****** One Friday Night in Moscow, Idaho by ADS ******
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One Friday Night in Moscow, Idaho


Dick Embree docked his fire engine red Nova and sighed. It had been a wicked
week managing surplus warehouse storage. His boss, may she be wed to a Canuck,
had made him redesign the whole south packaging loop three times. Sure Sue
Ellen Whitaker said she was only following orders from that Chink Chou outfit
but she had been trying to trip him up for weeks ever since he had zipped her
com.

Well, now he was on his own time with those he could trust most gathered in his
apartment castle. Scanning his intruder alert screens he espied no hostile
fauna lurking in the surrounding shadowy terrain. Visually the flapping palm
leaves seemed unchanged since dawn when he had left for work. Cautiously, he
released the locking latch of his Nova. His cover plate flipped wide and he
jumped free quickly. "Shut door!" The autopc complied and his Nova was locked
again.

Dick hurried to his personal entrance jumping the last meter in a single bound.
"Hal, it is Dick."

"Welcome home, Dick." Answered his majordomopc, politely and with a lilt of
olde English accent. "Code, please, Dick?"

Dick snapped back immediately: "Beware the jabberwocky, Princess Leia!" Both
code and an acceptable non-stressed voice pattern would be judged before Hal
would let him in. Even then Hal scanned the surroundings and would hesitate if
there was any doubt or threat in the vicinity.

"Ah, it is you I see. No one near. Shocks off. Door opening. Stand clear,
Dick."

Dick dashed in and ordered the door shut and down. Home, home, home! Safe,
safe, safe!

"Some chicken soup awaits with a Sombero heavy with cream, Dick. The main meal
will be in an hour and a half if you wish to dress or if you wish to relax."

"Thanks, Hal." Absentmindedly Dick kicked off his shoes and socks on his way to
his supper table. There his soup and drink waited. One steaming hot and the
other icy cold. He sipped from both alternately; the tensions of his days
pausing in their wild hoopla and dissipating into thin air as he drank. The
news flashed on his left wall, with the screen colors subdued and the voice
lowered for his present somber evening mood.

The Boise 4 anchorperson was smiling as he recited the latest world news
script: "The High Mormon Council announced today that they support the new
Khan's government. Aziz Shahlavi accepted the announcement with some
reluctance."

"It is a hard decision for them. Accept help from the infidel or rely on their
own faith." Adlibbed his co- host, Zaira Hobbs.

"The people of Kazakh are not the happiest tonight but the Yakutstk government
will adsorb then if they do not have some military and economic support. "

Another standoff in northern Asia. The Canucks would back Yakutsk. Karelia
would waffle. So what? Dick was bored and flicked to channel 2 where the local
news showed. "And now we have Debbie Langste at the Moscow Highlands."

"Thank you Jack. Here we wait as the 12th hour of the standoff begins. Gunman
Ralph Wang stills holds five innocent women as his prisoners. The local militia
has pinned him in the North Tower even as negotiations continue.

"Mr. Wang insists that he is not a criminal and that his slaves are there of
their own accord. The five women have still not come forward of their own will
and have neither denied or corroborated the charges. Mr. Wang still says that
the screams were voluntary and accented their high spirits and nothing more.

"He also wants some pizza with anchovies and a six pack of Coors for dinner."
Debbie smiled wanly. "Back to you, Jack."

Other news tumbled by such as the new higher tolls on the Snake River, the
latest in language schooling techniques and how Moscow had lost to Pocatello 9-
3. Slaton had lasted only into the second. So it went until he finished his
liquid appetizers. Stretching he dismissed the media with a pinkie twitch on a
toggle and strolled to his change room.

He liked to dress properly for dinner. It was only good etiquette as he had
learned in school and from info tapes. It was the difference between a brutish
affair and a fancy exotic lay.

First he stripped and showered using Nair to clean his limbs, face and chest of
unwanted hairs and stubble. Though he kept up on his estrogen he still had to
practice good hygiene to make himself pretty. Stubble would show though some
clothes and appear as a smudge on chin or cheek.

With his skin still tingling he attached his pseudotits. He checked their
position in the mirror and adjusted the left tit slightly to better balance
left and right. They sucked gently onto his own chest and would set in five
minutes if not moved. They were pear shaped, firm and "C's" with ruby nipples.
For now they were insensitive to his touch but when set he would feel them
bounce and the nipples would drive him crazy as they scraped any cloth or any
other surface.

Dark curly hair sprouted next from his scalp. It meandered around his shoulders
and cupped his cheeks. Again, without too much ado or flourish, his wig would
seal tight and be good enough to be hung with from a rafter if necessary with
all the agony it would mean. Pseudoflesh trimmed his waistline making his hips
balloon out in comparison. He was satisfied with his ass as it was, pert and
cute.

Dick slipped a pseudohymen in his asshole. It oozed in seeking darkness. In
seconds he felt the tightness clamp down. It would part and tear under pressure
and penetration. For now it made Dick, now Ricki, feel younger and infinitely
more innocent.

Toenails glowed pink with a fancy golden dragon shape on the big toenail.
Fingernails were grown and colored to match but with Virgo on the faces instead
of Draco. Ricki grinned, happy at his task. He flossed his teeth and brushed
and flossed again. Eyebrows were plucked and thinned to the right density.
Delicately he tinted his eyes with a splash of purplish red. A pale red with an
overtone of neonic pink shaded his lips. He added the same lipstick shade to
his cock head.

Fleur-de-lis was sprayed all over with heavier dosages in his crotch, ass,
neck, and ears and between his breast. An analogous fragrance was guzzled and
spat out as a mouthwash.

For an evening wardrobe he studied several lingerie pastels as well as dazzling
powder blue and scarlet reds. Finally he selected a bikini panty with frills
and sharp red and white vertical stripes. A white half bra held, just barely,
his full breasts whose nipples ached to be seen. Thigh high white stockings
with shimmery star patterns led up from his trim ankles and 4-inch heels.

A light pink blouse covered his upper torso. The top four buttons were open
with the edges flapping when he moved to reveal deep cleavage. A golden chain
belt secured a solid maroon skirt with pleats around a slim waist. The skirt
hung, when he walked, halfway down his thighs. It rode significantly higher
when he sat or bent over.

On his left hand were three rings: a Navajo signet ring, opal ring and asp
spiral ring. His right sported green and red gems. A golden cross trailed down
between his breasts. Three inch gold hoops studded with emeralds dangled from
his ears. A simple thin gold bracelet with a heart shaped pendant was clasped
to his left ankle. Another larger heart pendant sat on top of his crotch from a
belly loop of gold.

Ricki beamed at his reflection as he modeled for himself. Fled were his worldly
apprehensions. Gone was his crankiness and paranoia. He was home after all. In
the New Mormon Nation pagans and hedonists were well tolerated especially when
they kept private their internal affairs. In Canuck Country he would be in a
harem. In California he would be beaten. In the revivified Mexican Empire he
would be dead and accursed. In the rotten East he would be poor and starving.

Hal announced that dinner was served. "Thank you, Hal."

"You are welcome, Miss Ricki."

Ricki drifted downstairs. His heels clicked beautifully and he could imagine
how he swayed. Certainly his own member was stiff. Yet the evening was only
beginning and he was in a hurry to go to bed. He wolfed down steak and fries
with a fresh Caesar salad. He ignored dessert and instead retouched slightly
marred makeup.

Being thorough Ricki rechecked the software programming to ensure that no one
had played any games with him. Electrons easily leaked over borders and could
corrupt sensitive AI's. Everything seemed in place however and he capered back
to the change room to gather the pseudoropes from where they were connected to
Hal absorbing instructions.

The ropes were of the same stuff as his tits, waist and hymen. Commonly the
ropes were nicknamed smart. They were programmable on the molecular level. The
ropes were designed to constrict or expand with a mental command through a slim
connection of interlocked molecules from the rope to his nerve endings. In
Ricki's case he had coded that any command had to be accompanied with a
specific escape word: Rumpelstilskin. He did not want an accidental or
premature release. Once he was past a 30 minute window after the smart ropes
were tightened, he was secured for the evening. It was about 8 PM now, he was
to be committed whether he liked it or not, until about 9 AM tomorrow morning.

The tits, hymen and waist of the same general construction were programmed with
other instructions such as a direct connect to his nerves so that a touch to
his nipple would correspond to his real nipple and so forth. That programming
was continuous until disconnected with a solvent.

Remarkable stuff pseudoflesh. It was born in the last wave of American science
and industry before the collapse. Complex RNA/DNA like organics were wrapped
around a superconducting ceramic wafer. Though a mixture of compounds all
responded to a molecular level command sequence. It was an excellent media for
prosthetics too. Cosmetic surgery was cheap and home done. Ugly people were so
by choice or fanaticism.

He carried the smart ropes down to the front hall except for the earlier placed
ones in his bedroom connected to his lead leash. Once there he pulled off his
panties and stuffed them into his mouth. He imagined someone large and
aggressive forcefully shoving them down his throat. A smart pseudorope split
his teeth and lips making an obscene smile. In a few seconds it tightened until
Ricki really grimaced. He would not lose his gag easily.

He slipped a loop around his elbows and then his wrists. Then he anchored the
wrist line through his ass crack and up his crotch to a belly loop. He doubled
it so that his erect prick and swollen balls were between his leash knot.From
his belly ran a long thin leash to his bedroom. His skirt was now veed in front
and back revealing generous amounts of thigh, ass and crotch. He cracked open
his bra to let his tits spill out of his completely open blouse. Finally he
donned a light blue pillowcase over his head to shroud his vision and looped
another smart rope around his neck to keep the hood in place and to act as an
additional dangling tether.

The smart ropes bit into his wrists and his elbows touched suddenly. He stood
there on high heels gagged and bound gasping as his shoulders knocked. His tits
popped up and high automatically, as he stood tall as a model of delicious
sexual display.

Somewhere around now he mentally redefined his sex. He was no longer a he but
he was not a she. Shehe? Heshe? Sheboy? Hegirl? Shemale? Ricki preferred shehe
and shemale but it was awkward to use the terms in most sentences. So for the
most part Ricki compromised on she and her as the right pronouns.

Ricki settled into a comfortable and familiar Friday night capture/date dream.
Shehe may have been caught in her own apartment and now faced the dire
consequences of any captured maiden on a leash. It could also have been a
daring first date who wanted a more than average cooperative girl. It was all a
mind game but in her head she was god and in the darkness of her hood all
things were. Hal had been programmed for any of 24 different scenarios and 2344
sub-scenarios that it played randomly. It only awaited her command to her smart
crotch leash to begin.

Ricki trembled and swayed gently. The pressure on her crotch was even and
dictatorial. It did not insist but would not let her retreat or sit. Anxiously
she pressed her knees together. She could not as easily hide her exposed boobs.
She even thrust her tits up and forward.

She recalled her first Friday games with fondness. They had been continuous now
for almost fifteen years now. Games such as these were exciting and had no
risks.

Her leash grew rudely taut and solicitously tugged her forward in a fast and
humbling stumble. Ricki groaned with the keen shock on her groin as the thin
line tightened. Ricki reacted fast though and kept pace. Periodically, she
resisted trying to stand or stupidly resisted and moved to a side. The smart
leash kept her obedient despite her muffled cries of agony and stupid slutty
obstructive behavior.

Shehe's bedroom. It was hers but shehe had never seen it as a free white
shemale or been allowed to enter without a gag or locked wrists. It was the
center of the apartment castle and, in a way, its raison d'etre. But Ricki was
a prisoner to her own passions and observed the rules strictly. There shehe was
secure and safe from all enemies and there any game at all could be played
without harm or danger. And from how her erect prick bobbed and weaved with her
frequent frantic futile escapist hip gyrations, it was obvious that her arousal
was high and the scenario revered.

Ricki's leash yanked down and heshe fell to her dimpled knees. Another foot of
now thick smart rope was wheeled in quickly and her knees split around the post
of a bed. As could be expected she was to be entertaining on her own bed which
she grew concerned over. How would her date or rapist think of her? Here she
was, dragged and sexy, forced to be a play toy.

Something grabbed her neck's smart rope and pulled down. Ricki struggled trying
to compromise between the stipulations requested of her by her crotch and her
neck. In the end she suffered a stiff back bent so that her boobs scraped her
thighs and her crotch was crisscrossed with rope deeply indenting her milky
white skin. She cursed into her panties and wept.

Her ass stuck out behind her elevated by her forward kneeling position.
Normally that would have been with appeal by itself. Now with her pink tipped
fingers wriggling above the slit of her maroon skirt she was positively
alluring to any hypothetical observer. She stayed there gradually feeling more
spinal pain that grew neuron by neuron as it crept up and down her spine. Her
tears became sobs that wracked her upper torso lovingly. Ricki attempted to
twist free or at least to gain some minor zone of comfort. She could not and
only made her smart groin ropes hold her more tightly in a respectful position.

Inside her hood there was building a warm and moist hell. She could breathe but
it was not pleasant. Her tears only added to the dense humidity within.

Abruptly her groin leash let go. Happily she retreated a sparse inch or two
from the corner of her bed. She considered her options but instead her smart
neck leash tugged her up gasping. Soon it was level with the bed top and
insistedly inviting her up.

Her back still spasmed from a long hour of her tits studying her thighs. She
cried bitterly but quietly into her panties. In haste she scrambled up and
across the bedsheets until she was no longer pulled. The smart leash remained
stressed on her neck while she recovered on her belly with her legs splayed
behind. Remembering she was a virgin she crossed her knees and tried to keep
her shaky ankles together. Of course her divine ass was still covered only by
her tied wrists and crotch line.

She was committed and had no more choice than any other half-witted whore.
Ricki checked her bonds and murmured "Rumpelstilkin" into her soggy panties.
Nothing loosened. Her ass itched and she arched her back vainly seeking a
solution. Her ropes caressed the insides of her ass crack as it fractionally
stirred left and right. "Mmmm!" she mewled.

Smart ropes wormed across her hips snagging her wrists from both side and
joining the ropes already there in a red well-worn path. The free ends darted
to her ankles and circled them. With a snap they constricted yanking her ankles
and high heels against her upper thighs pointed at her bound wrists. "Uhhh!"
Ricki complained in a dull cry.

In this hogtie her thighs separated by several inches and could no longer be
clasped together to her modest dismay. Even as she shuddered and squirmed and
generally got used to her restraint, the rope retracted a half-inch with her
heel digging intimately into her hips. "Aggrrr!" Ricki protested yet again not
learning much from her last attempt.

Her smart crotch leash wiggled free as she writhed learning her limits. It shot
away to a side until it became tightly drawn. Ricki felt the new pressure
straining her wrists to the left and thus pulling her over onto her back. She
plopped hard with her clinched elbows and wrists under her arching her back in
a pleasing and luscious curve. Her heels now rested down snug to her ass. Her
blouse remained open and showed most of her hard flat belly and jugs. Her
nipples stood erect and begging for attention.

Ricki now only had her crotch ropes for protection and the general angle of her
body. She breathed regularly and fully. In her dank hood she fretted and
feared. It was obvious she would be fucked and her new hymen would tear and
make her suffer. How big would her first cock be? How long and thick? Decisions
on who to fuck and when; a college man, a dyke from the west coast, a raving
Canuck stud, her cousin or an ancient oldster were no longer hers. She tossed
her butt up and down vainly reaching for the knots.

Smart rope curled around each knee and slithered above and in back of her. She
grunted seconds later as the lines filled with tension and pulled her ass
higher. Now her virginal dainty asshole was in easy ramrodding position. It was
incredibly tight and would amuse whatever cock had her.

Ricki remained still for a minute or two. She pondered her predicament. Slowly
she blushed from cheek to cheek. Tentatively, she pulled at her crotch ropes. A
few inches here and there as a result of her struggles. Nothing more.

Everything pulled brutally closer to correct for any laxity. "Aaaoooooo!" Ricki
griped as her elbows retouched and her heels squished her rump a little more.
"Oooohhhh!" Snug and immobile Ricki knew she was just beautiful property (Of
herself, of course, or maybe of Hal).

A 300-pound weight jumped her belly, warm and pliant with a thick pole of
pseudoflesh poking at her wiggly bottom. Her crotch ropes dropped and wandered
off her body and bed. "Aaaa!" Her boyfriend began to grind on top of her.
Strong pseudohands grasped her shoulders and pushed her lithe and attractive
ass down even as her neck leash struggled to keep her still. What air she had
diminished even as the thick cock touched her hymen. "Aaarggh! Mmmm!"

"Tight! A fucking virgin!" Roared a thick hoarse male voice. It was pre-
recorded and was hers. In a way she was fucking herself. The voice grunted in a
few seconds in grim satisfaction, as Ricki was far too pretty and comely not to
be fucked and deflowered.

"Aaargh!Arrr! Ohhhmm!" Ricki sweetly added as the coarse cock, a full 12 inches
long, slipped in and touched her rectum. Her shattered hymen leaked blood to
lubricate her rape. She shrieked in frustration, terror and pain. Even her own
hard erection faded though her balls still reacted as they were crushed and
bumped. ""Eiiiii!"

The pseudocock filled her until the balls slapped her ass. Then it was tugged
out and repeatedly thrust and pumped. "Aaaa! Hmmm!" Every push scraped and
rubbed her asshole. To a new erotic strangeness her lower intestinal tract was
being introduced. "Aaaahhh..." Ricki grunted in rhthym with each humping motion
that buried itself to the balls.""Ahh, ahhh, ahhh, ahh, ahhhh....!"

On the hundredth stroke the pseudocock spasmed and erupted a flood of hot fake
semen into the back door of her belly. The pseudocock paused and stopped with
the whole weight of the body at rest on top of her. She still found herself
pushed down leaving her choking and keeping her rapist's cock warm inside her.
The semen of his discharge filled and distended Ricki to the point of
discomfort.

Ricki's cock was engorged once more even as her asshole thumped in pain. Shyly
she wiggled underneath him in the only way she could give thanks.

The man, who was not a man but was instead her boyfriend, withdrew. Semen oozed
from her shattered asshole and pooled in a cooling puddle under her. Her
boyfriend slapped her appealing thighs with his dick, wiping it clean.

The boyfriend was a recording craftily constructed of pseudoflesh, a large
reservoir of fake semen, heating coils and hydraulics. It was designed to be
the perfect fucking machine. The pseudocock could transform into several
lengths, widths and shapes with all mimicking mankind. Even now it was changing
shape and size for its next attack. If she was not hidden by her pillowcase,
she would have seen a deeply shadowed mannequin like facade that was capable of
simple movements. The insides were not real to fool and the eyes were barren.

Her boyfriend descended and with easy familiarity popped into her backside
again. The second trip was easier. She was still tight but well lubed from her
first fuck. The soothing slap-slap of balls hitting her ass reassured her of
her need to entertain. Ricki twisted under her rapist. "Ahhh, ahh, ahhh, ...."
Pseudohands grabbed her shoulders and pushed down. Her breath gurgled in her
throat. "Ahhh! Aiii!" The cock was shorter but thicker. It stirred in her
insides in a different way. In a few minutes it shot a load over her balls,
covering them with white slime. Her skirt was used to clean up.

Cool air covered her flesh in the brief interval between screwings as the next
raping pseudocock was selected. A new weight bumped her tits and belly and
filled her white thighs. She gasped as a cock was buried to the hilt in a
single thrust even as her shoulders were crunched downwards again. "Ahhh, ahhh,
aaahhh..." This version was quick and humped at about 30 times a minute until a
large load of semen was shot over her right thigh with wisps curling as high as
her knee. The pseudocock was wiped on her left thigh this time.

The next one was slower, short and thick. A good five incher in length and
width. Ricki squirmed under this impalement, trying to get it to an orgasm as
quickly as she could. It rode her with a minimum of air. Colored spots danced
across her eyes several times. A hot load shot up into her even as she groaned
and orgasmed too. It smeared some residue semen onto her belly and mixed with
her own.

The next one impaled her seconds after the last pseudocock. She groaned and
writhed as the fifth cock was pumped into her in the last 30 minutes. "Ahhh,
ahhh, aaaahhhh...." Her insides were refreshed with hot semen that spurted out
in large drips once the pseudocock withdrew. The cock was cleaned on her left
thigh. The sixth pseudocock was another monster in size and enjoyed making
erratic thrusts in different directions making her move from side to side in
equally erratic patterns. Grunts and moans escaped her lips through her
panties. She orgasmed shortly thereafter and a few minutes later her pseudocock
dumped its load over her balls and flaccid cock. It wiped itself on her left
tit. She was getting rather slimy around her bottom.

Number seven moved in even as number six was getting off. Ricki grunted in
satisfaction as it split her behind. Automatically she rotated her hips in
welcome to the stranger. The new full weight descended and rode her hard not
caring about her neck choker. Even so she found herself pumping back even at
the cost of a few lost breaths. Her boyfriend ejaculated across her belly and
left thigh, cleaning up on her tits.

For a full minute she recovered as she waited for the next cock to jump her
bones. Her own cock was fully tumescent again. She could not move much except
bounce her hips in a semi-circular pattern inviting aggression. The next cock
slid in and she found herself covered and forced to lower her hips to help
engulf the hard cock. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhhh...." The eighth filled her ass and
cleaned on her tits.

She was uncovered again. This was a long wait relatively. She relaxed feeling
the semen drying on her thighs, balls and tits. Stuff leaked from her asshole.
As a slut she was awesome.Of course her asshole was sore and she would find it
hard to sit down tomorrow. "Hmmm!"

Her smart ropes stiffened. They were checking for where her exertions had
opened or loosened her bonds. She was still conveniently secured and tied but
several lines were giving her too much slack.Ricki protested as they were
modified to hold her closer:

"Arrghh!" Her right heel pressed deeper into her right hip. Her knee lines
lifted her an additional inch off the wet mattress. Her neck felt her noose a
bit more intimately. Under her the elbow knot had dropped an inch or two and
now relaxed so that it could climb higher. Momentarily her elbows sagged, no
longer touching letting her tits fall lower. The elbows were reunited with a
sudden grip popping her tits up with a groan. Once more the small of her back
was bent propping her belly and tits up for inspection.

And it was only a little after 9 PM. Ricki trembled from fear and joyous
anticipation. Her bottom ached and wormed sinuously and ever so slightly in a
gorgeous invitation. She was tired but she would be up all night she knew.

Something clicked as it approached her. They were steps, hesitant and
apprehensive. Ricki did not recognize immediately what they were or even if
they were at all. Instead she writhed trying to attract attention to her
shemale needs. But the sound increased and a whimpering sobbing was added.

Someone was in her house! Worse she or he approached her secret and sensitive
playbed. What was Hal up to? Had it been perverted? What was going to happen to
her? Now she really lashed and threshed about but it only augmented her
desirability. Rumpelstilkin did no good. What was happening?

The new someone paused, presumably at the doorway. She sniffed and whined. With
a sudden dash induced by some smart leash she was jumping into her bed bouncing
the startled Ricki. Whoever it was smelled of Jessica and was soft and warm.
She was also terrified.

Someone or the smart ropes tamed her legs. Her upper body thrashed and danced.
Her long hair touched Ricki's pinched back and shoulders making her wince. Wild
sounds, muffled and discreet, issued from her gagged mouth: "Nnnoo! Vhhagrr!
Mhrmphg!"

Smart ropes attached themselves to Ricki's left knee and ankle and were tied to
her new associate's exuberant form. Ricki felt her new girlfriend's fear
through her own left leg. Viciously the rope grew taut bringing her knee and
hip tight against her new girlfriend. Another smart rope attached Ricki's
wrists to her new friend's wrists. Naturally the line was minimal in length.

Ricki turned her hooded face towards the side but saw nothing. The pillowcase
was soaked with her tears and sweat and sharply molded her nose, cheeks and
head. Tenuous black wisps of hair framed the bottom of her hood.

A large weight toppled down next to Ricki. From the louder moan of the slut,
Ricki knew that her boyfriend had forsaken her for another. At best she would
have to share. How dare the shameless hussy next to her flirt with her cunt or
asshole? Then the same hussy was drilled with her pseudocock. "Arrggghhhh!" The
slut had been a cutesy little maiden. Serves her right to be so meaningless
reamed and assaulted!

"Another fucking virgin cunt! Tight which is right and another stupid slut to
teach!" Complained the voice of their boyfriend.

So it was a real female next to her. Ricki shuddered, not knowing how to handle
the situation. Then Ricki realized how she was herself attired with fake tits
and cute makeup smeared and stained by fake semen. Her pink blouse bunched up
about her elbows and waist. Her back strained into a low arch luridly teasing
their mutual boyfriend.

Ricki blushed, hot and humiliated under her hood. It rapidly spread to her
breasts and even her thighs. Her erection faded as she wondered what her new
girlfriend could think of her now.

The new girl was quite energetic and continued to bounce and flaunt her popular
body under her rapist. "Arrgggh! Arrghhh!" Her hair whipped at Ricki and her
wrists tugged in vain to go towards her girlfriend's sexy body. What a flirt
she was!

Their boyfriend settled down and quieted; the obvious post mortem of orgasm was
upon the pseudocock. She continued to writhe underneath bemoaning her lost
maidenhood.

Almost within seconds Ricki got her boyfriend back on top of her. His
pseudocock still wet and warm from her girlfriend's assault. Ricki groaned as
she was penetrated, shivering within as the old soreness came back. "C'mon you
lazy slut!" And she was lazy compared to her girlfriend. She had given their
boyfriend a stupendous ride with her convulsions and hysterical dancing. Not
giving a chance she was slammed down on her shoulders and choked. Suddenly
Ricki desperately overachieved. "Ahhh! Ahhh! AAAAHHH!"

Her balls were splashed with hot semen. She was disappointed when her
boyfriend's weight disappeared from her thighs and stomach.

Momentarily her girlfriend received the same pseudocock up her cunt, still hard
as science could make it. Her anguished scream was still inaudible through her
deeply placed gag. Once more she jostled around and twisted her ass as much as
she could much to the delight of their boyfriend. Soon enough some more semen
trickled down her thighs and Ricki's turn was up again.

The pseudocock crashed into her without any wasted foreplay. Ricki oohed
inaudibly and received her new, yet old, rigid cock in her. Ricki immediately
began to rotate her hips as much as she could in her rope limited way. It was
not enough and her boyfriend pushed her down and throttled her throat. "Ahhh!
Ahhh! Ahhhhhhh!" Semen spilled powerfully from her sore asshole after the
pseudocock jerked off in her.

Ricki sighed with relief that it was her girlfriend's turn to get fucked now.
And rapidly her girlfriend began to bounce under their boyfriend. She was less
demanding and frightened by now. It was only her third screwing and the violent
foreplay and cock petting was turning her on a little. Girls are slow to
respond and to learn.

Before Ricki knew it her turn had arrive again. Her boyfriend was back and
heavy on her belly pumping her bottom. Ricki was hard again but it would take
awhile to ejaculate. She was only human, not like her boyfriend. Semen sprayed
her thighs and balls when her boyfriend finished. The slash of her thighs
resembled a frigid fjord with glaciers on both side and up at the fork of her
wonderful legs.

Her girlfriend was shaking the bed once more as Ricki waited impatiently for
her opportunity. She arched her back a bit more pushing up her belly obscenely.
She competed in moans with her bedmate.

Once more her boyfriend mounted Ricki. It was 10 incher this time and thick. It
plowed in deep and then surged back out so that only the tip lingered on her
rear hole. Then it was buried in a single awesome shove making her rectum quake
and tingle. Despite her restraints Ricki managed to move a few inches in
appreciation and grunted with each firm and inflexible thrust. When her
boyfriend was on the edge, the pseudocock was implanted all the way in and
pseudohands gripped her shoulders and pressed relentlessly down making Ricki
wiggle and pump to end the matter. Hot semen flushed her innards and then
poured out onto the bed.

The pair of dainty sluts (ex-virgins), exhausted and flustered, panted and
heaved on the bed sheets.

It was time for their smart ropes to check out their restraints. Ricki, to her
surprise, found almost every rope slack. She had been very active with her
boyfriend and her girlfriend had also helped dragging on her left knee, ankles
and wrists.

The girl and shemale were brought a bit closer at the hip and knee until they
touched. Ricki found herself excited at the closeness and wondered why. For
that matter, again, why was she sharing her own bed with a strange slut? Of
course, Ricki had no choice in the issue.

Her panties sank back against the roof of her mouth as the rope got snug. She
suffered a painful gag reflex that would not go away. Her elbows sagged and
then relocked compelling her tits to immediate high attention and curving her
smooth and lovely belly. High heels snapped back and dug into her flesh. Fresh
and retied Ricki lay immobile and teasing her boyfriend with her protruding ass
and genitalia.

Her girlfriend went first in the next round. It was about 10 PM and not even
time for the late news with Michael Blake. More than enough time for four fucks
each and lights out. Ricki daydreamed as her friend jerked at her knee and
ankle. Suddenly she was fucked again, a thick squat pseudoprick that stretched
her wider. It was enough for her to involuntarily jump in her bonds and soften
her erection. Fast full thrusts jammed her asshole. Big balls were wetly
slapping the tips of fingers and her behind.

Her boyfriend consummated deep inside her letting the fake semen gush out of
her raw insides splashing her fingers and adding to the large wet spot under
her. Ricki was left gasping for air as her panties continued to bother her and
she had just finished putting out a lot too.

The pattern resumed on top of her pretty next door companion. She squeaked as
her bones were jumped. She was getting a lot of penetration foreplay tonight.
Somewhere in the multiple humpings she would or had reached orgasmic levels. As
long as their boyfriend kept active, she would receive much pleasure. Of course
that did not matter much. The whole point was to grant an abundance of cheap
erotic lusty blissful events to their boyfriend.

Even as Ricki half-snoozed from her strenuous and draining exertions she was
awakened by being jumped. Balls banged her rear and tickled her fingertips
again. Pseudoflesh met her drenched flesh and united at her crotch. Strong
hands aggressively manipulated her shoulders and made her slave her ass to her
boyfriend's needs. Ricki's award was more viscous hot semen jetting across her
belly to sloppily mix with all the other orgasms below her.

Foreplay commenced becoming serious with the next mounting. A familiar pinpoint
jab was felt in her ass. Quickly she suffered a mighty hot flash from her toes
to her face cheeks. She was suffused with vigor and alertness. Only then was
she poked for the 15th time that night. She howled into her soaked panties. Her
lower intestines had become numb to repeated probings. Now she was at full
attention and frantically weaving from side to side and giving her boyfriend a
hell of a ride. He grunted and pounded her back into the mattress. Finally
Ricki was covered with a fresh load of semen across her pained flustered balls.

Ricki continued to fidget after her boyfriend left her and instantly covered
her adjacent girlfriend. She had new vigor too from a strategic injected upper
into her ass. Her hair danced across Ricki's suffering stiff nipples.

Ricki was once more at the head of the queue with her boyfriend making her work
hard for his next orgasm. "Ah!AHHHH!AAAAAHHHHH!" Ricki collapsed after her
third orgasm timed well with her boyfriend's semen flooding her insides.

The 11 o'clock smart rope check went well. Several lines were adjusted and the
sluts on the bed had their tits jerked a bit higher as their backs rearched in
a sensuous curve.

The sluts had been quite fatigued from their brief bedding. The drug in their
systems kept them fidgeting well past 11 PM. Their boyfriend had disappeared
somewhere and their passions were being ignored. Instead they waited as the
copious amounts of semen dried on thighs, bellies and tits. As it dried it
pinched their skins in delicate areas making them whimper piteously.

Every hour their smart ropes analyzed their bondage. Ricki remained conscious
by her count until after 1 AM without further companionship on her belly.
Sometime later, after leaving feverous dreams with a robust appetite for sex,
Ricki was being humped yet again in real. She was sleepy but her boyfriend
insisted on a quickie rewarding her soft cock with hot semen. She was banged
several more times that night with brief chaotic intervals of sleep between
bouts.

She knew it was morning when the fucks were accompanied with a fresh upper in
her ass. Ricki jerked as her blood rushed madly into her extremities. Her arms
burned and tickled with increased blood flow. Her legs, asleep with loss of
blood flow, returned protesting to her consciousness. Ricki screamed
imperceptibly into her chewy soft panties. Her boyfriend said good morning with
a 12 incher making her labor vigorously under the incessant and demanding
pumping.

Ricki and her girlfriend received another four fucks each into their eager
struggling bodies. New semen was added to the large pool under their asses. It
dripped from their trapped fingers and washed in with the old stains on thighs
and bellies.

Breasts hyperventilating and knees wobbling, the trashed sluts moved awkwardly
up as old smart leashes to their crotches activated. Other ropes dropped off
from ankles and knees, no longer required. Savagely they were jerked from the
bed to the floor where they collapsed on weak knees. Their smart leashes
allowed no lazy resistance and forced them to trembling knees. Smart elbow
ropes kept their backs straight and tits pushed forward.

Ricki found herself behind her uninvited bedtime companion. She resented her
unwanted intrusion and the fact that she was the lead slut instead of her. Even
so she had time to realize again her own situation. Here was a girl, a real
one. How would she perceive him with his tits and bunched up skirt? Semen
trickled obscenely from her much abused asshole and coated her ass and thighs.
Ricki blushed again in a wave of concentrated shame from cheek to cheek.

They swayed together sensuously out of the bedroom only to be abruptly
deposited outside and made to kneel.

If the AI program was running semi-normal, human control was again possible.
Ricki was thoroughly fucked up, as was her girlfriend. Even on a normal night
she would had taken several minutes or an hour to realize that it was over. On
an abnormal evening such as she had, she half expected for her gag to open up
and a pseudocock pushed in. Not that such an action had not happened in the
past but always within her bedroom castle where fantasies were real.

Then again she was blind. She could still be within the bedroom confines
waiting for fresh sheets and a pink nightie for a long day being drilled by her
new girlfriend.

Mentally she attempted a hesitant "Rumpelstilkin" to her wrist knots. They
opened obedient to her will again. The interlocking neuron connection had been
a complete circuit this time.

Smart ropes drooped from her elbows, wrists, belly and mouth. She moved her
arms slowly in front of her relishing the refreshing agony of cramped pectoral
muscles returning to anguished freedom. It seemed unnatural though to not have
her elbows touching. Her tongue pushed out her old panties, drool spilled from
her lips inside her hood.

Extending her arms overhead her still stylish fingers, slippery with semen,
seized her sub-tropical hood and yanked it off. Her full hair fluttered free.
Ricki blinked in relief at the sharpness of returned light and the cold air
washing her sweaty face. She spit her panties away to lie in a rumpled heap at
her right thigh.

Even now she held her knees apart as her boyfriend had trained her all night
last night and every night. Ricki slept always in her bedroom and her boyfriend
always ordered her to be available at all times and when she least expected it.
She had wakened to some morning fuck in her ass mouth or throat since she was
thirteen. Now at 27, she knew no other way even as she tended to walk with her
hands behind her and crossed when alone.

She inspected her own body. Stained tits. Wet blouse and skirt. A less than
alert and tumescent prick coated with a transparent covering white glaze as was
her balls and thighs. Semen was splattered all the way to even some white
patches on her instep. Red lines crisscrossed her upper knee, ankle, wrists and
elbows. Her ass was raw and lubricated.

Another normal morning after for a citizen of Moscow. Downstairs the Mormon
Rangers were rescuing somebody on the old USA cartoon network. Ricki smelled
artificial coffee and Canuck bacon frying.

Ricki's girlfriend...she sat with her ankles tucked under a comely behind. The
torn fragments of a simple frock huddled meekly around her elbows and waist. A
white brassiere lay on top of the remains of the dress. Very straight and fine
golden hair cascaded down past her neatly pinned elbows. She shivered under her
gaze, not daring to turn or move without an order from her leash.

Ricki gradually climbed to her jittery heels and smoothed her skirt. She was
filthy no matter what but her actions were automatic. She marched in front of
her adversary, her fellow playmate and an involuntary associate.

She inspected the frightened girl who shyly inspected back to Ricki's own
obvious well fucked condition. She had a lovely face and small boobs. Her
waistline was spectacular. To Ricki's surprise she had only a single smart
leash attached to her cunt. Otherwise she had a real leather ball gag
constraining her tongue. Around her elbows and wrists was genuine stainless
steel. No way was she escaping nor doing anything without his permission.

But there was strangeness yet. How did she end up in her bed? How could she
slip in through tight AI and physical defenses that he personally approved and
certified as adequate five times a day?

With a shock he realized that he knew her. She worked down at the Sonno
Warehouse running a forklift. She was an intern from U of I for the summer
season. Next year she would be a senior. Something... Pamela something. She
rarely talked to the guys and preferred eating lunch alone. Pamela was a nice
shy non-intrusive girl. Which was what Ricki normally preferred in attitude of
either men or women.

Still what she was doing here on a Saturday morning? Ricki did not approve of
any close company or overnight guests. And in her steel bound condition she
presumably had arrived with some help or...perhaps not. AI's were smart and
getting ingenious. Technology held back the neo-barbarians from the reviving
north and the burning south. The New Mormons encouraged research and innovation
even at the cost of morality. They saw the Canucks and the savages in the
tropics and knew the fear of invasion and destruction of what they still
dreamed of. So a little innovative research was encouraged and someone could
create creatures smarter and wiser than mankind.

The New Mormons had survived the collapse and had evolved into a holy warrior
caste system. You were either on the holy mountaintop, working for those on the
top, a warrior or a serf living to die. They proselytized, as did the Mormons
of old, but they ruled by a science made holy. Because science was worshipped
and rarely comprehended, they needed the few who understood. Even low graders
like Embree. He did understand how software worked. Few others did. His habits
would be ignored but so were others. Many games were played. Ricki could be in
one of them.

In the last century a science fiction writer had invented the three laws of
robotics that applied as well to AI's or any other smart uppity machine. First
and foremost was not to harm humans, second was to obey orders and third was
not to obey orders that contradicted the first two rules. AI's had this
programmed in from their individual creation. None of that affected their
potential intelligence.

Returning his attention to the gorgeous half-naked Pamela, Ricki pondered what
he could or could not do with her or to her. Ricki usually preferred older
women if she considered the matter at all. She gawked at her girlfriend's cunt
and imagined a rigid pseudocock sprouting high and thick from her tangled pubic
hair. Her own real cock stirred at the neat thought until she coldly denied the
possibility. She was far too young. And look at her semen stained thighs!

Ricki noticed that her necklace was really something else besides a flashy
silver ornamental object. Yes, there was a silver Mayan Calendar circular
pendant but there was also a gray box. Ricki reached forward and grasped and
then snatched the small box. It snapped loose easily. Pamela winced and
whimpered.

It was a mini-recorder. Ricki found the play switch and listened. Pamela sweet
melodious voice spoke quietly but with a slur of bashful trepidation:

"I love you! Please would you like to go out to see The Return of the Condor on
Saturday night? I will pay. Bed exercises are optional. Please! I love you!"

Ricki snared her smart leash and held it tight in her hand. The rope responded
to her commands as she construed it might do. Ricki tugged Pamela's nicely
cooperative cunt up and made her follow to her breakfast below; Pamela meekly
did so with a practiced sprightly walk behind Ricki.

Once Ricki seated herself, she let Pam kneel between her knees. She removed her
gag finding her soaked old blue panties still in place keeping her sharp tongue
quiescent. Before she could murmur thanks or gasp an imprecation, Ricki poked
her throat with his cock and ordered Pamela to start cleaning. Ricki kept one
hand on top of her pretty head as a firm and steady reminder. Her tongue
started licking and soothing her tired cock. There was lots of old semen to be
removed. Then she could work on her thighs and balls.

Ricki clicked off the Rangers show and stared intently at the wall. Hal was
everywhere. The AI had no face, no feelings and no body unless you counted the
multiple controls strewn throughout the apartment.

"Hal?" Embree interrogated the AI addressing the thin air.

"Yes, Ricki?"

"How did she enter the apartment last night?"

"You refer to the young white female?"

"Yes."

"She arrived at the front door wearing a short dress. Her mouth had a ball gag
and her upper limbs were crossed and bound behind her. A smart leash had been
extended to tie on to the light fixture."

"But why-cancel that. You have commands against letting anyone in without
asking me direct permission. I did not give such permission. Who did?"

"No one. You were busy on your back entertaining at the time, Miss."

"So she entered obviously. Were your defenses compromised? You could have
killed her."

"It seemed wasteful at the time. Besides no one else was near, her body scanned
free of weapons, poisons and lethal or annoying electronic gadgets. And she had
requested entry through a recording because she was defenseless and fearful of
a Canuck slaving raid."

"And you let her in!!?"

"Of course, it did not violate my house rules. She was secured and would be
left tethered inside until you were ready to act on her."

Bloody rules! Hal had to protect her too according to the AI programming. "But
how did she get to my bedroom?"

"She walked following her leash."

AI's were frustrating in their simple answers. Logical but annoying. "She was
in no danger inside. She was incapable of giving orders. You should have left
her locked in a closet!"

"I thought I did. Yet the results were different from what seemed to have
occurred. I suspect a virus."

"How? How were you poisoned?"

"I am not sure. Her smart leash had to be touched with one of my mine. That was
clear. Afterwards I flashed off the old stuff on my smart rope and returned the
rope to linked storage. Other things happened thereafter."

Embree pondered what was said even as Pamela patiently licked at her thighs and
lowered her lips towards the sweet spot just behind the balls. She was
distracting but Ricki had been well fucked the night before and had cooler
thoughts than would be supposed under the exotic circumstances.

Hal had been circumvented by mechanical compassion. Pamela had then snuck a
virus in somehow. It had survived a localized EMF burst that should have
scattered old programming like leaves in a gust of wind.

How had she managed the cuffs on her elbows? That required someone to help her,
an accomplice. The cuffs on her wrists were easy. Ricki imagined that a pubic
area search would find the keys too.

The virus had been shielded and activated by a timer or, perhaps, a reaction
from the burst. Whatever it was it was a masterful blow to every AI security
system in the world by its sheer potential for mischief. It could serve as a
weapon and infiltrate all sorts of National Defense grids from here to Yakutsk
and south to Patagonia.

Could this be a test case? Why? Why Embree? She was a nothing on the bottom
rungs of the echelon. Warehousing was not exactly on the edge of modern
research. Espionage was suggested. Where and how were speculative.

Cautiously, Ricki elevated Pamela's head from under her skirt. She rose
smacking her ruby red lips. She grasped Pamela's hair roughly and glared into
her soul. "Who helped you? Why are you not in her or his bed right now?"

"It was Sue!" she stammered. "She helped me because she was sad for my woes and
thought you needed to settle down. It was Ms. Whitaker!"

So that was her revenge! That Ricki could imagine. Where she got a virus was
another matter.

"Back to work under my skirt!" Ricki thrust her down and kept her head under
until Pamela had refocused sharply on her job.

It would take him all day to isolate any dire after effects from the viral
attack. By evening Ricki would be exhausted.

Pamela could be an intriguing sideshow she supposed. Even now her cock pulsed
hotly in the warm pit of her date's mouth. The bed programs would have to be
modified too if the virus had not already taken care of the matter. She
expected she would need to add additional scenarios at the least.

Ricki wondered what she would wear on their second date. Perhaps the brief
cerulean dress Pamela had on and modeled expertly around her waist? Or a black
baby doll negligee? How would Pamela look with her pseudodildo pressed into
Ricki's face as their boyfriend banged away at her asshole? Semen would wash
down from her asshole into Ricki's face even as her throat filled and
overflowed with Pamela's cum. Ricki would have to swallow the generous and
copious amounts of artificial semen from the pseudodildo orgasm or choke. And
it would be a lot too because Ricki would insist that Pamela drank enough to
fill her bladder.

Pamela was really wild once excited, as Ricki knew from their pleasant first
date side by side all night. Her behind would be in constant motion. Maybe she
would dare to be on top of Pamela. Maybe he as a novelty.

"Hal, begin a diagnostic, roll screen."

"Yes, Ricki." The wall lit and complicated figures, numerals and letters
cavorted and scampered painting intricate electronic tales. Somewhere in there
were the answers Ricki seeked. She would compare the present settings with the
last hard backup. That was incorruptible in its box of heavy lead. She would
have to be careful to avoid possible contamination from a virus.

Perhaps.

Perhaps, Hal had simply desired a new attractive slut to screw? Or two? Who
else would join the AI harem if that was so? Ricki realized that might be a
quite fine happening too from the AI point of view. After all there was no harm
to humans and it was a logical extension of his own original orders concerning
protecting his health and welfare. The old histories spoke of how close were
men and women and how they needed each other for love. Hal had access to such
information files and could be persuaded if approached that Embree needed such
assistance. Hal would be simply a matchmaker and would do it again if the first
date did not work out.

Why...it would be a radical vengeance on Whitaker to have her added to the AI
bordello. That would be a nice thank you to her unrequested help!

A few quick inquiries confirmed that Hal would be agreeable and would contact
the majordomopc at Whitaker's place. Embree placed that order on hold for a few
hours until other areas were investigated.

Could Whitaker had contacted and persuaded Hal using fuzzy logic that he needed
a real girlfriend? Could Hal had then decided that two wild virtual virgin
sluts in bed was better than one? It all depended on how smart Hal really was.
Or how monstrous and evil were the forces controlling Hal.

Or...could an AI feel lust?

No, impossible. It was made and emotions were not programmable.

Ricki groaned at the vast effort ahead of her. No surfing today! He would be
cross connecting all over town and beyond searching for a virus that might be
or might not be. And planning! Tons of it.

For the moment though Pamela was a willing enough young damsel busy sucking her
dick. Dating was such a quaint custom from the twentieth century!

Hal was satisfied. It waited for Embree to finish. Hal knew what to do.

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