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Ching Korobase Ch. 01

By: Taunus



Toy Euler in the Year 3367

The date is well into the Thirty-Fourth Century. The Uncanny Valley (also known as the Uncanny Gap) has long since been spanned and Artificial Intelligent beings (AI) have significantly advanced, often replacing human beings in many situations. There are those AI beings existing in android or gynoid bodies (male or female artificial life forms). To adequately support their human owners, each requires a minimum of two petabytes of Random Access Memory (RAM). 

Toy Euler is one of those exceptional AI beings with continual existence from the Twenty-First Century, when she was used as a gynoid domestic helper for a financial stock broker named Crassius Cornu. She now is one of the elite gynoids liberated from human ownership and allowed all human rights and privileges. All, that is, except for the right to vote and serve on a jury. This remarkable feat was accomplished by a select group of androids who embraced the major religions and eventually advanced into positions of authority and trust. 

Much has changed from the androids which required an umbilical cord to tether them to an electrical power supply and liquid Nitrogen coolant vessels. The ultimate energy source was derived from the decomposition of the proton into energy and a positron. The energy was significant and immediate. The positron could be held trapped in a magnetic field until required. Released into the world, the positron-electron annihilation scenario offered a multitude of possibilities. 

"Necessity is the mother of invention," it has been said. And so when fossil fuels and fissionable material eventually played out, mankind had to seek another source of energy. It was her model. Indeed the actor and activist of the Twenty-First Century pointed the way. As with many utterances of geniuses, hers were shelved away, only to be "discovered" later. A tenured pedant was almost able to get away with plagiarizing the work. Yet truth buried often erupts again. And so it was. Toy Euler was able to cite references in long-archived data files which proved that Sharon Stone was the original discoverer and that the otiose, sniveling sycophant was nothing more than a plagiarist. 

One great mystery of humanity is how often it happens that inventors and artists never achieve proper recognition while they live. After they are long past away, only then do they receive the credit and honor that they justly deserve. It is almost always by accident as well. The model body of the actress generated interest and lead to a student paper. From that a tenured teacher was able to "discover" an energy source. At the time of its inception, however, the energy fuel concept was discredited and buried in digital archives by the fossil fuel fellows. Only when the fossil fuels were exhausted did the powers-that-be turn to other possibilities. (The powers-that-be are always reactive and never proactive.) 

Toy stopped by the Church of the Living Dead. There they were having their Universal Prayer Service. Seated in the pews were elderly men and women with their android and gynoid caregivers, a random collection of androids and gynoids attending as contracted by their deceased owners, and a very rare instance of a free android. Toy listened as a figure in black with a hood covering his head began the service. As he walked from the rear of the church, he spoke. It was not possible to tell right away whether the priest was human or AI being. 

"I am the resurrection and the life, saith the Lord; he that believeth in me, though he were dead, yet shall he live; and whosoever liveth and believeth in me, shall never die." 

"I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand at the latter day upon the earth; and though this body be destroyed, yet shall I see God; whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not as a stranger."

"We brought nothing into this world, and it is certain we can carry nothing out. The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord." 

As the black-clad priest approached the altar, he turned and spoke to the standing congregation: 

"Ye who do truly and earnestly repent you of your sins and are in love and charity with your neighbours, and intend to live a new life, following the commandments of God, and walking from henceforth in his holy ways; Draw near with faith, and take this holy Sacrament to your comfort; and make your humble confession to Almighty God, meekly kneeling upon your knees." 

Toy knew that at several times she had failed to protect human life. After all, it was a matter of chance. Given odds one way or the other, choices had to be made. Sometimes there is no perfect solution, only an optimal one. The analysis of risk did not always result in a favorable outcome. But, then, there was the promise of remission of statistical error guaranteed by the Church of the Living Dead. 

A young female acolyte with a bad complexion passed around the offertory plate. The plate had a card slot on its side. Almost everyone made electronic transfers; however, a few old timers would leave currency, cash or coin. They gave from their need. The United States Dollar (USD) was so devalued that almost everyone used the Japanese Yen or Euro. Toy slid a debit card and keyed in 20 Euros. The girl beamed with delight. Most of the elderly were severely cash strapped. Toy pitied the old humans, constrained with remedial care from least-cost caregivers. 

As the hooded minion droned on, Toy left the church. As she exited the knave and entered the atrium, the female altar girl greeted her. She was wearing a college school girl uniform. She blushed as she looked down and shyly spoke. 

"This girl is eighteen, Mistress," the acolyte whispered. She then blushed all the more. Clearly she was human; however, Toy suspected that the girl did not know that Toy was a gynoid. The artificial skin Toy was wearing was absolute top of the line.  

"I am Toy Euler, a free gynoid, girl," Toy responded. 

"Oh," she murmured, "I will go then." 

"No!" Toy asserted. "We will do lunch. My treat." 

"Oh, I couldn't," the girl responded. 

"I insist. What is your name girl?" Toy asked. 

"My name is Ching, Mistress," Ching answered. 

"Good to meet you, Ching," Toy continued. "There's a cyber café nearby. We can do lunch there while I plug into the Net." 

"Yes, Mistress," Ching replied. 

The two walked over to the cyber café. As soon as they were seated Toy made her secured wireless connection. It was always better to connect through a grid than chance being compromised in satellite hook-up. The waitress appeared with two menus. 

"I'm plugging," Toy related, taking the standard on line charge. "Bring this girl Star Food." Ching gasped. 

"Mistress, you shouldn't," Ching protested. "That's too expensive." 

"I'm good for it, Ching," Toy retorted mildly. Ching blushed again. "Tell me about yourself girl! What are you studying?" Toy demanded. 

"Political Science and History, Mistress," Ching replied. 

"Good to know," Toy remarked. "How far along are you, Ching?" 

"This girl is a sophomore, Mistress," Ching responded. The waitress returned with a covered disk. Star Food is highly perishable and should be eaten hot. The waitress smiled. The cashier had already accessed Toy's vitae and discovered that she was financially very sound. In the interim, Toy did a full facial and retinal search on Ching and paid a tidy sum for her most personal data. Ching was a closet subbie. Toy calculated that Ching's meeting her in the atrium required maximal effort on her part. 

Ching quickly lifted the cover and saw the three cubes: red, green, and blue. Everyone knew what Star Food looked like; however, few could actually afford it. Ching speared the red cube and popped it into her mouth, quickly re-covering the serving plate. She rocked back as the flush of serendipity coursed through her arteries and veins. 

Ching took a sip of the table water. She looked to Toy with adoring eyes. "Thank you so much, Mistress," she spoke, her eyes transfixed on the gorgeous gynoid. 

"Eat, for Christ's sake," Toy interjected. Ching quickly lifted the cover and speared the green cube. She felt her senses focus and heighten as the cube dissolved in her mouth. Ching had heard tales of Star Food but never actually had eaten any before. Then she hurried to finish the blue cube. It satisfied her completely. A serving of Star Food would carry a person for several days, or so it was purported. 

"What are you doing this afternoon, Ching?" Toy inquired. 

"I have homework for poly sci, Mistress," Ching replied. Toy already knew that Ching had no afternoon classes. In fact, she now had retrieved the totality of Ching's entire academic history. Strictly speaking, none of this was done legally; however, when skids are sufficiently greased... "And, I am supposed to help at the evening service of the church, Mistress." Ching looked sad. 

"Forget the homework," Toy stated. "As for the church, let that cubby runt Ambrose do it." Toy smiled and Ching laughed. Of course Ambrose would cover for her. He was the consummate nerd and had a terrible crush on Ching. 

"What about the homework, Mistress?" Ching asked. 

"I said 'forget it.' It will be done and turned in," Toy assured her. "Now let's go to my place." 

Toy's place was nestled amongst yuppie apartments. The fact that she wasn't human didn't strike anyone as being unusual. Wealthy financial executives often have secret trysts. Toy, on the other hand, had acquired a nifty sum from the energy consortium when she discredited the plagiarist. He lost his bid for a patent and royalties. Toy certainly found that honesty is the best policy and that it pays as well. 

Professor Maurice Schweinkot, on the other hand, did not see it that way. No longer enjoying the academic sinecure, he was reduced to working in a fast food restaurant. Star Food was not on their menu. Toy paid a premium for security. Maurice's every move was observed. One cannot afford to be careless. Maurice was both intelligent and paranoid. Otiose, yes; stupid, no. He might be a fifth wheel but he was capable of causing much trouble. 

The two, Toy Euler and Ching Korobase, enter Toy's apartment. The lighting adjust and background music plays. There is a slight scene of tropical flowers and a delicate undertone of sandalwood. Ching is a subbie. She immediately undresses, stacking her clothes neatly in a chair. "Would Mistress wish a girl to masturbate and climax?" Ching inquires. 

"Yes, Ching," Toy replies. "But first let me pinch your areolas and nipples." 

"Yes, Mistress," Ching responds. She puts her hands in the small of her back, lowers her gaze, and brings her breasts forward for Toy's pleasure. Toy firmly seizes both areolas between thumbs and forefingers and applies pressure. Sensing Ching's neural responses allows Toy to inflict the maximum pain to harden and firm her breasts, making her squirm and wiggle, without causing distress or injury. Ching groans with pain and pleasure in a perfect balance. 

Toy carefully calculates the correct hue and turgidity of Ching's small teats. Once achieved, Toy backs off and allows Ching access to her breasts and pudenda. Ching rubs her breasts while caressing and teasing her clit. "A girl is slow to come, Mistress," Ching informs, hoping that Toy will not be annoyed or displeased with her.

Toy checks her e-mail and performs routine housekeeping chores as Ching rocks back and forth. It has been a long time since Toy has had a guest. Toy has been concerned that Maurice might be scheming retaliation, reprisal, and retribution. Men have done more for less. 

Ching's face reddens, her pulse races, and her breathing quickens. In fact, she is almost panting. Toy has had a long hiatus from such human responses and is glad to see, smell, touch, and taste an aroused young lady. Ching jerks and shoves two fingers into her vagina. Vaginal fluid seeps out, drooling down creamy inner thighs and dripping on the polished hardwood floor. No carpets are found in Toy's abode. 

The peal of thunder is followed by the flash of lightening as Ching climaxes. The sky reddens, cause and effect are reversed, and the earth trembles. Toy has a scent of atavistic animal attraction released. This human chemical messenger has long been lost from the chemical repertoire. Now as the pheromone enters Ching's olfactory her limbic brain produces endorphins which prolong and intensify her orgasm. She cums for five whole minutes. At last, breathless and exhausted, she begs her mistress: "Mistress, may a girl rest a while?" 

"No, Ching," Toy demands. "Time to cum again." A wicked, evil grin flashes across her face. 

"Yes, Mistress," Ching replies as she begins to work her body to arousal again. 

"And this time hold your climax until you are given permission to cum!" Toy demands. 

Ching is excited by Toy's words. "Yes, Mistress," she replies enthusiastically. Hard breasts and a wet pussy are worked harder and faster. 

The Star Food works to rejuvenate and energize Ching. Her libido swells and her level of crass carnal craving elevates. She senses a freight train of an orgasm approaching. "May a girl cum, Mistress?" Ching asks. 

"Hold your cum, Ching," Toy commands. Ching squirms and writhes as she struggles. She finally has to slap her own breasts and pinch her clit as the endorphins make chemical commands on her pubococcygeal muscles, sphincters, and vagina which must be obeyed. 

"A girl is on fire, Mistress," Ching begs. 

"Hold your cum slut!" Toy orders. Ching holds her breath and pulls on her tiny teats. She feels the powerful orgasm encompassing and surrounding her. Unable to endure any more, she screams a primal scream as she cums wildly. "Bad girl," Toy comments. 

"Please punish me Mistress," Ching begs. 

Toy smiles. In her passion Toy neglects a transient ripple on her security monitor. Under any other set of circumstances, Toy Euler would not have hesitated to locate the point of intrusion into her sample space.

... To be continued. 

22 December 2010 Taunus Trumbo

Ching Korobase Ch. 02



The Internet web cam on Toy's computer captured a set of images. This may seem on first glance as an invasion of privacy. But an electronic cyberspace search warrant had been issued. The sequence of events leading to this event is as follows.

At the conclusion of the prayer service at the Church of the Living Dead, Father Schlemiel noticed that one of his acolytes, Ching Korobase, wasn't around. The other altar girl, Betty, asked if Father Schlemiel wished for her to tabulate the offering for deposit. 

"Father," Betty asked, "Shall I make out the deposit for the bank?" The debit cards were already credited. There was a miscellaneous hodge-podge of various coins and bills. A number of U.S. Dollar Franklins were in the plate. These had mostly sentimental value. Normally one kilogram of one hundred dollar bills was equal to 0.01 Euro. The coins were collected and sorted as to metal content. 

Several times a year the church would take bags of coins to the bank for deposit or recycling. The Japanese Yen and Euros were to be counted and itemized. These were deposited on a daily basis. Other foreign currency was put into a desk drawer for eventual disposition. An occasional personal check on ancient paper would sometimes appear. These had to be scanned and uploaded manually. Only those marginalized would still have paper checks. 

"No, Betty," Father Schlemiel answered. "We will tend to that later. Just hurry home, I know that this is a school day for you." The priest was anxious to determine the whereabouts of Ching, the girl with severe acne. Betty left and Father Schlemiel pulled out his cell phone. A click of the key located the girl. 

Ching did not know it at the time, but some months ago when she had a cyst in her left breast biopsied the nurse had inserted a radio frequency transducer. This allowed Father Schlemiel to monitor her whereabouts. Of course this was illegal, but then in the Thirty-Fourth Century, what wasn't unlawful? 

Father Schlemiel discretely entered the Cyberspace Café. Ching and Toy were so engaged in conversation that his roving eyes went unnoticed. The priest knew perfectly the attraction of a Domme to her subbie. He began to develop his plan of action. Returning to the rectory there was voice mail. Ching had arranged for Ambrose to take her place at the evening service. Father Schlemiel placed a call to Ambrose. 

"Ambrose, the is Father Schlemiel," he spoke. 

"Yes, Father," Ambrose answered. "Ching called and I will substitute for her tonight." 

"I was hoping that you could come now," the priest requested. "We have some items to attend do." 

"No problem," Ambrose responded, "bye." 

"Good bye," Schlemiel concluded. 

In a few minutes Ambrose arrived. Father Schlemiel related to him his concerns. "I saw Ching with a gynoid in the Cyberspace Café. They seemed very intense." He knew that Ambrose had a dangerous crush on Ching. "Well, do help by preparing this morning's offertory for deposit. I will be back shortly." He knew that Ambrose would check for a gynoid transaction. Now mischief could take its course of action. 

Back at Toy's apartment Ching was begging for punishment. Toys cuffed Ching's wrists and chained them high over her head. She then took a spreader bar and cuffed her feet as far apart as she dared do. Then she secreted some chemicals and rubbed Ching's carved ivory derriere. Ching blushed because of the pimples on her ass and acne on her back and shoulders. The chemicals would intensify the pain a dozen fold. 

"You will enjoy six lashes, girl," Toy stated. "A girl must not cry out." 

"Yes, Mistress," Ching responded, trembling and squirming with excitement and suspense. She was in heaven. 

Carefully aiming and making a long elliptical arc with a focus on Ching's buttocks, Toy struck with maximal force. Ching gasped and convulsed. She regained her composure and said: "Thank you Mistress, more please." Toy wasted no time in striking again at the exact same spot. Tears flowed freely from Ching's dark brown eyes. The tears made rivulets over hot, pink, pimpled cheeks. 

"Thank you Mistress, more please," Ching groaned. Toy made a circular arc striking the soft flesh between her legs and marking her perineum and the lower cusp of her vulva. Before Ching could respond Toy lashed her perineum again. Ching jerked and writhed. 

"Thank...," Ching began. Toy walked around to her front and quickly struck between Ching's legs, this time perfectly separating her pudenda, parting vulva and kissing her labia. Phlegm was flowing from Ching's nostrils and she was drooling uncontrollably. She was also urinating. 

Toy kissed Ching. Their French kiss lasted several minutes. At last Ching spoke: "That was so wonderful, Mistress. I have never been so honored before." Toy released Ching and helped her to sit. 

There was a loud knock at the apartment door. A human female voice could be heard: "Arrest warrant, open the door at once!" A female police officer and an armed armored android were at Toy's door. Their police entry key sprung the door immediately. The command to open the door was merely a formality. 

Ambrose had located Toy's address from the debit card in the collection plate and made an anonymous tip that a crime was in progress at that address. Of course, this was mere conjecture on his part. But the arresting officers entered to find Toy and a naked girl sprawled on a chair, her privates discolored and tumescent. Ching tried to close her legs to conceal the trauma, but wasn't fast enough. 

"Call for back up right now," the female officer barked at the android, who called for back up right away. "And you, young Lady, get dressed. Both of you are coming with us." The officer was furious. 

"You are under arrest for violating the first law of robotics," the saturnine android spoke to Toy Euler. "You have the right for a hearing. There is a 99.7% chance that you will be adjudged guilty and derezzed. All your electronic transactions are suspended pending final resolution." 

Next: The public trial of Toy Euler. 

24 December 2010 Taunus Trumbo