2 comments/ 12788 views/ 6 favorites Alice Screams Ch. 01 By: The_Technician = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = What happens when an avatar based on you is connected to your dreams.... and to your reality. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alice awoke screaming, her naked body drenched in sweat. Since the nightmares began she had abandoned pajamas or nighties or even panties. The nightmares were bad. Waking up sweaty and clammy was worse. Bolting to the bathroom barely in time to throw up was even more so. But since the nightmares happened almost every night, Alice had grown almost used to her nightly run to the toilet and the spasms as her stomach emptied. What she could not grow used to, however, was having to struggle to remove clothing stuck to her body with her own sweat and urine and splashed vomit. That, as a nightly task, was just too much to endure. It was by far easier to sleep naked and then just kneel on the floor of the bathroom naked puking into the toilet. At least when she was done heaving her guts out, she could stand up and immediately step into the shower and begin to wash away the sweat and stink before returning to her bed and hopefully getting at least a few hours of true sleep. Tonight had been particularly bad. The nightmare had begun as it always did with strange, alien creatures dragging her down a hallway. But tonight the torture was different... and more severe. Tonight, Alice had dreamed that she was suspended upside down by her ankles in a large metal room. The ropes that held her tight stretched upward and downward into the corners of the room so that she hung diagonally across its center. In the dim light, she could see that her hands were tied to eyebolts welded to the floor at the corners of the room. What held her ankles in the upper corners was lost in the darkness. Unseen hands reached forward with long arrow-shaped probes and touched her - or almost touched her. Each time a probe appeared a spark - a lighting bolt? - jumped from the probe to her body. She twisted and jerked and screamed and then screamed and screamed again as the electricity repeatedly tore through her. Suddenly she was awake. It wasn't that she came slowly awake or even rapidly woke up. One moment she was twisting and screaming in agony, the next she was bolt upright in her bed screaming in terror. As soon as she realized that she was back in her own bed, Alice started running for the bathroom. She was not yet retching, but she knew it would soon come. Her only thought as she ran was that if she could make it to the bathroom before she threw up, at least she wouldn't have to spend additional time on her hands and knees wiping up vomit from the floor She made it to the bathroom and slid to a stop on her knees in front of the toilet. The spasms came immediately and she began to throw up in the bowl. She hated throwing up. She had always hated throwing up, even as a small child. For her, the spasms and forceful retching were almost as bad as the nightmares, and they were just as uncontrollable. Tonight even the vomiting was especially bad with strong spasms seeming to come from deep within her. Each spasm brought a stab of pain that felt like razors were passing through her entire body. As she continued to retch into the toilet bowl, she felt her bladder empty from the force of the spasms in her abdomen. Warm urine splatted against her ankles. "So much for not having to clean the floor," she thought as the spasms gradually subsided and she was finally able to slowly lower herself backwards to rest her haunches on her ankles and her head on the cool porcelain. Yes, she had seen doctors... and therapists... and psychiatrists. They all said that there was "nothing physically wrong with her," which is a polite doctor way of saying she was going nuts. After the spasms had finally come to an end, Alice got up from the floor and stepped into the shower. She didn't bother waiting for the water to warm up. The blast of cold water brought her totally awake and was as cleansing to her mind as the later warm water and soap would be to her body. After the shower warmed, she lathered her body and rinsed away the residue of her copious sweating. Then she shampooed her hair. Her friends often complemented her on her new, short hairdo. She didn't bother trying to explain that not only was it easier to take care of, it was much easier to remove the sweat from each night. She stood under the stream of water rinsing her body and letting the warm water relax her until the hot water ran out and the stream finally began to turn cold. She then emerged from the shower stall and stood for a few minutes drying herself with her last fresh towel before dropping it to the floor and wiping up the yellow liquid by rubbing it across the tiles with her foot. "Oh crap," she said aloud. "If this is my last towel, then I'm probably out of fresh sheets also." She was. So instead of changing the bed and going back to sleep, she gathered up the sheets from the bed and from the hamper in the bedroom and put them in the washing machine. The towels that she had gathered from the bathroom hamper were left in a pile on the floor in front of the utility closet that held the washer and dryer. They could wash while the sheets were drying, but it would still be at least an hour before Alice could go back to bed. Remaining nude, she wandered over to her computer and brought up her web browser. Hoping that someone, somewhere in the world suffered from the same problems that she did and had put something on the internet - or perhaps that some doctor somewhere described what she was experiencing as symptomatic of some disease, she typed the words, "nightmare, torture, electricity, screams" into the search engine. She hit enter and then switched over to her mail program to log into her account - or at least she thought she did. What she actually did was hit the shift key instead of the enter key and then completely miss the special email key. The email program hadn't opened and she had never started her search, so when Alice - without looking at the screen - began to sign in to her email account, what she actually did was add "Alice321" to the search engine string along with her other key words. When she hit the enter key, thinking that it would move her to the password field in the email program, she finally started the search. She glanced up before she entered her password and saw that it wasn't the sign in screen she had expected. In fact, it wasn't a sign in screen at all. It was search results. She vehemently said "Shit!" hit enter, and once again attempted to open her email program. Her hands must not have been seated properly on the keyboard because for a second time she missed the key for the email program and when she hit enter - again, without looking at the screen - what she actually did was to select the first item in the search list. A pop-up window from that site appeared on her computer asking for her screen name and password. Alice finally looked up at what was on her screen. This screen looked different than her normal email sign in, but she had often complained that they kept changing that page just to force her to look at the ads before she signed in. Thinking she had, at last, gotten to email, she typed her sign in name, "Alice321" and her password, which was her cell phone number. Her almost boyfriend, Alex, had suggested she use that as her password. "After all," he said, "it is easy to remember and it isn't really listed anywhere that most people could find it." A new tab opened in her browser that said in big bold letters, "Welcome to the Member's Section of Torturing Alice. Tonight Alice endures a special electrical torture in the steel room." Alice was now wide awake and staring at her screen. Her mouth was wide open and she gasped as her name in bright pink letters burned into her mind. Even more shocking to her than her name was the image of herself just below it in the center of the screen hanging upside down and naked in a large steel cube. When she looked a little closer, she could see that it wasn't a picture, but a computer depiction of her - an avatar - accurate down to the little dolphin tattoo just to the left of her vagina that she had gotten to hide a small birthmark. "God damn you Alex," she screamed at the screen. "God damn you to the deepest hell that exists and four more levels beyond that." Alex was much more than just a friend, but still less than a true boyfriend. He had talked her into "posing" for an avatar to be used on a web-based game of some sort, but he had never told her the nature of the game. He promised her that it was just a one day process and it would pay her $5,000. He said it was the easiest money she would ever make. Nothing is that easy, but it wasn't bad. For most of the day she walked around and danced wearing a skin-tight full-body leotard that had strange reflective dots all over it. Alex said that was to "capture her movement patterns." Then she had to go through a nude laser scan totally relaxed so they could make "an electronic mold of her body." That she didn't like - not only because she had to shave off ALL body hair for the scan, but also because, after several attempts, Alex said that she was still moving too much and they would have to sedate her. He assured her that it was just a "harmless, low-level sedative" injected in her neck muscle near the back of her skull. It was relatively painless, but it put her out completely for quite a while. The only problem or side effect was that the injection site itched for a week afterwards. The avatar hanging in the steel box on the screen was obviously the result of that work. Beneath her image was a small sign which said, "Alice is currently off line. To view a recording of Alice's last session, click here." Alice clicked and as soon as the video began to play she swore out loud, "Alex, you God-damned son of a bitch!" She was watching her nightmare. Two lizard-like alien creatures were dragging her screaming down a hallway. She was begging, "No, please... please, not again. I will do anything you say. I will do anything for you. Just don't put me in the steel cell." The one lizard laughed deeply and then said, in a voice that sounded distinctly like Alex's, but much lower, "I don't care what you want, Alice. We have paying customers waiting for you." They continued down the hallway and stopped in front of a huge metal door with a large wheel on it like you would find on a bank vault or a hatch on a navy ship. They spun the wheel to open the heavy door and dragged Alice into the center of the room. The lizard then looked directly into the screen and said, "OK, what is your choice? Do WE tear her clothes off her or does someone want to use some of YOUR credits to make her get naked?" The computer Alice looked terrified and cowered between the two lizards. Suddenly a strange glowing wand that looked the baton a symphony conductor would use to direct the musicians appeared in the air and a strange electronic voice said, "Strip Bitch!" The baton floated over to Alice and a spark arced from the tip of the baton to her arm. The avatar screamed as the voltage coursed through her body. The baton moved closer and arced again. A slightly different electronic voice said, "We said, 'Strip Bitch!'" Computer Alice screamed once again and rapidly began to take off her dress. Beneath the dress she was wearing a flimsy bra and very brief thong panties. A third electronic voice screamed, "All the way, Bitch!" and the baton again shot an arc of electricity through her body. This time directly through her right breast. Computer Alice hesitated slightly and a fourth voice, this one vaguely familiar, screamed, "Now Bitch!" Alice joined Computer Alice in a scream as the baton touched the front of her panties and the electricity arced through her cunt. "I felt that!" Alice screamed out loud as she watched the screen. "I felt that!" Computer Alice was now naked, and the two lizard things reached down and grabbed her by the ankles. With impossible strength they pushed her backwards and lifted up by her ankles so that Computer Alice was suddenly hanging suspended in the air between the two lizards. Each lizard reached above them and grabbed a rope that was suspended from the corner of the ceiling. They quickly wrapped multiple loops of the rope around Computer Alice's ankles and tied off the ends of the rope. The lizards then picked up similar ropes that were attached to the corners of the floor and, pulling her arms very tight, secured her arms. Computer Alice was now hanging in a giant naked X suspended in the very center of the room. One of the Lizards again turned to the screen and said, "Let the games begin. Remember, a whip is ten credits, a flogger is fifteen, and the electric prod is fifty. You can play as long as you have credits. Your names should appear in the cue on the screen as you wait your turn. Seattle387, you are first in line." A small whip suddenly appeared in the air and swung toward Computer Alice. It struck repeatedly across the back and inside of her legs working its way slowly toward the center of the X. Computer Alice screamed with each blow. As the whip left a trail of welts leading slowly toward her cunt, she began screaming continuously in terror. Alice - the real Alice - stifled her screams, but she could feel each blow as it struck. Suddenly she screamed out loud and fell back in a faint against her chair. The whip had reached the center of the X and the pain which tore through her most tender area was greater than her mind could stand. She slowly came to and groggily watched the screen as the lizard suddenly re-appeared and announced, "Seatle387, your score was 9300. Impressive for just using the whip. Chicago691, you are up." Computer Alice hung limp in her ropes, but the other lizard walked into the image carrying what appeared to be a bucked of water. He threw it over Computer Alice and suddenly all her welts and bruises disappeared as she thrashed against her bonds, wide awake and terrified. Real Alice felt the ice cold flash as the water drenched Computer Alice. She also noticed that she was once again drenched in sweat. A baton appeared on the screen, but before it could strike, Alice closed the video. She picked up her cell phone from the desk and, in a shaky voice, gave the command, "Call Alex." Twice the ring timed out into Alex's voice mail, but on the third try, a very sleepy Alex answered with, "Alice, what is going on. It is 3:00 o'clock in the morning." Alice began very calmly and slowly, "Alex, we need to talk – now! I am looking at myself on a website called, 'Alice Screams' and I need to know who the hell you sold my avatar to and why I can see and feel what is happening on that website in my dreams !!!" Alice's voice had become shriller and louder as she finished her sentence. Hearing the near hysteria in her voice, Alex said simply, "I'll be right over." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END CHAPTER ONE OF SIX Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alice Screams Ch. 02 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = How do you tell your girlfriend that she is an interactive part of a computer BDSM torture site? And how do you keep her from going to the police? = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alex set his cell phone down on his desk and brought the four computer monitors in his desk arrangement to life. One was a permanent monitor of his "Screams" websites and showed traffic, income, etc; the second monitored the more traditional porn sites that he maintained for various clients, the third was a control computer used solely to update the sites; and the fourth was his personal computer on which he did all the programming and testing. The computers were on a satellite link. Each computer had a separate IP and none, except his personal unit, was traceable to this location. "How he hell did she log onto the 'Alice Screams' site?" he muttered to himself. His eyes jumped from screen to screen trying to figure out what to do. He could see that she was logged on using his control sign-in and password. It was different for each site, but was always the email logon he had helpfully given each girl. "Stupid to use their own names on their sites," he muttered to himself, and then added, "but that can't be changed right now." He ran his fingers through his hair and exhaled heavily. This was very bad. Somehow she saw herself and she knew what he had done. His hands hovered over his keyboard waiting for his mind to give instruction to his fingers. Suddenly he shouted, "It can all be changed! I can make it go away!" He remembered the basic program outline. The programs call up the avatar and insert it as needed. All he had to do was change the avatar specifications in the avatar folders. Even the "videos" just recreated the flow of the site and called up the avatars as needed. The entire site didn't have to change, only the avatar had to change. He still had some major modifications to do to all of his sites, but for now, a temporary solution was at hand. He renamed the entire sub-directory that was Alice to DONT_USE. And that dark haired blond that wasn't on line yet - Beverly - her sub-directory he changed to Alice123. It was as simple as that. Alex quickly downloaded the changes to the servers and watched on the monitor as Computer Alice morphed into Computer Beverly. Now he had to get over to Alice's and learn how she had found out about the site and why she was so hysterical. He had known that she might get mad if she found out her avatar was on a porn site, but this was way beyond that. He was still certain that she had not discovered he had implanted her or that the implant connected her subconscious emotional responses to the avatar on the website to give totally realistic life-like responses. She couldn't even suspect such an interactive implant because such technology did not exist - at least it did not exist on earth. And it would not exist on his websites if he had not cloned the technology when the lizard people asked for his assistance. A few minutes later, Alex was knocking on Alice's door. She opened the door wearing what she had been wearing since she woke up from her nightmare, which was exactly nothing. Her body was still glistening with sweat and she smelled of fear, but she didn't care. She pounded both fists on Alex's chest and screamed, "What the hell did you do to me, Alex?! Why are my nightmares on a pornographic website? And why is one of the monsters that tortures me using your voice?" "Alice, I can explain. You aren't going to believe this, but I can explain. It wasn't supposed to happen this way. The connection was supposed to be one way and only while you were asleep. You were never supposed to be aware of any of this. I would never do this to you intentionally, and besides, I really didn't have a choice anyway. The Coughmex..." Alex's rapid and rambling explanation stopped suddenly as Alice slapped him hard across the face and then kicked him swiftly in the balls. He dropped in the doorway groaning and gasping. "What do you mean, you had no choice?!" screamed Alice. You asked me to pose for that avatar. You set me up. That was your choice! I am going to call the police and you can explain it to them." Alex recovered slightly and gasped out. "I've changed the site. You can't prove anything." Alice glared down at him with her phone in her hand. Alex continued, "There is no way to absolutely connect me to the site. Besides, what happens on those sites isn't possible. The police will think you're nuts. Please don't make that call. It will only make it worse for you. Please let me explain." Alice now stood trembling above Alex as he lay prone in her doorway. She was standing directly over his head and as he looked up he was looking straight into her still-shaved slit. "You kept it shaved," he said and immediately regretted his words as Alice's foot stomped down on his stomach. "Please, tell me what has happened to you and let me explain," Alex managed to grunt out as he struggled to get to his feet. "Maybe I can help you." Alice turned and walked back into her apartment. "Get your ass in here. You have five minutes and then I am calling the police." Alex pulled himself to his feet, pulled the door closed behind him and staggered to the table where Alice sat. "Could you put something on?" he asked. It's kind of hard to talk to you while you are sitting there naked." "The whole world has seen me naked because of you," she replied coldly. "Deal with it." "OK. It all started when I put out an internet spam-bot to promote my avatar creation business. A couple of my friends are part of a hacker group and I gave them a few avatars in payment for an ad that would travel the net and pop up on likely sites. It said I had the best avatars in the universe. I used an avatar-style image of you as an example on the ad. There was no way that I could have known that the Coughmex were monitoring the net." "The WHO?" interjected Alice. "The Coughmex..." sputtered Alex. "... the lizard guys. At least Coughmex is as close as I can come to saying what it is that they call themselves. Anyway, they were passing by and saw the ad and stopped in to see me." "Passing by? Two lizard guys just drove down your street and stopped and said hello?" "They were passing by earth, and they beamed down here or whatever. They said they were lonely in space and their computer generated... uh... companions... wouldn't work because they were too far away from their home planet. They explained how certain Coughmex were implanted with a transponder that enabled them to interact with computer programs. In effect, their emotional and physical responses guided the avatar. It all happens at a subconscious level and only while you are asleep so you never know what is happening - or at least that is the way it is supposed to work." "And you implanted me! You rotten no good pile of shit!!!" Alex ducked under the table and yelled out, "Like I said. I didn't have a choice. They specifically wanted you. They gave me a ton of gold for expenses and furnished the designs for the equipment and the transponders. I created the websites with a few enhancements from their technology. There are currently 22 avatars - different sizes, colors and genders. They are spread out around the world so that some of them are always asleep at any given time. No one else has reported any of the problems that you have." "So take this out of me and take me out of your porn playhouse." "I can't." "What do you mean you can't." "The Coughmex specifically requested you. If I take you off the site permanently, they will come back here and.... and..." "What, kill you? I'd gladly help them annihilate you!" "No, not me. They said they would destroy the earth if I didn't help them." Alice suddenly found herself running back into the bathroom to throw up. When she came back into the kitchen, Alex was seated at the table. He pushed a cup of tea across the table toward her and said softly, "I put your sheets in the dryer and your towels in the wash machine. If you want to call the police, go ahead. They will put both of us in the looney bin and the Coughmex will come back and wipe out our solar system." Alice sneered as she replied sarcastically, "Now it isn't just the earth. It is the whole solar system. What kind of bullshit are your trying on me." "They said something about accelerating our sun or whatever. In any case, it will blow up and the earth and everything else will be gone." Something in Alex's tone of voice or the way he sat slumped in his chair caused Alice to stop. "Son of a bitch, you are actually telling the truth, aren't you?" Alex nodded weakly as Alice sat down across the table from him. "OK. You had to do it to me. What about the other 21 people? Why them?" "Actually, I had to do it to you and another nine people. The Coughmex had me supervise the construction of the avatar mapping equipment and the implants. It wasn't like a couple of lizards could just walk into the local electronics shop and pick up what they needed. They were actually the ones running the equipment when you came to my studio. When they left, they destroyed the original equipment and technical drawings and told me to keep the avatars online for at least three galoogs, whatever the hell that is. When I asked, they told me it was about 5 of our years." "What they didn't know is that I had duplicated all the technical stuff and had multiple copies made of all of the equipment. I was able to create an extra dozen or so transponders besides the ones I made for them. So, so after the lizards left, I recruited 12 more avatars. There are 22 separate websites. They are all by invitation only and very expensive to buy into. I have become a very rich man." "And I have become a torture slave!" screamed Alice. "Fix it, or Coughmex or no Coughmex I will kill you with my bare hands." "Some of the sites are pleasure sites, I could switch you over to one of them." "What do you mean, 'a pleasure site." "Our emotional responses to pleasure and pain seem to be the same to the Coughmex. They weren't sure which they preferred and had me set up both pain and pleasure sites. You've seen the pain site. On the pleasure sites, the controllers control penises, hands, or whatever and bring the avatar to orgasm. Those sites don't make as much money, but it would keep you on the air so the Coughmex wouldn't come back." "What would it be like?" "I could show you. It would just be a matter of changing the avatar on a site to you." Alice took at deep breath. "OK, lets try this, but it had better work." Alex went over to Alice's computer. It was still up on the Alice Screams site, but the avatar was now a dark-haired blond. He opened a new window and logged into his control site. After pulling up the master for 'Melinda Moans' he copied it into his test area and renamed it to 'Alice Moans.' After tweaking some of the internal programming and copying addition files from the original Alice123 avatar area, he activated the website. "You might want to lie down. I really don't know how this is going to affect you." Alice walked into her bedroom and lay down on her bare mattress. She tried to close her eyes and relax, but she could not block the sound of the lizard men out of her head as they explained the game and called for competitors. Alex must have realized her discomfort because he turned the volume down on the computer, but all that happened was that the voices moved from the other room to inside her head. "Remember," said Alex's lizard voice, "high score receives a month's free unlimited credits. Point totals depend on length, intensity, and number of orgasms you can create in your allotted time. Cincinnati900, you are first tonight. " Alice could now feel someone's hand caressing her side and moving toward her breasts. Her nipples stiffened as they were tweaked and slightly stretched outward. Despite the fact that she was lying on her back, she could feel hands softly rub her buttocks and the back of her thighs. Her legs fell slightly open as the hands moved to her front and teased the top of her slit, circling slightly inward toward her clit. They were gentle, but at the same time with just enough pressure to draw her up the slope of sexual excitement. She could feel herself growing extremely wet. The hands moved once again to her breasts while at the same time she could feel slight pressure against her inner thighs as if a feather-light body was positioning itself between her legs. Then came the distinctive feel of the head of a penis centering itself on her. The penis slid easily into her and began increasing in size until it just filled her. It wasn't overly stretching like some men were, nor was it loose within her like others often were. It was as if it were molded to her size. The hands began to stoke and pluck and tease her breasts and nipples while the penis began to thrust slowly in and out of her cunt. Alice began to gasp and moan as she rode the pleasures higher and higher and higher until suddenly she climaxed with a loud wailing cry. She lay spent upon the mattress. The hands were still there. So was another sensation. She was being cuddled. There was no pressure of another body upon her, but she could distinctly feel the reassuring arms and the closeness of a body pressed up to hers. She knew she should run to the bathroom before the nausea hit, but she couldn't bring herself to leave the blissful cocoon that now enveloped her. Finally everything slowly faded away. She was not nauseous. She wasn't drained. She was... content. As she opened her eyes, she could see Alex standing above her. "I increased the post-coital cuddle time to maximum," he reported. Then he asked, "So? Do you think that you can endure this?" "How many times a night?" "That will vary," answered Alex, but I could put a limiter in the script. The lowest I can set it is three. That is controlled by a part of the program written by the Coughmex and I'm not sure what would happen if I mess with it too much." Alice stared intently into Alex's eyes, reading his thoughts and emotions as she spelled out her terms. "I'll do it. But at the end of the three gulogs or whatever they are, this thing comes out of me. And you have to check with all of your other avatars to see if any of them have been going through what I have. And..." Alice smiled at Alex in a way that caused a chill to flow from the center of his chest to the pit of his stomach. "I get one-half of all of your profits." Alex smiled back at Alice. His smile was genuine. Things were going to work out. "You will soon be a very rich woman." Alice's only answer was a very cold and curt, "Leave." He did. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END CHAPTER TWO OF SIX Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alice Screams Ch. 03 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alex sets up a new website where the avatars become puppet slaves for the players, but a strange visitor to the site changes everything. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alice surprised herself at how rapidly she was able to adjust to her new situation in life now that she was no longer being tortured nightly and had some idea of what was happening to her. One plus was that she was able to quit her job and live very well on her share of the website revenues. She also slept relatively well. Some nights she would be aware of all of the attention that her avatar body was receiving, but most nights she would sleep soundly and wake up with a satisfied afterglow that could come only from a night of fabulous sex. One drawback, if you could call it that, was that "normal sex," if there was such a thing, became a little tricky. Alice could not stay overnight and had to be sure that she did not fall asleep afterwards. One young man, with whom she had fallen asleep, told her the next morning that she was fantastic and amazing, but that another night like that would kill him. Another time she had fallen asleep at a neighbor's house while watching a chick flick with a couple of her female friends. Two of the four women began avoiding her after that and turned very red whenever they looked at her. The neighbor kept calling and asking if she would like to "come over for the evening." The fourth told her over coffee that Alice had totally changed her mind about girl on girl sex. Alice, for her part, could remember the night only as soaring from orgasm to orgasm through a foggy haze of pleasure. Recently, however, Alice again began to experience occasional nights that were nearly as bad as it had been on the Alice Screams website - only different. She would dream that she were in combat with other avatars or that other avatars were hunting her down to rape her or beat her or even kill her. She began to press Alex to remove her from the websites. But he kept saying that if he had been correct about the length of time that the Coughmex wanted the sites on line she could safely have the implant removed in another few months and "retire" to a life of leisure, pleasure, and good dreamless sleep. Alice asked him directly if there were other websites. He promised her there were not, but Alice held no illusions about what he would or would not do to her. Something had changed and Alice knew that Alex was probably responsible. She began searching the web for anything that might be a new website from him. She even hired several hackers to look for her avatar anywhere on the web. As they began reporting back to her, she was surprised to learn how widespread images of her had become. There were screen shots, stills and crude video captures all over the internet. One of her hackers asked her if she knew why none of the capture programs could accurately capture high quality videos from the "Alice Moans" website. She didn't know. Another hacker suggested quite graphically that he had the equipment that could make her moan louder than her avatar. She responded with the suggestion that she had enough money to make him disappear longer than Jimmy Hoffa. He got the hint and stuck to the business he was hired to do after that. Despite all her digging, however, Alice and her minions found nothing. It wasn't because there was nothing to find. She did not discover Alex's "Anything for You" website partly because Alex had carefully scrubbed his code of anything that would link it to his other sites. Partly it was because Alex modified the names of the avatars. But mostly it was because two of her hackers were already free members of all of Alex's websites and had personally written protection bots to sabotage anyone else's search attempts for anyone from any of the sites. In addition to that, as soon as Alex became aware that Alice was searching for his new site, he had taken her off the site - more or less. Alice was still on "Anything for You," but she was now just the host so there was no emotional response triggered by her avatar that could be sensed by the real Alice. Her name was also spelled Alyce. That wasn't much, but it would prevent basic searches from finding any stills or videos that a member might post. And Alex's hackers were continually looking for and scrubbing out any of those posts. Alex knew that it was dangerous to use Alice's avatar when she was looking for it all over the net, but the reality was that she was, by far, his best avatar, and people logged onto his website just to see her. Only six players could "play" on the site at one time, but the lowest sign-on numbers for a session with Alyce as host were way over 500. It costs $50 to play and $2 to watch. That worked out to $300 per session from the players and over $1000 a session for lurkers. At 2 sessions per hour, that totaled $60,000 a day, a large portion of which depended upon the charms of avatar Alyce. Tonight Alyce was dressed in a micro-small pair of pink panties and an equally small pink bra. She had been dressed in more than that, but now a pile of clothing lay at her feet. "All right out there," she said to the screen. I know you are watching, but we need..." she pointed at her bra, "one," then she pointed at her panties, "two more players before we can begin." A chime beeped and "SaintLouis_009" appeared on the screen in the list of players. Alyce's bra floated through the air to join the pile of clothing. "One more and then we start." Alyce wiggled her hips and continued, "And if everybody tips me just five credits, I will do my dance for you before the games begin." Everything on the site was stated in "credits" rather than dollars or euros or any other national currency. The members thought it was so they didn't have to convert money numbers in their heads, but actually it was so they didn't think about how much they were actually spending. Also, everyone had to buy credits in advance and not everyone spent everything they bought, so there was always a large "float" of cash in the credit accounts that was cash in the bank for Alex. A buzzer sounded and "GreyHacker" appeared in the player list. Alyce's dress floated over to the pile of clothing and she now stood nude as the screen image panned up and down her perfect body. A counter recorded credits being "tipped" and after a few moments what sounded like a New Orleans jazz band began playing. Alyce said, "I promised, so, here it is," and began a bump and grind gyration that showed the perfection of her body and of the animation which created it. As the "camera" zoomed in on her breasts and pussy, it was impossible to tell that it was not a real woman dancing for the cameras. The slight goose bumps near her mound where hair had been removed were clear in the close ups, and as she continued to prance and gyrate, her body began to acquire the sheen of slight perspiration one would expect from a dancer under hot lights. Finally the music ended and Alyce addressed the players. "OK. It is time to choose your avatar. Remember, he or she will do whatever you tell them to do, but at the same time you must defeat the other avatars in order to win the game. You can defeat your opponent in one of three ways. You can restrain them so that they cannot escape. You can force yourself upon them - remember any penetration is sufficient to complete the act. Or you can kill them. The winner receives six free plays good at any future time. Is everyone ready?" "Choose your avatar." The screen flickered slightly as thumbnails of various avatars appeared next to the players names. Five avatars already showed on the screen when a buzzer sounded and a large red X appeared next to GreyHacker. Alyce addressed the screen, "I'm sorry, GreyHacker, I am not available for this game. What you see is not what you get. Please choose another avatar." The screen suddenly lost quality and a black bar appeared across the bottom of the screen. In white letters it said, "This is GreyHacker speaking directly to Alex. If you let me control Alyce for the night, I will give you a new website more fabulous that you could ever dream of creating on your own." In Alex's apartment his intrusion alarms brought him immediately to his monitors. Someone was hacking his site. He read the message and said out loud, "Whoever he is, he has to be good because he got past the Coughmex protection system and past everything I put on it on top of that." "How can I trust you?" Alex typed back and the words appeared on everyone's screen. "Highlight my name on your monitor," came the reply. Everyone who was logged in immediately highlighted GreyHacker on their screen, but only on Alex's screen did the "ey" of "Grey" change to a red "op" And "acker" morphed on the screen to a red "mech." The name now read GropHmech. Alex breathed a soft "Shit!" under his breath and typed one word, "Agreed." A few keystrokes later Alyce's thumbnail appeared next to GreyHacker's name. A new message appeared in the black bar at the bottom of the screen. "This is GreyHacker speaking to all other players in this session. I have taken over the game for this session. There will be no losers. You will all receive double the winner's reward for this game, but I will set the rules of the contest. We will all win if you play by my rules. If you do not agree to these terms, log off now." After a few moments the message became, "I assume you all are willing. Follow Alyce to the hilltop and form a circle around her. She will tell you what to do." A few moments later two male and three female avatars stood in a small circle around Alyce who was kneeling nude in the grass. She was breathing deeply and appeared to be a mixture of very afraid and very horny. She was stroking herself softly, one hand on her breast and the other sliding between her legs. She said softly, "If this works, I can die happy." None of the players could understand what she had said, but Alex, watching the code calls stream past on his interface wrinkled his brow at the cryptic comment. Once more Alyce spoke softly, "Alex, the download will begin now." Again the players could not hear for sure what she had said, but Alex could read it on his interface. Suddenly the interface showed something else happening. A huge set of files was being downloaded directly to his primary server. The directory was labeled, "The Hunt." Alyce spoke again, this time very loudly and very clearly. "Beat me," she said. "Beat me until my ass is bloody and I scream myself horse. It is what you would have wanted to do to put me out of the contest." Alex again was watching the game monitor screen. Alyce was kneeling upright in front of one of the other women. She was holding a black paddle on the palms of her hands, offering it to the standing avatar who was dressed as an amazon. "Use this," she said. When the blond amazon took the paddle, Alyce turned and lowered her forehead to the ground so that she presented her ass cheeks for the beating. Whoever was controlling the Amazon wasted no time in warmup swats, but instead began pummeling Alyce's ass with all the power the avatar could deliver. At first Alyce responded with slight whimpering, almost as if she were being turned on by the blows, but as her ass reddened and began to turn purple from the blows, her whimpers turned to cries of pain, each louder than the last until she suddenly screamed a great, high scream and fell forward onto the ground. The screen wavered slightly with the same loss of quality that had accompanied GreyHacker's first message and the Amazon avatar disappeared. An avatar that looked like one of the little grey men of UFO myths walked into the screen carrying two buckets. He emptied them over the prone Alyce who trembled and screamed and then returned to her kneeling position with her body totally restored. She was now kneeling before one of the male avatars. This one was dressed as Tarzan. She motioned to the other male, dressed as something that looked almost like Batman, to move around behind her. "You both would have forced yourself upon me to win the game. You," - pointing to Tarzan - "would have used my mouth. You," - pointing to Batman - "wanted my ass." She laughed, looked out at the screen, and added, "Aren't there any men out there who just want to fuck a girl in the pussy anymore?" She then directed her comments to the two male avatars in the game. As she began to speak, their costumes suddenly disappeared and they stood there naked. "Tarzan and Batman, I want it hard; I want it rough; and I want it long." With that, Alyce backed up against the one male and pulled the other toward her mouth. On her hands and knees between them, she wiggled her ass against the now hard prick of the Batman avatar while she reached out with her tongue to lick the tip of Tarzan's vine. It was avatar sex, and on most websites, it would have been almost comical, but since the emotional responses of these avatars were coming from human brains processing the action of the game, the responses on screen were real. Somewhere in a bed in Russia, a young college male was having a wet dream about anal sex, and on the east coast of the United States, a middle-aged insurance salesman was hugging his wife tightly in his sleep as he dreamt about a blow job that she would never give him. It was avatar sex, but it was hot and it was steamy and it was worth watching. When it was finally over, Batman and Tarzan were exhausted and Alyce was barely conscious between them. Again the screen flickered and the two avatars disappeared. The little grey men came out with their buckets of water. Alyce screamed they poured it over her, but once again she was renewed and refreshed and kneeling between the remaining two women. "I think you know what these are," she said as two wands appeared in her hands. "You were regulars on my torture site for many sessions." As the two avatars took the wands from Alyce's hands, she stood up and added, "There are no limits. You may begin. You will know when it is over." Alyce stood with her hands over her head and her legs spread wide as if she were tied between two poles. The two women began poking and prodding with the wands. As each wand approached Alyce's skin a small lightning bolt would snap from the tip of the wand. If held close to the skin, the arc would continue for some time. It held farther from the skin, the arc was just a snap, but the arc contained much greater power. Alyce jumped and twitched and screamed with each thrust of the wand but did not move from her position. One of her tormentors began repeatedly targeting her nipples with the wand's lightning. The other, not to be outdone, slowly moved toward Alyce's clit. Alyce was now yelping loudly with each bolt of electricity. Her tormentors were trying to get new levels of response from her, but what can you do after you have hit someone's clit with a lightning bolt? Both women must have gotten the idea at the same time, because they looked at each other and simultaneously said, "Now!" as they both pulled their wands far back from Alyce's body and together plunged them deep into her cunt with one swift stroke. Alyce's eyes went wide, she gave one low grunt, and collapsed to the ground. A large red "Game Over" sign flashed on the screen. Meanwhile, in the real world, Alice woke screaming in her bed and began a mad dash for the bathroom. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END CHAPTER THREE OF SIX Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alice Screams Ch. 04 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = GreyHacker keeps his promise and Alex now has the technology for the ultimate hunt game. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = After the session with GreyHacker on "Anything For You" the popularity of the website increased to even greater than it had been before. Much to Alex's relief, GreyHacker never returned. Alyce remained on the site, but only as host. That was not the case on "The Hunt." "The Hunt," as GreyHacker had promised, was far beyond anything that Alex could have ever imagined. It was more than a website, it was an interactive game experience of epic proportions. Everything had been in the files, the coding, the specifications, even the drawings to create the game centers. The game centers were not hand-held controllers or even small platforms that sensed motion. When constructed, terminals for "The Hunt" were room-sized domes with a special floor that was somewhere between a touchpad, a treadmill, and a giant finger-wheel mouse ball. You could walk in any direction and yet always stayed in the center of the pad. Once the entry door was closed, the 360 degree projection was flawless. There was a fine mist in the air inside the dome that allowed a form of 3D projection. You were wherever you wanted to be and the game surrounded you. There was true surround sound so that if you heard a cricket chirp and looked at where you thought it was, you could see it starting to hop away. More amazing was the surround smell. If there were roses blooming to your left, the smell of roses would waft toward you from your left. Alex had sold just under forty of the units at 3.7 million each. They cost under a million each to actually produce, so the profit per unit was over 2.5 million. And the connection fee was $10,000 per month. "Yes that is a lot of money," Alex would say to a prospective client, "but what would you payyer's fees if you did any of this in real life? All of the enjoyment. None of the risk." Then Alex would explain that there were even some add-ons that give such realistic neural response that "you would swear that there is a naked girl kneeling between your legs sucking you off as you draw that final bead on your fleeing target." The one drawback for Alex was that Alice/Alyce's avatar was hard-wired into the code as one of the prey. Alex had tried to remove her from the coding, but GreyHacker had, for some reason, locked many of the subroutines to her and the level of code was so far beyond Alex that he was unable to remove her. Even his trick of renaming her avatar specifications subfolder didn't work because she showed up in the game even if all of her avatar files were deleted from the drive. Alex weighed the risk vs reward of going ahead with "The Hunt" using Alice's avatar and decided that the extra millions were worth the risk. Alice would not have agreed with him. She was once again sleeping naked and running to the bathroom on a nightly basis to throw up in the toilet. This was worse than it had ever been on "Torturing Alice." Most nights she found herself with others in prey pens like cattle in stalls. Men - not lizards, but real men with bulging muscles and perfect bodies - would drive the prey out onto the savannah with long, flexible black whips that looked very much like the paddles from Alice's other nightmares except that there were metal studs evenly spaced in rows down the paddles. The impact of the black rubber, or whatever it was, was painful enough, but the studs were electrically charged so that along with each impact there was a jolt of electricity that tore through her body. Often the shock was sufficient for her to loose control of her bladder - or even her bowels, and that was not just for avatar Alice. The real Alice had now taken to making sure her bowels were totally empty before going to sleep each night. Each night as she would clean herself out with at least two enemas, Alice would face the mirror and say, "Alex, if this is you, someday I am going to catch you and you are going to pay dearly for this." Then she would add, "And I will stand there smiling and watch you suffer, not hide away somewhere denying that I have anything to do with it." The hunt itself varied from night to night. Sometimes she was hunted by men with whips who drove her across the grasslands and into a cage. Sometimes it was electric prods or dogs or flying somethings that whizzed past her head like fiery Frisbees, snapping and crackling as arcs of electricity jumped to the ground in their paths. On rare occasions it was weapons that she could feel tearing through her body dropping her lifeless to the ground. Occasionally the hunters would be female, but male or female, unless she were killed, the result of the hunt would be basically the same. Alice would be driven into a cage and then transferred from the cage to some form of restraint where she would be beaten and raped. One night, she was tied to a frame facing the ground and stretched tight so that she hung like a giant X floating over the ground while one of the men whipped her back with a bull whip. The man was walking slowly around her as he struck out with the whip so that each lash crossed her body at a slightly different angle. "Honey," he said, "you will notice that I started this at the one o'clock position. That was so I would end up here at twelve o'clock right above your pretty head. I want to see your face and hear you scream your loudest with this last kiss of the whip." With that, he drew the whip back over his head so that it curled back above him and then brought it down with all of his might in a perfect lash so that the top of the whip crashed down between the cheeks of her ass and the very tip snapped around between her legs and impacted her slit with a loud crack. His precision was slightly off. The tip itself actually struck slightly above her clit rather than directly on it, but that made no difference in the pain since the whip line itself had been exact. The pain cut through her like a cleaver. When she had finally screamed herself hoarse and hung limply in the frame, the man laughed and started removing his clothing as he said, "Well, I think we have tenderized this piece of meat enough. It is time to cut the steak." He then stood between her legs and roughly entered her swollen cunt and began pumping in and out. "Yes... Oh, yes, that is good," he kept saying with each thrust and with each scream of pain from avatar Alice. It was on that night that Alice - the real Alice - started hearing the voices. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END CHAPTER FOUR OF SIX Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alice Screams Ch. 05 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The Coughmex return. Good news for Alice. Bad news for Alex. This chapter is mostly a transition to the final chapter. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = The dream that she was suspended above the ground while she was bullwhipped and then raped was the worst night ever for Alice. And it was on that night that the voices began. The dream had been so real that when she awoke, her body still hurt in the places where she had been whipped. She had awakened screaming. She had thrown up. She had cleaned up. She was trying to muster the strength to return to bed when she heard the voices. They were soft voices... almost feminine voices... but not human voices. There was definitely something non-human about them. They were whispering, "Alice... Alice... Alice, we are coming for you. Things will be made right. Be prepared. Do not fear." From that night on, it was better. The dreams were still there, but when the dreams were at their worst, the voices would wake Alice. And when she awoke, it was not with terror and dread. Somehow the voices brought Alice hope. The message was always the same, night after night after night. The only things that changed was the clarity and the volume. As time passed, the soft whispers became clearer. Then the words gradually became more like normal speech. And now, finally, they were speaking loudly and clearly each night in their almost human cadence, "Alice, we are coming for you. Things will be made right. Be prepared. Do not fear." On the nights when the voices would wake Alice from her dreams, sometimes the after-images of the dreams would shimmer before her as she steadied her breathing and gradually came to full wakefulness. Tonight, however, when the voices awakened her, the after-images refused to fade. Alice shook her head and blinked her eyes. She took several deep, clearing breaths, but two images remained. They were the lizards from the nightmares - but not quite. There was something softer about them. Their skin had the dry shine of a snake or a lizard but appeared to be soft rather than scaly. The one closest to her spoke. She recognized the voice as the one she had been hearing in her dreams. "Alice, we returned when we realized that you were one of us. I was originally attracted to your image because you reminded me of my own daughter. I believe that you are a survivor of a pre-mech probe which either crashed on this planet or was stranded here many, many years ago." Alice shook her head and tried to comprehend what she was being told. The lizard woman continued, " The implant is designed so that it will transmit emotional responses from lower mammals. For lower animals the connection is one-way. For our minds, the connection is bi-directional. Because you are, at least partly, one of us, your implant has been working in bi-directional mode and you have been experiencing the dreams themselves. The implant doesn't work perfectly in your body or we could have communicated with you much sooner and blocked the dream transmissions. Now that we know who you are, and that you are one of us, we can modify the probe slightly so that it will work properly for you as it does for us." Alice stared at the two lizards in disbelief and sputtered, "How could I be related to you? You are... You are... lizards!" The lizard who had been speaking laughed softly. "We are Genetically Reoriented Physco-Mechanical Transport Devices, more commonly called Grophmechs. I am, or once was, very much like you. I had a mammalian body." She paused and ran her hand over her smooth forehead, "I even had red hair." Shuddering, as if remembering a powerful emotion, she continued "... and I could FEEL. I knew pleasure. I knew pain. I knew LIFE." Her shoulders slumped downward, she hugged herself and became quiet. The other Grophmech continued for her. "But mammalian bodies cannot stand the rigors of long-term space travel. And life support mechanisms for fleshies use too much power and resources. Many lives and many probes were lost before a way was developed to 'Genetically Re-orient' the minds of travelers and place them in mechanical transport devices." "So you are alive in there?" asked Alice. "No, I AM alive." The first one answered. She then pointed at herself and shrugged. It was a very human-looking gesture. "Yes, this is a machine - a transport device. But my mind has become the mind of this machine., This machine does not carry me. This Grophmech is me - a new me. It is a machine version of me - a mech me, but it is me." "For many years after the transfer, I was connected to the fleshie me by an implant like that which is implanted in you. That allowed her to experience what I did as a mech and allowed me to feel what she felt as she lived out her life in her flesh body. But machines outlive flesh. The mammalian me died centuries ago, and I have been alone in this mechanical body ever since." She came forward and looked directly into Alice's eyes. "We mechs do not die, but without a connection to emotion and feelings, our minds eventually degenerate. That is equivalent to death for us. We use the dream experiences of humans and other advanced mammals to delay our succumbing to space madness, which is inevitable once our fleshie has died. One of our crew recently devised a way to retain these dream experiences. Everything is recorded for playback on our vessel and will be useful for us and for others for many years to come." "The recording process required that we create what you call a pornographic website. We picked one of the least repulsive of the many pornographic website programmers on your planet and gave him the programming and technology for ten subjects. We thought our fanciful threats to destroy your entire solar system would prevent him from doing anything other than what we requested. We had, unfortunately, over - or underestimated humanity." She sighed. "We should have known better. We have often stopped at this planet and implanted humans so that we who passed through this section of space could experience your dreams and your lives. Normally the people who are implanted never know it, except for a vague memory of having been taken to our ships. But, you, Alice, are one of us, and as soon as we realized what you were, we came back." "Because your responses were so much stronger than any others had ever been - before we realized who you were - one of our crew became addicted to your emotions. She was a much older transport and had been without her fleshie for much longer than any of the rest of us. And besides that, her fleshie had been what you call a masochist so that her need for emotional responses were not just for pleasure or sex, but for a combination of pleasure, pain and sex. She was the one who invented the recording device and convinced us to use your internet technology to guide the dreams of a new group of implantees." "Unknown to us, she also hijacked your friend, Alex's, new website for the specific purpose of generating a combination of pleasure, pain and sex within you. We don't know why, but she also gave Alex some of our technology to create a game that would continue those experiences. In the beginnings of her madness, maybe she thought that you, at heart, were like her and craved those feelings. She may have intended it as a gift to you." "In any case, she knew that she was on the verge of space madness and wanted one last, full emotional experience before her mind had to be reinitialized. We did not know what she had done until we found her secured in the madness chamber. That night, she took over Alex's new website and started an automatic program that controlled the website. The final task of that program was to re-initialize her mind. In effect, she committed suicide before the madness could overwhelm her. Her transport device is still fully functional and will be for many centuries, but there is no longer a mind in control of it." The lizard woman now held both of Alice's hands as she continued to look deeply into her eyes. "There were originally seven Grophmechs in our crew. We have been in space for a long, long time and now there are only the two of us. Four were destroyed when we were caught in the gamma burst of an exploding sun. With Dolores now dead, we cannot properly crew the vessel to return to our home planet. Whether we ever return home is not important, but we are still too far away to transmit our findings and our reports." "For your ancestors and your true people, will you allow yourself to be transferred into a Grophmech and come with us. Your Grophmech self will see and experience the universe and your mammalian self will see and feel it with you for many years to come." The Grophmech stood back waiting for Alice's response. She looked slightly aprehensive as Alice's mouth curled into a smile. Then Alice replied, "I would love to! But I have one request. The websites that Alex built are all modeled on your ship aren't they?" "Yes, but why is that important?" "And there actually is a steel room with a big vault door isn't there?" "Yes. It is the room used to restrain a Grophmech who has succumbed to space madness until they can be reinitialized." "Perfect." = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = END CHAPTER FIVE OF SIX Please remember to vote by clicking on one of the stars at the end of the story. If you really liked it, click 5. If you really hated it, click 1, but please click something. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alice Screams Ch. 06 = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Alex gets a visit by the Grophmechs and is surprised to meet what he, at first, thinks is "GreyHacker." This is the final chapter = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = Three nights later Alex woke to find three Grophmech standing in his bedroom. Two had the standard lizard-like bodies he had seen before. The third was smooth-skinned and grey with large black eyes. "Hello Alex," spoke the grey one in Alice's voice. "Did you know that there are several different exteriors skins that can be used in constructing a Grophmech?" Then, picking up Alex by the shoulders, she added, "but we are all the same super machines inside." With that the Grophmech Alice slung him over her shoulder in a fireman's carry and with a low chuckle added, "You've been a really bad boy and now you are going to pay dearly for it." Alex screamed, wet himself, and passed out. When he came to he was naked in a terrifyingly familiar steel room. The Alice Grophmech was holding him upside down while one of the two lizard Grophmechs wrapped ropes around his ankles and tied them tightly to chains which hung from the corners of the room. A third Grophmech was tying his hands just as tightly to chains that were attached to the eye bolts in the corners of the floor. Alice Grophmech turned to a camera like device that hung from the ceiling and asked, "Are all the recorders ready?" Then she ran her hands over Alex's body. It was now dripping with sweat. She stroked his flaccid penis and purred, "I don't know if you are going to enjoy this, but with your new implant, I am... and fleshie Alice will.... and I will have the recordings to keep me company for a long, long time." Her voice changed to something between a yell and a growl as she continued. "We OWN your sorry ass from this day on, and don't think about trying to hide once we let you go. You have now been implanted with a bi-directional implant that I - or Fleshie Alice - can turn on at any time. If the bi-directional mode is enabled, that would mean that you would re-experience tonight every time anyone watches it or plays back a recording of it." After she finished speaking, Grophmech Alice stepped aside and mammalian Alice stepped in. She was naked and her body shone in the bright lights. She was smiling, but the smile terrified rather than comforted Alex. "Do you know what the Grophmechs call me?" She asked. "Fleshie Alice. I kind of like the sound of that. I think I will use it as my new sign-in name. It will remind me - AND YOU - that there is also a mech Alice out there keeping tabs on you." Alice stepped around so that she was standing directly in front of Alex. With the way that he was hanging upside down, he was looking directly into the slit between her legs. She moved forward until she was almost brushing his face with her cunt and said, "Yes, Alex, it is still smooth." After running her fingers down between her legs, she added, "And it is wet. It is wet because I am sexually excited by the idea that my day of revenge has finally come. And this moment is not just for me and for my sisters, the Grophmech. This day of revenge is for all the universe." Alice snapped her fingers and several large monitors lit up against the dark walls. Alex could see the home pages of his "Screams" and "Moans" websites as well as his "Anything for You" website. The third screen caused his stomach to turn. He almost threw up in fear. He had never told Alice about "Anything for You." The Grophmech had not designed it and had never been on it - except the night that GreyHacker took over the site. He had pirated portions of the Gophmech's code for use on the site so that the avatars would do anything to themselves or to each other at the direction of the paying customers. Alice was the principal draw for the site. If she knew about that site, he was in big trouble, but maybe he could still talk his way out of this. Then a fourth monitor lit up. It was the largest of all and it displayed the entryway for "The Hunt." Alex groaned, "No, no, no, no, no..." On that site, Alice was the favorite choice for the hunt and destroy sessions. She knew everything... EVERYTHING! Alice snapped her fingers again and a special pop up appeared in the middle of each of the screens announcing in bright blue letters on a purple background, "Free Live Showing Tonight. Revenge is Sweet. Staring The REAL Alice! Free Downloads Forever" Alice stood so that Alex was now watching the screens through the inverted "V" at the top of her legs. She reached down and thwacked the base of his penis with her finger tip as if she were flicking a bug off the top of a fence. Alex twisted in his bonds at sudden sensation. "That was just to get your attention. This is going out to ALL of your websites. It is a special freebie to all members, past members and potential members. And you will keep it on your websites forever or I - or my mechanical transport over there - will come back for you and next time we won't be so gentle." After her little speech, Fleshie Alice walked toward the darkness and mech Alice stepped forward and handed her a long, black whip with a yellow emblem on the side. As soon as he saw the whip and recognized it as the same as on the websites, Alex began crying, begging and pleading. The begging soon turned to screaming as the first lash wound around his shins near his ankles. A counter on the website screens clicked upward 135 points. The next several lashes worked their way down toward his thigh. The counter was near 10,000 and Alex's screams were hoarse and very high pitched by the time the whip reached the center of the X formed by his body. Alice paused, faced the cameras and smiled widely, and then turned the whip and brought it straight down into the center of the cross with a resounding thwack Alex lost consciousness. He did not hear the bell that announced a score of over 10,000 or the voice of the Grophmech saying, "Very good, Fleshie Alice. Would you like to try a different wand of punishment?" A splash of something that felt like cold water brought Alex back to his senses. Grophmech Alice was standing in front of him with a bucket. His skin burned as if he were being eaten by a swarm of fire ants, but the welts and cuts slowly disappeared. "Just like on the website," giggled Fleshie Alice, rubbing her now flowing cunt against Alex's face. "So is this," she hissed, and held up a black, flat paddle about four feet long and three inches in width. There were silver dots evenly spaced across the surface of the paddle. "We should be able to finish with the paddle in normal mode and then electric mode and still have at least two sessions with the electric prods before we reach the range limit of their beam machines." Alice squatted down so that she was face to face with Alex. "When we are finished here, they will put me back in my bedroom where I will have the best night's sleep EVER! You, however, will be dangling just like you are beneath the Times Square Marquee while a recording of our final session plays on the big screen. The Grophmech assure me it will take at least until morning for the technicians to figure out how to disconnect you, shut down the system and reboot it. After that, IF you shut down "The Hunt" and take me off ALL your other websites, I will call it even. You get to live. You get to stay rich. And if the government doesn't take you away somewhere to conceal the truth about the Grophmechs who have been stopping by for the past couple of millennia, you get to go on with your life." Alex tried to respond, but the thwack of the paddle changed his response into a senseless scream followed by another and another and another until he hung unconscious above the ground. When Fleshie Alice finished, Grophmech Alice again stepped forward with a bucket. Alex woke and writhed in pain as the chemicals and micro-miniature robots she had splashed over him repaired his body. As he twisted in his bonds, Alice smiled for the cameras and announced, "Time for the full electric mode." Alice then raised the whip above her head, and as she brought the paddle / whip down in a swishing arc, she yelled out an exulted scream of joy. 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