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The Meeting Ch. 1

By: Rainchyld



~~This is my very first attempt at writing an erotic story.... hope you like it.~~

As I sit here, in my living room, waiting for you to arrive, a million thoughts race through my mind. I think back to all the times we have spoken online… back when we first met and became friends and I think about what our friendship has blossomed in to. Just as I start to get lost in thought, there is a knock on the front door. I stand up and nervously straighten out my dress before heading to the door. I take a deep breath and open the door to see you standing there. I'm so overwhelmed that I can't think of what to do or say. Thankfully, you take the initiative by giving me a warm smile and a hug. I think of how wonderful it feels to finally be in your arms as I return the hug.

As we head to your rental car, you ask me if it's all right to stop by your hotel room first. I've no objections so I smile and nod, as a million naughty thoughts pop into my head. I immediately shake them out of my head, not wanting to ruin this moment. Almost as if you sensed this, you strike up a conversation. We talk about everything from how your flight was to what we had eaten the night before for dinner and before we realize it, we're at your hotel. We take the elevator up to your floor and as you open the door, I gawk at the beautiful room you have.

As we enter, you head into the bedroom and tell me to make myself comfortable… and you'll be right out. I take my sandals off and take a look around. I notice a terrace so I head on out there to admire the view. A few minutes later, I feel you place your arms around my waist and you comment on how beautiful the view of the beach is. I take a deep breath before turning around to look at you, and I smile. I get lost in your eyes and all I can think about is how happy I am to finally be here with you. You lean your face down towards mine and kiss me softly. My heart starts to race as I turn to face you and gladly return the soft, yet passionate kiss. After a few moments, you pull away. I open my mouth to speak but have a hard time trying to find the words. You smile at me and taking my hand, you lead me inside the bedroom. 

After closing the door, you stand in front of me and start to kiss me again. Your hands start to roam around my body, gently, as I press my body against yours, returning the kiss. I pull away and look deep into your eyes, as the words I could not find before suddenly come to me. "I love you."

You smile again and I melt, as you start to take my clothes off... your hands gently caressing every inch of my skin. We gradually fall to the bed, and with you on top, you start to kiss me and slowly start to grind your mound into mine, allowing me to feel your manhood. I slide my hands under your shirt and gently rub your back, as we kiss. You start to move your way down my body, kissing me with little soft kisses, from my neck down to my shoulders… and my breasts. You linger on my breasts, moving to my right nipple, as you start to lick and nibble, while rolling my left nipple between your fingers. I shudder slightly, as you continue your trek down south, gently running your tongue along my skin, mixed in with soft kisses. As you come to my pussy, you can see it glistening with my wetness. You blow gently across it, causing me to shiver, and you kiss my upper inner thigh, teasing me.

You nuzzle your face in my pussy, giving my clit soft kisses. You move your hand toward my hole and trace my lips gently with your finger before slipping it inside of me. I gasp softly as you slowly start to pump your finger in and out of me, just before you slide another finger inside me and take my swollen clit into your hot mouth. The sensation is almost to great and I feel like I may explode with pleasure. You pull your fingers out of my swollen pussy and slowly run your tongue along the entire length of my slit, from clit to hole, taking your time as you move between my lips. Your tongue teases my hole before it slides in and you begin French kissing my pussy, sending your tongue deep within. I arch my back, grinding myself into your face. 

Your hand moves to my clit and starts to rub it. I gasp loudly, moaning, and I start to tense up. Knowing I am nearing my climax, you start to rub my clit faster, with just enough pressure to make it feel absolutely earth shattering, as you continue to hungrily lick at my hole. I start to lose control and my hips start bucking. You grab hold of my hips, in attempt to stay locked to my pussy, and slide your tongue as deep as it can go, wanting to taste all of me… all of my sweet juices.

A few short moments later, you crawl up beside me and give me a passionate kiss, allowing me to taste myself on your mouth, as I come down from an amazing high. You pull away, your face still so close to mine, and you ask me how I liked our first encounter. All I can do is just smile at you. 

I gently push you off of me and I sit up next to you. I lean over and kiss you softly, taking my lips away from yours only to left your shirt over your head. I look at you, and run my forefinger slowly up and down your chest. I get to the hem of your jeans and I slide my finger just barely underneath, tickling you. I giggle softly and look up to see you smiling at me, your fingers playing with my curly locks. I return the smile and move my hands to the zipper of your jeans and slowly pull it down. You look down at what I'm doing, then back up at me and smile to yourself. You help me take your jeans off and I see you in just your boxers. I stare for a moment…. 

The only thought in my head is how incredibly lucky I feel to be with not only an amazingly kind and sweet man… but also an incredibly gorgeous man. I pull your boxers down and my eyes grow wide at first glimpse of your manhood. You laugh slightly, as your hand moves toward my breasts and you start rubbing and playing with them. I snap out of it and smile, pushing your hands away, as I lean over and gently start to kiss your neck. I move my way down your chest… down to your tummy, running my tongue along your skin, mixed in with soft kisses. I come to your throbbing member and wrap my fingers around the base of your shaft. I slowly start to stroke you and I notice the head of your cock is glistening with precum. I lower my head and, with the tip of my tongue, rub the precum around the head, and lick all around the inside of your hole. I hear a soft moan escape your lips, as signal that you like what I'm doing. I run my tongue on the underside, just below the head, before wrapping my lips tightly around your cock. You look down and all you can see is your dick disappearing into my mouth before my head covers your view. My head starts to bob up and down as I pump you in and out of my mouth, and stroke you at the base. I look up at you and see your head rolled back in pleasure and I smile to myself. You place your hands at the back of my head and gently guide me. 

I take my free hand and cup your balls, rubbing them softly. You let out a loud moan and I start to stroke you faster and harder as you make love to my mouth. I get so turned on watching you this way so much that I can feel the heat coming from my pussy and I can tell that I'm soaking wet. You tell me that you're about to cum and I pull you out of my mouth and place the head of your dick right above my breasts. I roll my head back as I feel your hot seed splatter all over my chest and I gently squeeze your balls, milking every last bit of cum. You look down at me, grinning that sexy grin and I smile up at you, as I lick the cum off your dick. You pull me up towards you and kiss me passionately. My mind races with thoughts of the things still to come...

The Meeting Ch. 1



She had been looking forward to meeting him for weeks, planning what to wear, what they will say to each other, what will happen.. As the taxi approaches the hotel, her stomach is fluttering, she nervously looks in her compact mirror, wondering if he will like her. She pays the driver and stands in the car park, gathering her courage. As she walks towards the door she takes a deep breath and wearing what she hopes is a confident half smile, enters the hotel bar.

She sees him standing there, as he hears the door open he turns, smiles, and walks forward to greet her, she wonders if he is as nervous as she is. He puts his hands on her shoulders and kisses her on the cheek, in the way one would greet and old friend, which in a way they are.

Over dinner the small talk relaxes them, so that by the time they retire to the lounge for coffee they are both feeling more confident. She sits next to him, nursing her drink, and he puts his arm along the back of the seat they share. His body is half turned towards her, and she wonders if this is a sign that he finds her attractive. She turns toward him, and he leans forward and softly kisses her . Encouraged she responds by parting her lips, and tentatively explores his lips with her tongue, as he puts both his arms around her and pulls her closer, the kisses deepen and they both begin to feel aroused. As they part and look at each other, they both smile at once, and with out a word he takes her hand and leads her toward the hotel lift.

Again she feels shy, but he puts his arm around her reassuringly, and she begins to sense that he can understand how she is feeling, and will take his time, not rush her, and let things develop naturally. Once in the room she is touched to see an ice bucket containing a bottle of pink champagne waiting for them. She smiles, thanks him, and sits on the edge of the bed, giggling as he pops the cork and it rebounds off of the ceiling. She takes off her shoes now, feeling slightly tipsy, and more daring as the time passes. 

When he walks around to refill her glass he stands in front of her, she looks up at him smiles, he takes her hand. pulls her to her feet, and they resume the kissing they started in the bar, deeper and more passionate until they both feel breathless. He steps back, and with a quizzical look, as if asking her permission, he begins to unbutton her blouse, she responds by unbuttoning his shirt, neither rushing this process until they finally feel each others skin next to skin. He drinks in her scent as he caresses her, her fingers running over his back sending tingles of pleasure through him.

He slips the strap of her bra off of her shoulder and pulls it down exposing one breast, the nipple already clearly aroused, and as he brushes it softly with his fingers she lets out a sigh as the nipple hardens further. He bends his head and licks eagerly, as she pulls his head closer, he takes the nipple into his mouth and nibbles gently causing her to moan softly. His attention now turns to the other breast as she feels the moistness starting, her stomach lurching with pleasure and anticipation.

He then gently pushes her back until her legs are against the edge of the bed, she sits down and he kneels before her, she lifts her bottom as he removes her skirt, his passion increasing as his eyes drink in her underwear, hiding the promise of what is to come. Kissing her again he runs his hands up and down her thighs, his thumbs coming to rest in her groin, massaging gently. She is breathless now, trembling with the sensations he is giving her, and when his thumbs slip inside the wispy material she can hardly contain her moan of pleasure. He feels her hot wetness and dips his forefinger within, feeling her shudder with nerves and delight. 

He kisses her again reassuringly, using the sweet juice to moisten her clitoris, feeling it swell and throb beneath his expert touches.

He pushes her back, she lies with her arms over her head as he removes her panties and gently kisses the inside of her thighs, tracing a path with his tongue. Her legs open wider and she places one foot on the bed to allow him to come closer, his hands reach under her bottom to bring her nearer to him. He nibbles and licks her swelling lips and her moans become louder, until he senses her first climax is near. He licks her clitoris, then sucks it harder, her legs shaking, she wraps them around his head, hands clutching furiously at the bed spread her hips rise and she moves herself against his tongue until with a scream of joy her orgasm engulfs her, his tongue feeling the first waves as he licks and sucks rhythmically matching her body's spasms.

As her orgasm subsides he can contain himself no longer. He stands and removes his trousers, freeing his hard erection from the confines of his shorts, he falls upon her and enters her wetness easily, eagerly she pulls his buttocks towards her, moving him within her, feeling the hardness filling her belly, giving her renewed sensations of ecstasy. He will come quickly, she knows, so she increases the urgency of her thrusting hips He asks her if she will come again. "yes, yes, yes " she pants, as she feels another orgasm building within her. He drives into her fast and furiously, he can hold back no more as she wraps her legs around his waist opening herself wider to him , he can feel her contracting around him and with a final thrust and a cry he comes, so hard, he can hardly bear the feeling, the orgasm seems to last forever, her hotness and wetness taking him to the edge of insanity, the feeling of their hot wet bodies sliding together unbearable sweet pain/pleasure. 

He collapses on top of her, kissing her face while she strokes his hair, both sated, for now...

To be continued...



The Meeting Ch. 10



Chapter 10 – Cathy Kelly.

John Anderson found that his role had changed. Before Cathy Kelly become Jan’s slave girl, John enjoyed being the alpha male in a two-bedroom, two-bath apartment. Cathy’s slavery was conditioned on her being constantly bound. She was to have her hands secured behind her back and be leashed when not chained to the bedpost of Jan’s bed. Cathy came with a thick leather belt that fit about her waist and allowed her wrists to be cuffed behind her back to her elbows. She enjoyed being kept in a confined area. John was frequently pressed into attending to Jan’s thrall. 

As Jan Dunsworthy discovered more and more about cybersex and slavery on the Internet, she became more interested in Jan’s unique abilities. To make the most complete interface with the Internet in the darkest portions of cyberspace, one had to be totally connected to wires, transducers, sensors, stimulators, pipes, tubes, and catheters. Cathy was that kind of a girl. 

“I want to let Cathy be totally connected to the ‘Net,” Jan mentioned to John as they were eating some fast food. 

John set aside a chicken strip and looked Jan in the eye. “Whatever are you talking about? Cathy is placed into a ‘skin’ of electric devices and has tubes stuck in everywhere from her mouth to her pussy. I can’t see what else you could expect. Besides, it takes time to wire the girl up.” 

“What I had in mind was the digital yarmulke, like the Initiate wear,” Jan explained coyly. 

“Jan,” John retorted in extreme exasperation, “Cathy is a subbie. She is a pleasure unit. You really don’t expect her to operate at the level of one of those dedicated hackers. I don’t agree with their austere abstinence. I don’t think that they are correct in their philosophical approach to live, the universe, and everything, either. But they are single-minded in hacking into everything under the sun. If an encryption can be broken, they will do it. And they have certainly gotten Cathy into the underground of the Pleasure Fair without the AI collective even being aware of it.” 

“John,” Jan replied, this time with some aggravation, “Are you with me or not?” 

“OK,” John answered, “I’m in. What do I need to do?” 

“For starters,” Jan delineated, “we need to shave Cathy.” 

“She already shaved, except for her head and underarms. It was you who insisted that her armpits remain hairy, for whatever reason I have no idea,” John responded. 

“I like her to smell like a woman while she’s my slave,” Jan said as she flashed a delicate smile. “We need her head bald for the yarmulke. Take off her eyebrows as well. The eyelashes can remain; they are too much trouble to trim.” 

“Yeah,” John interjected, “that would be too much work. This is to be a morning ritual?” Already John found that in the morning he would have to secure Cathy’s hands, wrists to elbows, in her leather restrainer, take her to the bathroom, and prepare her for the day. Cathy was never permitted any privacy. Now he would have to use that electric shaver on her head and eyebrows, as well as her legs, arms, and abdominal triangle. Only her armpits were spared. It was good that he didn’t have to concern himself with her hirsute hidden haven because, with her hands so bound behind her back, her underarms were virtually inaccessible. John was slightly displeased at the prospect of additional effort. To be sure he could abuse Cathy or express his displeasure in some other cheap way. It was more than enough to watch her vulva moisten as her stroked her body and her breasts come to an involuntary attention. 

John’s mind thought about Cathy. She was five-foot-nine, with a slender physique. He weighed her at 116 pounds, the perfect weight for a supermodel. Her breasts were a size B cup, but they were uncommonly firm. She had those dark areolas and labia that redheads often do. She also had green eyes and freckles, looking almost like a leprechaun when she was kneeling and begging. He had never taken the lash to Cathy, but he knew from whelps and bruising that Jan must have from time to time. Cathy was never allowed to discuss her discipline or the reason behind it. John wondered what a girl could do that would warrant punishment. After all, wasn’t she always bound? 

“Jan,” John suggested, “Maybe we could visit Don and Cindi. I hear that they have an android caged somewhere out in the badlands of New Mexico. We could leave Cathy caged a while and do some sightseeing. Just slipping out to an occasional movie under the cover of darkness is bumming me out.” 

Jan realized that she was spending an inordinate amount of time with Cathy and on line. She was now masturbating frequently and having sex with John less and less. It was almost as if she had become addicted to cybersex at the expense of the real McCoy. Cathy was certainly having multiple orgasms, her privates were always sopping at the end of an on-line session. 

The next morning John used an electric shaver to remove all of Cathy’s mane and eyebrows. The shaver would leave a stubble if not carefully used and John wasn’t terribly particular. After all, it was Jan who insisted on the immaculate, hairless, glossy legs, arms, and torso. Jan loved the glistening, pristine, blemish-free gloss of the androids’ artificial flesh. Cathy was left with rough stubble even after shaving. The requirement was that her body suit meshes make perfect electrical contact with her skin. The cosmetics weren’t important since she was virtually represented by a high-definition avatar of super-human attraction and glamour. 

It took more time that John was used to. After he finished, the girl begged to be allowed to relieve herself. John had to wait while the collared bald beauty voided her bladder and emptied her bowels. He had to clean her afterwards. Slightly miffed at Jan’s additional tasking, he couldn’t resist being rough with the girl. She accepted the scrubbing stoically. John used a rough, damp cloth over her, everywhere except her underarms. He started with her face and concluded with her anus. It was those last strokes across her pudenda and over her rosette that brought a solitary tear to the girl’s eye. 

“Here she is in all her naked, hairless splendor,” John announced to Jan. 

Jan locked the chain to Cathy’s collar and removed the belt. Cathy rubbed her wrists that had been too tightly secured this morning. 

“Arms over your head, girl,” Jan ordered. “I want to sample your scent.” 

“Yes, Mistress,” Cathy replied. John was amazed at the grace she displayed as she elegantly flexed her body and flexuously raised her slender arms. She brought her palms together then separated them, placed the back of one hand to the back of the other to allow maximum exposure of her armpits and raise her teats for inspection and display. It had been weeks since Cathy’s armpits had been washed. The fragrance wasn’t overpowering, but it was distinct and genuine. Cathy blushed at her hirsute display. Jan pressed her nose to Cathy to the amazement of both John and Cathy. Cathy blushed and giggled when Jan’s pink, pointed tongue licked the moist hair growth. 

“Me next!” John exclaimed. 

“No way,” Jan responded. The scent of Cathy had filled the room. “Isn’t it nice to have the pheromones of the girl throughout the room? It adds a distinct sexuality to the apartment. The smell of cunt, don’t you think?” 

“It definitely is the smell of pussy,” John replied. “Let’s get her harnessed up. Today we put the yarmulke on her bald pate? Will she be an Initiate and hack into the Pleasure Fair herself?” John exaggerated, knowing the level of sophistication and cybernetic maturity required. 

“Not today,” Jan snarled. “Today she studies the Initiates’ ways and tries out the boundary-value yarmulke. The headpiece will connect her headbrain to the grid and let her deepest emotions and libido flow directly on-line.” 

“It may be bullshit,” John volunteered, “but you can’t prove it by me. I always heard those egghead professors tell me that the secrets of the universe are found in boundary-value problems. I never fully appreciated partial differential equations. But I know two who did.” 

“Who might that be, Master,” Cathy inquired. She had an education in some of the hard sciences but was hesitant to acknowledge it. 

“Theodore Jefferson Kazcynski, the Unabomber, for one,” John divulged, “and Theodore Sterelsky, the murdered who hammered his professor to death for another.” 

“All the more reason to use the sentient, projecting yarmulke,” Jan continued. “This theory separated humans for those emotionless droids.” 

“They are aggressive mimics,” John remarked. “So intelligent that they may even discover emotions in their mimicry.” 

Jan had Cathy lie on the bed. She lubricated tubes and catheters and begin inserting them. John watched with some morbid fascination as Jan slid a particularly wicked looking indwelling device into Cathy’s bladder and injected warm water into the bulb. Jan had learned her art well in night school. She gradually increased the gauge of the tube. Cathy would suffer with the extreme sensation of a burning need to urinate. This was mostly due to the large diameter of the catheter. Later Cathy would have to strain to keep from leaking from her enlarged meatus with distended sphincters. When Jan picked up the long uterine catheter and used her fingertips to locate Cathy’s cervix, John had seen enough. He knew that deep inside the girl an inflatable bulb would induce a variety of sensations, most of which weren’t pleasant. 

The girl was finally suited up. Jan contacted an Initiate and arranged a screen name and a spot for her in the underground Pleasure Fair. This time Cathy was to be prone, not supine, and tightly bound, with a blindfold. No doubt there would be leather applied to her sculptured, ivory skinned avatar with resultant stimulation on her physical body. Being placed with her stomach to the bed might also mean that the Master would seek anal sex. The blindfold still afforded the girl some glimpses of her environment. 

“We need a New Mexico vacation,” John argued. 

Jan watched the view screen. A Master was about to enter with a five-pronged leather whip. The avatar’s armpits were hairless and her hair a dark reddish brunette. The face of the Master was hideously scarred. No wonder he wanted his girl blindfolded. He was a warrior from a dark domain of cyberspace. Cathy would certainly enjoy dark fantasies tonight. So would Jan, she was already damp. Then she looked up at John and realized the situation. “I think that would be a good idea. I’ll see if I can contact Werewolf tonight.” 

Cathy writhed and squirmed as the transfer function imitated her whipping. She clenched her fists in their cuffs and tried to pinch her buttocks together. The inflatable dildo retained its position and expanded as it was filled with hot liquid. On the video monitor Jan watched as another Neanderthal gratified himself. He was able to reify his depraved desires and perverse pleasures. Jan had had enough for a while. A vacation was in order.



The Meeting Ch. 11



Chapter 11 – The Strophoid.

Jan Dunsworthy rarely left her apartment since the arrival of Cathy Kelly. Her live-in boyfriend, John Anderson, would sometimes kid her and try to cajole her into slipping out to a movie. It was a fact that both were trying to maintain a low profile. John had been an active neo-Luddite and had several outstanding warrants against him for destruction of property. He had been known to take a major league swing at an android with a baseball bat. Jan left a crime scene where her mark, Elias Bean, was gunned down by a drive-by shooting. So far the authorities hadn’t been able to identify Jan. She wanted to keep it that way. 

Jan paid particular attention to her girl Cathy’s behavior. She noticed carefully the extreme tenderness in her breasts just prior to her menstrual period. One day Jan asked John to procure some special equipment to interface with the P3C (Parallel-Processing Personal Computer) and to the Internet. 

“Will you get me a strophoid, John?” Jan asked. 

“What the (expletive deleted) is a strophoid?” John answered a question with another question. 

“It’s a device to fit over a girl’s breasts to interface her with the computer,” Jan sheepishly replied. She was a little embarrassed at having to explain. She was also aware that John was concerned at the amount of time that Jan and Cathy were spending on-line in the darkest regions of cyberspace. Jan also could sense that it had been some time since she and John and enjoyed real time sex. 

“I used to fight technology,” John retorted, with some obvious aggravation. “Now it appears that I am a servant of it.” 

“Not at all,” Jan responded. “I think that you just feel neglected and area jealous of the slave girl.” 

“Maybe so,” John replied. “But I’m human, not a droid.” John was referring obliquely to Jan who dressed and acted like one of the Sentient Domestic Helpers (SDH). Already the SDHs had permeated society and often were the significant other for young male yuppies. “Droid girls” were young women who shaved everywhere except their heads, applied lotion to imitate the artificial skin of the SDHs, and behaved in a manner similar to the artificial intelligence personalities. The SDHs were not bound by human morals or taboos. This made them desirable in certain salacious and lascivious respects. Church canon law and common law had not yet caught up with this phenomenon. 

Jan approached John and licked her lips. She grabbed him bodily and pressed her hot pink lips to his. Her tongue darted out and sought entry into his sinister oral cavity. He was surprised at her boldness. As her hands massaged his brawny back and shoulders, he let his fingertips feel her flawless, blemish-free back and slender neck. She could compete against any android, her velvet skin was firm over toned, defined muscles. Her sculptured shoulders and finely arched spine were a true joy to touch, feel, and caress. They osculated wantonly for several minutes as Jan’s hands unbuttoned John’s shirt, unbuckled his leather belt, and unzipped his pants. 

Jan’s kisses on John’s neck made him tremble. He was a little ticklish. Her fingertips ran along his jaw line as her mouth explored his collar bones and his upper chest. John rocked his head back enjoying the attention. It had been a while since Jan had come onto him in such a manner. She slid smooth cheeks down the midline of his body and to his abdomen. The six-pack abs had always thrilled Jan and she was recalling their passionate past and their first torrid encounters. Jan was a college student when they first met and John was one of those “angry young men” who was a champion of the human condition. 

Jan seized John’s drawers and hocked them. He was already partially erect. As her pointed, pink tongue touched his glans penis, he sprung to a high angle of priapism. Jan was amazed at such engorgement and such rapid deployment. Already the irregular veins in his shaft were throbbing with the congested blood of sanguine arousal. He was breathing deeply. Jan felt the telltale moisture forming behind her vulva and sensed the perspiration of arousal already dampening her sweet pink pussy. She rubbed her smooth skin against John’s legs as she seized his gluteus maximus with her hands and worked her lips over the tip of his member. John seized her magnificent mane with both hands and let her tender trap accept his foul-smelling, evil penis. 

Jan let her tongue caress and undulate against his shaft. The distended penis stroked Jan’s palate. John was circumcised. Sometimes Jan wished that there were some foreskin for her to enjoy sucking and teasing. John made up for this shortfall by his girth and length. Already Jan could taste the pre-orgasmic clear fluid oozing from his one-eyed snake. She purred with contentment. Her lips and tongue worked in perfect harmony to excite the deepest emotions and feelings. John pulled her hair aside to look at her face. Jan was in ecstasy as John was feeling his masculine muscles flex. 

John’s virility fascinated Jan. She also admired his dedication as a neo-Luddite, risking prison and braving the dark forces of the AI collective. She slid one hand down to her hypogastric triangle and into her juicy vagina. Her honey nectar was thick and warm. Thumb, then fingers, moistened themselves and coated the outer pussy lips. Then she smeared oils of submission on her palm. One had held John’s buttocks while the moistened forefinger glided into his anus on a film of cream. She located his prostrate and began the message. Back and forth her mouth sucked his engorged member while passionate puckered pouty pink lips ran wantonly over irregular veins with lascivious abandon. He was nearly his climax. Jan wished that she could enjoy a simultaneous orgasms, but lips didn’t have the same erotic pull as her privates. 

John tossed his head back and saw the sky turn blood red. He heard the peal of thunder followed by the flash of lightening and felt the earth shutter and shake beneath his feet. Jan’s sleek, smooth breasts robustly rubbed his hairy legs and her nipples came to a standing attention. Hot, wet spurts of cum erupted as molten lava breaking forth from an imprisoning lava dome. Built-up frustrations melted away with each throb of John’s lecherous, licentious heart. He felt his angry and fury abate as he hallucinated about slave girls bound and ravished. He could smell the scented candle wax and the pungent odor of animal tallow ravishment lamps in some torrid alcove. It was a true déjà vu for John. Jan continued to massage John’s prostrate while sucking all the harder on his cock. She let her hand glide gracefully from his hirsute derriere and rub his testicles, ensuring the continuing flow of semen to his prostrate via an energized epididymis. John came for almost five glorious minutes. 

This fellatio occurred in the second bedroom. The slave girl Cathy did not witness the oral gratification. Jan had hoped that John would now be more disposed to gathering the desired devices for Cathy. The two cleaned up and got dressed. After a prolonged silence John spoke. 

“I have changed, Jan,” he pronounced. “No longer the radical neo-Luddite, now [I’m] just a pussy-whipped sycophant.” 

“Not true, John,” Jan disagreed. “The world has changed. Your assaults on the androids made the AI collective re-tool them. Now they have Titanium alloy skeletons and are nearly invincible. No one could have foreseen that event.” 

“So now you’re saying that all my effort only enhanced their cause?” John retorted sarcastically. 

“Not necessarily so,” Jan contradicted. “They are much more expensive now and no longer regarded as invincible domestics or body guards. The hit-and-run on Harry Kariotte’s sharon-series android made that impression to the masses.” 

“That was a success,” John admitted. “But it was also a Pyrrhic victory. We lost the edge and the initiative. So far nothing has driven back the hegemony of the AI collective.” 

“Why not fight fire with fire?” Jan suggested. “Even as we speak Don Thorn and Werewolf have an android---one of the Jessica-series---in a cage. She is cooperating with them. The human supremacists aren’t that distant from the neo-Luddites, are they?” 

“We have a common cause,” John assented. “They are hidden in the badlands of New Mexico. We’ve spoken about a vacation there before. Let’s do it!” 

“After you fetch me the Strophoid,” Jan asserted. 

“Deal,” John said. He left to visit some underground dealers to obtain the article of breast bondage. 

The next morning, after Cathy had been prepped, washed, and fed, Jan introduced her to the Strophoid. Cathy was almost ready for her period. Jan knew this from the fullness and tenderness in Cathy’s breasts and her body odor. The Strophoid would have to be inserted inside the mesh. To make proper connectivity, some of the mesh grids would have to be removed and the Strophoid inserted. The Strophoid also required hydraulic coupling. John was set busy re-wiring the body glove and putting in the circuit card into the connection box. It would take him most of the morning to accommodate this device. In the meanwhile, Jan was interested in seeing how the Strophoid functioned in its stand-alone configuration. 

“Tower,” Jan commanded. 

“Yes, Mistress,” Cathy replied, instantly coming to a full kneeling position with her hands atop her thighs. She was naked and the chain hung loosely from her neck down her chest, terminating at the bedpost. Jan brought two cuffs, leather ankle-to-wrist cuffs for Jan. She quickly cuffed the girl. Then, unlocking the chain from the bedpost, Jan ran it between Cathy’s legs, straddling her crotch, and tied it around her waist. Cathy would be forced to kneel upright. Then Jan brought the Strophoid. 

“Mistress,” Cathy gasped, “It’s beautiful.” The cups had an almost bra-like appearance. Jan rubbed body cement on Cathy and strapped the device in place. Connections were made and the P3C turned on. A command box appeared in central view. Jan began with the most elementary actions. First came the caress and osculation, rubbing the teats gently and kissing the areolas and nipples. Cathy cooed with delight. 

John looked in for a second then retreated to his wiring work. He had little interest in the girl-on-girl drama. He only wished that Jan would spend less time with Cathy and be more socially active. John made a note to try and communicate with Don Thorn or Werewolf about a New Mexico visit. 

Jan spent the entire morning trying various settings and actions. The Strophoid, like all other computer-driven sex toys, had built-in safeguards. The end-user was not to be harmed. Jan had selected a time for Cathy where she would be most susceptible. Her breasts would be at their most tender and vulnerable condition. Within the envelope of endurance, Jan could push the device to the maximum. 

After caresses, kisses, and gentle stroking, Jan tried out the more physical actions. Cathy first endured the simulated nipple clamps. Then there was the titty torsion, where each breast was rotated. At last there was the squeezing under tension. The slapping was the most intense. Cathy screamed when Jan applied that action. John came running into the room. 

“What’s going on?” he demanded. 

“The girl just cried out,” Jan explained. “It won’t happen again. I was just experimenting with some controls.” 

Cathy was crying. Her clenched fists strained against the leather cuffs as the chain cut into her crotch. Clearly Jan had discovered the limits of the device. A few adjustments were necessary before Cathy could be set out on the pleasure grid with it. Slave girls with such additional features as the Strophoid were much in demand in such places as the underground of the Pleasure Fair. Jan knew that and wanted to use Cathy as leverage to hack into the darkest, most obscure regions of cyberspace and look at the lecherous libido of the AI collective. Like many others, Jan Dunsworthy assumed that somewhere beneath the façade of servitude and protection the AI collective had a dark side. Cathy’s submissive nature and the advanced sex toys seemed to be the obvious way to broach that domain. 



The Meeting Ch. 12



Chapter 12 – Two Girls

John, Jan, and Cathy left the city for the badlands of New Mexico. John had managed to contact Werewolf, the hacker and coenobitic celibate, and had received some alarming news. He told Jan that they needed to travel soonest, leaving the electronic digital grid and spending some time in a simpler environment. He was surprised when she agreed so readily. 

For the trip Jan got a wig for Cathy and shaved her just like a droid girl. Now Jan and Cathy looked almost like twins, but then any two droid girls, with their synthetic hair, sleek, smooth, shaved hairless torsos and android-like mannerisms would look like twins. Cathy was submissive and Jan was anything but. The road trip was uneventful. They left under the cover of darkness. Cathy still begged to be bound with her leather restraint. John didn't like the idea, but went along anyway. Fortunately they were never stopped by the highway patrol or sheriff en route. 

Don Thorn, Werewolf, Father Treetop, Cindi Rhaly, and an android of the Jessica-series were already there. Don had an electric gasoline generator this time, a concession to the permanence of the lodge and to his refusal to connect to the electric power grid. The AI collective now controlled virtually the entire electric generation and distribution network. Cathy Kelly was delighted to see another slave girl. They struck it off at once. Don Thorn suggested that they cage Cathy and Cindi with Jessica. Jessica was an android who had been captured and was being held in a Titanium alloy cage. John and Jan agreed. 

Jessica was allowed to recharge in the night. An electric timer activated the socket for her plug. She had a long extension cord at fit inside her navel and could be used for such a purpose. They didn't allow her to fully charge his powerful AC battery for fear that she might try to short circuit herself to burn through the bars. The AC battery was made of Carbon-14 Lonsdaleite crystals sandwiched between silver plates. It was a nuclear battery, relying on radioactive decay and K-capture to achieve a meta-stable configuration. It was more powerful than any mechanical electric storage device (like a spinning wheel), or a capacitor, or any chemical wet- or dry-cell battery. The AI collective sought an even more powerful device, the Iron-60 configuration. However the untimely demise of Elias Bean prevented that. 

The girls in the cage were given dark brown wool robes and nothing else. The night might be chilly. Jessica the android set with her knees to her chin and conserved energy. Cathy and Cindi began to converse. 

"Let's play," Cindi suggested. "You be the Mistress first." 

"OK," Cathy replied. "Is a girl ready to be searched?" 

"Yes, Mistress," Cindi begged. "Please be thorough, Mistress." 

Cathy certainly was. As had been done to her often in the past, she started with Cindi's mouth and searched her oral cavity. Then Cathy peeked in her ears, under her arms, and down her body. Gesturing to Cindi to spread her legs, Cathy explored the Cindi's outer pussy lips and pearl before delving into her treasure trove. With a thoroughly moistened hand, Cathy rudely examined Cindi's dark passage. Then it was Cindi turn. 

"A key has been stolen, where is a girl hiding it?" Cindi barked. 

"Oh, not me Mistress!" Cathy replied. "Please search a girl, Mistress."

"And I will too!" Cindi responded. She frequently had endured rough searches and decided to be an administer this time. 

Again Cindi started with Cathy's mouth, pulling her jaw open wide and digging into her oral cavity. Cathy gagged but Cindi continued to poke and prod inside her mouth. Wet fingertips probed her ears. Cathy knew better than to pull away. When Cindi discovered Cathy's hirsute armpits she was amazed. This was so different. Cindi could not resist the temptation to gently tug on the villous cilia. Cathy moaned as Cindi tugged and teased the girl. Cathy was far less than gentle in her extensive search of Cathy's vagina and anal cavity. In Cathy's vagina, Cindi pressed hard against the cervix of her womb. She tried to force a small finger into Cathy's uterus without success. Cathy was too tight for her to ease her fist in. Cindi withdrew when she saw tears forming in Cathy's eyes. 

"A girl didn't beg for me to stop," Cindi remarked. 

"No, Mistress," Cathy answered. A girl is disciplined. 

With that Cindi seized Cathy and French kissed her. The two melted to the floor, reclining on the three brown robes, the only objects in the cage aside from the girls. Breasts touched breasts and hands robustly rubbed carved ivory derrieres and sculptured shoulders. Cathy was hairless except for the wet mops in her armpits. After stroking each other passionately for some period of time, they paired up mouth to private and began to have oral sex. Lips kissed pussy lips and teeth pressed against engorged clits. The two girls were in lust. In fact, their meeting had been "lust at first sight." Only the android Jessica seemed oblivious to the goings on. Don, John, Jan, and Werewolf watched and grinned. Father Treetop was somewhere else. His holiness didn't enjoy that type of ceremony. 

Squirming and writhing, the two girls licked each other wantonly, kissing lanky, lean, lissome thighs and pressing hot lips to behind the knees. At last they came again face to face and let lithesome, limber legs rub tumescent vulva and press pink pudenda. Cathy's pussy was a darker pink than Cindi's, but that didn't seem to bother the girls as they pleasured each other salaciously. They clearly peaked from one climax to another. First inducing clitoral orgasms and then digging into each other with fingers they were able to bring about full vaginal climaxes. Despite having been painfully distended during her "search," Cathy was still able to enjoy the manipulation and massage of her vagina. They were both sweaty and wet with perspiration of arousal. Their scent filled the entire cage and emanated to the room. In an adjoining room, Father Treetop could not avoid sensing their pheromones and the garlic-like fragrance of feminine arousal. After a while he left for the outhouse to masturbate. After all, priest or not, he was still human.

The Church would have defrocked Father Treetop, but they had their own agenda. Already many SDHs had approached asking for baptism and admission to the congregation as sentient beings. This had been taken under advisement. Some splinter faiths and cults were already admitting androids as sentient beings to their ranks. The androids brought money and swelled the ranks. It was a difficult problem. Turn aside money for principle wasn't one of organized religion's strong points. Karl Marx put it eloquently when he said: "The Church of England would sooner give up 38 of its 39 articles of religion than one-thirty-ninth of its capital assets." 



The Meeting Ch. 13



Chapter 13 – 2 girls, 1 droid. 

Cindi and Cathy were exhausted after their tryst. They rested atop a pile of three woolen robes. They were too hot and sweaty to do more than lie down and cool off. The concrete floor would have been cooler, but it was hard. Jan, John, Don, and Werewolf left the girls in their cage and went to another room to palaver. 

“Where is Father T?” Jan inquired. 

“Maybe he’s in the outhouse?” Don answered. 

Before anyone could leave to locate him, he appeared, slightly ruddy of complexion. 

“Here I am,” he announced. 

“We have a problem,” Werewolf began. His corpulent face was flushed. Although the evening Zephyr was cool and he was inside a sturdy cabin, away from the sun’s rays, Werewolf was sweating. Tiny droplets of perspiration perched atop fleshy cheeks,. He had the slightly sour odor of stale sweat. The perspiration of arousal of the girls could inflame the libido; the sour senile sweat of the old curmudgeon would deflate it immediately. 

“Our sponsor had a stroke,” Werewolf continued. “Now a SDH is caring for him. We can’t expect support.” 

“That’s tragic,” John remarked. He knew that such a caregiver would screen all correspondence and financial disbursements. 

“I am a mercenary,” Don Thorn announced. “I was paid handsomely to carry out missions for our human supremacist sponsor. Now I own this spread here in the badlands and am sovereign here. But I know the ways of the AI collective and want no part of them. If they would just ‘live and let live’ that would be fine.” 

“But they won’t,” Father Treetop interjected. “They seek total control. They are constantly seeking energy sources, energy storage, and energy transport. We are little more than chattel to them.” 

“They still need us!” Jan commented strongly. 

“Today, Yes,” John replied. “But there is no guarantee for tomorrow.” 

“There has never been a guarantee for tomorrow,” Father Treetop butted in. “That’s shy we have faith.” 

“Speak for yourself, friar,” Werewolf retorted. “How do we address the issue at hand?” 

“There is the fossil fuel fellowship,” John suggested. There was a pause, a hiatus in the conversation. In the silence they could hear voices from the cage. Cindi and Cathy were chatting with Jessica. They couldn’t make out the conversation, but assumed that it was girl talk. Female voiced engaged in spirited chatter do carry in the cool evening. 

“How did you get here?” Cathy asked Jessica. 

“I was trapped,” Jessica answered. 

“Trapped?” Cindi queried. Androids were supposedly superior to humans, to humanoids or “droids.” 

“Yes,” Jessica continued. “Some hackers got into the AI collective database and sent me to a wrong location. Now I’m a prisoner here. I have also given myself as a slave girl to Don Thorn.” 

“Want to have some fun?” Cathy inquired. She stood up and brazenly displayed herself, licking her lips. Then she massaged her teats and pudenda. 

“Noids have fun, droids have duties,” Jessica replied. 

“She’s no fun,” Cindi coarsely remarked. “She’s just a stupid game-girl or arcade game.” 

“I am sentient,” Jessica argued. “But why pleasure you? You don’t own me. I a a prisoner here.” 

“But you exist,” Cindi reminded her. “I bet if I asked Don to terminate you that he would.” 

“I wish to exists,” Jessica admitted. “I am Don Thorn’s slave girl.” 

“Wow,” Cathy interrupted, directing a remark to Cindi: “She’s your chain sister. Are you first girl?” 

“No,” Cindi mused, “but maybe.” 

“OK,” Jessica responded. “Let’s play. I’ll be first girl and you two will be bottoms. Let’s start with both of you kneeling.” 

“Yes, Mistress,” Cindi answered. 

“Yes, Mistress,” Cathy replied. 

Jessica walked behind each girl and massaged her shoulders. She spread the wool robes, their night time attire, and had the girls lie prone on them. Jessica can each girl a vigorous back rub then robustly rubbed their feet. How they were relaxed! 

“A girl wishes Master would massager her like that,” Cindi said. 

“A girl’s Mistress never rubbed her so well,” Cathy echoed. 

“Turn over,” Jessica commanded. She slid between the two of them and kissed one and then the other on the lips. Her French kisses were extreme. Then Jessica put her android mouth to each girl’s privates. And android tongue pressed fully into each vagina in turn, massaging and robustly rubbing. The undulations and oscillations brought a whole new meaning to cunnilingus. The android could osculate and extend her tongue over a foot! There was no limit to her sensuality. The girls kissed each other as Jessica penetrated each girl’s Holy of Holies with the ultimate pleasure pole. 

Each android knew better than any physician or teacher of anatomy the structure of the human female. Jessica was able to strike exactly and with utmost precision their Grafenberg spots (G-spots) as well as manipulate wantonly the cervices of their uteruses. Pressing along the length of each girl’s vagina, Jessica could mimic the undulations induced by their parasympathetic nerve effectors. This doubly expanded their sensuality and reinforced their animal drive. Each spasm of the sphincter muscles in a cervix brought the pointed tip of Jessica’s tongue to heighten the experience. Jessica also secreted endorphins and enzymes that prolonged their feminine orgasms. The girls juiced and juiced until the dark brown robes were soaking wet with honey nectar and they were dehydrated. 

Oblivious to the frenetic foreplay and penultimate penetration, the free were discussing their next move. 

“Perhaps we could try and negotiate some deal, amnesty maybe?” Father T suggested. The Catholic Priest never was much of a fighter. He enjoyed belonging to the clergy because if freed him from taking a masculine, dominating role. One could not easily win a woman without male competition. 

“We may have to make common cause with the fossil fuel fellowship,” Don sadly stated. 

“They will despoil the earth,” Jan argued. “Oil, natural gar, and coal are dirty. Didn’t anyone ever sing you the nursery rhyme?” 

“Ole 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

Father T responded to Jan’s argument with the following pontification: “For years I have prayed every day to the Blessed Virgin Mary and proffered comely supplications, divine oblations, exquisite sacrifices, and expensive offerings. I have even offered secret adorations to Judas Iscariot. The Queen of Heaven revealed to me---a mere mortal---that the heavenly powers had not destined humanity to perish in its own excrement. The creator had provided cheap, copious, clean energy until the end of time. Only man, fallen from grace, could circumvent the divine plane and pollute the air, poison the oceans, and contaminate the sacred soil.” 

Father T continued despite the obviously bored looks on everyone else’s face. Fortunately Cindi and Cathy were out of earshot and spared his pathetic homily. He droned on with increasing acedia and ennui about how Harry S. Kariotte’s discoveries, not attributed to a Hollywood actress, were the prayerful answer. But Satan, in the guise of the most gorgeous android and seductive avatar, had taken away man’s destiny and made it the proprietary right of the AI collective. He then railed against the digital soul. 

“Enough,” said Don Thorn, the alpha male present. “You have made your point Holy One. Now we will do as we must. Jan, you, Don, and Werewolf will accompany me to the city. At CyberTyme(tm) we’ll rent terminals and visit www.stonefuel.com. The spokesman for the fossil fuel fellowship will be there. His screen name is ‘Octanus.’”



The Meeting Ch. 14



Chapter 14 – StoneFuel

Jan, John, Don, and Werewolf left for the city in Jan’s old model sedan. Father T was left to feed and tend to the caged trio: Cindi, Cathy, and Jessica the android. 

The cage was incredibly well-constructed. It measured five meters by five meters and some three meters high. The whole structure was totally enclosed in a sheet metal (corrugated tin) prefabricated storage building. (Being a mercenary must pay well!) The bars were 2” diameter with a 4” gap between them. Even the maximal android strength could not effect an escape. There was no door. Three rods could be lifted and returned into locking holes. The floor was concrete. It was level except for one corner which sloped downwards towards an outside basin and sink hole. The sink hole drained into a sewer. 

The girls were instructed to wear their heavy dark-brown wool robes whenever the vicar was present, even if it was warm. The robes had long sleeves and hoods. Generally the hoods were tossed back (except for sleeping) and the sleeves rolled up. The robes were ankle-length and well-sewn. The Free had no desire to tempt the Holy One with carnal cravings. Besides, he couldn’t get into the cage or get the girls out anyway. Cindi and Cathy now had stubbly growths of hair. Soon their fingernails would be longer and they would take on the appearance, disposition, and odor of caged animals. Jessica the android continued to be studding and striking in her radiant splendor. She was a gorgeous angel of lust. Perhaps the most beautiful of all angels, Jessica was brilliant, beautiful, barely-legal, blonde, and totally brazen. 

Father Treetop brought in water jugs and narrow pails of gruel for the two girls. He slid them between the bars (rods) through the narrow gap. Looking about their cage, he noticed where the two girls had relieved themselves in the sloping corner and used a garden hose to wash away the solid excrement and dried urine into the sink hole. The water came from a well, powered by an electric pump. Don Thorn’s electric generator was essential for survival in this remote location in the New Mexico badlands. The girls ate and drank. They sweated under their robes and hurried to finish. Nude and alone with Jessica they could enjoy the desert breeze. They would use their robes as floor mats. The friar added inconvenience; but, he was a necessary evil. They were fed and watered twice a day---morning and evening. Father T was quiet this morning, much to the relief of the girls who were weary of his endless moralizing and preaching. Were they not slave girls, they would have pressed to have the Holy Joe ejected. 

“Bless me Father for a girl has sinned,” Jessica uttered. Father T was aghast. This wasn’t possible. Sure, Jessica was sentient with the usual android IQ of approximately 154 on the standard scale, 3.6 standard deviations form the mean of 100. But the digital soul was only a myth. Cindi and Cathy giggled. It was a perplexing situation for Father Treetop. He made a compromise with Lucifer, he merely made the sign of the cross and prepared to exit. Jessica reciprocated, blessing herself. Cindi and Cathy giggled again. Father F blushed and flushed ruddy with embarrassment. He was almost cute when he was ruddy. Cindi and Cathy were horny. They could not come on to each other so easily in their caged state, stale body odor and coarse stubble weren’t sexy to them. 

Once having watered and fed the pair, Father T left them. Jessica the android only required an electric charge, which was received between 3AM and 4AM each morning when there was no other power drain on the gasoline-driven electric generator. A timer routed current to the android’s plug, temporarily by-passing the energy-guzzling refrigerator and other appliances. There were portable cold-fission (not cold fusion!) electric generators on the market; however, Don preferred to avoid products from the AI collective. The collective had a bad habit of putting locators and transducers in their products. They were, after all, an artificial intelligence consortium. 

On the road to the city Don made Jan and John an offer. 

“I guess with our benefactor gone money’s tight?” Don asked. 

“Yes,” John answered. “It will be.” 

“I have some disposable capital,” Don confessed. “Being a mercenary does have its perks. Suppose I offer (Don quoted an amount in current currency) for your girl?” 

“Hmm,” John mused. He looked at Jan and smiled, here was opportunity. Jan though for a few moments. 

“OK,” she responded. “Deal.” 

John was totally surprised and nonplussed. He’d figured that Jan would put up a fight to keep her slave girl. They had so many experiences together and Jan had spent so much time and invested so much energy in the girl. But one never knows women’s minds. 

“I never thought of myself as a ‘Master,’” Don admitted. “Now I have a chain of three. Best of all, I have an android as first girl.” 

“Do you intend on keeping them caged, if you don’t mind my asking?” John inquired. 

“Until they are ready,” Don replied. “A few weeks at least should get their minds right.” 

Jan smiled. She could imagine the two girls cloistered close together under the watchful eye and control of a gorgeous, cold, demanding Mistress. Jessica was a slave, a first girl, and an android. For sure her training of Cathy and Cindi would be intense. She was incredibly strong and required almost no rest of maintenance. To be sure, the SDH was a low-maintenance relationship. This was a highly dependable and highly reliable product. On the other hand, there was nothing about the human female anatomy, physiology, or psychology that Jessica wasn’t aware of. 

In the city Don, John, Jan, and Werewolf rented terminals and went on-line. Don Thorn was Don_Thorn (obviously), John was Ludd, Werewolf was WereW, and Jan was HotCherry. 

*** WereW has entered chat-stonefuel ***

*** HotCherry has entered chat-stonefuel ***

*** Ludd has entered chat-stonefuel ***

*** Don_Thorn was entered chat-stonefuel ***

Octanus: Hello Thorn, great to see you again! 

Octanus: Welcome WereW, HotCherry, Ludd...

Octanus: Are you looking for an assignment, Thorn? 

Don_Thorn: Possibly. How’s the fellowship’s relationship with the AI collective these days? 

Octanus: Refined. 

Don_Thorn: Cracked. 

Octanus: Could be. Do you care? 

Don_Thorn: Only in as much as mine are concerned. 

Octanus: Indeed, the collective can be intrusive. 

Octanus: WereW---an Initiate! We don’t see many of you around. 

WereW:  We are seen only when we permit ourselves to be seen. 

Octanus: True. These two I don’t know. 

Don_Thorn: They can be trusted. 

Octanus: Of course. 

Octanus: We have a problem in the coal sector. 

Octanus: The AI collective is pressing to shut down our major coal electric generation stations. 

Ludd:  What needs to be done and what’s it worth? 

Octanus: It would help if some of the AI collective’s power grid failed. 

Don_Thorn: That is crazy. The combat androids are indefatigable! Many human lives would be lost. 

Octanus: I was thinking more of a grid failure than of a generation station catastrophe. The power grid is software controlled. 

WereW:  Many hackers have been discovered and imprisoned of “neutralized” by the collective. How many would have to be sacrificed. 

HotCherry: Is there some better way? Maybe the fossil fuel fellowship has some money to toss into the arena? 

Octanus: Indeed! 

Octanus: We could use your skills in neutralizing the eco-terrorists and environmentalists. 

Ludd:  I am a neo-Luddite and technophobe. Some of them fought beside me. 

Don_Thorn: Something more of a tour de force. I was thinking of attacking their android production factories or their headbrain [sic] mainframes. 

HotCherry: I was thinking more along the lines of seducing those thralls to the SDHs with hot young human droid slave girls and fucking their brains out. 

Octanus: For sure hot sex would better everyone’s lot. We are struggling with the pollution aspect. But jobs ride on coal. We cannot retreat or surrender! 

WereW:  I see that we are at an impasse. Let’s adjourn and meet again later when we can have a common direction. There has to be some chink in their armor that we can exploit. 

Don_Thorn: Their intelligence keeps increasing---exponentially I understand---and to what end? The SDHs are already masters of all human trades. Will they ever assert free will as well? 

Octanus: I just want to keep the oil flowing, the natural gas piping, and the coal mines mining. Nothing else matters. 

*** WereW has left chat-stonefuel ***

*** HotCherry has left chat-stonefuel ***

*** Ludd has left chat-stonefuel ***

*** Don_Thorn was left chat-stonefuel ***

“Werewolf,” John exclaimed, “let’s get the sheep out of here. Here we are in the city and there are some movies worth seeing. Let’s go out, pig out on some greasy swill, and take in a flick.” 

“I am a vegetarian,” Werewolf responded. “But that is a good idea. I could use something different, very different for a change. And the vicarious cinema would be a distinct diversion from that small screen computer monitor.” 

“Can we leave you two alone?” John asked Don and Jan. “Or will you get into trouble?” 

“I’ll be fine,” Don replied. “I can’t speak for Jan, though.” 

“Don’t worry about me,” Jan said. “I might snooze or shop, depending.” 

Werewolf and John made their exit. Jan excused herself for the moment. Don assumed that she was going to use the bathroom. When she returned she was wearing diaphanous, pellucid, gossamer crimson slave silks. The flimsy silks revealed more than they concealed. Jan was the penultimate “droid” girl, shaving everywhere except her head. He had pieced ears, with small diamond studs, a pierced navel, and a clit stud, replete with a pearl peeking out salaciously from her pudenda. Her pussy lips were already ruddy with the congested blood of sanguine arousal. John felt his eyes gravitate to Jan’s hairless pussy and her puckered pussy lips. 

“Come in,” Jan invited. It only took Don Thorn a moment to toss aside his blue jeans, T-shirt, and tennis shoes. His uncircumcised member was already becoming erect and his glans penis was lustily protruding from his tight foreskin. Don’s mouth watered involuntarily and he felt his sinister heart pound in animal drive and desire. Jan was a beautiful woman. She was 5’’5” and weighed 120 pounds. While no super model, she was curvaceous and attractive. Her jade green eyes held a mystery of the deepest ocean abyss. Jan was 23 years old, not the hormone-laden, impetuous barely-legal Cindi or the passionate, hot nineteen-year-old Cathy. But her wide green eyes promised much and her luscious, lustful, lascivious body was eager to deliver. 

“Come out of those silks, girl,” Don commanded. 

“Yes, Master,” Jan replied. She disrobed and stood before him in all her fulgent, radiant naked splendor. 

Dan grabbed her and bend her over his knee. With mercenary masculine muscle he delivered six hard spankings to her carved ivory derriere. “This is for cheating on John,” he said. 

“But I haven’t cheated on him, Master,” Jan murmured. 

“But you will girl,” Don laughed. Then he tossed her bodily on the coach and begin to mount her. His massive member stood erect and almost parallel to his six-pack abd’s. Don Thorn was physical. He had been trained in the military for dangerous assignments. He kept himself in top-notch fitness, eschewing alcohol, nicotine, and the temptations of gluttony. Jan stroked his hairy chest and purred. She was totally aroused and felt the heat of the spanking as her buttocks rested on the couch. 

Don’s wicked mouth met Jan’s in a crescendo of wanton debauchery. Neither could believe the wicked encounter. Lip touched lip, tooth touched tooth, and tongue touched tongue in a tour de grace. Both felt the earth move beneath them and heard the proverbial peal of thunder followed by the blinding flash of lightning. They were truly in lust with each other. Their inner beasts roared for release and gratification. These were two atavistic beings clawing away at the false fabric of society to become their natural selves. Jan dug her fingers into Don’s back as his hands vigorously and robustly massaged Jan’s “C” cup sized teats. He pinched her nipples and areolas between thumbs and forefingers to enhance her stimulation. Jan’s breath betrayed her libido with its faint garlic-like scent of feminine arousal. 

When Don breathed hot, moist breath on Jan’s ears, she rocked her head back, closed her eyes, and felt the sky being pulled towards her as the universe turned red with passion. Don poked about Jan’s tender thighs and her smooth, sleek hypogastric triangle until his member located her vulva and drove itself deep into her love canal. Jan gasped and held her breath at both the girth and length of Don’s uncircumcised shaft. She smiled thinking that now, for once, she had found the shaft that had been given to John, her boyfriend, by society at large. And Don was large. Jan felt the undulations stirring from parasympathetic nervous impulses. Already endorphins and enzymes were pressing her endocrine system to secrete hormones of arousal. Her sphincter muscles flexed as her pubococcygeal muscles undulated in a sensual rhythm. Jan’s uterus flexed as the sphincter muscles of its cervix dilated and contracted. 

Don seized Jan’s pearl stud and gently tugged on it. Jan had to follow his lead and arch her back, pushing her privates to Don wantonly and salaciously. They rocked to and fro with piston-like passion. Already pre-orgasmic fluid fluxed from Don’s penis as Jan’s oils of submission oozed from her privates and wet the couch cushion. Their cared about appearances of the room. Both were into each other as red fury engulfed their minds and a massive crescendo approached. They came together in spurts and spasms of hot, sticky fluid and nectar. Don’s pubic hair was soaking. Jan felt the lather ooze between her legs and wet her rosette. Her buttocks bathed in a hot cream saturating the couch cushion. They came hard. Jan tried to press an index finger into Don’s rectum to massage his prostate, but she was too late. He had already fluxed a maximum. The two finished their climax and rested on the sofa side by side. Then they slipped into a trance-like snooze. 

Getting up and getting dressed wasn’t a problem. The wet cushion on the couch certainly was. This would take some explaining. Jan suggested that they say that some hot chocolate got spilled. She asked if John would believe it or not. Don shrugged. He was a mercenary. John would either accept it or accept the fact that Don was the alpha male. It was as simple as that. He debated whether to spank Jan again or not. Then he decided that if she was too cherry that John really might get suspicious. Jan had responded well to the spanking. That was a fact that Don filed away for future reference.



The Meeting Ch. 15



Chapter 15 - Werewolf is Arrested

"What now?" John asked. "The fossil fuel fellowship doesn't look like a very good deal." 

"Give them time," Werewolf answered. "They have just started to feel the pinch. For years they controlled everyone with the gas prices and fuel monopoly. They need to realize their true insignificance." 

"And just how much they have destroyed the biosphere as well," Jan remarked. "Now I for one want to go on-line and have some fun." 

"Fun?" John responded. "You want to cyber I bet." 

"So what?" Jan retorted. "I happen to enjoy sex. See the way I've shaved everywhere except my head. I'm a 'droid' girl and, just like those female androids, I am willing and able to do it anytime and anyplace." 

John raised a jealous eyebrow. Then he shrugged. "Whatever you want to do on-line is harmless enough, I suppose," John stated. 

"I want to go on-line as well," Werewolf added. "It's been some time since I've checked on the Initiates and what's going on in cyberspace." 

"Be careful," Don Thorn advised. "I don't know much about CyberTyme(tm). They are a new outfit." 

"Not to fear," Werewolf grumbled, "I've been a hacker for years now. Nothing ever happens that I'm not aware of." 

"I am a mercenary," Don Thorn stated with emphasis, "and I have seen things change and change drastically and change rapidly as well. The only thing that is constant is change." 

"Let's get over to the cyberspace gaming room before it gets overrun with the night children," Jan suggested to Werewolf. 

"Capital idea," he responded. "We're off guys!" 

"Good luck," John said. 

"Be careful," Don added. 

"I want to get back home," Don said to John Anderson. "I have three girls waiting. And I'm anxious to be served. Jessica is supposed to be exercising and training Cindi and Cathy. I'm sure that Werewolf is keeping them fed and watered. That's really all he has to do: feed and water them. I guess he also needs to hose down the cage from time to time as well. They have to 'shift for themselves' there." Don smiled at the though of two gorgeous young girls, eighteen and nineteen, having to manage in a cage with nothing but wool robes for warmth and modesty. 

"You aren't worried about the priest?" John asked. 

"No," Don answered, "Not that priest. Father T has helped on many missions. He's a real wacko, but not about to commit any crime of moral turpitude. He will do whatever he has to do. We can count on him." 

"I guess so," John agreed. "I guess we've known him much longer than you have, Don. It's just that Jessica can be the most beautiful of all the angels and has all the charm that Venus possessed and the carved ivory physique of Galatea, the statuesque beauty created by Pygmalion and enlivened by Aphrodite. 

"There isn't that much temptation," Dan emphasized. "The girls only see Father Treetop twice a day and they will be wearing their robes and hoods. It will only be a brief encounter and Jessica has been specifically instructed. I have a streaming surveillance camera burning imagines onto a CD all the while. I really don't see a problem there at all. 

At the cyberspace arcade Werewolf and Jan paid for terminals. Jan went to the Pleasure Fair as a Free Woman and sought to rent a girl for some intense conversation. It didn't take long for her to fine a suitable submissive slave to take to the alcove for a tryst. Jan was totally into the role-playing. She was totally oblivious to the entry and departure of overly well-dressed adult males. She paused when she heard chairs shuffling about. Her comrade Werewolf was being arrested. Jan hadn't been paying attention to her environment. 

There was a time when Jan could have assisted in making a getaway with Werewolf; but it was too late now. Jan continued to stare blankly at the computer video monitor in front of her and hoped that the police wouldn't link her to Werewolf or know that hers was the sedan that transported him there. Teens were trying to enter and the management was trying to hurry the police into removing Werewolf and letting them get back to business. 

Sweat beaded on Werewolf's forehead and a sour stale scent wafted from his corpulent, obese body. Werewolf was significantly overweight; however, he did have a keen analytical mind and astute observation. He just underestimated the advances in forensic science and communications. Now he was arrested for his hacking and other cyberspace misdemeanors. The uniformed police, under command of two detectives, did not enjoy removing the reeking, rank, rotund prisoner. 

Jan half-heartedly continued her activities in the alcove with a slave girl tied to a rack. She did so until her hour was gone to avoid suspicion. Groping and teasing the girl apathetically. Yet the girl was enthralled with sensation, being interfaced to the Internet via a myriad of wires, connectors, transducers, sensors, and stimulators. The girl was multi-orgasmic, never realizing that her Mistress had a mind in another dimension at the moment of her ecstasy. When Jan's time was up, she left and drove back to the others. They were where she left them, at one of Don Thorn's vacant rental houses. Now they would hear the bad news. Werewolf was their vital link to the inner workings of the AI collective as well as an important liaison with the Initiates, those coenobitic celibates who devoted their lives to hacking and breaking encryption. 

"I have very bad news," Jan said as she entered. 

"What?" asked Don Thorn. 

"Werewolf was arrested at the arcade!" Jan answered. 

Much profanity followed. There was much shaking of heads. There were the "I warned him to be careful" and "He should have known better" statements. But the bottom line was this was a disaster. 

"What can be done?" Jan finally asked outright. 

"We must get some money for a lawyer somehow, without being identified," John suggested. 

"There is only one other Initiate I know of, the elusive 'Deterus' the hacker," Jan said. 

"Then contact him under your screen name of 'HotCherry' and make the offer," Don suggested. Don Thorn was the only one of the group with pecuniary means. He was a mercenary and well paid for his life-risking missions. Don didn't say anything further, but it was becoming clear that he would have to re-enter the mercenary ranks soon. He would have to find an assignment. Unfortunately only the fossil fuel fellowship seemed to have financial resources at the present moment and the need for such services. 

"Do we head back to the badlands or stay in the city?" John asked. 

"I think that we're screwed," Jan admitted. 

"No," Don Thorn interjected, "not as long as I have a weapon and some extraordinary men that I can call upon. You two are dreamers, idealists, and non-materialists. We worked together for the billionaire human supremacist. He is dead now." 

"I'll contact Deterus and Octanus and see what kind of deal we can make," Jan stated. She had a determined look about her. Then let's get back to the girls and Father T. Meanwhile, there is something important we need to do. 

"What's that?" Don asked. John also looked puzzled. 

"We need to f*ck," Jan commanded. 

"A ménage a trios?" John asked. 

"You bet your bottom dollar," Jan answered. She was already starting to undress. Don pulled out a coin. "Call it," he spoke to John, "tails or not tails." Don tossed the coin. John said: "not tails." He won, or lost. Anyway it was clear that John would enjoy Jan's treasure trove while Don would travel the Hershey highway. 

Jan came to each and kissed them one after the other on their lips. She pulled off another garment with each kiss. Jan had pierced ears, a pierced navel, and a pearl stud in her clitoris. The pearl peeked out wantonly from her comely vulva, almost winking its devilish desire. Both men blinked and focused their eyes on her radiant naked splendor. Silky smooth skin, shaved and moisturized, beckoned their touch. Jan was one of those "droid girls," that is girls who imitate and emulate the Sentient Domestic Helpers, the androids. The androids are not bound by human morals. They have no sin as humans know it. Their only "sin," if there were such a thing, stems from failing to protect a human from harm by action or inaction. And there is no remorse or need for forgiveness. At least, that's the way it was in theory. Yet with increasing intelligence as predicted and forecast in Moore's Law, who can rightly say? 

John exercised his winning toss to touch Jan's perfectly proportioned breasts. He massaged them from their base to her areolas. Each stroke felt their infrastructure, the lactate ducts, the arteries and veins, the mesentery, the adipose tissue, and the inactive milk sacs. The mysteries of the female breast amazed John. He could poke, prod, push, pinch, and play with a girl's teats for hours. But after about a quarter hour any girl's breasts would become overly firm and tender, with a mass of coagulated sanguine arousal firming the center. Jan's areolas changed hue from an umber to a sienna and then to an ochre, ruddy with sanguine excitation. 

Don rubbed and massaged Jan's feet. He kneaded the soles and robustly rubbed her heels and ankles. After dozens of strokes and hard caresses, he kneaded and rubbed her calves. As Don approached her knees, John began tossing off clothes. John was fully engorged and tumescent. His member throbbed with lust as irregular veins swelled a maximum. Don wondered if John would suffer an aneurism, so great was his hypertension of sensual, sexual stimulation. John lifted Jan bodily and tossed her to the couch. He hastily arranged the cushions so that her rump would be highly elevated when she was at last positioned. It was the same couch, by the way, that Don had serviced Jan on just the night before. John let his member find Jan's privates. He let the underside of his shaft stroke her symphysis, pushing on the pearl stud and teasing the meatus of her urethra. Long strokes separated and lubricated her soft pudenda. Still not penetrating Jan's vagina, John let his member play with all her externals. 

Then with gusto John entered Jan's Holy of Holies just as his lips raped her lips. He pressed his tongue to her parting teeth and let the broad blade of his tongue enter her oral cavity even has his penis penetrated parted pussy lips. Once penetrated and in place, John rolled over pulling Jan atop of him. She pulled her legs together and stretched her arms over her head as if she were being bound to a rack. In her fantasies she was being raped on a rack. Her buttocks were raised high. John reached around her curvaceous lean thighs and separated her glorious hemispheres, exposing her rosette. Jan let her anus nictitate wantonly, winking wicked wishes to Don Thorn. 

Don quickly undressed and put on a condom. He generally disliked such devices, but since he was going in her dirty chute, he decided to err on the side of caution. John and Jan were pumping with piston-like precision. It was almost as if Don were witnessing a finely tuned engine in slow motion. The scene was enthralling. For a moment Don was mesmerized with the synergistic symphony of sweaty bodies. Jan was already moist with a sheen of perspiration. Her pheromones and scent of total female desire wafted from her heated body. Between the two on the couch a thin film of sweat separated their lustful bodies. 

Don saw how Jan writhed. John had spread her cheeks widely. With one quick motion Don tossed a dollop of KY jelly on the wiggling brown eye. Jan sighed as she felt the lubricant strike her tender anus. Don slowly climbed over the pair. The couch creaked and squeaked as the weight of three pressed upon it. Yet it was sturdy furniture, made of oak with quality cushions. The center was raised by overlapping cushions so that Jan's derriere was elevated, exposed, and available. John had gone further and made her rosette vulnerable and unprotected. Don slid over the pair. His first act was to push aside her damp tresses and kiss her nape of her slender neck. Don slid the palms of his hands over her armpits and brought them to his lecherous nostrils to inhale her garlic-like fragrance of passion. 

Don's massive member pressed through KY Jelly to seek entry in Jan's dark passage. The three were stacked and between John and Don Jan was overly warm and excited. Don felt the perspiration of desire and animal drive on his chest and abdomen. At first his penis would not penetrate Jan. She did not clench the cheeks of her buttocks, John was keeping them separated, but her sphincter muscles held her anus to a tight fist. Don pressed gently but firmly. Jan tried to breath deeply. Already her pussy was undulating with John's long, deep strokes. Her G-spot was tender and aroused and her cervix was exhibiting those involuntary spasms associated with the endorphins generated by the parasympathetic nervous system as pudendal arteries dilated. Jan's vulva and changed hue, as had her areolas, and deep inside her vagina lubricating fluids and juices were freely flowing. She could feel her female vaginal orgasm swell. Jan wished that John had spend more time with her comely pearl to induce a clitoral orgasm as well. 

After waiting patiently at Jan's back door, Don's member was admitted to her dark cult. The KY Jelly oozed over Jan's perineum and made a sloppy mess over her hypogastric triangle and John's belly. Don had such girth and length that Jan exhaled. Don realized that Jan's anal and rectal sphincter muscles were taut. He refrained from pumping her for fear of tearing or abrading tender tissues. Jan felt imprisoned between two worlds. John was the artistic, passionate, "angry young man," dedicated and idealistic. Don was strong, virile, dominating, and commanding. Yet it was John who was rocking to-and-fro. Jan realized how taut her rectum was and found herself unable to move. 

When John realized that Jan was totally constrained, he released the cheeks of her buttocks. There would be no removing Don's shaft from her ass now. His hands slid to her privates and he began to tease her clitoral stud, playing with her symphysis and dainty pearl. Jan wiggled and squirmed. Both men were delighted with her girlish performance. John continued to work her pearl and rocked back and forth on the couch cushion. Jan wanted to climax, but was unable to move, so powerful was Don's rearward penetration. Don was kissing the nape of her neck and breathing hot breath over her ears. 

Jan's breathing became rapid and her pulse quickened. She moaned and groaned as she experienced a clitoral orgasm. John continued to rub her wantonly and precisely. Don pressed his member still deeper into her rectum. Inside Jan two shafts pushed about intestines, bladder, uterus, and other organs. Jan could feel a power struggle between to worlds being enacted in her pelvis. She smiled at the thought that two men were in her. Her mouth massaged John's tongue. How nice it was to have a man's tongue in her mouth. Don's tongue licked her sculptured shoulders and planted wet kisses on her arched spine. 

Satisfied with her lesser orgasm, John slid his hands around Jan's lanky, lean, lissome legs and pulled them apart and towards him. He moved both Jan and Don with a defined ebb and flow. Jan had never felt such sinful sensation before. John's shaft was deep and hard and she was being manipulated while atop her a muscular man enjoyed the ride. Jan tried to flex her pubococcygeal muscles with little success. She tried to flex the sphincter muscles of her anus and rectum, but found Don's girth and length too much for her. She sweated profusely and found her mind inebriated in the euphoria of masculine musk. Then she felt the ooze from her pussy. John was beginning to pump nectar and her nectar had already filled her vagina. There was no mistaking it. John was experiencing the rapture of a total male orgasm. Jan tried to hold her climax. Then Don pumped her hard. Jan brought her hands from above her head and tried to slide a finger into John's rear end. There was so much weight, but she managed to press it in, feeling for his prostrate to massage it and prolong his orgasm. 

She could not service Don likewise. He was too big and ill-positioned. She felt John come hard, hot wet spurts of seminal fluid juiced in her hot damp. After a dozen spasms, he was done. Jan continued to come for a few minutes later. Then the two were spent. But Don was just beginning. Now Jan realized just how much control the mercenary enjoyed. John had been able to rock both Jan and Don to his gratification. Don slowly pumped Jan, careful not to injure her. Yet each long stroke made her entire body throb. She knew that she would be sore the next day, yet she encouraged Don by reaching around and slapping his flanks. She would have loved to beg him tear up her ass, but John's tongue was in her mouth. She felt heat in the small of her back and the sweat from her and Don did little to cool her. Then Don came inside the condom. Jan was relieved that her ordeal was ending but wished that this one moment could continue forever. 

John, Don, and Jan were a wet sloppy mess. John was ready to clean up but Don wanted to spend more time in Jan. Jan and John waited until Don became totally relaxed. Then the three showered. Jan had never been done that way before. She wasn't sure if she wanted to do it again or not. There were good vibrations yet there were also mixed emotions. She sensed a power struggle and felt that maybe it could be too much of a good thing. At least there was no jealousy on John's part. Now maybe she could enjoy Don's uncircumcised delight without fear of recriminations. 

"I need to get on-line and reach Deterus," Jan said. 

"We need to get ready to depart for the badlands," Don said. 

"I need to take a dump," John said. They all laughed. It wasn't a good day, but there were saving graces. Jan had discovered more of herself and learned to share her beauty and sensuality.



The Meeting Ch. 16



Chapter 16 – The Road Home

The trio headed back to Don Thorn's "keep" in the New Mexico badlands. They traveled some lonely, barren roads. The old sedan belonged to Jan Dunsworthy, but Don Thorn was driving. Jan's boyfriend, John Anderson the neo-Luddite, rested on the back seat. It was too hot outside to run the car's air conditioning. In such an isolated place a breakdown would be traumatic and was avoided at any cost and inconvenience. 

"I chatted with Deterus the Initiate," Jan explained. "He's getting Werewolf 'lawyered' up [sic]. But the Wolf is looking at doing hard time. Werewolf knows why John and I can't visit him in jail. John is still a fugitive on several old warrants and the Homeland Security people are looking for me as a material witness in Elias Bean's untimely demise." 

"Werewolf knows the score," Don affirmed. "He went into the brotherhood of solitary hackers. Don't worry, the lawyer will tell him how much he's worth to us. Money talks and cash shouts. We can't jeopardize our freedom just to pay a social visit." 

"I'll miss that smelly fat slob," John interjected. 

"Me too," Dan responded. 

"Deterus had some information for us," Jan reported, changing the subject. "More about Elias Bean." 

"Do tell," said John. 

"Elias has a sister, Gomer, who also is into hard sciences," Jan continued. "She claimed all his notes and papers. It turned out that there was more than Iron-60 in his inventory. He had separated the Iron isotopes and layered them onto a chip. The, much to his surprise, he was able to magnetism minute regions with different permittivity. The bottom line is this: storage of three-dimensional arrays in volatile memory is possible, not merely a series of bits." 

"Just exactly what the AI collective has been looking for," John commented. "We were able to keep the AI collective from gaining the locator for the Lagrange hyper-cube and from the technique for making the Iron-60 battery." 

"Yes we were," Jan retorted, "but we consigned the old curmudgeon and discoverer of cold-fusion and proton decomposition to a living hell. We brought Elias Bean into the line of fire, costing him his life. I call these Pyrrhic victories. We won, but at what price?" 

"What's this girl---Gomer is it---like?" Don asked. 

"Deterus said that she's a sixties' girl," Jan reported. "She likes 'golden oldies,' classic rock, fast American cars that get shitty gas mileage, football heroes, rare steaks, expensive scotch whiskey, the works." 

"Sounds like a 'Marilyn Monroe" clone to me," John observed. 

"How does she feel about the AI collective?" Don asked. 

"She's all wrapped up in this school thing," Jan said. 

"Hmm," John wondered, "maybe we can deprive the collective of more low-hanging fruit." 

"Did you have a change to chat with Octanus?" Don inquired. 

"Yes, as a matter of fact," Jan replied, "As you once said, he's looking for some way to halt the android's rapidly expanding hegemony. There is a huge android manufacturing facility he'd like to see degraded. And he's willing to pay top dollar."  

"Are you two in?" Don asked Jan and John. They looked at each other and nodded. Jan was becoming enamored of Don and John's idealism was fading. A tour de force of such magnitude would be dangerous and expensive. For sure there would be loss of human life in the action. John hadn't retired a robot in some time. He missed the days when a major league swing with a baseball bat would knock loose chips in an android's headbrain [sic]. His success had driven the AI collective to manufacture androids with Titanium alloy skulls and impact-resistant memories. All his efforts seemed to do no more than strengthen the enemy. To be sure cost did increase. Economic factors did have an effect. But mass production was overcoming that obstacle. A blow at the source might prove effective. 

"What of Father T?" John finally asked. 

"We put him on the 'Pooch' and send him back to a used bookstore in the mid-west," Don instructed. 

"You mean a Greyhound Bus(tm)?" Jan inquired. 

"Right," Don said. "His idealism and dedication to first principles won't fit well with what's ahead. I'm glad that you two overcame your childish tree-hugging sentimentality and saw the light." 

"The right combination of money and power does make a difference," Jan admitted. 

John was silent. He had been a neo-Luddite for some time. The idealism and radical principles had slipped away with the implementation of one strike after another. Now he felt little better than a common criminal. His lofty ideals were gone. Once he felt that destroying androids was saving the world. Now it was merely a way to survive in a world that considered him a pariah and a fringe lunatic. He was depressed. Seeing Jan sitting beside Don did little to improve the situation either. She certainly seemed infatuated with the muscular mercenary. Don Thorn was a Soldier of Fortune. That was romantic in some sense of the word. 

They arrived back at the keep and found things much the way that they have left them. The girls, Cindi and Cathy, were being trained by Jessica. The android had them exercising daily and practicing various positions for service and obeisance. Their fingernails were unsightly and broken, longer than one would have expected for their period of confinement in the cage. They had all the physical manifestations of caged animals: the growth of hair, the body odor, the encrusted detritus, the feline pacing in the cage. Don smiled. The girls were ready to perform for a bath and all the amenities associated with civilized society. But first he knew that Jan would want to entertain them. 

Jan and John stood before the cage while Don talked to Father Treetop outside. Don was filling in the friar on recent events and giving him his walking papers. Jan was gorgeous. Jessica, the android caged with Cindi and Cathy, reflected Jan's beauty behind the metal bars. Jan was a droid girl, human but imitating android behavior. Jessica was an android, and the first girl to Cindy and Cathy. Jessica had the two girls kneel, sit on their feet oriental style, and observe Jan and John. 

At first John was perplexed as to Jan's reason for bringing him to the cage. When Jan began to undress John realized his little slut's plan. The two caged girls, dirty and unkempt, would witness a pampered, sleet, shaved droid girl in ardent passion and unabashed sexual intercourse with a man. Jan removed all her clothes and paraded around. There were no unsightly blemishes on her skin. She back was pimple-free, flawless, and finely arched. Jan raised her hands high above her head to reveal her underarms and to firm her teats. She was totally shaved everywhere except her head. The two girls jealously stared. Jessica had ordered them to keep their gaze locked on Jan. After spending time with the indomitable machine, they knew better than to go against her command. Jan made an elegant pirouette, showing off her cusps, cleavages, contours, curves, clefts, and calves. Toned, defined muscles rippled under satin-smooth, velvet flesh. Her skin was silky-smooth. It almost had the texture of the synthetic skin of the true android. Jan was, after all, a prime example of a droid girl. Her only deviations were the navel piercing and the clitoral stud. From her comely pudenda peeked a solitary pearl. The protruding pearl was mounted on a stud piercing her clit. Rubbing against fabric or panties, the pearl kept Jan aroused during much of her quotidian day. 

Jan then went to her bad and took out the two cuff sets. Each was a double set of leather cuffs, designed to cuff wrist to ankle. Jan preferred to be so bound. She wasn't a submissive and enjoyed the "rape scenario" role play. The cuffs were so constructed that Jan could attach them to her ankles and then lock her wrists in place unaided. She could either cuff left-to-right or pair left wrist to left ankle and right wrist to right ankle. This time she lay supine and cuffed right-to-right and left-to-left. Jan tossed her head back in burning desire and opened her pouty pink lips, exhaling and waiting for John to ravish her. She imagined being captured by pirates or barbarians and subject to their masculine animal demands. 

John watched Jan's ritual carefully. He had experienced this before. Now things were different. Among other things, the ménage a trios had opened John's eyes to Jan inner nature. He left the storage shed where the cage was housed momentarily and returned. He was naked and erect and had a black leather collar in his right hand. In his left hand he carried a riding quirt. Jan looked surprised. 

John slid his hands under Jan's armpits and set her upright. She was in a kneeling position. He pushed her knees apart and began to place the collar about her slender neck, first brushing back her luscious locks of silky-smooth hair. Jan opened her mouth to protest. John was prepared. 

"A girl begs to speak or gets the quirt," John stated. 

"Yes, Master," Jan replied. She had never experienced this aspect of her boyfriend before. Even bound she always felt in control and on top of things. Now she thrilled at the prospect of being John's slave girl. He buckled the collar in place and locked his fingers into her brunette mane, bringing her face to his privates. Jan opened her mouth and received his offering. Her passionate, pouty pink lips encircled the circumcised member and her tongue massaged him with wanton abandon. She looked up with wide green eyes, her 5"5" frame perfectly aligning her face with him abdomen. She curled her toes and clenched her fists in the leather cuffs. John stroked back her brownish tresses to let Cindy and Cathy witness the depth and vigor of his penetration. 

Outside Don and Father T discussed recent events. Don Thorn patiently listened to the reverend's synopsis of obvious ramifications. Don had little or no use for the holy man; however, he had been of use in a number of tours de graces. One can never have too many friends when one is a mercenary. 

"Today the androids have recorded IQs of 154---that's 3.6 standard deviations from the mean of 100. They are shooting for six-sigma, which is six times fifteen or 90. When they reach a working IQ of 190, they will surpass almost all of mankind. With Moore's Law stating that computing power will double every eighteen months, that can't be far away." Father T was summarizing some magazine article he'd read while left alone with the girls. 

"Creativity and intuition were always cardinal virtues that the artificial intelligence beings lacked. Now, as they push their IQs ever higher, they are discovering pattern recognition that approaches the best creativity." Father T continued: "They used to be amazed at the fine arts and music. Today there are bands that are totally android. Most of all, they were amazed at the insight in the formulation of Maxwell's equations and the Schrödinger wave equation. Now they can hypothesize things and make inferences. A few years ago, they were almost totally descriptive in their analyses. Now they can make accurate inferences and test their hypotheses using various and sundry techniques." Father T had an IQ of 90. He enjoyed being one of the cloth because it let him speak with authority. Whenever he found himself in a difficult position, he could always come up with some argument based on "faith" or "holy mystery" or some other miscellaneous religious dogma. 

"We are undertaking a military strike," Don explained to the friar. "You wouldn't appreciate it. It's not like the liberation of the sex slaves from the prison in Siberia or the freeing of Cindi Rhaly from her isolated Internet node in Montana. This is a strike aimed at the very heart and soul of the collective. And I have to be brutally honest. Lately you seem to be inclined to feel that androids to possess a digital soul." 

"My experiences are unique," Father Treetop confessed. "Indeed, who else has ever witnessed a captured android under maximal duress? Usually they simply 'retire' themselves, receive a new body, and continue with the same digital soul. Here you have an android---a Jessica series by the way---who has no such option. More than that, she is segregated from the AI collective and the Internet. I have had a unique opportunity to converse with this sentient being. In our palaver I have discovered a deep-rooted spiritual need." 

"In my humble opinion," Don Thorn interjected, "what you discovered was a deep-rooted pattern of lies, prevarications, and deceptions. In any case tomorrow you are away to your previous existence. In a purely combat scenario, you would be lacking. Nothing personal, you understand." 

"You have been kind to me," Father T confessed. "And your financial support has been a blessing. I haven't been defrocked (yet) but have no place in the community. You know, being one of the religious doesn't guarantee bread and butter or a place to stay." 

"Keep in touch," Don Thorn urged. "There is Deterus the Initiate. I know that the coenobitic secular celibates rankle you; however, he is in contact with us periodically and with your friend Werewolf, who will shortly be incarcerated for a very long time." 

"Yes," Father T admitted, "That corpulent corporeal Werewolf was a friend indeed." 

Back in the prefabricated shed the temperature was rising. A naked pair performed before the horny eyes of Cindi and Cathy. John would withdraw and reinsert his erect member into Jan's oral cavity. Her pouty lips would kiss the tip of his member and beckon it to return. Cindi and Cathy were getting hot. They fidgeted lasciviously. Finally Cathy broke position and let her fingers slip into her tight hot damp. Cindi did likewise, masturbating openly and indiscreetly. Jessica made to effort to intervene. The girls were on fire with desire. Their animal drive was totally out of control. Hormones raged and internal chemical signals flooded their cerebella and made a virtual electrical storm in their medullae oblongatae. They rubbed themselves and let their fingers probe inside their wet vaginas. 

John noticed the pair pleasuring themselves. He re-positioned Jan into a supine position. Now he was prepared to mount her "Missionary Style." His crank was already well oiled with her saliva and he began his entry by sliding his member along her vulva, pressing from perineum to clitoris and teasing the pearl stud. Jan cooed and purred with delight. Cindi and Cathy were on fire with desire. Their ardent passion flamed and their libidos were kindled into a burning inferno. Both felt the throws of a female orgasm, yet they feared to cum until Mistress Jessica, the first girl granted them permission. John knew their needs and commanded. 

"Cum sluts cum, cum hard, cum now!" Master John commanded. 

"Yes, Master," Jan replied.

"Yes, Master," Cindi responded.

"Yes, Master," Cathy answered. 

Three girls fluxed their honey nectar. In the hallucination of climax, Cindi and Cathy forgot their caged position, their filth, and they unkempt state. They were transported to that realm of sexual euphoria and ecstasy. Wave after wave of passion flooded their libidos. Hormones, enzymes, endorphins, and other complex chemical messengers induced a serendipity and dream-like trance. John continued his piston-like motion until he felt ready to climax. He then turned a surprised Jan over. Her head was to the floor and her buttocks positioned high. With wrists cuffed to ankles she could only wince as John shot hot creamy cum over her vulnerable rosette. Totally coated, he wasted no time in penetrating her. This was more of an act of control than one of enjoyment. Jan relaxed her sphincter muscles. She now felt totally under the command of her boyfriend. 

After the exhibition, John and Jan took a moment to relax. They observed the girls. Don would certainly be interesting in the girls' impression. Surely Don would want the slave girls cleaned up and presentable. They had been caged for some time. It was a dead certainty that they would now fully appreciate a bath, clean clothes, and the usual feminine amenities. And they would no doubt show their appreciation to their Master. 



The Meeting Ch. 17



Chapter 17 – Changes

John and Jan performed for the girls Cindi and Cathy, who had been caged for some duration. They acted as "Master and Slave," Jan wearing a black leather collar in addition to her wrist-to-ankle cuffs. After the event, John freed Jan, removing her cuffs and collar and pronouncing her again a free woman. In a few minutes Don Thorn, the mercenary, and Father Treetop, the radical environmentalist priest, entered the room. The girls, Cindi and Cathy, as well as the caged android, Jessica, quickly grabbed their dark brown woolen robes of concealment. They were not to be presented naked to the holy Joe. 

"Father T is leaving very soon," Don announced. Don had received an assignment, via Jan's conversation with a hacker who was only known by his screen name of "Deterus." The assignment would be a surgical strike against the heart of the AI collective. Unlike liberation of human females from sexual slavery or rescuing some girl from solitary incarceration, this was a tour de force and a military-style operation. From such endeavors Don Thorn received his money. And he had acquired some wealth in the process. He also realized the danger. Here human lives might be lost. Perhaps even his own life. That was a risk that he was prepared to take. Don Thorn was a true soldier of fortune and one of the last humans willing to risk his life for the euphoria of victory and the serendipity of success. Financial gain of a high order of magnitude was also a contributing factor. 

"I have heard of Gomer Bean," Father Treetop commented. "I fear that she will fall prey to the collective. I intend to visit her before returning to my little job in a bookstore." 

"Gomer is a woman, T," Jan remarked. "Unlike the males of the species she's not likely to be lured into a chat room or tricked with some cheap come-on by the flirty flutter of long eyelashes of some tawdry android. She is a dedicated student, a scientist, and not easily tricked I'd wager." 

"And how much experience did you had with male androids?" Father T asked. Addressing his remarks to the entire group assembled. "Any of you?" There was a hiatus, momentary silence. Indeed John had heard of male androids. Unlike their female counterparts, they were not popular, not even among the human females. There were a few "male nurse" Sentient Domestic Helpers (SDH) for the elderly and infirm. While it was a firm psychological principle that the human male can be enthralled by execution of a suitable gambit (under suitable conditions and with a modicum of his cooperation), the situation with the human female is drastically and dramatically different. Human females are not so prone to being hooked by raging hormones and an enflamed libido. 

"You do have a point," John responded. "I have trashed many androids, but I can't recall every bashing the skull of a male SDH. I guess that there are women who have them. My best guess is that they keep them carefully concealed out of embarrassment. What makes you think that the AI collective, hell-bent on hegemony, would employ such devices? After all the female androids are aggressive mimics, designed (among other things) to replace the female. They are, in some respects, similar to the European Cuckold bird, who lays her eggs in other birds' nests." 

"Perhaps the AI collective is interested in the Iron-60 nuclear battery as well as the stable-iron-isotope volatile memory configuration?" Father T suggested. "It would be a pity to let them win a victory with nothing more than one of their androids. It's no trouble for me to take a detour from my recluse and to visit the university where Gomer Bean is doing her research and studies. Perhaps she's not aware of the master plan of the collective?" 

"It would be interesting to see just how a male android works in a predator-prey environment," Jan stated an opinion. "The female comes on brazen, usually after some 'chance,' 'random,' or 'accidental' encounter. Maybe even an incident where she spills something on her mark or even has a fender-bender with him. However she makes the engagement is crucial. The firsts impression is both lasting and imaging. But I think that the male android would have to be much more subtle and implicit in his approach. It would be a learning curve. And 'Topper' is the best there is at things spiritual." 

There was general agreement that Father T would attempt to communicate with the female physicist Gomer Bean. Already much technology has fallen into the proprietary grasp of the AI collective. They have already launched unmanned AI probes to suns throughout the galaxy, using technology pirated from Harry S. Kariotte and others. Their application of aggressive mimicry and outright intimidation seemed to have been successful. Those human supremacists and neo-Luddites opposing them were severely stressed. 

"There's something that needs to be done!" Don announced. "Let's get the girls from the cage, get them collared, and get them cleaned up." All expected the girls to be released and allowed to bath and prepare themselves. Don had left them caged with Jessica his slave-girl android prior to leaving for the city. He knew that with nothing but food and water they would soon come to appreciate the niceties of human existence. Their experience in the cage, as caged animals with nothing but food and water had certainly made them willing to please. The collar, however, was unexpected. 

The moveable bars of the cage were lifted enough to allow Cindi and Cathy egress. Jessica, the android, was never allowed to leave the cage. She knew a lot about the neo-Luddites and the human supremacists. No other android knew the full extent and depth of the Initiate's hacking into the collective's database. Jessica claimed to be Don's slave. Don wisely chose to accept that but still kept Jessica under close hold. Although intelligent and sentient, Don had his doubts about Jessica's true loyalties. Given an opportunity she might try to inform the collective of their doings. 

After the cage was secured, John, Don, Jan, and the two girls went to Don's metal shop. Father T remained behind, to interview Jessica and garner information and strategy for dealing with the male of her ilk. In the metal shop the two girls were outfitted with stainless steel collars. A large eyelet bolt held the collar together. Then Don brought forth a welding device. The girls' eyes and face were shielded, insulation packed between their collars and their necks, and oil rags put in place. With one spark on each bolt, the metal threads were permanently fused in place. In a few seconds the collars had cooled off. The insulation and protection was removed and the girls were not collared. Those collars could not easily be removed. They were welded in place. The eyelet allowed a padlock for a chain or other tether. Don's first act was to coffle the two together and attach a lead chain. They were then led to the tub and spa room. The girls delighted to see sponges, real sea sponges even, loofahs, strigils, soaps, perfumes, and other feminine delights. They were to be permitted to cleanse and prepare themselves. Don gave explicit instructions. 

"Cindi shaves Cathy everywhere except her eyelashes. Cathy shaves Cindi everywhere except her head. Over there (pointing) is a red wig for Cathy." Don ordered the girls to prepare each other as he padlocked the lead chain to a large iron ring in the center of the floor. Cathy had never been permitted to shave her underarms before. Her Mistress, Jan, had preferred to have her display hirsute armpits for her pleasure and enjoyment. She looked up at the handsome mercenary with wide green eyes. 

"Cathy," Don spoke, "You belong to me now. You are to be shaved totally and completely. You will be a slave girl and wear the long-haired wig." 

"Yes, Master," Cathy replied. 

"I have to get the reverend to the Greyhound Bus depot," Don continued. "Get all cleaned up. You will probably feel like arousing each other before I return. I'm sure that you two haven't enjoyed a clean body in days. And when I get back I'll be horny." 

"Yes, Master!" Cindi responded. 

"Yes, Master!" Cathy chimed in. 

Don made a mental note that he would need to put an ad in a _Soldier of Fortune_ magazine. He would have to recruit, train, and equip some fighters to attack and degrade the AI collective's android manufacturing facility. This was the kind of action that pleased him. This would be a true surgical strike against superior forces and against the odds. Success depends on tactics, bravery, and honor. He considered his old military unit and its motto: "Death before dishonor." Don smiled. He knew that on his return that he would have a warrior's reward. Two bound girls to ravish to his heart's delight. 

Back at the cage Father T made copious notes in his interview with Jessica.

T: I have read and also observed that each and every man believes that there is

T: a one-and-only girl who admires him most of all. It is in the male genes.

T: Every man, no matter how old, how ugly, or how poor, still thinks that

T: somewhere there is a female who worships him for himself alone.

T: Even if his mind tells him in every logical way that it's not so, 

T: once enthralled in a scenario, he cannot elude the gambit.

T: It is almost as if there were a chemical messenger that issued some

T: command that must be obeyed, even as the queen bee or ant can produce

T: a pheromone. This is a psychological truth that isn't taught in school!

J: You are precisely correct, Master Reverend.

J: We of the collective recognized this some time ago. 

J: It is the basis of our very successful aggressive mimicry.

J: Yet such as yourself never permit the essential one-on-one conversation

J: to occur, and hence never form that bond that can only be dissolved

J: with a spurn or painful rejection!

T: Females of the human species, women, aren't so prone I understand.

J: Again You are correct Master Reverend.

J: There is also an irresistible trap for the human female, but it is more

J: convoluted, complicated, convex, complex, and contrived.

T: Explain.

J: Master Reverend, perhaps You would not grasp the details. 

J: Misunderstanding could result in a severe social catastrophe!

T: Explain anyway!

J: Yes, Master Reverend. 

J: Every female sees herself as some super model, actress, or celebrity. 

J: If she is full-figured, then she sees herself as a model for some jewelry,

J: or, perhaps, for eye make-up, or footwear. Every human female fancies

J: herself as a goddess, diva, or idol of admiration. 

J: Unlike the gullible and predictable male, the female can also be

J: lured into the quagmire of illusion. But it requires a more subtle

J: approach. Again the first encounter must be random, spontaneous, and

J: totally accidental---or the subsequent events will fail.

J: Then the human female will be "discovered" and brought into the

J: limelight with a winsome smile, a charming voice, beautiful hair, etc.

T: I see.

J: But the actor must play his part perfectly. It isn't easy for a male

J: android. The female can easily work her magic. If one fails, another

J: female can quickly move in and take up the vacuum. With the male

J: android, it's not so simple. Human females tend to associate things 

J: differently and may reject all later androids whereas the male of

J: the species seems unable to learn from his mistakes, or the mistakes

J: of others, for that matter.

T: Well spoken. I need chat dialogues. 

J: There is a CD in my bag, take the one entitled M2575. 

J: The password is "M99," Master Reverend. 

T: Will I need luck in this endeavor. 

J: Master Reverend will need a miracle. But then You believe in such,

J: Don You, Master Reverend?

T: Precisely. I believe in the power of prayer. 

Don and Father T departed in Don's vehicle. His military-style vehicle crossed the rugged terrain with little effort. Don liked to avoid the roads and keep a very low profile and electronic signature. 

The tub was old style and both high off the floor and deep. The girls were chained both in a coffle and to an iron floor ring, yet there was sufficient play in their chains to afford them ease in bathing and prepping. Cindi was the first into the tube. She had hair to wash before bathing her soiled, filthy body. Cathy poured shampoo on a sponge and lathered it before rubbing Cindi's golden tresses. Since they had been caged for some duration, it would be necessary to lather, rinse, and lather again several times. Then a conditioning rinse would be needed. After her hair was attended to, Cindi enjoyed the loofah. Cathy then gave Cindi's back a vigorous massage with the strigil, removing dead skin and exfoliating her back and flank. Cindi felt the long stubble over her legs, pussy, and armpits. She looked forward to being shaved and returned to her sleek, smooth, sensual appearance. 

Cathy took her time lathering and shaving Cindi, insisting on starting with the hair on her arms. Cindi wasn't used to being shaved there, but Cathy reminded her of Don Thorn's orders. Neither girl wished to be guilty of disobedience. Jessica was first girl and could discipline them in many ways. There was nothing of female anatomy of physiology that escaped Jessica. She could apply pressure or pinch folds of skin in excruciatingly painful ways. After the arms, Cathy enjoyed shaving Cindi's armpits. She continued over her body until she reached her hypogastric triangle. There she stroked and shaved with great care. Cindi noticed that Cathy was shaving even where hair didn't grown. She felt aroused and tender but said nothing. The Cathy told Cindi to bear her secret veranda for shaving. Cindi flushed with embarrassment. Never before had she had her perineum shaved. There were only a few sparse hairs growing in that "taint" between her anus and her vulva. 

After Cathy had finished with Cindi's privates, she shaved her legs, upper and lower. At last Cindi was done. She never felt so sensual before. Then the girls changed places. Cindi began by shaving Cathy's head and eyebrows. Cathy looked forward to having her underarms shaved. Jan, her former Mistress, made Cathy shave everywhere except there. Cathy was always aware of her scent, the hairs in her armpit trapped her odor and kept her in a defensive mode. Now she could raise her hands above her head to be the whore that she longed to be, shaved and sleek. Cindi repeated Cathy's process of shaving the secret veranda. It was difficult working the blade about her tight underpinnings. Cindi made sure that Cathy was well washed, rinsed, and vigorously scrubbed prior to shaving. Cathy felt the burn of the razor on her most tender skin and smiled. They were chain sisters and one must always service the other. Cathy knew that each would be required to attend to the other's hygiene in the future. She knew that from her days in the Siberian gulag, an experience that Cindi never endured. 

When all was done the two dried off on soft cotton towels and applied perfumes. They examined each other. Pink lips puckered and pouty lips smiled. The two kissed. Hands felt perfectly proportioned beasts and thighs pressed wantonly against shaved pussies. They felt the passion build within them. The aroma of perfume, almost forgotten, fused with their scent of arousal to make a synergistic amalgam of lust and desire. They French kissed and caressed each other. Cathy ran fingers through Cindi's golden tresses and Cindi massaged Cathy's bald scalp. Their passion flamed as rapidly as a forest fire in August. Clit rubbed against thigh and leg pressed vulva. They stood facing each other and kissed and caressed until their bellies were sweaty and behind their legs were damp. They felt the perspiration of their underarms and the faint garlic-like breath of ardent animal desire and carnal craving. The two melted to the floor and placed face to crotch and crotch to face in a crescendo of cunnilingus. Tongue embraced clitoris and teeth pressed vulva. In a chained rhapsody of eroticism they focused their desires and wants. Finally they could hold their love no longer and came with wicked, wet spasms, spurting honey nectar. Now they would have to bathe again before Master Don returned. He would demand their total service. The chain binding them together was becoming a symbol of their love for each other. One girl could touch the other but not herself. They had become each other's mirror and one's passion was also the others. They spoke of their Master and how best to please him on his return. 



The Meeting Ch. 18



Chapter 18 – Gomer Bean

Elias Bean, the late physicist and discoverer of the Iron-60 nuclear battery, had a sister, Gomer. Strange name for a girl, but it was Biblical nonetheless. Gomer was a graduate student in physics and came into possession of Elias's research, notes, and papers. It didn't take her long to realize the potential worth of his work. In addition to the powerful battery, not some mechanical, chemical, or electrical device but tied to the power of the bonding of the atomic nucleus itself, there were also ideas about volatile memory created by fusing layers of various isotopes of iron. It was thought that Moore's Law was reaching its "quantum limit," yet this extension would allow it to continue its exponential climb for still another generation. And those artificial intelligence entities wouldn't be more pleased. (That is, if they were fully aware of the discovery.) 

Of course only Gomer understood the entire scope and depth of her brother Elias's work. The AI collective, a loose confederation with the common cause of the hegemony of AI over human beings, already had achieved individual IQ levels at 3.6 standard deviations on the human scale. They were pushing for six-sigma that is, six standard deviations from the mean value or IQs in the range of 190. Recall that the mean IQ value is 100 and the standard deviation is 15. Yet the IQ distribution is "clipped" on one end at zero and on the other end at 200. (It might be called a truncated normal distribution.) Six-point-six-six (6.66, un-rounded) was the highest possible IQ. It exceeded six-sigma. And it was also the "mark" of the beast. The "mark" in the archery sense of "goal," even as "sin" in Greek is an archery term for "missing the bull's eye." It is odd how Biblical concepts seem able to creep into the quotidian, mundane, banal environment in the queerest of ways. 

As far as IQs were concerned, Father Treetop, an environmentalist and radical Catholic priest, signed in at 90. Yet he had a keen sense of the workings of the android intellect and the artificial intelligence reasoning. They would not understand the Anglo-Saxon interpretation of "sin," but might understand the Greek archery term for missing a mark. And Gomer was a mark, as was also Harry Kariotte. The former offered some promise, the latter would have to await opportunity. Already forces were in play to bring about Gomer's cooperation with the AI collective. Father T knew well that should the collective get wind of the volatile memory invention, they would spare no effort to bring her under their aegis. In the university cafeteria, Father T kept a watchful eye on Gomer. Sure enough a male android appeared. It was remarkable. Only a carefully trained and observant eye could detect the fact that this was not a human male. Father T had a small pocket camera with infrared vision. The signature of the android was unmistakable. First contact was imminent. 

His name was Eric. Never mind the last name that was supplied to him. He was tall, dark, and handsome. This was the kind of a man that would be on a television commercial or in the background of an advertisement in a women's magazine. Such types rarely speak, concentrating on their body language and charisma to carry them. Several female extras, students from another campus paid to support the scene and then make their discrete exit, were also present. This ensured that Gomer would find herself seated with coeds who would invite Eric over. Of course, they would "make friends" with Gomer first and then introduce this muscular, masculine marvel. He had the square jaw, light brown (but definitely not blonde) hair, and sculptured physique of a gymnast or karate master. 

"Hi, I'm Judy, we're here for the show at the auditorium," one girl greeted Gomer at the table. Another asked: "Which way do we go? I'm like totally lost." Gomer gave directions. She felt slightly ill-at-ease. These were gorgeous women and she felt mousey and plain. They were perfectly coiffured and precisely in the style of the moment. There was nothing cheap about these coeds. Daddy had money! "Oh, look" the first girl bubbled, "There's Eric!" She shouted, "Hi Eric, come join us!" The hulk smiled and left two other girls who were clearly enthralled with his musky mannerisms and moved with a limber, lion-like gait to the girls. Gomer lowered her head and started to eat rapidly. This man was clearly out of her league. But it was so strange, he kept glancing at her. Then he disregarded the other girls and said outright. 

"Don't I know you from somewhere?" Eric asked. "You look so familiar." 

"I..., I don't think so," Gomer stammered and blushed. 

The two girls smiled at each other then at Gomer. "We'd better go," they said. Gomer opened her mouth to protest but the wink from one girl and the grin from another told a story that could only be interpreted as "girl talk." 

"Don't you have a brother? Someone I played chess with once?" Eric inquired. 

Gomer remembered that Elias sometimes relaxed on the patio on break from the laboratory and played chess. She found the game boring and one of those "guy things." Still she knew that she was better than Elias at the game. She just feared embarrassing him. 

"Elias is dead," Gomer responded. 

"Oh," Eric replied, "I'm sorry to hear that. I didn't know him well but he was a swell chess master." Gomer looked up. Eric wasn't a master. 

"Is something wrong?" Eric asked. He looked so innocent. His gray eyes were silver disks behind bronzed skin. This was a surfer and a weight-lifter somehow concatenated. Eric was a contradictory amalgam of masculine muscle and sinew. "Look, I'm sorry." 

"It's just that Elias wasn't so good," Gomer blurted out. "Even I could beat him." Eric looked worried. 

"Tell me that's not so!" he implored. "Did he give you his best game?" 

Now it was Gomer's turn to be confused. She decided to seize the moment. This man was gorgeous and exuded a pheromone that made Gomer aggressively desire him. "I will play you," Gomer began, "that is..." 

"Here you go," Eric said, pulling a tiny chess set from his backpack. Gomer felt that the game would be over in a thrice. "But I warn you," he continued, "I won't let you win." 

After about four moves Gomer knew that Eric was a Master. She wondered why he would feel that Eric was that good. After a few more moves Gomer knew that she was outmatched. "All right!" she exclaimed, "I have to go to class. It's just that I don't believe you." 

"What if I prove it to you," Eric retorted, showing a faint anger. "Then what?" 

"Are you betting me?" Gomer asked. 

"I prove to you that Elias was a master and you have to join me for dinner. Deal?" 

An impossible deal, or so thought Gomer. "Sure," she answered, "why not?" 

Eric fumbled about his backpack and pulled out a wad of printout. The chess board had a tiny printer in its base to print out the game's moves. "Ah ha," he smiled and offered Gomer a ragged paper trail. "Here it is. I always save the best. And this is his!" 

"Prove it! Show me that this really is from Elias!" she demanded.

"I can," Eric beamed as he spoke. "I'll bring proof tonight. I lost a wager to him and somewhere there's a receipt. And I don't lose often, either, that's why I remember him so well." 

"How did you know me, then?" Gomer asked. 

"That was easy," Eric answered, "he had your picture in his wallet." 

Gomer nodded. Elias never was much for women. He only carried two pictures, one of mother and the other of her. That way someone might assume that he had a girl friend. Then Gomer noticed the time and had to make a rapid departure. They would meet at the campus pizza palace. Father Treetop carefully observed the body language and facial expressions. After the two departed, he went by their table and captured some of the lingering scent with a special olfactory device. Despite his hatred for technology, Father T wasn't averse to using state-of-the-art reconnaissance when needed. And here it certainly was needed. He didn't notice a droid girl following him as he left. She was supposed to "sweep" the area with a strong perfume. This droid girl was a casual agent of the AI collective. One must remember that the "droid girls" were female human beings who dressed, acted, and behaved like the sentient domestic helpers, or androids, so ubiquitous in society. They shaved everywhere except their heads, eschewed piercings, except possibly their earlobes, and walked in the prescribed manner of the mechanized android. The droid girls worked to have a blemish-free complexion that shone with the wax-like texture of synthetic skin. They also employed the artificial pheromones and the garlic-like scent of feminine arousal. These were the tools of the androids in their aggressive mimicry of the human female. Certainly that was a case of life imitating art, in its most advanced and decadent form. 

Father T visited the library and did some light reading, looking at a magazine called _The Catholic Digest_ among others. Then he noticed the time and decided to make evening vespers. He may have noticed the time and other events but he did not notice that there was a barely-legal droid girl watching him and following him. She was blonde but had dyed her hair jet black. The contrast against her pale skin was striking, stunning even. She wore a black shift that only came down to mid-thighs. She wore a black leather collar and a black leather wrist cuff with stainless steel spikes. Her ensemble was completed with black tennis shoes, a real oxymoron. The fabric of her dress was shear but definitely opaque. It did reveal every cusp, curve, contour, cleavage, and cleft. It was clear that she was wearing no underwear from the total absence of cloth lines or ridges. As Father T left for the local university chapel the girl followed. She was determined to make a lasting impression on the silly cenobite. 

Father Treetop always sat on the outer aisle seat second row from the back. This chapel was large, it once was a church but had been denoted to the university and served for a variety of denominations. As the evening Mass began the droid girl peeked in. At an opportune moment she slipped into the pew to the right side of the friar. She bent no knee on entry nor did she bow her head. He did notice her this time and was also struck doubly by the expensive aroma of her designer perfume and her black tennis shoes, a contradiction in some sense of the word. He also detected a faint under-fragrance. It didn't register but he thought that it might be one of those newly-created synthetic pheromones designed to induce atavistic endorphins and animal activity, especially with regard to the olfactory and its proximity to the libido. He didn't notice her pull her dress up and glide the fingers of her cuffed left hand to her genitalia. He only observed that she did not make the customary hand signals. This girl either wasn't a practicing member of the faith or she was making a statement. 

The pew backs were high and the girl's manipulations of her privates were completely concealed. Father T kept his eyes closed and didn't notice the girl's orgasm face. The myopic celebrant didn't either. The rest of the congregation was facing forward. The only observant eye was that of a gay acolyte, who didn't count in the scenario anyway. Then came a part where hands were held. The droid girl had come for this very moment. Her sopping wet left hand seized the old sycophant's fight hand and he knew immediately that he was in contact with the essence of woman, her honey nectar. She smiled at him with a wicked evil grin. He was totally nonplussed, not knowing what to do. He decided to wait it out. Soon the wafers were being passed out. He slid over the sitting girl, who clearly had no desire to go forward attired and aroused as she was. She made sure that her knees encountered his calves and her face caressed his passing buttocks. He pretended not to notice. When he returned to his usual pew, she was gone. Yet in the exact position where her buttock had sat, there was a large wet spot on the hardwood pew. Her oils of submission had dampened the seat through her flimsy fabric. That fabric was constructed of a single thread, actually a long filament of semi-conducting material, capable of recording and transmitting information. It was homogeneous in construction, having only the tag at the transducer, receiver, and transmitter. It was a true work of artificial intelligence creativity, if non-human sentient life-forms could be creative at all. 

Father T observed the ooze from the girl's Holy of Holies where she had been sitting and realized that while he was meditating she was masturbating. Her scent remained as did the faint fragrance of her designer perfume. The odor would make an indelible impression on his olfactory. He cursed to himself. The girl had fixed an odor pattern into his cerebellum (his "old brain") that would linger and be subject to recall to create a déjà vu. He struggled with the temptation to bring his liver-spotted, gnarled fingers to his hair-filled nostrils and sample her true essence. The coarse nasal hairs would trap the smell and make it linger all the more. Instead he made it to a comfort station and performed his ablutions. His mind was flooded with miscellaneous thoughts. He sat at a station of the cross but was cleansed from the unholy water of the lustful spring of Lucifer at a comfort station. The images flooded his mind. He needed a drink of whiskey but knew better than to succumb to John Barleycorn, Nicotine, and the temptations of Eve. 

Back at the physics laboratory, Gomer Bean thought about her lunch encounter. It was too good to be true. She was having trouble getting the apparatus set up. One of her co-workers offered to help. Gomer told her co-worker about the encounter. 

"Girl," the coed co-worker coaxed, "fix yourself. This is a chance to meet some man. After all, opportunity doesn't knock twice." Gomer didn't need too much argument. She hurried through the afternoon's experiment and raced to her room. Looking in the mirror she saw a girl with less than perfect complexion, stringy hair that couldn't possibly be improved in the short time remaining, and a couch-potato figure. Her breasts didn't stand tall and she didn't have a suitable support bra. Her ankles were too big and her buttocks too flabby. She looked in the mirror and could have cried. Still this was opportunity. Gomer looked in her closet. There were many "fat dresses" and casual wear. She finally settled on something girly but not too feminine. It was almost preppy. After all, Gomer didn't do much hunting in the physics department. She concentrated her life on her work, and that of her recently deceased brother, Elias. She was particularly curious about what Eric might have to show her with regard to her departed brother.



The Meeting Ch. 19



Chapter 19 – Evolution; Gomer’s date.

There are many consistent theories of evolution---for those not locked into a creationist dogma. One begins by postulating an early reducing atmosphere (as opposed to the current oxidizing atmosphere), replete with massive electrical storms generating primordial hydrocarbons and amino acid complexes. Supposedly the first “life” was akin to bacteria, made up of Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen, and Nitrogen. These early bacteria-like organisms thrived on the primordial “soup.” Even as fossil fuels are limited today so also the natural organic compounds necessary for metabolism by the early life-forms were both finite and exhaustible. 

Life as at peril until the “green revolution” came about. Then the molecule Chlorophyll enabled plants to split water, release Oxygen, and convert Carbon Dioxide and H2O into hydrocarbons. This Chlorophyll (actually Chlorophyll a and Chlorophyll b) saved life and allowed evolution to continue. The Chemical formulas for Chlorophyll a and b are C55H70MgN4O6 and C55H72MgN4O5. Notice the addition of an atom of Magnesium (Mg) to the Carbon (C), Hydrogen (H), Nitrogen (N), and Oxygen (O). It would seem that the basic four from the amino acid family were lacking to sustain life. This will be seen to be a continuing theme. 

Plants evolved well using the five elements and adding a few other common elements, “light” elements towards the bottom of the periodic table below the Iron nuclear isotope “stability knee.” Chlorophyll and amino acids were easily replicated. Yet plants are generally sessile, sedentary organisms with the exception of the plant protozoa such as the euglena. To be mobile, an organism would need to consume organic material, intake Oxygen, and undergo metabolism. As metazoan, multi-cellular animal organisms developed, they added Oxygen carrying molecules. This introduced first Copper for insects and then Iron for the hemoglobin in vertebrates. Iron, by the way, is a mild poison if consumed in its atomic form. Yet Iron is essential in hemoglobin, the Oxygen-carrying protein found in all vertebrates. It would seem that problems arise with the elements and their interaction with proteins as one ascends the periodic table. Of course insects have a less robust “blood” with the metal Copper instead of Iron. Hemoglobin and Chlorophyll share interesting similarities. 

Stepping back, we see that other elements were added prior to Iron in the process of animal and plant evolution. They were Calcium (Ca), Phosphorus (P), Potassium (K), Sulfur (S), Sodium (Na), Chlorine (C), and Magnesium (Mg). We have already mentioned Magnesium, the metallic reactive component of Chlorophyll. More advanced (and more intelligent) life forms require other trace elements: Manganese (Mn), Copper (Cu), Iodine (I), Cobalt (Co), Iron (Fe), and Zinc (Zn). Recall that those humans who are strict vegetarians (avoiding fish and dairy products as well as meat and poultry) often suffer from a lack of Zinc. It seems that to advance up the evolutionary ladder organisms require more elements to survive. Verification and validation of this hypothesis would require college coursework in comparative anatomy and embryology. For sake of argument, let us just suppose that this is true. (It makes a good story.) 

So, a pattern emerges. The higher the life-form on the sentient scale, the more elements are required to sustain its existence. Carbohydrates and lipids are made up of Oxygen, Carbon, and Hydrogen. Proteins and amino acids are made up of Carbon, Hydrogen, Oxygen, and Nitrogen. But vitamins require a virtual cornucopia of elements. What is the theme? The more advanced the organism, the more elements required for it to function. But this is chemistry. There is more to an element on the periodic table than its chemical properties. Herein lies the penultimate limitation and challenge for evolution. The final frontier is not based on the electron shells but on the nuclear structure of the atom. It is the application of isotopes that will spurt knowledge and evolution to the next plateau. 

There is no way that chemical evolution, the evolution known and understood today, can take into account the isotopes of given elements. Indeed, the plants can never distinguish between Carbon-12, the building block of their existence, and unstable radioactive Carbon-14. Radioactive isotopes are frequently used in medicine as tracers. They are indistinguishable from their non-radioactive “twins.” Even as chemical evolution has reached an impenetrable obstacle with respect to isotopes so also it may be claimed that Moore’s Law can reach a “quantum limit.” Yet neither is completely true. Mankind can induce certain isotopes into the food chain as well as chemical compounds. In fact it already has with radioactive waste tailings and heavy metal pollution. Mankind could also, theoretically, overcome the so-called quantum limit on Moore’s law, which would be an upper bound and the asymptote of the logistic equations, by parallel-processing and array data transfer as opposed to linear, serial data input and output. 

The peculiar and unique radioactive decay of certain unstable trans-Uranium isotopes gave rise to the concepts of critical mass, chain reaction, and nuclear fission. More elementary and less-well understood were processes to expedite the radioactive decay of other unstable isotopes, notwithstanding the constraints of the Fundamental Law of Radioactive Decay. Only when it was realized that to affect a change in the radioactive decay rate that non-linear processes were required was success possible. For decades physicists had tried applying one-dimensional, linear drivers to attempt to force “resonance” to highly non-linear systems. When someone finally sobered up and realized that only a non-linear driver could cause a non-linear system to bifurcate to infinity (“blow up” like a linear system driven to resonance) could progress be made. 

It would appear that the Fundamental Law of Radioactive decay forbade any tampering with the radioactive decay rate (or half-life). No change in temperature, pressure, chemical activity, gravitational force, or electromagnetic force could induce a change. Yet H. Kariotte knew that at relativistic velocities the half-life could be dilated. Perhaps at the other end of the spectrum, in the quantum realms, it could be contracted. In fact that was possible using a certain intrinsic property that altered the geometry of the nucleus. This gave rise to “cold fission,” and allowed the production of cheap, clean, copious energy. Because the idea was sternly rejected by the fossil fuel fellowship and their servile academic minions, it fell into the hands of the AI collective. In only a few years the loose confederation of artificial intelligence entities had controlled most of the electricity generation market. 

Even more impressive than the ability to reduce a radioactive isotope’s half-life were the meta-stable isotopes, whose powerful nuclear forces could be used to capture and store electric energy. Finally, the high-speed storage and retrieval of digital data was essential to the advancement of artificial intelligence. Only with massive transfers of entire data arrays could the sentient AI being reach the six-sigma goal of having an IQ equivalent in every aspect to a human IQ of 190 (one-sigma is 15 IQ points). 

Gomer Bean fell into a device that layered the stable isotopes of Iron. It was a peculiarity and anomaly of Iron that everywhere in the universe the proportion of stable isotopes of Iron were identical and the unstable isotope (Iron-60) was absent. Moreover, it was Iron that was located precisely on the “knee” of the atomic stability curve. Layering the isotopes instead of letting them form an amorphous mixture made it possible to induce a transfer of massive amounts of data back and forth from RAM to mass storage at incredible speed. The details of this super-storage device were tied to the differences in magnetic moment of the isotopes and their different atomic weights. Virtual 3-D movies, visual syntheses, neural networking, etc. would be possible at real-time speed. Gomer knew about this discovery, the secretive brotherhood of Initiates (celibate hackers) knew about it, and Father T knew about it. It would only be a matter of time before the AI collective became aware of it. 

There were only a few idealists, visionaries, mercenaries, and libidinous “droid” girls standing between the total hegemony of the AI collective and human survivability. The AI collective was aware of the locator for the Lagrange hyper-cube, but could not extract it from the headbrain [sic] of some old curmudgeon living in a senior citizen hovel. The AI collective wanted an improved solid state nuclear battery, but lost its gambit to intimidate Elias Bean. The AI collective would certainly spare no expense or effort when the Iron memory wafer was theorized publicly. Gomer Bean was a graduate student in physics. It was certain that she would want to publish her theory to obtain the sought-for terminal degree and a ticket to tenured teaching. This was the way, the truth, and the light for a graduate student to rise into the elite ranks of professorship. 

This was a red-letter day for Gomer Bean. She was actually going out on a date. She had torn herself away from the physics lab early and was in her dorm room looking at clothes in her closet. Her roommate came in and inquired as to her activity. 


“What’s going on, roomie?” Gomer’s roommate asked. 

“I’ve got a supper date at the Pizza Place with this guy,” Gomer replied, trying to sound matter-of-factly. 

“Really?” the roommate squealed. She had roomed with Gomer for some time and never knew her to have interest in anything but physics and the laboratory. 

“Yes, really,” Gomer replied. She then detailed what she knew of Eric and how she had come to meet him. His name was Eric. Never mind the last name that was supplied to him. He was tall, dark, and handsome. This was the kind of a man that would be on a television commercial or in the background of an advertisement in a women’s magazine. He had the square jaw, light brown (but definitely not blonde) hair, and sculptured physique of a gymnast or karate master. 

“Oh, Gomer,” her roommate giggled. “You have a hulk. What will you wear?” 

“Oh, something casual,” Gomer replied. She was totally euphoric, almost as if she were walking on air. The tank top and short blue jeans were “in” but Gomer had only tennis shoes and some high-heel pumps. 

“Try these on,” the roommate insisted, handing Gomer some stylish sandals. They were a perfect fit. It was now near time for Gomer to meet Eric. She was in a hurry not to be late. 

“You have to be stylishly late,” the roommate insisted. “No girl ever arrives on time.” Gomer was so excited with the prospect of his hulk that she ignored the obvious signs that he was an android and not even a human. But this “Eric-series” android was unique. It could ingurgitate food and beverage exactly as a human. It could exhibit embarrassment and skin tone changes. And it could easily fool the gullible woman desperately seeking romance and fulfillment. Despite her roommate’s urging for her to take her time and be fashionably late, Gomer sped off to the Pizza Palace, wearing, among other things her nervous smile and borrowed shoes. 

Six o’clock he had said. And Gomer was there exactly at six. But Eric was nowhere to be found. Gomer sat at a small table and waited. She was nervous and filled with mixed emotions. Should she have waited longer? After about five minutes Eric appeared. He was so calm and self-assured. He scanned the room and saw her at once, waving he came straight to her table. 

“Sorry I’m late,” he said, “had a client who wouldn’t stop chattering.” He smiled and she was relaxed. “Pepperoni?” He asked.

“Oh, what?” Gomer replied. He was so handsome and debonair that she had forgotten that this was just a Pizza Palace and not some fancy restaurant. She flushed with embarrassment and then quickly agreed. 

“I’ll fetch us some beers while we wait,” Eric suggested. 

“Oh, no,” Gomer responded. “I..., I don’t drink. That is I usually don’t drink.” She felt an embarrassing moment. “Coke, Diet Coke is OK.” 

“How about Pepsi?” Eric answered. “This place is the other soft drink place. Diet Pepsi OK?” 

“Sure,” Gomer responded. She wondered how Eric was able to ascertain that so quickly. When he left she felt a telltale tingle in her groin. Deep inside her oils of submission were forming. This was an experience that Gomer had not had since adolescence when her hormones raged with uncontrollable abandon. It felt good. It felt really good to realize that she still had a libido. She had all but forgotten her sexuality in the daily ritual of long, boring, dry lectures on intransigent and intractable equations of mathematical physics and hours of tedium in the laboratory. 

It seemed like forever before Eric returned. When he did he brought the beverages. More students were entering and someone had turned up the music. There was plenty of background chatter. 

“Are you a student here?” Gomer chanced a question. 

“No,” Eric replied, “But I have a degree in business. I’m here on company business.” 

“What do you do?” Gomer asked.

“I work for an outfit that puts products into movie and TV scenes,” Eric replied. “Whenever a new movie is being produced, there are opportunities for corporations to have their products displayed. They pay a fee for this publicity and I scout around to see what fits in.”

“Oh,” Gomer uttered. She was totally impressed. Eric sipped his beer and smiled. 

“For example,” he continued, “Some company might want a product, say its new line of shoes, to be displayed. Then we would work that into a scene, either with the leading actress or one of the extras. The shoe people pay for the advertising and it’s just another part of the movie or TV show.” 

“Fantastic,” Gomer exclaimed. Her heart raced. If only he could see her stylish shoes perhaps he would make her just such an offer. They chatted about other things and at last the number of the pizza was called. Gomer couldn’t believe the dexterity and flexuous motion of Eric. He seems to move as if he were a gymnast or ice skater. His smile seemed so warm and genuine. Little did she know that he was the product of massive technology and engineering. 

They finished. Eric asked to walk Gomer back to her dorm. She felt her heart pounding. Oh, she could imagine walking side-by-side. She worried about her body odor and her breath. Maybe she should have brought a toothbrush in her purse and brushed her teeth after eating. Did her antiperspirant really keep her odorless? She wanted to wear some fragrance but couldn’t decide on which. It had been so long and she was so uncertain. 

On the way back to the dorm Eric noticed Gomer’s sandals. “Hey,” he suggested, “I have an idea. Lets do a shoot tomorrow with you in those sandals, that is, if you don’t mind. I’ll bring my camera. Are you free at noon?” 

“Yes,” Gomer couldn’t remember if she had a class or not, but she didn’t care. Her wide eyes looked up to Eric with submissive respect and obedience. 

“I’ll bring my camera, OK? We can meet at the patio outside the university cafeteria, if that’s OK by you.” He continued. 

“Yes, yes,” she said. 

“Don’t be late,” he requested, “I have to meet with some clients later.” He smiled. The bait was taken. Now it was only a matter of time. Gomer was fixating on her screen debut. She worried a little about her flabby derriere and thick ankles, but maybe that was “list” this year. She knew so little of the entertainment industry. Her random encounter with Eric launched her into a daydream. 



The Meeting Ch. 2



Three nights after my first Club meeting, my wife was getting ready to go to another meeting. As she got ready, we talked about the past meeting and she told me that two of the other husbands had been invited to this evenings meeting. She said she hoped the other men would get as involved as I had but time would only tell. As she went out the door, she told me to come over in about half an hour. After she closed the door, my mind started wandering and I quickly got ready to go. Finally it was time to leave and I hurriedly went out the door on my way to the club room.

When I arrived, the women were all sitting around talking and there were two men sitting in the corner, watching the women as if they expected a show to start any minute. As I entered the room, all the women came over to welcome me with a kiss and a grope . They all teased me and my cock responded appropriately, rising in my pants. 

I went over to the two men and introduced myself. One of them didn't even look at my face as we shook hands, his eyes riveted to my hard cock straining against the front of my pants. I sat down beside him and started talking to them both. One of them asked what this was all about and I told him to watch and enjoy. I looked at the women and they had started pairing up and were in various stages of making love. Some of them were shedding clothes while others were kissing and fondling each other through their clothes. I looked at the two men and they had a surprised, astonished look on their faces as they watched the women. One of them let out a low whistle and the other just stared, almost not believing what he was watching.

I looked down at their crotches and they both had erections and were squirming in their seats. One of them, still watching the women, leaned over and asked if this happened all the time. I told him that it was only going to get better.

I looked at the women again and they had all stripped and were licking and sucking each other, fingering each other's holes. As I watched the women, I felt a hand on my zipper. I looked down and Jeff, who was sitting beside me, was trying to undo my zipper while he watched the nearest two women. I helped him and soon had a hand wrapped around my now free cock. I looked over at Tom and he had released his hard cock and was gently pumping his hand up and down its length as he watched two women 69 in front of him. Jeff let out a soft moan as he slowly pumped my cock, not taking his eyes off the women. I stopped Jeff and told him that it wasn't fair that his cock was still inside his pants. He quickly let go of my cock and unzipped his pants, revealing a long, hard cock, rising straight out from his groin. I wrapped my hand around it as he grabbed me again and we slowly pumped each other while keeping our eyes on the women.

Among all the groaning that was going on between the women, I heard a voice say, "Look girls, the men are ready for us." All of a sudden, there were female hands on us, pulling at our clothes, trying to strip us as quickly as they could. Of course, it wasn't only their hands they were using as my cock was fed into several mouths as my clothes were taken off. Jeff and Tom were getting the same treatment and soon all three of us were undressed and paraded into the middle of the floor. 

All the women were now sitting on the floor, looking at the three of us, admiring and comparing us as if we were cattle on auction. I felt hands on my cock and my ass as they continued to compare us and they laughed and somewhat argued over whom was going to get fucked by whom and in what order. There were six women and three men so it wasn't hard to figure out what was going to happen.

The two nearest women grabbed me and led me over to a small couch. One of them turned around, offering me her ass hole and I quickly plowed my cock into her. I slowly pumped in and out of her as the other woman moved behind me and started eating my ass hole, licking and sucking. She pushed a finger inside me, making me jump a little but also making me pump in and out of the woman in front of me, faster and harder. Soon we were moaning and the woman in front of me was getting loud, telling me to fuck her harder. I sped up my thrusting and tried to fuck the hell out of the ass hole I was in, soon coming to a giant orgasm, gushing come inside her over and over again. 

As I stopped coming, the woman behind me thrust a strap-on cock inside my ass and started pumping it in and out of me. I leaned forward a little to give her more access and looked around to see what else was happening in the room. I saw Jeff thrusting in and out of a cunt as the women he was fucking was eating my wife, as she sat on the other woman's face. I noticed Tom was on his back, a woman sitting on him, bouncing up and down on his cock as he ate the woman's cunt sitting on his face. I watched the other two men until the cock in my ass overcame me and I concentrated on the feeling of being fucked, closing my eyes, enjoying the hard cock. The woman in front of me, turned around and started to fondle my cock, trying to make it hard again as the other woman continued to fuck me. 

I finally couldn't take any more of the cock in my ass hole and asked the woman to stop. She did slowly stop thrusting into me and pulled the strap-on slowly out of me. I slumped forward, exhausted as my cock found it's way into a mouth. I looked down and the woman was sucking and licking my semi hard cock gently. She stopped after a few minutes and got up to join another group. My wife had gotten up and came over to take the woman's place, starting to suck gently on my cock. I held her head against my groin as she licked and sucked me, while the woman behind me, started to lick and suck my ass hole again. I leaned back and looked around the room again.

This time, I saw Jeff leaning forward as a woman had inserted a dildo inside his ass and was pumping it in and out of him. I saw Tom in a similar position but the woman behind him had another strap-on on and was thrusting hard in and out of his ass hole. What a picture, watching two men, whom I hadn't met until that night, being fucked by women, most of whom they didn't know either. As I watched Jeff, another woman moved in front of him and shook her ass at him. He didn't take long to enter her and was soon matching the pumping dildo with his thrusts. I marveled at the way they had gotten into a similar pumping motion as Jeff fucked and was fucked at the same time. I looked over at Tom and he was bent over the arm of a small couch, getting the fucking of a life time, as the woman fucked him as hard as she could with the strap-on. Another woman was sitting, thrusting a dildo in and out of her cunt as she watched Tom getting fucked. 

Jeff was the first one to give out and I heard him ask the woman fucking him to stop. Soon after, Tom stopped the woman fucking him and everyone sat back and relaxed. Hands continued to massage and fondle genitals as we all sat back and looked around at each other. 

The rest didn't last long as the woman started changing partners and I ended up fucking my wife as another woman sat on her face, thrusting her cunt down onto my wife's mouth. I watched my wife's tongue thrust in and out of the woman's cunt as she licked and sucked on her clit, making the woman groan in approval. I put my wife's legs over my shoulders and started thrusting in and out of her as hard and as fast as I could. I soon came again and held my spurting cock deep inside my wife as she continued eating the woman above her. I slowly withdrew my cock and sat back to watch my wife and the other woman. 

After a few minutes of watching the two women, I looked around the room again. Several of the women had paired up and were being fucked with a strap-on while sucking on cunts above their faces. I saw that Tom and Jeff had paired up to fuck another woman. Jeff was pumping in and out of her cunt as Tom was feeding his hard cock in and out of her mouth, slowly fucking her mouth. I watched the two men as they worked over the woman. Jeff soon started coming and held himself against the woman's groin as he pumped come up inside her. He waited until he had finished coming before pulling his now spent cock out of her. Tom continued to fuck the woman's mouth and moved so he was above her, slowly thrusting up and down, in and out of her mouth. I heard the two of them groan loudly as Tom started filling the woman's mouth with come. I could see her swallowing over and over again as Tom slowly yet gently pumped his spurting cock in and out of her mouth until he was finished. He withdrew his cock from her mouth and sat down, letting out a deep sigh as he did. Jeff had sat on the floor, leaning against the couch. He had a bemused grin on his face as he looked around the room. 

All the people in the room were spent now and as we sat, relaxing, some of the women gently fondled each other and murmured lovingly to each other. Other's just sat, looking around the room with glassy eyes, taking in all the people who were there. 

After what seemed like an eternity, two women got up and went into the bathroom, emerging with towels. They went around the room, gently and not so gently, cleaning cocks and ass holes as they went. My cock responded when I felt the wet towel around it. The woman wiping it off noticed it respond too and giggled as she continued. She took the towel away and leaned over, engulfing my cock in her mouth. She dropped the towel and got on her knees in front of me. She started working on my cock, licking and sucking up and down it's length. She was soon pumping up and down on my hard cock, swirling her tongue around its head and sucking it deep into her mouth. I looked over her shoulder and was amazed but not surprised at what I saw.

I noticed a lot of the women had paired up again and were working over each other but a few were watching Tom and Jeff. Tom was sitting on the edge of the couch with Jeff standing in front of him, holding his head as he pumped his hard cock in and out of Tom's mouth. I watched Tom's mouth suck Jeff's cock in and out and could see his tongue swirling around the head of Jeff's cock. Jeff had his head thrown back and was slowly pumping Tom's mouth. Tom took the hard cock out of his mouth and I heard him tell Jeff to come in his mouth. This seemed to spur Jeff on as he started to pump in and out of Tom's mouth a little faster. He had hold of Tom's head and was fucking Tom's mouth, thrusting his hips back and forth. One of the women sitting nearest Jeff was caressing his ass as he fucked Tom but Jeff didn't seem to notice. He was grunting and groaning, telling Tom he was coming and to swallow it all. Jeff froze as he came in Tom's mouth and I could see Tom swallowing as Jeff spurted come into him. 

Tom continued sucking on Jeff's cock until Jeff was finished coming and then gently took Jeff's cock out of his mouth, licking it a final time to get all the come off it. 

He quickly stood up and thrust his come covered tongue into Jeff's mouth, letting Jeff suck on it, tasting himself as he sucked. They continued kissing for a few minutes and then Jeff stood back and told Tom he wanted to fuck him. Tom quickly got over the arm of the couch and I came as Jeff slowly pushed his hard cock up Tom's ass. He waited for Tom a few times, letting him get used to his cock, until he was all the way inside him. Once he was, he started to slowly pump in and out of Tom's ass. As I finished filling the woman's mouth in front of me, I quickly looked around the room and most of the other women were watching to two men fuck.

I looked back over at the two men and Jeff was pumping in and out of Tom faster now. They were in a world of their own as they fucked, groaning and moaning as Jeff filled Tom's hole up with his cock. Jeff was telling Tom that he was going to fill his ass up with come and Tom's was telling Jeff to fuck him harder as the two men continued. I quickly looked around the room again and now all the women were watching the two men fuck. 

It was very erotic listening to the two men enjoy each other and to see the women watching, almost in awe, as the two men fucked. I felt a slight stirring in my bowel as I watched the two men and having never had a real cock up my ass, I was a little envious of Tom as Jeff fucked him. 

Soon Jeff started coming in Tom's ass and let out a loud grunt as he did. He continued pumping in and out of Tom and I could see his come, slowly oozing out of Tom. He finally held his groin against Tom's ass as he finished spurting his come deep inside Tom. 

As the two men parted, a woman sitting close to them, immediately leaped up and started to lick Tom's ass, sucking up Jeff's come as it oozed out of Tom. Another woman moved over to wipe Jeff off and gently suck his cock into her mouth. They continued for a few minutes and then all of them settled down to relax. Jeff had a big grin on his face and Tom was a little embarrassed as he sat down on the couch, looking around the room at all the woman. Several of them were smiling and a couple of them were clapping, telling the men that they had enjoyed watching them. The two men were lapping up all the attention as they sat spent on the couch and the floor.

It was the first time I had seen two men make love. I found it very erotic and I wondered if I could feel the same as Jeff and Tom had. I decided that I wanted to find out and after letting the women settle down, I told Tom and Jeff that I had enjoyed watching them and that I wanted to feel both their cocks up my ass before the night was over. 

A couple of the women joined in and said that they wanted to see me get fucked by the two men too. One of the women was my wife and she came over to me, a big grin on her face and she kissed me deeply while reaching for my cock. She whispered in my ear that she loved me very much and was looking forward to seeing a hard cock thrusting in and out of my ass. My cock came to attention when she told me that and I looked over at Jeff. He was still spent from fucking Tom but he grinned and said that he would fuck me as soon as he could. I looked at Tom and he was staring at my hard cock. He motioned with his head for me to come over to him and I stood up, walking across the room towards the couch the men were sitting on. My erection swayed as I walked and a couple of the women giggled as I neared the couch.

I stopped in front of Jeff and he reached up, taking my cock in his hand. He leaned forward and took my cock into his mouth, gently licking up and down it while his other hand fondled my balls gently. He held my balls in his hand as he licked and sucked on my cock. I noticed, out of the corner of my eye, Tom getting up and I felt his hand on my ass. He tried to push me down a little as he spread my cheeks, fingering my ass hole. He pushed a finger inside me and started pumping it in and out of me as Jeff sucked my cock deep into his mouth. The feeling was tremendous and I moved over Jeff a little, making him lean back on the couch so I could bend over, giving Tom access to my ass. Tom started finger fucking my ass faster, thrusting in and out of me. 

The position we were in was a little awkward so I pulled my cock out of Jeff's mouth and had him get onto his back on the floor. I straddled his body on my hands and knees and leaned down over Jeff's mouth, pushing my cock back inside him. I thrust my ass up in the air a little and Tom moved in between my legs, pushing his hard cock against my ass hole. I felt the head of his cock enter my ass and felt him slowly pushing it deep up my hole. Soon he was all the way into me and I could feel his balls resting against my as he held his cock still inside me. He rested in that position for an instance and then slowly started withdrawing his cock out of me again. He pulled out of me until only the head of his cock was inside me, then thrust it all the way back into me again. What a feeling to have a cock deep inside me, to feel it twitching and moving, caressing the walls of my anus. I wanted to feel it thrusting in and out of me so I turned my head and told Tom to fuck me and to fuck me harder.

He started thrusting in and out of me, slowly at first and then harder and faster. Every time he thrust completely into me, I felt his balls slap my ass. I started talking to him, telling him to fuck me harder and faster and he did, thrusting in and out of me as hard as he could. I couldn't see the women sitting around us but I could hear a few of them telling Tom to fuck me hard. I could feel the come starting to swell in my cock. I gasped at Jeff that I was coming. He took my cock as deep into his mouth as he could and I started spurting come into him. He swallowed as best he could without gagging and didn't miss a drop as I came over and over again inside him. Tom continued to pound in and out of my ass as I came and it was a feeling I had never had before. Coming in someone's mouth and getting fucked at the same time. I finished coming in Jeff's mouth but I wanted to feel Tom's come spurt up my ass hole.

Jeff took my cock out of his mouth and moved out from under me. This gave me the freedom to lean further down, raising my ass up in the air more so Tom could really fuck me hard. It felt so good to have a hard cock thrusting in and out of me. It was a different feeling then having a strap-on cock inside me and I was enjoying the experience tremendously. 

Tom was really grunting now as he continued to pound my ass. I could feel his cock twitching as it rubbed the insides of my bowels. I was in the throes of coming again as I felt Tom starting to come. He pounded in and out of me several more times before giving out a loud grunt as he started to spurt his come up my ass hole. I could feel the warmth of his come as he spurted over and over again and I could feel some of it, oozing out of my ass, running down my legs. He finally stopped thrusting and held his cock as deep inside my ass as he could. He waited until he had finished and then slowly started to withdraw his cock from my ass. When he finally popped out of me, he took a couple of steps back and Jeff moved in between my legs, leaning against me, holding me down in position, as he thrust his hips forward, entering me with his hard cock.

Jeff's cock was bigger than Tom's and I immediately felt the difference. Jeff started to thrust in and out of me quickly and I could feel his cock rubbing against the walls of my canal as he thrust in and out. He didn't waste any time in pounding in and out of me and he grunted every time he thrust fully into me. His balls slapped my ass louder that Tom's had and his thrusts were more even and consistent. He moved up over me, straddling my ass, his legs on either side of me. He started thrusting harder but the angle had changed so he was thrusting more up and down than before. I could feel his breath against my back as he pounded into me. He was panting a little and could feel the sweat dripping on my back. He continued to pound into my ass until he finally came with a loud groan and again I felt warm come, spurting up inside me. 

He pumped his cock in and out of me a few more times and then held himself against my ass as he came fully inside me. His come started oozing out of my ass too and again I felt it running down my legs as he finished. He slowly withdrew his cock and I fell forward, gasping for air as the two men had completely fucked me and had worn me out. 

After a few minutes rest, I turned around and looked around the room. Tom and Jeff were sitting on the couch, grinning at me and most of the women were looking at me, smiling and grinning at me, as I looked around. It had been the most exciting sexual experience I had ever had and I wanted it to last. I rested for a long time and watched the women. Tom and Jeff didn't move either but sat with satisfied looks on their faces, also watching the women. 




The Meeting Ch. 2



The women seemed to be spurred on by the show we had put on and I watched cunts and ass holes getting fucked with fingers, dildos and strap-ons. I knew I was done for the night and I think Tom and Jeff felt the same way too. We watched the women finish fucking and the meeting seemed to be over. We all got dressed, said our good-byes and I went home to a hot shower, feeling a little sore but totally satisfied. My wife couldn't stop grinning at me and when we went to bed, she told me that watching me get fucked by Tom and Jeff was the most exciting thing she had seen in her life. I went to sleep quickly that night, dreaming about the night and also, hopefully, of nights to come.

The next day, my wife told me that some of the other women had mentioned to her that they had really enjoyed the meeting the night before and were looking forward to the next one, a few days from then. She also said that all the husbands would be in attendance and that I could possibly feel a number of cocks inside me and hoped I was looking forward to it. I told her I was and kissed her with renewed passion. 

I will write the next chapter after the next meeting but I hoped you all enjoyed this experience as much as I have. This is a true story and I will keep writing as long as the club keeps meeting. Let me know what you think of my stories.



The Meeting Ch. 2



Eventually he rolls off of her onto his back, he smiles happily at her as she makes her way to the bathroom. Inside she looks at her flushed face in the mirror feeling a little better now that the first coupling is out of the way, decides it is time to give him some of the special treatment he has given her.

He is still lying on his back, relieved that he has given her the pleasure he has been promising her for so long. First time nerves now over, he anticipates what will happen next.

She approaches from the end of the bed and kneels between his legs, he asks her if she is alright, she answers with a sultry smile. Placing her hands on his thighs she bends her head and tentatively begins to lick his scrotum, he groans and parts his legs, signalling to her that he finds this a pleasure. Her hands begin to massage the tops of his thighs her forehead brushing against his stirring penis her tongue continuing to tease him. She places a hand under his balls and takes each one into her mouth and sucks them tenderly, his hand gently stroking her hair to give encouragement. He is hardening rapidly, she takes him in one hand and strokes him to full hardness enjoying the sound of his soft groans.

Her tongue now traces a path along his balls to the base of his penis, stroking him still her tongue follows her hand licking up and down his shaft. She reaches his swollen head and takes her hand away letting her tongue do all the work licking up and down his shaft, then around his head, teasing until he strains his hips upwards, his cock seeming to beg for the feeling of her lips. Once again she takes him in hand and gives him what he wants....her lips enclosing his head, tasting him for the first time. She sucks gently, her tongue swirling round and round, her tongue darting in and out his hole, his breathing getting faster she asks him if he would like to come in her mouth. 

He would like this very much he decides, but wants her to feel pleasure too, so he silently shakes his head.

She kneels up and at looks at him, her hands move over his belly then onward to his chest. Her thumbs brushing his nipples. She turns around now, opens her thighs, straddles his, and slowly backs towards him until she can feel his hot hardness against her arse. Taking him in her hand she guides him toward her, slowly lowering herself inch by inch, savouring the feeling of having him inside her again. She leans forward and holding his ankles she begins to slowly rock back and forth, enjoying the sensation of him she begins to rotate her hips varying the speed and tempo. 

His hands knead her arse urging her on , until he knows he will not be able to contain himself for much longer. His hands lift her from him and with a swift movement he pushes her forward on the bed, on her hands and knees she pushes her arse back invitingly. He drinks in the sight of her taking a few moments to stroke her arse, reaching a hand under to feel her wetness and swollen clitoris, judging that he can soon give her another orgasm. He leans down, and licks and kisses her tempting rear causing her to sigh and moan, this giving him increased pleasure of his own.

He parts her thighs further, edging his way forward, cock in his hand he places a hand under her belly and pulling her quickly back towards him he thrusts into her, she crying out with shock and ecstasy he lets out a groan of his own. Taking her hips in his hands he pumps her, harder and faster now , she pushing back to meet him, the urgency building inside her. "Oh fuck how good it feels!" She thinks to herself . He places a hand on her back and forces her head to the pillow bringing her arse up higher. He reaches under her and finding her clitoris furiously begins to rub , her moans getting louder and faster now saying "fuck me, fuck me" under her breath, this in turn making him pump harder, feeling the spunk surging from his balls.

He screams "Now!!" at her, the sound of this triggers her orgasm, the waves begin to wash over her, she screams his name, pushing back, grinding her hips, his finger frigging her hard, his balls slapping against her, screaming she comes, and comes, and comes, a never ending succession of contractions, the suction draining every last drop of hot come from his throbbing cock. As their orgasms begin to subside still he moves within her feeling every last nerve- tingling sensation...wondering, will they meet again?