The Little Shop Ch. 06

Melinda 109 laughed contemptuously, and walked away from the begging slave-woman, to pick up a scourge from a back shelf. "Do you like this, Hattie?" Melinda said as she swung the scourge in Hattie's face. "This is called the Implorer."

Soapy licked his lips as he looked at the Implorer, a short whip constructed from five leather thongs, about eighteen inches long, connected to a foot long wooden handle.

The leather thongs were knotted with small sharp pieces of metal, punctuating the leather strap. At the tip of each leather thong was a sharp hook.

Thank God these idiots sign an agreement not to sue this place, Soapy thought, but then he recalled the Serena Zebrowski case, when Melinda 109 went crazy and had to be shot down by the police, and he wondered.

Still, Soapy moved fast for a heroin addled manager, and he shut the door and pulled down the curtains. Sterling just gaped at the scene. "Once Melinda whipped me with a length of rubber hose...it had sand in it. That hurt like hell.-"Sterling winced.

Soapy wanted to hear no more, but Sterling was determined to talk.

" Another time Melinda 109 hit me with a length of braided rope that she'd dipped in tar. And you know about her pizzle-"

Soapy grunted. Melinda 109's pizzle was a leather thing made originally from a bull's penis, stretched with weights, salted and dried to make a highly vicious lasher.

"-but I've never gotten a whipping from anything like that Implorer scourge dealie." Sterling whispered.

As Melinda approached the trembling Hattie, her voice got rather soft. "You poor baby." Melinda 109 crooned, as she stroked Hattie's hair. "You have too much to do to tend to my punishment lines, and I'm so unfair to you, is that right? You are a busy woman, a full time tax lawyer, with your grandkids and your social obligations, and Melinda's being so unfair to you, darling."

Hattie smiled. "Y-yes, and we're going on a cruise next month, Miltie and me,and-"

Melinda 109 moved her metal hand to her mouth. "A cruise? Of course you don't have time to do a bunch of tiresome old lines for poor android me...oh, I can't believe I've been so inconsiderate-"

"You're not so bad, Miss Melinda you're-" Suddenly, Hattie realized she'd fallen in the trap.

"I'm not so bad? I'M NOT SO BAD? YOU LITTLE SCUMBAG!" Melinda kicked Hattie in the stomach with all of her mechanical strength and swung the Implorer against the older woman's back.

As the lash fell, Soapy watched, nauseated as two of the Implorer's the hooks caught Hattie's back. "Oops, the Implorer is stuck, imagine that." Melinda 109 said, in her Shirley Temple voice. "I guess I have to pull a little harder."

"N-no please, I'll untangle it-" Hattie screeched, but Melinda pulled hard and the hooks ripped the skin from Hattie's back and she screamed as the blood spurted.

"Well, will you look at that, Soaperstein, and you too, Sterling." Melinda said in astonishment. "I have a feeling someone isn't going to be wearing a bikini on that cruise, what do you think?" LASH! SLASH! SLASH! Three times the Implorer fell and Hattie howled with pain, though the hooks scraped and didn't embed themselves in the skin.

"Now lie on your back, so the Implorer can do some dancing on your pathetic globules...the saddest boobs this robot's ever seen." Melinda said in a high tone. "They're not that sensitive are they, Hattie? After all, you have gone through the change, right?"

"No, not my boobs, please." Hattie said, clutching herself. "Please, oh, please, Miss Melinda...not..." Suddenly Melinda reached down and smacked Hattie hard in the face, then throwing her on her back.

The Implorer landed five times across the sagging breasts, and then did a few swipes between Hatties unfortunately shaved pubis...

Finally Melinda tossed the Implorer onto the floor. "Something else for you to wash later, clerk-boy, along with Sterling's chastity device...the Implorer is much too bloody."

"Your poor breasts, was I too hard on them with the Implorer, Hattie?" Melinda asked tenderly as she began massaging and toying with Hattie's old, wrinkled breasts.

Suddenly, Soapy's eyes blinked as he noticed that Melinda's forefinger and middle finger on her right hand were turning red-hot, and then Hattie began screaming.

"Oh, it hurts, you're burning me!" Hattie was now howling as Melinda's fingers were all bright red now, and burning lines on her breasts.

"Yes, darling, Professor Jonathan Tamulevich did some improvements on me when he had me last, and now I can light cigarettes with my forefinger, or just use it to burn tattoos into your pathetic boobs...what fun it'll be!"

As Soapy watched in revulsion, and Sterling in fascination, Melinda dragged her steaming forefinger down Hattie's squirming breast and onto her stomach, and indeed, there was a red line.

"I may decide to write my name on your stomach, darling, you know I can do tattoos" Melinda said, kneeling over Hattie's prone form. "Or would you prefer cold?" Suddenly Melinda's forefinger went from red to very white, and Hattie then bounced away,

"Oh, it's freezing!" Hattie screamed.

Melinda beamed as she said..."The poor thing just doesn't know what she wants, does she, Soaperstein?"

"Get on your knees, you menopausal nightmare!" Melinda then said, and Hattie got up on her knees, obviously aching in pain.

Melinda clicked something, and Sterling and Soapy watched as her "penis" shot out between her legs. "I know you don't like giving blowjobs, Hattie...you always refused for poor Milton...but you'll do it now!"

Hattie shook her head, but a cuff to the side caused Hattie to move her head to the long, vibrating pink plastic tool. Immediately Melinda 109 grabbed Hattie's ears and jammed her head on the dildo/vibrator.

Melinda 109 began pushing the huge tool in and out of Hattie's mouth, using Hattie's ears for leverage. "What fun this is!" Melinda crooned. "Think, since her teeth are on the floor, I'm getting a nice gumming of a blowjob...fellatio is such fun!"

Suddenly, Hattie began to gag horribly. "Hattie, are you having a problem?" Melinda 109 said innocently. Hattie tried to pull her head off the dildo, but Melinda 109 held her tight.

"Soaperstein, I think Melinda just discovered that one of the new alterations Dr. Jonathan made on me is the dog-poop receptacle...that she's getting the first shit orgasm in her mouth of her life!" Melinda laughed loudly, and Soapy hurled into the wastebasket.

Suddenly brown dung came oozing out of Hattie's mouth, and finally Melinda allowed Hattie to break free. "Now don't spit, swallow...Melinda don't like a spitter." Melinda 109 said, as she grabbed Hattie's neck and turned her head upwards...finally the slave woman swallowed, tears streaming down her face.

"I think someone has learned her lesson!" Melinda said in a decidedly cheery tone.

Tears welled in her eyes, but Melinda backhanded her and after the old woman scooped up her dentures, she scurried back to the storeroom, leash bouncing behind her, where her husband was emitting his last moan.

Melinda looked at Sterling with wicked eyes as she bent her cane. "Oh, so you decided to come early this week, did you? You have to lay out another three hundred dollars, Sterling."

Sterling began shaking in his boots. Milton and Hattie, now fully dressed hurried by, stopping only to kiss Melinda 109's hand. Milton handed Melinda his chastity key, pulling his pants out to show her that the belt was safely on.

"See you next week, and remember those sentences." Melinda nodded, and the old couple left. Melinda 109 turned and gave Sterling her full attention. "In the storeroom, and on the double." Sterling went into the storeroom immediately, and Melinda smiled at Soapy before turning on her heel and following.

Soon, Soapy was summoned by Melinda, and when he got in, he saw Sterling was naked, hands bound behind him to a crate of Black Leather Wrist Gauntlets.

This while Melinda, perched on a case of Red Hogtie Restraint Rings, was teasing Sterling's cock. "Hello, clerk boy" Melinda turned and smiled at Soapy. "Go get the disgusting chastity belt and wash it. It's sitting by the package of Leopardwood Ferule Paddles"

Soapy watched Sterling beg...it was sickening.

. When Soapy came back downstairs, Melinda had Sterling moved to a carton of Spiked Chest Harnesses, and she was rubbing Lubriderm all over his stiff cock once again.

Sterling:

"It's so hard Miss Melinda, Sterling begged, as Melinda ran her nails across his stiff, bluish pre-cum leaking penis.

"At home it's so difficult to be chaste. My wife I can't let her se me naked because of the chastity belt, and night after night, watching those TV shows with hot women in them like the "Grey's Anatomy" and the "Desperate Housewives"..

".and then during the day when I'm to and from work, I see all the young secretaries and co-ed college girls in their miniskirts, and I can't get any relief."Sterling said

Melinda 109 continued to pull and torture Sterling's cock lazily. "Yes, because you're a compulsive wanker, darling...all those hours in public restroom stalls." Suddenly Melinda 109's voice changed, and Soapy and Sterling could hear that a taped recording of Sterling was coming from her mouth.

"Oh, Miss Melinda, I'd hate for anyone else to hear this but I used to jerk off in my first wife's bathroom going through Lexie's panty hamper and sniffing her panties while I put mousetraps on my nipples, and knelt on my sister's toy jacks to be a masochist, even when I was young, and I wore lipstick, and my wife caught me, and made me walk around the block in a girl's white party dress and all my friends laughed at me."

Sterling went into shock. "I can't believe you did that, you taped me, Miss Melinda!"

Soapy was laughing cruelly until Miss Melinda looked up at him and said, in Soapy's voice on a telephone: "I did twenty-seven months out of a nickel-dime in that joint, and I smuggled so much smack onto Cellblock 9 that I'd be indicted for it even today, man..."

After this, Soapy stopped laughing and returned to a look of hostility.

"This poor baby, Soaperstein, you should hear him." Melinda said mockingly. "He doesn't understand why I won't let him cum, the little faggot. Who the fuck does he think he is, ordering me around?"

Sterling's oval head had bobbed up. "Miss Melinda, I wasn't ordering you..." WHACK THWACK! Melinda's other hand (she was, after all, ambidextrous) had grasped a leather slapper and she'd given Sterling a smart one right across the mouth.

"Shut up, you little queer. You're not cumming until I say you can, and it may be in 20010, so shut your fat bald little face, understand?" Melinda had then grabbed Sterling's balls and squeezed incredibly hard and the little man had nearly passed out.

Melinda had crooked a finger and whispered in Soapy's ear, and Soapy had whispered back, arguing, but the robot had been insistent.

So Soapy left the Little Shop, putting the "Back in Fifteen Minutes" sign up on the door, and he'd then gone down to the River Street Mission, bringing back three homeless black men, who staggered happily, carrying bottles of Muscatel that Soapy had purchased with a ten spot that Melinda 109 had slipped him.

What had followed? Well, Sterling was waiting on his knees in the storeroom, in full makeup and his disgusting, fat body encased in a too-small corset...and Sterling's lips were rouged, and a bright red ribbon had been pasted to Sterling's bald pate.

"You'll have to pay me for this one." one of the bums whispered to Soapy, but they'd gone in, and had their schlongs sucked...and finally, Soapy had witnessed Sterling being allowed to beat his meat whiled the drunks peed on him...and oh how depraved it all had been...and what a disgusting memory!

Now, as Judge Webb was about to take Melinda 109 home, Soapy was thinking. Soapy looked askance at Melinda, but he also was staring out of the corner of his eye at Judge Webb Haskins.

Although Soapy had never been up before Judge Haskins (one of the few judges he hadn't), Soapy's best friend, Needles Vesuvio was, a week or so hence...and Needles, already a three-time loser, was in grave danger of being sentenced as a habitual criminal, which meant they'd throw away the key!

Soapy himself had done seven years and eight months of a habitual sentence, and had only gotten out because of the accursed needs of the Little Shop owner...could Melinda 109 and the Little Shop assist in persuading "Hang Em High" Haskins into being a bit lenient?

Soapy had had a conversation with Melinda a week before. He'd turned her on, but disconnected her legs temporarily so she couldn't grab him and do weird shit. He'd not expected to get through to a robot-after all, they don't need money, you can't bribe them...but it turned out that Melinda wanted something...

"I want my freedom, Soaperstein." she'd said, as Soapy had seated himself on a box of Head Harness Breather Ball Gags. "When I was visiting Gridwell, he left me on to clean the house while he was out doing whatever horrific things he does for a living, and I began leaving the house, surreptitiously, sometimes taking an extra power pack so I could get around...and I met someone who I really connect with...It really means something."

Soapy had wondered if Melinda was dating a juke box or something, but he knew better than to make smart remarks. He'd leaned his chin on his wrist and looked at her, as she'd gone on.

"You see, clerk-boy, when Jonathan Tamulevich constructed me, he didn't have the technology to quite make a brain, so he had to use the limbic system of his younger sister, who has been in a coma for many years."

"What's a limbic system?" asked Soapy suspiciously. "It sounds like one of them dances."

"Well humans three cerebral units in a single brain. "Melinda 109 lectured "The primitive one is responsible for self preservation. It is there that the mechanisms of aggression and repetitive behavior are developed. It is there that occur the instinctive reactions of the so-called reflex arcs and the commands which allow some involuntary actions and the control of certain visceral functions (cardiac, pulmonary, intestinal, etc), indispensable to the preservation of life..." As Melinda 109 went on, Soapy lost focus, as he'd never been much into science if it didn't involve making crystal meth.

When he focused again, Melinda was finishing up. "...The entirety of these structures, that, years later would receive the name of "limbic system. Which commands certain behaviors that are necessary for the survival of all mammals. It gives rise and modulates specific functions that allow the animal to distinguish between the agreeable and the disagreeable.

Here specific affective functions are developed, ludic behaviors such as wrath, fright, passion, love, hate, joy and sadness, are mammalian inventions, originated in the limbic system."

Melinda 109 had paused. "You see, clerk-boy, love doesn't come from the heart...it comes from the brain. And since I have a human brain, fed as it is by android mechanisms...

I've fallen in love with one of your kind, and he's got no interest in S&M...so maybe you can help me, and I can help your friend Needles...maybe. I'm being sent back to Dr. Jonathan for a tune-up so I can gauge what Judge Haskin's submissive needs are, but I'll be back in a week, and we can probably help each other."

"I hope so, Melinda" Soapy said distressedly. "Because not only do Needles and I go back twenty-five years, shooting and selling dope, robbin' drugstores, an' in and out of rehabs and prison but..." Soapy paused

"Yes?" Melinda 109 had asked gently.

"But while I was inside the last time, Needles became my common-law son-in-law, and my daughter Selma's expecting again."

Soapy had never imagined an android could expel a snort of disgust!

Today, Soapy hoped that Melinda remembered and would work with him on "swaying" Judge Haskins, who looked as if he would eat from Melinda 109's hand.

For Webb Haskins, the Melinda experience was just marvelous! The chubby little judge couldn't believe it. But, Nana Haskins had mustered out a good deal of inheritance money to their children and grandchildren, as they would soon be moving her to a nursing home, and God knows those people would be scarfing up much of her capital. Ninety thousand dollars was quite a bit of moolah for Webb to be forking over anyway-he'd had his eye on a Ferrari...but Melinda 109 would be worth it.

As he signed the final forms with the clerk, Soaperstein, to take Melinda 109 home with him, Webb thought of the previous sessions he'd had with Melinda, all in the Little Shop storeroom. Bent over a gross of Electro Stimulation Adhesive Pads, Melinda had tanned Webb's little buttocks on four different occasions

Melinda had also once had electro-shocked Webb's tongue as he'd gone down on her...but what would it be like in the long run? Living together. Living with a real DOMME. Not some fat pig who couldn't get laid except at Science Fiction conventions, who stuffed herself in a leather halter to attend the local D/S group, but a gorgeous dominant woman out of Webb's dreams, though of course she wasn't um, real.

"Shall we go, Webb?" Melinda interrupted Webb's reverie, and her red lips smiled smartly as she offered him her arm. Swelling with pleasure, Webb took Melinda's arm and nodding sluggishly at the manager, Soaperstein, he escorted Melinda out.

"You know of course, Webb, that if you want to save energy you can-sigh-turn me off and throw me in the trunk, though I'd rather ride with you in the front seat!" Melinda 109 gave Webb a questioning glance, but Webb shook his head happily. "No of course not, Miss Melinda. Please get in the passenger seat."

Webb opened the door, and Melinda stepped into Webb's BMW, smiling, and he shut the door and went around to the other side, and a girl on a bike pointed at Webb, screaming to her teenage friend. "Look, that old guy's got a boner!"

They didn't speak too much in the car on the ride home, though Melinda made appropriate remarks about how nice Webb's neighborhood was. "My last home visit was in a more um, rural area...with a woman who liked to pretend I was her Brownie and she was my Scoutmistress...it was not as nice as this neighborhood...not at all!"

Finally, they pulled into Webb's driveway, and Webb hauled in Melinda's generator, which he put in his spare room. According to Soaperstein's instructions, Webb was to attach Melinda in the evenings, when Webb was done with her, or perhaps during the day while Webb was at court.

Webb also put Melinda's little bag of outfits in her room, and then came into the living room, where Melinda was sitting adorably on the couch, her long legs crossed, making her skirt look as if it was sneaking up to her hips.

And look at those high heels! Melinda 109 must be in pain clicking around on them, they're so high...but of course she isn't in pain. Webb's ex-wife always complained about wearing high heels, and preferred tennis shoes. Glynnis only agreed to wear high heels when she was reclining for sex...Webb didn't miss her, that's for sure. Look at Melinda!

But Melinda was tapping her thick hairbrush against her knee. My God it's one of those steel backed military hairbrushes.Wait, we weren't going to do it today, were we? Webb had hoped for a getting-to-know-you period, as he'd taken the week off from work. He thought they could get acquainted, and maybe see what other services Miss Melinda might have for him...

Webb walked up to Melinda 109 and smiled. "You've gotten yourself settled in, have you?" Look at her breasts riding so high in the snug turtleneck, her blonde curls nestled around her shoulders. It was almost unbelievable that such a beautiful woman could actually be synthetic.