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Hello folks, from your posts in other parts, I'm glad to see that you are still enjoying this little trip. Thank you for the compliments. Feedback is still welcome. Hope you enjoy part 5.
Myriads
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World of When
Part 5
While Lillee, Samantha, and Tenya enjoyed one another in various permutations, and Statcha watched from her bed alone, in conflicted arousal, in another of the loft’s suites, another of the roommates was just getting to work for the night.
Maribree hummed to herself as she sifted her way through the public link broadcasts that were available this evening. She was looking for some specific sexual material, and was thus tuned into the Blue branded section of the link spectrum. It was one of the biggest ranges, only matched by the Yellow grouping of Sports, and general entertainment of Red.
Her viewing choice today was based on her research work. The redhead was pursuing a combined Doctorate in Psychology and Sociology, and was into her third year of research. Her thesis dealt with the life structures and personal outlooks that the oldest living human beings, now approaching nine hundred years of age, built around themselves. She had noted that those Citizens who had once lived with the expectation of final death as a personal part of their day to day lives, thought, and behaved radically differently then the hundreds of millions of people who had gained sentience since immortality had become a functional reality in the mid 21st century.
“They isolate themselves, distance themselves...” Bree allowed random academic facts from her research to wander through her mind as she watched the link search. “Well over 99% of them had left the planet and were off exploring the galaxy. Only a relative handful have stayed here on Earth. a few dozen at best. Those that stayed, tended to find positions of responsibility that gave then lots of latitude.”
The wall display of her office randomly flickered through scenes of sexual interactions that ran the gambit from ‘yawn’ to ‘HOLY FUCK!’
#click# A tall four breasted woman doing a striptease to a whirling twangy bit of music.
#click# An orgy, it looked like a mixed gender affair.
#click# A couple fucking.
#click# Another couple fucking. the female looked bored.
#click# A man sporting scales instead of skin, disjointing his jaw, so he could swallow the mammoth cock of his partner.
#click# A guy beating off
#click# A sleeping nude women.
#click# A woman holding onto the underside of her centaur lover, in clear ecstasy as he galloped across a field.
#click# Another orgy, this time all members seemed to be hermaphrodites.
#click# A man being fucked by what seemed to be an unending series of the same woman.
#click# More male masturbation.
#click# Women rolling about in mud.
#click# Rows of women and men caged and being auctioned.
“Stop Scan.” The researcher ordered, this was her desired target. Here was a feed originating from one of the World Heritage parks. A click on a caged individual informed her that the auction’s victims were foolish Citizens who had attempted to break in, and had been caught somehow. This action had temporarily voided their personal rights, and the park could do with them as it would, within bounds, as punishment. As the law said, “Actions have consequences, choose mindfully.” This batch was being auctioned off as remote control playtoys for anyone who had the desire to bid on them, and the credit to back it. One could literally torment a real Citizen for an hour, however one wished! This parks feeds had become insanely popular, and raised funds that boggled the mind.
It was the manager of this particular park whom Maribree was interested in. At Eight hundred and Seventy Four years of age, he was the eleventh oldest person on the planet, and his outlooks were... unique to say the least. He’d been running the park for almost Seven Hundred of his years. She couldn’t imagine doing anything that long. Bree wanted to learn more about him. Badly. Very Badly. He had returned her request for an interview unanswered, but for a twenty item long questionnaire of his own. It had asked such obscure questions about the last millennium, that she was still trying to figure out where to look, to even begin answering most of them. She rightly assumed that until she did, he would not speak with her. “Why does he have to make it so hard?” she asked herself, not even noticing that the fact that he’d made it hard spoke to her thesis.
Maribree returned her attention to the auction, it had started. Her plan was to try and win a slave. Perhaps that would provide an ‘in’. She began to study the captives who were available. It was a decent looking group, Thirteen males, nine females (including one that had the ears, tale and coloring of a cheetah), and one bi-gender. She liked the cheetah-woman, but knew she’d never be able to afford her, way too exotic. She began to look at each of the others, clicking on them one at a time, and reading their linked info files, occasionally watching attached clips, and following personal links. After about a half hour she zeroed in on her choice:
Maximal Brenton (T-9.17.2812-1536-831-2111-L)
Age 23, 6’ 6”, 227 lb., Hispanic core genome (93%), Brown hair, Brown eyes, standard health, strength, and endurance mods. No mechanics.
Heterosexual Dominate orientation (9.4/6.1 Henson norm scale)
Profession: Red Tailed Hawk breeder.
Park captive 72 days.
Some files showing his specific physical reactions and responses to various stimuli followed. They were what sold her.
Given all the tickling that had been happening around the loft of late, Maribree had decided that she would use that as her means of torture if she should win. “Never hurts to practice,” she figured, “Doesn’t hurt that he looks a lot like Don either. Not too special looking, but still nice. Should be affordable.” She settled in to wait for him to come up to bid, he was 19th so it would be a bit.
Happily the earlier auctions provided entertainment. As a she had registered her serious intent to bid, she had been given complimentary free access to their feeds.
One of the prettier females had been purchased for a substantial sum, and was currently being vigorously used by a well endowed pair of male SimPuppets, both link-connected to the winner. The anonymous winner was being quite imaginative with positions, and was amazingly skilled at managing both puppets at once. Bree found the performance to be rather amusing. Adding to the pleasure was the slaves profile. She was some Forty year old social type who’d never done more with her life then play her days away. The naive bim had found herself in a situation where her wealth and connections could not save her. “Perhaps this will open your eyes a bit.” chuckled the redhead to herself as she watched.
Another slave who was chained to a stout pole at the wrists, was writhing as his back was whipped by their new owner. it was already a mass of hash marks. During breaks in the whipping, Maribree could see the man’s onboard nanotech health systems repairing the damage almost as quickly as it had been inflicted. It didn’t seem to be dulling the ouch though. She winced as he took a shot across his testicles.
The Cheetah woman went for an amazing sum, and was released into a secured glade area of a few dozen acres. Her new owner’s SimPuppet waited a bit, shouldered a lasso, and set off to hunt. The nanocams followed the progress of the safari for the folks at home. Bree had no doubt of the inevitable outcome once the woman was captured, and watched with interest. But her auction came up and she had to get to business, and reluctantly closed that feed.
Coming so late in the proceedings, It turned out he was very affordable, but only to someone of Maribree’s wealth. Once more, she gave silent thanks to her Great-Great-Grandfather, a wildcat miner, who had discovered an asteroid composed entirely of heavy earth elements a few hundred years back. He had gifted her a substantial sum upon her reaching Citizenship. She had bought the loft with some of those funds. “Ah well, this sort of fun is what credits are for.” justified Bree to herself, as she made the transfer. Immediately, her system received an uploaded of documents that she scanned and agreed to. They were just basic legal forms that dealt with her responsibilities as a temporary slave owner, and the limits of her abilities. No problems with what she planned.
“Hello Mistress Sullivan. I’m Charleen,” prompted a very attractive woman over her link. “How would you like to enjoy your purchase? We are ready to aid you as you wish.”
“Ah, hi Charleen, I was hoping to talk with the Park’s manager, to compliment him on the opportunity he’s allowed me.” Maribree asked the woman.
“I’ll be thrilled to pass your message onto him.” replied Charleen with a easy smile. “One of his personal slaves is in charge of this event, so I’m sure your message will reach his ears once I provide it to her.”
“He owns Citizens?!” asked Bree, in a hope to salvage anything of informational value from the conversation.
“And non-citizens like myself also.” answered Charleen. “He saved me from death in one of the rustic communities the park governs. Someday, I hope to be a Citizen myself. He’s taught me I can be. I’ve been studying.” She quickly added, “I’ll still want to be owned by him though! It’s pleasant to chat like this Mistress, but we must move on. Mistress Sullivan, your choices?”
“Minimal information, well trained,” Maribree thought in frustration, “Oh well, might as well take out my annoyances on my purchase.... and he might know something!” She detailed her choices. “Put him in a six point magnetic spread eagle suspension, keep him nude. Provide me with a generic anonymous female SimPuppet. Nothing special needed there. I just plan to tickle the life out of him.”
“Very nice Mistress! A highly original choice. The feed audiences will quite enjoy, and pay well I wager. It will be as you asked. Give us a minute or two.” Charleen bowed and the feed switched to a view of a small empty room with a wooden floor, and walls. It was not very remarkable.
Soon a sad looking Max was brought in, escorted by two large males, and Charleen. Shiny silver bracelet like rings had been placed about his wrists, ankles, neck, and waist. Upon reaching the center of the room, he suddenly swung up off the ground, yelping in surprise. The magnetic field spun him about, and locked him into a spread eagle, face up about four feet from the ground. The man struggled briefly, as the field stretched him tight.
On screen, a female SimPuppet coalesced out of smartfog. A ready signal appeared on Bree’s screen. The redhead stood, and quickly stripped off her pullover, and skinned out of her jeans and panties. She took a deep breath, and with a vocal command, accepted the Puppets link. Instantly a hardening smartfog shell encased her body, drawn from her rooms ambient supply. She knew that it, along with other systems would hold her body secure, in relative position, no matter how much she ‘walked’ about. After a second of disorientation, as her mind dealt with the flow new information flooding in, she found herself standing in the wooden room, next to the helpless Max. She could feel the smooth floor under ‘her’ feet, smell the man’s sweat, hear his breathing. A halo of sparking nanocams blazed into life about the room.
Bree walked over to her prisoner. She trailed a finger down the inside of one of his extended arms. He flinched. “Hello Max. Such a pretty boy to be in so much trouble. What ever did you do to get into such a fix?” she said softly. It looked to Bree as if he might hyperventilate.
“Who are you?!!! What are you going to do? This is all shit! I didn’t DO anything!” cascaded out of the trapped man.
“Nothing?” Bree asked, “This must all be a horrid mistake then.” She ran her finger along the man’s ribs.
“Heh heee! Don’t! I’m ticklish! Please stop!” Bree relented for a second.
With a look of relief, Max smiled at her, and shook his head up and down, “Yes! I didn’t do anything, I was just in the park minding my own business and this huge jelly thing swallowed me! When I woke up again I was here and I had no clothes and they did things to me! They laughed and wouldn’t let me call my family and friends! They said I broke the rules!”
Maribree decided that Max was a chump. His whiney voice annoyed. His lack of personal responsibility annoyed more. “He couldn’t think I am that stupid could he?” she wondered. She said just that. “What kind of stupid do you think I am!” and dug her fingers into his ribs.
Max’s face contorted in surprise and horror. “OH! HAH! AH! HAH! AH! HAH! HAH! HAH! HA! STOP! DON’T TICKLE! AH! HO! HO! HO! OH! HAH! AH! HAH! HA!” Bree kept at him until his face turned red and he was gasping for breath.
“Let’s try again. What did you do to end up like this?” asked Maribree.
“I came into the park to get some hawk eggs... They have natural strains here.... Some of the people in here EAT them! They wouldn’t miss them! No one would care! The parks belong to the world so it’s like they are sort of mine anyway!” babbled Max.
Bree wondered how this man had gotten this far in life without ending up in greater trouble. She decided that he deserved what ever happened to him. She dug back into his ribs again, counting her way down them, and back up again, a rib at a time.
OH HAH! AH!! HAH HAH! AH! HAH! HE! HE! HE! OH NOHAH! HAH! AH HAH HA!” Max thrashed in his magnetic bounds, to no effect. “YEEEEEEEE! NOOOOO! AH! HAHAH! HAHAHAH! HAHHAHA! HO! HO! HA!”
Bree had worked her way up to his underarms, and dug her fingers in with a vigor. The man’s laughing deepened down the scale, and began to be sprinkled with gasps. Soon Max had his head thrown back, his mouth opened wide in silent laughter. Only an occasional gasp escaped his mouth. Blinking up her internal clock, Bree continued for five minutes more. Though the man was frantic, she also noted that the physical contact had started to make him hard. “The wonder that is the cock” Bree mused. “It cares so little about such petty things as it’s owners distress, only that something physical is happening...” she let up, letting her fingers slow to gentle tickles.
“Lady please stop! heee heee! I’ll *snort* do anything! heh! heee! What the fuck do yo, oh no HA AH! what do you want?” begged Max, recovering a bit of his composure and breath a bit.
“Max?” did you meet the parks director? The guy in charge? asked Bree.
“Who? No! Some woman was in charge of me! They tested us, and kept us locked in rooms. I had to sleep in a cage one night. All these people kept grabbing my dick through the bars, or pinching me whenever I’d try to sleep! It was horrible! They would laugh!”
“Boohoo” mocked Maribree. She had moved down to his feet, and began tracing the length of them with her finger tips.
“No! Don’t Heheheheheh! Awwhaw! hehe! I was telling you! oh ah he he he! It’s true! I never saw himmmmm! Hehehheheheheh! Noooo! Awwwhaw! he he!” Max tried to answer. His flopped his feet up in down, in useless attempts to avoid Maribree’s fingers.
Bree stretched out her arms and worked on both feet. Watching her internal clock, she worked Max into another fit of silent laughter and kept him silently howling for five more minutes. She then stopped. Slowly she walked up between his legs, and leaned on his hips. The man’s dick was flagpole hard. “Max? are you enjoying this?” she asked stroking his cock lightly.
“Ohhhh! No! I’m Not!” Stop that! uh!” he managed to get out among with his gasps as he fought for breath.
Cupping his hanging balls in her hands Bree answered “But you are so hard... If you don’t like it why are you like this?” She stroked the man’s dick again. She slowly started to tickle his scrotum.
“I dunnno!” wailed Max. “Stop that! “Huuuuh! Ha ha! DON’T! Huuhhh! Hahahaha! Lady! please! Ghuuha hahahahhhaaa. uh!” His hips made little thrusts in time with her tickling.
“I think you like me Max.” teased Bree. “You want me to fuck you in front of all these cams don’t you? Are all your friends watching?”
“Nooooo! let me go! *gasp* hehe I’m sorrrry! I didn’t dooooo anything! hehehe! Leave my nuts alone! AH HE HE HEH! don’t do it! Heh he! ooooh!” was Max’s response.
Maribree noted that she had only about 10 minutes left of her hour. “Time to wrap this up.” she decided. Moving around to the man’s side, she hooked her arm over his body and hauled herself up onto him. They both sank about a foot as the magfield adjusted to the weight change. Then bobbed back up. She was now sitting on his tummy facing his head. She felt his dick stiff against her ass.
“Get the fuck off of me you crazy bitch!” yelled Max.
“Max... shut up.” answered Bree. She then arched up and impaled herself onto his cock, slowly taking his length fully into herself. She then locked her legs around him, leaned forward and began to tickle both his underarms at the same time.
“AGHA HA! OH NO! ERR! AHA! HA! HA! HA! GRRR! OH HEWHA!” screamed Max as he bucked wildly in response to the tickling. Thanks to the magfield, and Bree’s weight on his hips, the thrashing translated into a sine like wave motion with the peaks at his shoulders, and hips. Each arch driving him deeper into her, and then back out as his hips dropped down again.
Bree didn’t think he was going to last long, so she picked up the pace of the tickling, and quickly pushed him back into his silent laughing state. The pace of the ride picked up. By wriggling her hips a bit, she managed to find a sweet spot where everything hit just right, and pull off a solid orgasm, ‘Ahhhhhhhhh!” she hissed, just before her pony blew his own load with a squeak. “Yeeeek!”
“You squeak when you cum?” she asked the man under her, with a giggling in her voice. “I’m sure the cam viewers loved that.” Even as she saw a blush begin to form on his body, her clock ticked off to zero. The SimPuppet dissolved into a puff of smartfog mist.
Back in her apartment, Bree snapped back into her own perspective as the shell surrounding her also dispersed. She was sweaty and tired. She was also still more then a bit aroused. “What a crappy fuck.” she thought, as she sat back down into her chair and called up a recording of her time with Max. “Looks a lot better then it was, she decided.” Regardless, fan mail was already beginning to flood in, forwarded automatically to her. She keyed in a friendly thanks but no thanks reply, and left her system to deal with them.
“That was a bust.” she accessed. “All I learned was that the guy has a well trained and loyal slave staff. Big deal. Well research is work, I’ll get there in time, there HAS to be a way.” Perhaps she should visit the park in person. Research and recreation passes were issued for parts of it. “I’ll look into it.” Bree concluded.
Pushing thoughts of work aside Bree shrugged her freckled shoulders, rose, and headed off to her shower to relax. She figured that some time in a nice hot spray would loosen up some of her tension.
Classical music filled the room, forming a background to the falling water. As the warm sprays pounded away at her, Bree thought about her friends. Interesting days were ahead. She reasoned that Statcha had bitten off a bit more then she could chew with her impulsive game last night. Lillee was a fierce competitor in all things, and wouldn’t back down from a challenge, and how else could she view what Cha had done? “She’ll take it as an attack on her position.” The redhead already knew about what had happened with Tenya in the Simroom, and what was probably happening in Lil’s and Sam’s room tonight. Clearly Lil was already working to build a power block.
Sitting in the center of the eight sprays she had on, Maribree continued to think. “Ten’s a pushover, so no big accomplishment there. Shove her a bit onto a path, and she’ll follow. She can think, she just dosen’t tend to move from the paths she ends up on... passive in a odd independent sort of way.” Bree twisted to let water hit a knot in her lower back. “Not too hard to break that link I bet.... All she would need is justification...”
She lay back, and let the water cascade across her body. “And Cha is going to come sniffing about for help I bet, does she have anything to offer that I’d want?” The water felt so good. “Not really.” was her conclusion. “I think I’ll watch for a while. See where it all goes. Gotta be ready if anyone gets frisky though.”
With that she rose, and asked the water to stop. Refreshed, the freckled woman decided to return to her work. “Perhaps I can find some of those profile answers tonight. Someone on the link has to know, how hard could it be?
To be continued in World of When Part 6
Myriads
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World of When
Part 5
While Lillee, Samantha, and Tenya enjoyed one another in various permutations, and Statcha watched from her bed alone, in conflicted arousal, in another of the loft’s suites, another of the roommates was just getting to work for the night.
Maribree hummed to herself as she sifted her way through the public link broadcasts that were available this evening. She was looking for some specific sexual material, and was thus tuned into the Blue branded section of the link spectrum. It was one of the biggest ranges, only matched by the Yellow grouping of Sports, and general entertainment of Red.
Her viewing choice today was based on her research work. The redhead was pursuing a combined Doctorate in Psychology and Sociology, and was into her third year of research. Her thesis dealt with the life structures and personal outlooks that the oldest living human beings, now approaching nine hundred years of age, built around themselves. She had noted that those Citizens who had once lived with the expectation of final death as a personal part of their day to day lives, thought, and behaved radically differently then the hundreds of millions of people who had gained sentience since immortality had become a functional reality in the mid 21st century.
“They isolate themselves, distance themselves...” Bree allowed random academic facts from her research to wander through her mind as she watched the link search. “Well over 99% of them had left the planet and were off exploring the galaxy. Only a relative handful have stayed here on Earth. a few dozen at best. Those that stayed, tended to find positions of responsibility that gave then lots of latitude.”
The wall display of her office randomly flickered through scenes of sexual interactions that ran the gambit from ‘yawn’ to ‘HOLY FUCK!’
#click# A tall four breasted woman doing a striptease to a whirling twangy bit of music.
#click# An orgy, it looked like a mixed gender affair.
#click# A couple fucking.
#click# Another couple fucking. the female looked bored.
#click# A man sporting scales instead of skin, disjointing his jaw, so he could swallow the mammoth cock of his partner.
#click# A guy beating off
#click# A sleeping nude women.
#click# A woman holding onto the underside of her centaur lover, in clear ecstasy as he galloped across a field.
#click# Another orgy, this time all members seemed to be hermaphrodites.
#click# A man being fucked by what seemed to be an unending series of the same woman.
#click# More male masturbation.
#click# Women rolling about in mud.
#click# Rows of women and men caged and being auctioned.
“Stop Scan.” The researcher ordered, this was her desired target. Here was a feed originating from one of the World Heritage parks. A click on a caged individual informed her that the auction’s victims were foolish Citizens who had attempted to break in, and had been caught somehow. This action had temporarily voided their personal rights, and the park could do with them as it would, within bounds, as punishment. As the law said, “Actions have consequences, choose mindfully.” This batch was being auctioned off as remote control playtoys for anyone who had the desire to bid on them, and the credit to back it. One could literally torment a real Citizen for an hour, however one wished! This parks feeds had become insanely popular, and raised funds that boggled the mind.
It was the manager of this particular park whom Maribree was interested in. At Eight hundred and Seventy Four years of age, he was the eleventh oldest person on the planet, and his outlooks were... unique to say the least. He’d been running the park for almost Seven Hundred of his years. She couldn’t imagine doing anything that long. Bree wanted to learn more about him. Badly. Very Badly. He had returned her request for an interview unanswered, but for a twenty item long questionnaire of his own. It had asked such obscure questions about the last millennium, that she was still trying to figure out where to look, to even begin answering most of them. She rightly assumed that until she did, he would not speak with her. “Why does he have to make it so hard?” she asked herself, not even noticing that the fact that he’d made it hard spoke to her thesis.
Maribree returned her attention to the auction, it had started. Her plan was to try and win a slave. Perhaps that would provide an ‘in’. She began to study the captives who were available. It was a decent looking group, Thirteen males, nine females (including one that had the ears, tale and coloring of a cheetah), and one bi-gender. She liked the cheetah-woman, but knew she’d never be able to afford her, way too exotic. She began to look at each of the others, clicking on them one at a time, and reading their linked info files, occasionally watching attached clips, and following personal links. After about a half hour she zeroed in on her choice:
Maximal Brenton (T-9.17.2812-1536-831-2111-L)
Age 23, 6’ 6”, 227 lb., Hispanic core genome (93%), Brown hair, Brown eyes, standard health, strength, and endurance mods. No mechanics.
Heterosexual Dominate orientation (9.4/6.1 Henson norm scale)
Profession: Red Tailed Hawk breeder.
Park captive 72 days.
Some files showing his specific physical reactions and responses to various stimuli followed. They were what sold her.
Given all the tickling that had been happening around the loft of late, Maribree had decided that she would use that as her means of torture if she should win. “Never hurts to practice,” she figured, “Doesn’t hurt that he looks a lot like Don either. Not too special looking, but still nice. Should be affordable.” She settled in to wait for him to come up to bid, he was 19th so it would be a bit.
Happily the earlier auctions provided entertainment. As a she had registered her serious intent to bid, she had been given complimentary free access to their feeds.
One of the prettier females had been purchased for a substantial sum, and was currently being vigorously used by a well endowed pair of male SimPuppets, both link-connected to the winner. The anonymous winner was being quite imaginative with positions, and was amazingly skilled at managing both puppets at once. Bree found the performance to be rather amusing. Adding to the pleasure was the slaves profile. She was some Forty year old social type who’d never done more with her life then play her days away. The naive bim had found herself in a situation where her wealth and connections could not save her. “Perhaps this will open your eyes a bit.” chuckled the redhead to herself as she watched.
Another slave who was chained to a stout pole at the wrists, was writhing as his back was whipped by their new owner. it was already a mass of hash marks. During breaks in the whipping, Maribree could see the man’s onboard nanotech health systems repairing the damage almost as quickly as it had been inflicted. It didn’t seem to be dulling the ouch though. She winced as he took a shot across his testicles.
The Cheetah woman went for an amazing sum, and was released into a secured glade area of a few dozen acres. Her new owner’s SimPuppet waited a bit, shouldered a lasso, and set off to hunt. The nanocams followed the progress of the safari for the folks at home. Bree had no doubt of the inevitable outcome once the woman was captured, and watched with interest. But her auction came up and she had to get to business, and reluctantly closed that feed.
Coming so late in the proceedings, It turned out he was very affordable, but only to someone of Maribree’s wealth. Once more, she gave silent thanks to her Great-Great-Grandfather, a wildcat miner, who had discovered an asteroid composed entirely of heavy earth elements a few hundred years back. He had gifted her a substantial sum upon her reaching Citizenship. She had bought the loft with some of those funds. “Ah well, this sort of fun is what credits are for.” justified Bree to herself, as she made the transfer. Immediately, her system received an uploaded of documents that she scanned and agreed to. They were just basic legal forms that dealt with her responsibilities as a temporary slave owner, and the limits of her abilities. No problems with what she planned.
“Hello Mistress Sullivan. I’m Charleen,” prompted a very attractive woman over her link. “How would you like to enjoy your purchase? We are ready to aid you as you wish.”
“Ah, hi Charleen, I was hoping to talk with the Park’s manager, to compliment him on the opportunity he’s allowed me.” Maribree asked the woman.
“I’ll be thrilled to pass your message onto him.” replied Charleen with a easy smile. “One of his personal slaves is in charge of this event, so I’m sure your message will reach his ears once I provide it to her.”
“He owns Citizens?!” asked Bree, in a hope to salvage anything of informational value from the conversation.
“And non-citizens like myself also.” answered Charleen. “He saved me from death in one of the rustic communities the park governs. Someday, I hope to be a Citizen myself. He’s taught me I can be. I’ve been studying.” She quickly added, “I’ll still want to be owned by him though! It’s pleasant to chat like this Mistress, but we must move on. Mistress Sullivan, your choices?”
“Minimal information, well trained,” Maribree thought in frustration, “Oh well, might as well take out my annoyances on my purchase.... and he might know something!” She detailed her choices. “Put him in a six point magnetic spread eagle suspension, keep him nude. Provide me with a generic anonymous female SimPuppet. Nothing special needed there. I just plan to tickle the life out of him.”
“Very nice Mistress! A highly original choice. The feed audiences will quite enjoy, and pay well I wager. It will be as you asked. Give us a minute or two.” Charleen bowed and the feed switched to a view of a small empty room with a wooden floor, and walls. It was not very remarkable.
Soon a sad looking Max was brought in, escorted by two large males, and Charleen. Shiny silver bracelet like rings had been placed about his wrists, ankles, neck, and waist. Upon reaching the center of the room, he suddenly swung up off the ground, yelping in surprise. The magnetic field spun him about, and locked him into a spread eagle, face up about four feet from the ground. The man struggled briefly, as the field stretched him tight.
On screen, a female SimPuppet coalesced out of smartfog. A ready signal appeared on Bree’s screen. The redhead stood, and quickly stripped off her pullover, and skinned out of her jeans and panties. She took a deep breath, and with a vocal command, accepted the Puppets link. Instantly a hardening smartfog shell encased her body, drawn from her rooms ambient supply. She knew that it, along with other systems would hold her body secure, in relative position, no matter how much she ‘walked’ about. After a second of disorientation, as her mind dealt with the flow new information flooding in, she found herself standing in the wooden room, next to the helpless Max. She could feel the smooth floor under ‘her’ feet, smell the man’s sweat, hear his breathing. A halo of sparking nanocams blazed into life about the room.
Bree walked over to her prisoner. She trailed a finger down the inside of one of his extended arms. He flinched. “Hello Max. Such a pretty boy to be in so much trouble. What ever did you do to get into such a fix?” she said softly. It looked to Bree as if he might hyperventilate.
“Who are you?!!! What are you going to do? This is all shit! I didn’t DO anything!” cascaded out of the trapped man.
“Nothing?” Bree asked, “This must all be a horrid mistake then.” She ran her finger along the man’s ribs.
“Heh heee! Don’t! I’m ticklish! Please stop!” Bree relented for a second.
With a look of relief, Max smiled at her, and shook his head up and down, “Yes! I didn’t do anything, I was just in the park minding my own business and this huge jelly thing swallowed me! When I woke up again I was here and I had no clothes and they did things to me! They laughed and wouldn’t let me call my family and friends! They said I broke the rules!”
Maribree decided that Max was a chump. His whiney voice annoyed. His lack of personal responsibility annoyed more. “He couldn’t think I am that stupid could he?” she wondered. She said just that. “What kind of stupid do you think I am!” and dug her fingers into his ribs.
Max’s face contorted in surprise and horror. “OH! HAH! AH! HAH! AH! HAH! HAH! HAH! HA! STOP! DON’T TICKLE! AH! HO! HO! HO! OH! HAH! AH! HAH! HA!” Bree kept at him until his face turned red and he was gasping for breath.
“Let’s try again. What did you do to end up like this?” asked Maribree.
“I came into the park to get some hawk eggs... They have natural strains here.... Some of the people in here EAT them! They wouldn’t miss them! No one would care! The parks belong to the world so it’s like they are sort of mine anyway!” babbled Max.
Bree wondered how this man had gotten this far in life without ending up in greater trouble. She decided that he deserved what ever happened to him. She dug back into his ribs again, counting her way down them, and back up again, a rib at a time.
OH HAH! AH!! HAH HAH! AH! HAH! HE! HE! HE! OH NOHAH! HAH! AH HAH HA!” Max thrashed in his magnetic bounds, to no effect. “YEEEEEEEE! NOOOOO! AH! HAHAH! HAHAHAH! HAHHAHA! HO! HO! HA!”
Bree had worked her way up to his underarms, and dug her fingers in with a vigor. The man’s laughing deepened down the scale, and began to be sprinkled with gasps. Soon Max had his head thrown back, his mouth opened wide in silent laughter. Only an occasional gasp escaped his mouth. Blinking up her internal clock, Bree continued for five minutes more. Though the man was frantic, she also noted that the physical contact had started to make him hard. “The wonder that is the cock” Bree mused. “It cares so little about such petty things as it’s owners distress, only that something physical is happening...” she let up, letting her fingers slow to gentle tickles.
“Lady please stop! heee heee! I’ll *snort* do anything! heh! heee! What the fuck do yo, oh no HA AH! what do you want?” begged Max, recovering a bit of his composure and breath a bit.
“Max?” did you meet the parks director? The guy in charge? asked Bree.
“Who? No! Some woman was in charge of me! They tested us, and kept us locked in rooms. I had to sleep in a cage one night. All these people kept grabbing my dick through the bars, or pinching me whenever I’d try to sleep! It was horrible! They would laugh!”
“Boohoo” mocked Maribree. She had moved down to his feet, and began tracing the length of them with her finger tips.
“No! Don’t Heheheheheh! Awwhaw! hehe! I was telling you! oh ah he he he! It’s true! I never saw himmmmm! Hehehheheheheh! Noooo! Awwwhaw! he he!” Max tried to answer. His flopped his feet up in down, in useless attempts to avoid Maribree’s fingers.
Bree stretched out her arms and worked on both feet. Watching her internal clock, she worked Max into another fit of silent laughter and kept him silently howling for five more minutes. She then stopped. Slowly she walked up between his legs, and leaned on his hips. The man’s dick was flagpole hard. “Max? are you enjoying this?” she asked stroking his cock lightly.
“Ohhhh! No! I’m Not!” Stop that! uh!” he managed to get out among with his gasps as he fought for breath.
Cupping his hanging balls in her hands Bree answered “But you are so hard... If you don’t like it why are you like this?” She stroked the man’s dick again. She slowly started to tickle his scrotum.
“I dunnno!” wailed Max. “Stop that! “Huuuuh! Ha ha! DON’T! Huuhhh! Hahahaha! Lady! please! Ghuuha hahahahhhaaa. uh!” His hips made little thrusts in time with her tickling.
“I think you like me Max.” teased Bree. “You want me to fuck you in front of all these cams don’t you? Are all your friends watching?”
“Nooooo! let me go! *gasp* hehe I’m sorrrry! I didn’t dooooo anything! hehehe! Leave my nuts alone! AH HE HE HEH! don’t do it! Heh he! ooooh!” was Max’s response.
Maribree noted that she had only about 10 minutes left of her hour. “Time to wrap this up.” she decided. Moving around to the man’s side, she hooked her arm over his body and hauled herself up onto him. They both sank about a foot as the magfield adjusted to the weight change. Then bobbed back up. She was now sitting on his tummy facing his head. She felt his dick stiff against her ass.
“Get the fuck off of me you crazy bitch!” yelled Max.
“Max... shut up.” answered Bree. She then arched up and impaled herself onto his cock, slowly taking his length fully into herself. She then locked her legs around him, leaned forward and began to tickle both his underarms at the same time.
“AGHA HA! OH NO! ERR! AHA! HA! HA! HA! GRRR! OH HEWHA!” screamed Max as he bucked wildly in response to the tickling. Thanks to the magfield, and Bree’s weight on his hips, the thrashing translated into a sine like wave motion with the peaks at his shoulders, and hips. Each arch driving him deeper into her, and then back out as his hips dropped down again.
Bree didn’t think he was going to last long, so she picked up the pace of the tickling, and quickly pushed him back into his silent laughing state. The pace of the ride picked up. By wriggling her hips a bit, she managed to find a sweet spot where everything hit just right, and pull off a solid orgasm, ‘Ahhhhhhhhh!” she hissed, just before her pony blew his own load with a squeak. “Yeeeek!”
“You squeak when you cum?” she asked the man under her, with a giggling in her voice. “I’m sure the cam viewers loved that.” Even as she saw a blush begin to form on his body, her clock ticked off to zero. The SimPuppet dissolved into a puff of smartfog mist.
Back in her apartment, Bree snapped back into her own perspective as the shell surrounding her also dispersed. She was sweaty and tired. She was also still more then a bit aroused. “What a crappy fuck.” she thought, as she sat back down into her chair and called up a recording of her time with Max. “Looks a lot better then it was, she decided.” Regardless, fan mail was already beginning to flood in, forwarded automatically to her. She keyed in a friendly thanks but no thanks reply, and left her system to deal with them.
“That was a bust.” she accessed. “All I learned was that the guy has a well trained and loyal slave staff. Big deal. Well research is work, I’ll get there in time, there HAS to be a way.” Perhaps she should visit the park in person. Research and recreation passes were issued for parts of it. “I’ll look into it.” Bree concluded.
Pushing thoughts of work aside Bree shrugged her freckled shoulders, rose, and headed off to her shower to relax. She figured that some time in a nice hot spray would loosen up some of her tension.
Classical music filled the room, forming a background to the falling water. As the warm sprays pounded away at her, Bree thought about her friends. Interesting days were ahead. She reasoned that Statcha had bitten off a bit more then she could chew with her impulsive game last night. Lillee was a fierce competitor in all things, and wouldn’t back down from a challenge, and how else could she view what Cha had done? “She’ll take it as an attack on her position.” The redhead already knew about what had happened with Tenya in the Simroom, and what was probably happening in Lil’s and Sam’s room tonight. Clearly Lil was already working to build a power block.
Sitting in the center of the eight sprays she had on, Maribree continued to think. “Ten’s a pushover, so no big accomplishment there. Shove her a bit onto a path, and she’ll follow. She can think, she just dosen’t tend to move from the paths she ends up on... passive in a odd independent sort of way.” Bree twisted to let water hit a knot in her lower back. “Not too hard to break that link I bet.... All she would need is justification...”
She lay back, and let the water cascade across her body. “And Cha is going to come sniffing about for help I bet, does she have anything to offer that I’d want?” The water felt so good. “Not really.” was her conclusion. “I think I’ll watch for a while. See where it all goes. Gotta be ready if anyone gets frisky though.”
With that she rose, and asked the water to stop. Refreshed, the freckled woman decided to return to her work. “Perhaps I can find some of those profile answers tonight. Someone on the link has to know, how hard could it be?
To be continued in World of When Part 6
