3 comments/ 29894 views/ 4 favorites Identity Theft By: LrningDom "Ohh... Unnhh... wha-wha's going on?" Bonnie slowly woke up, a headache behind her eyes. She tried to rub her head, but could move her hands. Opening her eyes, she found herself in a dark room facing a wall-sized projection t.v. A low-level white noise hum filled the room Trying again, she couldn't move her arms. It was then she realized they were bound above her head. Checking her feet, she found they were also bound to the ultra-high-backed leather chair she sat in. Her head was also bound, with just enough movement to let her see she was naked. "Wha... what the Hell's going on here? Where the fuck am I?" The petite, demure 24-year-old was both scared and angry enough to let the profanity fly. Realizing that her thighs were also bound to the chair in a way to expose her most private areas only compounded the language. "All right, what the FUCK is going on here? Who's out there? Why are you doing this?" "Ahh," answered an unseen voice. "You're awake, Bonnie. So good to see you up and about, so to speak. Are you enjoying this visit?" "What the fuck do you mean, 'enjoying this visit?' I've never been here before, wherever 'here' is. Why am I sitting naked and trussed up in this oddball chair? Do you have any idea who you're dealing with here?" "Ahh, yes, that's right. You, Bonnie Marie Fisher, probably don't remember your earlier visits. But Malinika certain does." "Malinika? Who in the blue blazes is Malinika?" "Let us show you." "Us? Who the hell..." Bonnie's voice froze as the t.v. screen flared to life. There, in larger-than-life crystal clarity, Bonnie saw herself sitting in the chair she was in now. Except on screen, Bonnie was wearing powder blue panties and brassiere, and she wasn't bound or harnessed in any way. "IDENTIFY" "I am Malinika." Bonnie shivered, but not from the cool air striking her bare skin. Seeing her body on screen and hearing a muted version of her voice fill the room, Bonnie felt a fear she had never known. It wasn't just kidnapping, she realized. Whoever had her here had somehow pulled the ultimate in identity theft. They'd replaced Bonnie Marie Fisher's personality with this Malinika construct "STATE YOUR PURPOSE" "My purpose is to serve the colony." "HOW DO YOU FULFILL THIS PURPOSE?" "I serve other members of the colony as directed by the Enlightened Ones." "WHEN DO YOU DO THIS?" "When I am summoned." Bonnie shuddered again. These simple, direct answers had been delivered in an increasingly excited voice. The voice Bonnie Fisher used only when in throes of sensual ecstasy. "Why are you doing this," Bonnie asked. "What do you want from me?" "What we already have," replied the unseen voice. "Watch, and you will see." Try as she might, Bonnie could not pull her eyes away from the images of herself on the screen. "DESCRIBE THE COLONY." "The colony is my sensual home. It allows me sexual and sensual freedom, and gives me peace. It defines my purpose, to please others and be pleasured in return." "DO YOU SEEK PLEASURE IN THE COLONY?" "No, I do not seek pleasure. I am here to provide pleasure to others, not to receive pleasure. Any pleasure I receive is secondary to my purpose, and a reward for fulfilling my duty." "WHO KNOWS ABOUT THE COLONY?" "Only those who belong, the Enlightened Founders and those they have Accepted into the colony. Not even my outsider knows." Her outsider? thought Bonnie. My God... I'M her outsider! What have they done to me? What will they do next? And is there any way I can fight it? "DESCRIBE YOUR ACCEPTANCE LEVEL." "I am a Class 2 slave. My duty is to provide pleasure to others as directed by an Enlightened One, Master or Mistress. I am to follow their commands without question, and perform as directed." "WHO AM I?" "You are one of the Enlightened Ones that Accepted and Educated me. You have given me true life and true meaning. In return, I am yours for as long as you desire, whenever you desire. I am here for your use." "STAND AND PLEASURE YOURSELF." "As you command." Bonnie looked on in shock as her apparent alter ego stood up and followed the command to masturbate. The shock turned to horror when Bonnie realized that Malinika, despite furious activity, showed no change in her expression. "Oh my holy fucking God," she half said and half breathed. "What in the world have you done to me? And why are you doing this?" "Don't worry, Bonnie," the first unseen voice replied. "You haven't been harmed in any way. We've simply educated you about a new and very happy life. As to why, we're creating a small but very happy, sensual mini-society... our own Colony of Sensuality, if you will. You are still leading a normal, productive, happy life as an attractive single woman. We've just given your life a new and happy purpose. And tell the truth... don't you get excited seeing yourself this way?" "NO! NEVER!" "You're saying you're not even a little bit sexually excited by seeing yourself in the throes of self passion? We know better than that." A humming vibration started inside Bonnie's vagina, then stopped. "Actually, you're quite wet now, Bonnie. Much more so than a few minutes ago." FUCK! she thought to herself. What the Hell did they put inside me? What's betraying my reactions? Bonnie could no longer deny that seeing herself masturbate, even in someone else's identity, had sexually aroused her. What was more surprising for Bonnie was finding out she no longer wanted to deny her excitement. "Just what the Hell did you --" "You've got a very special vibrator inserted in you," replied the unseen voice. "Not only does it stimulate you and provide sensation, it also measures your reactions. A very handy tool in the Education of our Acceptants. Now, to see how you react to other revelations." "What other revelations?" Oh God, please let this nightmare end! "MALINIKA," the second unseen voice said. "CUM!" Bonnie couldn't help but squirm in her chair as she watched her alter ego drop to her knees in orgasmic rapture. Hearing her own voice scream in ecstasy almost pushed Bonnie herself over the edge. The image on screen faded away, replaced by view of Malinika kneeling in a room of purest white. This time, she was wearing a white string bikini that clearly showed dark, erect nipples, and left little else to the imagination. "Perhaps," the first unseen voice said, "you'd like a demonstration of how Malinika serves her fellow Colonists?" "No," Bonnie replied. Her protest, however, had lost some of its force. Try as she might, Bonnie could no longer deny a morbid fascination with the idea of being a sexual toy. "Hello, Malinika," filled the room, followed by Bonnie's voice. "Hello, Master. I am here as directed to serve and please you." A man walked into the picture, clad in dark blue terry cloth robe. Walking up to Malinika, he untied the top strap of her bikini top, letting it fall away to reveal her breasts. The camera moved to view both people from the side as the man removed his robe. Bonnie was surprised when the man grabbed Malinika's breasts and rubbed them against his erect penis. She squirmed again when Malinika groaned in the same way Bonnie did during heavy foreplay. "Tell me, Malinika, what is the purpose of your throat?" Bonnie gasped when Malinika replied, "It exists for Master's pleasure." Without further words, the man put his cock in Malinika's mouth, then pumped in and out in a slow steady motion. "Reveal yourself, slut." Malinika immediately and unquestioningly untied the remaining bikini straps. Bonnie watched in both horror and fascination as she saw her body used in various ways. The most shocking moment in this for Bonnie was when she realized that Malinika was writhing in pleasure but not orgasming. God, she thought to herself, I would have came long ago. Why hasn't she? "Malinika," the man cried out. "CUM!" This time, the scream of orgasmic rapture did push Bonnie over the edge. Bonnie was echoing her alter ego before she realized it. The image faded from the screen "You see, Bonnie," said the first unseen voice. "You DO like sensuality. You love being sexual. We've simply given you a new life that lets you enjoy it." "Why," she panted, "why are you showing me this?" "To show you our power over you, and to prepare you." "Prepare me?" "Yes. To prepare your outside mind for more direct control. To prepare you for your mission to recruit another Acceptant." "You mean to kidnap someone... you can shove that idea up your ass!" "Ahh, yes. You're a feisty one outside of here, aren't you? Keep fighting, Bonnie... it will only lead to your undoing. Soon you'll enjoy being a recruiter. Believe me, Audra does." "Audra... Audra Manchester? That's impossible! She's married! She's one of my best friends! She couldn't have --" "Recruited you? Actually, she and her husband both did, and very skillfully. They're both long-standing members of the Colony. When they pointed you out to us, we made you their mission. You may eventually join them in recruiting others, or you may work on your own. Either way, you'll be well rewarded... and very happy. But for now... it's time to rest. You're quite exhausted and shocked, aren't you Bonnie?" "You think I'm going to tell you?" Bonnie again tried to break out of her bonds, to no avail. In her struggle, she realized the straps around her head had grown tighter. "What the hell are you doing to me? Why is this stuff so tight?" "We can't have you running around or hurting yourself, Bonnie. We need you right where you are. And you need to rest and be comfortable. After all, Bonnie... don't you find it hard to read when your dildo light goes out?" "What... hard to... dildo light..." Bonnie's head drooped within it's restraints, her eyes closed. She sat that way for several minutes before the command voice from the videotapes spoke. "ACTIVATE EDUCATION." Bonnie's eyes opened and she looked straight ahead, her face an expressionless mask. A smaller video monitor came down from the ceiling, positioning itself just inches from her eyes. Soon the monitor was filled with images and text, accompanied by verbal instructions that filled the room. Her face never changed as she watched and read the monitor, mentally absorbing everything she saw and heard. All through the lesson, her eyes never blinked. After the last image left the screen, the command voice said, "EDUCATION SESSION COMPLETE." Again, Bonnie's eyes closed and her head slumped forward. This time, the restraints around her head fell away, letting Bonnie's chin drop to her chest. "IDENTIFY." She raised her head and looked resolutely forward. With lust in her voice, she said, "I am Malinika..." The End...? Identity Theft "Damn, Bob, that's not just freakin' bizarre, it's the fucking damndest thing I ever saw." Hank stared at the two figures sitting stiffly on the sofa. "I know you been goin' gonzo since Joyce decided to split on ya, but this..." He leaned over and rubbed his hand down the cheek of the blonde one. "Damned if that don't just feel spooky. Where'd ya say you got 'em from? My cousin told me about that site on the web where you could get one of those fancy two-thousand dollar ones, the one's made out of the realistic stuff..." "Believe me, they cost plenty more than a two grand each," Bob smiled. "My uncle near N'awlins made 'em for me." Hank bent down to get a closer look. "Hell, this one's even got Darla's green eyes." He turned back to Bob, expectantly. "Can I touch their titties?" Bob chuckled. "Sure, it's not like they're gonna complain." He grinned as his best friend leaned down further and slowly ran his fingers across the top of one of "Darla's" boobs. "Damn, Hank, it's not like she's gonna bite," he laughed. "Oh, uh, yeah," Hank's face paled a bit. "It's just that it seems so...you know..." "Realistic?" Hank squeezed one of her nipples between his finger and thumb. "Well, yeah, that too." He sat down on the couch beside the feminine forms on the couch. "But mainly, like I said before, it just feels kinda spooky, what with how I known 'em both for goin' on twenty years now." He poked a finger into the bouncy firmness around her aureole. "Geez, Hank, don't be a wimp!" Bob grinned and plopped down on the other side of the couch. He reached over to "Joyce" and slapped at one of her boobies, causing it to flop back and forth a few times. "They don't complain, hell, they don't even show the bruises!" Hank bit his lower lip and hesitated a moment. "Do they...taste real?" "Hell, go ahead and try 'em," Bob laughed and got up. "I'll go out back to the truck and get the beer." The tall Texan adjusted himself nervously on the couch as one eye watched his friend leave the room. His other eye was glued right between "Darla's" slightly open legs. "Damn shame," he whispered beneath his breath as he thought back to growing up with her. "Heck, you practically screwed every guy on the football team in high school." Now she done decided she was a lesbo all along and ran off with her best friend to live in San Francisco with the rest of the fairies. "Good thing Bob seems to be taking it so well, 'cause I done expected both of ya to end up in shallow graves somewhere." He found his lips five inches from hers before he realized he was actually talking to her. "Damn, you look so fucking real." He glanced once more towards the back door to make sure Bob wasn't looking through the window, then he ran his fingers down between her thighs... Seeing how he'd only touched two women down there before, Bob wasn't an expert, but "Damned, if that don't feel real," he whispered, then took one last peek at the back window before pressing his lips hard against hers. After a moment, he drew back and brought a hand to his face. "Fucking pathetic, Hank Horton, that's what you are." He practically spat out the words. Then he settled back on the sofa to wait for Bob to get back with the beer. A few minutes later, Bob shuffled through the screen door with an ice chest full of Lone Star. He sat it down on the kitchen table, grabbed out a few and walked over to the sofa. "Damn, Hank, you've had a hard on for Darla since the seventh grade, I figured you'd be all over her by now." As he handed Hank the beer, he noticed his buddy's face was getting pretty red. "Oh, geez, c'mon, Hank, don't be such a pussy!" "You know I ain't no pussy, Bob," he took a swig, "it's just that it don't feel right." "C'mon now, you tell me you don't have a boner right now?" Hank sat down on the far side of the sofa again. "Just look at her, Hank, she's practically beggin' for you," he laughed. "Her little lips are apart and I bet if you stick a finger down in her she'll even get wet." "Oh, geez," Hank took another swig, "I think I'm gonna be sick." "Ah, damn, you ARE a fucking pussy!" Bob let out a long and hearty laugh, then he knelt down in front of "Joyce," grabbed a leg in each hand and spread them, placing each foot on the edge of the inn table in front of the sofa. "Hell, look at the way these legs just stay exactly where they need to be to give 'em a good fucking!" Hank closed one eye and looked nervously at his friend as Bob took the open end of his half-empty beer bottle and placed it near "Joyce's" bushy pussy hole. "Damn, Bob, that's just gross," he said, but Bob noticed he didn't turn away as he shoved the bottle up and in. "No, she really loves a good longneck, don't you, honey?" Bob chuckled as he reached his free hand up, grabbed a handful of hair and smiled as she nodded in agreement. "See, she loves it!" After pushing the bottle in and out a few times, he brought it up to his lips and took another swig. "Ahh, pussy and beer, it don't get any better'n this!" Hank started to get up, then paused as his eyes were once again drawn between "Darla's" legs. Bob set his bottle down on the table and reached over to grab one of Hank's arms. "I'm serious, it even TASTES like pussy down there!" "That's...that don't seem likely," Hank tried halfheartedly to pull away, but his eyes stayed glued to "Darla's" bush. Bob let go of his arm and reached for his beer again. "Not that YOU'D know anything about how pussy tastes." The taller man started to say something, then settled for taking another swig. "Hey, I stuck a finger down there while you were outside," he mumbled, finally. "But it just felt too..." "Pussy," Bob taunted again. "I bet you even fucking KISSED her too." "It felt TOO real, okay," Hank shouted back and reached for his hat on the way out. "It felt like she was looking at me." "Hell, man, that's the best fucking part, isn't it honey?" he laughed as he smacked "Joyce" hard across the cheek. Hank stopped in the doorway. "Damn, I think you really need to have a talk with the preacher or someone." Bob emptied his bottle, then turned to his friend with fire in his eyes. "No, I take that back, Hank. The best part is that when you screw 'em in the ass with no lube, these itty bitty teardrops run right down their cute little cheeks. "And she'll be here whenever you want her!" Bob laughed as the lanky man ducked under the door frame. The screen door slammed behind him, but it wasn't NEARLY loud enough. "And, believe me, you'll want her!"