The Possessed

Dianna started rubbing her clitoris with her right hand running her finger along her slit and spreading the thick creamy evidence of her excitement; however because of her pregnancy, Dianna had to reach around her swollen belly to touch herself and she found that she could reach her pussy only if she kept her legs spread wide and leaned forward slightly. In this position she could not see herself since her pregnant belly obscured her most private of areas.

Despite herself and her intense embarrassment, Dianna moaned in pleasure has she stroked her clitoris. She could not however rub herself as hard and fast as she wanted since her protruding belly interfered with her masturbation. Frustrated, Dianna found herself wiggling on her diaper as she shamefully stimulated herself in front of the other women. Her full bladder also hindered her efforts. In her current position, the full weight of her pregnancy pressed against her full bladder making her vulva ache under the pressure. In addition, her wiggling added to the discomfort, which only caused her to move around even more.

"You are a slut," said Laura "and what a show you are putting on for us: pregnant and masturbating shamefully in front of five other women! Are you enjoying masturbating for us?"

"Yes, Mistress," answered Dianna, completely humiliated.

"Tell us, how does it feel?"

"It feels so good, Mistress," said Dianna, moaning. "It feels so very good."

"Why were you masturbating, last night like a slut? You know you didn't have permission to touch yourself. Who gave you permission to play with your pussy?"

Embarrassed and humiliated beyond words, Dianna meekly answered, "No one, Mistress."

"Then why were you masturbating under your diaper? You know it's forbidden."

"I...I couldn't help myself, Mistress. I was dreaming and...and..." stammered Dianna.

"And what?" said Laura.

"I don't know..." began Dianna, still masturbating, sticking her fingers inside her vagina.

"You mean you don't know about masturbating? I find that hard to believe, watching you. You even have your fingers in your pussy!"

"No Mistress. I mean I don't know why," said Dianna close to tears and totally humiliated.

"Why seems very obvious to me," said Laura. "You're clearly a slut who can't control herself. Look at you! Your hands are all over your pussy. I bet you would like to come, in front of everyone, wouldn't you?"

"Yes Mistress, please give me permission to cum, please Mistress".

"I'm not sure you deserve to cum. You're sure not putting a lot of energy into it."

"Please Mistress let me cum. It's my belly, I can't...it's..."

"Its fat!" said Laura. "And that's exactly what you are, a fat slut! A good for nothing fat slut that sits around all day eating and getting fatter and then masturbating all night, without permission."

"Please Mistress, I need to come so bad, please give me permission to cum," pleaded Dianna, rubbing herself harder, and as fast as she could.

"I'm still not satisfied you deserve to cum, fat slut," said Laura. However, Laura knew that Dianna would cum soon, with or without permission. The professor had warned her that the slave would not be able to control herself in her current condition. In addition, Laura could no longer physically punish Dianna; it was too risky at this stage in her pregnancy. Laura watched Dianna closely seeing her struggle to maintain control. Tears began to fall from her eyes and she knew Dianna was only moments away from coming. Handing Phoebe an empty glass she said to Dianna, "What would you do for permission to cum?"

Starting to cry, Dianna said, "Anything Mistress, anything. Just please let me cum!"

"You will regret this," said Laura, "but as you wish. You have permission to cum now!" And to Phoebe she said, "Catch her pee in the glass!"

At the word 'now', Dianna's pussy exploded with an intense orgasm that swept downward through her spread thighs and upward over her pregnant belly. At the same time urine shot out of her urethral orifice, Laura having released the control device on her urethra. Dianna found herself urinating and coming simultaneously, the urine splattering everywhere due to her hands as she continued to masturbate.

Phoebe had hesitated at Laura's command, not understanding at first what her Mistress wanted. As the tattoos on Dianna's faced darkened, Phoebe saw the urine shoot out of Dianna's pussy splattering her thighs, belly, diaper, and the floor. Quickly bending down, Phoebe held out the glass and caught some of the urine as it splattered everywhere. Soon the glass was full, and Phoebe moved back, away from the messy flow.

Dianna continued her masturbation for about a minute or so, but even after she had stopped hot urine continued to flow out of her until she sat surrounded in a large puddle of yellow liquid. When she had finished, Dianna sat, drenched from her belly down in urine and breathing hard and completely spent by the intense sensations of urinating, crying, and having an orgasm at the same time. "What a disgusting fat slut!" Laura said. "And what a mess you made. You can't control yourself at all. That's one of the most disgusting things I've seen: coming and peeing at the same time!"

Dianna looked around completely humiliated and embarrassed by what she had done. Tears ran down her face and her head was spinning with the intense pleasure of the orgasm she had just had. Taking the glass of urine from Phoebe, she handed it to Dianna and said, "Here slut, drink this!"

Dianna took the glass but hesitated looking aghast at the warm liquid that just moments ago had been inside of her. "Well, what are you waiting for? You said you would do anything to cum. Drinking your own pee shouldn't bother a disgusting fat slut like yourself!"

Shocked, Dianna moved the glass to her lips and started to drink. She was frightened of Laura and what she might do to her if she didn't drink the urine. "That's right, drink every drop of it," commanded Laura. "And lick the glass when you're done!"

Dianna forced herself to drink the foul liquid, gulping it down and letting some of it spill so that it ran down her chin and onto her breasts. When the glass was empty, Dianna choked and coughed, the last bit of warm urine flowing over her lower lip and onto her large breasts.

"Disgusting; now pleasure these slaves, slut!" said Laura, pointing to Lisa, Phoebe and Candy.

Dianna, still coughing, rolled onto her hands and knees and crawled the short distance to where Phoebe and the others were sitting. Phoebe pulled up her tunic, spreading her legs and exposing her pussy. Dianna, crying kissed her vulva and began to pleasure her companion, her distended pregnant belly and breasts swinging slightly as she worked. Laura gave Phoebe permission to cum, and she climaxed almost immediately. When she was done, Dianna moved to Candy and then Lisa, repeating the process. The latter had not been changed and their pussies were soaked with urine that Dianna was forced to lick.

By the time she was finished, Dianna had stopped crying, but tears still flowed down her cheeks. Her face and body felt sticky and gummy from the urine that had started to dry, and the heavy pungent odor of pee filled the room. "Take these sluts to the changing room and clean them up," Laura commanded Phoebe.

Phoebe motioned to the other women, and after Candy and Lisa had helped Dianna to her feet, the four slaves left the room followed by Laura and Alex. After all four had showered, Phoebe put clean diapers on Lisa, Candy, and Dianna and the slaves returned to the recreation room. Without a word, Laura turned and left them. Exhausted and still upset, Dianna slumped into a chair and started crying softly. Phoebe knelt beside her and placing her left arm around the young woman began to comfort her.

Candy and Lisa looked silently at each other exchanging unhappy glances. Finally Lisa said, "How I hate that fucking bitch. How I hate her!"

"Me too," said Candy. Both women looked at each other somewhat surprised, having finally agreed on something.

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Erin, Pam, Kelly, June, and Stacy sat around the conference table in the great room. The women were engaged in idle conversation, waiting for Cathy to arrive. Cathy had informed Erin a few weeks ago that she had been granted a one-year sabbatical from the University where she was a professor in the virtual computing department and was coming to the ranch to spend some time. Erin had been delighted and had filled her in on current happenings. Privately, Erin was happy to have her old friend and lover to confide in; some of the recent information gleaned by Pam, Kelly, and June was troubling, to say the least, and Erin felt better having someone of Cathy's maturity and intelligence present to provide a more reasoned perspective and opinion.

"There you are!" said Kelly rising and rushing over to Cathy as she stepped into the great room.

"Finally!" exclaimed Cathy. The two women hugged and Cathy said, "I keep forgetting how far off the beaten path his place is. I thought I'd never get here!"

The other women laughed as each rose to greet the thin blond, short-haired professor. Erin was the last to reach Cathy and the two lovers kissed each other on the cheek as they embraced. "It's so good to see you!" said Erin. "I missed you."

"Me too," said Cathy.

"Have a seat," said Erin pointing to one of the chairs around the table. "Can I get you something?"

"A glass of iced tea would be great," said Cathy.

"Sure," said Erin, motioning to Stacy to bring refreshments for all of them. "So how are you?"

"Good," said Cathy. "Glad to get away for awhile too. It's been over seven years since I had a vacation. How are you?"

"OK," said Erin. "Busy."

"Yeah; what's happened since we last talked?"

"Lots," said Erin, taking a glass of tea from the tray Stacy had returned with. "Here," she said handing the glass to Cathy and taking another for herself.

"Well, fill me in!" said Cathy.

"Well a few weeks ago we found out that Zax had secluded their diapered slaves and resumed the menstrual cycle of at least one of them. Why we're not sure, though our best guess is they might be trying to harvest eggs."

"Yes," said Cathy nodding. Erin had told her this during their conversation a few days ago.

"Yesterday," Erin continued, "Stacy found that Zax is monitoring our net usage."

Cathy felt a slight tingle go down her spine. Monitoring net usage was a common and legal activity. Large corporations did this routinely for both marketing and production purposes. However, Zax's sudden interest in Varinia was too coincidental to be ignored. "Their IMO?" said Cathy, looking at Stacy.

"They are employing partial personas, specifically targeted to identify any inquiries made by us against Zax or any of their subsidiaries. In addition, they have placed sleepers on all our other traffic to correlate and report on all requested and received data for tie-ins to their organization," replied Stacy.

Cathy looked at the ex-slave and raised her eyebrows. Stacy was a voluptuous young woman with brown hair and eyes, large breasts, and thick thighs. She had a small but noticeable belly and her figure boarded on being plump. Cathy immediately recognized that she was a net-head, and a good one at that. "And the trace level?"

Stacy looked at the thin professor and blinked. Like most net-heads she didn't think much of academic types, novices, authority figures, and most everyone else who was not a net-head. Stacy did however like Erin (especially since she had been responsible for upgrading and expanding their net access) and she was enjoying her current 'assignment'. However, she was impressed by Cathy's questions and apparent knowledge. "Near-black," she answered.

Cathy sat back in her chair as if pushed by an invisible force, and stared straight ahead, a look of concern on her face.

"What?" Kelly said. "Can someone please explain this chatter? IMO? Sleepers? What's going on?"

Cathy blinked and looked at the other women at the table. Pam and June looked equally confused and stared at her, silently seconding Kelly's request for an explanation.

"IMO stands for Identifiable Method of Operation. As you well know, monitoring of net activity is legal as long as it's not done secretly. The IMO is the mechanism used for performing the monitoring," explained Cathy. "Most monitoring, although not overt, is usually easy to identify if the entity being monitored wishes to know about it. However Zax is employing partial personas and sleepers with a security level just shy of being undetectable. Partial personas are similar to the ordinary personas used in every day transactions. They're just virtual-counterparts of us except the partial versions are not as sophisticated. Sleepers are algorithms attached to data that accumulate and analyze information and report if some pre-defined criteria are met."

"So Zax is on to us, then?" said Kelly.

"Almost certainly," said Cathy.

"What can we do?" asked Pam.

"Legally we could ask them to stop," replied Cathy. "If the monitoring is persistent, a moratorium can be placed on all activity for thirty days or more. In some case the moratorium can be indefinite."

"That might not be wise," said Erin. "It shows we have something to hide, and besides that, Zax has enough resources that they probably would just get someone else to do their dirty work for them. We'll end up spending all our time trying to prevent them from monitoring us."

Cathy and Pam nodded in silent agreement. "What can we do then?" asked Kelly. "Clearly we can't just sit and do nothing."

"That might actually be the best course of action," said Cathy.

"How so?" said Pam.

"Well, if we continue to act as if we don't know we're being monitored, then Zax will most likely think we are oblivious to their snooping. We can use this to our advantage by controlling what information we access. We could also hide what we're interested in by examining a wide variety of information. This might confuse their sleeper algorithms and force them to guess where our real interests lie."

"Can you set up a strategy for requesting information that will obscure our true interests?" asked Erin.

"Yes. It shouldn't be too difficult. There are plenty of effective tried and true techniques available," said Cathy.

"Good. See what you can do after the meeting," said Erin. Changing subjects she continued, "I looked into the market for genetic materials and it turns out the market for human-eggs is quite lucrative. Assuming Zax could harvest one egg per month per slave they would be able to generate a tidy sum of income per year. However it would be by far their smallest source of income. To date, they have not sold any eggs on the open market." Turning to Kelly she said, "What did you find out on the legal side?"

"Legally, it seems any harvested eggs would be the property of Zax to do with as they pleased. As long as the eggs were collected properly, and the source disclosed, it's legal. Zax, through its subsidiaries, has the required technology and licenses, so essentially there are no impediments to their harvesting and selling the eggs."

"OK," said Erin. "June?"

"It seems Professor Fritz has a long and distinguished career in the area of primate biology and reproduction. She's published over two hundred papers on the subject. It appears however that recently her interests have shifted and she has been doing work on cloning. I found several papers written by her on this subject within the last year."

"Cloning?" said Erin. "You mean she's been doing research on cloning, with monkeys?" Cloning was a widely used technique in bio-engineering but its use was heavily controlled by law. Cloning of humans was illegal as well as cloning of most animals. The reasons had nothing to do with religion or morals but were purely practical. Duplicate humans posed serious security problems to the various government and financial institutions, and had potentially serious impacts on the genetic diversity of the species. Since modern technology provided other techniques for solving problems where outright cloning was useful, it was outlawed as both dangerous and unnecessary.

"Yes," said June. "Apparently she's done some full term experiments with chimpanzees. Her work was successful, but the animals were destroyed afterwards. It turns out she used chimps because they are genetically almost identical to humans."

Erin and the others looked at each other silently, each woman speculating on this new information. After a few moments Cathy said, "You don't think, Zax is actually trying to clone their diapered slaves, do you?"

"I don't know," said Erin, "but it might make more sense than trying to sell harvested eggs."

"But it's blatantly illegal," protested Cathy.

"Since when has that stopped Zax?" said Kelly.

"But why?" said Cathy. "What could they possibly hope to achieve that would be worth the risk?"

"I guess that's what we need to find out," said Erin.

The other women in the room looked at each other and nodded in agreement. "What's the latest from Kirsten?" asked Erin.

"Apparently, they have moved all of the equipment out of the infirmary that was brought in when the professor arrived," said Pam. "Kirsten thinks it may have been moved it into the area where the diapered slaves are. It seems that this part of the dungeon has been sealed off, and two of the slaves that were originally sent to accompany the diapered slaves have since returned. As you may remember, this is how we found out about Lisa's menstrual cycle being restored; the slave Rachel reported it to Kirsten upon her return. However two slaves remain in the secluded area with the diapered slaves: Phoebe and Larissa. Neither has been seen for at least two months."

"Not much to go on," said Erin.

"No," agreed Pam. "However, all the secrecy seems overkill if Zax was just interested in harvesting eggs."

The other women nodded, silently in agreement. "However, if what they were doing was illegal..." continued Pam, not completing the unfinished thought.

"Then, it would make more sense," said Cathy taking up where Pam had left off.

"Yes, it would," agreed Erin. "Well ladies, let's see what else we can find out. Kelly, see what else you can discover about cloning, from the legal side. June try to find out more on the cloning of humans. Pam, send a message to Kirsten. Let them know our latest thoughts; tell them to see if they can find out anything about what's happening in the part of the dungeon where the diapered slaves are. Stacy, work with Cathy to implement a strategy for hindering Zax's effort to monitor our net usage. Let's meet again in a few days."

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That evening Cathy lay on Erin's bed in the dark, her lover besides her; both women were awake having just finished having sex. Erin's love-making had been rough, reflecting her troubled mood. Using a flexible double ended dildo, she had penetrated Cathy's vagina as well as her own, until their clitoris's met. Thrusting rhythmically and hard, she had brought them both to climax several times.

Cathy was deeply in love with her old friend and their separation had only increased her longing to be with Erin. Unfortunately, her feelings were not completely reciprocated by Erin, and this weighed heavily on Cathy. After her last visit, Cathy had tried to stay away hoping that her intense feelings would subside. Intellectually, she knew that Erin would probably never reach the point where she had sufficiently recovered from her experience as a diapered slave to wed. Cathy knew that Erin was also in love. It was just that her experience had left her so scarred. And this left Cathy in a sort of limbo. She knew that her best course was to detach and find another mate. Emotionally however, Cathy loved Erin deeply, and her feelings had won out over her common sense. When her sabbatical had come up, Cathy had seized the opportunity to visit her lover, determined to help Erin put closure on her past, and persuade her to wed.