Dorna explained. "He is heavily into BDSM and D/s. We will have to use some additional devices for your session."

"Yes, Mistress," Anna replied. She was always afraid that someone into pain and control would discover her web site and pay for the privilege of using her on the VR rack. It looked like her nightmares were coming true. Dorna brought out some long thin strips with small button-like knobs on each end.

"These are switch stripes," Dorna explained. "They perfectly emulate the sting of a willow switch. But they are used with a virtual reality switch. The VR switch can curve and lash into any body cavity, as a girl will find out."

"Yes, Mistress," Anna shuddered as she replied.

Dorna started right below Anna's navel with the first strip. The button had a sticky skin glue to hold it in place. This would fit inside of the mesh of the body glove, so some interface considerations would be necessary. The body glove was basically a boundary for the girl, determining magnetic lines of flux by magnitude and direction as well as containing sensors, stimulators, and various inducers, chemical, electrical, and electromagnetic. Anna was already aware of special attachments. She had endured the cups on her breasts. The crotch piece with its indwelling catheters, tubes, and dildos was still another special device.

Dorna taped the strip down Anna's flat belly and through her hirsute hypogastric triangle. Dorna then spread Anna and pressed the strip along the inner mucus membrane of her vulva. Anna shivered at the thought. The strip continued until reaching her perineum. There Dorna secured the second button on Anna's secret veranda. A second strip was attached, this time on the other inner lip of Anna's pink pussy. All this fooling around was arousing Anna. She did not want to be aroused because these strips clearly were inducers of extreme pain when properly activated. Yet she could feel the walls of her vagina swell and her perspiration carry the pheromones of fear and arousal, twin emotions that she had come to understand. Being caged had allowed the girl to become conscious of human traits, sounds, scents, and body language lost in the mechanical, sterile world of modern society.

Dorna began with the third strip. This one started below Anna's navel and bisected her flat belly. Dorna spread Anna's petals and pressed the tape over her clitoris. She stopped at the opening of Anna's urethra and took a small knife. She split the tape and glued it to opposing sides of her meatus. Down Anna's symphysis Dorna stopped at her vagina. She used her fingers to insert the strip into Anna's love canal, crossing her G-spot and ending at the cervix of her womb. Anna flinched as Dorna pushed the second button, the terminus of the switch strip, past the mucus plug and into Anna's sacred sanctuary.

More strips were attached. From the small of Anna's back strips were laid out down the crack of her ass. Some serpentined about her rosette and others entered her rectum and returned to terminate at her perineum. Anna felt Dorna's nimble fingertips agilely placing strip after strip. Anna counted three in the front, one each side of her pussy and one down the absolute middle, and five about her rosette, some going deep into her bowels. One button was pushed deep into her large colon. Anna shuddered at the thought of what affliction that last switch strip might bring. Then she relaxed as Dorna continued to prep her in the usual manner.

Body glove, hand gloves and foot socks, breast covers, the complex appliance about her privates, and the VR helmet. Anna was now prepared on the VR rack. Dorna positioned her on her back and locked Anna in to the supine position. Then Dorna spread Anna's legs widely apart, exposing her in a VR pose as being totally vulnerable and unprotected. In only a few minutes the client appears.

Dressed in a black robe with vinyl gloves and a partial mask, Anna knew to expect the worst. In cyberspace they were in, of all places, Anna's own cell. She was strapped to a wooded rack with sturdy leather straps. All was as it was in real time except for the wooden rack. The mask covered the man's eyes, letting his mouth be free. In a thrice his lips kissed Anna's pink, puckered areolas. Strong masculine fingers kneaded her perfectly proportioned breasts. Anna was getting turned on. She was breathing deeply and felt the sweet perspiration of arousal co-mingle with the sour sweat of fear. She knew that this enjoyment was only a prelude to some sinister event.

"I am Rasputin," the man said. "A girl has been very naughty and it is my task to punish her for misbehaving."

"Yes, Master," Anna said to the VR helmet. Dorna was operating the controller and let the voice through. The timbre and tone were genuine and there was a strong undercurrent of both fear and excitement. The effect on the man was immediate. His lips and tongue found Anna's privates and her serviced her for some time. Anna purred and writhed in pleasure.

At last Rasputin pulled out a long, thin willow switch. This was the virtual reality switch that Dorna had told Anna of. Anna hoped that the device was a one-time-only appliance. Most devices of such ad hoc purpose usually were. The VR suit, gloves, socks, and helmet were made for multiple re-use. The were durable VR goods, wired into computer junction boxes. The transducers used on the strips were clearly remotely activated.

Rasputin spend a good deal of time stroking Anna from her navel down to her pussy and between her pussy lips to her secret veranda. Anna clinched her buttocks, but she could not protect the perineum. After massaging Anna for some time Rasputin slid the switch over its path. The first was to caress and kiss the right side of her vulva. He waited for the girl to exhale. She was holding her breath in dread. After a few moments she caught a shallow breath. Still Rasputin waited. He wanted her to exhale thoroughly, as she must when the carbon dioxide built up sufficiently in her lungs. She did. Before she could inhale again the switch struck.

Anna gasped. She screamed. She writhed. Dorna monitored Anna's pulse, EKG, EEC, blood pressure, galvanic skin response, and other biometrics. The girl struggled against her restraints. Panic reactions flashed through her cerebellum and medulla oblongata. Rasputin waited, enjoying the moment. After a few minutes she relaxed, exhausted. Then Rasputin traced the second path down her left pussy lip. Again he waited for her to breath normally. She was careful to measure each breath. After she inhaled his switch struck. Anna was caught off guard. She exhaled with a howl. Tears flooded her eyes and her armpits, the nape of her neck, and behind her knees were soaking. Anna's mouth was dry. She struggled to breathe; ragged short breaths and a pounding heart were all she could manage. She was begging release. Then Rasputin made the center strike.

She was talking when the switch made its mark. Across clit, urethra, and deep into a forbidden cavern, the virtual reality switch made a path impossible for a real device. The pain was incredible. The girl was drifting into darkness. Dorna hurried beside her and pulled off a glove and rubbed Anna's hand. Anna had to stay conscious to appreciate the total effect of the strike. Anna struggled back to Virtual Reality. Rasputin was totally erect. He penis was short and hard. It looked more like a broom handle than a member. While small in girth and length, as he penetrated her the hard surface against her swollen vagina was severe. She had been engorged often before with the sanguine arousal of desire, lust, and passion. She had never been swollen with pain. There was a mixture of pain and passion. Anna didn't purr, she growled as a virgin cat who was mounted for the first time.

Rasputin achieved his climax and stood aside. He lit a cigar and drank from a flask he had concealed in his black robe. He then positioned Anna prone, her derriere high, and bent her about her hourglass waist. The girl was holding her buttocks tightly together. She could only imagine the feeling that a switch could bring on her unprotected, vulnerable rosette. The idea that a stinging switch could somehow osculate wickedly into her rectum was unthinkable. Her cheeks were locked together so hard that her anus hurt. The VR tube was in place, she could not actually prevent the client's action. Rasputin seemed pleased that she was struggling.

In virtual reality Rasputin showed the girl a small disk. It was, he claimed, a device to activate her sympathetic nervous system and force her to relax her glorious hemispheres for his use and enjoyment. Anna begged mercy. Rasputin placed the device in the small of her back, directly above her cleavage. The girl felt the deep diathermia. She felt him spread her and she helplessly tried to regain control. He taped her cheeks apart and made four careful lines from the small of her back to her secret veranda. Anna knew that the fifth would be the finale.

"Beg girl for your punishment and it will be quick," Rasputin laughed. "Beg mercy and each strike will be postponed all the longer."

Anna made a face. She didn't want to beg for this. She knew that she would also have to thank her tormentor after each switch. It was an inner struggle. Rasputin slapped her ass to gain her attention. "Make up your mind girl."

"Please discipline a girl," Anna begged. The switch came down and began at her cleavage and crossed her rosette. She screamed and fought to stay conscious. Then she was able to rasp out a response: "Thank You, Master. Please discipline a girl again." A second switch blow fell. This one seems to circle her anus and slash into her vulva. Again she was able to thank her Master. Switches three and four came rapidly, Anna was too numbed to feel the pain at once. She knew that in a few minutes the full impact would strike her. Then Rasputin stopped and removed the diathermy device.

Anna was curious as to the next event. She was able to clench her cheeks again, but it was painful. Rasputin positioned Anna's hands to her derriere. She was to cooperate in holding herself apart for the finale. Anna felt her involuntary response. She knew that she would be forced to do this. Rasputin waited. Such an avoidance-approach reaction was the essence of intense psychology. Dorna was monitoring the girl's vital signs. Her inner struggle was intense. As she waited, more and more the sting and soreness from the switch strokes flooded her mind. She knew that she had to be strong and open herself for the final switch. This was the cruelest Master. Anna wondered how much he had had to pay for this visit. It would probably have been staggering. For sure he would watch her several days afterwards in her cell.

At last she was able to spread herself and hold a position. She tried to breathe and beg, but the words were raspy and airy. Rasputin smiled. "Make your voice melodic and sweet," he commanded. Anna breathed deeply and tried to imagine herself somewhere else. She thought of Oleg and Simon and fun places and fun times. She clenched her pubococcygeal muscles and the sphincter muscles of her vagina. At last she spoke like the true Angel of Lust: "Pleasure this slut with the kiss of Your switch, Master, she comes at the thought of Your pleasure." The path of pain ran almost immediately from the cleavage of her derriere deep into her bowels. Dorna flooded the body glove with cold water to ensure the girl's consciousness. Anna convulsed, she retched, unable to vomit on an empty stomach and inside a VR helmet, she twisted her head and pulled violently against her restraints. She could not manage to release her buttocks, however, as the reaction was so severe that she spread herself all the more. Rasputin was pleased. He masturbated in Virtual Reality. Dorna had never seen that happen before.

The session ended. All the VR material was removed and Anna didn't even notice a red mark or a bruise, except for the places that she had pulled against the restraints. The marvel of virtual reality and induced neural impulses was amazing. She felt as though she had been totally violated, raped, and punished severely. Rasputin was the devil. There could be no more evil, sinister, or sadistic being than him. Or could there? Who knows what evil lurks in the dark corridors of cyberspace? Who knows what miracles walk down the sublime corridors? In many ways they are one and the same. "Nothing is good or bad, but thinking makes it so," said William Shakespeare. Anna was fed, watered, and allowed to rest for a while. The red LED watched. She was incredibly sore and went to the hopper sink where she splashed cold water on her privates and rosette. Later there would be an exercise session. Only after she had been forced to exercise herself totally would she be allowed to rest. The red LED was on. Someone would be watching with interest. The cam was, after all, a cheap thrill. The VR rack was expensive entertainment.

Chapter 32 – Dan Dargon Gets Religion.

Dan came home from work and sat for a few minutes. He debated turning on the TV but decided against it. He was deeply troubled. One quick session with the droid girl Amanda Gauss and he was in deep trouble. She had given him an assignment. In the envelope she had given him was an instruction to locate and identify the person using the screen name of "Red Salt." Red Salt had written an article in a newsgroup that the AI collective had wanted to investigate.

Dan had had sex with Amanda. Amanda had approached him at a restaurant and flirted with him. She let him buy her supper and went home with him in his car. She removed her clothes and scattered them about his apartment, doing a salacious, sensual striptease. She lay back on the sofa, supine and exposed, and offered her hairless pussy to him. Then, at the precise moment he was prepared to penetrate her vagina with his erect penis, she said "no." She offered no resistance. In fact she was totally aroused and responsive. She didn't try to pull away or struggle. She just said "no."

The law was definite. Dan was guilty of rape. Amanda's promiscuity had nothing to do with the situation. The modern brain imaging could readily determine Dan's honesty. "Did she say 'no'?" would be the question. Dan would have to answer honestly. The old polygraph (lie detector) may have been 97% accurate, but it spawned false positives. The new neural imaging devices reduced the false positives to nearly zero while keeping the false negatives at 3%. More than just clearing a suspect, the new neural imaging lie detectors and DNA were able to apply forensics to a new plateau.

Dan had fallen into a trap. There was a seven year statute of limitations. If Amanda didn't file a complaint within seven years, Dan could forget it. So basically Dan was on the hook for seven years. Amanda might have had many such suckers in tow, but that didn't matter. The law was clearly on the side of the alleged rape victim. Dan was facing five years in prison for his sexually based felony. He had committed a "Class A" felony.

Dan was between a rock and a hard place. He felt that he had no place to turn. After all, the fossil fuel fellowship had blown away a city block, killings scores, and destroying homes, buildings, stores, cars, and the like with impunity. They did all that as a warning. Dan was grateful to have escaped with his life. He no longer owned a personal computer, a Parallel-Processing Personal Computer (P3C). And now he would have to do Amanda Gauss's bidding. Well, she had one of those "free" e-mail accounts. Dan could use the public computer at the library. He could search there and be careful, only having to worry about someone shoulder surfing him. Most of the users were children, very elderly, and homeless transients. He could manage that company.

Dan didn't go to restaurants much any more. He sure wouldn't chance letting any other woman in his apartment. It was way too risky. Many of the yuppies had androids instead of human companions. The typical California girl demanded the "basic five" from her consort. A male would generally have to agree to the "basic five" conditions for a girl in California. They were: (1) a new car full of gas, (2) plenty of cash money to spend, (3) no restrictions whatsoever on where she could go or what she could do, (4) no job at home or in an office, and (5) a husband who works all day and comes home to do the housework. The California girls considered their modest "basic five" to be the essence of sexual equality. This had been published in a Los Angeles magazine, for goodness sakes. It had to be true. It was in print.

Life for Dan was boring. Would he have to be a celibate cenobite for seven years just because some promiscuous provocateur had seduced him? It certainly seemed that way. No wonder the androids were so popular. They had a legal confidentially agreement, they did housework, and they never said "no." Dan could have killed himself for not backing away from Amanda. She was so gorgeous. He knew that she was out of his league from the first time he saw her in the restaurant. What a total and complete fool he had been!

Dan was making some progress. He wondered was there any hope for a rapist in California? He had committed a Class A felony. But biologically he was in the throws of animal passion. The sight of the shaved, toned, naked body of Amanda had pushed his libido into overdrive. No woman had ever come on to him before. He was a loser. He never did well with women. Now he was enslaved to the AI collective and in danger of extermination should he be caught by the ruthless fossil fuel fellowship. Then a wild, crazy idea flashed in his headbrain [sic].

"Forgive me Father for I have sinned," Dan "Dragon" Dargon told the priest at a confessional. He then related how he had raped Amanda and how his activities in the Wild Boar Inn had led to the terrible explosion and holocaust. The priest listened. How often had men come to know God through the discovery of their sinful selves? The priest pondered penance, deciding that Dan must recite the creed and the Lord's Prayer during the upcoming Mass. The church had already started to fill for the upcoming service. It was a fearsome penance.

Dan remembered his Goth years. Like so many Punk Rockers with Goth Girls, they were forced by parents to attend services of organized religion. The Goths would attend but their lips would never recite a creed or an "Our Father." That was the deal. It was suspected that Satan himself (or herself) was come as a priest quoting the scriptures. To deal with the devil incarnate, one must offer suitable oblations and sacrifices. The standard menu was to never speak the creed or the "Our Father" out loud. But one can only not say something when that same something is bound to be spoken. This was a point of Jesuit logic. The solution was that only when the creed was to be recited would the participant not recite it. This was a true contra-positive argument (an argument by contradiction).

Somehow Dan managed to sit on his bony derriere thought the unspeakably boring service and make his lecherous, lewd, libidinal, licentious, lascivious lips utter the required penance. Now he was stuck. But there was something to be said for the rote rituals of organized religion. One might argue from a psychological point of view that the AI collective had made a major miscalculation pushing Dan into a coenobitic celibate lifestyle. After all, one piece of ass is hardly worth seven years bad luck. The law may have been precise, exact, and plain. But the law ran totally contra to biological science and common sense. It was a result of the women's movement, pressing their demands for the "basic five" and other "rights" of womanhood.