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Secundus Ch. 01

By: Taunus



The light switch was silent as it was flipped on; however, there was the sixty-cycle AC hum followed by two pinging sounds as the fluorescent light came on. Secundus was conscious of the sound, which irritated him slightly, as well as the fluorescent tube's flicker. The bathroom had a counter with two sinks and a row of eight bright incandescent light bulbs. They were silent to turn on, but generated heat and consumed many watts of electric power. 

It was morning and Secundus had to get ready for work. With any luck he could catch a glimpse of some activity on the Internet at his favorite three-dimensional chat. There was a continuing story of Severus the Slaver, his girl Lara, and the chain of girls he had to train, discipline, and use. Yesterday they were prepping a girl Terra for punishment. Secundus calculated as he brushed his teeth and combed his hair if there was time to view Terra's ordeal.

Secundus could not afford to be one of the on line avatars. He had to be one of the many invisible cameras viewing the event. Lara was strapping Terra to an A-frame, her derriere high and exposed. Her hands were strapped to her side, only able to be used to spread her glorious hemispheres and present her comely brown star for use. It was now clear that Lara intended to punish Terra on her anus and perineum. Lara gave the order to Terra to spread her ass cheeks and not allow them to close. Lara had a long, thin rod. 

"Six strokes and no more," Severus commanded Lara. "Unless a girl allows her buttocks to clench and conceal her precious prune from the rod. In such case, she is yours to use as you see fit." Terra's face was ashen with horror. She knew that she would have to endure and overcome her involuntary reflexes to keep her ass cheeks spread during the whipping. 

Avatars, just like everything else in cyberspace, evolve. The avatars in this 3D chat were as human as any real actor. This was as much a movie as an experience. Aside from the ubiquitous and seldom used statistics tool bar, there were the experiential dials, gauges, and meters. The most used tool bar was the one which allowed a viewer to examine the nervous system, feverish and painful areas, and animal attractions. These were conveniently color-coded with such hues as "relaxed green," "fiery crimson," and "passionate pink." 

Secundus located a mike, visible only to himself, near Terra's mouth to capture her pleadings and begging as well as her moans, groans, shrieks, and crying. He then checked the time. Hopefully he could see the entire event. He set a 2D recorder to continue if he had to leave early. Those recorders were nice, but the whole 3D experience seemed compromised, at least in his opinion. Lara positioned herself and tested the flexibility of her meter-long rod. Secundus's myopic, astigmatic, presbyopic hazel eyes strained to gather every detail. He had followed Terra, one of the dozen girls on Severus's "chain," or coffle, since her initial abduction. He had examined her every characteristic and avatar, from her facial freckles to the hairs on her perineum. She held his interest as she was once a science and math major at a major university. 

Lara lifted the rod and came down with a circular motion, striking flat across perineum, anus, and vulva. She had failed to make total, perfect contact with Terra's rosette. The girl gasped, too shocked to cry out. Toggling a tissue sensitivity meter, Secundus was able to view not only the reddening of her brown star but the contraction of her sphincter muscles and pubococcygeal muscles as well. The girl pulled hard to prevent her buttocks from locking in a tight contraction. Secundus was very curious to see how the girl would fare in this cruel sport. 

Lara swung a second time. This time total contact was made on Terra's puckered and tight anus. Terra screamed bloody murder, salty tears and nasal mucus pouring out. She was also drooling and was clearly nauseated. Still she held herself together and allowed her comely rosette to be unprotected, vulnerable, and available. Secundus felt his chin and cheeks. He hadn't done a very good job of shaving this morning. The punishment event had seized his interest. "Well," he thought, "it's good enough for the job. After all, it is 'Casual Friday' isn't it?" 

Lara's third swat was "high," striking her tail area and anus. Terra was begging and pleading for Lara to stop. She pleaded with Severus to have Lara cease and desist. She retched, but nothing came up except some yellow bile. She also lost control of her urethral sphincter and a rivulet of yellow urine flowed over the rack and down her legs. She was trembling and shaking; however, her resolve to avoid Lara having unlimited and unrestricted punishment rights was intense.

Lara struck a fourth and fifth time in rapid succession. It was clear that Terra would probably continue to expose herself to use. Secundus noted the time and put on some clothes at the keyboard. Out of curiosity, he toggled the statistics meter. There were many early risers for Terra' torment, as it was entitled. 

Lara went away for a minute and returned with a box of salt. She poured it over Terra's bruised, swollen, and sensitive anus and rubbed it in hard. Still Terra was adamant. The sixth and final blow came and Severus proclaimed: "Enough." Terra released her grip and Lara pouted, putting away her flexible punishment rod. What would follow would be an exercise session for the twelve girls/ Terra would be closely monitored to ensure that she totally complied. Viewers at home might likewise enjoy the musical rendition and exercise as well, in rhythm with the naked or scantily clad slave girls. Secundus didn't have time for that event. He hurried off so as not to be late for work.

On the job Secundus took a rest room break. Sitting on the potty, he noticed some telltale pre-cum viscous clear fluid on his jockey shorts. Terra was young, barely eighteen, with strawberry blonde hair, a "peaches-and-cream" complexion, and a shy, juvenile voice. Even unshaved, as all the girls on Severus's coffle were, she presented nearly hairless underarms. He blonde bush had a certain purity to it even when soaking wet with her own honey nectar or boasting the seminal fluid of some Master. She was five-foot four, 118 pounds, 35(B)-25-35 with blonde hair, blue eyes, and a flawless, blemish-free complexion.

The day seemed to last forever. Secundus took a break to check the news and the stock market. The day-to-day volatility with "boom and bust" cycles was boring. "When will the brokers sober up?" He thought to himself. Checking the 3D web site for a minute, he say a meeting scheduled for the celibate cenobites. 

We said: "Secundus could not afford to be one of the on line avatars." This is true. Secundus could not afford to be a wealthy slaver with a coffle of girls, the owner of a huge sim with castles, buildings, and the like, or even one of those warriors with expensive weapons. On the job, Secundus worked with robotics and artificial intelligence. Coming home he had no heart in doing anything with computers that resembled his "daytime job." He enjoyed the hard core BDSM and D/s offered by his 3D Chat.

While not a man of substance, Secundus did have an avatar. His avatar was a celibate cenobite. It was either some monk or a peasant. He decided the monk was easier to endure. Monks weren't supposed to cyber. Even the poorest players will have an opportunity, from time to time, to cyber with a wealthy young sensual avatar. This would have to be very secret, hush-hush or the monk could be expelled from the brotherhood and cast into an unpopulated limbo in the 3D chat. But it all made for fun and part of the game. Somehow breaking the rules and not getting caught. Or, sitting in judgment on one who was trapped in flagrante delicto, that is "caught red-handed" with some female slut. 

There were many other chats with varying degrees of behavior and realism. This particular 3D Chat used only avatars. The human operators were not "hard wired" into computer-driven devices such as dildos, vibrators, &c. There was also the dangerous and illegal "wet ware," where a human had electrodes and other transducers implanted and connected to role playing game grids. Secundus had heard of these, but their very illegal nature ensured that he would only go to a "classical" avatar game grid. That is not to say that powerful on line relationships did not flourish and foment.

At last home again after a disgusting day at work. Some boss had wanted his ass kissed and Secundus had the chore. He was forced to use his keen, analytical mind to compose some advertising claptrap to sell a product. The product nowhere had the capabilities claimed in the article. But that's what the bosses wanted. They would promise it in the next release and then go ballistic trying to get the employees to produce it on time and to spec. It was a totally disgusting chore. 

Dropping by the Celibate Monastery, Secundus saw a letter in his in-box. Of course the monk could not attend Terra's torment in person; however, he could "rezz" and invisible camera and invisible microphones to observe the event. He could actually attend as a monk, but Severus would probably ban him from his house and inform the brotherhood as well. It was better to be safe than sorry in Virtual Reality (VR).

The letter was actually primitive e-mail. Secundus began to read: "Dearest Secundus, I love you so, meet me in the catacombs beneath the opera house. Yours always, Terra." This couldn't be true! This was impossible! How could she know him? She wouldn't even be aware of his invisible camera. And, since he had tracked her from her first arrival as an abducted college student, she could not have encountered him in any social setting. In the brotherhood there were no females, of any age, permitted. "How is this possible?" He asked himself. Should his avatar try and meet this avatar? It was so surreal.

(to be continued)

Secundus Ch. 02



Severus the Slaver once had been part of Gor. Gor was a creation of the 1970s writer named John Norman. Many of his ideas integrated well with 3D chat scenarios and formed a basis for a sustainable continuing chat environment. The "Caste System" worked well with the classes or types of membership. Those willing to pay more could join a particular Caste, say Slaver or Warrior, and receive the benefits and privileges of membership. The lowest Caste was, as always, the peasant class. There was slavery, of course. Slaves (girls and boys) were not part of the caste system. 

Lara was Severus's girl. She was primarily responsible for the training, disciplining, and punishment of the girls. Severus had a dozen girls in his "chain" or coffle. When the girls first arrive, they are kept naked. They wear collars and are chained one to another by their collars. Their first week is one of inconvenience and learning to live with a total loss of privacy. They soon learn of Lara's switch. Those recalcitrant or obtuse in spirit also learn of the five-pronged leather whip belonging to Severus. Severus would resort to punishing a girl only due to special circumstances. For instance, should a girl try to run away. 

Each week the House of Severus would have an event called the Bound Slave Ring. In this event a girl would have her hands bound behind her back and be put into a ring. Lara would then try to force a girl from the ring or cause her to trip or fall down. There were three three-minute rounds, with a one-minute break between each round. Pity the poor girl who stumbles or leaves the ring. Should a girl fall or leave the ring, she would be subject to unlimited punishment for the day at Lara's discretion.

An hour before the event a girl would be taken from the kennel. She would not be given time to perform her morning ablutions or bodily functions. Instead she would be brought to the ring and given two liters of water to drink. While others were arriving, the girl would stand and wait, not permitted to sit or to relieve herself. The girl was to be totally hydrated and suffering the embarrassment of an overfull bladder. This was the first Bound Slave Ring event for this coffle. They would have no idea of the event. The first girl rousted from the kennel was one named Ninet. Ninet was a redhead with a light complexion and a curvaceous body. 

It was the hour before the event. Two burly men entered the kennel of sleeping girls and picked the redhead. The girls began to stir and asked each other what was going on. No one knew. The men removed Ninet from the coffle and pulled her hands high behind her back. They were experts with rope binding. Ninet's hands were bound wrist and elbow, affording her no way to prevent access to her breasts, ass, legs, or privates. She feared the worse---and her fears were not unfounded either. Lara was waiting outside and paused as the guards were escorting Ninet to the ring. Lara spent a minute slapping Ninet's breasts and pussy. "This is so you will be prepared, girl," Lara said in a wicked manner. Lara then went in to arouse the eleven remaining girls and get them ready for the day. After their personal hygiene, they would be led in a coffle to the ring. 

It was "fight time" at the ring in House of Severus. Ninet stood waiting, holding her thighs together to suppress the burning desire to urinate. Severus went to the middle of the ring and made the announcement. "Today we have a fiery redhead bound girl to fight against Lara the brunette. Lara will use a slave switch on Ninet in the first round. The round will last three minutes and then there will be a one-minute break. I hope the floor doesn't get wet! It is slippery when wet and should a girl fall, then Lara has unlimited use of her for the day. Should a girl leave the ring, Lara will also have her treat." The crowd whistled and hooted. The voices cried: "let the fight begin." 

Ninet was drawn to the center of the ring and unleashed. Lara approached the girl who moved away. Lara kept her eyes focused on the girl's shoulders. She had to turn her back to run. Lara chased Ninet around the ring, sometimes darting away at a right angle to deftly administer a stinging switch to a thigh. The prime targets, pussy and teats, were difficult to strike. Ninet spurted some yellow urine. She was humiliated and embarrassed as the crowd yelled. Slowing down let Lara strike her shoulders and upper arms. As Ninet turned, Lara managed a swat to her left breast. Ninet couldn't hold her piss. She wet the ring. Just then the round one bell sounded. 

There was a one-minute. The burly guards tied a backpack full of heavy stones to Ninet's back. Now she would have to negotiate the ring carrying a load. And the ring was slippery when wet. Ninet wanted to sit if only for a few seconds, but it was denied. The girl was to be made to stand and wait. Lara entered the ring. This time she brandished a five-pronged leather slave whip. This whip was certain to administer maximal pain with minimal bruising, discoloration, or injury. The idea of the leather whip was to achieve the best result with the least effort. Ninet's face was ashen with fear and trepidation. She was trembling and shaking at the sight of the horrid whip.

The heavy backpack made running difficult. It was only a short while, maybe a minute, before Ninet was plum tuckered out. Then she jumped and nearly fell down from the first swat of the five-pronged leather slave whip. It fell across her buttocks. A second stroke followed immediately. Ninet was motivated to run again. Lara took her time, making sure to hit the fleshy buttocks, thighs, and upper legs. Only once was she able to strike from the front, an upper cut with the whip kissing Ninet's pussy with a wet osculation that sounded almost erotic.

The round seemed to last an eternity to Ninet and a nanosecond to Lara. Once done Ninet was not prepared for the next event. The two men attached ankle cuffs and a two-foot chain. Now not only would Ninet have to endure the heavy load of stones, but she would be constrained to tiny steps. Tripping or falling was no a distinct possibility. The crowd roared when Lara held up the electric slave goad. 

Ninet struggled not to be pushed into the ring. The slave goad glowed red and sparkled. Lara smiled. She knew just how to use the device. As she approached Ninet tried to run, nearly tripping. The hiatus of recovering her balance was just the moment Lara had been waiting for. She rushed forward and shoved the goad between Ninet's buttocks. Ninet was able to save her delicate rosette by reflex reaction of her ass cheeks. But the pain was intense. At that moment Ninet realized that she would have to continually stay in motion. Should Lara manage to poke the goad into her pussy she certainly would fall from shock, pain, and exhaustion. 

Several times Lara was able to bring the slave goad between Ninet's lovely, lanky legs. But she was only able to shock her perineum, the vulva was a prize not attained. Somehow Ninet made it to the end of round three. The crowd booed Lara for failing to drive the girl from the ring or cause her to fall down. Lara turned to Severus, who nodded approval. 

Two men held Ninet while Lara slapped her teats and pussy spanked her. There was approving murmuring from the audience. Lara had her brief consolation prize. Ninet was returned to the coffle. The girls looked at each other, wondering who the unlucky fighter would be next week. Lara looked at Terra and winked. For sure the blonde waif was next on the agenda.

10/17/2008 Taunus Trumbo 



Secundus Ch. 03



One should always separate real life (rl) from Virtual Reality (VR). Unless, of course, one is making a living in VR. Then what is the first life? Secundus's work is in Artificial Intelligence (AI) and robotics. In some ways he was extremely computer literate. In other ways he was naïve. This was doubly true in the arena of Human Intelligence (HUMINT). 

The catacombs were extensive. The Opera hosted one entrance. Sure enough a blonde darted from the shadows to a side alcove. Secundus followed. The alcove was dimly lit. Still the girl was clearly recognized as Terra. He even wondered if her indestructible avatar had suffered any damage from the beating administered by Lara. Then he shook his head at his own disbelief and stupidity. "Terra," Secundus typed into the flat screen.

"Master," Terra replied, now typing in her own font. "Do you remember me? The Cop-O-Bot program called 'Pulis,' that you had worked on once."

"What?" Secundus responded. He had never had a case where real life collided with VR. Terra must be an AI program---a Bot---and not a living human being. She certainly was sentient, but where did he fit in in this scheme of things.

"I am chasing wet ware and white slavery," Terra explained. "The government has expanded the 'Pulis' program. They employed hackers to back engineer the software."

"Ah," Secundus responded, "But where do I fit into this scheme of things? That program is ancient history now." 

"Some of the 'Pulis' programs were hijacked by the hackers who back engineered the code." Terra continued: "The government would be embarrassed to admit to this deed. They cheated your company from additional revenue. They also may have violated copyright laws and infringed on patent rights as well. Cop-O-Bot was originally supposed to direct traffic, issue parking violations, and handle minor traffic accident reports. It was uniformed police work. But..."

"I see," Secundus retorted. "So what am I to do? What is my role?"

"We want to find and 'retire' the malicious Pulis AI programs," she replied. 

"Look," Secundus grumbled. "This could mix rl with VR in the worst way. Why not just own up to this misdeed? Isn't honesty the best policy?"

"In general, yes," Terra answered, "but we need to locate the hacker culprits as well. They must not be allowed to escape." 

"OMG" Secundus shouted. Then he quieted down. "You mean to tell me that you used hackers without getting all the details on them? That was dumber than dirt (DTD)."

"You will be elevated from peasant, priest, poet, and poor wood gatherer to a high caste. Think of it. Think of the fun!" She offered.

"Fun?" Secundus bellowed. "What of real life? My first life would be trashed."

"Look!" Terra exclaimed undressing. Her avatar was splendid. She was absolutely gorgeous. 

"What of Severus?" Secundus asked. "Won't you be missed meeting with me?"

"I'm supposed to be off line now," she answered. "Remember, I'm AI but posing as a real, living & breathing human actor."

Secundus gulped. Terra could just as easily be one of those AI programs hacked as mal-wear or even a computer virus. How could he know for sure?

Terra began to masturbate. Standing she massaged her breasts with her left hand and forearm while her right hand massaged her clitoris with a slow circular motion. She picked up the tempo, occasionally groping her vulva and letting her fingers enter her vagina and rub the G-spot vigorously. Secundus was impressed. She was beautiful. After a while she came in an earth-shattering orgasm of cosmic proportions. 

Terra sat down on her carved ivory derriere and pushed several fingers deep into her pussy. She was forcing herself to cum again. At the same time stretching her pussy lips. She pinched, pulled, twisted, and finally slapping her erect nipples and puckered areolas. She came again and again. No normal man could not get turned on by this sight. The fact that she was only an artificial intelligence program was totally obscured and eclipsed by the detailed and perfectly engineered avatar. How could any earth girl ever look so good? 

10/17/2008 



Secundus Ch. 04



The "Bound Slave Ring" was enormously popular. There were so many cameras and microphones that limits had to be set and fees imposed. The rumors that Terra would be the next girl in the ring spread. Lara disliked the girl Terra. She was hoping to have a full day to torment and torture the young tart to the limits imposed by Severus. Terra sensed the impending situation. The day before the event she held back on drinking water and went to bed thirsty. The next morning she was up before "first call" to urinate and prepare herself mentally and physically. 

Two burly guards came and removed her from the coffle. They bound her arms high on her back. Breasts, ass, and pussy were unprotected, vulnerable, and available for use or abuse. Again Lara was waiting outside the door to the kennel. Terra expected her breasts to be slapped and her pussy spanked, but Lara just smiled and entered the kennel to arouse the girls from their slumber. None of the girls were surprised that Terra was chosen. Many were wagering pro and con as to whether she would survive the three rounds without falling down or leaving the ring. 

Terra expected to be taken directly to the ring and forced to stand and consume two liters of water. But instead she was taken to the infirmary and put belly down (prone) on an examination table. The attendant, a slave girl named Anna, spread Terra's buttocks. Terra knew never to resist or even ask not to be used. She was still sore and badly bruised from her earlier beating. Anna inserted an inflatable butt plug with enema tube and pumped it up. Terra gasped and trembled in terror. She was terrified of the two quart enema. Anna then went to the cupboard and brought down a bottle of oil. This was to be an oil enema. Terra could not help herself. She screamed in fear. 

"Relax girl," Anna commanded. She began to pour the oil in little by little, making sure that Terra could feel it circulate from her descending colon (rectum), through the transverse colon, and finally into her ascending colon. To ensure this, Anna had the guards turn Terra on her right side for the last half quart of oil. The enema tube was clamped shut. Terra was told to get up. She did, thinking that the pressure would force the butt plug out, but its geometry when inflated kept it firmly in place. A few tiny drops of oil did manage to seep out and run down Terra's inner thighs, to her full embarrassment and humiliation. She was marched to the ring.

Bound and determined not to be chased from the ring or fall down, Terra waited while the crowd gathered. This time she was led to the ring center first. The girl Anna came and deflated the butt plug, slowly removing it. Terra now understood that she would be obliged to hold the oil in her bowels or turn the ring floor into a filthy, nasty, slippery mess. She could tell from the rumblings and peristaltic motion in her intestines that there was no way that she could contain this solution for three three-minute rounds and two one-minute breaks. Not hold it and avoid the switch, five-pronged leather whip, and the cruel electric slave goad. She sensed the hopelessness of her predicament. For sure she would have to allow some switching just to hold the oil in her bowels. But what of round two and round three?

Severus came to the center of the ring and announced the event. Terra then realized that oil would seep out no matter how tightly her anal sphincters were. Already several drops were to her knees. Severus told the crowd that Terra was holding two quarts of oil. The crowd grew silent as Lara approached with her long willow switch. The fun was about to begin. Fun, that is, for all except Terra.

There was a new face in the crowd. Secundus the Warrior was wearing new threads. With all the excitement no one noticed this individual. He was interested in just how Terra had come to know that he, one faceless programmer and AI specialist, had worked on the Pulis program so long ago in the past. The bell rung to begin round one. Lara ran out swinging the long switch. Terra, unused to moving with such a load felt the stinging and moved away. Lara was hoping for a better target than back, ass, and legs. She was hoping for teats and pussy. But one must do with what's available. Somehow Terra managed to endure three minutes of heavy switching with only a small seepage of oil. Now her feet were oily and she was breathing heavily. 

The minute break seemed to last forever. The two burly guards strapped a backpack full of stones to Terra's back. Lara returned with the five-pronged leather slave whip. She rushed in to deliver a punishing swat. Terra moved quickly, but not quickly enough to avoid a partial swat on her already sore and swollen derriere. The leather whip hurt much more than the switch. Terra had to move more quickly. Then disaster struck. She had a blow off. As her bowels emptied she was temporarily immobile. Lara used the opportunity to whip her breasts hard with the leather whip. Now empty, Terra was able to move more quickly. The oily floor posed a problem. It was slippery. 

Terra was able to avoid the worst of the whipping. She could not move as quickly as she might have wanted to due to the oil, which had now spread over most of the ring. At the one-minute break the guards attached the ankle cuffs and two-foot chain to Terra. Lara walked around the outside perimeter of the ring with a glowing slave goad. Terra knew that she might faint from fright or pass out from pain. How could she be expected to manage with the electric slave goad? It didn't need to find a tender spot, as the switch, or land a flat contact, as the leather whip. The slave goad need only touch some part of her exposed flesh. Then Terra realized that the messy oil, covering her legs and ass, was an electric insulator. To be effective, Lara would have to touch her above the waist. The binding ropes would offer some insulation as well. It was the small of her back that presented the only target of opportunity. 

Lara bolted into the ring, confident of quick victory. The slave goad is an unbearable electric shock and can be upped to Tazer proportions. She rushed to Terra who moved slowly, unused to the short chains. Terra also was anxious for Lara to try and use the slave goad in a lewd, perverse way, in hopes of shorting it out. Lara quickly caught up with Terra and pushed the goad into her rear end, separating her glorious hemispheres and pressing against her comely rosette. Lara knew, from personal experience, that the shock applied to her anus would quite literally "knock her off her feet." Lara pressed the lever for a full jolt. Nothing happened. The oil, ample around Terra's asshole, killed the device. Lara angrily tossed it away. 

"Guard," Lara called, "The snake!" The snake was a bullwhip with steel triangles along its length. It is usually not used on girls because it cuts and can leave scars. Longer than the radius of the ring, Lara stood in the middle giving Terra no place to hide or escape. The slippery floor and the bullwhip were taking their toll. Now Lara can strike teats, pussy, stomach, and chest. She did several obscene blows before lashing Terra's lower legs, tripping her up. Terra slipped and fell down. Immediately Lara tossed aside the bullwhip and called for a leash. She went over to the kneeling girl and attached a leash to her collar. Leading her from the ring, the applause and whistling was thunderous.

Many cameras focused in the private quarters of Lara. Terra knelt in silence, only sure of one thing: Lara would not be gentle with her. Lara undid Terra's rope bindings and led her to a Saint Andrew's Cross. Once in place, Lara spoke: "From now until tomorrow morning, you will be bound here. I will use or abuse you as I see fit. You will not resist or refuse. Your mouth and rosette are never to be held shut. You will permit any insertion, penetration, or device. Understood?" 

"Yes, Mistress," Terra answered. Now twenty hours of torment would begin.

10/17/2008 Taunus Trumbo



Secundus Ch. 05



The House of Severus ran like a soap opera. It's "day" was from 0400 to 1000, six hours. The events were scheduled around the six o'clock hour with prepping being done from four to six to accommodate the early birds and those with a particular interest in some event. Secundus was now a Warrior and could participate in events generally forbidden to peasants, priests, poor poets, and outsiders. In particular, Secundus could be present---his avatar could be present---at the "Bound Slave Ring." He was there when Terra was the bound girl. 

The House of Severus ran on a three-month cycle. Every three months a new coffle of twelve girls would be acquired by "abduction." They would start off in a coffle, naked except for a steel collar; they were chained collar to collar in a large circle. They were afforded no privacy and were compelled to groom and attend to the hygiene of the girl next to them in the coffle. The girls were not allowed to shave or pluck hair. Hirsute armpits---hairy underarms---and the other hairy spots were allowed to grow naturally. 

Hygiene was paramount in the coffle; however, perfumed soaps and deodorants were forbidden. The girls washed and scrubbed each other with pure white lye soap, never the cosmetic scented "beauty bar" variety. Slowly but surely they became accustomed to their natural state and learned to appreciate the human animal for something other than an advertisement for some cosmetic company or another. 

Terra and Ninet were part of the coffle. There was one shy girl named "Desire," who was in the coffle as well. She was abducted from a sheltered life and had great difficulty in adapting to the loss of privacy. Of particular displeasure for her was the morning toilet, where each girl in turn had to mount a platform and defecate in front of the group. Anna, the slave girl nurse and healer, would help a girl having difficulty with a glycerin suppository. Desire hated that suppository. She frequently found herself having to part her glorious hemispheres and accept the bullet-shaped motivator. 

Desire was a favorite of the early morning crowd. She was a raven-haired beauty. Her dark complexion and her gray eyes made a stark contrast. Her frame was best described as statistically "median" with a gorgeous flawless, blemish-free complexion. Because she was shy and reticent about being washed, scrubbed, and groomed by another woman, her early morning ablutions were frequently monitored by invisible cameras and her small talk captured by invisible microphones. No one except Anna and Lara were permitted in the girls' kennel as a rule. Of course Severus himself was; however, he routinely left girl business to the girls. On Bound Slave Ring day two burly guards would enter for the sole purpose of binding and removing a girl for the Bound Slave Ring. 

There were other "Events" beside the Bound Slave Ring. Every morning there was an exercise session. A dozen naked or scantily clad girls would perform a variety of calisthenics and aerobics. This was popular with the men who would project the hires (high resolution) Internet "feed" onto a wall to give life-like realism. Exercise in the morning was never better. There was also training in serving, slave positions, and pleasing a Master or Mistress. Another popular event was the training in the various "sexual serves" expected of a girl. 

Desire was shy and uninitiated in the ways of pleasing a man. She was particularly embarrassed with anal sex. Her partner had to spend much time trying to get her to relax her buttocks and her anal sphincter muscles. The fact that her hymen was still intact made her a valuable commodity. The "opening" of a virgin was lucrative for the House of Severus. There would be many invisible cameras present. In fact, Severus even planned a special announcement and a supplemental fee for observers. 

The girls in the chain were avatars. Behind the avatars were supposedly real, live human girls. In reality some of the human operators were really artificial intelligent "Bots." The Turing test has long since fallen away as the criterion for a sentient being. Today it is the "Uncanny Valley." Since the House of Severus has considerable structure, it is not necessary for each avatar to be supported all of the time. The girl behind Ninet, for example, need only be alert and solely dedicated to her avatar during her stay in the Bound Slave Ring or other attention-intensive event. (Perhaps like training in a sexual serve.) 

Crassius heard that Severus the Slaver had a virgin, a white silk, in his coffle. He was desirous of deflowering the girl. And he was also interesting in making a public spectacle of the event. Severus was skeptical at first. 

"Crassius, you old rake," Severus remarked. "You know that the deflowering of a girl is traditionally done in private. Of course secret eyes and ears are always prying. Voyeurism is the heart and soul of three-dimensional chats. But really, you want to do what?" 

"I want to 'open' a girl in the auditorium," Crassius retorted. "I want those friends of mine as well as enemies of mine to realize my manhood and virility." 

"What you want is that shy raven-haired beauty named 'Desire,' am I not correct?" Severus responded. "I'm afraid that such an event will cost a premium. Are you willing to pay the price for such wanton, unconventional behavior, because it won't be cheap." 

"Name your price, Slaver," Crassius replied. "I am sure to be comfortably able to meet it. And include the exhibition hall rent as well." 

Severus scribbled some numbers on a shard of parchment and handed the palimpsest to Crassius. Crassius studied the cost for a minute. He knew that this was not some price to be haggled over. After a brief pause he spoke: "Deal."

"Done," Severus responded. "This event will be on the calendar. When would you like for this to take place?" 

"Tomorrow!" Crassius replied. 

"That soon?" Severus inquired in slight disbelief. The hall would have to be prepared and cleaned and the girl prepared for this use. 

At the appointed hour the next day, two burly guards were dispatched to remove Desire from the coffle. It was during a training session on serving coffee, juice, and alcoholic beverages. Lara smiled, for she was the only slave privy to the information. 

On arrival at the auditorium Desire was filled with fear and trepidation. The room was packed with Warriors, Slavers, and men of substance. In the center of the floor was a horizontal Saint Andrew's cross. Only then did Desire realize that she was the slave to be strapped to the cross. She correctly reckoned that her virginity had been sold. What did upset her was the very real possibility that she would deflowered in plain view of all of these people. Lara arrived with the girls in a coffle. They were placed kneeling around the ring to observe. They did not have to wait long.

Crassius and Severus entered. On his command the naked girl was strapped to the horizontal Cross. He then made an announcement: "The House of Severus has sold Desire's virginity and wishes each and every one to enjoy her deflowering." There was applause and whistling of approval from the crowd. Crassius approached the supine beauty and tossed aside his tunic. He had a massive member, totally erect with throbbing irregular veins. Desire was scarlet with embarrassment. She was embarrassed to be naked in front of many fully-clothed men and other slaves. She was humiliated to have it known that she was a virgin. That fact she wished could have been kept out of the public domain. 

Crassius approached the horizontal cross and its bound girl. He put his hands on her breasts, pinching dusky colored areolas and nipples between thumbs and index fingers. Despite her shaking her head "no" Desire was becoming aroused. Crassius continued, now kissing, licking, and sucking on her perfectly proportioned mammary. Desire was definitely aroused and hating it. Her vulva glistened with the perspiration of arousal. Crassius ran the rough blade of his evil, sinister tongue over her comely clitoris, tasting her secretions. A quick thumb gathered some of her vaginal secretions, her oils of submission. He sucked his thumb like a child sucking a lollipop. Desire blushed a crimson aura. 

At last, after much fondling, kissing, and tasting, Crassius pushed his rock-hard penis against her Holy of Holies. Her hymen was intact and not ready to be ruptured. Crassius backed out and massaged Desire's hypogastric triangle. The bound girl struggled and flushed scarlet with total humiliation. Pushing harder and deeper, Crassius could feel Desire's hymen dilate. His penis was lubricated with blood as he shoved his steel-like shaft into her tender treasure trove. By now Desire had some knowledge of men, from her sole alternative: anal sex. Desire rocked her hips back and forth in an attempt to bring Crassius to an orgasm. He was enjoying her ordeal as well as the sex. Salty wet tears streaked down hot pink cheeks as she suffered pain and humiliation as well as a vaginal arousal. Her worst fear was that she would climax.

Crassius was able to sustain his erection and pump Desire until the unthinkable happened. With load moaning and an orgasm face, she came. He also came in unison with her. The crowd went wild as Desire was unable to squelch her moaning and animal sounds. Crassius pulled out his member, coated with white cum and red blood. He wiped the bloody cum all over Desire's hypogastric triangle, breasts, and underarms. She could almost die as her chain sisters giggle at her appearance. Crassius gathered his tunic and departed. The two guards released Desire from the cross and returned her to the coffle. The event was done.

*

10/18/2008 Taunus Trumbo



Secundus Ch. 06



Secundus 6

Terra Incognito: Glad that you came.

Secundus Mortal: You did elevate my membership---at your expense.

Secundus Mortal: And I am almost convinced that you are telling the truth.

Secundus Mortal: You know so much about the man behind the avatar.

Secundus Mortal: But work stays at work---and home stays home.

Secundus Mortal: With that having been said, I can't see what good I can be?

Terra Incognito: I told you that some of the AI programs had been hacked.

Terra Incognito: They are AI programs supposedly monitoring cyberspace.

Terra Incognito: Ferreting out kiddy porn, white slavery, and wet ware.

Terra Incognito: These are pernicious evils. Wet ware being foremost.

Secundus Mortal: Explain wet-ware to me again? (Did you before?)

Secundus Mortal: I am not sure that I perfectly understand.

Terra Incognito: Wet ware is a girl with electrodes implanted in her brain.

Terra Incognito: And other devices surgically implanted to stimulate her.

Secundus Mortal: How can that be? It must be inhuman? What beast is this?

Terra Incognito: We have tracked down a number and made arrests.

Terra Incognito: The terror is that almost all wet ware women refuse return.

Terra Incognito: They want to remain part of cyberspace, wired for use.

Terra Incognito: Psychologists have explanations, but we only want results.

Terra Incognito: The AI programs "Pulis" track these unfortunates in VR.

Terra Incognito: But some compromised Pulis programs certified wet ware women as being AI Bots or simply girls working for hire on the game grids. Trying to ferret out these hacked versions of Pulis, which in turn was hacked from your company's software, has proven to be a daunting task. Lately we discovered a suspect in the House of Severus. She should be one of the twelve girls there. You know the responses and the shortfalls of AI and the mechanics of automated and reflex response. Without looking at your company's code, we feel that you can, by observation, interaction, and the process of elimination determine the wet ware women. Once isolated, we can bring resources to back track to her location and---with any luck---find the hacker and the dirty cop in Pulis.

Secundus Mortal: What if the hacker is in my company or locates me?

Terra Incognito: Who said that there would not be risks?

Terra Incognito: You must avoid the authorities until we are done. 

Terra Incognito: Trust me!

Secundus Mortal: I can only trust that you know everything about me.

Secundus Mortal: I should never have joined a 3D chat!

Secundus Mortal: It all seemed like harmless fun. These were avatars.

Secundus Mortal: Avies are not real people.

Secundus Mortal: Sure, some players get lost in their fantasies.

Secundus Mortal: Some people can't separate rl from VR, it's true.

Secundus Mortal: But I am not one of them. Like a good novel or book, it is hard to leave good role play. Double that with the techy "observers" and "observables." The paperback novel and universal literacy changed the western world. Now I'm torn with doubt and disbelief. 

Terra Incognito: Here you will be the player with your AI software. Good luck.

Severus Gorean: Tal Brother Crassius, what can I do for you today?

Crassius Gorean: That girl, "Desire," I wish to purchase her.

Severus Gorean: ((She has a three-month, rl contract.))

Severus Gorean: Girls are sold at auction after three month's training.

Crassius Gorean: I don't want to wait. I want no one else to have her.

Severus Gorean blinks.

Crassius Gorean: I know, a girl should just be a girl, but I want her.

Severus Gorean: Then wait and buy her at auction. I cannot easily or conveniently put a coffle girl in a chastity belt. It would impede training and cause an imposition on the other girls. 

Crassius Gorean: I have an idea.

Severus Gorean: Do tell, Brother Crassius. I am listening. 

Crassius Gorean: Have you ever heard of an inflatable pussy plug? 

Severus Gorean: It isn't Gorean is it?

Crassius Gorean: No, it is not.

Severus Gorean: So, what is it? How does it work?

Crassius Gorean: It inflates like a balloon, only inside a girl's vagina.

Severus Gorean: Inflates?

Crassius Gorean: Yes, it is pumped up with a bulb and an attached tube.

Severus Gorean: Do you have a picture to show me?

Crassius Gorean: Yes. ((Rezzes a bitmapped texture pic.))

Severus Gorean: Wicked looking black beast! Is it painful?

Crassius Gorean: More pressure than pain. Once in place the tube can be unscrewed and the girl cannot remove the indwelling pussy plug. 

Severus Gorean: Now let me see. If it's in her vagina then she can't have vaginal sex? And what of her vaginal secretions? More than that, what of her menstrual fluids? They would all be trapped by this black rubber monstrosity!

Crassius Gorean: True, she would have to visit me often for removal.

Severus Gorean: So, you will be a frequent, paying guest.

Crassius Gorean: A regular guest every other day.

Severus Gorean nods.

Crassius Gorean: A girl should have some days to endure her plug without relief. 

Severus Gorean smiles.

Crassius Gorean: Then it is a done deal?

Severus Gorean: She will be spread on the Saint Andrew's Cross for insertion, inflation, and tube removal. Her pussy is your property. Only one thing, do not damage or injure her. There would be a huge fine for her damage in any way. Is that understood? 

Crassius Gorean: Absolutely! She will not be damaged, just miserable for a short while. I will even leave the tube and inflation bulb with your girl Anna, so she can be unplugged, drained, and cleaned if I am called away for temporary duty.

Severus Gorean: Be well Brother Crassius.

Crassius Gorean: Be well Brother Severus.

Secundus Mortal: Tal Severus, I am Secundus, Warrior.

Severus Gorean: Well met, Secundus. You have my name already.

Severus Gorean: I am Severus, Slaver. Welcome to the House of Severus.

Severus Gorean: How may I assist you. 

Secundus Mortal: I have been to your 'Bound Slave Ring" events and other events.

Severus Gorean: Yes, they are popular.

Secundus Mortal: And I would like a girl to spend quality time with.

Severus Gorean: We have twelve beauties; several are not available for rent. 

Secundus Mortal nods.

Severus Gorean: What in particular might you have in mind? 

Secundus Mortal: I would like one who was originally defiant and obtuse, difficult and recalcitrant, and required extraordinary means to tame. Now she should be a perfect submissive. 

Severus Gorean: I do know what you mean, and I have the right girl for you.

Secundus Mortal: Ah, do tell.

Severus Gorean: She is called "Ching," and she is Chinese.

Secundus Mortal: Oriental?

Severus Gorean: Yes, and she was, or is, a black belt in Kung Fu and Judo!

Secundus Mortal: Oh My God! She could kill me!

Severus Gorean: But she has been tamed.

Secundus Mortal looks nonplussed. 

Severus Gorean: I will explain. The first day she arrived, I had her hands bound behind her back, ankle cuffs with a short, two-foot chain, and on a leash I led her to the House of Beggars, where run-away slave girls were kept. She was permitted to talk to hamstrung girls, girls whose Achilles tendons were severed and others. They each told the same story of flight and eventual capture. Some had hidden out for years and others had join girl gangs called Panthers. No matter, they were finally captured and maimed. Then I explained to her that my girls Lara and Anna were "constrained captors." They were limited in their discipline and punishment. I explained that my girls were not to be scarred, disfigured, or damaged. They must be in prime condition for the auction. Only I could disfigure or slay a girl. I made it clear that her toned body and martial arts were a blessing and a talent that would ensure her a good price and, in that regard, a good Master or Mistress. I, Severus the Slaver, had never before explained those details to a new girl. But I anticipated problems and nipped them in the bud. 

Secundus Mortal: Very wise!

Severus Gorean: Thank you.

Severus Gorean: Shall we arrange a time? My girls don't travel.

Secundus Mortal: I want her all day Saturday.

Severus Gorean: That will cost you. 


Secundus Mortal: I am a Warrior; money is only good for what it can buy.

Severus Gorean: Deal, Warrior. She will be bound and gagged for you.

Severus Gorean: Although that will probably not be necessary.

Secundus Mortal nods

Severus Gorean: Saturday, then it is?

Secundus Mortal: Bye.

Severus Gorean: Be well.

Lara noticed that Ching had an inner strength and dignity. She never screamed or cried out when being switched or disciplined with the five-pronged leather whip. Lara wanted to break Ching's will and watch her cry and beg. But it did not happen. Lara was forbidden to cut, burn, or disfigure a girl. A girl with scars would bring a significantly reduced price. Lara would always greet Ching by slapping each breast and her pussy. Ching had a face of marble, never showing pain, except for tears swelling in her eyes and, on some very rare occasions, spilling over and streaking down her cheeks. Ching never committed a serious enough sin to warrant having her anus whipped six times. Lara had hoped for that, knowing that it was the maximum punishment permitted in the coffle. 

"Anna, dear sister" Lara spoke to the slave girl nurse, "I want Ching to beg and break down. But she is too tough. How can I bring this girl under my thumb?"

"Ching, First Girl" Anna asked, "The oriental girl with a toned body and martial arts training? Surely you jest!" 

"No," Lara retorted, "I am serious as a heart attack."

Anna blinked. "I can make this happen, Lara, but you must be careful. Severus does not take kindly to having his rules broken. While not broken, exactly, shall we say 'bent.' Are you sure this is worth the effort? You are First Girl, still Severus is a Gorean Master." 

"Tell me you scheme and I will talk to Severus in person," Lara responded. "You healers are so reticent and timid. Tell me!"

"You know how I examine the girls each week?" Anna asked. "And one-by-one I have them stand, hands behind their back and legs spread while I use the speculum?" 

"I have never paid much attention, but yes I do remember," Lara answered. "You check their pussies, right." Anna nodded her affirmation. 

"There is an attachment to the speculum to dilate her cervix," Anna continued. "This is very painful and should be done under anesthetic. And we have a tiny egg-shaped device that could be inserted into her uterus. It is remotely controlled and can induce pleasure or pain, pressure or pinching, heat or cold. Once in place she cannot remove it. There is no way---or I don't think of any way---that she could endure standing and letting this be installed without anesthesia. The pain would be unbearable. Surely this would break her dignity, her Kung Fu discipline." 

Lara was silent a minute. "By dilate you mean?" she asked. 

"Stretched," Anna replied. "Stretched out of proportions."

10/18/2008 Taunus Trumbo.



Secundus Ch. 07



It was examination day at the infirmary for the coffle. Twelve naked girls stood in a row. Lara unchained them and Anna went from girl to girl. First she checked the teeth of one followed by another. The same mirror was splashed in an antibacterial solution and used again and again. Then the girl's hair was inspected for nits or lice. After that, one by one Anna rubbed down each girl, feeling for lumps in breasts or swollen lymph nodes in armpits, neck, groin, or inner thighs. Next came the anal examination where Anna shoved a long bony finger into each girl's rectum, wiping with a disinfectant rag. The disinfectant burned and stung. Only the first girl in the coffle avoided the disinfectant coated forefinger. The last part of the examination was the insertion of the speculum into each girl's vagina. 

Lara usually waited outside of the infirmary during these examinations. They bored her. But today she paid special attention. At last the speculum was brought forth. Ching was at the end of the coffle today, by Lara's order. When it was finally her turn, Anna unwrapped a special speculum with a cruel, twisted protrusion. Ching gasped when she realized that the horrid instrument was to enter her vagina and where else? Possibly her uterus? The other girls knew not to stare, but several tried to steal a peek. Lara caught a glance and quickly walked over to the peeking tom and slapped her breasts and pussy hard. The other girls stood silently, legs spread and hands behind their backs. 

Ching breathed deeply and tried to overcome the panic in her mind. She felt the lubricant, cold and slippery being pumped into her warm love canal. The cold metal followed. Lara was standing behind Anna, who had brought a low stool for this procedure and was seated. Ching clenched her fists behind her back and thought of her kung fu mantra. The metal speculum entered with only slight pressure. Then a devilish thumb or tongue of metal pressed the mucus plug of her cervix. Ching gasped. She now realized that her cervix be dilated. She recalled seeing an egg-like object with the speculum. For sure it was not brought without purpose. It was a remotely controlled stimulator.

Ching was able to endure the initial entry of a metal rod into her womb. She was sweating profusely from fear and pain. Her hirsute underarms were wet, warm, and fragrant. The nape of her neck and behind her knees were sopping wet. Her bush was also soaked with the perspiration of fear and pain. Then Anna began to dilate Ching's cervix. The pain mounted exponentially, factorially even. She cried out: "No more, Mistress, please!" Lara laughed and slapped Ching's face as hard as she could. The rest of the girls were frozen with fear. Would Ching lose it and attack Lara, or Anna, or both? What would happen to the coffle?

Ching endured the vicious slap. It let her focus her mind. She silently vowed that if she ever got the chance she would finish off Severus, Lara, and Anna. The dilation continued. Ching had never been pregnant, so her cervix had never been dilated. Hormones would change the sphincters and behavior of her womb. Here there was just mechanical stretching. Tears ran down her cheeks, phlegm pours from her nostrils, she retched and drooled. Then, overcome by pain, she fainted. Lara caught her and put her on her back in a supine position, opening her legs. Anna used the opportunity to finish the stretching and insert the remotely controlled "egg." The mission was complete.

Lara woke Ching by slapping her face, underarms, breasts, and pussy as hard as she could. The slapping brought Ching back from her unconscious state. Struggled and managed to stand up, her knees were wobbly and her legs were weak. Lara set about chaining the coffle. Anna secretly slipped Ching a pill to deaden some of the pain and enhance her stamina. Lara hurried the coffle off to an exercise yard. She was hoping that Ching would fail to perform some exercise so that she could take the switch to her. Ching's martial arts training came to the forefront. She amazed everyone, even herself, in her ability to recover. She had lost her dignity before the coffle. Her loss of face would not be easily recovered. 

Secundus and Crassius were at the House of Severus the Slaver waiting for their girls. Crassius asked if Secundus knew Desire. Secundus said that he was waiting for the girl Ching. Crassius commented that Ching was allegedly a black belt in kung fu and judo. He had heard that Lara finally managed to force the girl to beg merci. Secundus carefully figured that against the AI protocols and the typical human operators. Could Ching actually be wet ware? She would have to give him some indication. This role playing was intense and dangerous. One must never inquire about the rl of the slave girls. The penalty was a huge fine and banishment from the House of Severus and the 3D chat forever. The 3D chat was not cheap and the financial loss would be considerable. Moreover, once banned from one 3D chat almost always meant banishment from all other 3D chats.

Ching Chinese: ccnadu

Ching Chinese: Greetings Master. (some drops of vaginal fluid mixed with a trace of blood oozed from her vulva and dripped between her spread legs.

Secundus Mortal: Greetings girl.

Secundus Mortal: What happened to your privates, girl?

Ching Chinese: Please do not make me answer, Master. It is controlled.

Ching Chinese offers Secundus an object with buttons and an antenna.

Secundus Mortal: A girl has a remote control?

Ching Chinese: It is in a girl's uterus, should she fail to please, Master.

Secundus Mortal now is almost 95% certain that Ching is the wet ware woman.

10/18/2008 Taunus Trumbo 



Secundus Ch. 08



Troy Smith (screen name: Secundus) was at work feverishly trying to find a pesky bug that caused the latest AI subroutine to "freeze" in an infinite loop. This was the most difficult problem to unravel... intermittent, indeterminate, and obtuse. An outright crash leave registers with values and a stack to trace. But this devil was secretive, stolid, stubborn, and sinister. Troy finally narrowed his search down to one complicated logic subsystem. It was recursive and somehow a stored memory value was being corrupted. Another hour and he would be able to trace back and repair the ailing subsystem. "Time for a break," he thought.

Billy "Bubba" Jones came by just as Troy pulled up his latest work on the energy conversion via Tauon disintegration. Bubba saw the quantum mechanics screen. "You still think that you can make a silk purse out of a sow's ear?" Bubba guffawed. He was a practical programmer and a graphics genius but he did disparage the pure scientists and mathematicians a "effete intellectual snobs" and worthless "social parasites." Still he regarded Troy's dream of clean, cheap, copious energy to be worthy of praise as well as scorn. But he would never admit that. 

"I try," Troy answered, "But I just don't understand enough physics. I need to take six months and just read, read, read, and then work problems until I can sharpen up my atrophied mind." 

"Go for it," Bubba retorted. "Don't just daydream. All that scribbling is just mental masturbation." 

"I can't afford to," Troy responded. His 401(K) took a serious dive when the stock market tanked. He had put a great deal into company stock---as all the employees did---and the bubble burst for them all. Troy and Bubba were good, world-class AI men. They kept their jobs, albeit reduced in salary, while younger men were laid off. Troy secretly wished that he could be laid off. Then he could draw unemployment insurance and social security. He would have time to read. Now, exhausted after programming and troubleshooting, he just wasted his leisure in a 3D Chat "world" in cyberspace. But it relieved stress and added vicarious thrills. 

During a lull in the afternoon, Troy (Secundus) slipped into the archives and looked up the company's "Pulis" program and Cop-O-Bot. Sure enough, they had planned to upgrade Cop-O-Bot, but there was no real interest. The company had put a USB port to re-boot and re-load Cop-O-Bot if needed. Surely this is how "the government," as Terra called it, had downloaded and hacked the AI program. It had to be city or state. The federal government would not fret infringement on a patent. They had other ways of inducing a corporation to cooperate on such matters. He recalled once the feds wanted one of his company's programs and they refused. The government classified it confidential and forced it off the market. The company quickly cut its losses and agreed to terms with the feds. This was state or city. Still, they were connected to Interpol and other big agencies. 

One odd fact nonplussed and confused Troy. It Terra was correct and if they did apprehend the hacker wouldn't "the government" be forced to pay a premium plus for the use of the hacked program Pulis. Troy wondered if he could get a slice of the pie, perhaps a bonus, for his participation. 

The day lasted late as the main program finally began execution. Troy and Bubba were sent home. It was late, eight o'clock PM. Troy grabbed a burger at some fast food joint and went straight home and to bed. He arose early and decided to check out the House of Severus before heading to work. It was preparation for the main events of the day. Some new avatar was chatting with Severus.

Twisted Gorean: I would like a special girl, Severus.

Severus Gorean: Everyone seems that way these days. I have standards. 

Severus Gorean: I pride myself on excellence in uniformity.

Twisted Gorean: I can pay whatever price you ask.

Severus Gorean: I pride myself even more on satisfying a VIP customer!

Twisted Gorean nods. 

Severus Gorean: What is your heart's desire, Brother Twist?

Twisted Gorean: I want a milk-producing girl, to make cream for my Blackwine.

Severus Gorean blinks.

Twisted Gorean: That is, I want a lactating female.

Severus Gorean: That can be done, not immediately, three days---and not cheap!

Twisted Gorean: Here is a sack of gold coins, pure fine gold, 24 karat.

Severus Gorean weighs the sack and grins.

Severus Gorean: Three days and no less. 

Twisted Gorean: Good, Brother Severus, what is said of you is all true.

Severus Gorean chuckles.

Severus Gorean: I hope not.

Twisted Gorean: Three days and I will return.

Severus Gorean: And you will be served Blackwine by a lactating slave.

Twisted Gorean: Be Well.

Severus Gorean: Be Well.

Severus called in Anna and Lara and explained to them the nature of the situation. They need a girl who could rapidly be made to lactate. The breast size was not the issue, it was the texture. A girl had to be located near, but not too near, the onset of her period. Lara talked to the girls while Anna reviewed medical charts, records, and notes. The ideal candidate was Jessie. Jessie had a solid build, perfectly proportioned and full mammary, and a wild Libido. She had been observed masturbating in the dark of night. Lara had a peep hole in the kennel wall just to observe. Anna brought the elixir as well as a hypodermic syringe for injection.

Jessie was afraid when she was called out for special treatment. She recalled Terra and Ninet on the Bound Slave Ring. Anna reassured her. "Jessie, dear," Anna began, "A wealthy Master wants a lactating girl for service. You are perfect. This will be an honor and you will receive special treatment as well."

Jessie was relieved. The injection was painful and the elixir had a foul, oily taste to it. Still, she managed to consume all of it. Anna prescribed a diet high in milk and protein. Jessie was to be given plenty of sleep and special exercise. Best of all, as far as Jessie knew, was the fact that while lactating she would not have a period. She would be free of the annoying menstrual cycle.

The morning after her injection, Jessie awoke sore and grumpy. Her breasts were tender and very sensitive. She had no appetite for breakfast. Anna came and encouraged her. After she had eaten, Anna give her the elixir again. Jessie had trouble swallowing it, but managed somehow.

The second day Jessie woke up to find her nipples clogged with some viscous fluid. It was colostrums. Her tender, sensitive breasts were preparing to lactate. And on the third morning she was making milk, albeit a small amount. Anna examined her carefully. Jessie was ready for her first coffee (Blackwine) serve. She entered the main hall wearing an apron and bare breasts, a touch of white on each nipple. (Lara felt that a droplet or two on her bare chest would be good also.)

Severus, Crassius, Secundus, and Twisted were all seated. Breakfast was already served except for the coffee (Blackwine). Kneeling before Twisted, by direction, Jessie measured out sugar and then gave a good squirt of human milk into the coffee cup. "Does Master wish more creamer?" she asked. 

"Yes," roared Twisted. He reached over and squeezed her left breast. A small squirt came out into his cup. Jessie was embarrassed by such an action as well as by her scant offering. All eyes were on Twisted and Jessie. Then Twisted spoke: "Would anyone like milk in their Blackwine?" The other men, realizing the extreme difficulty behind getting a girl to lactate in three short days, declined. A sense of serendipity filled the room. Everyone was in a good mood. Even Lara, who was the most critical of First Girls, seemed satisfied.

10/20/2008 Taunus Trumbo