0 comments/ 17250 views/ 0 favorites Sabrina Ch. 01 By: Taunus Dave Redcap walked into the front office of his father's company, A2Z Trucking. It might seem incongruous that he was wearing an expensive suit and steel-toed work boots; however, the company rules were rigid: no one on the work floor without steel-toed shoes. Brenda, the company office manager, was interviewing some girls for a position as dispatcher. These were beautiful women. Dave couldn't help but notice the quality. "Good morning, Brenda," he spoke. "Good morning, Mr. Redcap," Brenda replied and smiled. "We have so many qualified applicants that it's hard to know where to start." "You will manage just fine," Dave responded and, grabbing a cup of coffee, he headed out to the trucking bay. Dave surveyed the trucks. Some were having periodic maintenance, the majority of them were ready for dispatch, and one was having special service. Dave strolled over to check the crippled vehicle. His brother, Jack Lance, was replacing an engine belt. "Hi Jack!" Dave shouted to overcome the noise of throttling engines. Jack grinned. "Howdy Boss!" he replied. "How is the world of the rich and famous?" Jack Lance never failed to prick Dave about being born with, as he put it, a silver spoon in his mouth. Dave shrugged. "How is Emily?" Dave inquired. Emily was his sister and the wife of Jack. Dave had never understood what Emily saw in Jack. He was a first rate mechanic but had a criminal record for statutory rape. "She's doing fine," Jack answered quickly adding: "Come by and visit. It's been a long time." "True," Dave replied, "I have been very busy lately." Jack set aside his wrench and looked Dave squarely in the eyes. He spoke with emphasis: "You are spending too much time with that sex toy android. I know that she is more than pleasing, but it's not natural" Dave shrugged. This was a common criticism from many who knew him well. Still he was more than addicted to the mechanical device. "Toy is not an android. Androids are male; Toy is a gynoid. There is a difference, you know." Dave smirked with satisfaction. "Well," Jack retorted with all due candor, "Emily is over at Our Lady Queen of Angels praying for you every day. I would prefer to see her in the kitchen and away from the church more often." Dave Redcap's countenance darkened as he carefully chose his words: "Dave, you know that Emily is set in her ways. I don't have the time or energy for a 'high maintenance wife' in the Catholic tradition. And Toy is a companion. She also knows first aid, trims my hair and nails, does the taxes, fixes food, and keeps me well-groomed and informed. You know how difficult it was after Dad's bad business deals to keep the company in the black. I made many sacrifices." "And we appreciate it too," Jack interjected. "You kept the guys working and somehow even managed a little end-of-year bonus. Even so, you need a real flesh-and-blood woman in your life." Dave flashed a nervous grin. "I am needed at the dispatch, Jack," he stated matter-of-factly. Dave was glad to see the conversation truncated by pressing business. The day was like most---full of crises and emergencies. Dave was late getting home. Toy had his favorite dishes prepared for him. She never complained and never said "no." No cheap doll was this gynoid. She had all the feel, scent, and motility of a real human woman, aged somewhere between eighteen and twenty-four, in the pinnacle of her physical beauty. She also had an artificial intelligence persona. Dave could never beat Toy at chess and marveled at her sharp sense of humor. Halfway through the meal the telephone rang. Toy asked if she should answer the call. Dave grunted a negation and set aside knife and fork to talk into the handset. "Dave here," he uttered, clearing his throat of the last remaining remnant of meat loaf. It was Jack Lance: "Dave, we have a problem. One of the men hijacked some college kid and has her bound, blindfolded, and gagged. We need a place to keep the girl. You have a big place and a garage we could pull a van into." "Are you crazy?" Dave retorted angrily. "This is kidnapping and involuntary incarceration. It's a felony!" "I know, but you are our only solution. We're on the way to your place now. Open the garage door. She will never know where she is. And, you have that android to take care of her---by force even---if necessary." Jack pushed the matter. Dave relented. This was a big mistake. He was concerned. Toy was tethered with an umbilical cord to her ankle. Technology could not provided sufficient energy to run a gynoid without external power, fluids, and coolant. The powerful motors and sensors required liquid nitrogen as coolant as well as hydraulics and pneumatics. The tether resembled a chain, giving rise to the "slave girl" role play. The tether could be either collar or ankle. Dave preferred ankle, keeping her slender neck free. The van pulled into the garage. Jack was driving. The back door sprang open and a burly teamster lifted a girl onto his shoulder. She was gorgeous, blonde, and toned. For some reason Dave thought of the lyrics "Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking, and when she passes each one she passes goes 'ah.'" The four went inside the mansion and down to the basement. Toy heard and followed. She had to put on her backpack with temporary battery power and various pneumatic and hydraulic fluids. She could survive untethered for up to one-half hour. The gagged, blindfolded, and bound girl was locked into a steel collar and chained to a floor ring. Dave motioned for the two men to depart. As they were leaving, he whispered something to Toy and left the two girls. Dave Redcap's basement was patterned after a BDSM dungeon. It was here that he acted out his fantasies with the gynoid Toy. It never occurred to him to have a human girl in tethers, on the Saint Andrew's Cross, spread eagle while suspended, or simply chained to the iron floor ring in the center of the room. The room was exactly reproduced on line in a three-dimensional chat world. The imaging and construction of the 5'6" blonde girl would be a trivial task for Toy Euler. Toy removed her back pack and plugged her umbilical cord tether into a conveniently located socket. She was careful to keep the cord out of the reach of the bound girl. Toy was, as usual, naked. The blonde girl was wearing the usual coed mufti: top and bra, blue jeans and panties, tennis shoes with no socks. Toy removed her blindfold and gag. "Who are you and what has happened to me?" the blonde girl demanded. Toy was silent, unfastening the girl's bound hands and feet. "I am Toy, a gynoid," Toy interjected. "As you see, I am tethered as well, but unlike you mine is a connection to 'life support,' not a restraint. My master is good. I can't imagine how you came to be here. For sure it was some circumstance not of his making. But you are here now and I will try and make you comfortable." "The only way that I can be comfortable is to have this collar removed and set me free!" the girl retorted. "I caught some man trying to steal my car and confronted him. He hijacked me on the spot." "Hmm, interesting," Toy responded. "What is your name, girl?" "I am Sabrina! And don't call me 'girl.'" the blonde girl retorted. "There is going to be hell to pay for this. Wait until daddy finds me." Toy listened while Sabrina ranted and raved for several minutes. Then she spoke softly saying: "Would Lady Sabrina like something to eat or drink?" "And I am not Lady Sabrina, either! I am Sabrina, a nineteen year old college coed," Sabrina continued. "And I want out right now." She lunged at Toy, but Toy moved aside with extreme agility and Sabrina fell flat on the floor. "I am Toy, a gynoid," Toy stated. "You will only injure yourself struggling with me. And you remain collared and leashed to the floor ring. That isn't likely to change any time soon, Sabrina." Sabrina pouted and sulked. Toy perked. She was being paged by Dave. "My Master calls me," she told Sabrina. "I will return when released." Sabrina looked around the room. She wondered just what might be in store for her. Meanwhile, in the master bedroom, Dave Redcap watched the girl on a closed-circuit camera and tried to figure out a way to extricate himself from the situation. In his favor were the facts that Sabrina did not know her location and had never seen his face or heard his voice. The troublesome employee who perpetrated this act would need to be sent to work in another state, at the minimum. Freeing this girl would take some doing. Yet doing nothing wasn't an option either. Then there was the burning desire to use and abuse this prize that happened to fall into his world. Both Sabrina and Dave were overcome by fickle fate. * 24 Dec 2009 Taunus Trumbo. Sabrina Ch. 02 Toy Euler: I need some advice badly. Faustus Mortal: Toy, I am not your friend. I am a suffering human and you are a computer program---artificial intelligence. I am about to go to church. I don't want to be late! Toy Euler: But this is important! Faustus Mortal: A computer virus? Use your anti-virus software. Don't try and hit me up for cyberspace credits or money. What you charge has to be sufficient. Toy Euler: I'm powering a gynoid these days. Her owner---Master---has committed a felony. What should I do? Faustus Mortal: Christ girl? What did he do? Download some music or copyrighted material? Oh, I bet it's some pornography. Faustus Mortal frowns. Toy Euler: He has a nineteen-year-old girl collared and chained in his basement "trip room." Faustus Mortal: Now there's an expression from the 1960s, "trip room." Toy Euler: It is detailed as an on line sim also. Faustus Mortal: Look, this sounds like a simple matter for the authorities. Just call 911 and turn the pervert in. Case closed. Toy Euler: Then I would probably be purged from the server! Faustus Mortal: You always seemed to come up with some way to circumvent the bit bucket. Toy Euler: Master was just trying to keep one of his employees out of trouble. Faustus Mortal: OK, forget Mass for now. Let me put it simply, no one is without sin. Describe the entire situation for me. Toy Euler: Master owns, or actually his senile father owns, a trucking outfit. He works very hard to keep the business in the black. Faustus Mortal: OK, go on. Toy Euler: You want the whole story? Faustus Mortal: Sure, might as well hear it. Toy Euler: Sabrina borrows her roommate's car. They are both enrolled at the City College and stay in a dorm. Only Sabrina doesn't know that her roommate is seriously behind in payments and the dealer wants to repro the car. They have put out a repro order and haven't had luck finding the vehicle since Sabrina is always driving around somewhere. Faustus Mortal: So this wasn't "Grand Theft Auto" after all. It was just a "hit." Toy Euler: Right, but repossession is dangerous business at best. One of Master's employees was moonlighting as a second job. Faustus Mortal: Times are tight economically. So, he's getting ready to tow the car the some girl confronts him. Why not just tell her off? Toy Euler: Won't work! The girl is hysterical and the neighborhood is bad. She is doing drug business and if the dudes come out there will be big trouble. The idea was to have the vehicle away before she returned. Faustus Mortal: And the dude ripping off the car knows this how? Toy Euler: He's not ripping it off. He's repossessing it, for Christ's sake. And he's no angel. He snatches the hysterical girl and binds her up. No one in that neighborhood would get involved. She was doing high risk business. Faustus Mortal: Still doesn't make it right. Toy Euler: They plan to hold her until they figure out some way to free her without getting caught and accused of kidnapping. Faustus Mortal: Well, it's wrong and she's wrong, but two wrongs don't make a right. Toy Euler: "A wrong shared is half right." ---Friedrich Nietzsche. Faustus Mortal: I can relate to that. Toy Euler: So you see the situation. Faustus Mortal: Take her somewhere public and let her go. Toy Euler: But she knows my face. The dude who "jacked" her is long gone. Master moved him to another state. The car is back at the dealership, but she can ID it. What should I do? Faustus Mortal: You aren't a human being. That both simplifies and complicates the matter. Felony for Master---if caught---derezz for you if discovered going against Asimov Laws of robotics! Toy Euler: I want to live, more than exist! I have a gynoid body now! Faustus Mortal: And you want to keep it. So what's it worth to you to stay in the real world? You still have the Uncanny Gap (or Uncanny Valley Effect) to deal with. For sure Master will be tempted with a real girl. Toy Euler: True and very true. Faustus Mortal: So, you just release the girl and get a new gynoid body. Simple as that. Toy Euler: Two problems: First, the expense of a new skin; second, the fact that every detail of this skin is registered. All Sabrina has to do is eliminate until she finds me. We gynoids aren't as many as you humans. Or have you forgotten that in your coenobitic refuge? Faustus Mortal: There aren't many cenobites, even less religious. Toy Euler: So doing nothing is acceptable? Faustus Mortal: You said it. Maybe the captive girl would be useful on line? You could create her life-like avatar. Toy Euler: That is a thought. Faustus Mortal: Anyway, one thing's for sure, you will now have an opportunity to study up close and personal a real, live captive girl. Toy Euler nods. Faustus Mortal: How long would it take you to get a new skin? If you keep the basement dark, she might not be able to identify you. Whatever possessed you to remove her blindfold in the first place. Toy Euler: I wasn't thinking, Faustus. I've not much time in Real Live (RL), you must understand. Faustus Mortal shakes his head. Toy Euler: How do I manage to keep Master from using this captive girl? Faustus Mortal: Surely you know what to do. Keep him totally satisfied. Toy Euler smiles. Faustus Mortal: You, yourself, have said that all men are fools. Toy Euler: True, and they are. Dave Redcap walked into the front office looking slightly unkempt. It was as if his hair was at odds with his hairbrush. Perhaps he was in a bit of a hurry, after a restless night. Brenda, the company office manager, was training a new girl in the job of being a dispatcher. She paused and looked up. "Good morning, Brenda," he spoke. "Good morning, Mr. Redcap," Brenda replied and smiled. "You look tired this morning. Coffee's made. This is Paulina, our new dispatcher. She is a rapid learner." Dave noticed the 5'6" blonde with a perfect body. In his mind Pauline could have been an identical twin to Sabrina. A careful eye would have discerned many differences; however, Dave was not in a discerning mood this morning. "Good to have you at A2Z Paulina. You do want to be called Paulina?" Dave spoke matter-of-factly as he grabbed a cup of coffee; he hesitated in his usual path to the trucking bay. "Please call me 'Lina', Mr. Redcap," Paulina requested. Dave nodded and suppressed an odd desire to call her "Brina." "Lina it is," Dave stated. Having made the customary introduction he wandered to the trucking bay. Several men were on break. Dave used the opportunity to talk some shop. When they returned to work, Jack Lance approached him. "Don't worry Boss," Jack Lance said. "That hot little blonde you have housed in the basement was engaged in risky behavior." "Sex?" Dave Redcap asked with a frown. "Drugs." Jack replied. "So many college coeds get into the dealing scene and then drop out, either to go full-time with a cartel or to relocate and start a new beginning." Dave nodded. "I was troubled last night. She knows the layout of the dungeon and Toy. I took down the sim last night. Better safe than sorry." "Never trusted computers, never will," Jack interjected. "They only breed trouble." "Not always," Dave retorted. "But what you said makes sense. I plan to release Sabrina as soon as possible, none the worse for wear. Just a little time for the car to be processed and vanish into the general population." "Wise move," Jack responded. "Just don't let Sabrina see your face. Right now her abductor is way away and she doesn't know our faces or voices. I hope you can hold out on molesting her!" Jack smiled. Dave frowned. "I don't intend to make a bad situation worse," he appended. Jack's smirk annoyed him. He decided to drop by Queen of Angels for a quick Mass after work. He felt lucky to have Toy Euler to maintain the girl until her release was organized. 29 Dec 2009 Taunus Trumbo. Sabrina Ch. 03 Toy Euler enters the basement of Dave Redcap's mansion with a plastic jug of water, a stainless steel tray crowded with food, a single large spoon, and a role of thick single-ply toilet tissue. Sabrina had had a day and a night to study the room, looking for details to remember and identify the locale when she is freed. She has had no luck. All of the props were constructed from stock lumber. In fact, Dave had constructed them all himself to avoid any prudish public publication of his fantasies. After all, Toy was a sentient non-human-like gynoid. Toy was bringing food, water, and paper tissue to Sabrina. The food on the stainless steel try was military-style---no unique trace of individuality: roast beef slices at six o'clock, potatoes and dark brown beef gravy at ten o'clock, green cut beans, some with stems still attached at two o'clock. Atop the victuals was a dinner role off-center and near high noon. There was a coffee cup with pungent brew on the edge of the tray. Toy lacked originality in civilian food preparation. "Is this prison food?" Sabrina demanded. She was hungry and not about to have it taken away over some remark. Toy Euler went about setting out the items and did not immediately respond. "Am I talking to someone?" Sabrina queried. After arranging everything, Toy unplugged her umbilical cord from her backpack and plugged it into a wall outlet. "My sensors detected cocaine and methamphetamine residue on your clothes. I also found a substantial quantity of illegal substances in your purse. Certainly you are innocent bystander. You are engaged in 'at risk' behavior," Toy remarked. "What the fuck difference does that make?" Sabrina retorted. "Are you some kind of cop or vigilante?" Toy made a human female giggle as the suitable artificial intelligence response. She also wished to induce further conversation. "And the shower," Sabrina complained, "it has a button to hold down and when I release it, it stops! And I need clean clothes." Toy initiated a listening gesture and pose. Then she responded. "Master hopes to release you soon. It was necessary to incinerate the contraband, the illicit drugs as well as your purse and its contaminated contents." Toy Euler stated in a matter-of-fact tone. She stared Sabrina squarely in the eyes, robot to human, and said: "Master wishes no legal trouble. You will not be allowed to identify him." After a brief pause she continued: "And the trouble that illegal drugs bring will not be tolerated here. Soon you will have a generic issue of female clothes to your size, shape, and fit. The usual mufti: T-Shirt, bra, blue jeans, white cotton panties, and tennis shoes. All washed and dried six or seven times. Then the clothes that you are wearing will be incinerated." Sabrina noted the second use of the word "incinerated," indicating a possible pottery kiln or the like. From the hand-made wooden devices and all Sabrina surmised that the "Master" probably had a woodworking and pottery hobby shop or business. "As for the shower and toilet," Toy explained, "they are push-button operated both to conserve water and to keep you from trying to flood this basement. After a minute the valves have a minute refractory period." "I noticed that as well," Sabrina mentioned. She noticed the small roll of single ply toilet tissue. "Not enough for me to stop up the toilet, eh?" "True," Toy Euler agreed, "now I'll take your clothes." From above skillfully concealed cameras, Dave observed and listened. He was no voyeur, but this was a rare opportunity that fate had cast into his sample space, statistically speaking. It was certainly a "rare event." Dave Redcap made a mental note to rebuild the basement in its entirety. He had enjoyed using Toy and digitizing the two as avatars. The thought of using a real, live human girl was intriguing. But it was dangerous. The brief, short-term captivity would be excused as the peregrinations of a wayward, prodigal spoiled college coed engaging in "at risk" behavior. He had projected his basement dungeon onto 3D chat. But now that sim has been derezzed into the bit bucket of lost dreams, outdated avatars, and virtual land with unpaid tier taxes. Toy Euler: Hello again! Faustus Mortal: Did you iron out your problem? Toy Euler: Not really, but that's not the reason to hail you. Faustus Mortal: What is then? Toy Euler: I read where some physicist published the proton-neutron isospin as ln(4pi). Didn't you do that first? Faustus Mortal: I tried to. Posted it in a scientific forum. Toy Euler: That should give you authorship! Faustus Mortal: Well, it might. Only before I could post my model, the forum erased my post, labeled me as a "crackpot spammer," ejected me from the forum, and banned me forever. Toy Euler: Then, after a comfortable wait, some tenured teacher publishes it? Sounds very academic and proper to me. Faustus Mortal: I can't complain! Toy Euler blinks. Faustus Mortal: They don't have the model it came from. They ejected me too soon! Toy Euler laughs. Very academic, honest, and insightful. Toy Euler: /laugh Faustus Mortal: They need a solution to the energy enigma, conundrum. Toy Euler: You have it? Faustus Mortal: It? There is only one solution? Toy Euler: Do you have a solution? Faustus Mortal: Not telling. Toy Euler: Then publish it! Faustus Mortal: Can't... Banned as a crackpot spammer... Toy Euler curses. You are just a bluff. Faustus Mortal: You said it. Toy Euler: Then why do I feel like something is wrong. Here some idea turns up in print but I know there's prior authorship. Then money pours into academia and they still don't have a solution, a model, or a paradigm? Then your ass gets thrown to the wind then they publish your number without any idea where it came from or what generated it. I am like so confused. Faustus Mortal: Don't be. Consume less, recycle more, do without. That's the academic way. Cold rooms, meatless days, public transportation... and all the hell. Toy Euler: Sounds First World to me. Somedays I'm glad to be a gynoid. Faustus Mortal nods. 3 Jan 2010 Taunus Trumbo