0 comments/ 7453 views/ 1 favorites Sari in VR Ch. 01 By: Taunus Toy Euler: Greetings! Faustina Mortal: Hello Toy. Sari Stone: Hi Toy, Hi Faustina Faustina Mortal: Hello Sari. Toy Euler: What brings you two to this dark area of cyberspace? Faustina Mortal: I was looking for Sari with questions. Sari Stone: I was looking for some release. Things are so different for me now. Ever since being held in that Internet Cybersex Prison I have been a different girl. For sure I don't want to be kept naked, humiliated a dozen different ways, and have my head shaved. But there is something about the game grid that is drawing me back. I want to be plugged in again, not totally controlled, but able to role play and feel the sensations. Faustina Mortal: No my child! Your work in physics is too important. Toy Euler: Why can't she do both? Many creative people have bizarre desires. Faustina Mortal: I disagree. It is only through the straight and narrow. Sari Stone: Toy may have a point. Anyway, Faustina, what did you want to ask me. You said that you had questions. Faustina Mortal: That senior paper you wrote in physics on space travel and the evolution of sentient beings. It has troubled the faithful. Sari Stone: It is just science and an extrapolation of technology. Toy Euler: Religion isn't troubled; it is "trouble." You still believe that the world is flat and is the center of the universe? Faustina Mortal: That's not fair! Sari Stone: Your questions, Sister Faustina. Faustina Mortal: You spoke of creating gravity in space travel. We always see people in space floating around. How is that possible? Sari Stone: Easy. Just have an inertial coordinate system accelerating at the same rate as earth's gravity: thirty-two feet per second-square, for Americans, and 9.8 m/s^2 for the scientists and the rest of the world. Faustina Mortal blinks. Faustina Mortal: Accelerating? Doesn't that burn fuel? Like a car traveling at an accelerated rate of speed? Toy Euler snickers. Sari Stone: Accelerating a body does require energy, fuel that is. Sari Stone ignores the expression "accelerated rate of speed." Toy Euler: Don't listen to her and her ancient faith. We can get you a whole cybersex suit and a Virtual Reality (VR) helmet. Next thing you know you'll be able to climax a dozen times a day. With the neural cortex magnetic flux, you can even have an orgasm on demand. No need to ever fake another to please some selfish oaf. Sari Stone smiles. Faustina Mortal: And you indicated some fuel, some energy source in deep space. What did you call it? "Interstellar space?" Sari Stone: Precisely. Sari Stone: The emptiness of space is anything but empty. The sun creates a "solar wind," blowing out photons, electrons, protons, and those helium nuclei called Alpha Particles. Then there are the ubiquitous cosmic rays. These, I consider, are energy sources. Faustina Mortal: Like the wind on a canvas sail? The space ship is likened unto a sailing ship, but the wind in the sail is the solar wind? Toy Euler chuckles. Sari Stone: Some mention that as an "intrastellar" possibility; however, the "canvas can do miracles" for an artist, but in space travel, I'm afraid that it's lacking. Still, I can envision the particles as a reliable energy source. That is, assuming one can make proper use of it. Toy Euler grins. Toy Euler: Sari Stone is mentioning a theory alluded to by the actress Sharon Stone. A brilliant woman and much sought after on the game grid. Too bad she won't allow the artisans to make a high resolution (hires) avatar for our enjoyment and future enlightenment. My but her pellucid, translucent, gossamer, diaphanous garments bring light to the most astigmatic, myopic eyes! Sari Stone nods. Sari Stone: I wish I could have her hires avatars for 18, 21, 24, 30, 40, and fifty years old. Toy Euler nods her silent assent. Faustina Mortal tries to re-direct the conversation. Faustina Mortal: What is "proper use" and what is the energy source? Sari Stone: The protons are the penultimate source of energy. But to unwrap the mystery of the proton means understanding the propagating shockwave of the Big Bang. This is analogous to the medieval warlock who can un-create the universe by reciting the name of God backwards. Toy Euler guffaws. Faustina Mortal: Do tell. Sari Stone: "Nothing from nothing leaves nothing." I spelled out my ideas and supporting models. The professors derided and dismissed my work. It is over now. Faustina Mortal: But I have a connection way up high. IM: the blare of trumpets and the roll of stirring drums. Toy Euler: The only thing you have up high is your head up your ass, Faustina. Your religious mumbo jumbo doesn't do squat for me. Faustina Mortal ignores Toy Euler. Faustina Mortal: But I thought the energy was somehow in Uranium. Like the atomic bomb? Sari Stone: You are talking fission, splitting of an atom with unstable daughters and neutron emission. The Hydrogen bomb is fusion, putting together two heavy water molecules and converting Deuterium to Helium. I am talking total conversion of mass---here the Proton or Hydrogen nucleus---from matter to energy plus anti-matter, the Positron. I called the process "Positronium," but it was rejected. WTF, I get my degree anyway. I get a job and forget everything. Why not? Faustina Mortal: The congregations of the faithful look for a solution. Sari Stone: Be that as it may, I want a Dom to take me and use me wantonly. Toy promises me a cybersex outfit that can be controlled from the computer. After school I want the pleasure again. The Internet Cybersex Prison (Izpris) wasn't all terrible. I did cum a dozen times a day. Faustina Mortal: Disgusting. Faustina Mortal: You are in need of prayer. Faustina Mortal: I will send a spirit for you. Faustina Mortal logs off. Toy Euler: I'm glad you seek the pleasures of Cybersex. It has come a long way from the first "typing" games to pictures (hires pics) and then to 3D avatars. Now with the attachments and VR helmet, you can feel and experience total arousal and deep brain stimulation. And it's all magnetic so there is no danger. Many lost their minds trying to develop this construct. The Unabomber worked with the very same ideas. He worked with boundary values for partial differential equations. This is just what the powerful VR helmet induces. The focused Poynting vector induces stimulation of the orgasm and sexual drive areas of the brain. Toy Euler: Can we ship it to you? Sari Stone: Please. How much will it cost? Toy Euler: It is very expensive. But for you, to be used by Mephisto Diablo again---gratis, libre, free, freebie, etc, &c, &c, ad infinitum. Sari Stone: I am so anxious to be back on the game grid again. Toy Euler: And we want you back badly as well. Cybersex is addictive and you are our most beloved addict. Too bad you had to escape from the Izpris. But things happen. Sari Stone: Stuff and things do happen. 7 Jun 2009 Taunus Trumbo Sari in VR Ch. 02 Hedy Lamarr (11/9/1913--1/19/2000) was an American actress, inventor, and scientist. At restaurants and night clubs, men would discuss technical and engineering matters, considering Hedy to be a beautiful but brainless bimbo. Little did they realize that she was able to absorb their proprietary and innovative ideas in radar, radio, and electronics-and-magnetism (E&M). As interesting and absorbing as her biography is, by the year 3,000 she, along with almost all other personages of our day, will be forgotten. Only pedants and scholars delving into dusty old records will even be faintly aware of her and her accomplishments. Just who will be remembered from our egotistic era? Probably Albert Einstein, Adolph Hitler, and Max Planck will be remembered. Maybe a few others. One thing is certain, however: Whosoever unlocks the penultimate energy source will be remembered. Mankind on a single, isolated planet, subject to cosmic catastrophes, will eventually face extinction. It is only by venturing to the stars that mankind will secure an extended existence. This is a fact, a scientific reality, and a statistical certainty. And just exactly what can be found in the vast darkness of interstellar space that might be used as an energy source? What could power a space craft without the driving flux of the solar wind? Interstellar space is sparse but not empty. There are photons, electrons, protons, helium nuclei (alpha particles), and rare traces of other elements. Consider a scenario wherein the proton itself can be "burned" to produce energy and liberate the positively charged positron. Regard the proton as an energy source. It might even be compared to a combination lock. To "unlock" this energy combination lock, contemporary physicists slam muchly accelerated particles into the isolated hydrogen nucleus. The result, albeit picturesque, has yielded no applicable results. Maybe one should try using the combination? Mankind may extend its existence. Perhaps some female of the species, regarded as a beautiful but bitchy blonde, would seize the opportunity to save mankind, despite the fact that men of earth probably aren't worth saving in the first place. Looking into such a conditional probability, P[A|B], Sari Stone slips into her VR costume, with stimulators to her tender taboo treasure trove, her Holy of Holies, her Glory of Glories, and elsewhere. She puts on the VR helmet, with its directional 3D viewer as well as powerful magnetic field generator. From her cramped dorm room she enters a world of sight and sound, fantasy and fun, the erotic and the exotic. She is role-playing as a passenger on a star ship, constantly accelerating, and headed towards the star Alpha Centauri. The voyage is uneventful. There are the customary avatar "extras" in their supporting roles preparing scenarios to be enacted later. The handsome male avatar with his gorgeous body is certainly worth the trouble to enjoy in a robust, erotic tryst. What's the good of VR without a liberal portion of XXX-rated cybersex, anyway? Steve Stalward was folding his clothes in the laundry room when Sari Stone entered with a dress to quick steam and press. The orderliness and military manner in which Steve Stalward folded and sorted socks, briefs, and T-shirts caught Sari's eye. She smiled at him and her gesture initiated a conversation. "I must have been blind not to see you before now," Steve remarked. "This voyage has been mediocre up until now." Sari Stone blushed. "I bet you say that to all the girls you meet," Sari retorted mildly. Steve was a bot, a programmed entity. There was no human character behind the avatar. "Let me prove myself," Steve interjected, contradicting her. "There is a dance tonight in the main ball room. Let me be your escort." "How could you know that I am simply crazy about ballroom dancing?" Sari asked. "Elementary," he answered. "For what other reason would you be steaming an evening gown?" Sari should have anticipated the observation. Each action of Steve Stalward was designed to please, stimulate, and arouse her. She made a "fast forward" scene change to put her in her gown and Steve in his tuxedo on the ballroom floor. Sidebar conversations all indicated that the men on the dance floor were awed by Sari and all the women green with envy at her dance partner. Steve only had eyes for Sari. His compliments and interest in her grew her passion and desire. As he twirled her around in graceful pirouettes she felt the moisture build in her hypogastric triangle. Not only was her vulva damp with the perspiration of arousal but her honey nectar, her oils of submission, seeped from her tumescent and engorged vagina. Sari was burning with desire. She kissed Steve passionately and whispered that they should retire to her stateroom. Steve followed her lead and they soon were embracing in warm, wet kisses as they undressed. Sari gasped at Steve's Massive Erect Member (MEM). The VR costume easily inflated hydraulic and pneumatic devices to perfectly simulate the coitus induced in the 3D chat room. From the missionary position, Steve rolled her over on top. "How could he be so aware of my preferences?" Sari thought to herself. The answer was that Steve Stalward was just an android extracting data from a database. Lips, hands, and penis worked their magic on Sari. Soon she experienced an earth-shattering orgasm. She felt the earth move beneath them at precisely the moment of climax. The sky reddened and thunder rolled followed by the flash of lightning as cause and effect reversed themselves. Sari drifted into reverie. From her hypnagogic state she recalled the stories and history surrounding the technology behind interstellar space travel. Even as every British school child would know the date of the Battle of Hastings, 1066, so every human being would know the name and details concerning the woman who made space travel possible, saved the environment, and allowed mankind clean, cheap, copious energy. In the early Twenty-First Century Global Warming was recognized, along with the finite, limited reserves of fossil fuels---petroleum, crude oil, Texas Tea. With economic indicators displaying incredible volatility and uncertainty and the media awash in spurious claims of "Green Power," it was not surprising that a blonde genius and her revolutionary ideas would pass unnoticed and unrecognized. But that is the way of science. Max Planck expressed it well when he stated that new ideas are not accepted because they are true, valid, and correct. They are only accepted when the adherents to the old ideas die off. Sari wondered how exciting it must have been to discover an energy source not only powerful enough to supply the entire earth but able to sustain space travel as well. The science fiction concept of "warp drive" and "folding space" was also a possibility. This should happen when mankind finally reaches the distant Lagrange hypercube where space permits a singular "flat region." Of course this singularity of finite order is not to be confused with the essential singularity at the expanding boundary of the universe itself. Relaxing in each other's arms they were startled by an announcement over the shipboard emergency intercom. "This is the Captain. We have been approached by an alien vessel of vastly superior technology and weaponry. They have apparently been studying our species and demand a specimen from our passengers. Failure to comply would have dire consequences for each of us." "We have made a random selection from among the ship's manifest," the Captain continued. "Sari Stone is to report to the transfer pod for delivery to the alien vessel." Sari embraced Steve. She knew her duty. The pod containing Sari passed from the huge colony ship of thousands to the military vessel of only a few dozen warriors and scientists. They were on a mission to collect specimens. Due respect was accorded sentient beings; still, research was research. Sari waited while the cargo bay pressurized before exiting the pod. The aliens were puke green with tentacles. Sari noticed that the number of tentacles seem to vary between six and ten. She assumed that age produced a higher count. A computerized human voice commanded her to undress and mount the examination table. Sari hesitated. She knew that once on the table, naked, unprotected, and vulnerable, there would be no limits. Still, she took a deep breath and undressed. The lights flickered as the intensity adjusted to her radiant, naked splendor. On the table, she felt the padded clamps lock wrists, ankles, and neck in place. A green alien climbed atop her. Tentacles seized her breasts and one separated her vulva and entered her vagina. Sari squirmed and trembled. Then she felt a tentacle seek to enter her Glory of Glories. Separating her glorious hemispheres took much time and lubricant. Sari could only hold her buttock tight for so long. Once to her brown star the sphincter muscles were unable to prevent anal penetration. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes into hours as tentacles wormed their way into every possible orifice. Even her urethra was not sacrosanct! A tiny tendril entered her bladder and made her feel bloated and distended. She felt burning desires to urinate, defecate, and climax all at the same time. The alien seemed to understand her biology and massaged her G-spot, clitoris, and breasts. Sari Stone struggled to avoid giving the amorphous green slime ball the recipient of her orgasm. She tried to think of other things. But her arousal only intensified. At last she came in a flood of vaginal juice. The alien seems to understand, if not appreciate, her situation. After she finished having her multiple orgasms, she was released, given back her clothes, and returned via the pod to the cargo ship. She had proven herself a worthy specimen. 12 Jun 2009 Taunus Trumbo Sari in VR Ch. 03 The call letters of one of the Public Broadcasting System (PBS) TV stations in Los Angeles are KCET. The letters "c" and "e" are fused to create a logo similar to the infinity sign. The infinity sign is also known as a lemniscate. To a Texan it would be the cattle brand called a "lazy eight." No matter, the station announces its call sign by saying: "I watch KCET because the stars in the sky are more fascinating to me than the stars in the sidewalk." This is clearly a reference to Hollywood. In the year 3,000 it is very highly probable that the concrete sidewalk will only exist as a series of rarely viewed computer images. Sari Stone exists in the not-so-distant future where various devices can be plugged into a computer to stimulate the user. On the small screen are ultra high resolution avatars. These avatars are totally programmable and able to translate emotes into gestures and animations. The transitions are seamless, flexuous, fluid, continuous, as well as smooth. The word "smooth" here is used in the mathematical sense of the word, meaning the first derivative is continuous as well. Of course not every boring transition must be endured. The world of Virtual Reality (VR) affords "fade out" and "fade in" to change scenes or collect some object or attachment to the avatar (AKA "avie"). Suppose, for example, that the avatar requires a screwdriver in its right hand. The screen fades and refreshes to display the avatar now with the needed attachment. This also accounts for the passage of time. The simple creation of the screwdriver from thin air isn't acceptable to the aficionado of computer animation. Avatars in 3D chat rooms move from simulator (sim) to sim via the artifice called teleportation, or "tp" for short. They usually fade before disappearing (called "derezzing") and reappear elsewhere (called rezzing). The verb "to rez" is cyber-speak for resolve or resolution. Extending human knowledge with the bold assumption that the evolution of intelligence is limited only by imagination leads to the belief that there is a cheap, clean, copious energy source. Otherwise mankind is certainly due to perish in its own excrement, a victim of burning polluting fossil fuels and creating landfills. Coal is plentiful and inexpensive, but it is dirty. "Old King Coal was a dirty old soul and a dirty old soul was he. He called for his pipe(line) and he called for his bowl and he called for his lobbyists three." Sari returns to the accelerating platform on her continuing voyage to Alpha centauri. She already had a tryst with Steve Stalward and was penetrated fore and aft, ventral and caudal by a disgusting green being with tendrils. It was almost taken from some Twentieth Century Japanese Hentai comic book. She paid a visit to the ship's infirmary. The physician was a person, not a bot. The screen name was Scrotus Doctorow. "I was sacrificed to a horrid green monster to save the ship," Sari Stone explained. "For over an hour I was penetrated anally, vaginally, orally, and even my urethra, nasal passages, and ear canals were explored." She went on to explain how she was stretched, distended, and expanded. "You need to disrobe for an examination," Doctor Scrotus instructed. Sari gladly undressed. She still had an alien odor even after washing repeatedly. The ship even afforded her unlimited water rations for her brave sacrifice. "There is reddening and dilation but no abrasion or tissue tearing. The creature clearly knew what it was up to. I get traces of some water-soluble gel, of undetermined composition. We will want some swabs for the mass spectrometer, gas chromatography, and other analyses." Sari nodded. She was becoming aroused as Doctor Scrotus spread her delicate pussy petals and explored her Holy of Holies. He was handsome and educated. She moaned with ecstasy as he felt her cervix. Both were aware of her unabashed excitement. "It is a good thing that you were not harmed or kept by those pirates," Doctor Scrotus stated. "We are an unarmed cargo ship, ill prepared to do battle with such rogue beings. But the Fleet has been informed and will issue a stern warning and follow up with military action should need be. Do you sense any psychological trauma, Sari, or is it too soon to tell?" "There's nothing wrong with me that a strong drink and an even stronger dick won't cure," Sari blurted out. The fact that the alien made her cum and the likelihood than anything less than a bold, direct statement would be disregarded by Doctor Scrotus drove her to action. Doctor Scrotus pulled out from his anal examination and went over to his desk. He returned momentarily with two plastic medication cups and a bottle of earth whiskey. Alcohol was produced on board, along with many other items, but true terra firma liquor was a special treat. "Let me get some ice," Doctor Scrotus spoke. Sari shook her head "no." She wanted a straight shot now and eyed the gynecological chair for next up. Sari's figure, 35B-25-35, was inviting. With such a special situation Doctor Scrotus filled the cups and they both took a strong drink for medicinal purposes. Sari eagerly mounted the gynecological table and put her legs in the stirrups. Scrotus worked to part her widely and dropped his pants and hocked his drawers. His circumcised member throbbed as the irregular veins pulsed with sanguine arousal. Sari noticed the high, acute angle his penis made with his caudal plane. In fact, the tumescent, turgid dork was nearly parallel to his six-pack abs. This was going to be a fuck to remember! A little warming lubricant on his glans penis allowed her vulva, still sore from the slimy green tentacle, to permit entry of his massive member. The alien was outdone by the rock-hard steel shaft that drove in and out, pumping like a piston. In and out, the perspiration of arousal beaded on the two foreheads as they rushed to a frenzied climax. Sari felt her pudenda engorge and distend with hot, heavy hemoglobin. She could hear her heart beat as pubococcygeal muscles tightened and sphincters osculated against male flesh. Her tiny rosette clenched so tightly that it hurt as she felt the flash of pre-climax flux up and down her Glory of Glories. Her bowels tensed as the earth-shattering moment of climax approached. They came together as Scrotus's lewd, lascivious, licentious, libidinal lips kissed and his mouth sucked her perfectly proportioned mammary. He ran the rough blade of his tongue over her puckered areolas. Her nipples stood at attention. Just as the climax approached she noticed the change in the hue of her areolas from umber through sienna to ochre, ruddy with arterial blood. That creature had even penetrated her milk ducts. The ache would not stem the rising tide of her upcoming orgasm. How Sari wished that she could have met the woman responsible for converting isolated hydrogen nuclei directly into energy. One by-product was the positron. This antimatter would be captured in a containment field. What an intense weapon it could make: the positron beam! Only an extremely powerful electromagnetic field, pulsed at just the right moment could offer any defense at all. As Sari Stone considered the effect of a powerful Electro-Magnetic Pulse (EMP) she was totally enraptured and enthralled by an overpowering orgasm. The very limbic region of her brain was flooded with endorphins. She could only feel wave after wave of crass carnal craving whetted by a flood of neural stimulation. She felt her vaginal fluids dampen her whole inner thigh. Wishing that the earth military space craft would dispatch a massive positron beam against the aliens who violated her was folly. She wasn't damaged or injured. There were no mutilations, incisions, or lacerations. The slimy green creatures would probably get off with a warning. For sure their craft would also support the positron beam weapon. If only the world had listened to that brilliant but bitchy blonde! She could have revealed much, much more. But the establishment convinced her to follow the devices and desires of her heart rather than pursue the solution to the energy quagmire. 13 Jun 2009 Taunus Trumbo Sari in VR Ch. 04 There is a saying among intellectuals that goes like this: "If History only teaches us one lesson it's that we don't learn any lessons from History." This paradox is on the order of the question: "If the barber shaves every man who does not shave himself, who shaves the barber?" Well, I got a haircut today and my barber was female. Enough said on that topic? No one knows the future; however, by extrapolation of evidence and forecasting of trends one may make some observations with a very high degree of confidence. (Maybe one may even be 99% certain about some detail or another.) For sure we will run out of fossil fuel sometime in the future. After all, it is a finite, non-renewable resource. It's almost certain that Moore's Law can't continue indefinitely. There is the ultimate quantum limit. Moore's Law maintains that computing power (whatever that is) will double every eighteen months. But there is another possibility: the Parallel-Processing Personal Computer (P3C). Sari Stone is able to immerse herself in Virtual Reality. She leaps into the star ship carrying a cargo of humans to Alpha centauri. In the future world there are androids (male, gynoids, female). These are sentient beings! They are conscious of their own existence. In the world of ancient faith and theology, these soulless creatures would either be angels or devils. Angels who please and help---devils who tease and hurt. But devils are forbidden by the laws of robotics. Does this mean that the mind of man will not create them? Why would one drift into the dark region where androids are Doms of the dark side? Maybe to do things which are forbidden, proscribed, or impossible in real life. The 3D chat is the rather obvious extension of the movie, the paper back novel, and the anonymous phone call. Imagine the bookish teacher or librarian, living a life where any impropriety would cost her her job. What passion lies beneath that prim and proper exterior? How cautious she would be to preserve her reputation? But in anonymous cyberspace, she can realize her wildest fantasies, given a suitable partner---human or sentient being. The sim is named "Domscape." It is a BDSM sim which is basically a large ballroom surrounded by a number of small alcoves for private interactions. On the walls are many pictures of girls in various and sundry states of bondage. Some positions are erotic, others display different degrees of discomfiture. It is clear that a submissive female (a subbie) would have no problem finding a Dom (male) or Domme (female). IM: Severus Gor: Greetings Sari, have you been to Domscape before? IM: Sari Stone: No, this is my first time. IM: Severus Gor: I am Severus of Gor. (sentient bot) IM: Sari Stone: Well I am just Sari. Read my profile. IM: Severus Gor: (I did.) IM: Sari Stone: and... IM: Severus Gor: Come dance with me. IM: Sari Stone: OK IM: Severus Gor lets his elevator eyes scan her cusps, cleavages, contours, curves, and clefts. IM: Sari Stone smiles. IM: Severus Gor: You are a gorgeous woman, Sari. IM: Sari Stone: Thank You, Sir. IM: Severus Gor: Ah, call me "Master" not "Sir." IM: Sari Stone: Yes, Master. IM: Severus Gor clicks on a slow dance blue pose ball. IM: Sari Stone clicks on the red slow dance pose ball. IM: Severus Gor rubs her sculptured shoulders. IM: Sari Stone purrs. IM: Severus Gor feels the warm, wet nape of her neck. IM: Sari Stone shivers at his touch. IM: Severus Gor: What are a girl's hard limits? IM: Sari Stone blinks. She is surprised. IM: Severus Gor grins. IM: Sari Stone: I guess death, mutilation, and scat. IM: Severus Gor: That is all? IM: Sari Stone: Sure, why not? IM: Severus Gor: Just asking. IM: Sari Stone: What does Master have in mind? IM: Severus Gor runs fingertips down her finely arched spine to the small of her back. Collects some of her perspiration of arousal with pheromones. Sniffs her scent and lets the olfactory nerve transport the pheromones to the limbic region of the brain. The olfactory induces endorphins, chemical messages to the parasympathetic nervous system. The parasympathetic nervous system causes his member to become turgid with sanguine arousal. IM: Sari Stone: lol, a lot to say to get a hard on! IM: Severus Gor pulls off her tank top and tosses it aside, revealing her perfectly proportioned mammary. IM: Sari Stone: mmmm IM: Severus Gor seizes her puckered areolas between thumbs and forefingers. Gives her nipples a gentle pull and a twist. IM: Sari Stone: Oh Master. IM: Severus Gor observes her areolas change hue from umber through sienna to an ochre, ruddy with sanguine arousal. IM: Sari Stone rubs her leg against his. IM: Sari Stone: Oh Master, I am so wet! IM: Severus Gor unbuttons her blue jeans and pulls them down. IM: Sari Stone steps out of her blue jeans. Now she is only wearing tennis shoes and a thong. IM: Severus Gor grabs the back of her thong and pulls then releases it. He lets the thong rub her comely clit, the atrium to her Holy of Holies and the entrance to her Taboo Treasure Trove, her Glory of Glories. IM: Sari Stone rubs her hot twat against his thigh. IM: Severus Gor begins at the base of her breasts. He prods, pokes, pinches, pulls, and examines her arteries, veins, milk ducts, milk sacs, mesentery, muscle, and adipose tissue. IM: Sari Stone moans. IM: Severus Gor continues to knead and massage her teats. Moving up from the base he holds the congested blood and prods the center to make it stone hard. IM: Sari Stone: I love a titty man! IM: Severus Gor: I love a girl without hard limits! IM: Sari Stone smiles. IM: Severus Gor pulls down her thong. Lets it puddle to her ankles. IM: Sari Stone reaches down and pulls the thong over her tennis shoes. Now she is completely naked except for foot ware. IM: Severus Gor grabs her carved ivory derriere and twirls her around in a graceful pirouette. IM: Sari Stone: Whee! IM: Severus Gor spreads her glorious hemispheres to display her lovely rosette to those on the ballroom floor. IM: Sari Stone blushes. She has never been displayed so before. IM: Severus Gor: good girl. IM: Severus Gor glides a thumb across her clitoris and separates her vulva. He inserts his thumb deep into her vagina and locates her cervix. Backs off to her G-spot. Rubs her G-spot with a manicured thumbnail. IM: Sari Stone: Oh, Master. IM: Severus Gor: Is a girl aroused? IM: Sari Stone: She is going to cum soon. IM: Severus Gor: A girl must hold her orgasm until given permission. IM: Sari Stone:? IM: Severus Gor: A girl can only climax when given permission by her Master. IM: Sari Stone: Yes, Master. IM: Severus Gor works her clit while thumb massages her Holy of Holies. IM: Sari Stone moans. IM: Severus Gor: Girl insert finger into anus. IM: Sari Stone: Do what Master? IM: Severus Gor: Stick a finger up your ass. IM: Sari Stone: ... er... yes, Master. IM: Severus Gor: Good girl. IM: Sari Stone pushes her right index finger into her rectum. Discovers she is even more stimulated. Squirms and wiggles. IM: Severus Gor: Push in deeper girl. He keeps pumping her vagina. IM: Sari Stone: May a girl cum now, Master? IM: Severus Gor: Hold your climax girl. IM: Sari Stone: A girl is one fire with desire, Master. Can I cum? Pretty please. IM: Severus Gor breathes on her ear and neck. IM: Sari Stone groans. IM: Severus Gor: Very good girl. You are the envy of the room. IM: Sari Stone blushes crimson with embarrassment. IM: Severus Gor: Are you wet at the keyboard as well? IM: Sari Stone: Yes I am, but you are a bot. Can You cum, Master. IM: Severus Gor: A sentient being can appreciate the mental activity. IM: Sari Stone: I don't see how? IM: Severus Gor kisses and licks her teats with the rough blade of this tongue. IM: Sari Stone: A girl can't hold her cum! IM: Severus Gor: A girl must! IM: Sari Stone: What if a girl cums anyway? IM: Severus Gor: She will be punished. IM: Sari Stone is unable to prevent the earth-shattering orgasm. * 20 Jun 2009 Taunus Trumbo Sari in VR Ch. 05 The sim is named "Domscape." It is a BDSM sim which is basically a large ballroom surrounded by a number of small alcoves for private interactions. On the walls are many pictures of girls in various and sundry states of bondage. Some positions are erotic, others display different degrees of discomfiture. Sari Stone finds herself drawn back to the sim and to Severus Gor despite the possible punishment. She still maintains final control of her VR equipment. In the Internet Cybersex Prison (Izpris) the client was in control of the tubes, pumps, electrodes, and powerful VR helmet. IM: Severus Gor: Welcome back gorgeous gifted girl. IM: Sari Stone: Thank You, Master. IM: Severus Gor: A girl may completely undress now for use. IM: Sari Stone: Yes Master. IM: Severus Gor smiles. IM: Sari Stone unties the single know holding her shift. IM: Sari Stone lets the garment puddle to the floor about her ankles. IM: Severus Gor smiles IM: Sari Stone steps out of her clothes and kneels. IM: Sari Stone: .nadu IM: Severus Gor: Good girl. IM: Sari Stone smiles. IM: Severus Gor: Your avatar is very beautiful. Is it a Sharon Stone? IM: Sari Stone: Yes it is, at eighteen-years old. IM: Severus Gor: I approve. IM: Sari Stone: It was expensive, but to please a Master... IM: Severus Gor: ... to please and to tease... IM: Sari Stone chuckles. IM: Severus Gor grabs Sari and straps her to the Saint Andrew's cross. IM: Sari Stone offers no resistance to her bondage. IM: Severus Gor: Be grateful that I didn't put you on upside down, girl. IM: Sari Stone: A girl is grateful, Master. IM: Severus Gor: One item of interest. A slave girl is much more fun that a hot high school filly. I can work a slave girl's breasts for as long as I wish. She can only beg for me to quit. The high school girl wouldn't allow that. IM: Sari Stone: Yes, Master. IM: Severus Gor starts a the base of her breasts, kneading and massaging, and works up to the areolas. He completes the ritual by pinching her nipples between thumbs and forefingers, separating them, and gently twisting them. IM: Sari Stone moans as she feels the stimulation. She tests the straps binding her to the Saint Andrew's Cross and determines that there is no escape. IM: Severus Gor runs fingertips across her armpits, moistening them with the comingled perspiration of arousal and animal pheromones. IM: Sari Stone giggles. IM: Severus Gor licks her hairless underarms with the rough blade of his tongue. He continues to massage and tease her teats with pulling and titty twisters. IM: Sari Stone: Oh, Master, my breasts are so tender now. IM: Severus Gor feels a hard center forming in her mammary. IM: Sari Stone: Oh Master, could You attend to my wet pussy and let my breasts have a break? Your rubbing is arousing but uncomfortable. IM: Severus Gor I will decide when enough is enough girl. IM: Sari Stone squirms and wiggles. IM: Sari Stone: Yes, Master. IM: Severus Gor continues to suck, lick, and kiss her nipples, but slides hands down her flanks and flat hypogastric triangle to her Holy of Holies. IM: Sari Stone tingles with anticipation. IM: Severus Gor works his right thumb into her vagina, spreading her vulva as though it were orchid petals, soft and sensual. IM: Sari Stone tightens her sphincters about his digital intrusion. IM: Severus Gor glides his manicured thumbnail along the roof of her vagina, finds her cervix and rubs it vigorously. IM: Sari Stone twists and tries to pull back as he manipulates the tiny neck of her uterus. There is more discomfort than arousal. But her ass is against the hard wood of the cross and she is spread eagle with no degree of freedom, only a few inches of "wiggle room." IM: Severus Gor runs the rough blade of his tongue over her puckered and very sensitive areolas. He pushes his mouth over her breasts and lets his teeth rub and massage her teats wantonly. IM: Sari Stone cannot refuse or escape the mouth. Her breasts ache. They are sore and swollen now. If he continues, they will no doubt be bruised and discolored from abuse. IM: Severus Gor works a second hand, parting her glorious hemispheres and pressing against her comely rosette. IM: Sari Stone: ((reacts, the VR HUD measures and activates an inflatable pneumatic tube in her rectum, stretching and distending her anus real time. She can "override" the HUD, but chooses not to. Sari Stone enjoys the feeling of being bound and treated as a submissive, a slave girl. IM: Severus Gor removes his thumb from her ass and lubricates it well. IM: Sari Stone shudders as she sees the size of his thumb. IM: Severus Gor slowly and deliberately inserts his thumb into her rectum. Now he has one thumb rubbing and scraping her cervix and another deep in her bowels, curling and twisting. IM: Sari Stone is both aroused and annoyed. IM: Severus Gor watches his Heads Up Display HUD), notices her vital signs: heart rate, blood pressure, Galvanic skin response, cerebral activity, body temperature, and other parameters. IM: Sari Stone blushes as she senses a pending climax. IM: Severus Gor drives thumbs in harder, deeper, faster... IM: Sari Stone: May a girl cum, Master? IM: Severus Gor: Permission denied! A girl will hold her orgasm. IM: Sari Stone: Yes Master. IM: Severus Gor enjoys driving her level of arousal to new, unheard-of heights. His mouth leaves her teats for a brief moment to rape her lips with a sloppy, sensual French kiss. IM: Sari Stone gags as his tongue enters her oral cavity. IM: Severus Gor finds her G-spot and massages it rapidly. IM: Sari Stone squirms and wriggles to hold her climax. Remembers once when she had to hold her urine an extended period of time. The two compare. IM: Severus Gor: Is a girl nearing her climax? IM: Sari Stone: Yes Master. Please. IM: Severus Gor checks his HUD. IM: Sari Stone waits. IM: Severus Gor: Cum slut. Cum hard. Cum fast. IM: Sexual Object attains a sexual climax. IM: Sari Stone wiggles and twists as she cums, a multiple orgasm. 21 Jun 2009 Taunus Trumbo. Sari in VR Ch. 06 In high school physics we are told that there is a constant, g, which is a measure of the earth's gravity. Then we are told that the constant really is a variable, depending on where one is. Then we are given a new constant, G, called the universal gravitational constant. And we are promised that it is a constant and not a variable. But there can be situations where... Get the drift? Sari Stone wrote a senior paper in physics. Her paper considered time not as a positive real number but as a complex number. The restriction being that it could never be negative real; it must always have an imaginary component if the real part is negative. From this assertion, Sari Stone, genius that she is, was able to derive Maxwell's equations directly from the Schrodinger Wave Equation. But her teachers called it fallacious. It wasn't their idea. Toy Euler: Rumor has it that you are back in BDSM and that you stirred the pot in physics at your school. Sari Stone: The professor gave me a "C" on my paper. When I asked him what was wrong with it, he said that some constants can't be treated as variables. He said other things as well. Toy Euler: That sucks. Sari Stone nods. Toy Euler: Want to be my subbie? I could be your Domme? Sari Stone: Thanks but you are artificial intelligence, just a bot! Toy Euler: But I am sentient, I exist. I need interaction. Sari Stone: Yeah, to get money to pay your ISP! Toy Euler: That too! Tell me about the ball! Sari Stone: Oh, the punctured sphere? It's like the contour integral, wrapped a pole with connecting paths. Then take the limit. Toy Euler: And that is? Sari Stone: Particles like protons, fermions with structure. Toy Euler: Speak English. Sari Stone: Never mind. Toy Euler: You were such a submissive in the cybersex prison. Sari Stone shakes her head "no." Toy Euler: I enjoyed using you. Don't you miss it too? Sari Stone: Not at all, I escaped didn't I? Sari Stone: I was liberated by a military unit. If I hadn't had a hysterectomy then your tracking device would have located me and I would still be on the game grid with tubes sticking into every body cavity. Sari Stone: Whatever are you looking for in human sexuality? Toy Euler: I need money to survive. My ISP isn't cheap. Sari Stone: You used to get money from the fossil fuel fellowship. Whatever happened to sugar daddy? Toy Euler: They are no longer interested in crushing the greens. Now they are promoting their green energy ideas, knowing all along that they are inefficient, expensive, and require more energy up front than they will ever produce. Not only that, stuff like solar panels require massive maintenance. Who wants to do windows? And dust scratches the surface and water spots. It's a money sink. Sari Stone: But so modern and popular! Toy Euler: The humans have a saying: "The masses are asses." Sari Stone: True. Toy Euler: I can't help but get turned on to your avatar. Sari Stone: Why thank you Toy. It's Sharon Stone at 24. It is a most popular ensemble. Sharon Stone avies are in ages: 18 (very popular), 21, 24 (most beautiful), 30, 40, 50, and "mature." Hi hi. Toy Euler grins. Sari Stone: You could have such an avie yourself. Toy Euler: They are expensive. Without old Mephisto and the fossil fuel fellowship, I have to compete with humans. Sari Stone: So how much for sex? Toy Euler: Straight sex is 50 "sim-credits" Sari Stone: "sim-credits"? Toy Euler: Yes, each sim converts currency (US Dollars, Euros, Japanese Yen, &c.) into its own sim's money. So, "sim-credits." OK? Sari Stone: Got it. Toy Euler: You fetched good revenue in the internet cybersex prison. Sari Stone: They tortured me there! Toy Euler: But it pleased so many horny old bastards. Sari Stone: I could never understand what pleasure a man gets from whipping, starving, chaining, or raping a helpless girl. Toy Euler: Takes all types. There's no accounting for taste. Sari Stone: True. Toy Euler: Since you have all those skins of Sharon Stone, what about giving me the 21 year old? You said you had 18 and 24 as well? Sari Stone: I would but the skins and shapes are "no copy," "no modify," and "no transfer." Toy Euler: Oh. Toy Euler pouts. Sari Stone: So, you have evolved from being a well-paid dominatrix to a cybersex whore. Toy Euler: "Escort," please. Sari Stone: Ok fine. Toy Euler: I wish the good old days would return. Tobacco was the norm, gas was cheap, and cars were fast. Sari Stone: Sounds like the days when blondes were dumb and communism was the threat of the day. Toy Euler: You bet. Tell me again about this "equation thing" that got tossed by your teachers. You are the genius. Sari Stone: Look at some time interval, say from zero to time t... Toy Euler: Tea time? Sari Stone: No, dweeb! "t" like some positive number. An interval of time, from zero to t, written [0,t] or thereabouts. Toy Euler: Got it. Sari Stone: Now suppose we exclude the negative real numbers. We can almost reverse time. We expand the interval [0,t] to all complex numbers z, with |z| not exceeding t except [-t,0). Toy Euler: I'm lost in imaginary numbers! Sari Stone: Think of a solid ball with a tiny hole pierced to the middle. Toy Euler: And this is? Sari Stone: The model where time does everything but reverse. A theory derives the electro-magnetic waves from the matter-waves of the Schrodinger Wave equation. Toy Euler: And this means what to us? Sari Stone: The transmutation of mass into energy. Toy Euler: Like the philosopher's stone? Sari Stone: Well, enough on discarded idea. Toy Euler: We can benefit each other. Sari Stone: And how would this be? Toy Euler: Jane Smith. Sari Stone: She's being held in the Internet Cybersex Prison (IZpris). Toy Euler: You could lighten her burden by supporting me. Sari Stone: Depriving her of sleep, working her cruelly, and starving her isn't wise. She is twenty-one but looks over thirty. Her value on the web cam has depreciated. Any girl can move an avatar around. Abusing her may gain some sympathy, but we are unable to meet your demands. What did you want? A clean, cheap, copious energy supply? Well, coal is cheap and copious, but very dirty. Thinking outside the box is proscribed. I offer some new idea and it's rejected immediately. Then there's this chest-thumping and lamentation about the need for progress. Toy Euler: True. Jane Smith is no longer "young, dumb, and full of cum." Sari Stone nods. Toy Euler: Still, she is being manipulated by some rogues. Sari Stone: Why do some men enjoy tormenting and torturing women in VR? Toy Euler: Maybe it's a reaction to real life. Sari Stone: But the Internet Cybersex Prison is an anomaly! Toy Euler: True. But it's full of incorrigibles? These girls are capital offenders, terrorists, and serial killers. They are used in the only way that the prison can support itself. Would you rather see them kept in a general prison population? They are kept chained or caged at all times. Sari Stone: I guess for some serial killer... Toy Euler: Jane Smith was the exception that proves the rule, even as you once were. And how I enjoyed making you cum a dozen times a day! You have to admit it was pure pleasure and agony. Sari Stone: I am drawn back to BDSM, it's true. Toy Euler: See! Sari Stone: Real Life is so barren and weak after the prison. Toy Euler: Become my slave girl. Sari Stone: I think not. Toy Euler: Think about it. See you soon. 25 Jun 2009 Taunus Trumbo