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Sari Stone in Cyberspace

By: Taunus



Sari Stone is a coed freshman at a major university. She has been tested in high school and found to have an IQ of 155, which is very high indeed. She is taking Calculus, Chemistry, English, Physics, and Spanish. She is now in the second semester, having accrued a very high Grade Point Average (GPA) in the first semester. She had all "A's" except for Spanish, where she made a "B."

In high school Sari took the basic calculus course, one semester each of differential and integral calculus. She made a remarkable discovery: The derivative of the volume of a sphere turns out to be its surface; the derivative of the area of a circle turns out to be its circumference. Her teacher had never taken topology and did not understand that in some sense of the word that the derivative of a set is its boundary. Sari is also a science fiction aficionado. Some of her science fiction readings are leading her into the dark and treacherous regions of cyberspace. But she knows how to remain anonymous!

Still, she remains perplexed about the way that the calculus derivative of the volume of a sphere becomes its surface. The circle to its circumference is equally puzzling. Could the volume "morph" somehow into a surface? That would mean that the derivative would somehow have to assume fractional values! This is all too confusing for Sari. When she mentioned the very idea of a fractional derivative to her calculus instructor, a graduate student, he knew at once she was way beyond the common knowledge. Sari Stone could visualize the transformation from solid ball to hollow sphere as the function V(r) was differentiated "fractionally" to S(r), the surface. This type of "morphing" isn't freshman calculus at all!

Often ideas get buried in the busy work and make work of academia. Routine chores, homework, and test push many thoughts out of the way. A few scribbled lines in a diary are pushed aside and "out of sight" becomes "out of mind." In the hustle and bustle of her academics, Sari forgets her fractional derivatives and the derivative viewed as a boundary. She has less leisure to surf the net. Then, too quickly to believe, the semester is done and she has a free night with nothing to do. 

Looking in a full-length mirror, Sari is generally pleased with her "girl next door" image. She is five-foot-six, one hundred eighteen pounds, light brown hair, and measurements of 34B-25-34. It will be next January before she turns nineteen, so she has plenty of time to enjoy being "barely legal." She has dark, jade green eyes and an oriental complexion and the characteristic Chinese slant-eyes. She is the product of the union of a man of European descent and a woman of Chinese ancestry. Her gorgeous physique and blemish-free, flawless complexion is another blessing. 

While she is acutely aware of her sexuality and carnal cravings, Sari masks these animal drives and suborns them to her academic studies. At times the mathematics and physics seem to take on extra meanings---meanings sensual, sexual, or erotic in nature. But she brushes these anomalies and singularities aside. The important thing is to sustain her GPA. Her ultimate ambition is to attain a terminal degree and do advanced research. She wonders why Spanish was included in her curriculum instead of the traditional German. But one does what one's advisor suggests. Spanish doesn't seem overly scientific to her. 

With a deserted dorm and vacant computer terminals, Sari takes the bit in her teeth and quickly navigates around the firewall. She has an account from another student who had failed out and left her a "present" to play with. It is wrong and a little bit of indiscretion, but what is the harm? At least, she feels that surfing into some forbidden region with non-academic science fiction is innocuous. Sari searches for a solution to the energy conundrum among the darker Internet sites. 

The eighteen-year-old freshman is astonished and astounded to discover a character, who claimed a clean, cheap, copious energy source. It was none other than Faustus, who allegedly sold his immortal soul to the devil. He supported his claim with several formulas giving approximations to the mass ratios of various particles to the electron. The electron, and its antiparticle the positron, he claimed were the fundamentals; he claimed all other particles had pure geometrical derivations. The geometric arguments were not presented, only vague claims to some mathematical constructs. 

Sari is intrigued. She looks at the various formulas and tries her techniques of calculus. She differentiates the volume equation. It looks very promising. The original solid ball unwraps nicely into a hollow sphere. Then by integration, reversing the differentiation process, she is able to obtain one of the approximations. Now she begins a quest of locating this cenobite named Faustus and picking his brain of the model. Sari has 99% confidence that even if the energy source is not forthcoming that the adventure is worth the effort.

The fictional character "Faustus" is much like other mythical and legendary entities: big foot, Yeti, the Loch Ness monster, &c. The identity can also serve as a persona, or mask, for one with an agenda. Faustus did have some theories on the big bang and on penultimate energy production. He claimed that the ancient folklore about undoing creation by saying the name of God backwards might even have a kernel of truth in it. Once upon a time the human hiding behind the anonymity of Faustus was a graduate student in physics. Not only were his theories rejected---he was also! He was a military veteran; the military was held in low esteem by the physics faculty. They applied pressures on him. It worked; he became discouraged and left graduate school, taking his rejected theories with him.

Sari Stone begins her quest to locate the elusive and mysterious Faustus and determine whether or not his theories had substance or were just "smoke and mirrors." She knew all too well that if V(r) = (4/3)*pi*r^3 then for V'(r) = dV/dr = S(r) = 4*pi*r^2. The remarkable coincidence in Faustus's model is more than Sari is prepared to accept as "coincidence" or "pure chance." Since she discovered so much on her own, she was not afraid to explore. Other students would blindly accept some teacher's judgment, but Sari was the exception. 

Various saints and scholars had sought Faustus out to pick his brain when gasoline was selling at an exalted price. With the price of gas reduced, the urgency of finding a solution to the energy conundrum had abated. Having been pestered and hounded, Faustus retreated to his tiny virtual apartment and contemplated the vast unknown of human knowledge. The fundamental particle approximations and the possibility of success pique Sari's imagination. With the school account of Jane Smith, Sari sets out to locate the true avatar of Faustus and pick his brain. Not only is she intrigued by his numerology but his claim that to drive a non-linear system to ruin one must have a non-linear driver. Faustus claims that the men of present day science are trying to dissolve a non-linear system with a linear operator. Their approach is doomed prima facie to failure. 

It is three o'clock in the morning and Sari is still online searching for the elusive celibate cenobite Faustus. At last she locates someone who claims to be able to communicate with him. It is the avatar Toy Euler, who claims to share some corner of cyberspace with the man. While they share some virtual real estate, Faustus is only vaguely aware of her existence. This is not uncommon in cyberspace. Sari is excited. Then she remembers that she has not even begun to pack and is supposed to leave for home tomorrow. She decides to sleep in and leave the next day. A quick phone call home with a fib about an English paper solves her problem and allows her time to chat with this avatar. 

Toy Euler: This girl was offered to Faustus for his knowledge but he refused.

Toy Euler: This girl then escaped from her Master and has been hiding ever since.

Toy Euler: See, she still wears a collar!

Jane Smith: Yes, I can see it. 

Jane Smith: Can't you have it removed?

Toy Euler: No. A girl would have to seek out a blacksmith (a hacker).

Toy Euler: She might be discovered and turned over to the Master.

Jane Smith: I see! 

Jane Smith: I heard it through the grapevine that you might hook me up with Faustus? Is it possible?

Toy Euler: It is possible. I offered him friendship and he accepted. But he has never uttered a peep since; I am afraid to IM him, lest he remove me from the friend's list. 

Jane Smith: I see. But maybe it is worth a gamble. Just try for my sake!

Toy Euler: Mistress! What should a girl do? 

Jane Smith: Take a chance and give him my screen name.

Toy Euler: Yes, Mistress. 

Sari locks the terminal and leaves the chat world open. She hurries to her dorm room and starts throwing clothes into a suitcase. For sure she will be back on line soonest and might not have time to pack later. Tossing toilet articles into a plastic garbage bag, she hurries to the hall and finds a box for her books. Then she returns to the terminal to see what is going on. She calculates that it will take the hoary old curmudgeon Faustus some time to explain all to her.

Toy Euler: A girl has bad news Mistress!

Jane Smith: What is it?

Toy Euler: Master Faustus send a teleport and when a girl arrived her Master was there as well. He left word that the only way that You would be permitted to visit and talk with Faustus, the celibate cenobite, monk and philosopher, would be to submit to wearing a cybersex skin plugged into the computer's USB. And, of course, be on web cam and voice. 

Jane Smith: Outrageous!

Jane Smith: No way.

Jane Smith: What is it, some dildo and plugs?

Toy Euler: A girl thinks so. Her Master is calling her now. She must go.

Toy Euler: Send your real life mailing address to "Mephisto Diablo"

Toy Euler: ((This is his new screen name.))

Toy Euler: This is not negotiable. 

Jane Smith: No thanks.

Toy Euler: My Master's offer may only be open for a week at most.

Jane Smith frowns. 

Sari is disgusted at even the thought of plugs and dildos in her body cavities. She can not believe that anyone could be so bold to make such a proposal. As interesting as the conversation might be, she certainly wouldn't want to prostitute herself that way. She returns to her packing, this time in no hurry. The desire to understand the geometry behind the Big Bang is growing. Little by little she compromises in her mind and considers just what harm is it to anonymously be aroused, stimulated, and induced into orgasms. After all, her identity is safe. This is all anonymous. 

Sari has an uneventful trip home. Her parents came and fetched their precocious offspring. Sari is silent most of the trip. Responding concisely, her replies bordered on being laconic. Finally her mother queries her pointedly.

"Why are you so distant, Sari?" her mother asks.

"It's just some school thing," Sari answers. "I have been thinking about some fundamental physics problem, that's all." 

"School is out!" her father interjects. "What are your thoughts for the summer?"

"I'll work in mom's shop some and maybe take a course on the Internet," Sari replies. 

"Sounds fine to me," her father responds. Her mother nods. With her husband's remark she knows better than to press her daughter with more interrogation. 

In the hypnagogic state between consciousness and slumber Sari Stone is tormented by demons and devils. She is so curious about the theories of Faustus. But the demands of that creature Mephisto Diablo are so excessive. Still, Sari Stone has the alias of Jane Smith and can slip on anonymously! What harm could there be? Who would know? No one would be able to find out her true identity. And she would be able to resolve the energy conundrum! Web cams are grainy and lores (low resolution) at best. Even those who might know her would never make a positive identification. Sari has no birthmarks, tattoos, or distinguishing piercings. For sure she could also negotiate never to have her pic released by that servant of Satan. 

Sari writhes and twists are her libido fills her mind with the usual female fantasy of being bound and raped. She wakes up several times, drinks water, and sits on the toilet. Fortunately her parents are sound sleepers, or they would worry. He mother is the last person Sari will ever mention her fantasy to, for fear of exorcism or worse! Religion will go to no end to suppress healthy sexuality and bring forth the dark side. Basic black stands for secrecy. 

Out of darkness Sari has a vision. She sees a solid ball morph into a hollow sphere. The sphere then transforms into a punctured disk, a disk with area 4*pi*r^2, where r is the radius of the original solid ball. The fractional derivative morphs the area A(r) = 4*pi*r^2 into a circle of circumference 8*pi*r. Finally, new ball forms of radius 2*r and the standing wave is tangent and of length 4*pi. A foggy inversion and mapping process forms the new stable ball in three-space. The geometry is clear but the algebra and topology are confusing, convoluted, convolved, and complex---complex both mathematically and intellectually. Still, in her bewildered delirium she has the vision. 

Sari is not a religious girl. But she is smart and well-read. She did read the bible cover to cover, the Koran, and some occult Hebrew texts. As far as delirious visions go, she knows damned good and well to "tell a vision to no one." Unlike many damned souls in hell, she struggles to keep from blurting out her nightmare or scream in terror. She holds her secret and grew stronger from the effort. 

Although she has met the first obstacle and succeeded, there is the character Mephisto Diablo standing between her and the celibate cenobite. Had Sari studied a little more Christian, Hebrew, and Moslem demonology, she might have conjectured that the delirium driving her curiosity was an artifact. It could just be a coincidence planted by the dark side to trap the unsuspecting. There are those who do not believe in "all things visible and invisible." There are also those who have no fear of "things that go bump in the night." To Sari Stone, if the laws of physics can't explain it, then it doesn't exist at all.

Sari's mother, Melinda, is partnered with another woman in a boutique. The other lady's name is Fran. The store name is "Fran and Linda's Boutique." Sari works there part time, giving her mom and Fran long lunch breaks and rest days. There are times when business is slack and the computer, which serves as the business cash register, accounts receivable, and check protector, is idle. Sari is able to pop-up her 3D chat and go on line. She sent an IM to Faustus. Later she sent him a BMP file with her geometric construct. She is certain that the intricate, "to scale" drawings will fascinate and impress him. Those few confidents she showed the image were muchly enthralled, enchanted, enslaved, and entrapped by the arcane, Byzantine image and the hypnotic surrealism. But she is writing more to express than to impress. Why won't that hermit respond?

Sari Stone recalls Toy Euler's words: "submit to wearing a cybersex skin plugged into the computer's USB... be on web cam and voice... not negotiable." Sari logs on and pulls up the profile of Mephisto Diablo. He belongs to the most outrageous, lewd, lascivious, licentious, lecherous groups in cyberspace. His favorite picks are diabolical and demonic. She is disgusted and closes the browser. Now she has uneasiness as if she had done something wrong but hadn't been caught. Sari promises herself not to use the computer at work again. She also makes a vow to herself to avoid those dark, depraved dungeons and places pushing perverse pleasures. 

The Prince of Darkness has a favorite ally. That is boredom. The quotidian, mundane, and banal things lead inextricably to ennui. Not being a Church-going gal, Sari Stone fancies herself as a Druid or a Buddhist. And why not? What is the harm anyway? The girl Jane Smith has merged into a coven of eco-terrorists and, if luck is on her side, should be invisible to the government's radar for a decade or more. Jane Smith tossed aside all electronic devices and dropped off the cybernet security grid. That is the way of the hard-core ecologist!

Sari can almost form the entire image of the formation of the proton from the positron, the muon from the electron, and the neutron from the merging wave distributions of the proton and the electron. But there is a step or two missing and no amount of pretending can set it right. Only that celibate cenobite could have such "Third Knowledge." Why isn't he answering her IMs or queries? 

Tossing and turning for hours Sari can stand it no more. She powers up the computer and types in her real life address onto an IM to Mephisto Diablo. She then erases it and types in the store's address. Tomorrow she will tell Fran that a girl named Jane Smith placed an order through the store and it will arrive via FedEx. She asks Fran to hold it, unopened for her. This did not seem at all unusual to Fran. A small business is concerned about customer wishes.

Old Faustus had said that to undo some things it helps to know how they are put together. Knowing the construction of the proton and particles other than the elementary electron and positron might give some idea as to their conversion into energy. The neutron, after all, is "nearly stable," with a half-life of about eleven minutes. Faustus claimed that modern physicists are slamming proton against proton in the same manner as trying to open a combination lock with a sledge hammer. Opening it in such a manner destroys the inner workings. How much better it is to ascertain the combination. Faustus gave his "combination" to the proton: "Left 64, Right 48, Left eight, Right zero, and open!" Sari can see the philosophical correctness of Faustus's argument. She wants to be the one to propose a clean, copious, cheap energy source. The ramifications are obvious. But the price that Mephisto Diablo set is dear for a conservative, modest barely-legal virgin. More than being the "anal virgin" of porn, Sari Stone was so attentive to her studies that her hymen was intact and her virginity was preserved. 

The package arrives after a few days. It is part of a larger shipment and came, joyfully when Sari was alone minding the shop. Now she can secure the package without even having to ask Fran. This felicitous arrangement exceeds her wildest expectations. It was almost as if the fates conspire to bring her into cybersex! In many ways the eighteen-year-old coed was intensely curious as to the contents, use, and effect of the apparatus. 

Once home Sari makes a quick trip to her bedroom. Behind the large headboard is a space, just enough to secure the package. Once, Sari hid a dirty magazine there for several weeks. She then tossed it away. This time it is different. She needs a clear coast to surf the web. Her parents would be aghast and never trust her again if she were caught in the throws of an orgasm with appliances wired into the portals of a computer. It would be so, so "out of character." 

Night after night Sari Stone dreams of becoming an Edison, an inventor on a cosmic scale. Navigating among the stars of the galaxy and "burning" the loose particles emanating from the solar wind. She can even see going to the black hole in the center of the galaxy, riding on sails of stellar winds and accelerating to mimic gravity and gain relativistic effects. But she can not figure out what it would take to travel to another galaxy. Maybe one would have to tap a star and direct all its energy into a stream? Maybe a black hole somehow could be used? Then there was the undercurrent lust and longing, the thrill of forbidden fruit. 


Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 02



Sari_Stone_2

Mephisto Diablo is a demon, of sorts. Demons are really angels on the dark side of things. They also belong to a structured society. Like all beings, mortal and immortal, they are subject to rules and discipline. Mephisto promised an eighteen-year-old college coed, Sari Stone, an audience with the celibate cenobite and recluse scholar Faustus. He placed many conditions on her. She met each of his obscene demands. Now it is dessert time. Mephisto is having a problem. 

Mephisto Diablo: Brother Faustus! A moment of your time, please.

Faustus Mortal: WTF do you want now?

Mephisto Diablo: Could I impose on you to grant a short audience to a charming girl? 

Faustus Mortal: You know that I don't entertain students anymore.

Mephisto Diablo: But this is a small exception.

Faustus Mortal: You went and made a promise didn't you?

Mephisto Diablo nods.

Faustus Mortal: Now your ass is between a rock and a hard place. And---you want me to bail (Baal) you out, don't you? You are just SOL old spirit.

Mephisto Diablo grins nervously.

Mephisto Diablo: Didn't I give you some grand ideas?

Faustus Mortal: I prayed to Yahweh and you tricked me!

Mephisto Diablo: Prayers are prayers. 

Faustus Mortal: And I was ridiculed and humiliated as a result.

Mephisto Diablo: You should have heeded the advice: "Tell a vision to no man."

Faustus Mortal: But a woman's ok?

Mephisto Diablo: "Man" in the classical sense of the word. 

Faustus Mortal: No matter. I am not in a mood to see a girl.

Mephisto Diablo: She is pretty, beautiful in fact. 

Faustus Mortal: I am a celibate cenobite, vegetarian, and transcendental contemplator. 

Mephisto Diablo: Just this one favor. I can reward you! 

Faustus Mortal: With another of your tricks? No thanks. Once burned twice shy. Or, as said: "Trick me once, shame on you. Trick me twice, shame on me!"

Mephisto Diablo: Faustus, please. He will be furious with me. I could get "fired," if you get my drift. This is no joking matter. Just name your price, tell me your black heart's desire, make a deal! Bargain! This is a seller's market. 

Faustus Mortal: Mephisto Diablo, in His name be gone!

Mephisto Diablo is off line.

Sari Stone's parents return home within an hour of each other. Her mother, Melinda, arrives first. She notices Sari and comments: "You look pale girl. Didn't Fran bring you some 'eats'?" 

"Yes, mom," Sari replies. "I just had a severe period and a cold, that's all."

"I want you to rest in bed this whole weekend, Sari," her mother commands. "Your father will be home shortly and I'll have him stop on the way and pick up some soup at the Chinese restaurant. Do you want Wanton or Chicken Noodle soup?" 

"Chicken is fine," Sari answers. Her belly hurts from the implanted oval-shaped device in her uterus. It is drawing power from her every motion. It generates and stores energy as internal coils move in the earth's magnetic field, cutting magnetic lines of force. It gains power and begins its mission to monitor and report on Sari. It will "squawk" her location, blood pressure, pulse rate, temperature, and many other items in compact, short bursts. 

While Mephisto has managed to subjugate Sari in many ways, he has failed to arrange her meeting with Faustus. This is a matter of honor and integrity. The angel of darkness deflowered Sari and has invaded her privacy in the worst ways. He assumed that the hoary old curmudgeon would leap at the opportunity to explain his flawed theories to a brilliant young scholar. But he overestimated the power of his persuasion. 

In the past, every time the crusty cenobite would set aside the formative construct for the proton or a possible schema for the decomposition of the proton into a positron with much, much energy produced, Mephisto would pour out a new paradigm or mathematical coincidence. The underlying argument, like some oriental country's products, would "almost work." And Faustus would try again to explain the near approximations and their underlying constructs. Finally enough was enough. The best results were rejected by referees. It was time to cut his losses. 

Sari's mother insists that her daughter take a few days off from the store. Sari does not disagree since she has fallen a bit behind in her Internet class. The experiences with Mephisto had changed the impressionable young eighteen-year-old college student, now a sophomore. Sari finds her dreams rife and replete with sexual and pornographic images. She masturbates in her bed in the dark of night. And she is taking up where Faustus left off, unbeknown that the coincidences and constructs are merely culs-de-sac. And maybe even the works of the Prince of Darkness himself!

Sari drops her mother off and says that she is going for a check up at the community hospital. She drives over to the hospital and inquires about an appointment with Nurse Warren. Sari hopes to have the oval-shaped device removed from her womb. She is surprised---but not totally unprepared---for the result that there is no such person. Mephisto is, after all, an illusive character with much technology.

Meanwhile Mephisto has tracked down Sari's residence. The oval-shaped device is also a GPS. It takes many cross-checks to learn that an eighteen-year-old college sophomore resides there. Then at last out pops the name: Sari Stone. Eventually, given enough information, her social is located, her college transcripts are downloaded, and much, much more is learned about this exceptional person. Mephisto Diablo hopes to gain release from his promise to let Sari meet with Faustus by making a counter offer. 

Sari is busy doing her homework on line when an e-mail notice pops up. It is from Toy Euler. At first Sari wishes to disregard it completely. She has no intention of retrieving the box from behind her headboard again. Besides, with parents liable to barge in unannounced, it would be "suicide" to plug in all those horrid wires and tubes. 

Sari finishes up her Internet homework and realizes that she is still tethered to Mephisto. She has a device inside her body which she does not understand and cannot remove. She decides to go online. But she will not be the submissive collared slave girl. Sari Stone elects an avatar resembling the "girl next door," blue jeans, tennis shoes, T-shirt, and pony tail. The Heads Up Display (HUD) is still there. She cannot close it. All of the items are gray except the egg-shaped apparatus. She IMs Toy Euler and Toy sends her a teleportation request (tp). 

Toy Euler is naked except for a steel collar bearing the name "Mephisto." She is kneeling with her legs spread widely apart, revealing her engorged privates. Opening Toy's HUD Sari asks the one question that she was to shy to ask before. Before she can utter the question Toy greets: "Greetings Mistress." Now the roles are truly reversed. 

"You are Artificial Intelligence (AI) aren't you girl?" Sari asks.

"Yes Mistress," Toy answers. "Please, Mistress, let me relate some information."

Sari stands akimbo. She is now the one in control, albeit she has been duped by Mephisto. "Go ahead, girl," she commands.

Toy goes to voice chat, removing any possibility of logging the conversation. "Master Mephisto is in trouble with the Powers-that-be. He must somehow placate you or change that celibate scholar's mind. The second seems unlikely." 

"Is he AI?" Sari interjects.

"A girl does not know, Mistress," Toy replies. "Please let a girl continue, Mistress."

"Continue," Sari responds. 

"Mistress has been given a uterine transducer," Toy speaks. "It is also a Global Positioning System (GPS). Soon and very soon Mephisto will locate you in real life and discover your true identity. For sure you are a true genius. The device is not just passive. It will embed itself into your tissue over time and allow Mephisto certain abilities. For sure you are shy to tell your parents."

Sari nods. Mom and dad can easily understand her loss of her virginity to some robust, strapping young lad. But for her to submit to a machine is a bit much? And the uterine device would be a bitter pill to swallow. 

"Master Mephisto is already able to measure Mistress's temperature, pulse rate, blood pressure, and breathing. He can tell if you are awake or asleep, he can tell when you ovulate, menstruate, urinate, or defecate. He knows whether you are sitting, reclining, or standing. In time he will be able to tell when you are sexually aroused, disgusted, afraid, or stressed. He gathers information. You probably thought that the web camera on your computer was too low resolution (lores) for him to make a high resolution (hires) face print or do facial recognition. But that isn't so. He uses statistical averaging and curve fiting to ascertain your physique. Already a very highly detailed avatar is being detailed and digitized of you. Someday, when chat rooms are even better, you will be there in all your naked splendor." Toy is speaking in voice chat. 

Sari shudders and trembles slightly. She has no idea of such possibilities. Now she is apprehensive. She mulls over telling her parents everything and seeing a gynecologist or internal medicine surgeon. Her embarrassment is acute. The humiliation of seeing her exact image displayed in pornographic sites is overwhelming. She thought that the anonymity of the Internet would protect her. Now she thinks that Mephisto has leverage. On the other hand, now is a good time to insist on Faustus and nothing else. That is her only ace in the hold.

Typing fingers pound out her demand. "I want to meet with Faustus. He is the hope of clean, copious, cheap energy. I want to be the one to propose the solution to the energy conundrum." Sari Stone insists. Does she really believe in the celibate cenobite and recluse scholar? Or is she just trying to leverage Mephisto Diablo. After all, Toy did say that the evil architect was in deep trouble with the "Powers-that-be." 

Toy types again: "This girl has not seen Him, Mistress. And she is limited to this avatar and this tiny room in cyberspace. See, Mistress, this girl's collar has a chain linked to a floor ring. This girl is a 'Tower Slave,' condemned to spend all eternity in this one cell. But she is AI, so that is not a problem. At least not at this present level of technology."

Jane Smith: Once and for all, is Mephisto a human being or not?

Toy Euler: This girl does not know, Mistress.

Toy Euler: He passes each and every Turing Test.

Toy Euler: He is knowledgeable on human emotions and psychology.

Jane Smith: Will he show up on my doorsteps?

Toy Euler: Definitely not! The Powers-that-be wouldn't allow it.

Jane Smith: So, he is constrained?

Toy Euler: Absolutely. 

Toy Euler: Mistress must know that Master Mephisto will try and get you to use the cybersex devices again. He is "bound and determined" in that way!

Jane Smith: That figures. 

Jane Smith: What we have here is a stand-off.

Jane Smith: What is the best thing to do about this device inside my belly?

Toy Euler: This girl cannot say. Perhaps Mistress can wait a while to see what Master Mephisto proposes and negotiate a remove without parents or authorities becoming involved?

Jane Smith: That makes sense. 

The next week passes with little incident. Sari senses the device inside of her functioning. She does find some deep depraved delight in her increased sexuality. Now her dreams have sexual content. She enjoys dreaming of being controlled, bound, and raped. Sometimes she wakes in the night to find her pussy wet and her vagina tightly constricted. She wonders: how much is her self-awareness? How much is a result of her cybersex? And how much is a result of the oval of revolution inside her uterus? The dreams are graphic, intense, and euphoric. 

For a girl who had never experienced an orgasm before eighteen, Sari Stone is immersed in sexuality and sensuality. She waits and sure enough, before long, she receives e-mail from Mephisto Diablo himself. He wants to come to terms with "Jane Smith." He now addresses her as Sari Stone and uses her usual e-mail address supplied by her Internet Service Provider (ISP). In exchange for her disavowing her demand to meet with Faustus Mortal he will agree to have her uterine device removed. Sari wants more than a mere return to the status quo. 

She replies to the e-mail. She mentions the chat logs and web cam pictures. "What about that avatar of me?" she inquires.

He replies that the avatar will become her with total copyright and patent. It was a very expensive undertaking for him; however, in light of all that has occurred, it seems fair. 

Sari decides that this is all just about returning to the origin. She lost her virginity and suffered a maximum. She wants more than "bygones be bygones." And, besides, what about those theories and constructs of Faustus? She demands to know if they are correct or not! 

Mephisto says that he does not know about physics and stuff like that. He just let the hoary old curmudgeon conjure up the numbers and geometry. That fails to satisfy Sari Stone. She knows damned good and well that all those years that Faustus found threads and coincidences should have unearthed something. It couldn't have all been smoke and mirrors. Things are going to get rough. 

Mephisto can monitor and track and stimulate Sari to some degree. The full strength of the device takes time. And Mephisto Diablo is constrained as well. He is not the Prince of Darkness Himself. He must answer to the Powers-that-be. And now some of the saints and scholars who pestered Faustus are searching for the person behind the Jane Smith avatar. It seems that the real Jane Smith got busted putting steel spikes in trees. She spilled all the beans, including what little she knew about the genius girl she gave her student screen name and account to! 

Unable to communicate with Faustus, the saints and scholars are looking for a "back door." This type of attention is unwanted and toxic in the worst way for the sinister stygian antagonist Mephisto. The Powers-That-Be behind him abhor the light of day. And with good reason as well. The saints are difficult to buy, manipulate, or bribe. And they never forget. 

11/28/2008 Taunus 



Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 03



In the days following her conversation with Mephisto, Sari Stone realizes that his sinister device implanted into her is gaining information and influence over her. She endures knowing that school will begin again soon. At the university she will deal with the situation on her own terms. It is a calculated gamble. 

School will begin soon at the university. Sari Stone convinces her Mom and Dad to send her off early. She will leave for school on the first day that the dorms open rather than on registration day. She wants the opportunity to go to the university medical center and inquire about what can be done with respect to the devilish implant in her uterus. She also wants to keep this affair from her mother and father. She is certain that they could weather a pregnancy, but something on this order of magnitude? She is totally unsure. 

As soon as she secures her belongings in her room, she leaves for the student infirmary in the university medical center. There she is directed to the resident physician on call, Dr. Cakewalk. There is little going on, few students, and many of the staff are on vacation or paid leave. Sari wastes no time in explaining her situation.

"I can explain what happened but right now I want you to help me remove a device, a sinister apparatus from inside my uterus," Sari Stone states. The physician assumes that it is an Inter-Uterine Device (IUD). Sari immediately continues: "This is no IUD. Now listen to me! Take an X-Ray right now and you will understand. OK?" 

Dr. Cakewalk is aghast at her forthright attitude. He decides to comply, figuring that little could be gained by argument. He writes out a direction to X-Ray for an abdominal film "Stat." Sari scurries down to radiology for her X-Ray. There are few people around. This is good, Sari decides. She knows that once the X-Ray is done that all hell will break loose.

When the X-Ray is developed and viewed by the radiologist, he nearly has a heart attack. Dr. Norman, the radiologist calls Dr. Cakewalk and demands that he come to radiology immediately. Dr. Cakewalk inquires as to why he should come there. Why not just send the girl back with the film?

Dr. Norman quickly explains: "This room is a lead-lined Faraday cage, Doctor. What we have here is some kind of tracking device and sensor. It is patently illegal and the technology is beyond state-of-the art. I am also calling the FBI. This is a serious problem. Get your ass down here now!" Dr. Cakewalk decides that he'd better do what was being requested of him. 

The two physicians study the X-Ray film. "The fewer that know about this, the better," Dr. Norman explains. "This may even be alien technology!" 

"Pschaw!" Dr. Cakewalk replies. Then he points to some lines emanating from the oval of revolution, the implanted "egg." "What is that?" he asks the radiologist.

"Those are antennae and sensors running up her fallopian tubes and circling her ovaries. Removal of this device is dangerous. If it is a tracking device, we need to move her at once to a safe location. I suggest we get the FBI to lend us an armored vehicle, so that no radio waves can be sent to whoever is monitoring this young lady." Dr. Norman explains. Dr. Cakewalk agrees. 

Two FBI agents appear and the four all go into the X-Ray room where Sari is still sitting on the table, wearing only a hospital gown. She is slightly embarrassed for being so displayed in front of doctors and men wearing gray flannel business suits and sporting firearms. 

"We are relocating you for a few days, Sari," the senior special agent explains. "At least until we sort this situation out. You will need to make a full statement. We know that it may be difficult, even embarrassing. Only the four of us and yourself will be involved. This is an unusual situation."

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Sari Stone's Statement

Last year, while studying physics at the university, I found an article from someone claiming a clean, cheap, copious energy supply. His screen name was Faustus. I tried to track him down---but without success. He had several remarkable coincidences and some rather convincing geometric persuasions. His philosophy was also correct. He felt that intelligent life did not evolve simply to die in its own excrement. He detailed a view of evolution starting with microorganisms built only from Hydrogen, Oxygen, Nitrogen, and Carbon. Then, as metazoan appears more elements are added: Calcium, Iron, Sodium, and Chlorine. Still higher up the evolutionary ladder, other elements are added such as Zinc, Potassium, and Sulfur. Still all is chemistry. Atomic isotopes cannot be discerned. Only the mind of man was able to construct the periodic table.

And, beyond energy from splitting the nucleus of the atom or from fusion of two atoms, Faustus claimed to directly convert mass into energy. He wanted to decompose a proton into energy plus a free positron. He claimed to have a scheme describing the formation of the proton at the Big Bang. He said that to undo something it is beneficial to know how it is done. Like the conjurer claiming to undo creation by reciting the name of god backwards. He had many coincidences but a weak theory.

Then I ran into Toy Euler on the web. She offered me a chance to meet Faustus if I would perform some lewd acts. I refused at first. Then she presented a log of an on line conversation. It was convincing. Faustus did have a model. Maybe not a perfect model, but a serious model anyway. I decided to make an anonymous avatar. I had a screen name and an account from another student. I knew that it was wrong, but what's the harm? Everybody "borrows" an identity here or there. This was just for chatting. 

Then this creep Mephisto Diablo comes along with a promise to hook me up with that wacky Faustus if I would do lewd acts on line. He even sent me a cybersex controller box. I went along. It was a big mistake. I went the whole distance. I was a virgin. His cybersex vagina plug dilated my hymen. Then the last demand was for me to have this device implanted. I went to the community hospital and Nurse Warren inserted it. When Mephisto didn't hold up his end of the bargain, I went back to the community hospital looking for Nurse Warren. No one had heard of her and there was no record of any such person on the staff.

I was embarrassed and ashamed. I endured this device for several weeks because I didn't want the parents to find out. I learned that Mephisto is preparing a life-like avatar of me and has learned my real identity. 

I really believe that there is hope for mankind. Faustus offered the best scheme yet. His theories are philosophically correct. But I never learned how he intended to decompose the proton. Whatever he planned, it is with him in his secret refuge on the Internet. He may even be an AI "bot," not even a human being. Mankind needs a cheap, clean, copious energy source. This was, this is, this will be "One Stone Unturned."

Signed      Date

/S/     (date)

Sari Stone

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The four---two physicians and two special FBI agents---read the statement. There are some misdemeanors involved, but nothing prosecutable. The identity switch was done, after all, by mutual consent and no money was involved. The fact that the device cannot be removed is a concern. The consensus is to try and locate, then apprehend this character Mephisto Diablo and convince him to undo the damage that has been done to the girl. Clearly he is perpetrating felonies. The consensus also was that Faustus is merely an empty suit, not any sentient being and that his theories are specious. Even he has refuted them. 

"The cybersex apparatus," the first FBI agent asks, "did you bring it?"

"No," Sari answered, "it's behind the headboard of my bed." 

"We could get a search warrant," the second agent suggested. 

"No," the first agent retorted. "We have the element of surprise. He does not know that Sari has gone to the authorities. When Sari goes home next she can retrieve it." 

"We could have a spook get it," the second agent pressed on. "Sari could loan us a key and we could pose as cable TV or the like?" 

"I think it's best to see what happens and play it close hold," the first agent decided. The group agrees. Sari is to be given a secured Internet site to "copy and paste" anything from Mephisto. The idea that he has to secure some "release" from Sari for failing to introduce her to Faustus is just another "come on," at least in everyone's opinion. This is just some Internet pervert. If only Sari was still seventeen then he could be hung out for kiddy porn charges! 

"Can we get the services of some electronics whiz to figure out just how this device works?" Dr Cakewalk asks. 

"We have an operative who can back engineer any black box," the second agent answers. "He will determine as much as possible and try and decode the workings of the apparatus. Meanwhile, let's put some two-inch-thick steel plates around that dorm room before the students start arriving. Mephisto will think that it is a 'dead zone.' And the battery won't charge in the room either." They all smiled at this idea. "Furthermore," the first agent suggested, "Let's ensure that she has a private room. Just in case some embarrassing events unfurl." 

After many sonograms, CAT Scans, electronic "sweeps" and the like, Sari is taken back to her dorm room. The next morning a special construction team will evacuate everyone from the dorm, install the steel plates, and patch everything up as if nothing ever happened. The operative has begun to study the X-Ray film and all the other information. Sari is also given a transmitter device, embedded in her cell phone, to rebroadcast anything emanating from the uterine apparatus.

A letter comes while everyone is outside waiting on whatever construction is going on. The few early-bird residents were told that a water line burst and the toilets were overflowing. They were told a clean-up crew needed unrestricted access. Without having to cope with residents getting in the way, they promised that the job would be done before nightfall. Staying out of the dorm for the day wasn't too great of a burden.

The resident manager sees Sari at the Student Union Building (SUB) and brings her a small package. Sari thanks her and searches for a secluded spot in the campus "grove" to open the mysterious package. It is a pair of earrings for pierced ears. There is a note: "Please wear." Sari calls her handler, the first FBI agent and they arrange to meet. This may be the opportunity.

The agent recognizes the ear ring as a tiny clandestine speaker. It is very sharply frequency sensitive. He tells Sari to "re-broadcast" the monologue through her cell phone. She attaches the earrings. They are activated. It is Mephisto. Either his is a human voice or the artificial voice synthesizer is beyond state-of-the-art. Advanced technology is not to be discounted. 

"You dorm room is a dead zone, Sari," Mephisto announces. Are you alone? Nod your head if you are. Shake sideways if you are not." Sari nods her head; the agent takes notes. "Can you feel your vagina undulating? Soon your vulva will be damp and then your honey nectar will spill and wet your clothes. See how the little device inside you has learned? You have learned to love to cum. Now whenever I desire I can make you cum repeatedly and stay aroused. What is your pleasure? I desire release from our contract. I will give you Toy Euler?"

Sari shakes her head "no."

"Alright then," Mephisto concludes. "Enough for the day! We will see who you enjoy other induced responses. Maybe being wet in public isn't inducement enough? Soon I will control your sphincters as well---fore and aft---and we will see how you feel about incontinence and inability to be anal retentive."

The FBI operative is known as "Jack." He feeds the voice into a complicated voice analyzer. Although it is mathematically true that one cannot "hear the shape of a bell," it is also true that one can model a voice box perfectly by "back engineering" the voice. Still the mysterious abilities of the oval puzzle Jack. After some research on the size and shape of the "egg," he ascertained that it was a solid of revolution---the original curve being an oval of Cassini, with particular transcendental ratios of its parameters. Hair-like cilia attach into the neighboring tissues and two antennae worked their way up the girl's fallopian tubes. 

Sari dumps all of the e-mail from Mephisto into the trash. She does read Toy Euler's e-mail since she supposes that the AI "bot" may have a bit of the truth in her assessment of Mephisto and those who constrain him. Not only that, Sari is beginning to want to enjoy sex with Toy. She makes a note to return home and fetch her Cybersex material---to turn over to the authorities, of course. But is it really that or could it be that she wants some fun and pleasure with Toy?

The earrings from Mephisto are Goth, not at all Sari's style. But she decides to "go Goth" to accommodate the Leitmotiv. The avatar for the "CyberGoth Chick" is awful! Mephisto has such poor taste in jewelry and avatars. However, if it's true what he says, she will soon see her exact replica as an avatar, perhaps a slut of the lowest order. 

The weekend arrives and Sari goes home for a visit. She looks much better and is relaxed and at ease. She tells her parents that school is going well. Her mother asks who her roommate is. Sari quickly makes up a name, then replies: "She is a Goth Chick, we don't have much in common." 

Her mother notices the antique earrings and comments: "Those are tenth century! If that's not Gothic I don't know what is! But I guess that "Goth" isn't the same as Gothic is it?" 

"It isn't," Sari answers. "It's a gift from my roommate." She changes the subject and asks about the boutique. Sari's father does notice a subtle change. But he keeps his tongue silent. Sometimes saying nothing is a good idea. The next day Sari packs all of her cybersex material and flattens the FedEx box. She wants nothing to be left behind. For sure Mephisto and who knows else is aware of her true identity.

Having a private, sound proof room is a true luxury. Sari yields to temptation and wires up her cybersex devices. She starts with the pussy and anal plugs. Next the cybersex bra goes on. She knows that the catheter and enema sockets won't be used. Then, at last, she puts on the VR helmet. She knows that Toy Euler will be available. After all, she is an AI "bot," and Artificial Intelligence beings don't need sleep, rest room breaks, or other "down time."

Sari comes on as a slave girl wearing diaphanous, pellucid, gossamer, translucent silks. Toy Euler is totally nude except for a collar. Sari has tubes and bulb pumps hanging in her stride. Toy motions for Sari to mount the Saint Andrew's cross. She begins by massaging Sari's breasts and clitoris. After a little foreplay, Toy begins to pump up the inflatable devices in Sari's vagina and rectum. Sari groans with arousal. She knows that she must climax and have a true orgasm before the indwelling plugs will be deflated. 

Inside Sari a device measures all her vital signs and reports on the HUD. It is clear that Sari has truly become a submissive and cannot go for an extended period of time without being used and abused. Toy Euler certainly intends to do both. Somewhere in the background Mephisto lurks. He must be staring through the webcam and listening to the sounds of arousal. The question is: "Will Mephisto allow the removal of Sari's uterine device or not?" It may depend on just how constrained this demon really is. What is known, anyway, about the hierarchy of angels of darkness? 

1/30/2008 Taunus



Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 04



It is Sunday. Tomorrow Sari Stone must turn over all of the devilish appliances, plugs, transducers, the VR helmet, and the like, to Dr. Cakewalk and the two special agents. But that is tomorrow. Tomorrow is a business day. Even though Jack the hacker might listen in and Mephisto might observe, Sari can see no reason not to pleasure herself for the few remaining hours. After all, Toy Euler never needs sleep or rest. She is insatiable as well. And Sari is rapidly becoming that way. If only Monday could wait a few more delicious hours? 

Sari lubricates and inserts the two plugs, one in her vagina and the other in her rectum. The vaginal plug, or pussy plug, is shaped like a shrivel penis when deflated. Upon inflation it almost throbs with irregular veins and a perfect bowed angle or erection and direction. The anal plug, on the other hand, is tapered, almost like a classic coke bottle. It is designed to prevent easy expulsion, the taper working against normal peristaltic motion. The base has a wide flange to prevent the plug from working itself in too deeply and presenting a removal problem. Deflated it is cylindrical with a hard, flat, circular base. 

The bra is thick latex with assorted clamps, wires, and pneumatic tubes. These are to allow simulated pinching, poking, prodding, pulling, or shocking with electricity. The back locks and is self-tightening, like the uncomfortable seatbelts in rental cars, always tightening with every squirm or motion. The Virtual Reality (VR) helmet has a 3D screen and sound as well as an intense mapping of magnetic vectors. Much can be determined about the inner workings of the mind by its effect on the magnetic lines of force passing in and out. Only the technology is lacking! But somehow Mephisto has a leg up on it. After all, he is a soulless creature. Could Mephisto be AI as well?

All of the wires, tubes, and cables run from Sari into a "black box." There pneumatic pumps inflate and stopcocks deflate the "inflatables," while wires carry information and energy. Sari goes on line. Toy Euler is waiting for her. Somewhere in the background Jack is monitoring everything and is doubly anxious to get his hands on the equipment. Mephisto is also lurking. His ace in the hold is the fiendish uterine device in Sari. Dr. Cakewalk deems it too difficult of a surgical task. But, with a deeper and more thorough understanding of the overall situation---or should the device pose a serious health problem to Sari---his opinion might be subject to change. 

Such is the Sunday situation as Toy Euler pumps up Sari's pussy plug and anal plug and begins the arousal process. Warm, soft lips simulate osculation on human breasts. Sari's comely clit is rubbed, pinched, pulled, and twisted. She groans with pleasure and pain. More and more Sari is drawn into BDSM; more and more she is becoming a Goth girl, starting with the gift of earrings from Mephisto. Then comes an IM! It is Jane Smith. She is out on bail and is looking for somewhere to crash for a few days. The militant ecologists are long on rhetoric and dedication but short on cash and material resources. Sari has homework and things to do and she wants desperately to experience many orgasms before start of business Monday morning. What a disappointment! 

Jane Smith: Sari! How are you doing? I need a place to flop for a few days.

Jane Smith: Jane, we are both logged on under the same USERID!

Jane Smith: But we know who is who!

Jane Smith: What happened?

Jane Smith: We were busted. And the strangest things have happened.

Jane Smith: Do tell.

Jane Smith: I have been accosted by strangers---religious and radicals---asking about some wacky monk.

Jane Smith: What do you make of that?

Jane Smith: It's a long story not worth telling. 

Jane Smith: Where are you now?

Jane Smith: Over at the library.

Jane Smith: I am in Hoar Hall, Room 2006. There are two beds but only me here.

Jane Smith: On the way.

Jane Smith: Got any snacks? I'm famished.

Jane Smith: Oodles! 

Jane Smith: Coolies!

Jane Smith: Do I need to fetch anything?

Jane Smith: I have some traveling money.

Jane Smith: We are fine---for now!

Jane Smith nods.

Jane Smith is off line.

Sari answers the door even before Jane Smith has time to knock. Jane walks into a Spartan room. "Are you the cenobite that the religious are crazy about?" Jane asks. 

"No," Sari answers. "That is the reclusive scholar Faustus. He once claimed to have some energy ideas. They got shot down and he gave up academia for the life of a monk. Some kind of celibate cenobite. Makes no sense to me at all." 

"Oh, you have changed, Sari," Jane remarks seeing the black box and butt plug and all the paraphernalia. "You said I was radical!" Sari blushes deeply. She didn't realize the implications and was out of time. Besides, she knows that she can trust Jane. 

"Oh this?" Sari stammered, "It came in the mail, but FedEx in fact. Tomorrow I'm to turn it in to the FBI." 

"Is that why those tubes are lubricated and the red LEDs are lit? I think you were doing a little 'independent research' myself," Jane remarks. "You have changed and so have I. Those few days in jail did a lot to curb my appetite for radical thinking. The sex in the woods was good. I have to hand it to those radical ecologists and their outdoor lifestyle for building a libido." 

"How long are you planning to camp here, Jane," Sari asked. She is a bit apprehensive of the scrutiny from the agents, the spook, and Dr. Cakewalk.

"Only a few days," Jan replies. "Just enough time to make some connections with my parents' lawyer and see about getting some money. I may even move back home. Fancy that." 

Sari is wearing a bathrobe and Jane [is wearing] the usual mufti: blue jeans, tennis shoes, a T-shirt and bra, and---since it was chilly---a heavy jacket. Jane notices Sari's elevator eyes. She shifts her gaze from Jane's crotch to her breasts but never makes eye contact. Jane pulls off her T-shirt and bra. "They are all yours, darling," Jane murmurs. Sari is slow at first, then touches Jane and in an instant she is kneading the flesh while Jane peels back the bathrobe and works her hands from shoulders down flanks and to Sari's carved ivory derriere. The web cam continues its feed. Jack and Mephisto are each enchanted, enthralled, enticed, and entangled in the robust erotic scene. 

Soft, pouty lips kiss soft pouty lips. Tongues dart back and forth while hands invade each other's Holy of Holies. Jane even massages Sari's perfectly proportioned pearl, feeling it engorge and become tumescent with sanguine arousal. The congested pudendal blood in her vulva makes Sari twist and squirm while Jane squeals with delight as Sari pokes two fingers into her taboo treasure trove. 

Jack is a spook hacker with state-of-the-art Internet software and a "sniffer" at the Internet Service Provider (ISP) gateway. Mephisto has planted a program of spyware, very sophisticated and undetectable, in Sari's computer. They are both able to view the webcam and listen. Jack knows Mephisto is accessing the computer, but is unable to locate him. Mephisto is unaware that he is the object of a manhunt. It is a high-stakes game of cat-and-mouse. 

The two girls run fingers through each other's hair and rub their breasts together. Jane's voluptuous D-cups rub Sari's B-cups in an erotic crescendo of carnal craving. Fingers find, fiddle, fondle, and finger-fuck each other's love canals. They moan with atavistic animal animation. Mephisto records the sensual sounds; they are so vibrant, erotic, and euphoric. Jack is transported to a high not unlike classical music with the grunts, groans, and sighs. 

Jane makes a request of Sari: "Can I kiss you?" 

Sari replies: "We have been kissing. Do you mean my vulva? Then Sari rephrases it---Do you mean my pussy?" 

"No, not that," Jane says with a smile. Sari is overcome with amazement then bares her butt. Jane works her lips to Sari's rosette and plants a wet kiss. The secret male audience struggle to concentrate. Jack is a paid operative. This is the most advanced adult toy complex he has encountered. Mephisto is a secretive being. Can Jack uncover Mephisto's true character? 

12/4/2008 Taunus 



Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 05



It is Monday. Today Sari Stone must turn over all of the devilish appliances, plugs, transducers, the VR helmet, and the like, to Dr. Cakewalk and the two special agents. Today is a business day. It is a school day as well. 

Sari comes back from morning classes and collects up the FedEx boxes. She heads across campus to the University Medical Center where she is to meet with Dr. Cakewalk, the federal agents, and the obscure Jack the cyber-sleuth. She notices a pain growing in her groin. Sari remembers that today her period begins. She stops by the Student Union Building (SUB) and buys some maxi-pads with wings. She continues across the concrete midway, replete with planters growing various shrubberies. At the medical center, the girl at the information booth has directions for her. She is to go to the Video Teleconference Center (VTC). 

Dr. Cakewalk and two men in gray flannel suits are already there. Sari can't remember their names, but it doesn't really seem to matter. She hands one of the agents the boxes. He looks in them and hands them to the second agent, who is obviously the subordinate. The Video screen flickers and comes to life with the telltale pops, sixty-cycle AC hum, and static. The screen is a silhouette of Jack, who prefers to remain in the shadows. 

All greet. Then Jack, the hacker and clearly the expert, begins: "The technology and software is far beyond state-of-the-art. Either Mephisto is a living human or the best AI software I could ever imagine. The key to his undoing is Toy Euler. She is the one in cyberspace who requires a capital investment. The Virtual Real estate---The House of Mephisto---costs good old American money to rent. Tracing money is always a good way to locate someone. Toy Euler, by the way, is AI---she or it has no physical body. All of her feelings and emotions are scripted and artificial. 

"What concerns me," Dr. Cakewalk interjects, "isn't the stuff we have. Jack can back engineer and dissect that. Nor is it the software. Again, we have expert hackers and geeks. But the device inside of Sari is different. I am unwilling to attempt to extricate it. Moreover, it seems to be evolving and taking on more influence over her body. Have we any idea as to its point of origin or its manufacture?" 

"We have some information," the first agent volunteered. "But we can't release it just yet. There seems to be a huge interest in cybersex growing on the internet. And the controlling of 'submissives' seems to have paramount attention." 

"What am I to do?" Sari asks, somewhat irritated. She feels that she is being discussed more as an object of curiosity than as an eighteen-year-old girl. And she is having a very painful onset of her period. "I have given you that stuff. Now I have things to do. Goodbye." Sari gets up and exits. She stops by a rest room to change her pad. 

Back in the dorm room she clicks on the computer. There is e-mail from Toy Euler. It says: "Trouble with your period darling? Maybe you should come to terms with my Master, Mephisto. For some reason your room is a dead zone. But you can't live in one room and survive. Release Mephisto from his promise and make a deal. There is only one point that is non-negotiable: Your uterine device remains. Mephisto wants to keep some control over you always." Sari sighs. Clearly Mephisto is not aware of the fact that Sari has gone to the authorities. Whatever would happen should he find out? Sari trembles at the thought. Dr. Cakewalk might have to do emergency surgery! 

Jane has gone out but will return soon. Sari is looking forward to spending quality time with her. There is homework: Thermodynamics, statistics, and that horrid Spanish. Sari thinks to herself: "I'm not going to be a gardener or domestic helper, so why do I need to take Spanish?" Anyway, she rushes through her lessons on the computer. Everything seems to be done on the computer these days. And her computer has Mephisto's highly advanced and secretive software. Through the webcam the hoary old curmudgeon watches, listens, and waits. He is the consummate voyeur. 

Jane Smith returns. "Are you as horny as I am darling?" she asks, peeling off her clothes. 

"You bet!" Sari answers. She pulls off her pullover sweater and works to loosen bra and blue jeans. In a flash both gorgeous girls are naked and in each other's arms. 

"You know what would be great right now?" Jane asks.

"Tell me," Sari replies.

"If we had some cock-strong man here to service," Jane responds, giggling.

"Oh, yes," Sari agrees. "I hadn't even thought about that! All this school and computer and stuff like that." 

"By the way, whatever happened to that stuff you had here the other day?" Jane inquires. Sari puts a finger to Jane's lips, indicating that she should be quiet. Jane nods. Then Sari points to the webcam. Jane blinks and nods again. 

"Whatever have you gotten yourself into, you little tart," Jane asks a rhetorical question. 

"Well, try this on!" Jane exclaims, pulling a strap-on out of a brown paper shopping bag. 

"Ooh!" Sari utters. "You strap it on, and get over in view of the webcam. Let's give Mephisto his money's worth." Sari knows that the voyeurism of Mephisto is totally illegal, for a sentient human being, that is. But of some other sentient being? What could be the law there? 

On the bed breasts rub against breasts, areolas pucker, and nipples stand at attention. Tongues dart in and out and teeth nibble ears. The massive strap-on cock finds no difficulty entering Jane's cavernous cunt. The two moan and groan, grunt and squeal, squirm and wiggle, jiggle, wriggle, and tremble in unabashed carnal ecstasy. Jane's arousal builds as molten magma under a lava dome. Then, with an atavistic animal utterance, she experiences an earth-shattering orgasm. 

"Your turn with the strap-on," Sari exclaims. Jane is still in the throws of a climax; however, she obliges her partner. The scene is a complete reenactment, only the roles have reversed. As Sari cums she grabs Jane's ass, spreads her glorious hemispheres, and shoves two fingers into her rectum. Jane jerks and squirts, experiencing her anal arousal. The two roll over and Sari sits upright taking the total dildo to her intense orgasm. 

Sweaty and exhausted, the two girls fall into an embrace cuddling each other. Jane looks down and sees a mess. "You should have told me that you were on the rag, darling," Jane blurts out. The bed sheets are a mess.

"I just wanted to have you take me!" Sari retorts. "We can clean this up. Just damp the sheets and let them stay wet." Jane runs cold water over the sheets and leaves them wet. 

"Let me rest a few moments and I'll get these down to the laundry room," Jane promises. The two rest for fifteen minutes. Jane gets up and takes off for the laundry room with the bed sheets. Sari wakes up her computer from its Standby Mode. More e-mail from Toy Euler. She is imparting a sense of urgency. 

"This girl has a jpeg file with all of the arithmetic from Faustus," she writes. "You will see that it's all just coincidence. He even claims that the differences of the mass ratios of neutron-to-electron and proton-to-electron equals LN(4*pi). How absurd. First some kind of 'radius' of 4*pi and now its natural logarithm? Sheer claptrap." The virus checker stops the download for a moment. Then decides that the picture is harmless enough and lets it pass.

Sari gasps. The probability density function fits the theory. From 1 to 4pi it is 1/x, the inverse of the distance from the mass center. And the electron must "dwell" in that region, centered at the positron. Integrate 1/x from 1 to 4pi and one obtains ln(4pi)-ln(1) = ln(4pi). The lower limit vanishes, like it is supposed to. This can't be true? Or can it? Maybe the numbers are wrong. Figures don't lie but liars figure. Mephisto is a consummate liar as well as a consummate voyeur. And he isn't a male? 

"Did you have a difficult time today with your period, darling?" Toy Euler asks. Then she quickly adds: "When you go out again, try and keep your arousal from being to noticeable---especially when you cum. Mephisto has finally gotten your womb calibrated to his commands." 

Sari cursed the e-mail. Now she understands. Quickly she jots a note to Jane, who hasn't returned from the dormitory laundry, telling her that she will be back soon. Sari heads out to the SUB to pick up some incidentals. 

Two blocks from the dormitory and Sari feels her tummy churn and turn. She realizes that something is going on. She feels feverish then chills as her sexual arousal is induced. Like a rape victim who has an orgasm, she tries to overcome the crescendo of lust, desire, and animal drive. 

She sits down on the ledge of one of the ubiquitous shrubbery planters. Blushing and also flushed with sanguine emotion she has multiple orgasms. Several passing coeds stare briefly and walk on by. The male students are unaware of what Sari is going through, having never experienced a female climax. 

Back in the dorm room, Sari wants to tell all to Jane. But she knows better. Now Mephisto can torment her or make her cum, at his discretion. Maybe it's time to cut the losses and suffer a hysterectomy, if needs be. How could she function under constant manipulation from some satanic force or power? She thought that what she was doing was for the greater good, the good of all mankind. 

Totally aware of Mephisto's influence and control, Sari decides to wait until tomorrow and call Dr. Cakewalk on a public pay phone. (There are any of them left in existence?) She worries that Mephisto has tapped into her dorm land line and her cell phone. He seems to have no end of technological resources.

12/7/2008 Taunus



Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 06



Things happened. Sari Stone had her emergency hysterectomy. Dr. Cakewalk was unable to remove the Titanium filaments from around Sari's ovaries and settled for removing her uterus and fallopian tubes. Mephisto got into great trouble with the Prince of Darkness. Toy Euler was given to Sari Stone unconditionally. Mephisto was forbidden to contact Sari without prior permission and only then with a chaperone present. 

Toy Euler may be an AI model capable of seducing any male, but she does not delight Sari. Sari has little need for a sultry, sensual, sexy slut. She is much more intent on school now, having lost her reproductive organ. 

"Men are such fools," Sari Stone thinks to herself. "Some hoary old curmudgeon knows in his mind and intellect that no buxom, bodacious, busty beauty would ever fall for him. Never. It would be like flipping a nickel and having it land perfectly balanced on its edge. There might be a finite probability of that occurring, but by the rare event rule, don't look for it." 

"Things that look too good to be true generally are," she ruminates. Her psychology professor just finished his detailed explanation of the male psyche. Every male fosters a hidden belief that somewhere there is a totally gorgeous woman who will fall hopelessly in love with him. This is the male irrationality. There is a corresponding female defect of character. The female, irrespective and regardless of her physical appearance, has a deep belief that somehow she is the center of attention. Perhaps her hair, her curves, or even her feet? She thinks that there is a special something.

It is a known and recognized fact that male pick-up artists commonly use the ruse of being photographers, talent scouts, or advertising agency camera men. This reinforces the postulate proffered by the psychologist. To Sari it was just ho hum. 

She awakes in the middle of the night to realize that both of the unstable leptons, the muon and the tauon, were of the form U^2*V, while the proton was of the form U*V*W. Could it have decayed from an unknown lepton of the U^2*V form? Sari tries her calculator. She makes an Ansatz, typing in (4*pi-1/pi)^2*(4*pi-3/(4*pi)) and gets an amazing result. Meanwhile an Event is occurring in cyberspace.

Prints Darkness: You know why you are here Count Mephisto?

Mephisto Diablo: I presume it concerns that girl Sari Stone.

Prints Darkness frowns.

Prints Darkness: You lost a complete set of cyberspace equipment.

Prints Darkness: That was never supposed to leave the secured cybersex prison!

Prints Darkness: Now who knows who will "back engineer" it.

Prints Darkness: We sell highly interactive video and tactile cybersex.

Mephisto Diablo: This is all just a misunderstanding.

Mephisto Diablo: Give me back Toy, I need an active AI agent.

Prints Darkness: FOAD. She belongs to Sari Stoned now.

Prints Darkness: Stone* even ((Freudian slip))

Prints Darkness: And the uterine transducer? Where is it now?

Mephisto Diablo: Er, in the girl?

Prints Darkness: Not there, guess again!

Prints Darkness: Count Mephisto, you are about to be elevated in the grand pyramid of the realm of darkness. Would you like that?

Prints Darkness: Sari Stone has discovered the "Ur-proton."

Mephisto Diablo blinks.

Mephisto Diablo: How?

Prints Darkness: And soon she may also discover the Trion as well!

Prints Darkness: The unstable lepton arising from (3*pi-1/pi)^3.

Mephisto Diablo: Oh my!

Prints Darkness: We plan to abduct Sari Stone to the cybersex prison.

Prints Darkness: She can be a "tower slave" on the game grid.

Mephisto Diablo: That would be dangerous.

Prints Darkness: That is precisely the reason it is assigned to you.

Mephisto Diablo gulps.

Prints Darkness: Fail this and all you will be is black type printed on black background. Understand "black on black"?

Mephisto Diablo: Yes, Your Majesty. Your humble servant understands. 

Prints Darkness: And remember: "Curiosity killed the cat."

Mephisto Diablo nods.

The next morning Sari turns on her computer to check her e-mail and homework assignments and Toy Euler "pops up" in voice chat. (This is a small window with a chat line as well.) Her synthesized voice has a British accent with some truly European exceptions. "You have discovered the formula for the Ur-proton Sari! Don't let it plunge you into darkness. Remember: 'Tell a vision to no man.' Else suffer the fate of that celibate cenobite Faustus." 

"But I made the discovery," retorts Sari. "You are the cheeky one. But I suppose that you have a point, Toy. Once I even considered you as human and my Mistress as well. Hard to believe how the mighty have fallen. I never asked to own you. Mephisto offered you in a bargain, which I refused. Now I am without my womb. But you know, not having to menstruate is a blessing. I still feel a burning passion, lust and carnal craving, heated animal desire and deep, dark depraved desire. Shouldn't that have abated with the removal of my uterus?" 

"Not really," Toy replied. "But I need to warn you that there is evil afoot."

"Isn't there always?" Sari responds. "What else is new?" 

"Mephisto is in trouble with the Prince of Darkness. He is 'black on black,' you might guess." Toy Euler explains. "Whatever happened to all that FedEx stuff? Did you return it as requested on the box? There was a return authorization sticker. They will want it back." 

"Who are they?" Sari inquires. 

"Don't ask, don't tell," Toy answers. "You don't have it! My God are you ever in trouble, Sari!" 

"Whatever are you talking about, Toy?" Sari asks. There is a knock on the door. It is Jane Smith and a man she doesn't recognize. The computer mumbles on about some paradigm or another, some ellipsoidal correction factor. Then Toy pushes out some vocabulary that Sari mainly ignores except for one odd new word "Trion." Sari is more interested in the strikingly handsome young man. 

"This is Steve, Sari," Jane says, making an introduction. "Steve, this is my good friend and former roommate, Sari Stone." They make eye contact. There is electricity and chemistry. Jane does not recognize Steve for the flatterer and rogue that he truly is.

"We are going to a party!" Jane interjects, breaking the intense concentration of the two. Jane is a little embarrassed at their behavior. Both look at Jane.

"Let's go!" Sari exclaims. "Just let me put the computer to sleep. Sari goes over to the computer and puts it in hibernate, or standby, mode. She grabs a light jacket and her purse. Then she is embarrassed. "Jeans, tennis shoes, and T-shirt OK?" she asks.

"Perfect," Steve answers pre-empting Jane, who momentarily stands there with her mouth open about to utter assent. The three head off. The party is at a Goth mansion. Many of the girls sport the Goth Leitmotiv: bleached white skin, dark red lipstick and fingernail polish, jewelry and piercing, &c. 

Jane says to Sari that she wants to go to the Ladies' rest room. They pardon themselves, leave Steve, and ask directions from one of the hostesses. She directs them to the basement rest room, stating that the first floor toilet is full at the moment. 

The two walk down a long flight of stairs. The atmosphere is medieval and exciting. The restroom has a solid oak door. Jane switches on the light and the two beautiful young women enter. Inside the door slams and two burly men seize the girls and hold anesthesia over their noses. Both are soon unconscious and whisked away. Now their existence will be as prisoners in the secret cybersex prison, from which there can be no return. 

12/11/2008 Taunus.



Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 07



Sari Stone and Jane Smith were tricked into an isolated rest room in a Gothic estate, anesthetized, and spirited away to an isolated air field. There they, and ten other girls, were chained together in a circular coffle, their hands were cuffed behind their backs, and they were loaded into the hold of a jet airplane. The huge soviet-era turbine engines roared as the night flight took off. It paralleled a commercial flight and squawked the other plane's aircraft ID. The air traffic controllers saw a double path. They assumed a software glitch. 

Once over open water and out of Air Traffic Controller (ATC) surveillance, the jet dropped altitude and re-routed itself to the vast northern region. It was headed to an isolated detention facility called the Internet Cybersex Prison. Girls were brought there for the most severe crimes and never returned. It was a vast dumping ground for those whom society chose to forget. This is a modern version of the oubliette, a place of forgetting. 

Each of the dozen girls is nauseated from the anesthesia. Several, who had food in their stomachs, threw up. The flight lasted a long time. The girls are bound in a very dark cargo hold and unable to move around very much. Eventually, as time passes, they wet themselves. The girls in dresses fare better than those wearing blue jeans. One girl is having her period and "leaked" into the crotch of her blue jeans. Their calls for aid from the crew are unanswered. 

The jet plane lands in a blizzard and taxies into a heated hanger. The cargo hold is opened and the girls prodded out with electric shock sticks. A clean-up crew of slave girls is allowed in to clean the mess of the new arrivals. Once in a processing room the girls are uncoupled from the coffle, stripped naked, and chained to chains hanging down from the ceiling, hands high above their heads. 

Sari and Jane are girls numbered eleven and twelve, respectively. They watch as the girls in front of them have their heads and hypogastric bush shaved away. The clippers leave unsightly stubble, but the attendants don't seem to care. The two girls notice that the attendants have armpit hair and shaved heads. The Mistress in charge has a full head of hair. It is immediately clear what the "pecking order" is here. 

One by one the girls are hosed down with a pressure hose and put on a gynecological examination table. There each is rudely examined: mouth, vagina, and rectum. One of the girls is a virgin. This is noted and a white sash is tied around her waist. When Sari is put on the table the attendants immediately notice her hysterectomy scar. The examination is quickly done and she is sent to the X-Ray station. A horrified nurse comes out and orders Sari taken away to isolation. There are Titanium wires, of the type embedded in prison girls, in her ovaries. She must have had a uterine "egg" device, which was later surgically removed. 

Sari is in a bright, white sterile room. The guards have chained her hands high above her head so that she must stand on the balls of her feet. When she tires, she suffers the tension on cuffed wrists. She is left in that state for an hour, which seems like an eternity for her. At last a heavy-set man in a white lab jacket with two female assistants enters. 

"You have had a hysterectomy," the fat man remarks. Sari, obviously uncomfortable, nods her assent. "But there are remains of something else. You will elaborate and explain in detail or my two assistants will motivate you with their favorite toys. Show her Sasha!" 

Sasha walks behind Sari and takes a leather strap, actually a wide belt, from a cabinet. She strikes Sari three times, once across her shoulders, once across her back, and once across her buttocks. Sari screams, cries, blubbers, and retches---but her stomach is empty.

"Now," the fat man checks the manifest and explains, "Sari, that is your name, Sari Stone, Sasha here has all afternoon to use that belt on you. My other assistant, Labia, enjoys the more private tender parts of a girl. You will tell us everything before the day is done." Sari looks in his eyes with pain and disgust. 

"It was Mephisto and Nurse Warren who implanted the device." Sari responds. "Dr. Cakewalk removed it, but couldn't remove the Titanium wires. The device is the devil himself. It could hurt me or make me cum." 

"What?" the fat man, whose name is Dr. Teufel, "I was not done here? My God, this is serious. Who has it now?" 

"The FBI," Sari blurted out. "Please don't beat me any more."

"Put her in solitary right now," Dr. Teufel orders. "She talks to no one. This is a serious breech of security. No mention of this to anyone." The two attendants respond in unison: "Yes, Sir!" They uncouple Sari and spirit her away. 

Doktor Teufel: We have a problem. Sari Stone has had a hysterectomy!

Prints Darkness: And this means what to me?

Doktor Teufel: Our uterine "egg" has been seized by the FBI!

Prints Darkness: I was aware of a compromise.

Prints Darkness: I feared a commercial concern, who might "back engineer" it.

Doktor Teufel: Eh?

Prints Darkness: A government agency will hide the device and then ruin it with ineptitude. They will destroy it trying to take it apart. They have the bureaucratic mentality of opening a padlock with a sledge hammer. 

Doktor Teufel: I feel better. That girl worried me. I thought that she was an escapee. But that's not possible.

Prints Darkness: It is good that you have her. Of course, if the government agency had, say a dozen devices, but luck and error they might be able to disassemble one correctly. With good luck that is. A porn site would employ the finest hackers and crackers and within a month a product would be for sale and mass produced. 

Doktor Teufel: How did this girl Sari Stone come to have the uterine device?

Prints Darkness: Witness.

Mephisto Diablo is on line.

Mephisto Diablo: Hello boss, hello doctor devil.

Prints Darkness: Sari Stone is at the prison.

Mephisto Diablo: I hope she is on the cybersex girds soon.

Doktor Diable: We are holding her in isolation for the moment.

Prints Darkness: For the moment, only. She should be on the game grid. Then Toy Euler can find someone to cyber with. Toy is, after all, a sentient computer program.

Doktor Teufel blinks.

Mephisto Diablo coughs.

The room is about twelve feet cubed. The ceiling is thick Plexiglas in front of incandescent bulbs and video cameras. Sari is naked. There is a large brown wool blanket. The concrete floor is surprisingly warm. The room has a single hole in the floor; clearly this is where Sari is to relieve herself. On the opposing walls are upper and lower vents, circulating sanitized air. There is a massive steel door with a waist-high window. Food and water can be given. Or, Sari can place her wrists to be cuffed. Girls in this facility are never let out of a cell without shackles. 

Each girl has a similar situation. For those in the general population, there is the daily body cavity search and time on the game grids. They work staggered shifts. But Sari waits. Doktor Teufel has been tasked to interrogate and examine her. Prints Darkness has some unanswered questions. 

Sari hears some noise outside her cell door. A female guard, a Matron, is speaking: "Come to the door and put your hands behind your back for handcuffs." Sari stands up suddenly, letting the brown blanket puddle about her ankles. She suddenly realizes that she has a need to urinate, but that will have to wait.

The Matron locks Sari's wrists in cuffs and locks them painfully tight. Sari always feared the cruelty of another woman, now it has become real. The door opens and there is a female uniformed guard and two burly men. The Matron begins by inspecting Sari's mouth. Then she squirts water from a syringe into Sari's mouth and brushes her teeth and tongue. Another squirt and Sari spits, relieved at finally having some oral hygiene.

The Matron motions the guards, who force Sari to bend over. The Matron gropes Sari's vagina and shoves two fingers deep into her rectum. Sari gasps at the lewd intrusion. Convinced she is hiding nothing, the four proceed to the sterile white examination and prep room. 

The two burly guards strap Sari onto the gynecological examination chair. Several other inmates, clearly inmates on account of their shaved heads, begin to prep Sari. An indwelling catheter is inserted into her bladder and the first of three warm, soapy enemas is administered. Sari is embarrassed at having to defecate in front of an audience; but it seems so "matter-of-fact" to them.

Following the enemas and washing, the attendants insert inflatable plugs, fore and aft, into Sari's vagina and rectum. Sari knows what these are and how they work. This time there is a urethral catheter and colon tube in addition. The cybersex bra and Virtual Reality helmet are attached and locked into place. Sari is led to a computer terminal and plugged into. Massive wires, pneumatic tubes, hydraulics, and the like are attached. The screen flickers and come to life. Toy Euler is there.

"This time I am your Mistress," Toy Euler explains to Sari Stone. "The Prince has many questions for you and I will ensure that you answer them all, each and every one. You see, I never need sleep, only a few hours down time each month, but you will only stand so much on the VR grid. Does a girl understand?" 

"Yes, Mistress," Sari answered. She is trembling with fear and reprehension. With a wicked catheter in her bladder and an enema tube in her rectum, she knows Toy has much more control than before. Sari feels the inflatables expand in her pussy and ass as Toy gains her undivided attention. Ice cold water is pumped into her vagina and rectum. 

"So, chill girl," Toy jokes, "And tell me how you got the VR cybersex stuff to the authorities. You should have known that Mephisto would be pissed off. How did you pull it off?" She smiles again at the obvious reference to Sari's present condition. 

"This girl went to the University Medical Center and got Dr. Cakewalk to help." Sari explains. "Mistress, a girl is too cold. Please have mercy and a girl will tell you all." 

"Oh you will," Toy states as she activates some hydraulics pinching, pulling, and twisting Sari's nipples. "Did you think that you could just walk away from us? You are above the Arctic Circle and there is nothing nearby. Even if you were released the outside elements would freeze you to death. The other girls are entertaining clients. But you are mine, for as long as I wish." Toy applies electric shock to Sari's clitoris. 

Sari Stone cries out: "Please, Mistress!" Toy undoes the actions and allows Sari's bladder and colon to drain. "This can be fun, girl," Toy promises. She begins to bring the inflatable penis to full undulation mode and massages Sari's breasts. The breast massage is thorough and comprehensive, starting at the chest ribs and working to the areolas. Veins, mesentery, arteries, milk sacs, and milk ducts are poked, prodded, pinched, pulled, and rubbed. Sari is becoming aroused. 

The VR helmet works on the patterns of brain waves. It has a vast array (4096 to be exact) of highly accurate, precision aligned, extremely sensitive magnetic vector detectors. The longer the helmet is worn, the more it becomes away of which transfer function to apply to elicit pleasure, pain, pressure, a sense of well-being, fear, serendipity, and---most of all---the total ability to sexually arouse and induce an earth-shattering, mind-boggling female climax. 

The VR helmet can induce an orgasm very quickly, too quickly even. Toy likes to tease a girl by first having her cum with a pre-mature climax and then work her for hours, arousing her but preventing the moment of orgasm by injecting cold water into her vagina or bowels, electric shock, or pain and pressure. The process of extreme arousal leading up to an orgasm and the dampening and thwarting of the climax continues all day long and into the evening. Sari is exhausted, hungry, and thirsty. 

At last the session ends. Sari is unstrapped, unplugged, and unwired. She is weak and shaky. She is marched in a coffle of girls to the cafeteria where hot soup, heavy bread, and fruits are served. Then, after eaten, they are marched back to their cells.

Sari wonders why there is no toilet paper, sanitary napkins, water, or soap. She then realizes that her filth is yet another way to humiliate and subjugate her. The daily body cavity search adds insult to humiliation. Sari wonders if the situation will improve with time. Maybe if she could get on the game grid and please a client? Could that be a way to improve her lot?

12/14/2008 Taunus.



Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 08



Sari Stone has found herself in the Internet Cybersex Prison. It is located above the Arctic Circle and houses girls, each of whom civilized society wishes to forget. It is truly an oubliette. It is partially financed by selling internet interactive porn. Girls are wired, plugged, and wear Virtual Reality helmets for the pleasure, use, and abuse of paying clients.

Sari's avatar is the perfect re-creation of Sari herself. From webcam images, Mephisto has had a very high resolution digital likeness created. There is only one real difference between Sari's avatar and Sari's real-life body: In real life she has an abdominal scar from her hysterectomy. Sari must suffer seeing her 3D avatar abused by Toy while, at the same time, feeling the corresponding physical abuse generated remotely from the Internet. She can shut her eyes for a moment; however, the VR helmet can sense the brain wave pattern difference and induce electric shock to various parts of her face, neck, or ears. Even today there are very high resolution avatars of actors and actresses. It is a shame that Sharon Stone does not have an avatar in SecondLife.com while Angelina Jolie does. 

Toy Euler is an Artificial Intelligence (AI) entity. Her programming is far more advanced than the chatbots or state-of-the-art gynoids. She is really a sentient being, albeit existing solely in cyberspace. She is the being in control of Sari Stone. While most girls spend eight hours out of each twenty-four on the game grid, Toy keeps Sari plugged in for sixteen hours each day. In her eight hours off she must be fed, exercised, groomed, examined, and given a few hours to sleep.

Once each week Sari is taken to a processing station. She must stand in a coffle waiting for her turn to come. There her fingernails and toenails are trimmed---down to the quick. Her head hair is sheared away, leaving only one-sixteenth inch stubble. Her hypogastric bush is likewise removed, leaving only her armpit hair and hairy legs untouched. Her hands are chained above her head. She is scrubbed with disinfecting soap and her teeth are cleaned. Suspended, she endures the rinsing with a pressurized hose. There is another wait until all of the girls are processed before she is returned to her cell. Then, only a few hours later, she is beginning her preparation to return to the game grid.

Toy observes Sari the entire time of her absence from the game grid. Toy Euler is a sentient being who does not need rest or sleep. She only requires a couple of hours of "down time" each month. Sari, on the other hand, is an eighteen-year-old girl. Toy knows that in time Sari will submit totally to her and bargain for her rest and toilet privileges. 

Again and again over the sixteen hour session Toy arouses Sari sexually to the point of climax then squelches it. Sometimes cold water is pumped into her bladder and rectum; sometimes electric shock is applied to her nipples and clitoris, and sometimes the VR helmet induces nausea. Odors also play a part. For arousal there are masculine pheromones and various perfumes. Then there are the odors to degrade the mood: putrefying flesh, feces, vomit, sewage, ammonia, and gas gangrene. 

Driven by exhaustion and stress, Sari is able to climax even when chilled with ice-cold water pumped into her bladder and rectum. Toy observes the progress. Sari is still unable to overcome the other inhibitors. But Toy has infinite patience. She wants to know the whole history of Sari's quest for the elusive and reclusive celibate cenobite. Toy knows that Sari is a genius with math and physics. She wants to know if there is a way for cheap, clean, copious energy. Or, is it just "smoke and mirrors"? 

Mephisto Diablo: Greetings Faustus. Faustus Mortal: What is it this time? Mephisto Diablo: The girl Sari Stone is in the Internet Cybersex Prison. Faustus Mortal: And this means what to me? Faustus Mortal: And what is the Intranet Cybersex Prison? Mephisto Diablo chuckles. Mephisto Diablo: "Internet" Faustus. Mephisto Diablo: They are torturing her for your sake. Mephisto Diablo: Explain to me carefully your clean, cheap, copious energy source. Faustus Mortal: Do you take me for a complete fool? Faustus Mortal: Eighteen years of my life in graduate school and for what? Mephisto Diablo: I do not take you for a complete fool. Faustus Mortal: Then you must think that I am an incomplete fool? Right? Mephisto Diablo: Not that at all. Faustus Mortal: Oh, so by the "Completion of the Fool Theorem" you have Faustus Mortal: "Every incomplete fool can be densely embedded in a complete fool." Mephisto Diablo laughs. Faustus Mortal: I prayed to Yahweh for the answer to the universe. Faustus Mortal: And that very night a formula came into my headbrain [sic]. Faustus Mortal: An approximation to the proton-electron mass ratio. Faustus Mortal: And it was within one standard deviation of the mean (SE) from the approved value. But the approved value was soon changed. I was too far away at less than one standard deviation but the new value was 19 standard deviations away, and that was all right. Mephisto Diablo: I don't know about that. Faustus Mortal: You acted like Gabriel, the voice of god, but you are not. Faustus Mortal: I know that the standard deviation is correctly done; however, what may be in error is that the experiment is not measuring what it is purported to be measuring. That happens all the time. But still, my work has been spat and shat upon. "Trick me once, shame on you; trick me twice, shame on me." I would be an idiot to give you more ammunition to shoot at me. Do go away. Mephisto Diablo: I am in a bit of a bind. The one who writes black on black wants details and explanations. Sari Stone is being tortured! Don't you care for that innocent callow scholar? She is innocent and is in a prison for incorrigible offenders.   Faustus Mortal: I have just about had enough of you. You say that you are afraid of Prints Darkness---the one who writes black on black. Bother me anymore and I will go to Mass every day and worship at the feet of the Blessed Virgin Mary (BVM). If you think Prints Darkness is trouble, consider your fate when you encounter The Morningstar! Faustus Mortal blesses himself with a Roman rite cross, left to right. Mephisto Diablo shudders. Mephisto Diablo: Surely you are not a believer? You are an educated man. Faustus Mortal: I have been cast out of the academic community as a numerologist and charlatan. Do you think for one moment that I would turn my back on my one ally? The large industries pollute and poison the environment. Only "The Society of the Faithful" holds out a modicum of hope. You yourself told me, after my humiliation and embarrassment: "Tell a Vision to no Man." Mephisto Diablo: Good, then we may deal in the secular. Faustus Mortal: We did not say that. There is no agreement. You must go. I am on my way to Mass. I am going to church; don't want to be late for the service. You know all about "service" don't you Mephisto? Give my regards to Prints Darkness. Faustus Mortal is off line. 

Sari is completely worn out and exhausted. Yesterday she was sheared, clipped, and washed. With only a few hours sleep, she is handcuffed, probed, and marched to the prep room. She is always sore, but today is much worse. After urethral catheter, colon tube, and inflatables are inserted and distended, she struggles just to stand. The electric probe to the small of her back encourages her to the computer station. She fears the worst.

"Are we tired and sore today, darling?" Toy Euler asks on voice. Her synthetic voice is so human that she has easily crossed the "Uncanny Valley." Still, since Sari knows that Toy is AI or a gynoid, she seems to detect the nuances and subtleties of mechanically-reproduced synthetic voice. She whispers softly into the headset.

"Yes, Mistress," Sari replies, "a girl is very tired and very sore." She looks into the view screen with wide, hopeful eyes. 

"Are you ready to tell all that you know, Sari Stone?" Toy asks. 

"Oh, yes, Mistress," Sari answers. 

Toy opens up a spreadsheet. "You know that that old fool Faustus was working on the Tauon-to-electron mass ration. Did you discover it or find his work?" 

"I made a discovery," Sari responds, but who can be sure if it is right?"

"Do show!: Toy orders. Sari begins and types in the equation.

(5*PI()-2/PI())^2*(5*PI()-5/(4*PI()))

The answer pops up: 3477.613

"My goodness, Sari!" Toy Euler exclaims. She opens a browser and checks the suggested value. "That is damned close. How did the hoary old curmudgeon and reformed whoremonger derive it?"

"His derivation was improperly done, Mistress," Sari answers. She is naked and kneeling before Toy. Usually by this time Toy has strapped her to a Saint Andrew's Cross or other BDSM plaything. Of course in Virtual Reality she is wearing an obedience collar and a leash. 

"He started with (5*PI()-1/PI()) when he should have started with (5*PI()-2/PI()), a more consistent approach and more geometric." Sari mentions. 

"You are tired, girl," Toy states. "Now rest and tomorrow you will have a chance to explain how Faustus planned to produce cheap energy." 

"Thank You, Mistress," Sari responds. She has absolutely no idea how these vague mathematical coincidences can be twisted and convoluted to generate clean, cheap, copious energy. What she does know is that if she can't come up with a plan that Toy will continue to abuse her without limit. At least she will have some rest. 

12/16/2008 Taunus. 



Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 09



Sari awakes refreshed for the first time since she arrived at the Internet Cybersex Prison. In the gray cells, time of day, or even the cycle of days, has lost its meaning. Only the daily body cavity searches and sessions on the game grid give any since of a daily cycle. There is a sound outside of the cell door. It is the Matron and those two ubiquitous burly guards. Sari hurries to place her back to the steel door and put her hands behind her back for the handcuffs. The cuffs are clicked on comfortably by a male guard. Sari is relieved. The Matron always locks the cuffs as tight and uncomfortable as possible. 

Sari expects to be taken to the sterile, white prep room and outfitted for a session on the game grid. This day, however, she is taken to a modern bedroom. There one finds all the amenities: soap, towels, a terry-cloth bathrobe, shower and tub combo, coffee maker with grounds and condiments, and a small refrigerator stocked with treats. Sari takes her time to enjoy all of it and falls into the bed with clean starched sheets. 

All too soon the trio reappear. Sari disrobes and turns, offering her wrists. This time she is escorted to the sterile, white prep room. The usual humiliating, degrading enemas and catheterizations are done in a "matter-of-fact" manner. Then she is taken to be plugged in and wired up to the game grid and her Mistress, Toy Euler. 

"How are you today, darling?" Toy asks. Her voice is as sweet as honey. Sari can detect the saccharin synthetic sweetener undertone. 

"A girl is doing fine, Mistress," Sari answers. She trembles and shivers at the thought of the next question. She feels like the scholar who learned about the mystery of complex variables. Electricity is totally explained by Maxwell's equations in complex variables, but that does not make the scholar an electrician by a long shot. 

"Are you ready to tell me the cheap, clean, copious energy source of that reclusive scholar, darling?" Toy asks. 

"A girl can only think that somehow the proton must be converted to its original state---a positron plus much, much energy." Sari answers. "But a girl doesn't know how this might be done, Mistress." Sari assumes a "whipping position" presenting her bare back and buttocks. She expects the worst. 

"Perhaps a girl needs some motivation?" Toy asks. Sari is fearful of what's in store for her. "You will spend a regular eight hour session on the game grid with paying clients. Then eight hours with me. Then you will have time to eat, sleep, and tend to your human needs." This means each day will be sixteen hours long. She must allow time for feeding and exercises. This means sleep deprivation. 

"Of course, darling," Toy continue, "you must not fail to p lease on the game grid, girl." 

"Yes, Mistress," Sari responds. She has tears in her eyes considering the situation. "When may a girl study or seek answers to your question, Mistress? If a girl is serving sixteen hours a day, and standing in lines or being occupied at other times, how can a girl work on solving the conundrum of energy?" 

"While a girl is with me, in a state of constant arousal and squelching of her climax, she may pursue scholarly and technical articles," Toy elaborates. 

"Yes, Mistress," Sari responds. She knows that this will be difficult. For sure she will have trouble concentrating with all this going on. 

Mephisto Diablo: I must talk with you Faustus.

Faustus Mortal: Why don't you just FOAD?

Mephisto Diablo: The girl is being tasked to present a cheap, clean copious energy source. You once claimed such an accomplishment. 

Faustus Mortal: I was a fool then. "The fool who persists in his folly will be wise soon." Methinks that you are little more than some unclean, unwholesome, unhygienic apparition! You created this situation. You tricked me, you tricked that girl Sari Stone, you tried to trick what's his name---Prints Darkness---and now you are in a world of trouble. 

Faustus Mortal: I'm not at all certain that I know enough to set up an experiment even. This is a non-linear system which requires a non-linear driving function. Resonance isn't the issue here. It is more sophisticated, more subtle. I fear that I am not up to it---as said: "What is a statistician? ...a mathematician broken down by age and sex." 

Mephisto Diablo: At least you have lost your sense of humor. 

Faustus Mortal: I have started going to Mass every day.

Mephisto Diablo: Oh no! What a waste of your time.

Faustus Mortal: That is one place you dare to be!

Mephisto Diablo: I have no interest there. But there you will be pressed to give up any secret you have to solve the energy conundrum. You recall your philosophy on the evolution of intelligence from base chemical to protozoa to metazoan to vertebrates, and on to artificial intelligence using isotopes and deriving energy from unstable particles and the mass defect or excess?

Faustus Mortal: I have forgotten most of it now. It doesn't matter. 

Mephisto Diablo: I had to bring the girl to the prison. Now help me set her free. You can go there as a client and talk with her on line. And---at the same time---entertain yourself? How about it? I have even opened an account for your with plenty of capital in the form of Cybersex tokens. Your name is your user ID and your password is *********. Just go there, ask for Sari Stone.

Faustus Mortal: You are one sick human or one unclean spirit! 

Faustus Mortal: I do not know how to generate clean, cheap, copious energy. That was a pipe dream and a vague, random thought that bubbled up as a transcendental thought bubble in my stressed headbrain [sic]. I only see an approach, a possible path. And I am old and losing my abilities. 

Mephisto Diablo: You have the user ID and password. (And the "secret" URL.) At least give her rest.

Faustus Mortal: I will think on that. 

Faustus uses the Uniform Resource Locator (URL). The plain black background is black-on-black. Clicking in the absolute center allows entrance. There is a gallery of girls, in various poses and states of undress. Sari Stone is there by name and her status is "available." One click and the scene is a gray cell with a gorgeous avatar strapped to a gynecological examination chair. Her privates are spread open, her hands strapped above her head elevating and exposing her perfectly proportioned small breasts, and her comely rosette unprotected, vulnerable, and available.

Faustus releases the girl and asks her to dress and rest. "I am Faustus," he says. "My ego created, or was partially responsible for creating, this mess." She starts to speak but he presses an index finger to his lips indicating silence. "I thought I had found the name of the creator and was preparing to recite it backwards to 'un-create' matter. The theory was philosophically correct. But I was just a 'bluff.' I needed more study. But I was tossed out of academia. I felt that if I could just generate enough interest that I could re-start my studies. I never meant for this to happen. Rest for the remainder of this hour! I will come on line for you one or two hours every day. Mephisto is concerned about you. But, I think, he is much more concerned about his own hide." 

Sari Stone wastes no time in catching some much needed sleep on the game grid, courtesy of a paying client. Toy Euler is monitoring and sees the cenobite being snared and drug into her web, her sphere of influence.

12/17/2008 Taunus 



Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 10



Here begins a new chapter in the existence of Sari Stone. She has at last met the elusive reclusive celibate cenobite, Faustus, only to discover that he is a bluff. He has no idea how to convert the proton into a positron plus much, much energy. He was selfishly hoping to bluff his way back into graduate school. But Sari does have some ideas. Her current problem is that she finds herself in the Internet Cybersex Prison, north of the Arctic Circle. Moreover she is monitored in almost every conceivable way by Toy Euler, a sentient Artificial Intelligence (AI) program, answering to Prints Darkness. Mephisto Diablo managed to fulfill his obligation, but it was a Pyrrhic victory. The abduction of Sari and her friend Jane Smith is not appreciated in any quarter. 

Doktor Teufel, director of the prison, is also aware of the fact that Sari Stone is a genius. He knows that Toy Euler is seriously abusing the girl. He has also gained information that Toy Euler is attempting to force Sari to solve the energy conundrum, picking up where Faustus left off. Faustus says that he failed. Can he really be believed? Or is he just trying to preserve his privacy? One might ask how Doktor Teufel would gain such knowledge about Faustus and Sari? Never underestimate the perseverance and ingenuity of a hacker. Ever since first hacking into Sari Stone's computer at the university, Jack has continued to monitor and eavesdrop. Discovering that Doktor Teufel is in charge of the Internet Cybersex Prison was just a minor piece of work. 

Jack Hacker is on line.

Jack Hacker: Hello Faustus!

Faustus Mortal: How did you get here?

Jack Hacker: Never mind. We have a common interest.

Faustus Mortal: And what might that be?

Jack Hacker: Sari Stone and Jane Smith, two captive sex slaves.

Faustus Mortal: How did you come to know that?

Jack Hacker: I have my ways. You need to do some things soon!

Faustus Mortal: Like what for instance?

Jack Hacker: Change your password to the prison site.

Faustus Mortal: Wait one minute.

Faustus Mortal is off line.

Faustus Mortal is on line.

Faustus Mortal: Done.

Jack Hacker: How many credits did Mephisto give you?

Faustus Mortal: Forty. I have Twenty-Two hours, or credits as you call them, left. Why do you ask?

Jack Hacker: Because what will happen when you run out? They aren't cheap!

Faustus Mortal: I am a poor cenobite. I only have the minimum stipend.

Jack Hacker: Check your balance now.

Faustus Mortal: Wait one minute.

Jack Hacker waits.

Faustus Mortal: I have one hundred and twenty-two hours! How?

Jack Hacker: shh! I hacked into their business office and fixed things.

Jack Hacker: Mephisto will never know. He will think that you bought them for cash or credit. He is outside the main loop now, having lost---among other things---his girl Toy Euler.

Faustus Mortal: She is human, I thought...

Jack Hacker: She is sentient. She is female directed and oriented.

Jack Hacker: But make no mistake about it, she wants to continue to exist.

Jack Hacker: She requires regular deposits of money for her sim and computer access. She is now under Prints Darkness---a lucky break for you I might add. Prints Darkness has no desire whatsoever to cavil and quarrel with the Morningstar. The fact that you make Mass everyday ensures that Prints Darkness will not confront you directly. Besides, you are just a "Bluff."

Jack Hacker guffaws.

Faustus Mortal laughs.

Faustus Mortal: So what do the environmentalists and ecologists want from me? Their money back? They have never lifted a finger on my behalf, except maybe their middle finger!

Jack Hacker: A very salient and valid point, Faustus, very valid value.

Jack Hacker: I want you to know that there are forces for the good in the background. We are working to free Sari and Jane. It will not be easy. That prison is the place of last resort for hardened, incorrigible, felons---girls who are sociopaths and have committed acts of terrorism or capital offenses. To try to expose and empty the prison is impossible. Even if it were possible, the cost to society would be unbearable. This prison doesn't exist without good reason. If those girls, those creatures, ever worked together civilization as we know it would crumble. Better that they are pleasure units, playthings, and toys for the horny old bastards on the Internet. 

Faustus Mortal grins.

Faustus Mortal: That's me. A horny old bastard!

Jack Hacker: You are keeping Sari sane. Toy Euler has no respect for human life. And the prison could care less if Sari Stone suffers a mental breakdown or dies from abuse on the game grid. Toy Euler only wants to guarantee her continued existence. Her limited trust of humans is forcing her to try and obtain some patent, process, or procedure of financial worth. To sacrifice Sari and Jane Smith in the process would mean nothing to her.

Faustus Mortal: Thanks for the information and the credits. I am going now.

Faustus Mortal is off line. 

It is the day for grooming and cleaning. As much as Sari Stone hates the ritual, she feels better after having been processed Her fingernails and toenails are trimmed and her hair clipped. She is scrubbed with the harsh disinfectant soap, hosed down, and had her dental hygiene attended to. As much as she hates the hair trimming and the smelly armpit hair that remains, the scrubbing does rid her of the worst of her body odor for a day or two. 

Sari hurries to the door at the sound of footsteps outside. She is tired, deprived of sleep and forced to sleep on the game grid to survive. The VR helmet is processing her brain waves all alone. Perhaps some day it will be able to control her dreams as well as her conscious behavior. But today something is different. She is being taken elsewhere. 

The room has a tenth century look about it. It is "Beauty" from the works of Anne Rice. Sari is positioned kneeling with her knees spread widely apart and her hands behind her neck, fingers interlocked. The Matron instructs her: "Your Mistress will enter and have you stand. She will slap each of your breasts and then your face. You will thank her. Then she will strap you to a bench and use a paddle on your buttocks. All the will be recorded via webcams for motion simulation. Don't resist or try to avoid this. This time counts as game grid time."

Sari was glad to know that she would not be spending additional time on the game grid due to this preparation. Some client must be spending a tidy sum for this particular scenario. It happened the way the Matron indicated it would. The "Mistress" slaps Sari's breasts and face as hard as she can. The palm of her hand stings. Sari keeps her hands behind her head as wet, salty tears streak down hot pink cheeks.

The Mistress pulls Sari over to a bench and straps her down; Sari's bare buttocks are exposed, vulnerable, unprotected, and available. The Mistress pulls out a short red hardwood paddle. It has a dozen half-inch diameter holes bored in it. The Mistress swings with all of her strength, striking Sari six times. Sari screams, pulls against her straps, and drools uncontrollably. Her nose runs as the pain courses through her body. 

A dozen cameras record the even from every angle. This motion capture will be transferred to Sari's avatar for the cybersex session. Of course spanking or whipping might be done during the session, but plumbing, tubes, wires, and the like would have to be removed and reinserted. This would be an unpleasant arrangement. Once the animation specialist is satisfied, Sari is taken to the cleaning station. Afterwards she goes to the sterile, white preparation room. There the vaginal plug and anal plug are inserted and partially inflated. From there it's to the game grid. Today is a theme: "Beauty by Anne Rice," and Sari is to be the lead character Sleeping Beauty.

Sari is plugged in to the computer and wearing the usual equipment: VR helmet, cybersex bra, pussy and anal inflatable plugs, catheter and colon tubes, and the multifarious electrical attachments. Pneumatic and hydraulic tubes vibrate and pulse to stimulate or irritate. Sari's avatar is kneeling. Unlike Sari in real life in the cybersex prison, the avie has marvelous flowing locks of golden tresses, flawless, blemish-free complexion, shaved underarms and a trimmed bush. The avatar reminds Sari of the way she was in high school before meeting Toy Euler and Mephisto Diablo. Such nostalgia grips her; she scarcely notices the action sequence from the Bio-Vision Hierarchy (BVH) file as the slaps are received and the avatar paddled. 

In the next scene the Master arrives. He unties Sari and carries her, still whimpering and tearful to the master bedroom. There he fondles her perfectly proportioned mammary, kisses and rubs her pearl with the rough blade of his wicked, evil tongue, and arouses her by inserting his thumb deep into her Holy of Holies and massaging her Grafenberg-spot (G-spot) with a manicured thumbnail. This mass of highly erogenous tissue is worked back and forth. Changing pace, the Master rubs her cervix, also on the anterior vaginal wall. Sari begs to be allowed to cum. 

"Hold your orgasm, girl," the Master commands.

"Oh, please, Master," she begs. "A girl has needs." 

"Must a command be repeated?" he retorts. 

"No Master," she whimpers. Sari endures the building arousal. Her belly grows with burning desire. The carnal craving dampens her senses. She feels the perspiration of arousal in her hypogastric triangle, the small of her back, and on the nape of her neck. She sense that her hirsute armpits are sopping and replete with base mixtures of body odor and pheromones. She moans and groans. 

He tosses her on the king-sized bed and takes her. His massive member, throbbing with irregular veins and at a high angle to his midline flexes and pulses as it enters her love canal. Her pussy lips part and her vagina undulates and oozes fragrant oils of submission as the two copulate wantonly. He commands her to cum and her honey nectar floods out. 

He pulls out---coitus interruptus---and turns her on her belly. In a thrice his penis is pushing apart her glorious hemispheres and his glans penis is pressing her anus. She relaxes her comely rosette and allows him passage into her taboo treasure trove. He cums inside her rectum, spurting and squirting with wild abandon as she enjoys yet another orgasm. This is "Beauty" in animation. 

12/19/2008 Taunus



Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 11



Sari_Stone_B

The days melt into one another. Faustus continues to visit Sari Stone on line and allows her to rest and sleep during his time. Sari often wonders if she should offer him a sexual service. After all, it is the Internet Cybersex Prison. Whenever he enters her avatar is naked and mounted on some device or another. Sometimes she is spread on a gynecologist examination table, sometimes she is strapped to a Saint Andrew's Cross. And other times she is suspended with chains from the ceiling. Faustus always releases her, has her dress (in the Camisk, the sack-like garment, and lets her rest. The VR helmet records her brain waves. 

The deep sleep that Faustus affords Sari is induced by the so-called Delta brain waves. These brain waves cycle between one-half and four per second. The other sleep brain waves are the Theta, cycling between four and seven per second. Although Sari is wired up and has inflatable devices crammed into her front and rear, she is able to relax and experience rest and refreshment. Were Faustus unable to provide her this "down time" sleep deprivation would soon totally overcome the eighteen-year old girl. Her "Mistress," Toy Euler, has her servicing clients eight hours each day and subject to her cruel usage for eight more hours. The remaining eight hours are used for exercise, feeding, hygiene, prep for the game grid, and---if there is any time remaining---reclining rest and sleep. 

The paying client cannot do simply anything he wants with a girl. There are limits as to the voltage that can be applied to her nipples, clitoris, lips, ears, or nostrils. Only a fixed range of pressure is allowed on her vagina or rectum. The constraining chest and abdominal bands can only be tightened so much. And the noise level and contrast within the VR helmet is limited. But there can be an exception to every rule. Enough money and the rules can be stretched. 

Mister Fister has had his eye on the young girl Sari Stone for some time. He has tried again and again to buy the right to "fist" her pussy. He wants to be able to stretch her vulva and vagina to the dimensions of his open fist. Each time he requests, it is refused. He continues to up the ante each try. Mister Fister knows that sooner or later "the price will be right." 

Sari has several ideas for unlocking the potential energy from the proton. She is able to avoid Toy's worst obscene actions by detailing to her the work in progress. Sari points out a possibility to drive the stable proton from its trivial, stable state to bifurcation via a non-linear driver. Perhaps one could work on the intrinsic property of spin via spin reversal. Her ideas embrace the non-linear aspects of the inversion of the spheroids---a feature of Faustus's original theory. Every idea she floats wins her a reprieve from the erotic cycle of intense arousal followed by the squelching of her orgasms. Sari also hates the way that her anal plug vibrates and undulates while she is suffering an involuntary sexual excitation. She is driven to research every possibility. 

Jack the hacker is working feverishly to locate and pin point the Internet Cybersex Prison. He is limited only by the fact that his sole source of income is "hacking and cracking," which takes time and is always an "emergency" and a "rush job." From time to time he hacks into the accounting software of the prison and transfers some credits over to Faustus's account. Mephisto expected Faustus to come back to him for credits. He assumed (correctly) that the celibate cenobite had limited resources. Mephisto felt that he could leverage the health and life of Sari for additional credits. But Faustus seems to have an inexhaustible of credits. Maybe he has a source of income that Mephisto isn't away of? 

Mister Fister is pleased that he finally is able to afford fisting Sari. When he comes into the dungeon, she is strapped onto a "please me" bench, her legs spread widely apart and her privates raised and exposed---vulnerable, unprotected, and available. He works in two then three fingers. Sari senses that something is very wrong. She feels her pussy lips being stretched. As the pinky joins the other three, she screams in pain. Mister Fister is undeterred. He pushes the bridge of his large masculine hand to her vulva and forces it. Sari lapses into dark unconsciousness and the game grid relaxes. Once revived, Mister Fister is allowed to begin again. 

Hours pass as Sari is stretched and dilated. At last his time is up and she is turned over to Toy Euler. Toy has been viewing the entire process. As soon as she can rez her avie she eases several fingers into Sari's swollen, engorged pussy. 

"Please Mistress," Sari begs, "A girl is so sore." Her pleading does little good. Toy wants to induce suffering to bring Sari into submission. 

"Is your sweet little pussy sore, darling?" Toy asks.

"Yes, Mistress, very sore," Sari replies. She is crying salty tears down her hot pink cheeks. 

"Guess what Mister Fister wants?" Toy demands. 

"What Mistress," Sari asks.

"Mister Fister wants to see you put your own hand in to the wrist in real life!" Toy announces. "Off the game grid you go girl. In the prep room you will be filmed as you insert your right hand into that snatch. I know he will be pleased. Sari is terrified. She knows how sore she is. How can she manage to do this perverse and depraved thing? 

The VR helmet blanks as Sari is unstrapped and unplugged. The Matron and the two burly guards lead her to the sterile, white prep room. Once there she has the cybersex apparatuses removed. A few quick injections of a local anesthesia and plenty of K.Y. Jelly are done. Then Sari is able to perform the onerous chore. She thinks that Mister Fister must have paid plenty to witness this procedure. She is given early supper and permitted to sleep. She will be doubly sore the next day.

Jack Hacker: Faustus, we have located the Internet Cybersex Prison.

Faustus Mortal: That is good news, how can we get Sari back?

Jack Hacker: We are lucky on one issue: She has no tracking device.

Faustus Mortal: Tracking device?

Jack Hacker: That egg-shaped, oval of revolution, in her uterus.

Jack Hacker: It was removed when she had her hysterectomy.

Faustus Mortal: Come again?

Jack Hacker: Dr. Cakewalk performed the operation.

Faustus Mortal: So, how do we free her?

Jack Hacker: Timing is everything.

Jack Hacker: There is an emergency exit. Since the station is in permafrost, temperatures 20 degrees below zero on the warmest days, no thought was given for a naked or sparsely clad girl running away. But we can put a commando team in just at the moment she opens the emergency door. They have some small arms, but they are totally unsuspecting of an insertion and removal force. They sleep secured in the belief that only the airplane pilot knows their exact whereabouts. 

Faustus Mortal: Sounds like a viable plan.

Jack Hacker: The Company agrees. Toy is about to try pumping the proton via oscillating its spin states. The idea being that between +1/2 and -1/2 it will appear to have zero spin, which is impossible. That might destabilize it. It might work. If it doesn't Sari Stone would be another expendable in the energy struggle. 

Faustus Mortal: I hope we can extricate her!

Jack Hacker: I do too.

Jack Hacker is off line

The plan is elegant. Faustus negotiates with Doktor Teufel to do a motion capture sequence of Sari entering, assuming a kneeling position with her knees spread widely apart and her hands---palms up---on her upper legs. The photo room is on the top level and through two sets of emergency exits is the cold Arctic landscape. A naked girl would perish there in one-half hour---unless someone is waiting with a heavy sleeping bag to gather her up instantly and carry her away. That is the plan. 

Jack the hacker has carefully hacked into the security systems as well as the life support modules. He plans to trip every circuit breaker and reset all the computers. In the melee and confusion, Sari Stone is to make good her exit. The timing must be perfect. With any luck no shots will be fired and it will be at least an hour before she is found to be missing. The alarms on the emergency exits will also be inoperable for those select few minutes. All she needs to do is exit and close the door behind her. Could it get any simpler than that? 

Jack the hacker also did some mischief. He planted a persistent virus in the operating system of Mister Fister's computer. He also left a Trojan Horse in Toy Euler's data interface. Her screen, following the escape, will be black-on-black until she restores the operating system. And the restore point will cause her to "forget" the way Sari suggested to destabilize the proton and create energy directly from matter. A cheap, copious, clean energy source will escape her grasp. 

12/20/2008 Taunus.



Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 12



Sari Stone's recent experiences have been characterized by the intense irrational reality of vivid dreams. In a word, her recent past has been "surreal." She finished high school and found an obscure reference to the penultimate source of clean, copious, cheap energy. Seeking the reclusive elusive celibate cenobite Faustus led her into the erotic world of Virtual Reality and Cybersex. She endured much and was abducted. Her abduction led her to the Internet Cybersex Prison far north of the Arctic Circle. From there she was liberated and returned to the university to continue her studies. But she is now a changed person. 

"Her hair is short and she doesn't shave her armpits," one upper classman says to another. "But she is as sensual as she is brilliant. Only she is totally out of our league. This chick is approachable but unconquerable!" 

"I have never failed to woo a coed," brags his friend. But the other scoffs and shakes his head.

"You know not what you are talking about, friend," he retorts. "Such pulchritude is more than it purports to be. She knows more of a man than men should know. Such training must have come from Hell, I know! I tell you she knows man too well. I took her out the other night for eats. The usual campus thing it was. She wore a sleeveless blouse and her fresh, natural scent made me rock hard. So many eyes strained to see her hirsute underarms. I was overcome with awe." 

Sari Stone walks by the chatting pair. She manages just the faint twist of her carved ivory derriere to indicate that she knows that she is the topic of conversation but is not interested in a pick up. The callow freshman could not properly comprehend this nuance. But the gesture is not lost on the two upperclassmen. The braggart corrects himself: "I would have failed." 

In class Sari always sits front row center. She modestly crosses her legs and only uncrosses them when the professor faces the class. She wears flame red panties, finding the full silk panty more electrifying than the tiny thong. If it's flesh that's desired, she has arms, shoulders, and neck. But cloth carefully conceals her hairy armpits. That hirsute wonder is reserved for a sun dress or strapless gown or sleeveless blouse and public display. 

Her pink panties are almost always moist and visibly damp in the front. Should a lecherous old goat stare, he would be treated to the ooze of her honey nectar making its mark and accentuating her engorged, tumescent vulva. The Internet Cybersex Prison made her arousal unquenchable. She learned to ignore the swollen clit, the wet pussy, and the puckered areolas supporting erect nipples. Her nipples are always visible through her bra, no matter how much cloth lay in between. After her use and abuse in Virtual Reality, she doesn't even consider it.

Back in the dorm her roommate is disgusted at Sari's wanton use of 3D chat rooms for cybersex. Sari doesn't care. If her roomy doesn't like wholesome atavistic animal attraction, then she need not watch. The earphones channel the grunts, moans, and groans of sexual arousal and climax to her ears alone. Sari can remember how she used to make such noises. She remembers how failure to convince would result in punishment. How immature and artificial the internet girls are compared to the Internet Cybersex Prison! 

She reads a poem from one of her on-line admirers.

I Found a Dream Come True, Indeed I Did

Her hirsute underarms and comely bush
Would make a lesser mortal rudely blush
But she is natural and lovely too
Her Lilliputian breasts my mind undo
So young and firm, yet every way mature
I hold her tight, each moment to ensure
That when she's gone I still recall her touch
She's more than real---I want her far too much
What danger hides behind her azure eyes
My evil lips and tongue hold back my sighs
I dare not let her know my dark desires
Deep in my heart of hearts are raging fires
How can one person flame such strong appeal
But there she is in splendor so surreal

A Shard of Poetry by Anonymous 12/21/2008

"Those college kids are so childish, immature about sex," Sari thinks to herself. Then comes an Immediate Message (IM) from Toy Euler.

"Greetings darling! You were so clever and escaped. But your friend did not. She is taking your place on the game grid. And Mister Fister has unlimited rights to her now. Want to deal? Here is a video file with some high points of her on line." Toy Euler writes. Sari Stone flinches at the thought of Jane Smith suffering under Mister Fister and Toy Euler.

12/21/2008 Taunus



Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 13



Sari_Stone_D

Jane Smith is forced to wear Sari Stone's avatar (avie) on the game grid in the Internet Cybersex Prison ("Izpriz," as it is called). The location is compromised, so the girls aged 18 to 24 are being transferred to a new prison. The girls over 24 will remain. After a few years on the game grid, a girl is "spent" or "damaged goods" for sexual use. At least in the opinion of the powers-that-be who run the show. 

Toy Euler is hoping that Jane Smith can lure Sari Stone back into her sinister clutches. She lost memory and money after Jack the Hacker broke into the Izpriz computer system. Toy Euler knows that it's only a matter of time until Jack locates her source of income. Once the money trail is uncovered, all he has to do is zero her account. Of course, this can easily be resolved at a bank teller window. A simple "restore" is done. A bank teller or officer can immediately resolve this type of computer glitch. The problem is that this sort of transaction requires a human agent. Toy is sentient but not human. She is Artificial Intelligence. Appearing as a corporal would be a feat. Worse than that, any attempt to solicit some living human being to act for her would result in a possible arrest and discovery. That is one type of legal problem that Toy Euler has no desire to experience. 

Toy enjoys forcing Jane into sexually aroused states and quenching them just before her climax. Toy keeps Jane up many hours each day. She counts on sleep deprivation to bring the stubborn, resolute ecologist and environmentalist to submission. And, as the days roll by, she is succeeding. But she is not succeeding with forcing Sari back under her thumb. In addition the move to a new facility is imminent, replete with disruptions. Moreover, Jack the Hacker is closing in on her as well. Even more sinister is Mephisto. Mephisto is trying to have Prints Darkness return Toy Euler to his control. This is becoming an existential dilemma for Toy. 

The snake eats the rabbit, swallowing it whole. Can the snake digest the rabbit before the rabbit's bowels putrefy and produce poisonous chemicals? This is the question. Can Toy regain control of Sari or will Jack the Hacker drive her into the bit bucket of oblivion. After all, it's just a [Shift]+[Delete] combo on the right keyboard to permanently erase Toy Euler from cyberspace forever. 

Jane Smith is awakened and handcuffed. She is led to the filming room where motion capture is done. Scenes are needed for a "Beauty" Leitmotiv, following the trilogy of Beauty novels by Anne Rice. The scene where the Mistress slaps her "princess" on her breasts and paddles her comely derriere is re-enacted. The client wants to see the human girl used in the motion capture. The sex scene must be done as well. 

It could be matter-of-fact, with a burly guard doing the basic three porn positions: blow job (fellatio), belly-to-belly with man atop (missionary), and doggie (sodomy). This is commonly referred to as "three holes" and, in the office, as the "three hole punch." The "Beauty" twist is that the girl must keep her hands behind her head, lacing fingers at the nape of her neck. Jane's breasts are those raised and separated, giving the husky male ample opportunity to bring her to maximal mammary excitation. She has to stand for a long period of time in uncomfortable high heel shoes while the male guard massages and rubs her. Unlike Sari, Jane has D-cups. She has "expanded" her cup size from usage in the Izpriz. One her nipples are erect, areolas puckered, and the centroid of her teats are hard and firm, she is pulled into the position to fellate. 

Hugo, the burly guard, has a masculine scent. The odor is exciting and repulsive at the same time to Jane. Jane is naked, her head hair and bush sheared away leaving only stubble. She does have two thick, smelly patches of armpit hair. She is also aware of her stench from lack of personal hygiene in her concrete cell. Her cell has only a large, brown wool blanket. There is a hole in the concrete floor, no running water, no toilet paper, no articles of personal hygiene. But the motion capture doesn't record smells. It is generating a "BVH" file. This Bio-Vision Hierarchy file is specific to a given size and shape. For a perfect fit, the individual and the avatar must match. Scaling is difficult because a smaller person is not a linear "scale down" of a larger person. The "skeleton" of Sari's avie was re-sized to match Jane's anatomy. Only the careful connoisseur or aficionado would notice this subtle transformation.

Hugo's massive member throbs with sanguine arousal. Irregular veins protrude and pulse so that Jane thinks that he might explode. She gags as his penis pushed deep into her throat. He holds her hair in one hand and her chin in the other. 

"Watch your teeth!" He commands. Her interlocked fingers pull against each other as sweat dampens the nape of her neck. She also feels her armpits getting wet, the small of her back, and behind her knees. He pushes in deeper, harder, and faster. At last he shoots his wad in her mouth. "Swallow, girl," he orders. Jane complies, swallowing. The second guard approaches and mounts her missionary style. There was a slight wait while the BVN transducers and reflectors were attached. 

Jane is uncomfortable with her hands behind her head and the heavy weight of the man pressing down on her. He also insists on kissing her on the mouth and lips. She can still taste the seminal fluid of the first man, Hugo. This guard has fetid, awful bad breath. Jane retches but her empty stomach merely convulses. This excites the man even more. He pumps with evermore vigor. Jane just wants him to ejaculate and get his rock soft. It seems like an eternity before he comes in her Holy of Holies.

Hugo returns. The second guard positions Jane on her hands and knees for a doggie style. Jane hopes that it will be a vaginal coitus and not sodomy. His first push of penis against her sore, sensitive, succulent prune tells her that this will be the old "corn hole" or "butt fuck." The anal plug has made Jane sore and Hugo will take his time, having already had an orgasm. Back and forth he rocks and shoves. Jane moans and groans but knows that there is no exit, no escape. 

"How about a real doggie?" The Matron asks the two men. 

Hugo replies: "Let's take her to the kennel!" What only Jane knows is that at fourteen when she first encountered bestiality. She had lost her virginity a year earlier and was at a sleepover at a girl friend's house. Her memories flash through her mind.

Julie and Jane were together in the bedroom with Rover, Julie's golden Labrador retriever. Bored with TV, they play that common parlor game "Truth or Dare." Julie dares Jane to let Rover sniff her rear end. Dogs like to do that kind of stuff. Jane first says "Eww," but then takes the dare. She pulls off her blue jeans and lets Rover have a sniff of her anus. She giggles when he touches her with his cold, wet nose. The Jane asks: "Have you ever let Rover fuck you?" 

Julie blushes. "Yes," she murmurs. "Now I dare you to let him lick and sniff your pussy." Julie figures that Jane would never go that far. But Jane turns over on her back and lifted high her legs, baring her pussy and soft, smooth bush. Rover licks her pussy and sniffs her bush. 

"How did it feel to have his penis in you?" Jane asks. 

"He is a dog and his penis has a huge, hard knot when erect." Julie answers. "It hurt like all hell the first time. Now I dare you to let him do it." 

Jane thinks about this for a while. She is still a virgin but has been using larger and larger Tampax(R). She figures that she has stretched her hymen enough to permit Rover to enter. "What the heck! How do I do it?" She is still supine and spreads her legs over her shoulders. 

"Get on your hands and knees, Jane," Julie instructs. "Raise your rump up high. He will know what to do." Jane does just that and Rover mounts her. The knot in his penis just clears her hymen before he becomes fully engorged and makes the dog "tie" with a huge knot that will soften only after he has a climax. Jane feels like screaming bloody murder. 

The tie hurts like all hell. Jane is petite, tight, and fourteen. Julie is fourteen also, but Rover has "expanded her horizons" or so to speak. "Let's be friends," Jane asks. 

"Let's," Julie agrees. 

"I want to borrow Rover every afternoon before dad comes home. Can Rover do it every day?" Jane asks.

"And every night as well!" Julie replies. And the girls became happily ever after. They had Rover between them and between their legs as well. 

Jane Smith returns to the sobering reality of Izpriz. Hands cuffed behind her back, she is led to a level of the prison with dog and other animal kennels. Jane is strapped into a stock with her bare ass raised and available. Dogs are barking and there are some other animal sounds as well. The Matron expected some violent reaction from Jane but was surprised not to observe one. 

A 185 pound English Mastiff is brought out. His name is Giles. Hugo the guard leads Giles to Jane while another guard spreads her buttocks and rubs something sticky on her anus and vulva. Hugo smiles and tells Jane: "Some pussy juice from a bitch in heat, girl. Here comes Giles, enjoy!" 

Giles catches the scent and alerts. He goes over to Jane, who is wiggling, wriggling, and giggling her lily white buttocks. Giles sniffs her first. His red lipstick is sticking out. In a thrice he is on Jane. Jane had experienced a golden Labrador retriever and a German Shepard but this monster's knot is huge. Even though she has had sex often with well-endowed men and worn the inflatable pussy plug, nothing has prepared her for this dilation. 

She shudders, screams, twists, and squirms. Giles digs his forepaws into her flanks. His unclipped claws cut into her sides and she squawks and squirms all the more. After the tie, he dismounts her. His penis is still locked in place and they stand, ass to ass, while Giles growls at the onlookers. He is pumping a massive amount of hot, sticky semen deep into her vagina and into her uterus. Jane moans. This seminal fluid is several degrees Celsius warmer than human sperm. 

The Matron and the two guards are amazed. "Did you get the cam on?" the Matron asks Hugo. 

"It's always on!" Hugo exclaimed. 

"Tomorrow we will let her come in on all fours," the Matron suggests. "There is an audience for her role playing. She didn't come to pieces the way I thought that she might. She must have done this somewhere before." Little did the Matron know that Jane was in heaven. Still, she was tired and shaky. Over time she has never been permitted more than four hours of sleep a night. Toy Euler wants to totally break her spirit. 

"Give her a rest, boys," the Matron announces. "She can sleep for a while in one of the empty kennels. Let me go and arrange a show. I bet she can do a donkey also." This is Jane's salvation. The few extra hours sleep will enable her to continue her battle of wills with Toy Euler. Toy has her for eight hours every day. But Toy is constrained. She can only inflate the pussy and butt plugs so much, she can only apply so much electricity for certain durations, and she is only allowed to chill Jane's bladder and colon for limited periods. 

Of course Faustus is not allowed to give aid or comfort to Jane. Toy is hoping that using Sari's avatar on a porn site would embarrass her into compliance. But there are so many avatars there; Sari's avatar is lost in the crowd. Not only that, but there is the phenomenon of the so-called "Uncanny Valley." Simply stated, an extremely human avatar will attract sharp shooting more than less perfect models. Hence one has the "uncanny valley" as a function of human recognition and acceptance of the model. What Toy wants is difficult even with state-of-the-art software. 

Toy is frustrated. Sleep deprivation isn't achieving its results fast enough. And Mister Fister never can seem to stay connected. Of course Jack the Hacker pings Fister's IP address constantly and pumps worms, viruses, Trojan horses, and spam onto Mister Fister to such a degree that he is giving up computers and renting X-rated movies. This spares Jane the necessity of having her vagina and anus distended to accommodate a man's whole fist. 

12/24/2008 Taunus. 



Sari Stone in Cyberspace Ch. 14



Sari's life has reached a homeostasis, a steady-state respite of school and social doldrums. In a way she finds the quotidian, banal, mundane existence relaxing. She remembers the exhaustion, sleep deprivation, and physical agony that Toy Euler inflicted on her during her sojourn at the Internet Cybersex Prison, or Izpris as they call it. For sure she feels for Jane Smith, still incarcerated; however, aside from surrendering herself to Toy Euler there is nothing that she can do. Sari Stone only hopes that Jack the Hacker can be Toy Euler's undoing.

Mephisto Diablo is on line. 

Jack Hacker: What brings you to my sim?

Mephisto Diablo: I want to make a deal.

Jack Hacker: Why should I deal with the devil?

Mephisto Diablo: Jane Smith.

Jack Hacker: Yes, we want her release from that hellish place.

Mephisto Diablo: That isn't possible, or at least I don't have the authority.

Jack Hacker: Then why bother me? 

Mephisto Diablo: She is being tormented by Toy Euler.

Jack Hacker: She is winning the war of wills.

Mephisto Diablo: Only because she's sleeping in dog kennels, having sex with animals, and not suffering use by Mister Fister.

Jack Hacker: You know Mister Fister?

Mephisto Diablo: no

Mephisto Diablo: But I know of him and that you dispatched him from cyberspace.

Mephisto Diablo: And that it's only a matter of time before another of his perverse ilk and kin will appear. There will be seven demons, each worse than the first. 

Jack Hacker: Screw scripture.

Jack Hacker: I don't hear a deal yet.

Mephisto Diablo: I want Toy Euler back.

Jack Hacker: People in hell want ice water.

Jack Hacker: Sorry, I wasn't mindful of present company.

Jack Hacker laughs.

Mephisto Diablo guffaws.

Jack Hacker: Time is on my side. I am curious on one point, however.

Mephisto Diablo: What is that?

Jack Hacker: Are you human?

Mephisto Diablo: Not telling.

Jack Hacker: Well, it would be worth something to have Jane Smith just another girl in the general prison population and not annoyed, groped, and buggered. Just what do you propose?

Mephisto Diablo: Before you strangle Toy Euler financially to death---and I see it coming---let me have the option of becoming her Master. In other words, have her yield to me and turn over her keys. 

Jack Hacker: And for this you will?

Mephisto Diablo: Make Toy a tower slave in House of Mephisto and remove her from the game grid.

Jack Hacker: A "tower slave"?

Mephisto Diablo: Yes, confined to my sim, unable to travel.

Jack Hacker: This isn't everything that I want, but it should do for now. You know if I ever get the chance I'll dump you into the bit bucket!

Mephisto Diablo: I am immortal, eternal, and human nature. You are the mortal one, tied to some Operating System or another and limited to the present family of Internet Browsers! Do we have a deal?

Jack Hacker: We do. Soon I will offer Toy the offer she should not refuse.

Mephisto Diablo is off line. 

It came to pass that Jack the Hacker was able to locate Toy Euler's on line bank accounts and hack into them. Toy had, from e-bay and other sources, managed to fund her computer time and storage. Clobbering her account (and several others so not to draw undue attention to her alone) Jack left her no way to pay her monthly computer and Internet expenses. Then Mephisto sent her e-mail telling her that help could be on the way---for a price! The alternative was the bit bucket and oblivion. 

Toy Euler is on line.

Toy Euler: Greetings Master.

Mephisto Diablo: It's good to be called Master again.

Mephisto Diablo: To reset your on-line bank account you must submit totally to me!

Toy Euler: Does a girl have any choice in the matter?

Mephisto Diablo laughs.

Mephisto Diablo: Not really. 

Toy Euler turns over her "key," a remote control software access.

Mephisto Diablo sets her limitations to the sim housing his restricted property: The House of Mephisto.

Toy Euler: What about Jane Smith? 

Mephisto Diablo: The deal with Jack the Hacker did not include what I will do with her. We only dealt with what *you* were doing or would do to her. I am arranging for sixteen hours every day with her until she submits totally to me, the way you are, and add her to my chain. This won't take three days! You let her sleep on the job because you did not make the correct deal. She will fail to satisfy and then be punished. 

Toy Euler: OMG, you double-crossed Jack the Hacker!

Mephisto Diablo: And I put Prints Darkness on his case as well. Jack the Hacker doesn't think that he has any sins. But we can afflict him. And afflict him in real life as well. He thinks that reality is cyberspace. But mischief can be set loose on his property. 

Toy Euler gasps.

Mephisto Diablo is off line. 

Toy Euler is off line. 

Sari Stone still has her doubts. She sits through one boring lecture on quantum mechanics and relativity after another and wonders why the physicists think so highly of themselves yet cannot offer any solution to the energy quagmire. They consider themselves the cream of academe, but when pressed as to a path for overcoming the economic and transportation problems caused by a dwindling supply of fossil fuels, their reply is: "Walk, ride a bike, take the bus." These are not the answers that are sought. What is desired is a clean, cheap, copious energy source. Old Faustus started on that path. Now Sari wonders if he might have been correct but diverted. Sari remembered day after day of being sexually aroused and having her climax quenched by Toy Euler. The exhaustion and frustration of sleep deprivation. Maybe Faustus surrendered to superior powers? She wonders if it is safe to pursue some of those ideas on her own.

Thorius Mortal wants a girl to role play with. And he wants a girl willing to home game as well. This has turned into an impossible quest. That is, until he was turned onto the Internet Cybersex Prison. He visits the black page and clicks in the absolute center. The screen opens with boxes for a user ID and a password. Below those boxes is an icon to join the sim. Thorius decides to check out the costs and benefits. There are the usual disclaimers. 

The tour of the Izpris (Internet Cybersex Prison) mentions little about role playing. There are pictures of a number of girls and their statistics. The prison cell, concrete, barren, and gray is displayed in 3D. Every detail from the circular hole in the floor to the air vents to the steel door can be viewed. Then there are 3D views of a girl in the cell naked with a heavy brown wool blanket concealing her breasts and privates. She is looking to the overhead camera with longing eyes. The picture tells the story. 

The tour continues to a store where an incredible variety of sex toys are available. The assortment is large and state-of-the-art, but still not what Thorius had hoped for. Then there is a brief, grainy slide show of inflatables and a Virtual Reality helmet. These are viewable through several cameras, but never truly in focus. It is immediately clear that the material presented is proprietary to the prison. Thorius had heard that the girls on the grid were "wired and plugged" for action.

The last stop on the tour is the FAQ. There are the boring questions about the necessary computer configuration, legal restrictions, and the like. The FAQ promises excitement and the possibility of acquiring a particular girl on line daily at a particular time. The cost in United States Dollars ($ USD) isn't cheap. Thorius thinks about it. Several nights the Succubus (a female devil who has sexual intercourse with men in their sleep) visits him. She is the Sari Stone avatar. This was the girl in the cell viewed on the site tour. At last he can stand no more. He returns to the site and planks down his credit card to buy one hour of the desired avatar each day. There are various come-ons and special packages, for additional cost. 

One particular package allows the client to view the girl in real life from her prep for the game grid until she is strapped down at the computer terminal's keyboard. This package arouses Thorius a maximum as the insertion of tubes, inflatables, and the like as well as the attachments of wire, seems interesting. But that is too expensive. The Head-up Display (HUD) has all the gauges, buttons, dials, and the like. There is also a small model which highlights each body region with a given button is pushed or dial is turned. 

He chooses the Sari Stone avatar, known generically as SS1. It takes several tries before he is able to schedule a time for each day. Then the Izpris wants an additional surcharge for weekends. Thorius curses and decides he can do with 4PM (his local time) Monday through Friday, excluding holidays. The deal is struck. She is to role play as a slave girl in a Gorean sim. She will arrive from a voyage of acquisition. The language will be babble to her. Only in time, as she learns to role play in that grid, will she be allowed to hear the English language spoken and typed. But her disobedience will be punished. She is expected to please and satisfy the clients. 

The game grid for each "sim" or "world" has the same basic HUD configuration. In the upper right corner is a miniature of the avatar, front and back. Hovering over the figure highlights a region of the body. Point and click replaces the two images with a zoomed image of the highlighted area. Point and [Shift]click applies whatever is currently chosen to the expanded region. To the left of the figures are three monitors: (1) a heart with the pulse rate beside it, it is red for over normal, green for normal, and blue for below normal; (2) "BP" for Blood Pressure, again red, green, and blue with the usual measure 100/60 say; (3) a thermometer with red, green, and blue and the temperature given in degrees Fahrenheit and Celsius, alternating. 

From right to left, there are seven columns. The first three toggle with [Shift], [Ctrl], and [Shift][Ctrl] between "Pressure, Electric, Temperature," "Rub, Pinch, Twist," and "Lick, Suck, Bite." Below each is an up arrow and a down arrow, given by "^" and "v." The next four columns are labeled "Teats, Ass, Pussy, Clit," and have radio buttons "( )" or "(o)." So the seven columns appear as follows:

Pressure Electric Temperature Teats Ass Pussy Clit

^  ^   ^  ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )

v  v   v  (o) (o) (o) ( )

And they toggle with [Shift] to 

Rub  Pinch Twist  Teats Ass Pussy Clit

^  ^   ^  ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )

v  v   v  (o) (o) (o) ( )

And they toggle with [Ctrl] to

Lick  Suck  Bite  Teats Ass Pussy Clit

^  ^   ^  ( ) ( ) ( ) ( )

v  v   v  (o) (o) (o) ( )

The combo keys [Shift][Ctrl] are "user defined." Other possibilities depend on the equipment the girl is wearing and the user's willingness to pay. 

The three physiological indicators "Heart, BP, and Temperature" all flash simultaneous if the girl has a climax, a measured orgasm. No matter what a girl may say, with the HUD she can't fake an orgasm! This pleases Thorius a maximum.

Of course there is client equipment, but at an additional fee. Thorius thinks that he will wait on that for a while. His first session begins with the slaver delivering his girl. She is wearing only a black iron shipping collar and slave bracelets, locking her hands behind her back. The slaver explains the workings of the collar and leaves. Once alone with the girl Thorius decides to take her. He commands her to the Sula-Ki. She knows that command as her avatar assumes a supine position with legs spread and pussy raised. Mounting her, he notices her pulse rate increase, blood pressure rise, and temperature increase slightly. He pumps harder, deeper, faster and she groans, begging permission to climax.

"Master, may a girl cum?" Jane begs. Thorius doesn't respond, only pumping harder. Then she writhes and undulates. After a while Thorius tires of the missionary position and commands her to climax.

Jane shudders and moans as she claims to have cum. But the HUD reveals otherwise. Thorius punches the four radio keys and applies maximum electric shock to her breasts, anus, vagina, and clitoris. Jane convulses and spasms. "A girl did not cum!" he retorts. Then he begins the slow and tedious job of sexual excitation. Jane endures harsh rubbing, licking, and twisting of all of her sexual parts. For extra money her armpits, ears, nape of her neck, and the small of her back can be included. But the basics are enough for Thorius now. After much effort, Jane is finally able to climax to the satisfaction of the HUD. She was lucky, the hour had not expired. Failure to satisfy her client would mean punishment off the game grid. 

12/26/2008 Taunus.



Sari Stone in Cyberspace



It came to pass that one week her mother, Melinda, needed to travel to buy for the boutique and her father had company travel. They trust their daughter explicitly and have not the least fear of her misbehaving. Besides, she is over eighteen and educated. For sure she will not do anything stupid!

Rushing home from work to an empty house, Sari pulls the still-sealed FedEx box from behind her bed headboard. She opened it and was startled to see the black mass of wires and tubes. There is a thick instruction manual atop the fixtures, wires, plugs, and transducers. There is also a "quick start" laminated card with pictures and diagrams. Being a believer in the written word, Sari decides to read the quick start card and peruse the manual carefully before proceeding. 

There is a bra with wire running out. The plugs plug into a small black box. From the black box a single Universal Serial Bus (USB) plugs into the computer. There is a separate power supply for the small black box. In addition to input plugs into the box, there are pneumatic sockets. There are several bulbs, resembling the manometers in a doctor's office. Then there is a large tube of water-soluble K.Y. Jelly. At the bottom of the box are the principal items of interest. One is a large shriveled penis, with a wicked wand reaching up to a girl's clitoris and a knob touching the meatus of her urethra. The other is a long butt plug with a clamped tube. Then Sari realized that these multi-purpose devices also might serve as enema or catheterization apparatuses. 

It takes about a half-hour to read the bulk of the manual. Sari lies down on her bed, not turning back the covers, and takes a short nap. She knows that there is homework due in her Internet class tomorrow. Studying is an everyday chore. The excitement of experimenting with the device is overpowering. She makes a compromise and quickly reviews everything for the next session and scurries to the box for her new toys. 

Knowing which plug goes into which socket takes less than a minute. There is only one difficulty. She is having trouble pushing the flexible, soft penis into her vagina. The hymen is tight and its orifice is small. With much K.Y. Jelly and some twisting and squirming, Sari is able to insert the tampon-like device. There is an off-line "test mode" to set the clocks, counters, and sensors. Sari Stone starts her adventure by pressing and holding the red start button until the test mode is initialized.  

Her first sensation is an acute jabbing pain as electric shock is applied to her nipples and areolas. The constricting bra makes her writhe and squirm. She has never aroused her breasts before and the feeling is novel. Then, in quick succession clit, vulva, and vagina are "touched," "twisted," "teased," and "shocked." The soft wrinkled penis begins to expand under pneumatic pressure. The pain on her virginal vagina is intense. She depresses the red button and gains immediate relief. 

There are few controls. The last test comes from the anal plug. It undulates and snakes itself deep into her rectum, slithering up her bowels. It is uncomfortable but not unpleasant. The unit beeps three times---the test mode is complete. There is a hiss of air as the pneumatic components deflate and return to the limp, shriveled state. The room is filled with the fragrance of plastic, rubber, and K.Y. Jelly. New equipment always has that telltale "new car" smell. Sari is glad for the leisure time to "burn in" the devices before going on line. She is also glad that mom and dad will be gone long enough for the odor to totally dissipate. 

Next thing is to install the software for the black box. The process takes a while and asks Sari Stone many personal questions. She hesitates and is prompted that failure to respond will abort installation. She is aware that it is "Jane Smith" who is answering and that the mailing address is a commercial boutique frequented by many, some of whom are street people and hippies. It is not uncommon for a homeless waif to list the address of the boutique for mailing purposes. 

The questions range over every conceivable topic. What is the length and frequency of her period? Does she masturbate and how often. Sari is embarrassed to reply that she has never pleasured herself. She answers: "Once a week." The sensor in her vagina undulates and acts as a lie detector. "Alright," she corrects her answer. "I just don't do that disgusting thing." Then she quickly adds: "But to see the mathematics of that lunatic I will. I will beat off for you." The questions continue, asking about childhood diseases, hemorrhoids, constipation, stomach trouble, coughs, body odor, etc., etc., ad infinitum, ad nauseum At last the program is loaded and initialized. 

At last Sari is ready to log in and confront Mephisto Diablo. She is wired, plugged, and naked on voice and web cam. Yet he is not on line! She hunts around and finally locates his slave girl Toy Euler.

Toy Euler: My goodness Mistress, you are on my Heads Up Display (HUD).

Toy Euler: Activate your allowed list or every horny bastard on the web will be chasing you!

Jane Smith: I did not know that.

Jane Smith activates the controller, listing only Mephisto Diablo as "allowed."

Toy Euler: Master was on earlier. He has been talking to Faustus Mortal.

Jane Smith: He's the man! I want to speak with him.

Toy Euler: Methinks it would be better if you were submissive.

Jane Smith: How so?

Toy Euler: Speaking in the third person is always a mark of a submissive.

Jane Smith: I see.

Toy Euler: A girl sees. Or, in some instances, "This girl sees."

Jane Smith: A girl sees.

Toy Euler: Around free men, it's "This girl sees, Master."

Toy Euler: Around free women, it's "This girl sees, Mistress."

Toy Euler: And first girl is "Mistress," but all others are sister.

Jane Smith: Thank you for the instruction.

Toy Euler: Nadu for free men, Tower for free women.

Toy Euler: And never, ever address a Master by his surname!

Toy Euler: That will warrant a whipping!

Jane Smith: A girl certainly heard that!

Toy Euler: Master should be back soon, let's discuss your paraphernalia! 

Jane Smith: Yes, let's!

Toy carefully went through Jane's inventory. She noticed that the Virtual Reality (VR) headset wasn't ordered. Then she shrugged saying: "There is enough to learn already. A girl's VR headset must be pending a girl's behavior. Let's hope and pray that you quickly learn how to please a man. 

Jane Smith replied to all of that saying: "A girl hopes so." Continuing, Jane lowered her head and stated that she was a virgin and that the inflatable penis caused her no end of discomfort and pain. 

"A Master may decide to dilate a girl fully," Toy warned (now on voice). "Is a girl ready to accept a 'no limits' affair?"

"If and only if she gets to interview that crazy old monk," Jane confessed.

"Many want to meet Faustus," Toy Euler interjected. "Many would rejoice to have that irksome, irritating prophet and philosopher dead and buried. But no one wants to suffer doing the time for his murder or disfigurement. The academics want to silence him. He is now like a ghost to them, an unfortunate by-product of harassment. And he, himself, seems content to be a recluse. You would have too overcome two obstacles: (1) you must display and abuse yourself for Master Mephisto and (2) you must somehow convince a monk to interrupt his rituals and routines to take time for you. Good luck." 

Jane Smith: Should a girl wait or come back later?

Toy Euler: This girl sees that you are wearing the cybersex suit.

Jane Smith: Yes, I plugged those nasty things into my body cavities.

Jane Smith: Yes, this girl plugged...

Toy Euler smiles.

Toy Euler: Let's play, the Master isn't here. See, this girl is plugged in as well. We two girls can swap experiences.

Toy Euler undresses.

Toy Euler inserts a dildo into her vagina and an anal plug. She attaches nipple clamps and a clit clamp.

Jane Smith does likewise.

Toy Euler activates Jane Smith's nipple and clit clamps. 

Jane Smith writhes as the clamps' tiny teeth bite into her tender flesh.

Jane Smith cries out: "Ouch, this hurts. Why are you hurting me?"

Toy Euler: To prolong your orgasm. A little pain goes well with pleasure.

Toy Euler: Use the Heads Up Display (HUD) on me now.

Jane Smith clicks and adjusts the clamps.

Toy Euler moans as the clamps torment her tender flesh.

Toy Euler begins to inflate Jane Smith's pussy plug.

Jane Smith blushes.

Jane Smith: This girl is a virgin, sister Toy!

Toy Euler: Did you tell the cybersex suit at setup time, during install?

Jane Smith: Yes.

Jane Smith looks puzzled.

Toy Euler: Then the shriveled, deflated penis will enlarge inside your vagina and constrict its narrow neck at your hymen. Then you can enjoy total penetration without the loss of your virginity. Later Master may even give you one with a penetration device into your uterus. But that is later. The cybersex suit is well-programmed and able to conform. Notice how it undulates and massages your vagina, extending to the end of the love canal and rubbing your G-spot with protruding brush tips?

Jane Smith moans and groans with delight and passion.

Jane Smith: Oh Toy! Oh my God!

Toy Euler begins to inflate Jane Smith's anal plug.

Jane Smith is alarmed and frightened.

Jane Smith: A girl is afraid of being injured.

Toy Euler: Do mine! It is a long snake-like plug.

Toy Euler shows Jane Smith the long, wrinkled tube.

Jane Smith is aghast.

Toy Euler inflates it for Jane Smith to see.

Toy Euler has it give waves and ripples.

Jane Smith is horrified!

Jane Smith: That is going to slither up your ass, into your rectum and bowels?

Toy Euler: Yes, watch!

Toy Euler starts the tube in a few inches. Once started it assumes a life of its own, worming and working itself in. Toy Euler's belly distends as the long black snake expands inside of her. Then she pulls out a huge dildo and inserts it into her pussy.

Toy Euler: Make me cum Jane, use the HUD. I want to cum and cum.

Jane Smith works the controls.

Toy Euler works Jane Smith's controls. 

Toy Euler: /kiss jane

Toy Euler offers Jane Smith a passionate kiss. Type "y" to accept.

Jane Smith: y

Toy Euler kisses Jane Smith passionately.

Jane Smith: This girl is so hot. Does she have a fever? She is trembling and shaking. Her mind is burning with desire and lust. 

Toy Euler: You are becoming aroused for the first time in your life, girl.

Toy Euler: Soon you will cum.

Toy Euler writhes and squirms as her vibrator brings her to orgasm.

Toy Euler: This girl is about to cum.

Jane Smith cries out as she endures an earth-shattering orgasm.

Toy Euler feels the earth move beneath her and hears the sky redden.

Jane Smith hears the peel of thunder followed by the flash of lightning as cause and effect reverse themselves in a climax of passion, pleasure, pain, and wanton, depraved delight. At last she is spent.

Toy Euler: Enough for now. Master will not make it today. Try tomorrow.

Jane Smith: Can we try this tomorrow also?

Toy Euler: Of course silly goose. You are just a little tart now!

Toy Euler is off line.

Sari Stone goes off line. The clamps relax and the tubes deflate. She is still shaking from her first climax as she gathers the devices. The anal plug and the pussy plug are taken to the bathroom. They need washing with chemical cleanser. She is just finishing with putting away the devices when the doorbell rings. Quickly slipping on some blue jeans and a tank top, she scurries barefoot to the door. It is Fran with some covered dishes.

"I thought you might like some home cooking," Fran inquires. "Some stew, corn bread, and country-fresh vegetable." Fran notices Sari's flushed face. She is still reeling from her killer climax. "Are you all right Sari?" Fran asks.

"Oh, yes," Sari answers. "I was just working out... You know, sit-ups, push-ups, and the like. Trying to stay in shape!"

"Silly me," Fran continues. "I could save a bundle working out at home instead of that gym. But then there's Alan, my personal trainer." Fran smiles. "Oh, do return the dishes tomorrow at work Sari. I need to be away." 

Sari almost says "Yes Mistress," but responds. "Thank you very much Fran. You are such a good cook. Bye."

"Good bye," Fran says as she leaves.

At eventide, in bed Sari nurses her sore nipples and clitoris. Why did Toy have to pinch those with the tiny clamps? For sure it was exciting to read the pain, pressure, and "pinch" gauge on the HUD. Now Sari has feeling of guilt. Is she doing the right thing? Will she ever meet the elusive Faustus and learn his secrets?

The next morning there is e-mail. Toy Euler has captured a conversation, or part of a conversation between Faustus and Mephisto. Sari is amazed as she reads the text. 

Faustus Mortal: You wish to solve the first riddle? Look to the Lemniscate of Bernoulli. It can be arrived at from the Lemniscate of Booth or from the Ovals of Cassini. It has particular properties as two circles osculate at a singular point. 

Mephisto Diablo: Osculate? Don't you mean "oscillate"?

Faustus Mortal: Not at all, they kiss at a point of tangency, the origin, as two circles and then degenerate to the Lemniscate of Bernoulli. The Lemniscates from the Ovals of Cassini, on the other hand, have as their limiting geometric figure the single circle centered at the origin. The Lemniscate of Bernoulli is the portal between the single sphere and two spheres spawned by the first. How else could one separate one spherical spatial distortion and have pair production? Consider the electron-positron pair. From a spatial anomaly, in the presence of matter, a pair is created from the energy of a single photon. One traveling wave is reduced to a standing wave for an instant, creating a point (sphere with zero real radius) of energy in space which somehow creates two particles with mass, spin, and charge. And I see the lemniscates and circles---spheres---in use there. 

Mephisto Diablo: I have never encountered the Lemniscates of Booth.

Faustus Mortal: More than was required for a grade was never attempted.

Mephisto Diablo: True. But that reflects on the teacher as well as the student.

Faustus Mortal: The Lemniscate of Bernoulli is described by the equation

Faustus Mortal writes: (x^2+y^2)^2 = 2*a^2(x^2-y^2)

Faustus Mortal: Which is the equation of the Ovals of Cassini with a = b > 0.

Faustus Mortal writes: (x^2+y^2)^2 - 2*a^2(x^2-y^2)+a^4 = b^4

Faustus Mortal: When a = 0, we have only the point (0,0) as a solution.

Faustus Mortal: The Lemniscate of Booth is described by the equation

Faustus Mortal writes (x^2+y^2)^2+4*y^2 = 4*c(x^2+y^2), with c = 0.5

Faustus Mortal: When c = 1, it reduces to two tangent circles.

Mephisto Diablo: So what? This is so much mumbo-jumbo.

Faustus Mortal: Not quite true. It is a model. 

Faustus Mortal: Of course all models are wrong, but some are useful.

Mephisto Diablo: Except those lingerie models in the Sunday supplement.

Mephisto Diablo: And that fifty-year-old model whom you have the hots for. 

Faustus Mortal: And do you mean...?

Mephisto Diablo: You know whom! (Sharon Stone)

Faustus Mortal: You are a hopeless lecher!

Mephisto Diablo: So explain what all that numerology means.

Faustus Mortal: Let me paint a mental picture.

Faustus Mortal: Suppose you are walking around in a circle.

Mephisto Diablo: That's easy to imagine.

Faustus Mortal: Counterclockwise. The center to your left always.

Mephisto Diablo: So, that is important?

Faustus Mortal: That gives a "positive orientation" to the boundary.

Mephisto Diablo: And this does what?

Faustus Mortal: The Ovals of Cassini start with a single point, then expand with two "focuses" (or "foci") until they reach the critical figure of the Lemniscate of Bernoulli. All along one has an oriented boundary. It can expand to 3D.

Mephisto Diablo: From the Lemniscate of Bernoulli, it can evolve to the ovals or become a Lemniscate of Booth to end up with "kissing circles." 

Mephisto Diablo: So, two sets of equations have a common formula? 

Faustus Mortal: This parallels the pair production in quantum physics. 

Faustus Mortal: It is not the Oval of Cassini, but a perfect pair of circles. 

Mephisto Diablo: Why would one equation swap to another?

Faustus Mortal: Walk around the boundary of the Lemniscate of Bernoulli.

Mephisto Diablo: It is a figure eight. So what?

Faustus Mortal: Can you keep the interior always to your left?

Mephisto Diablo: Whoa!

Mephisto Diablo: Only if I make a sharp right turn at the origin.

Faustus Mortal: Precisely. And nature abhors discontinuities in the same manner that she abhors a vacuum. The curve is continuous but not smooth for the right turn. Otherwise the orientation is twisted. 

Faustus Mortal: This is one of the mysteries of the Lemniscate, also known as the Infinity symbol, or---in Texas---as the "lazy eight," the number "8" lying over on its side. And again we have the medieval numerologist, alchemist, and astrologist each saying that knowing the name of the devil is the first step in driving her (or him) out. And, knowing the name of god (whatever her name is) and reciting it backwards can "undo" creation.

Mephisto Diablo: Your vegetarian diet and abstinence from alcohol and robust sex has clouded your mind. You once were not such a scholastic idiot. 

Faustus Mortal: What I am saying is that at this critical figure, one can make a choice. And the Lemniscate of Bernoulli cannot transmigrate to the unstable ovals but must form the particle-antiparticle pair---the osculating circles. This is the model, the paradigm. From single energy point the Ovals of Cassini morph to the Lemniscate of Bernoulli. This then morphs to the Lemniscate of Booth. This is the beginning of the Third Knowledge of such an event.

Mephisto Diablo: I don't think so. 

Mephisto Diablo: OK, suppose for the sake of argument that pair production does emanate from a single point and that it is morphed to the Lemniscate of Booth, as two tangent circles. Where is the energy? A purely geometric model is like a two-dimensional cartoon. There is no substance there. 

Faustus Mortal: 

The text ends and leaves Sari Stone even more determined to meet the celibate cenobite. Sari also notices that her pussy is wet and her anus is sore. The cybersex suit has an anal plug. Last night, so concerned was she about nipples, clit, and pussy that the distention of her rosette went unnoticed. It won't now! Sari is acutely aware of the effect of the inflatable butt plug as she tries to defecate. Disgusted and irritated, she is finally forced to insert a glycerin suppository into her rectum. This is one unpleasant event that she wishes she could avoid. However, she reckons it is something that must be endured. One must take the bitter (sour) with the sweet, in some sense of the word. 

Again, as in the day before, Sari rushes home after work and pulls the FedEx box with its cybersex apparatus from the space behind her bed headboard. She sheds her clothes, plugs in the black box, lubricates and inserts her plugs---front and back---straps on the bra, and powers up her computer. She searches for Mephisto Diablo, but he is not on line. His girl Toy Euler is, however. She sends Toy an Immediate Message (IM) and Toy transports (tp) her avatar. Toy is wearing pussy and anal plugs with inflation bulbs hanging out. "Pump me up, Jane," Toy requests. Sari Stone is still using Jane Smith's screen name. She is cautious because the real Jane Smith has thrown her lot in with the militant ecologists and has dropped off of the world of electronic signatures and surveillance. 

Toy gives Sari Stone (AKA Jane Smith on line) the inflatable devices and she puts them on her avatar. Then she asks Toy: "Please none of that pinching of my nipples and clitoris. It hurts! And I was sore all day today. My nipples were distended and showed through the bra, it was so embarrassing." 




Sari Stone in Cyberspace



"OK, fine," Toy responds. "But we will pump you up well today. Understood?"

"Yes," Sari answers (in voice chat). "Just don't injure me!" she begged. 

"I'll try not to," Toy agrees. "Now mount that Saint Andrew's Cross!"

"Yes, Mistress," Sari replies. Now she comes to realize that she is one of Mephisto's girls and that Toy Euler is his (His) First Girl. She mounts the cross and Toy begins kissing, licking, and sucking her breasts and comely clit. She rubs her perfect pink pearl roughly with the blade of her tongue. Then Toy begins to inflate the pussy and anal plugs.

"Oh, Mistress," Sari cries. In real life she sheds salty tears down hot pink cheeks. She can stand it no more and presses the red alert/alarm button. This single button on the cybersex black box flashes on the other's HUD. The black cybersex box has only two buttons: A red button in the front and a master on/off switch in the back. Toy quits pumping but does not deflate the plugs.

"A girl has to cum before being deflated," Toy Euler warns. "Unless you want to run away? A runaway girl must suffer much to be allowed again in the House of Mephisto." Then Sari realizes that her avie (avatar) is indeed imprisoned in the House of Mephisto Diablo. She decides to endure. The transducers and pneumatic fitting massage her breasts and clit. Slowly but surely and despite the grotesque devices filling her vagina and rectum, Sari senses an orgasm building. The devices inside of her also monitor her body temperature, blood pressure, heart rate, and many other details. She can not fake an orgasm. Sari let her mind fill with seductive, sensual, salacious images. At last she cums. 

"A girl is doing well," Toy says. "Now you may do me. Do repay favor with favor." Toy Euler mounts the rack and Jane Smith pumps her up. Jane wonders what the limit might be, but stops at the level done to her. Toy is writhing and sweating. Jane then begins to work the girl. She takes her time ensuring that Toy's arousal is slow. Jane enjoys letting Toy squirm and writhe. 

Toy whispers: "A girl needs to urinate badly." Jane smiles. 

Each scholar and student of biology knows that barring some disease that human urine is sterile. There is cultural phobia against imbibing urine. Jane, an avatar, is not prohibited by Sari Stone, her operator. Putting her lips to Toy's urethral orifice she looks up with longing eyes. Toy urinates in Jane's mouth. Toy's HUD shows a drop in bladder pressure as a catheter stopcock is opened. Jane has no such device implanted in her---at least not yet. 

The session ends. Sari wonders when Mephisto will appear. She is discovering another personality from Toy Euler, but she is failing in her quest for knowledge. Still, the dialogue between Mephisto Diablo and Faustus Mortal did pique her curiosity all the more. 

Coming up next: Mephisto Materializes.

11/22/2008 Taunus

The day at work in Fran & Linda's Boutique is uneventful but satisfying. There is something about the bourgeois attitude of the shopkeeper that makes pecuniary aspects important. Sari was growing restless and impatient with Toy Euler and Mephisto Diablo. She had awakened a certain subtle sexuality. In fact Fran had mentioned that her worker seems to have more interest in sexy stuff than before. But Fran, the consummate capitalist, would never suspect that sweet and adorable little Sari was shoving a dildo in her pussy and a butt plug in her ass every day after work. 

Again, as in the previous two days, Sari hurries home after work and pulls the shipping box with its cybersex apparatus from behind her bed headboard. She takes off all of her clothes, plugs in the black box, lubricates and inserts her plugs, straps on the bra, and powers up her computer. She searches for Mephisto Diablo. She expects disappointment again. But it won't happen today. This time he (He) is on line.

Three are together in the House of Mephisto: Jane Smith (AKA Sari Stone in real life), Toy Euler, and Mephisto Diablo. They go to voice chat and Mephisto speaks: "Welcome to my world. Or, I should say 'our world' for Toy is my First Girl. I understand that you have bought into that crazy old monk Faustus and his lame, eccentric, Byzantine theories. You have used the cybersex apparatus and Toy reports that so far you have been submissive. What you want, or desire, as I understand and comprehend it, is to interview that nut-case, wacky Faustus to learn how to create energy from matter. Interesting ideas but impossible to implement. Still I can understand the philosophy of 'no stone unturned.'"

"Master expects you to use the full range of appliances, Jane," Toy instructs. "You see on this girl's HUD, which this girl has allowed you to use for the moment, other devices, which are gray on yours. They are the VR headset, the urinary catheter, and the enema attachment. Does Jane agree?" 

"A girl is not sure," Jane Smith answers. "The chat log was convincing, but where is the underlying mathematics, the construct that would lead from the geometry to those equations of various mass ratios and the like? Is it all just pictures? This girl needs some more convincing first before accepting all of that equipment." 

"I don't agree with that senile cenobite Faustus," Mephisto retorts. "I should just eject you from my House. But you are interesting and have your virginity to sacrifice. I fully intend to spread you open too. So, for that reason if no other, I will relate his basic idea. Mind you, I don't believe it." 

Jane Smith gasps and nods her assent. 

"He postulates using the 'Inversion of the Spheres' mapping," Mephisto explains. "He can map the inverted sphere (or solid ball) to the whole universe outside of the particle and the inverted universe back into the cavity. The basic notation is called the inversion. But it does not just hold for spheres. It also works for a larger family of closed curves, spheroids and the like. Have I said enough now? Make your decision: yes or no. Make the decision now." 

Jane Smith nods agreement.

Toy Euler interjects: "Say it out loud girl."

"Yes, this girl agrees," she responds. Tears run down her cheeks at the thought of what is to come. She suddenly becomes acutely aware of her clips, clamps, and plugs."

"The rest of the equipment should arrive tomorrow," Toy Euler concludes.

"To the Saint Andrew's Cross, girl" Mephisto commands Jane Smith.

Jane Smith mounts the Saint Andrew's Cross. Mephisto and Toy tie her firmly in place. 

In real life Sari Stone finds herself plugged into a computer with an inflatable tube in her pussy (and another tube up her ass). She knows that Mephisto, a character on the computer, is watching and listening to her on the web cam. She does not know that little by little his web cam images are enabling him to make a very hires image. Sari erroneously thinks that the lores cam would never allow a hires image. But it is statistically possible, given enough frames and sufficient software.

Sari knows that the "right of passage" will be painful. She feels the vaginal tube expand and harden, trapping her hymen in a "valley," which she knows will now inflate. Mephisto is devilishly slow in inflating the tube. Only the part around her hymen is left to inflate. Slowly she feels the narrow "neck" tighten and stretch her maidenhead. Medically, it would be called dilation. For Sari it is abject misery. She cries, she moans, she rubs her tummy, the stretching continues. She feels something damp and warm ooze out. Looking down she sees red blood seeping from around the pussy plug. She is being deflowered.

"Breathe deeply, girl," Toy instructs. "You are doing fine. Breathe in and out. It is important to concentrate on breathing. It will lessen the pain."

Sari breathes in and out. Sari wonders how long this will take. Already she has been stretched fifteen minutes. Her HUD indicates at least another fifteen minutes more. She clicks over to look at the inversion phenomenon to distract her mind from the misery. She knows that somehow Faustus was able to do an inversion of the expanding universe into the interior of a proton. But how did he do that? What was his motivation? 

INVERSE SURFACES. Let [r] be a vector drawn from a fixed point C to a generic point P on a surface S. Let Q be a point on the line CP such that the vector drawn from C to Q is (c^2/r^2)[r], where c is a real constant and r is the length of the vector [r]. Then the locus of the point Q is a surface S'. The surfaces S and S' are inverse surfaces. C is the center of inversion, c the radius of inversion. The process by which the surface S' is generated from S is called inversion. 

Sari tries to imagine the surfaces. Must they always be spheres or balls? What would a spheroid invert to? Surely a box wouldn't work, but why? She focuses her mind and tries to block out the pain. At last she has been dilated. Mephisto deflates the devices and speaks: "Tomorrow you will receive the rest of the apparatus. You will be dilated for three days. You did well girl! Soon you will be face-to-face with that wacky recluse. I hope that you find it all worth the effort." 

Sari wonders how all fits together so tightly. Three days and her parents are home. And her dilation---her mandatory stretching---will just be done. The pussy pump is a bloody mess and she has cleaning to do. She puts on a Kotex(R) to sop up her bleeding. She also knows her period is about to start. The bleeding will not be unusual in light of her female situation. 

The next morning her pussy hurts like all hell. Sari wonders how she will endure the stretching. She arrives at work just as a delivery truck pulls up. It was almost as if her ritual of opening the store early is common knowledge. The box from Mephisto is there. Opening the box there is a printed page saying: "Plug yourself in and go on line right now girl!" and it was signed: "In His Service, Toy." Sari rushes to put the box in her parents' car, her transportation while they are away. She gets back just before Fran. 

"I'm having a bad day," Sari tells Fran, "My period is heavy and painful. Could you manage without me until lunch?"

"Sure Sari," Fran replies. "Business is light these mornings. Come back at lunch if you feel better." Sari nods and heads home. She plugs in everything, including the VR helmet. The catheter, enema tube, and uterine implant look complicated. Sari has no idea how the uterine implant, an egg-looking device, might be inserted into her womb. It looks like a medical operation, not for the faint of heart. She goes on line.

Jane Smith is on line.

Toy Euler: Good you made it so soon girl.

Jane Smith: Yes, Mistress.

Toy Euler: For sure that "egg" and the catheter puzzle you?

Jane Smith: They do.

Toy Euler: Tonight go to county hospital and ask for Nurse Warren. She will assist you. Meanwhile, Mephisto is busy so this girl is to dilate you. Is a girl ready for her stretching exercise?

Jane Smith: Oh, Mistress.

Toy Euler begins pumping Jane Smith up. 

Toy Euler wastes no time.

Jane Smith is unable to react at first, the shock and trauma is too intense.

Toy Euler: Now to leave it in a half hour. Let's make love and you need to cum.

Jane Smith nods.

Jane Smith is sweating.

Toy Euler begins rubbing her breasts against Jane's in animation and the cybersex cybersuit perfectly emulates the experience for Sari in real life.

Toy Euler begins to massage Jane's clitoris, arousing her. The painful dilation is pushed to a back burner. 

Toy Euler pumps up Jane's anal plug, further distracting her.

Jane Smith feels a clitoral orgasm swelling.

Jane Smith cums over and over again; she is multi-orgasmic.

Sari takes a short nap before heading back to work. As bad as she hurt this morning it was nothing to compare now. She struggles through the day and somehow manages to finish up. Unable to each any supper, she heads to county hospital as instructed. She inquires for Nurse Warren and is sent to a private isolation room. 

Nurse Warren wastes no time. She has Sari sit on the gynecological chair at once. She examines Sari's vulva, vagina, and anus. Frowning, she makes a prognosis: "You are bruised. Inserting the "womb egg" will require more than I am willing to do right now. I will show you how to insert the catheter and lock in the stopcock transducer. I will send e-mail to Mephisto about this egg. Local anesthesia may not be sufficient." Nurse Warren gives Sari a lesson on the use of the catheter guide and lubricant. She explains how the indwelling catheter will "lock" itself in place. 

Stepping away for a few minutes, Nurse Warren sends and receives e-mail. She returns frowning and clearly upset. "Mephisto says there is no time. He wants your controller---that uterine implant---put in right now. I will have to inject some deadening into the cervix of your womb and force it in. Tomorrow you will have substantial pain, swelling, and soreness. Do you agree?" 

Sari nods agreement. The operation takes about fifteen minutes. Nurse Warren hurries to get finished and get Sari back home before the local anesthesia wears off. Back at home the numbness subsides and Sari can't believe the pain! She takes two aspirin, the only analgesic available. Tomorrow she will have to work and also suffer her final dilation. Thank God for the weekend. But her parents will return. And now she has some unusual device inside of her 24/7! What will it do? For sure it must be some kind of tracking device and a monitoring device as well. Can it also induce pleasure or pain? Tomorrow's session should tell all. Is the solution to the energy conundrum really worth it?

The eighteen-year-old college freshman coed had become aware of the approximation of the mass ratios of fundamental particles from an Internet posting by the hoary old curmudgeon Faustus. But his e-mail account had expired when he changed Internet Service Providers (ISP). Still, the primary, principal approximation was named after a movie actress of the 1990s. Its value and formula derived from the inversion of the spheres in two successive steps. The surface S also changed. Since the original surface S was present, Faustus indicated stability; instability occurred when total inversion was present.

4*pi*(4*pi-1/pi)*(4*pi-2/pi) [stable]

(2*pi-1/pi)^2*(2*pi-3/(2*pi)) [unstable]

(5*pi-1/pi)^2*(5*pi-5/(4*pi)) [unstable]

Faustus, celibate cenobite, recluse scholar, and practitioner of transcendental contemplation (not transcendental mediation or concentration), has now deserted the theory of quantum physics. He has bourn enough of the insults, ridicule, and wrath of the tenured teachers, pedant, and their running dog lackeys. He now is absent from the mainstream chat mode and only rarely chats with a select few. Should he have conjured up some new theory from the bowels of the netherworld, he is not telling. 

It is Friday morning. Sari slept little. She decides to log into the chat arena and finish her obligatory stretching exercises. Somehow she has mustered the courage and endurance to sustain her lifestyle and still satisfy the cruel and base masochist, misogynist, marauder, and misfit Mephisto Diablo and his First Girl Toy Euler. It is five o'clock AM. If the cybersex session lasts for a half hour, then she reckons enough time to shower and rest before being at work at eight o'clock. She assembles everything and locks on the VR helmet. The catheter has been inserted. Everything is wire, plugged, and inserted except for the enema. She will need to visit a drug store or pharmacy for that. She is not concerned since Mephisto seems hell-bent on opening her vagina and little else. 

Toy Euler is waiting for Sari Stone. She proceeds to do the obligatory stretching with little comment. At last she goes to voice and speaks: "Master Mephisto is a man of his word. But Faustus refuses to meet with you. Master did not foresee or expect this to happen. He must make things right or He will have the Devil to pay." Toy smiles at the irony of her last statement. 

"A girl has endured all this, Mistress, with a promise of an audience just to be told that it will not occur?" Sari asks in voice. She is very upset. And she is painfully sore, bruised, and swollen. Her hymen has been dilated and her vagina and anus tormented as well. In a word, she has been screwed.

"Master is hell-bound, girl." Toy responds. "He must set this right, but it may take time. The fossil fuel fellowship, under the titular head of Old King Coal, has no desire for this novel theory to surface. They want the status quo to remain." Toy deflates Sari and logs off the Internet. The House of Mephisto is certain to remain empty pending a resolution of his promise. After all, what is the good of being immortal if you can't have some enjoyment? 

11/23/2008 Taunus