0 comments/ 7609 views/ 0 favorites Momoko Ch. 01 By: Taunus Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. * Albert Hand retired nearly ten years ago. Soon he will be celebrating his eightieth birthday. This achievement is fraught with fear and trepidation. When one reaches seventy, one receives Social Security, Medicare, and other benefits. When one reaches eighty, all government money (except burial expenses) expire. At that point only the wealthiest 0.01 percent can afford health insurance. The 99.99 percent who are not filthy rich either join the Four Score Society or become indigent "subsisters." The Four Score Society is a hospice providing temporary care for those over eighty. Each week there is a random drawing selecting those for euthanasia. To join the Four Score Society, one turns over all their assets for the brief respite. This whole situation came about as a result of the inevitable increase in the cost of caring for an ever-increasing aged population. Albert is by no means indigent. He has worked for forty years for the prestigious Syngass, Inc. Syngass converts coal into natural gas; moreover, the company safely incarcerates the impurities and unwanted by-products of manufacture. The mechanism for the conversion of coal relies on a plasma field. The energy required to sustain the plasma field seems excessive. At first glance, it seems impossible! But wait; there is a very high energy source. Sustaining the plasma field relies on a process known as Proton Decay. The mechanism of Proton Decay is a closely guarded industrial secret of Syngass. Florida is Albert Hand's state of residence. He chooses to reside in Florida since it does not tax his company pension or social security. Still, it is a Spartan existence. Much of Florida is owned by Chinese landlords and overlords. This situation occurred in the past when the United States of America was unable to sustain its deficit spending and burgeoning national debt. To satisfy creditor claims, the government of the USA enacted the China Reparations Act Proposition (CRAP), which turned over vast real estate holdings to China. This hand-over also resolved the South China Sea disputes with the Philippines ceding Palawan Island to China. The Proton Decay mechanism is the most guarded of all state secrets in the USA. There is a company, the Pro-K corporation, which controls the installation, maintenance, and disposal of the plasma reactors. Albert Hand has, after many years, become aware of many of the concepts involved in the plasma field. Charts, schematics, blueprints, and flow charts can be secured. The knowledge in one's mind is not so easily incarcerated and sequestered. Many countries have ample coal reserves. Coal is cheaper than all other energy sources, except possibly natural gas. The problem with coal-fired electric generation is the resulting pollution. Sulfur, a principal contaminant, can be "scrubbed" from the effluent smoke. Lead, Mercury, Thallium, and Arsenic are not so easily extracted. The plasma field takes the raw coal and creates natural gas while allowing the Sulfur and heavy metals to accumulate as ash. Correctly adjusting the plasma field "cracks" the coal. Water is collected as a gaseous by-product (steam) of the process. Without the plasma field technology, the pollution from coal-fired electric generators is insidious. It builds and infects the populace with a potpourri of malaises and ailments: Asthma, Bronchitis, COPD, Dermatitis, Eczema, &c. The acquisition of the secrets of Proton Decay is a clandestine priority. Having lost face with the international community resulting from the CRAP, the government of the USA is bound and determined to maintain its intellectual property rights on this matter. The Proton Decay technology allows the USA to maintain hegemony on energy. It is ten days until Albert Hand must turn over his real estate to the government under the CRAP. He is receiving countless phone calls. The Salvation Army, Disabled American Veterans, Good Will Industries, etc., etc., ad infinitum, ad nauseum. They all want donations of his furniture. His furniture is all Nara wood, by the way. He is confronted with either donating it or receiving the smallest fraction of its original value. Under the Reparations act, the government becomes heir to every man's or woman's property when he or she turns eighty. This is called the Qualitative Easement Tax (QET). There is a knock at the door. Albert is sluggish in answering it; it is probably some charity or another wanting a donation. With his days numbered in the Four Score Society, he is not in a giving mood. He opens the door and is face to face with a large oriental man and a petite girl. "Hello, let me introduce myself," the man in an expensive business suit says. "I am Lee Wai and this is one of my office assistants, Momoko. I have placed a bid on your property." "Well," Albert mutters, "Good to meet you Mr Wai, you too Momoko. I apologize for my attire and the messy state of affairs here. I have been bombarded by charities and government bureaucrats." "Call me 'Lee,' if you please," Lee Wai responds. "I will have the furniture out soon and the placed cleaned professionally," Albert assures his guest. "Oh, where are my manners? Do come in and take a seat." The three are seated and Albert inquires: "What brings you by? I thought that the 3D animated walk-through would suffice. Not to be rude, but I only have a few days to part with my personal property." "I understand that you were once a scientist with the Syngass conglomerate?" Lee Wai asks. Albert Hand guffaws: "Certainly you must be joking! When one retires, all his work is worth is whatever entitlement he receives. With Medicare and Social Security each taking a third of my income for the last ten years, I'm afraid that for work information the pickings are somewhere between little and none." "We understand that you worked with the plasma generated from Proton Decay?" Lee Wai asks. Albert frowns. "I have nothing left from there!" Albert retorts. "Everything that I had I left behind! Books, notes, drawings---even my college transcripts and diplomas. What value is education for one over seventy? Double that for one over eighty." "Besides," he continues, "where did you come by this information about me?" "We have come to make you a deal," Lee Wai explains. "Help us with the plasma field and you may stay in this house---or an equivalent---rent-free forever. And we pick up medical insurance and incidentals also." "Sounds too good to be true," Albert responds, "which means that it probably is." "Let me sweeten the deal even more," Lee Wai proposes, "Momoko here will serve as your homemaker and companion." Albert's mouth fell wide open. Momoko is a gorgeous girl. She looks so smart and preppy in her ironed white cotton blouse, plaid skirt, high socks, tennis shoes, and white cotton underwear. She has a robust school-girl look about her, albeit she is a college graduate in economics and twenty-one years old. "Go get your toy bag, Momoko," Lee Wai orders. She darts off. As soon as Momoko leaves the room, Albert speaks: "I could have been retired with extreme prejudice, Lee. The proprietary rights to the plasma field is absolutely top drawer. For sure I could be punished." "And that is worse than the Four Score Society or homeless and destitute on the street?" Lee Wai asks. "You do have a point," Albert agrees. "But, there are things worse than death. We know that you have only one relative---a brother---who is a drug addict and schizophrenic. His demise would not sway you. I presume you never married because of the difficult and demanding nature of your job. Now you have ten days until total oblivion---unless. You get my drift?" "I would appreciate a painless and comfortable demise," Albert interjects. "It doesn't take much imagination to realize that one may suffer muchly before passing, if done by an expert." "Momoko will ensure that you will not be taken," Lee Wai responds, "alive." Albert Hand sits back in his chair as Momoko returns with a black leather bag. "Model for us, Momoko," Lee Wai orders. Momoko blushes and stares at Lee Wai. The two men grin as Momoko turns her back and undresses. When she is left with only a white cotton bra and panties, she turns, facing the two men and asks: "Remove these as well?" "Yes," Lee Wai commands. Momoko obeys and fetches a collar and cuffs from the black leather bag. She puts the collar around her neck and cuffs on her wrists and ankles. Once in place she locks them and hands Lee Wai the key. She is stunning. Her silky-smooth soft raven hair cascades over her slender shoulders. Her pale skin is velvet to the touch. She has a toned physique, one which would cause Pygmalion, King of Syracuse, to cast aside his statuesque Galatea. Her oriental, almond eyes are on fire with passion and humiliation. She had never expected to be offered in such a crude, matter-of-fact manner. She felt more of a street slut than the expensive escort she is accustomed to. "Here, friend," Lee Wai says, offering Albert Hand Momoko Tau the tiny key. "So, I am sure and certain of my fate should I refuse your magnanimous offer," Albert remarks. "I see maybe a month more of life---life in a hospice that is. For sure it won't be dangerous or painful. Should Pro-K or Syngass get wind or my ratting them out, my life wouldn't be worth a plug nickel. But, it has been ten years. For sure, with no notes, books, or files, any sober man would assume that my learning is obsolete. I am 'out of sight, out of mind.' But still I am troubled." "I have forty years plus in the program of AA," Albert comments. "But what of my religion? I have been going to Mass for all these forty years." "Use Momoko as you deem fit," Lee Wai remarks. "Momoko, riding crop!" He orders. Momoko fetches a black leather riding crop from the black leather bag. She crawls on all fours with the quirt in her teeth. For sure she expects Lee Wai to whip her. "You see," Lee Wai continues: "For sure you won't remember all; however, you do know the basics and how that insane plasma field is generated. We can appreciate the road to power." Albert coughs. He does know that only the proton decay can produce gigavolts of energy. No chemical or nuclear fission can sustain the plasma field. Fusion is a possibility, but it has never been successfully used. Wearing nothing but a collar and cuffs, Momoko is stunning in her naked splendor. The ancient, long-dormant crass carnal craving and dark depraved desires foment and form in the lewd, libidinal, lecherous Id of the retied scientist. Such temptation is unbeatable. He feels the impulse. Oh, to remember the Impulse Response function from Laplace and Fourier transform theory. "I need books, books, a scientific computer, and...." Albert blurts forth. "It shall be done," Lee Wai states. He whacks Momoko on her buttocks once just to firm the deal. 29 October 2012 Momoko Ch. 02 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. * Three people are digesting their current state of affairs. There is a pause, a hiatus even, as they mull over the recent turn of events. Albert Hand realizes that he will have to review and reconsider his knowledge of the transformation of coal into natural gas. Lee Wai thinks about providing the scientific and technical support as well as how his assistant, Momoko Tau, will perform in her new caregiver role with Albert. Momoko, on the other hand, suddenly finds herself assuming a new role as a homemaker and maid to an old man. She is used to entertaining young, robust, up-and-coming corporate executives. The idea of languishing in a middle-class residence under the thumb of some hoary old curmudgeon is less than appetizing. Albert is seated on a recliner. He is wearing blue jeans, a T-shirt, the usual undergarments (briefs and socks), and Nike(tm) tennis shoes. Lee Wai is, per usual, wearing an expensive and stylish business suit. He has a riding crop in his right hand and is seated on the sofa. Beside him is Momoko, in a "doggie" position on all fours. She is still smarting from the swat on her derriere from the riding crop. Momoko is naked, except for a steel collar and cuffs, ankle and wrist. The silence is deafening. Finally, Lee Wai, acting authoritatively, speaks: "Momoko, get dressed and retrieve your suitcase from the car!" She quickly puts on her school-girl ensemble and hurries out to fetch her belongings. While she is away, Albert avails himself of the opportunity to speak directly to Lee Wai: "Lee, I am a church-going, law-abiding citizen. Momoko is pure temptation for me. I will say honestly that without technical and personal support there is no way that I could attempt to explain the complex plasma mechanism, let alone the Proton Decay phenomenon. I had expected maybe a month more of life. Now the scenario has changed significantly. Are you certain that Momoko can cope?" "Yes, conditionally," Lee Wai exclaims. "But you must whip her whenever she fails to please. She will try and dominate you if you don't. Here, this black leather riding crop is yours. Never use it without cause and always ensure that the punishment is severe." Albert nods but does not speak. Momoko enters the room carrying a large brown Samsonite(tm) suitcase. She notices at once that it is Albert, not Lee Wai, who has the leather riding crop. She sets down the suitcase and walks to Albert. She kneels and turns, exposing her buttocks and back for the whip. "You girl is ready, Master," Momoko whispers. She knows to submit to the master or mistress holding a whip. Lee Wai smiles. "He is your new master, Momoko," Lee Wai states. "You two are to live and die together. Albert is about to break the current hegemony on energy. What he says must never be repeated. You will report to me daily. Understand?" "Yes, Master Wai," Momoko answers. Albert sets aside the riding crop and Momoko turns to face her new master, assuming the Nadu posture. "Is anybody hungry?" Lee Wai asks. Without waiting for an answer, Lee Wai whips out a cell phone and calls his chauffeur, waiting in the car outside. "I'm sure that Momoko will need some things," Lee Wai remarks. "Not necessarily," Albert explains. "This is a house frequently turned over. There are utensils in the kitchen as well as female articles in the guest bed room. This house conveniently has two bedrooms and two baths. Methinks there is a coffee maker and a rice cooker in the kitchen. When one turns eighty, doing a garage sale doesn't make a lot of sense." "Then, after we eat I will leave Momoko with you!" Lee Wai remarks. "I'm sure that you will be ready to bond, won't you Momoko?" He slaps her right breast hard. "Yes, Master," Momoko replies. She winches in pain from the unexpected sudden slap. "A girl will work hard to learn her master's ways." "Good girl," Lee Wai comments. "You must not disappoint me." "Yes, Master," Momoko responds. After all have pigged-out on Chinese take-out, Lee Wai departs leaving Momoko and Albert alone. Looking up with almond eyes, Momoko thrusts her chest forward and smiles: "Do you think that I am pretty?" She asks. She is, in fact pretty and much, much more. She is striking, stunning, sultry, and gorgeous. Albert considers the possibilities and decides that it's bed time for the (soon to be) octogenarian. Alone in the living room, Momoko retreats to the guest bedroom. For sure in the past women have stayed here, as witnessed by female products in the bathroom, some odds and ends of costume jewelry, and an ancient umbrella and some women's overshoes in the closed. Momoko unpacks her brown suitcase: several plaid school girl skirts, high white socks, white cotton underwear, and white cotton blouses, starched and folded. There is one ensemble for night wear: a black sleeveless silk gown and some black pumps. Momoko frowns. She considers engineers, scientists, and mathematicians as unspeakably boring. The idea that she would be terminated with extreme prejudice on Albert's demise sets off alarm bells and raises red flags in her mind. She will need an exit strategy should Albert Hand succumb to some geriatric ailment of malaise. This is America and she doesn't know how to drive a car. Things were so much easier just entertaining overweight middle managers. Engineers and technicians are always writing with silly curly symbols and have the ubiquitous dirty hands of auto mechanics. She lies down on the bed and stares at the ceiling. Momoko gets up and goes to her black leather bag of toys. She removes the largest butt plug she can find, one which always seemed too large, and a vaginal vibrator. She spends the next few minutes lubricating the butt plug, working it into her rectum, and inserting the vibrator. She closes her eyes and recalls one athlete with an enormous penis who sodomized her roughly. Morning breaks and Momoko awakes, realizing that she will have to fix breakfast, she leaps from the bed. Her vibrator falls to the floor but the huge, hard black rubber butt plug holds firm. She tries to remove it, but it is firmly in place. The K.Y. Jelly has melted away and her anal sphincter muscles are locked in place. "Oh, well," Momoko speaks to herself, "why not surprise that hoary old curmudgeon by fixing breakfast 'tutty-fruity in the nudie' with a butt plug sticking out?" To her surprise, Albert has already fixed himself some raisin bran with powdered milk. What happened to the "all American breakfast" of scrambled eggs, hash browns, toast, orange juice, and coffee? Albert's jaw drops when she shows him her butt plug. Even more amazed is he when she asks him to help her remove it. She explains how the K.Y. Jelly has dissolved and she needs a helping hand. Albert pulls on the plug and then tries to turn it. "Daddy, it hurts!" Momoko screams. This time it really does hurt. Albert continues, and with a disgusting wet "pop" the plug is removed. It is eight centimeters in diameter. "Thank you, Master," she exclaims. "Please excuse me for a few minutes, Master," she begs. Albert nods and Momoko hurries to the bathroom to apply some healing salve to her swollen, sore anus. She wonders whatever prompted her to insert that huge dildo in her tiny, taut, tight rosette in the first place? Some men love to use and abuse a girl's anus because it's taboo, others as a means of control, and still others as a means of punishment. This scenario is certainly unique. When she returns, Albert is writing some notes on a stenographer's notepad. "More of those silly squiggles, curly symbols, and wiggly lines," she thinks to herself. Using her best tone of voice she asks: "What is Master doing? Would Master like a coffee or tea?" "I'm trying to reconstruct the miracle of the plasma field that converts coal and garbage into useful natural gas," Albert explains. "This is tricky because plasma is a little known state of matter." Momoko fakes a smile and suggests that they do some grocery shopping. "I saw a car in the garage last night. Does Master drive?" She asks. "Yes," Albert responds, "but not often. Do you drive?" "No, Master," Momoko replies. She looks up with longing eyes. "You need to learn," he comments. Momoko kisses Albert on the lips and says: "Thank you, Master." She is delighted at the response. In time he will be her thrall. The bottom always controls the top. 30 October 2012 Momoko Ch. 03 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. * Lee Wai left leaving Momoko Tau as the caregiver, companion, and sex slave of Albert Hand. Moreover, Lee Wai has used his influence under the China Reparations Act Proposition (CRAP) to allow Albert to continue in his residence after his eightieth birthday. Usually a citizen loses his or her real estate after she or he turns eighty. In return for this favor, Albert is betraying his former employer, Syngass, Inc. Syngass uses plasma technology to convert coal and waste into natural gas. The plasma field relies on a proprietary technology. Albert once was conversant in the technology; however, he has been retired for ten years. It is said: "Out of sight, out of mind." Albert left everything work related behind when he retired, including his college transcripts, diplomas, books, and notes. Lee Wai has agreed to supply Albert with books and scientific software. Being seen in public with Momoko attracts unwanted attention. Her street clothes consist of a plaid skirt, white cotton blouse, high white socks, tennis shoes, and white cotton underwear. Around the house, Momoko wears only her steel collar and cuffs. Blue jeans and a T-shirt are needed for Momoko to blend in. The two need to go shopping! Albert hates shopping, but this is a necessity. "During daytime and early evening I want you wearing blue jean pants, a T-shirt, white cotton bra, panties, socks, and tennis shoes. No collar or cuffs. If anyone sees you naked or wearing a collar, it will go bad for me. For sure the authorities will make a full inquiry and you---an illegal alien---will be considered as human traffic." Albert states. "But I have a passport," Momoko argues. "Lee Wai took it, girl," Albert retorts. "He expects much of you. I am a non-drinking, non-smoking, non-gambling, law-abiding citizen. You are his agent in our bargain: extend my stay in my house or suffer destitution, degradation, death. Momoko pouts. She was first hired by Lee Wai as a receptionist and file clerk. Later, as she proved very adept at handling clients, she was promoted to being an office assistant. She had become accustomed to fine restaurants, favors, and attention. This hoary old curmudgeon has left her horny, frustrated, and bored. After several weeks of fixing food, cleaning, and watching daytime television, Momoko is ready to explode. "I don't understand you old man," Momoko complains. "Every man I've known finds me attractive. They all consider me as fun and a great fuck. I use alum to keep my pussy tight. My rear end is a particular prize. I keep a tiny, taut, tight asshole and keep my buttocks clenched whenever some horny old bastard wants to sodomize me. And you, you old creep, you spend your day drawing squiggles and scratches on pieces of note paper. All I ever see you doing is scribbling some gibberish and sending it to Lee Wai. You are betraying your own people! And I am bored shitless." Albert Hand stops everything and responds: "Is it right to keep proprietary the means for clean, copious, cheap energy while most of the earth is dying from emphysema and tuberculosis? Is it right to keep secret a better life just to maintain the hegemony of energy? No longer is the USA a land of opportunity. We have two classes now: the very rich and the very poor. Even your country has four classes and a chance to rise above a sure and certain demise from air pollution, water contamination, and heavy metal poisoning." Albert curses and retrieves the black leather riding crop. He does not wait for her to bring it in her mouth on all fours. He orders Momoko to undress and assume the whipping pose. "Kneel," he commands. Momoko flashes anger then blushes with humiliation and mortification. Albert strikes Momoko five times on her bare buttocks. She is strong and despite the intensity of the whipping, she does to scream or cry out. Salty tears stream as rivulets over her hot, pink cheeks. He then prepares to whip her back and shoulders, but realizes that the stripes and welts would be visible through her T-shirt. He pauses a moment and then commands Momoko: "Insert your large butt plug and wear it until I permit you to remove it." Momoko shudders and trembles. "Yes, Master," she whispers and leaves to fetch the butt plug. When she returns, Albert is looking in some abstract mathematical textbook, long out of print and yellowed with age. "Put on you clothes, girl," Albert orders. Momoko returns, dressed and feeling discomfiture at the base of the butt plug is clearly seen in the rear of her blue jeans. The tight-fitting Levi(tm) blue jeans also tend to push the plug deeper into her rectum. As the evening progresses, Momoko changes into her usual evening attire: naked except for collar and cuffs. Tonight there is another article---the huge, hard black rubber butt plug. "May a girl remove her butt plug to defecate, Master?" Momoko begs. "A girl has fifteen minutes and no more," Albert answers. "Leave the bathroom door open and keep eye contact." Momoko blushes scarlet with embarrassment. She hurriedly removes the butt plug and strains to empty her bowels. She is unused to such toilet training, but manages to relieve herself. As she cleans herself and re-inserts the plug, Albert makes some rules for his girl: "You will not use euphemisms! Say 'shit' not 'defecate' or 'poop.' Do you understand?" "Yes, Master," she replies. It used to be fun to plug herself and display the device to a well-heeled entrepreneur. But this is anything but fun. "I will make one concession to you, Momoko," Albert concedes. "You will be permitted to masturbate and climax, under supervision. You must ask and maintain eye contact during the entire episode. And, to ensure that you participate, you must masturbate and cum five times each and every week." Momoko is flabbergasted. The very idea that she will have to ask permission to cum and then must do it before his very eyes! She is mortified and humiliated at the very prospect. She had never thought that the hoary old curmudgeon would have any knowledge of BDSM or domination of a girl. Worst of all, she is a sultry, sensuous girl who enjoys sexual satisfaction. In a deep underground laboratory, cyberspace sleuths are constantly scouring the Internet for clandestine activity. It is in the interest of the large corporations and plutocrats that the secret of the plasma field be kept proprietary. Energy exports are the staple of American hegemony over energy. Lee Wai is known as a clandestine operator and handler of valuable scientific and engineering assets. Lately there has been a lot of chatter on his Parallel-Processing Personal Computer (P3C). 31 October 2012 Momoko Ch. 04 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. Momoko Tau hadn't worn the butt plug very long until the irritation becomes severe. "Master," she begs, "a girl is suffering. Please allow her to remove the dildo from her asshole." "Did you learn your lesson, girl?" Albert Hand asks. Momoko looks with wide, pleading eyes---exuding all of her feminine oriental sensuality---and nods. She has long-since learned that female wiles are infinitely more conducive in getting her way with unsuspecting males than brute force. "OK, girl," Albert concedes. While he considers the matter settled, other agents are not so forgiving. Lee Wai had listening devices planted in Albert's bungalow. His Parallel-Processing Personal Computer (P3C) picked up the tone of the voices and created a transcript. With progress being made towards the production of natural gas from coal and garbage, Lee Wai has a large stake in the undertaking. All individuals are expendable in so far as attaining the goal. A team of three "fixers" have been dispatched to adjust Momoko's attitude. When the three arrive at Albert's house, Momoko answers the door. She blanches white with fear at the sight of the three corpulent gangsters in expensive suits. They clearly dressed to show respect to Albert Hand and the fact that he has five college degrees (two bachelor's degrees in math and physics and three master's degrees in math, physics, and engineering. They bow respectfully, the 45 degree "quarter bow" to Albert as he approaches the door. "We have come to chat with Momoko," the first man says. She attempts to escape but is caught by another one of the men. Her captor, although heavy, is surprisingly quick on his feet. He twists her hands behind her back and cuffs them. The men then toss Momoko across a chair and pull off her Levi Blue Jeans and Jockey white cotton briefs. Two men spread her legs far apart, revealing a small tattoo on her perineum. The third man gags her. Albert watches and wonders what the tattoo means. It is composed of two Chinese glyphs. The third man pulls out a new toothbrush from his coat pocket and discards the wrapper. He pulls the toothbrush back and with a wet "twang" strikes her perineum at the tattoo point. Momoko writhes and convulses in pain. Again and again the toothbrush strikes the same spot, deepening the bruise and forcing Momoko to struggle against her handlers. At last, after many strokes, the men are finished with her. She goes limp on a nearby sofa; she is too exhausted even to scream. Her gag is removed and the three depart. "A girl is sorry, Master," Momoko cries. The scenario is recorded and transmitted via a cloud to Lee Wai's P3C. But deep in the bowels of the Rocky Mountains a cyberspace super sleuth is hacking into Lee Wai's database. They have been tracking such articles as: "Magnetic circuits in Heterogeneous plasma fields," "Plasma as a Strange Attractor," and "Levitation and Precipitation of Gold and Other Heavy Metals in Plasma." Cross referencing the flow of information and clandestine money, Pro-K launches a deep search to explain China's rapid advancement in Plasma Field Theory and the Proton Decay Phenomenon. Already optimal field enhancement techniques are allowing maximal conversion of coal and garbage into natural gas. But the means of generating and maintaining the plasma field using Proton Decay is a decade away for them. A decade of R&D, that is, unless somehow the information be leaked or leeched from those in application. "We are finding humint (Human Intelligence) on Lee Wai," Ray Birthday informs his superior, Supervisor X. "It looks like they are reaching out to a former worker. I thought that they would be sustained until eighty and then quietly join the Four Score Society for 'Last Rights.' Who wants to live forever? Medicine to those geriatrics is supposed to contain the substance 'Lethe' to induce forgetfulness." Supervisor X frowns. "We have a serious problem here. Try and locate the source of the leak. Use the stream traps." "Aren't those illegal without a search warrant?" Ray asks. "What they don't know won't hurt us," Supervisor X answers. Meanwhile, back in sunny Florida, Momoko isn't faring very well. She is unable to stand, sit, or lie on her back. She was punished in a secretive spot. It is well and good that Momoko's relationship with her senior citizen is Platonic, since otherwise the pain in her vagina during intercourse would be unbearable. She can only imagine in horror the thought of defecating. Her pubococcygeal muscles and anal sphincter muscles are both severely bruised and turgid. Albert is watching the Holographic Cable News (HCN). The word is that the cyberspace security personnel are honing in on a breech in proprietary intellectual property theft. The news anchorwoman insists that arrests and seizures are imminent. Albert is concerned at first, but then realizes that the news is always 99% or more "spin." The liberal press is nothing more than a mouthpiece for the wealthy corporations and the Washington Billionaire's Club (AKA The US Congress). Despite his reservations, Albert scans his bungalow and finds not one but two surveillance devices. He silently packs a suitcase and gather up some of Momoko's essentials. He pries up a board in his closet where he has been stashing large denomination bills for years. Momoko is barely able to walk; however, time is of the essence. Under the veil of secrecy they drive into the dismal swamp. 1 November 2012 Momoko Ch. 05 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. They chatted as they drove from Albert Hand's Florida bungalow into the Okefenokee Swamp. Momoko Tau realized that for two listening devices Lee Wai would be inclined to eliminate any witnesses. "Where are we going, Master?" Momoko asks. "I have a cousin," Albert answers, "a real recluse and a swamp person, who lives in the swamp. He lives by trapping and skinning alligators and snakes. None can be further from technology than he is." The conversation drifts to Momoko's punishment. "I have never seen such a tattoo as the one you have on your 'taint,' Momoko," Albert utters. "'taint,' Master?" Momoko inquires. "On your perineum," Albert clarifies. "It looks like two Chinese glyphs. What does it mean?" "It means 'Secret Pain,' Master," she responds. "A girl belonging to Lee Wai has such a tattoo indicating where she is to be punished. It looks innocuous, but looks can be deceiving. The plastic toothbrush strikes the same spot many times, bruising deeply. A girl can expect one, two, or three days of punishment. One day leaves a girl in pain and soreness from several days. Two may result in a severe, prolonged recovery. Three may result in permanent injury." "Oh, my," Albert murmurs. He had heard of sex slaves being beaten on their lower back to inflict injury and pain without obvious injury. This is the first time that he had actually witnessed it. For sure things would go poorly for both of them if Lee Wai or the clandestine government agency would locate them. "I have heard of and seen even tattoos on a girl's lower back," Albert mentions. "We used to call them 'Tramp Stamps' around the office," he muses. "But between the asshole and pussy? This is a new twist on me. And the toothbrush is a different matter altogether. What brand of sadist dreamed that up?" "A girl loses value if she is visibly seen to be injured or abused. Not only is the perineum a target, but inside a girl's body can be as well. To punish a girl openly her perineum is used so that the client can appreciate her agony and torment. Usually vaginal and anal penetration follow, causing maximal discomfiture," Momoko explains. She then smiles as Albert has refrained from molesting her for his personal reasons, religious or physiological. Momoko suspects that Albert has Erectile Dysfunction (E.D.) or impotence. If Momoko suspects Albert to have E.D., she is absolutely certain that Albert's cousin, Jake, does not. They drive from the freeway onto a black top road then to a gravel road and finally to a washboard dirt road. The road comes to an end at a bayou. The air is alive with the call of birds and animal noises. Then there is a deafening silence. "That silence means that Jake is approaching," Albert explains. "He alone is feared by all---human and animal alike---and he is both a technophobe and a neo-Luddite." "I do not see him, Master," Momoko whispers. "You will only see him when he wants to be seen, Momoko," Albert comments. Then, seemingly out of the shadows appears a bearded swamp man with his rifle. "Albert," he bellows, "you must be in a world of trouble to come here! Did you decide to cheat death for a day or two? You know that those depending on the state are expected to roll over and die on request. And who is the lovely lady with you? I thought that you only cared about books." "This is Momoko Tau. Meet my cousin Jake Hand, Momoko," Albert says. "Good to meet you, Sir," Momoko whispers and kneels before the swamp man. "On your feet, woman," Jake commands. "We are free swamp people here, not slaves or yellow cowards like Albert here." They hear a helicopter overhead. Jake sites it through his scope on his rifle. "This is no government whirlybird!" he exclaims. "Oh, what a fool I've been!" Albert interjects. "They must have a tracker on Momoko. We are doomed." "Who are these guys?" Jake asks. "They are Chinese Mafia," Albert admits. "I have been helping with the coal to natural gas conversion. But I can't give them the Proton Decay." "Surrender to them or become a swamp person. Your choice, Cuz." Jake states. "What do you want to do, Momoko?" Albert asks. "I am going to join the swamp people and live free for as long as I can." "Master," Momoko pleads, "A girl cannot abide this dismal swamp. I will stay here and go with the men." "Your choice," Jake remarks. "Let's beat feet Albert." The two skedaddle. Soon the helicopter lands and two burly men take Momoko on board. They cuff her hands behind her back and her ankles. "Party time," one of the men says. They intend to rape and sodomize her the whole flight. She is in pain from the torture afflicted on her perineum. Sexual intercourse is painful, but the men don't seem concerned. She screams and cries in agony. Back at Lee Wai's mansion Momoko is stripped naked and put in a cage. She is left there over night. In the morning she is released, watered, and fed. Lee Wai has words for her. "You are destined for the Internet Cybersex Prison, Momoko," he says. "There you will live on the game grids, playing for clients. You will be wired into a computer grid, your privates and body cavities controlled remotely." Momoko has heard of the cruel and unusual punishment in the Internet Cybersex Prison. 2 November 2012 Momoko Ch. 06 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. The Internet Cybersex Prison has been rebuilt and relocated. It is still located in Siberia, but further north. Momoko Tau has been sent here to be incarcerated for the rest of her natural life. Escape is very highly improbable. One might even say "impossible." Nonetheless, for the hapless girls sent here each has a dream of a better existence. A large commercial helicopter brings twelve cages, each containing human cargo. Each cage contains a girl sentenced to serve on the game grids of the Internet Cybersex Prison. The prison is now often called the "Nimbus Succubus." The obvious reference is to a storm cloud or "Nimbus;" the female manifestation of the Devil is the "Succubus." The intake is cold and dehumanizing. Momoko is paired with another new girl, a hoyden blonde named Sandra Smith. Each module in the new prison has two cages, a toilet, and an area with a shower, food indenture, and water spout. The water spout could be used as a bidet or enema. Nothing is provided for the girls except food, and each must eat kneeling "doggie style." The modules are designed to provide the basic necessities to the girl prisoners. At the same time, the cells are designed to humiliate, degrade, and dehumanize the inmates. The temperature can be adjusted as well as the lighting. Sandra is a tomboy. There is nothing she enjoys more than using a strap-on to have rough, demanding sex with another girl. She hopes that the prison will not disappoint her. It will not. Their first few days together are difficult. They are kept naked and locked in their cages. From time to time a mistress with a burly male guard will pay them a visit. Their matron is Mistress Jane, a willowy blonde with a big whip. Nothing on earth pleases Mistress Jane more than whipping a blonde prisoner. The guard is Oleg Romanov. A girl can stand or sit in her cage, but to stretch out she needs to be in the main cell area. After a cramped, uncomfortable night Mistress Jane and Oleg enter. "Good morning girls," Mistress Jane greets. The two girls reply. "Today we go through the basic rules," Jane relates. "You will be released from your cage to eat, bathe, and take care of necessities. To be allowed a blanket and sleep in the main cell is a privilege that must be earned. Do you understand?" "Yes, Mistress Jane," both answer. Oleg opens the cage doors to allow the girls access to the main cell. "Thank you, Sir Oleg," Momoko says as she kneels and kisses his feet. "Thank you Oleg," Sandra says. "Sir Oleg, girl," Mistress Jane states, correcting the prisoner. She then slaps Sandra's face hard. Sandra clenches her fist and utters "Bitch." Oleg grabs and tackles her, cuffing her hands behind her back. Jane smiles. Now she will have a reason for administering five hard lashes with her black leather riding crop. "Sit on her chest, Momoko, and you, Oleg, spread her legs apart so that I can access that pussy. I want the leather to kiss her Holy of Holies." Mistress Jane orders her subordinate and prisoner. Sandra seems posed to resist. "Permit, girl," Oleg warns. "You risk a hundred lashes on the pillory if you struggle or resist. You might not survive. Do not struggle." Sandra, crimson with anger and embarrassment, clenches her teeth and stiffens her body. Mistress Jane spends several minutes running the riding crop over Sandra's vulva. This intimacy infuriates Sandra. But she is determined not to give in or ask mercy. She also has made up her mind not to cry out. Mistress Jane massages and strokes Sandra's privates, paying special attention to her comely clitoris, her precious, pink pearl. Struggling, Sandra cannot escape the feelings of sexual arousal. Mistress Jane speaks as she molests Sandra: "You are quite the tomboy, Sandra. I suspect that you enjoy using a strap-on. Well, when we are finished here you will wear one and fuck Momoko until both of you cum. I know that's what you want. But being swollen, sore, and bruised should make the climax all-the-more exciting. Don't you think?" Sandra lets out a low-pitched growl. Mistress Jane responds: "You don't need to answer that!" Having said that Mistress Jane manages to swing a full 270 degree arc to strike Sandra's tiny clit. Oleg struggles to keep Sandra's legs apart and her pudenda available. Sandra grinds her teeth but manages to keep her scream silent. "Well, well, well," Mistress Jane says, "aren't we the tough girl?" She spits on Sandra's pussy and rubs the saliva over her hot red pussy. "Are you ready to enjoy two of five, beauty? Your pussy is so attractive, it seems like a sin to stripe it like highway markings." With that she swings diagonally across Sandra's vulva. She bucks and twists and the ferocity of the swat. "She's getting heavy to hold, Lady Jane," Oleg the guard complains. "Some burly male attendant you are!" Mistress Jane retorts. "Well, I guess that I do have to pamper you." She then delivers the third stripe making an X on her pussy. Sandra still stays silent. The fourth, fifth, and six lashes split and divide her slit, giving her clitoris and labia a taste of fine leather. Oleg is about ready to release Sandra from his grip when Mistress Jane speaks: "Not so fast, Oleg. I want to put her strap-on in place first." Oleg reaches around to his ruck sack and pulls out a long black strap-on dildo of wide girth. He begins to attach it to Sandra only to have Mistress Jane have him pause. "Put toothpaste on both ends, Oleg," Mistress Jane commands. "I want that burning sensation in each vagina. And make sure that Sandra's clit is seated into the strap-on." "Yes, Lady Jane," Oleg replies and does as commanded. As the strap-on tomboy end is seated, tears rivulet from Sandra's eyes. "Time to hump Momoko, Sandra." Mistress Jane commands. "On your back Momoko and encourage deep, fast, hard penetration. Pump until you cum." As the strap-on enters Momoko, she writhes in pain at the stinging, burning sensation. Both girls are crying and writhing in pain as they work the unforgiving dildo. Oddly, Sandra cums first. She is such a hoyden that the pain of the pussy whipping and the burning sensation of the toothpaste in her tight treasure trove can forestall the riding tide of her lewd, lecherous, lesbian libido. Now it is Momoko who tries to bring to mind pleasurable sensations. She can recall dining in fine restaurants and having torrid episodes with well-heeled corporate executives. The fine food, costly wines, and expensive gifts are recalled. Despite the pain and agony, Momoko cums. Mistress Jane is surprised at how quickly these two girls were able to climax. She had hoped to see them hump and rub themselves raw. 4 November 2012 Momoko Ch. 07 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. * Momoko Tau and the hoyden (tomboy) share a cell at the rebuilt Internet Cybersex Prison. Their supervising mistress is Lady Jane and the male guard assigned to their maintenance and hygiene is Oleg Romanov. This is the beginning of their introduction to the game grid and the general prison population. After a humiliating and degrading body cavity search, the two girls have their arms cuffed behind their backs in a "U" style, exposing an unprotected, vulnerable, available derriere. The body cavity search is a daily humiliation with the possibility of pain or injury should a girl be so foolish to resist. Their first words of the day are always "Please be gentle, Sir Oleg." It is his job to inspect their mouth, vagina, and rectum. "Today we fit you two newbies with saddles," Mistress Jane explains. "The saddle is usually bright blue; however, for our tomboy Sandra, it is fire engine red." Oleg grins. The bright red saddle, starting at her clit and ending at her anus will be a source of maximal notoriety for the girl Sandra. The saddles come in several colors: bright blue for straight girls, cherry red for lesbians and tomboys, and white for virgins. The Saddle... The saddle is a long, thin device housed in a steel alloy sheath. It is shaped somewhat like an insole insert of a shoe. It starts at a girl's clit and ends at her anus, held firmly in place by a dildo in her vagina and a butt plug in her rectum. It is skillfully engineered to irritate and chaff without cutting into the flesh. In its neutral state, it avoids a skin irritation that would cause infection. The saddle spreads the pussy lips and cups about the clitoris, pinching just enough to keep it out of its protective hood. It presses flat on the girl's perineum. Inside the saddle is a virtual cornucopia of electronics, sensors, transducers, wires, pneumatic and hydraulic mini vessels, and a compact, concise motherboard. The computer motherboard makes the saddle a sentient being of sorts. The saddle is personalized. It must perfectly ride in the stride. It must chaff and irritate without trauma. It must conform perfectly to its wearer's unique anatomy and contour to maximize discomfiture while simultaneously inducing sexual arousal and stimulation. It balances in the delicate threshold of inducing pleasure and pain. At the same time, moreover, it also serves as an instrument of punishment and reward. Of course it is self-charging from the wearer's bodily motions. Remote control is inherent. Tracking capabilities can also be activated when required. As said, Momoko's saddle is bright blue and Sandra's is bright red. The basic saddle is a solid steel sheath with the two penetrating intrusions. There is a potpourri of other attachments and add-ons. In particular Momoko has an indwelling urethral catheter. This device allows the client the ability to force or restrain urination. It is also possible to inject fluids into Momoko's bladder---chilled water always a prime choice. Sandra has an enema port. This allows her client to empty her bowels and hydrate her---enabling extended use of the saddle without the need for removal to permit necessities. The dildos of both have the optional vibrator and electric contacts. Electric shock may be administered from the dildo through the pelvis and to a contact in the anal butt plug. More About the Saddle... The usual practice is to remove the saddle at bedtime and allow the girl rest from the restraint. Of course, for training, discipline, or punishment, the saddle may be kept on a girl for an extended period of time. The first day is the worst as the mating of saddle to girl and girl to saddle is difficult. Minor adjustments are often necessary to ensure goodness of fit. The correct selections of attachments in another matter. Too many attachments will cause power loss; too few attachments and clients lose interest. Sandra and Momoko are led from their cell by Oleg. Mistress Jane leads the way, walking at a fast pace. The girls' hands are cuffed behind their backs in a "U" shape with a leash attached to the handcuffs and running between their legs. As Oleg jerks the chain to have the girls keep up, the chain chaffs and rubs the two girls' crotches raw. With each jerk of the chain, the girls' ass cheeks are parted and anuses, perineums, vulvas, and clitorises are irritated. The four enter a white-walled room flooded with high intensity lighting. Oleg chained Momoko to a wall ring and assist the saddle technician in positioning Sandra on a OB-gynecological chair. Her legs are spread far apart and her privates are exposed. The saddle technician, whose nickname is Xara, lathers Sandra's pussy and shaves the girl. Momoko stares with wide eyes as Xara preps her cell mate. Xara frowns, Sandra's perineum is bruised and swollen. "You have brought me a girl with swollen privates, Mistress Jane," Xara complains. "Just do your job, Xara," Mistress Jane retorts. "Yes, Mistress," Xara answers. She uses a molded form to model the saddle for Sandra. She presses the form and trims it with scissors. After she is satisfied with the shape, she places the form in an oven and bakes it hard. The mold is set to build the red saddle. Momoko is next on the gynecological chair. She is shaved and modeled. Now the four must wait while a machine mills out their personalized saddle. In the pause, Xara inserts the indwelling urinary catheter into Momoko's bladder. Her discomfiture is obvious. Xara explains the urinary catheter to her: "You will feel the constant need to pee, girl. But you will be controlled and gauged." The saddles are finally finished. Sandra's is customized with an enema port and Momoko's has an indwelling urinary catheter. Xara explains to Oleg and Mistress Jane the operation of the devices. They are bored with the same drill; however, like airplane safety instructions, they must be endured. "Behind the butt plug is a small, recessed Allen head nut. This is used to rotate the butt plug and dildo into the 'locked' position. The screw is a right hand system. The locking mechanism is not to be used for punishment. Below the perineum is a leash ring. The nob on the ring can be tightened to protrude onto the girl's perineum. This will cause bruising and, day by day, will lead to unbearable discomfort. This may be used to induce improved behavior over time." "Thank you, Xara," Mistress Jane responded. "Ole," she commanded, "clip leashes on these girls and let's run them a while on a treadmill before taking them back to their cell. I am anxious to see how they fare with their shiny saddles." "Yes, Lady Jane," Oleg answers and leads the two miserable prisoners to a run of utter torment and torture. 6 November 2012 Momoko Ch. 08 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. Momoko Tau and Sandra Smith were awakened by the entrance of Mistress Jane and Oleg Romanov. The first order of business was to do a body cavity search on the two prisoners. "Is this necessary, Mistress?" Sandra asks. Mistress Jane slaps Sandra's face hard. Sandra flushes with anger and humiliation. She has learned better than to argue with a mistress. Momoko squirms with the burning need to urinate. "May a girl pee, Mistress?" Momoko asks. "Hold your urine until the body cavity searches are done, girl," Mistress Jane directs. She smiles as she watches Momoko squirm and writhe with a full bladder. "Do Sandra first, Oleg," Mistress Jane commands. Sandra turns and bends over. She spreads her ass cheeks and exposes her asshole to Oleg. Oleg puts on some green latex examination gloves and lubricates his fingers with K.Y. Jelly. He puts his right middle finger atop his index finger and quickly forces the two into Sandra's rectum. Mistress Jane enjoys doing her interrogation of a prisoner while she is being groped, penetrated, and molested. "What brought you here, girl?" Mistress Jane asks Sandra. "This girl was with her boyfriend," Sandra explains. "We were driving and stopped at a convenience store. My boyfriend had me wait in the car. I thought that he was making a purchase. The next thing I knew shots were fired and he came running out. We sped away. It was only the matter of hours before we were pulled over by police and arrested." Sandra twitches as Oleg aligns his fingers side-by-side, stretching and dilating her anus. He twists and turns his fingers in her bowels. Then he curls his fingers and pushes down hard on her pubococcygeal muscles. Sandra groans with pain. "So," Mistress Jane says, "you were simply an innocent victim of a robbery gone terribly wrong?" Sandra nods and grimaces as Oleg pulls back against her anal sphincters and, finally, with a rude jerk pulls his curled fingers out. A wet "pop" is heard as his fingers exit her Glory of Glories. He discards the green latex gloves in the toilet and flushes them away. "Well," Sandra confesses, "there were other things as well. Once we started running from the law I could only think of avoiding being caught." Just then the full pain of Oleg's fingers is felt. "Ouch! That hurts, Sir," Sandra moans, then she whispers: "Please be gentle, Sir." Oleg works three fingers into Sandra's vagina and feels around. He feels her internal organs and presses fingertips against her bladder, uterus, and ovaries. Tears swell in Sandra's eyes as her personal, private pelvis is cruelly probed. Lady Jane continues with her interrogation. She notices Momoko with her legs crossed trying to hold her urine. "Put on Sandra's red saddle, Oleg," Mistress Jane orders. "She will have plenty to do today." Mistress Jane motions for Momoko to spread her ass cheeks for the mandatory body cavity search. Mistress Jane notices Momoko's misery. As Oleg finishes up with Sandra, he puts on more green latex examination gloves and lubricates his fingers. As he pushes and pulls against her anal sphincter muscles, a few drops of urine drip from her urethra. She is sore there from the catheter that Xara, the medical technician inserted the previous day. She shudders at the thought of another catheterization. "What is your crime, Momoko?" Mistress Jane asks. "I was working for the 'family' and failed to hook my package," Momoko confesses. "It had to do with extracting some information from some hoary old curmudgeon, a horny old bastard." "Aren't they all?" Mistress Jane remarks, glancing an icy look at Oleg, who is busy forcing a third finger into Momoko's tiny, taut, tight treasure trove. "Well, I see that you may even be able to redeem yourself if you can recall some of the formulas and equations that the retired sycophant scribbled." "It was all Greek to me, Mistress," Momoko responds, squirming with a full bladder as Oleg digs his fingernails into her cervix, scratching and rubbing the tiny, hard "neck." "Please, Mistress," Momoko begs, "a girl needs to pee badly." "Go ahead, girl," Mistress Jane says. "Oleg, make sure that her catheter is in place before locking her into her bright blue saddle. The bulb needs to be filled to ensure that it is indwelling. We wouldn't want it to jerk out, now would we? "No, Lady Jane," Oleg answers. Mistress Jane looks at her tablet screen. The indices for Sandra are elevated. It seems that her observing Momoko's examination and catheterization has turned her on. "What a tomboy you are!" Mistress Jane exclaims. "With the sensors in the saddle we can gauge and measure your arousal remotely. You can't cum without being detected nor can you fake an orgasm. The wonders of modern engineering. "Your climax is a prime activity in the Internet Cybersex Prison, girls," Mistress Jane mentions. "Often a client will demand that you climax under some physical duress. For example, Momoko, your catheter could be opened and your bladder drained. Then ice cold water input and you given five minutes, say, do cum. Or, Sandra, you might be bound and aroused by kisses, licking, sucking, and rubbing. With all the arousal your orgasm would be denied. These demanded orgasms and denied orgasms are matched against physiological measurement transmitted by your saddles. There is no way to cheat or fake it." The two girls shiver in fear of what failure to perform might be. Mistress Jane continues: "You can expect severe discipline and punishment should you fail to cum when ordered to or should you cum when you are denied permission. Often the client will suggest something: a spanking, whipping, electrical shock, or the like. One particularly severe punishment is sleep deprivation for two days followed by a physical feat to perform. A girl may have to wear high heels and dance for eight or ten hours without a break or a rest. The possibilities are endless." "But should you be able to provide some information for Lee Wai, things might go better for you," Mistress Jane remarks. "For sure he will favor you on the game grid. Who knows how many hours on continuous use might be required? And on the game grid there are all sorts of motivators! Electric shocks, loud noises, constricting bindings, all remotely activated by a paying client." 7 November 2012 Momoko Ch. 09 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. Mistress Jane and Oleg Romanov enter the cell housing Momoko Tau and Sandra Smith. Today is the day they are to be prepped for the game grid. The first order of business, as always, is the humiliating and degrading body cavity search. Following the search, each girl must use the toilet keeping eye contact with Mistress Jane. Oleg and Jane attach the saddles to the girls nether parts. Momoko has a bright blue saddle, indicating that she is a straight female, where Sandra has a fire engine red saddle, indicating that she is a lesbian or tomboy. The saddles cover everything from clitoris to anus and are secured in place by a dildo in front and a butt plug in the rear. Several Light Emitting Devices (LED) flash on the saddles and several Universal Serial Busses (USB) are active. Oleg attaches leashed to the steel ring in the center of each saddle. The rings are directly below the girls' perineum. Jerking a leash causes a rod to press into the flesh of the perineum. The custom with girls like Momoko was to punish them with a toothbrush, striking the same spot many times to induce a deep bruise. Mistress Jane leads as the four head to the cybersex preparation room. There they meet Nara, the attendant. "Greetings Lady Jane, Oleg," Nara greets. "I see you've brought the two new girls. Let me see---Momoko and Sandra?" "Yes, Nara," Mistress Jane responds. "They are to be prepared for the game grids." "Let's start with their personal hygiene," Nara says. Sandra is wearing fingernail and toenail polish. Nara uses Witch Hazel to remove the nail polish. She trims the girls nails short. She then runs a clipper over their heads, leaving their scalp hair approximately one-half inch long. The next station is the isolation booth. Oleg dons a field protective mask (AKA a "gas mask"). Nara activates the exhaust fan, expelling residual air from the isolation booth. The two girls are brought in and have their hands cuffed high above their heads, exposing armpit stubble. Oleg leaves and Lady Jane enters. She is wearing a white contamination suit and a fully-hooded mask. She uncovers a dish of some ointment and smears it on each girl's armpits. The two wiggle and jiggle as the cold swabs tickle their underarms. The two wonder why Oleg and Mistress Jane are so careful to avoid exposure to the elixir. Lady Jane exits. After about ten minutes a high pressure shower sprays warm water on the girls. They realize that they have been administered some potent drug. What the effects are remains to be seen. After the isolation booth, Lady Jane introduces the two girls to the Virtual Reality (VR) helmet. Here a three-dimensional (3D) image is projected with stereophonic sound. The girls are generally strapped into chair with wire, cables, pressure vessels, and the like connecting them to a computer console. This arrangement allows the client to induce sensations in the bound girl. If she is permitted a keyboard, hers might be a game, twosome or multi-player. A display tutorial defines a girls avatar and various movements and the like. Having completed the tutorial, which seems elementary to the girls. Momoko and Sandra have experienced real life connectivity to on line masters and mistresses. Still, this apparatus seems to be without the usual player limits or restrictions. "Your client may make further demands," Jane explains. "Momoko's urinary catheter has a stop cock that might play into a fantasy of forcing a girl to retain her urine; Sandra's enema port could also be a role play instrument. Electrical contacts routinely are affixed to nipples and wired either into a port on the saddle or to the computer console. Do you two understand?" The two girls answer in the affirmative. Lady Jane continues: "We aim to please our clientele. Should a girl fail to please, punishment will be swift and severe. The black leather riding crop and the bull whip are the usual instruments of punishment. A client may even recommend or pay extra to see the actual girl behind the avatar be whipped." Lady Jane goes over to a terminal and logs in to see who the girl's clients of the day. She smiles at Momoko and tells her that her first client is Lee Wai. "Your day will be on the treadmill, Momoko." Oleg then cuffs Momoko's hands behind her back in a "U" pose. Electrical connections are attached all over her young, toned body. Her delicate, velvet skin itches as the electrical contacts are glued in place. Momoko is apprehensive as she is fitted with a VR helmet. She wonders how long she will be on the treadmill. To her horror the opening screen says that Lee Wai has her for eight sessions of fifty minutes each. Lee Wai appears as a Nineteenth Century warlord. In the VR helmet she is forced to be a "pony girl." She is being forced to pull a carriage. Her tail is attached as her Real Life butt plug. Her driver is a sadistic mistress with a whip. Her motion in the 3D environment is determined as the way she turns her head. She is continually having to run and turn, all the while each whip is received as an electric shock. After the first session, she is hot and sweaty. When the next fifty minute begins Lee Wai appears before the hapless girl. "Are you ready to cooperated, Momoko?" Lee Wai asks. "I can never do seven more sessions on the treadmill," Momoko says. "I have told you all that I know." Momoko realizes that should she fail to please that she will be severely punished. "I see that you have a urinary catheter, Momoko," Lee Wai comments. "Have you had to endure a severely distended bladder yet?" Momoko blanches in terror. "Please, Master," Momoko begs. She now fully appreciates her helplessness. She rummages through her mind trying to glean any detail. "I do remember the name of the Swamp Man, the man Master Albert was to meet in the Okefenokee Swamp. "Do tell," Lee Wai interjects. "His name was Jake, Jake Hand, Master," Momoko relates. "Good girl," Lee Wai says. "Enough for today---tomorrow we will work you again. I can use you every day forever." Lee Wai guffaws at the bound prisoner. Meanwhile a mistress is putting Sandra's enema port to good use. She has flushed her out with a number of warm water enemas. Now she is filling Sandra's large bowel with ice cold water. After she has input a liter, she gives the command that Sandra masturbate and cum within the next five minutes. The vibrator in Sandra's vagina is activated, but the freezing water is a deterrent. Sandra is unable to arouse herself. The five minutes are up and Sandra wasn't able to cum. She knows that she will be reported to Mistress Jane for failure to please her client. Sandra can only imagine the punishment that Mistress Jane will have for her. 9 November 2012 Momoko Ch. 10 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. Albert Hand and Jake Hand are first cousins. Albert has left mainstream society to stay with his cousin in the Okefenokee Swamp. Albert is over eighty and thereby ineligible for retirement benefits; moreover, the government seized his real property, per the China Reparations Act Proposition (CRAP). Albert has been living in an apartment paid for by Syngass, Inc. The apartment was provided by Syngass in exchange for information on how coal and garbage can be converted into natural gas. It is common knowledge that the production of natural gas and the removal of Sulfur and heavy metals from coal is done in a contained plasma field. The energy source to maintain the plasma field is staggering. The academicians and technocrats believe that somehow Proton Decay is used. (The only rival source is cold fusion, never achieved practically.) There is a company maintaining the closely guarded proprietary rights to the Proton Decay phenomenon---the Pro-K corporation. In order for the USA to maintain a hegemony on energy, the plasma field technology must be kept as a proprietary secret. Deep in the Okefenokee Swamp, Albert and Jake eat a meal of barbequed alligator flesh. "How does this compare with McDonalds(tm) or KFC(tm)?" Jake asks Albert. "Tastes like chicken," Albert replies. "It's been decades since I've eaten food that was not processed and chemically treated." "We swamp people are called 'technophobes' and 'neo-Luddites,' but we really are just hunters and trappers who avoid the surveillance and control by the socialist state. Life looks hard, but the Blessed Virgin Mary and all the angels and saints offer us their support." Jake comments. "There are those who don't believe in god (whatever her name is) but they never venture into the swamp. You have to learn from the mistakes of others here or you might end up a meal for an alligator instead of vice versa." Both laughed and ate alligator meat and drank a potent tea made from an indigenous swamp plant. "The use of plasma to convert coal, garbage, or bio-fuel into natural gas is not new," Albert explains, "what is new is the enormous energy needed to sustain the plasma. Once material enters the plasma field, it is turned into ionized atoms and electrons. The heavier atoms can be precipitated out as ash. The proton decay phenomenon is much too energetic to be used as a direct energy source---it dwarfs even nuclear fission of Uranium." Jake nods. "But here we have little need for technology. I have a stationary bicycle to charge up a battery. This affords us access to broadcast media. We all avoid the cloud here in the swamp. But I do have a BSEE and MS in physics. The first major breakthrough was the modification of the radioactive decay constant for U238 enabling nuclear fission. That was fine until Uranium supplies dwindled and some meltdowns irradiated whole communities." "Proton Decay," Albert explains, "would naturally occur only in 10^33 years or so. That is 1,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 years. To a physicist that is an 'eternity.' For a mathematician it isn't even near a Googol. (A Googol is 10^100.) Before the Big Bang, there is a probability function stretching to negative infinity and beyond (on the topologist's Long Line.) There is a consistent theory supposing 'twin production' whereby the electron and positron are produced not as a pair but with the positron having much energy. The 'twin production' creates an unstable particle with positive charge and mass equal to (4pi)^3 times the electron mass." Jake fumbles around a cluttered desk and finds an ancient solar powered hand calculator (TI-30X-IIs). He punches in the number and gets 1984.401708. "Whew," he exclaims, that is an interesting number. So, then what." "By radiating a quantum of radiation, the unstable particle collapses to a daughter particle, which is 1836.15 times the electron mass," Albert continues. "But the number 1836.15 is not just an empirical figure---it took a genius, a female with an IQ of 154 to figure out the meaning of 1836.15... 'It comes from the equation (4pi)(4pi-1/pi)(4pi-2/pi), which is consistent with the quark up, down, color theory." "So," Jake interjects, "knowing the way it is constructed, just back engineer it." "Easier said than done," Albert remarks. "The proton has to be 'pumped' up from 1836.15 electron mass units to 1984.40 electron mass units. This is 48pi-8/pi, by the way. Converted to energy it is mind-boggling. Then the entire 1984.40 electron mass units are released, just as created in the Big Bang. Much too energetic for commercial consumption, but...." "But the perfect energy source to maintain the plasma field," Jake exclaims. "But wait," Albert interjects, "it is not enough to 'pump,' the excited proton must decay into energy, not just back into the original proton. This is the 'bump' with a high speed electron. The second item in 'Pump and Bump.' It is the technology behind the 'Pump and Bump' that is propriety." "And you know that?" Jake asks. "No, not really," Albert answers, "but I have ideas and remember some of the experiments. Enough to start out a research." "No wonder you are sought after," Jake remarks. "China to pick your brain and Syngass, Inc. to shut you down. Why didn't they just retire you with extreme prejudice and be done with you?" "For sure they regret their mistake," Albert comments. "Perhaps they were convinced that I was just a worthless old farter and burned out." "But you really don't know the whole engineering mechanism of Pump and Bump do you?" Jake inquires. 'True," Albert responds, "but I know what the equipment looks like and I know some of the parts." Back at the Internet Cybersex Prison Sandra Smith is awaiting her punishment from Mistress Jane. Sandra has failed to satisfy and please a client. Oleg Romanov leads Sandra on a leash to a punishment chamber. Oleg unfastens Sandra's saddle and straps her on a bench, face down. Sandra can tell that this will be bad as her hands are fit into gloves and her arms are strapped both at the wrist and elbow, her legs are strapped at the ankles and at the knees, and her head is held in place with two sandbags. Her face is positioned through a hole in the bench. Beneath her face is a basin. The last item is a bridge inside her mouth to keep her from biting her tongue. Mistress Jane approaches with a thick brown leather belt. She rubs Sandra's shoulders, back, buttocks, and legs. "All of these will bear stripes, Sandra," Lady Jane says. "You should try not to cry out as the more you scream, the more excited I become and the more I will be driven to punish you." Jane rubs Sandra's soft, silky-smooth skin. "It feels like velvet now, but soon it will be covered with ridges and whelps. "Please Mistress," Sandra begs, "please have mercy." Jane enjoys the girl's begging and pleading and massages her back all the more. She decides to take a peek at Sandra's rosette, a hidden dark canal. Sandra tries to relax as Jane separates her ass cheeks. "My oh my," Lady Jane exclaims, "what a beautiful rosette. The saddle has done nothing to diminish your rosette's charming beauty." Sandra knows that she has no expectation of privacy, still she is embarrassed at having her asshole exposed. Then Sandra shudders at the though that Lady Jane might decide to whip her exposed, vulnerable anus. Her buttocks involuntarily clench. Mistress Jane laughs. "You wish to protect and pamper your rosette, girl," Jane whispers. "Well, the belt is too wide. I need the riding crop for that narrow valley. That will be an enjoyment for another day. I will want you to bend over and spread your own ass cheeks. No matter how many stripes you will have to keep those glorious hemispheres apart and your comely brown star nictitating. "Yes, Mistress," Sandra responds. Then there is a pause as Lady Jane prepares to begin the whipping of Sandra's prone body with the brown heavy leather belt. The first blow crosses Sandra's buttocks. She had never experienced such pain before. Tears flow freely from her eyes, her nose runs, and saliva drool from her mouth. Lady Jane smiles at the huge red whelp on Sandra. She strikes the same spot several more times. Sandra somehow manages to refrain from crying out. With a tearful voice she begs: "Mercy, Mistress." Mistress Jane is not one to have mercy. A camera zooms in on the hapless. Somewhere in cyberspace an obese, degenerate, sexual pervert is masturbating as Sandra is punished. How do such degenerates acquire such capital? Jane then strikes Sandra's shoulders, back, and legs. Sandra shakes uncontrollably, but holds her scream. Lady Jane backs off and has Oleg re-position the girl from prone to supine. Her legs are spread far apart and strapped to supports. Sandra's hypogastric triangle, pudenda, and vulva are open, exposed, vulnerable, and unprotected. Lady Jane rubs Sandra's pussy. "Cum for me now, girl," Jane states, "and this pussy will avoid the whip." Sandra tries to work her pussy to Jane's hand, but her back hurts too much. After a few minutes Jane gets the brown leather belt. She whips Sandra's pussy five times. Sandra cannot help but scream in extreme pain. Jane stops to masturbate and cum. She then fetches a riding crop to strike into her slit and punish Sandra's clitoris. She whips Sandra's comely pearl three times, leaving it red, swollen, tumescent, and hard. "Put her saddle on, Oleg," Mistress Jane orders, "Sandra is to be taken back to her cell." 15 November 2012 Momoko Ch. 11 Disclaimer: This story is fiction cast in the future. No resemblance to persons living or dead is intended or should be inferred. Albert and Jake Hand are "maintaining" in the Okefenokee Swamp. "Maintaining," that is, for want of a better world. With cradle-to-the-grave socialism, only "Mountain Men," "Swamp people," and desolate islanders can survive their eightieth year. Margaret Thatcher was correct when she said: "Socialism is fine until you run out of someone else's money. Then what do you do? Ration health care and social security! And when that isn't enough, put an age cap. The Holy Bible in psalm answers the problem: Three score and ten are a man's years. Even if he lives until four score, it prophet him naught. Those who reach eighty lose their property and are weened from the public teat, so to speak. Jake notices Albert using a TI-II30Xiis solar powered pocket calculator. "What is that antique? I thought those disappeared a century or more ago!" "This keeps on going while mainframes crash and the cloud disappears. I am doing a finite difference table on the Proton Creation and Decay," Albert responds. "Notice how the first and second differences are positive. The final stage is the very good approximation discovered and accredited to that Twentieth Century American Hollywood blonde with the 154 IQ." ------------------------- --------------------------------------+ | Volume: Finite Differences | | (4pi)^3 1984.40 | 50.27 | (4pi)^2(4pi-1/pi) 1934.14 1.27 | 48.99 0.03 | (4pi)(4pi-1/pi)^2 1885.14 1.25 45.30 | 47.75 -45.27 | (4pi-1/pi)^3 1837.39 46.51 | 1.24 | (4pi)(4pi-1/pi)(4pi-2/pi) 1836.15 | | | 16pi 50.27 | 16pi-4/pi 48.99 | 16pi-8/pi+1/pi^3 47.75 | 4/pi-1/pi^3 1.24 | | 4/pi 1.27 | 4/pi-1/pi^3 1.25 | 16pi-12/pi+2/pi^3 46.51 | | 1/pi^3 0.03 | -16pi+16/pi-3/pi^3 -45.27 | | 16pi-16/pi+4/pi^3 45.30 | | ------------------------- --------------------------------------+ "I have no idea whom you are speaking of," Jake interrupts. "Centuries have passed and only a few miserable scholars care of that period of hedonism, waste, and corruption. Well, looking at your difference table, why not fit in (4pi)^2(4pi-2/pi) between (4pi)(4pi-1/pi)^2 and (4pi-1/pi)^3?" Albert defends his difference table by pointing out that the insertion of 1883.37 between 1885.14 and 1837.39 would have a negative second difference---this goes against the theory. The technique of the Inversion of the Spheres dictates the term (4pi-1/pi). The term (4pi-2/pi) arises from another technique. Having resolved that point, Albert exclaims: "How true, how true. The celebrities, politicians, pundits, artists, and others thought that their legends would last. Odd that the only names still extant are Einstein, Planck, and Dirac. There is that one exception. The actress who saw the way to undo the creation of the proton. The proton decay phenomenon generates much energy, really much too much energy to be of practical, pragmatic value. But wait, that kind of energy can sustain and maintain that most bizarre and mysterious state of matter: Plasma. The plasma field allows atoms to behave as ions and recombine in ways generating synthetic natural gas." "I can almost understand the part of the theory that claims that the whole banana starts with pair production," Jake remarks. "And the positron with much excess energy 'unbuckles' the electromagnetic field (belt) strapped around its equator. If the radius of the positron (or electron) is 1, then the new particle has radius (4pi)^3. But that is unseen anywhere in the known universe, supposedly unstable." Albert comments: "Look at the effect of the 'Inversion of the Spheres.' The original positron has a standing wave attached at one point. So one degree of freedom is 4pi, with the Inversion of the Spheres, the inner sphere that maps to the universe to an open ball of radius 1/pi. This gives a perpendicular radius of (4pi-1/pi). Do it again and there is a problem. The problem is stability." "The Lilliputian rearrangement with a radius of (4pi-2/pi) only changes the volume by (4/pi-1/pi^3), a tiny 1.24 times the mass equivalent of the positron (or electron. This 'locks in' the stability, by a mechanism known but to her. She never explained how she arrived at the last step. But the scholars and pedants were so busy trashing her ideas because she wasn't part of their effete intellectual elite. It's too late now to pick the brain of a character from another century." Albert remarks. "As an electrical engineer," Jake retorts, "I know that electromagnetic waves are either traveling at the speed of light or they are stationary. The vector is always at right angles to a conducting material. You seem to be saying that stationary waves either wrap around the equator of an electron or touch the positron at a single point tangent to the particle. For sure the electromagnetic wave either is attached at no points (traveling wave), infinitely many points (as on an electron), or at a single point (the proton). And complex lines intersect as well at zero, one, or infinitely many points." "There are so many geometric persuasions and coincidences," Albert suggests. "Yet the solid theory, if any exists at all, is found in the head of a long-deceased blonde actress. The simple truth is that 'Pump and Bump' does generate much energy output for modest energy input." "Well," Jake says, "seeing a airplane means that flight is possible. But we swamp people would not have the machinery to build one! But we can back engineer and see the engineering reality without the theory. Air flight theory claims that the bumble bee is unable to fly. Some one needs to tell the bumble bee." Back at the Internet Cybersex Prison, Mistress Jane and Oleg Romanov bring in a new girl, Mielikki Guu. Mielikki is a petite oriental girl with all the usual Chinese features: almond eyes; dark brown hair; small, firm breasts; smooth, soft, silky pubic hair; and a toned hypogastric triangle. She is a "bound girl," a woman given to being tied up and fucked, raped, sodomized, and otherwise penetrated. She is wearing a bright blue saddle---she is straight in her sexual orientation, as if it matters. Sandra Smith and Momoko Tau are surprised and delighted at the new experience. Life in the Internet Cybersex Prison can become boring. Each patiently endures her daily body cavity search. Oleg spends plenty of time twisting and turning his fingers deep in Sandra's and Momoko's rectums. They blush with embarrassment, not used to the new eyes. Mielikki is also red with humiliation, seeing other prisoners enduring their daily ordeal. Oleg then searches the two girls' vaginas. He uses three fingers to search each girl's vagina compared with two for the anal examination. He feels around each girl's pelvis through the walls of their vaginas. The girls have no expectation of privacy as he feels their cervixes, bladders, bowels, kidneys, wombs, etc. He makes a point to always poke each girl's right ovary. The pain is excruciating. Every day the poking seems to hurt more. One can tell when the ovary is poked; at that moment tears cascade down hot pink cheeks as salty rivulets. Oleg knows how to add insult to injury. He loves to comment on a girl's rosette with such expressions as: "what a gorgeous brown star nictitating (blinking) its tender tremblings," or "What a beautiful rosebud, the same color and hue as your nipples," or "Your Glory of Glories shines in radiant splendor." As he penetrates and probes a girl's vagina he always makes mention of its size, often comparing her vagina to her rectum: "My God, what a cavernous cunt," or "Your Holy of Holies is large, girl, did you know that?" or "Compared to your Taboo Treasure Trove your vagina is huge." Oleg is not always gentle in his searches; however, he ceases immediately at the least spotting or trace of blood. Now matter how sore or swollen, the body cavity search proceeds unless a droplet of blood is present. When a girl has her period, her vagina is not searched. While lubricant is optional, Oleg always uses ample applications of K.Y. Jelly. After Oleg finished with the girls, he locks on their saddles. Momoko has a bright blue saddle whereas Sandra has a fire engine red saddle. The saddle is a device which covers a girl's privates from her clit to her anus, locked in place by a vibrator to her vagina and a butt plug. The bright blue saddle is for a straight female, the red is for a lesbian, white is for a virgin, and purple is the color of a bisexual's saddle. Mielikki is presented to Sandra and Momoko. Lady Jane explains: "Mielikki loves to be tied up. Whereas you two girls have your saddles removed at evening, Mielikki is to be permanently locked up. She is fitted with a urinary catheter and an anal port for enemas. She is to be tied in various bindings, some comfortable, some outright uncomfortable. Understand?" "Yes, Mistress," Sandra and Momoko reply. Oleg hands over to the two girls a bundle of ropes and a small book of various rope bindings. Lady Jane and Oleg watch with interest as Sandra and Momoko hogtie Mielikki. "Are you in pain, Mielikki?" Sandra asks. "No," the girl replies. At that response Oleg hands Sandra a ball gag. "She is gagged unless fed or questioned," Lady Jane demands. "Yes Mistress," the two reply. 19 November 2012