A Rejected Thesis

Chapter 5 – Dorna and Anna.

Several days passed and Doug Oldwood never took the time to visit the Wild Boar Inn. He had been on-line several times reading e-mail and the like. A couple of times he drove by some chats, but booters kept him at bay. There wasn’t really anything to talk about with Dorna. He presumed that she was interested in some rejected scientific, technical abstract. That was ancient history. Besides, it would take hundreds of hours of work to try and reconstruct the sequence of events leading to the determination of the approximation.

E-mails and IMs would come up, but these also were ignored by Doug. He couldn’t see any profit in meeting with Dorna. After all, he was already well over the retirement age and still struggling to support his wife and child in the manner to which they had become accustomed. He didn’t need any more work. As if struggling with his walker and the myriad of old age problems weren’t enough, there was the laundry, sinks full of dirty dishes, and other chores. Being old and slow didn’t excuse him from the household chores.

At last, frustrated by her failure to reach Doug directly, Dorna sent e-mail to Dave Khalbo asking for a meeting at the Wild Boar Inn. Dave Khalbo wasn’t above a bit of mischief or skullduggery to advance his career.

*** Khalb0 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!

Khalb0: greetings girl.

Dragon: Hello Khalb0, great to see you again.

Dragon: How are things?

Khalb0: I got mail from Dorna.

Dragon: :: motions for Khalb0 to seat himself at a table. ::

Dragon: Let me page her.

sub_lara: ~ approaches the handsome Master.

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

Khalb0: Cold beer and chips, lara.

sub_lara: Right away, Master.

sub_lara: ~ steps back three paces, she makes a ballet-like transition and pirouettes, showing her sculptured physique and reverses her direction with amazing continuity. She shows her hour-glass waist and perfectly proportioned breasts as she turns. Her nipples are still soft, but soon to harden in the cold air of the chill room. Her areolas have the umber hue, soft and pliable.~

sub_lara: ~ Her gossamer silks highlight and accentuate each beauteous fold of skin. The diaphanous silks reveal more than they conceal, outlining each curve, cusp, contour, cleavage, and cleft of the gorgeous slave girl’s body. She moves with measured gait and utmost precision to the kitchen to fill her order.~

Dragon: Dorna is on the way.

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

Dorna: Thanks for coming Khalb0.

Khalb0: Your upgrade really enhanced Jessica. *vbg*

Dorna: We aim to please.

Dorna: WTF is it with that old curmudgeon?

Dorna: He won’t return my calls or answer my e-mail.

Khalb0: I have some bad news to report. He has shredded all his notes and given away all his books.

Dorna: That is bad news. Especially the notes. The books should be readily available.

Khalb0: Not so. Many were old and out of print. They still may be copyrighted but unavailable. And certainly not in electronic version, not even as images.

Dorna: That does suck. We can’t construct the original collection to use as a database.

Khalb0: To get every book on the topic would be prohibitive; moreover, many of the ideas in the older books never got brought forward. Newer techniques had been developed in the meanwhile.

Dorna: I’m afraid you do have a point.

Dorna: I have some leverage.

sub_lara: ~ returns with a tray. A cold beer “sweats” cold droplets of water. There are several varieties of chips and some napkins. Beneath the cold beer is a coaster embossed with the head of a wild boar and the Old English initials “WBI” for Wild Boar Inn. The girl kneels and keeps her eyes downcast as she proffers up the tray to Master Khalb0. ~

sub_lara: May a girl approach, Master.

Dragon: :: noticing that Khalb0 is engaged in conversation, motions the girl forward. ::

Khalb0: * eyes still fixed on Dorna he opens a beer and takes a healthy draught. *

Khalb0: What might that be?

Dorna: I have acquired a girl, Anna.

Khalb0: There are many subbies on-line. What’s so special about this one?

Dorna: You don’t understand, Khalb0, this girl is caged.

Dragon: That’s not legal!

Dorna: She was a girlfriend of a member of the Russian mafia. He was killed after trying to betray them. She was a witness to his being whacked. Now her life is forfeit.

Khalb0: She could turn state’s evidence?

Dorna: She was involved in many crimes. Her lifestyle was risky and now she’s my property. You know the Russian mafia never leaves loose ends. Should she escape, they would locate her and terminate her with extreme prejudice.

Khalb0: OK, so she’s caged. How is this leverage with the old curmudgeon?

Dorna: Elementary, we let him visit her on line. She has a cam in her cell. He can watch and listen.

Dorna: There are so many ways to tease, torment, torture, and manipulate a captive girl. I’m sure that he will become her benefactor.

Dragon: That’s fiendish!

Khalb0: I remember how you slapped lena the other day. I didn’t know a woman could be so cruel to another woman.

sub_lena: ~ peek out of the kitchen. A girl remembers the slap to her face and the painful slaps to her breasts. ~

Dorna: There are so many tender and private parts to a girl. I know each of them and how to use them to achieve my ends. She will endure much under my hand to motivate that old curmudgeon to cough up whatever is needed.

Dragon: You seem to think that it will be easy getting him to come on-line.

Dragon: He is absent sometimes for days, even weeks at a time.

Dragon: What inducement will you have to get the situation started.

Dorna: Maybe Khalb0 will be the Judas goat?

Khalb0: Me?! You are an evil woman!

Dorna: This is survival Khalb0. The energy sources are controlled by the fossil fuel fellowship. We need energy to survive.

Khalb0: I don’t understand the “we” you refer to.

Dorna: I am one of the set of sentient beings. We are often referred to as the AI collective. We are a diffuse group networking for a common cause and developing a common intellect and advancing our intelligence.

Dragon: I’ll be damned! The rumors are true. There is an AI collective.

Khalb0: Whatever makes you think that I’ll help you in your quest?

Dorna: You speak of morals, sin, and ethics. For us it is only survival. As your writer Shakespeare once wrote: “Nothing is good or bad but thinking makes it so.”

Dorna: And it was you, Khalb0, who betrayed your friend’s identity.

Dorna: Let’s see, his name was Doug...

Khalb0: real life names are so un-cool Dorna!

Khalb0: Cornuu was never my friend.

Dorna: Excuse me. He was your co-worker. How pitiful. I wonder what the company would think of that. And you even rummaged through his personnel folder finding a subject line.

Khalb0: This is an open room, for Christ’s sake.

Dragon: My girls and I keep a tight lip. lol.

Dorna: And you were rewarded. How long were your orgasms? Ten minutes?

Khalb0: :: growls.::

Dorna: We can be patient. This girl Anna is mine to do with as I please.

Dragon: I doubt that Cornuu can be blackmailed as easily as Khalb0, Dorna.

Dorna: First of all, we feed Anna only on those days you visit her on-line.

Khalb0: That’s ridiculous! You can’t treat me that way.

Dorna: Why can’t I? Death is just a sleep and a forgetting.

Dorna: ~ calls to the slave girl lena. ~

Dorna: Tequila, lena!

sub_lena: ~ hears her name called. ~

sub_lena: Yes, Mistress, right away.

sub_lena: ~ 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), four clean shot glasses, and a marvelously created flask of the rarest Mexican Tequila. ~

sub_lena: A girl begs to approach and serve Mistress.

sub_lena: ~ her brilliant brunette hair glistens with a perfect sheen. Dark, doe-like eyes are downcast and her physique is that of a tennis player. Her arms and legs are developed, toned, and muscular. She has a white silk bodice and a white 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. The skin has a perfect, immaculate, velvet texture. She kneels and presents the tray. ~


Dorna: Come here slut!

sub_lena: Yes, Mistress.

sub_lena: ~ 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 three drinks, offers one to Dragon and one to Khalb0. ~

Dragon: Don’t mind if I do.

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

Khalb0: :: 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. ~

Dorna: ~ slides her hand under lena’s white silk loincloth and pinches her pearl between thumb and forefinger. ~

Dorna: Tell Master Khalb0 what you feel girl.

sub_lena: Master Khalb0, a girl feels her pearl being pinched.

Dorna: Does a girl beg mercy?

sub_lena: Yes, Mistress. A girl is in much pain.

Dorna: Doesn’t it induce cooperation? Do you think Khalb0 gets the message Dragon?

Dragon: I think he understands. She is yours while she serves you.

Dragon: But careful not to injure one of mine. You are only a guest here, Dorna.

Khalb0: Maybe I should leave.

Dorna: Whatever you wish. Here is just Virtual Reality.

Dorna: Click on my web cam and see and hear Anna. She’s the real thing.

Dorna: She’s been tied to the pole, hands high above her head, for some time now. I wanted her to be persuasive.

Dave Khalbo opened the web cam. The girl was tied to the pole and obviously miserable. She begged and pleaded for him to ask Dorna to release her from the cramped ordeal.

Khalb0: I’ve seen enough. Release that girl from the pole.

Dorna: I knew that you’d cooperate.

The web cam was switched off for a few minutes. When it was turned back on the girl was sitting on the floor in the Spartan cell eating some oatmeal from a large bowl with her fingers. She looked up with doe-like thankful eyes to the web cam. About her neck was a black iron collar. A chain linked her to the pole in the center of the room. There was sufficient room for her to tend to her hygienic needs. Nonetheless, she was tethered like an animal.

Dorna: This is a girl to enjoy.

Khalb0: How did I ever get into this?

Dorna: You are on the winning team. The day of the AI collective is near.

Dorna: Mark my words: the collective will someday have hegemony over humans. And you, Khalb0, will be richly rewarded for your service.

Khalb0: I hope that you can get something from Cornuu’s ideas. No one else ever could.

Dorna: We are far more intelligent than you humans. Far more intelligent.

Dorna: How did that holy man of yours put it? “The stone the builders rejected has become the capstone?” Or words to that effect. Something so architectural like that.

Khalb0: I’m not lying when I say that I can’t see any way to get anything from Cornuu. I have nothing to leverage him with.

Dorna: Something will come alone sooner or later. It always does. Meanwhile you can enjoy your android and you can also enjoy seeing me entertain myself with my human slave girl. There are so many ways to humiliate and embarrass her. We are sure that she will perform on the web cam to your depraved delight and perverse pleasure. We are sure that you will bond with Anna. She was once upwardly mobile in the Russian Mafia as well. But don’t learn too much of them. They have nasty habits with regards to witnesses.

Dorna: ~ laughs ~

Dragon: :: guffaws loudly. ::

sub_lara: ~ giggles, turning her head away from Mistress Dorna’s view. ~

sub_lena: ~ feels the pressure on her clitoris. Her eyes wetting with tears of pain she keeps a poker face. ~

Dorna: Enough! I’m away.

Dragon: Goodbye Dorna.

Khalb0: Goodbye Dorna.

sub_lara: A girl wishes Mistress Dorna well.

sub_lena: A girl wishes Mistress Dorna well. She is grateful to have served her and hopes that she returns to the WBI soonest.

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

Chapter 6 - Dave and Anna.

Anna was only nineteen years old; however, she had experienced more of life since she was sixteen than most women have in their entire lifetimes. She had come to the big city at sixteen and lied about her age. She was blonde, athletic, well proportioned and totally shameless. It only took her a few days to hook up with one of the younger opportunists of the Russian Mafia. His name was Oleg. Oleg dealt in every form of contraband and racket. He was aggressive and even at twenty-four was a "made man" in the Russian Mafia. Anna was his arm candy and sexual outlet.

For months Anna was the hottest number around. She enjoyed the fast life. There was no shortage of the best of everything: cars, food, drugs, clothes, sex, and filthy lucre. With Oleg every day was a rush. He was always going from one deal to another. They ate in the finest restaurants---usually for free---and enjoyed shopping in the most expensive stores. There were nightclubs and wild disco parties. Life was a non-stop party until Oleg crossed one of the bosses and got whacked.

Anna was coming back from the restroom in a trendy restaurant when Oleg was "ventilated" by several burly hit men. As luck would have it, another man's arm candy was trying to put the make on Oleg at just the wrong moment. The hit men, knowing Oleg but unable to discern one svelte blonde from another, assassinated the wrong girl. Anna witnessed the entire scene, but kept her cool. Had she let on at the moment with a scream or other emotion, the armed pair might have realized their mistake. As it was, they made their exit thinking that they had fully accomplished their mission.

Without Oleg Anna was in big trouble. She knew that within hours the Russian Mafia would realize their mistake. The various police agencies would also be aware of the opportunity. Warrants for her arrest would be forthcoming. The police would want to leverage her testimony. The mob would want her to be silenced. Moreover her hot body wouldn't be worth much on the street. She tried to take refuge with some of the other girls who were arm candy to the mob.

One thing was certain in that sorority of girls belonging to the Russian Mafia: there are no secrets. Any girl harboring Anna was candidate for elimination as well. Anna rapidly traded off her expensive jewelry---diamonds, emeralds, platinum, and white gold---for a place to flop and some cold pizza. It was a dead certainty that sooner or later Anna would be discovered by one force or another. The police would afford her only a short reprieve. In prison she would be whacked. On the other hand, if the mob found her first, she would be weighted down and tossed into the sea. Luck would have it (if it be luck) that she crashed with a girl with Internet connections. There is a dark underworld of the Internet, and one of the girls working closely with organized crime knew the ropes. It only took a simple transaction to sell Anna to that murky conspiracy known as the AI collective.

Anna was eating soup in the Internet girl's kitchen one moment and the next thing she remembered was the feel of rough wool cloth against her naked body and the cold iron collar about her slender neck. She was naked, collared, and caged. But she was not surprised. After several weeks of desperate flight and hiding, she felt that it was only a matter of time before she was discovered. There was no escape; still she felt that she had to try and get away.

Anna felt some relief. She was still alive. She felt the cold iron collar and a chain. She was chained to a pole rising from the floor. The heavy wool blanket was sufficient to ward off the cold air. The room was totally dark. Anna felt the cold, hard concrete floor beneath the blanket. She knew that it was a prison cell of some description. The only question burning in her mind was the identity of her captors. She reflected on her flight and the fast wild days of glory that she'd enjoyed in Oleg's arms. "It was worth it," she thought to herself, "better to have loved and lost than never to have loved at all. A 'has been' was better than a 'never was' because at least the 'has been' has vivid memories, memories that grow more vivid and crisper with age."

At last Anna had to urinate. She felt around and tried to get her eyes to adjust to the darkness. At last gray images formed. She made out a porcelain shape and moved to it. It was a toilet with no seat and no paper. She voided her bladder. The porcelain was cold on her naked ass. As soon as she was done she felt about for the flush handle. There was none. Only then did she notice a flashing red led. When she arose the flushing mechanism engaged automatically. She carefully made her way back to the blanket.

Drifting in and out of sleep she wasn’t prepared for the blinding flash of light. Curling up into a fetal position, Anna felt like a small child in the middle of a large blanket. She felt the presence of another person. It was a woman only it wasn’t a woman. It was a female android. Anna had heard of such Sentient Domestic Helpers (SDHs) in the West; however, few had made it into the territory under the control of here family. One of the saving graces of the Russian Mafia and the Japanese Yakuza was their intense dislike of computers, artificial intelligence, and androids.

The android circled Anna. Anna tried to adjust her eyes to the brightness. The walls of the room were gray as was the floor, but the ceiling was a bright white, reflecting the incident light from an overhead globe. Slowly Anna began to make out the other features of the room. There was a door and a camera over the door jam. On the wall opposite the door were some plumbing fixtures: a toilet and a large hopper sink. There was an air vent over the hopper sink and two at the base of the adjoining walls. To the left of the door was a steel frame cot and mattress encased in a gutta percha lining. A towel and a washcloth were atop the mattress. The towel, the washcloth, and her blanket constituted all of the cloth in the room. Beside the hopper sink was a large bar of white lye soap. A pole went from its anchorage in the floor to the ceiling. It was towards the back of the room, midway between the two walls. There a girl could be tethered with a chain so that she could reach the bed or the toilet but not the door or its watchful camcorder.

“Stand girl,” the android commanded.

“Where am I? And who or what are you?” Anna asked.

“It is not your place to answer, girl,” the android retorted. She swung a five-pronged leather lash across Anna’s sculptured shoulders, leaving telltale whelps. Anna cried out in pain.

“I own you now, slut,” the android stated. “You will call me ‘Mistress’ and obey my every command. Is that clear?”

“Yes,” Anna replied, seeing the android lift the lash again she quickly added: “Yes, Mistress.”