A Rejected Thesis

“Better,” the android said. Then she explained some of the rules. “I am Dorna, a female android of the Sharon-series. You were sold to me. Don’t think that you can escapee or out-smart me. Escape is impossible. And, even if you did manage to get out of this cell, your associates in the Russian Mafia would terminate you with extreme prejudice. Is that all clear?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna replied.

“I know that you are hungry, girl,” Dorna continued. “I will bring you some food. You will kneel, sitting on your feet when you eat.”

Dorna left the cell, the heavy metal door closed behind her. Anna spread the dark brown wool blanket and folded it. She could see spots on it where she must have urinated while she was unconscious. Anna rubbed her face. She wished that she had a mirror. The sharp shafts of her underarm hair reminded her that it had been at least two days since she had shaved. She wanted to shave her armpits and legs and get cleaned up. She felt her sexy best when she was shaved everywhere except her head.

Dorna came back with a large bowl and a plastic water jug. The bowl was filled with steaming oatmeal mixed with some fruit bits and some nondescript poultry or fish. Anna awkwardly positioned herself and looked about for a spoon.

“A girl uses her fingers,” Dorna said.

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna replied. She was ravished and ate like a pig. Dorna merely observed the girl. When she was done Dorna ordered her to lick the bowl and slosh water into it, drinking the wash water. Then Dorna ordered Anna to consume all of the water. Anna obeyed. Dorna then told Anna to narrate her life history, beginning with the time and place of her birth.

The blue-eyed, blonde-haired nineteen-year-old Russian girl spoke at length. Her legs were becoming cramped sitting with her buttocks resting on her crossed feet. She wanted to shift her weight or cross her feet right over left to counter the left over right position. Yet she knew from the lash not to disobey the android or speak out of turn. Slowly Anna felt her bladder fill and her bowels as well. She begin to fidget involuntarily.

“Does a girl wish to relieve herself?” Dorna asked. Anna felt that she could see a wicked smile on Dorna’s face.

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna replied. “A girl is needing to relieve herself badly.”

“You will wait until I give permission,” Dorna commanded.

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna replied.

Dorna asked more and more questions of Anna. Anna could feel her bladder expand and at last she knew that she could hold her urine no longer.

“Mistress, please,” Anna begged. Dorna simply looked at her. Then spurts of urine trickled from her urethra and wet her milky lean inner thighs. Still Dorna would not give permission. Anna squirmed and tried to hold the flow but couldn’t. She made a mess on the floor. Still Dorna said nothing. Then Anna felt her bowels swell. She looked to Dorna with pitiful doe-like eyes.

“Go relieve yourself, girl,” Dorna commanded.

Anna wasted no time in reaching the toilet and emptying her bowels. She was unaccustomed to having to do so while facing another person. She realized that in this hell there would be no privacy. There also wasn’t any tissue. When Anna was done she let the toilet flush itself and went over to the large hopper sink. Splashing water over here carved ivory derriere she pretended that it was a bidet. Dorna went to the bed and took the washcloth. She cleaned up the urine and took it to the hopper sink, rinsing and wringing it out. This puzzled Anna. Why would Dorna the dominant do domestic chores? Dorna then gathered up the bowl and water jug and left the room. Again there was darkness and Anna inched her way back to the wool blanket and sank into a deep sleep.

In the following days Anna’s became routine. Dorna would turn on the light and enter the cell. Anna would kneel and let Dorna examine her teeth. Anna knew from the way that Dorna handled her that the android was vastly stronger than she was. In essence: “Resistance was futile.” Dorna had special modern dental devices. She would clean Anna’s teeth and make tiny laser repairs, inserting new enamel where needed. From time to time she would improve her dental work. Then ears and eyes would be checked.

Once Anna’s head and face had been examined, she went over to the bed and lay on her back. From her supine position she pulled her legs up, grabbing ankles with hands and spreading herself. Dorna used several special devices to examine the beauty. Anna’s privates were beauteous. She had a golden bush and a pink labia. Dorna would take a small catheter, lubricate it well, and insert it into Anna’s urethra. From a fiber optic connection she would examine the inside of Anna’s bladder. Once satisfied, Dorna then would insert the speculum into Anna’s vagina and another small catheter into the cervix of her womb. Once the catheter was in the uterus, Dorna would also view the organ’s inner surface with the fiber optic connector. Last but not least, Dorna would have Anna turn over, raise her buttocks, and spread her glorious hemispheres. Anna was embarrassed and humiliated to be forced to display herself. Not only did Dorna take her time to examine Anna’s rectum, she also made sure that each event was thoroughly recorded. Having mouth, teats, underarms, ears, pussy, and privates examined and video recorded every morning didn’t bother Anna so much. After all, she was beautiful. But she did resent having her rear end displayed and probed. Dorna used the silver bullet---the large proctoscope---to examine Anna.

It seemed like one day flowed into another. As Dorna would examine Anna, she could ask her questions about her health. Then while Anna was being fed and watered, Dorna would quiz her about her private life and life history. Dorna always made Anna squirm and suffer holding her urine each morning. Anna learned to beg to be allowed to relieve herself. Dorna would judge how convincing she was in determining the waiting period. Anna hated it when she wet herself.

One day was different and things were to change forever. It was in the late afternoon when Dorna came and shackled Anna to the pole, her hands high above her head. She was to remain that way over night. The next day someone would visit the cell on-line. Anna was about to acquire a Master, an unwilling master perhaps, but a master nonetheless. After a few hours Anna begged to be allowed to relax but Dorna insisted that she remain in position. She also would not be fed until the master inspected her. Dorna had a plan. The master for Anna would be none other than Dave Khalbo, known as Khalb0 on-line.

Chapter 7 – The Abstract.

“Master, should a girl connect You to Mistress Dorna’s URL now?” Jessica the android asked Dave Khalbo. Dave’s green eyes flashed and his pupils constricted. Dorna, a Sharon-series android, had a blue-eyed, blonde-haired girl named Anna Gingersky held prisoner in a Spartan cell. Dorna said, and Dave had every reason to believe her, that should he not log on to the URL and visit with Anna for a minute or two then Dorna would let the slave girl go hungry. Dave thought of going to the authorities; however, in a rash moment he had betrayed one of his co-workers. A real time name is so un-cool in a chat room.

It wasn’t all just “push.” Dave had to admit that he enjoyed seeing a beautiful young female kneeling before him in all her naked splendor. Anna was gorgeous. Her golden mane flowed gracefully over sculptured shoulders, reminding him of a crystal waterfall cascading over a pristine cliff in the early morning sunlight. Her fluid, flexuous flowing curves, contours, cleavages, and tender folds of skin were a delight to his eyes. The girl was caged (actually imprisoned in a cell and tethered with a chain) and her natural hair was growing in the places she would rather have shaved. There was a certain subtle attraction in observing the woman in her primitive state, wearing nothing except a black iron collar. The collar was chained to a post with enough play to allow Anna to reach the sink, the toilet, and her sleeping rack. The chain wasn’t long enough to allow her to reach the metal door of the camcorder over the door jam. For sure she wouldn’t have much luck opening the door; however, the camcorder’s solitary eye observed her every intimacy and personal moment.

Each and every morning Dorna was examined Anna and interview her. Dorna would select video clips from the probing, groping, and questioning and offer them in a small window for Dave, when he logged in to visit the chained girl. Usually he closed the small window without viewing; although, from time to time he would listen as Anna related some especially racy of risqué episode of her salad days with Oleg. Oleg, once of the Russian Mafia and now deceased, was once her lover. Dorna would always prompt Anna for details concerning the Russian Mafia. Anna had no choice but to answer. She already knew that her life would be worthless outside of her cell.

Anna’s possessions in the cell were few. She had one large dark brown wool blanket, which served both as her bed cover and as a place to kneel on the concrete floor while being questioned or fed. She had one cotton towel and one small cotton washcloth. The mattress on the bad was covered with a heavy gutta percha coating, making it both waterproof and hard to the touch.

Anna would always welcome Dave with sincere greetings. She was not allowed to speak unless permitted. If he spent any time with her, she would ask if he would like her to describe her morning session with Mistress Dorna. Anna was beginning to experience some sensory sexual arousal from the stainless steel speculum and the silver bullet---the stainless steel proctoscope---used for her daily examinations. She also had choreographed some salacious and suggestive dances for Dave. Her favorite was a dance about the pole. She always begged to be allowed to masturbate for her Master in hopes of currying his favor.

In the real world Dave made several unsuccessful attempts to pry facts about Doug Oldwood’s rejected thesis from him. After the third time that Dave had brought up the subject, Doug told him outright that he never wanted to hear of it again. Dave knew that his ticket to a relationship with Anna hinged on satisfying Dorna’s thirst for this obtuse mathematical aside. Things looked like top dead center. When Dave logged on, Anna wa anxious to tell him something.

“May a girl speak, Master?” Anna begged.

“Yes, girl,” Dave replied.

“Mistress Dorna is giving a girl weekends, Mster,” Anna related rejoicing. She was bubbly and effervescent.

Dave flashed a split-second of seriousness. Perhaps he felt a tinge of jealousy? He swallowed and responded. “I’m glad girl.”

Anna detailed how Dave’s regular visits had earned her special weekend privileges. There would be no body cavity searches or examinations and she would be given western-style food to eat and, most exciting of all, video games on Saturday and DVDs on Sunday. She quickly added that maybe Master Dave would make her happiness complete by joining her. She suggested gaming together, but Dave was cold to the idea. At last Anna pointed out a somber codicil. She would have to beg for her examinations each morning, Monday through Friday and thank Mistress Dorna, kissing her hands and feet, for honoring her with a complete inspection. Dave realized that after a two-day hiatus the girl would be tight. Monday’s wouldn’t be pleasant and Tuesdays she would be sore. Being probed and dilated every day had conditioned her sphincters, orifices, and tissues. Dave also knew that Dorna was leveraging something. He decided to change a conversation with Frank Fisch. Frank Fisch knew everything that happened in the company for decades. In the last dozen years or so, he had becoming almost non-productive. Still he had a memory for every detail. He knew perfectly who was sleeping with who and who was cheating on the time sheet.

It was Monday morning when Dave ran into Frank. The meeting appeared to be totally random and accidental to Frank.

“Frank, you’ve been around here the longest. What do you know of Doug’s rejected thesis?” Dave asked.

“Who don’t you ask him yourself?” Frank Fisch replied, answering one question with another question.

“He’s not talking,” Dave answered. Then in a low voice, not a whisper but clearly an aside, Dave continued: “I’m wanting to impress someone upstairs, you know?”

“Oh, certainly,” Frank responded. “Well, he did give me a courtesy copy of his abstract years ago. I don’t know if I still have it or not.”

“Please look,” Dave pleaded. “This is important.”

“No problem,” Frank said in agreement.

That evening Dave left Dorna a message telling her of the day’s events. The girl Anna seemed more quiet than usual in her session.

“How is a girl?” he asked.

“A girl is sore, Master,” she replied. “But also happy. A girl will gladly masturbate or dance for you.” Then Dave noticed the washcloth wedged between her thighs.

“What is it with the rag, girl?” Dave asked.

“A girl is having her period, Master,” Anna answered. “She uses this washcloth because there’s nothing else. A girl is not permitted Kotex, Master. From time to time she rinses it out and wrings it dry.” Dave hadn’t considered what feminine needs might be for a caged girl. She also had a strong scent; but he couldn’t discern that over the Internet. The prehistoric male would have been irresistibly aroused and attracted.

All-in-all Dave was pleased. He had a girl depending on him for her very existence and an android with an IQ of 190 anxious to satisfy her every physical, mental, and emotional need. The simple fact that he was making some progress on Doug’s rejected thesis made him feel secure that the status quo would continue for some time. Days passed and Frank wasn’t forthcoming with the e-mail. Dave was busy sucking up to management and attending corporate “love-ins” and “brownie sessions.” Then Anna had some news from him.

“May a girl speak, Master?” Anna begged. There was worry and urgency in her voice.

“Yes, girl,” Dave replied.

“This morning Mistress Dorna showed a girl some catheters, speculums, and proctoscopes. They were arranged in various sizes from the smallest to the largest. A girl was frightened when Mistress Dorna told her that each Monday she would be ‘advanced’ to the next size. Mistress Dorna said that only You could help, Master.” Anna was crying. It was so like Dorna to make the girl beg for something that she didn’t want. Dorna would show a close-up of Anna’s face when she was sore and having difficulty accepting the penetration of some device. Anna’s cheeks would be read and tears forming in her eyes as she pleaded to be penetrated. Dorna would instruct her to relax. Then the camera would show Dorna’s fingers gooey with lubricant paving the way for another attempt to insert a catheter, speculum, or proctoscope. Dave sought out Frank the next day.

“Hi, Frank,” Dave greeted him. “What’s up?” He didn’t want to sound too anxious.

“Oh, not much,” Frank replied. Grateful for attention from one of the “fair-haired lads,” Frank rattled on a while then exclaimed. “I found the e-mail. Forward it to you this morning already. It’s in you in-box, Dude!”

“Thanks,” Dave replied. He logged on and began reading. He slipped out a small memory module and captured the text. The article began by giving the closed-form expression of an approximation to a dimensionless fundamental physical constant. It then pointed out how the approximation was less that one-sigma larger than the observed, experimental value in 1986. Later another technique was used to determine the experimental value. The abstract indicated that the 1986 values employed Galilean constructs. The 1992 value was five-sigma greater than the 1986 value. A different process was employed in the calculation of the 1992 value. It was more theoretical and implicit. Thus the estimate was rejected for the reason it was five-sigma from the new observed value. A later experimental value was slightly less than the 1992 value but still five-sigma above the closed-form approximation. A vague reference in the abstract was made to an ellipsoid and a determinant of a complex-valued matrix.

Dave had hoped that his efforts had won the girl a reprieve from Dorna’s dilations. That night he logon on to see Anna kneeling and Dorna standing behind her.

“She can be your in r/t, Khalb0,” Dorna typed.

Dave had mixed emotions. His life wasn’t ready for a real-time slave girl. Besides, if the Russian Mafia found out her location, both of them would surely perish in a hail of bullets. That is, if they were lucky enough to enjoy a quick and relatively painless demise.

Dave Khalbo wanted Anna Gingersky. But where could be hit her into his compact busy existence? Besides, Jessica the android was a full-service model! Dorna offered him “an out,” however.

“That abstract was good, very good,” she said. Dorna was still standing behind Anna and stroking her golden tresses. Anna was clearly getting aroused. Her pink nipples were starting to stand up and her areolas were beginning to pucker. Already oils of submission lined her vulva with a milky white lather. “Just procure the article [behind the abstract] and she’ll be delivered.” Dorna smiled and Anna purred.

“I don’t see how,” Dave answered. The old curmudgeon who wrote it wasn’t negotiating. And Dave had nothing to leverage. Already the old farter was unable to manage on his walker and was coming to work in a wheelchair. Dave related these facts to Dorna.

“Offer him a droid!” Dorna exclaimed. She was obviously satisfied with her response. It seems so logical, something that artificial intelligence would pounce upon at once.

“The company won’t allow it,” Dave retorted. “They have so many old farters that any way to retire one is used. Besides (like so many others) he can only support his wife and kid by dying while employed. Talk about a lucky man! Off him and he dies with a smile on his withered, wilted, wrinkled, wretched, worn, wizened lips. That old curmudgeon is insured with the company group insurance. His ten-grand supplement costs him more that the hundred-grand basic policy!”

“Pshaw,” Dorna exclaimed. Looking down at the girl she issued a voice command: “Cum slut!”

“Yes, Mistress,” Anna replied. She began to writhe and tremble. Dorna had been training Anna to have orgasms and to juice on command. Anna’s pussy darkened to an ochre hue, sanguine with the congested blood of arousal, and her honey nectar oozed from her pouty pussy and streaked about lean, lanky, lissome thighs. The juice dribbled down and dripped from her buttocks onto the dark brown wool blanket beneath her. She would sleep in her own cum tonight and dream of being fucked by Oleg and enjoying her golden days in Moscow again. She rocked back and forth, her hands on her thighs. She longed to pleasure herself but obeyed her Mistress.

“We of the collective will study this abstract,” Dorna stated matter-of-factly. “It looks like it was either a product of extreme insight or trial-and-error. Trial-and-error we can manage. Soon we will self-program insight, intuition, and imagination. You did well to side with the winning team, Dave Khalbo.”

“I feel like a winner,” he responded. “This looks like a model. All models are wrong, but some are useful. All models---that is---except those in the Sunday supplement to the _LA Times_ newspaper, modeling lingerie or swimsuits.” Dave chuckled at his own joke.

“We see this as a possible avenue to ‘undo’ creation,” Dorna explained. “It’s like the universe was created asymmetric and the pair-production yielded many googolplexes of proton-electron pairs. Each proton was actually a positron folded into space. The formula to unfold this particle is in the equation. Now all we need to do is to find the proper non-linear driver to begin the unfolding sequence. Imagine what we can do with Anna to motivate you.”