If it hadn't been for the honk of the car behind him, Dr. Stein might have idled at
the intersection all day, or so some might have said.  He roused himself from his
mental perambulations to see that, yes, the light was now green and yes, the old
lady had crossed the busy street safely.  You'd think I were sixty instead of
twenty-seven, he chided himself.  He tapped the accelerator much to the
insistence of the truck behind him and drove through Central Square a little faster
than he would have liked.

Cambridge was always hectic in the morning and the MIT campus was already
in the first throes of early morning classes.  He parked the old Volvo and hurried
to his office, eager to escape the chaos of the throngs of under grads, teaching
assistants and Profs.  Thank God I don't have to bother with all that, he thought
gratefully.  Call me whiz kid, use me to get bigger grants, whatever you want,
he had told the Dean.  Just don't make me teach some stupid course work.  Let
me continue my research in peace by myself.  And the Dean had agreed, giving
him a small if sufficient office in the farthest part of the old Research Annex.
And why not  he was the one of the top artificial intelligence researchers in
academia.

As he glided through the familiar pale green halls of the old research Annex, Ben
Stein was already thinking about the problem he had been considering during his
short commute.  It was a difficult one to be sure, but those were the only kind he
enjoyed.  He had reached the point in his work where he could design a
definitive neural net that could replicate very clear human behavioral patterns.
The behavior tree had been branched to cover any possible permutation of
actions  yes, he had gotten that far.  It had taken six months to do that.  But
when he tested the neural net on the Cray simulator, it had crashed.  And despite
every debugging routine he could think to run, even a couple he had written on
the fly, the behavior replication program continued to crash, every time with the
same message:

SYSTEM ERROR ****HARDWARE INSUFFICIENT TO RUN
APPLICATION

He ground his teeth.  Hardware.  Damn.  He had intuitively seen this coming
weeks ago.  At three in the morning he had finally surrendered to the inevitable.
He would have to call his former mentor, Rudolph Fristch in the morning.  And
here he was, sitting at his desk staring at the phone, stubbornly thinking of
anyone else he might call.   Pushing the task off, he dialed into his voice mail.
There was a message from the Dean requesting his presence at a cocktail party
for the Regents, which the Dean knew he would ignore.  Then a message from
Amanda.

"Ben, why haven't I heard from you?"  The precise, word choppingvoice belied
Amanda's physical appearance  tall, dark andsvelte.  And despite the oversized
horn rims and tightly bunned hair, or perhaps because of them, the image was
one of  a veryattractive woman.  He and Amanda Crossways often had coffee
together  it was probably the only social intercourse Ben allowed himself.  "I
want to continue that discussion we started over coffee in the faculty lounge
remember?  We were talking about the Genome Project. Anyway, I'll be in the
office till nine, but will teaching all day.  Talk to you.  Bye.  Oh and check the
Globe  Technology section.  I think you'll find the item on your old friend
interesting."

Ben erased the message quickly.  He vaguely liked Amanda  she had a fine mind
and had impressively fast tracked to tenure in the bio chem department at thirty
two.  And he liked her disciplined, driven personality  though underneath he
suspected an inner lack of confidence.  But he just wasn't interested in her for
anything other than a colleagial relationship.  She was bright and pleasant, but he
just didn't have time for anything other than his work.  He had never been good
at relationships.  Now wasn't the time to start.  He'd cool her off by ignoring the
message.

Curious, he pulled the Boston Globe out from under the pile of office mail.
Flipping to the Technology section, he spotted the article Amanda had referred
to.  He couldn't help it.  the headline read "Controversial Researcher Bridges
Bio tech And Computers"

As he read the meat of the story, he shook his head in disbelief.  It was classic
Fristch.

"Dr. Fristch thinks various societal trends will lead to what he calls 'bio
mechanics'  a new field of study which will incorporate software, hardware, and
bio technology.  'The era of Nature based biology will be over!' Dr. Frischt
announces dramatically.

Most of the academic community scoffs at Frischt's assertions.  Dr. Amanda
Crossway of MIT says that "Frischt is a genius but obviously his comments
demonstrate why he was asked to leave MIT   and why his nomination for a
Nobel went nowhere.  Regular Globe readers will remember Dr. Frischt
resigned his post at MIT under questionable circumstances involving irregular
research practices.'

Ben snorted.  They were questionable, all right.  He remembered the  incident
vividly.  He had been the one that reported it.  Notthat Frischt knew that, since
the call to the Provost's office was anonymous.  And when everyone had
sympathized that his mentor hadbeen forced out, he had merely nodded blankly.
And when Fristchhad said good-bye, he had held his tongue.  He merely wished
hismentor the best, shook his hand and took his leave  ostensiblybecause he was
so upset about what had happened.  In fact, taking the professor's hand had
been the most difficult thing he had ever wanted to do.  He had wanted to slap
the man, knock him senseless for what he had perpetrated in his laboratory that
fateful evening  the evening Ben had returned to the office for his lab notes.

He shuddered to think of it even now.  Fristch hadn't seen him of course, but he
had seen Fristch and what the maniac was doing to Heidi, the pretty blonde
sophomore who was his part time work study  assistant.  No, he didn't want to
call Fristch on this problem.

But there wasn't anyone else.  Fristch was the preeminent hardware expert in the
field, a brilliant scientist who had been instrumental in making breakthrough
after breakthrough  the voice recognition reader, the development of the first
patentable android, among others.  That's what had driven Stein as a freshman
to seek out the great man, then only forty five.  Fristch had taken Stein under his
wing and there was no doubt that the relationship had proven beneficial to the
undergraduate. Fristch approved of the young man's drive and his ego was
gratified to have such a dutiful understudy.  Stein knew the man was an elitist
who placed no value on anything but intellect and that had been Stein's ace.  The
hermit like researcher took a strong interest in the very promising student and the
rest was history.  Fristch's clout allowed his protege to skip dull course
requirements and get right to work on the big things that the professor was
working on.

It had been right around graduation that Fristch had begun to take the path that
would eventually lead him out of the university.  Ben had noticed the growing
pile of journal clippings on bio technology, then grown used to the cross
references to how silicon might be linked to living tissue  just theoretically of
course.  Then the growing morbidity of the experiments on frogs, then mice
trying to link their sensory centers with synthetic materials to induce pain and
pleasure.  Then that evening, that hideous evening.

Ben had known Heidi.  He didn't think much about her one way or the other.
She was a blandly pretty blonde from the Midwest with as much interest in bio
chemistry as she had in the time of day.  It was simply a way to make some easy
work study money  and assisting Dr. Frischt in his various experiments was
light duty.  But Ben suspected from her miniskirts and tight sweaters that her
real interest lay in more physical activities than the mental safaris of Dr. Rudolph
Fristch.  Which was exactly why he was so surprised by her behavior changes.

Till about midpoint in the second semester, Heidi had been herusual flirtatious
self.  Then she had grown withdrawn more andmore.  He saw less of her and
Dr. Fristch explained that she washelping him in the evenings on some "routine
work  nothing you'dbe interested in, Ben."  It was that work that Ben had seen
firsthand that night.  It was just a short glimpse, but it had beenmore than
enough to tell the quick witted Stein to realize what Fristch had been doing to the
young woman.

He had heard some grunting in the lab and grabbing his notes, he had poked his
head into the lab.  It was dark except for the instrument board lights and a
monitor with an brainscan wavelength curving up and down continuously.  But
Ben could see Heidi clearly from where he was standing.

She faced him, in fact, though she gave no indication that she saw him or
anybody.  Her face was a silent scream, blue eyes bulging and mouth agape.
She wore only underwear, a spicy black lace brassiere and panty set, though the
panties lay on the floor.  Her hands were spread to support her in front, while
her hips were thrust up, bent over the armrest of Fristch's desk chair.  Her legs
were spread wide, which was only necessary because Fristch was entering her
from behind.

That sight alone might not have prompted Ben's call the next day.   Many
students and faculty had affairs from time to time...nothing out of the ordinary in
that.  But Heidi's expression had conveyed something which frightened Ben.
And as he looked closer, he grew even more afraid for the girl.  Because
Fristch's prick wasn't the only thing that was invading her.  There were tubes
stuck in her upper arms, feeding her with a greenish liquid.  Then there were the
wires on her temples running back to the monitor, keeping track of her
awareness levels.  As the scientist thrust into her from behind, the wavelength
would spike sharply.

"You'll be perfect when I'm done with you, Heidi.  My perfect lab assistant
trained to serve by day and give pleasure at night...or whenever I want it!   The
biochem balance is almost right and the chip implant is taking well!  Uh, you're
tight though!  Stupid as a cow but tight!  There!"  He slammed up against her
ass, his face white.  "That dump of cum is for you, my pretty little slut!"

Heidi took the offering in silence, her mouth still open, her eyes still glazed.  But
as the scientist withdrew from her, the bouncing wavelength on the monitor
spiked dramatically, then flat lined.  Heidi slumped, her silent scream
degenerating into a cartoon clown smile.

"Heidi?  Heidi?  Damn you!"  Fristch slapped her ass hard, but the coed didn't
move.  "You're breathing, you stupid cow  know that!  Now get up  your
Master commands you!  Remember your programming!   GET UP!  YOU
HAVE TO OBEY!!!"

Heidi acknowledged her self proclaimed master with a child likegiggle.   It was a
sound Ben never wanted to hear again  a mad, nonsensical sound that denied
sanity.  As Fristch cursed himself, and busily dressed the insensible girl, Ben
left quietly.  And had made the call the next morning at 9:00 am.

Fristch left quietly.  Publicly it was said that he and MIT had parted over
differences in research techniques, the implication that MIT was stifling the
genius.  He left to form his own consulting business for pharmaceutical,
computer and industrial  companies, though he remained local.  Rumors
abounded about Heidi, though nothing was ever confirmed.  It was said that she
had "suffered a shock" from one of Fristch's experimental devices involving
chemical compounds and weird computer configurations.  The well funded
university paid the parents dearly and the poor girl was sent to recuperate in the
Midwest, though in fact no change in her status was ever reported back.

And that was who Ben was going to call for help.  He felt guilt creep into his
wrist as he dialed the number, then put the receiver down.  No, he'd leave him
an e mail through the Internet instead.  Relief flooded him.  He turned to the PC
resting on his desktop.  The machine was on  it was always on  and began
typing in a message to Fristch.
 

Dear Dr. Fristch,

Hope you have been well.  Read the article about you in the Globe today!
Anyway, as you were always interested in the work I'm doing, I was wondering
if you could help by reviewing my notes.  As you know, I have been continuing
my work in AI, which the university has allowed me to do without interference.
However, I keep running into hardware requirement problems.  I know this is
an older area of interest for you, but I would surely appreciate any help you
could offer.  Please find the notes attached.  I look forward to hearing from you
soon.

Dr. Ben Stein
 

He sent the electronic epistle off into cyberspace without expectation.   Their
contact had been sporadic at best and he wasn't at all sure if Fristch would help
him  he just couldn't think of anyone else who could approach the man's genius.
He shrugged the whole thing off and once again, began his day puzzling the
complexities of his AI program.

He was uncomfortably gratified to see the flashing screen indicating email when
he got into the office the next day.   He took off his coat and sat down in front of
the computer.  The first message was a message from the Dean, expressing
polite disappointment with Stein's absence at the Regent's event.  He deleted it
without a second thought. And then:

Message
From Dr. Rudolph Fristch
To Dr. Ben Stein

He tapped the ENTER key and read the note that materialized:

Ben,
So nice to hear from you!  I'm so pleased that you let me in on your fuzzy logic
project.  I've read the notes and think I can help you out in terms of your
hardware problem.  However, I will need your source code.

Ben stopped reading.  The source code was the sum product of the last five
years of his working career  and Fristch wanted it.  But he had asked for
Fristch's help, and he couldn't believe that Fristch would take the work and
claim it for his own.  Of course not  all Ben would have to do is show all his
notes to prove Fristch had stolen it.  Besides, Fristch may have had questionable
private ethics, but had always respected the work of colleagues.  he would send
the source code.

BTW, did you see what that twit Amanda Crossways said about me in that
article?  I'm not surprised, but you should know that she's probably still bitter
toward me.  You see a few years ago she interviewed to be my lab assistant, but
I turned her down.  She just wasn't suitable.  It would seem she is still upset
about it.

Ben grimaced.  Suitable meant blonde, big tits, tight ass and stupid, right
Doctor?  And Amanda, while beautiful, was small breasted, brunette and
exceedingly brilliant.  Not your type at all Doctor.

P.S. I know sending the source code will take a while, even with your 32 bis
modem.  Attached is an screen saver to run while you're uploading.  Think
you'll find it interesting.  After I've received the code, give me a couple of days
and I'll get back to you.  We should have something to talk about by then."

An eye shaped icon blinked underneath the e mail, with a "receipt request
pending" prompt.  The big red eye of "DREAM.EXE" stared at him from the
18" Super VGA active matrix screen.  Fristch was losing it, to be sending him a
screen saver, for goodness' sake.

Then he remembered he hadn't answered Amanda's e mail of the day before.
This message from Fristch reminded him of her comments in the Globe article.
He accessed the university e mail system and began to type.

"Got your mail  can't do anything this week, but I'll call next week.  BTW, liked
your comment about Fristch  funny, I spoke him today!

Best, Ben"

He clicked on the upload option in the menu and began transmitting the source
code for his AI routines.

The little eye on the screen remained.  He wearily clicked on it, accepting the
application.  "Accept receipt generated"  Fine,whatever.  Then he saw the eye
blink.

Cool!  He had never seen that before.  He clicked on the icon and the screen
dissolved.  Many hued fractals began to take form and dance wildly across the
huge screen.  There has to be more than this, Ben thought.  He reclined back
into the desk chair, waiting for more.  Fractal screen savers aren't setting the
world on fire, Dr. Fristch, he thought in annoyance.  How boring.  So boring,
he was falling asleep.  As he dozed off, the source code flowed smoothly
through the T2 phone line and the fractals continued their zip zings from edge to
edge on the glowing screen

On another computer screen and pointer crept over a dialog box button that said
"Activate VidSeq #1".  The button was pushed.

A teenage girl, maybe sixteen?  You couldn't see her face, so it was hard to tell.
Her long blonde hair was tied into two tails with  cute pink bows, which hung
down her short sleeved yellow cotton dress.  The tight pull of the dress
promised that the girl would have a super figure when she fully matured.  The
slight swell of the breasts and the sweet curve of her behind was proof of that.
And even the long white stockings and Mary Jane shining black shoes couldn't
hide that she was on her way to turning many male heads.  Her hands were
folded behind her back and she stood before an adult, a man.  The man was
angry.  Very angry.

"So, did you show him your little pussy?  Did you?"  He grasped a black leather
belt tightly in his red fists.

"Yes Sir," she whined.

"You little slut."   There was no surprise in his deep gravely voice.  "I knew it.
You're nothing but a filthy little slut  just like your mother.  And you let him
touch you, didn't you?"

The girl's voice hesitated.  "Y yes, Daddy."

The man crossed his arms.  "Go on.  Tell me what you let him do with you  tell
me EXACTLY."

The girl fidgeted.  "He put his finger in me."

"In what?  Your little fuckhole, slut?"

"Please, Daddy!"  She was on the verge of tears now He laughed.  "So you let
your little boyfriend frig that tight little pussy of yours, huh?  Did you get wet
did you get hot when he fingered you?"

She nodded, trembling.

"What next Sissy?   Did you take his dick in your mouth too?  Did you let him
fuck you?  DON'T LIE TO ME!" he bellowed.

She shook her head indignantly, looking up at him sniffling.  "No, Daddy
nothing like that!  I swear!  H e just touched me!"

Again, the man laughed.  "You think the word of a little bitch like you is worth
anything?"  He folded the thick black belt and snapped it, filling the room with a
thunderous clap.  "All right, Sissy, get your butt over my knee.  It's time you
learned what little sluts get when they disobey their Daddies."

The girl began to cry, though she stifled her tears back as best as she could.
Like a practiced move, she draped herself over the man's knee and pulled up her
dress over her hips.  The man caressed the pink cotton panties she wore, then
viciously yanked them down, exposing the firm young moons.  He lay the belt
on top of them, then raised it, then let it fall with a loud crack!

"That's for being a little tease and turning on your boyfriend!"

Another painful crack of the belt.

"That's for putting out like a common streetwalker!"

Thwack three!  The girl sobbed hysterically by now.

"And that's for getting your Daddy hot with your tight little ass, Sissy!"   He
dropped the belt on the floor and let his fingers glide between the prone girl's
legs.

"I feel some hair down here.  How long have you had that?"

"Just a year, Daddy!" the girl answered ashamedly.

"You're all slick down her, Sissy.  You like getting punished?  I bet your
boyfriend liked your cute puss hair.  Very nice on a natural blonde like you,
Sissy.  Bet when he finger fucked you, he just loved feeling your little muff rub
against his knuckles, like THIS!"  The man slipped his middle finger into the
girl's tender orifice.  She moaned.

"If you're going to be giving it away, there's no reason your stepfather can't
have some too, right slut?"

"Y yes, Daddy!" she choked.

The man relaxed as he continued to jab his finger in and out of'' the now slightly
humping sixteen year old girl.  "In fact, I'm going to make a new rule, Sissy.
No more boyfriends for you unless and until I say.  If you feel the need to put
out, you'll do it for Daddy, understand?"

She didn't answer, laying still and stunned with horror at the implications of this
new rule.

As the man continued to finger fuck his step daughter with one hand, he grasped
her breast with the other.

"You'll never be anything more than a piece of trash whore, you got that?"

"Yes, Daddy!" she answered, tensing with orgasm.

"You're a stupid little fucktoy, Sissy  just like your mother!"

As he continued to berate the heaving girl cruelly, she gasped again and again,
wracked by orgasm.

BLANK

Ben woke up.  He felt upset, disturbed.  The light through the window was
bright  it was noon and he had slept through the morning!  He looked up at the
screen.  The source code was taking forever to upload.  The fractals were still
doing their crazed salsa on the screen.  He got up, stiff from the chair and rose to
refresh the now stone cold cup of coffee.

As he poured, there was a beep from the computer.  He rushed back, hoping
nothing had gone wrong with the data transmission.  But there was no error
message at all.  In the screen corner was the screen saver icon.  It blinked at him
again with that evil red eye.  Ben sat down, sipped the hot coffee and looked at
the transmit bar.  The blue bar continue to move from left to right.  "33%" it
read.  What a waste of a day, he thought, as he watched the fractals again.  In
two minutes, he was zoned out.

***************

"Activate VidSeq #2"

***************

The blonde on stage was hot.  Her long curly blonde hair was loose and big, her
blue eyes both innocent and burning all at once.  Her mouth was pouting,
painted and red lipped full and as she danced on the stage before the raucous
crowd of men, she pursed them continuously, giving mock kisses away by the
dozens.  Her body was healthy enough to draw the catcalls from the audience at
every turn and twist.  It had better be if she wanted to keep this job.  It was a
34C 29 32 trim long legged figure stuffed into a tiny black lace push up bra and
a matching pair of black lace thongs.  She worked her body to the limit,
knowing anextra pound in the wrong place meant demotion.  And she
hadworked so hard to advance from lap dancer to center stage star at Bernie's
Bimbo Revue.

"Gentlemen," the speakers announced in the murky smoke filled bar, "For your
entertainment pleasure, I am pleased to present one of the hottest little babes in
my stable of bimbos  Sissy "Melts In Her Mouth, Not In Your Hands" The
Slut!"

She pranced out in her black high heels, putting an extra spin in her hips as she
strut for the men.  As the males of all ages laughed at her and even occasionally
slipped a dollar in her tiny thong, she smiled widely and gratefully.  She gave
them all the same expression, the same feeling that Bernie had taught her.
"Make 'em think they're all going to get lucky if they so much as give you a
look, Sissy.  Make 'em believe that you can't wait to get it on with them.  That
you'd love to put out for 'em.  Then you'll get the big tips," Bernie had told her.
And Bernie was so smart and nice, the way he looked out for her.  She didn't
have to put out any more than any of his other girls AND he even let her keep
some of the tips.  Who could beat that?  Sometimes, Sissy left at closing with
almost twenty dollars in her pocketbook!

As she gave her on lookers a wide mouthed "aren't I just a naughty girl?" smile,
she scanned the audience for Him.  She had to be careful.  Bernie didn't put up
with any nonsense on stage.  So she refocused on her admirers, and began to
massage her big ripe breasts through the sheer wall of the brassiere's black lace
cup.  The under wiring gave her boobs an exaggerated lift and she just loved
playing with them for her customers.  A man hooked her a finger and she
scampered over to him.  He stuffed a grimy bill through the crotch of her
panties, wedging the bill between her legs.  She felt the greasy green bill against
her smoothly shaved pussy underneath the little thong.  She gave the man an
"only for you" leer and slipped her finger underneath the panty, pretending to
finger herself.  The man smiled back, turned to his buddy and whispered
something in his ear.  Both men gave up short snide laughs as they looked at
her.  Sissy just smiled back innocently.

There HE was!  He had just sat down in one of the tables in the back.  As usual
he was wearing  an expensive suit of immaculate tailoring.  Probably worth
more than most of these guys make in a week, she thought excitedly.  She
smiled, showing him her perfect white teeth, aiming the smile at him and he
alone.  He caught her eyes, a slight fire stirring behind those calm, observant
eyes of his.

The music was picking up tempo, which meant her act was almost over.  She
still had to strip off her bra, she thought in alarm!  She slipped the shoulder
straps off, one then the other, with silky shy care.  At last the bra was ready to
come off and she coyly unhooked the front snap.  She closed her eyes and
unhooked the snap, letting her full breasts bounce out.  The men went wild.

"Great tits baby!"

"Check out the melons on this bitch!"

"Shake 'em baby, shake 'em!"

She complied with the command, lifting her arms and shaking thepair with all
her might.  As the music climaxed, she covered her chest with the discarded bra,
meekly said 'thank you, sir" to each and every one of the men who had toss bills
on the stage, and hurried off, just as the next girl took her place.

Bernie was waiting for her.  She obediently handed over all the crumpled bills.
As Bernie counted them, he spoke to her.

"Your boyfriend is at table 12.  He wants you.  Do what he says, but stay in the
bar.  If I catch you leaving with him, I'll tan your ass, Sissy.  Got it?"

Sissy nodded in glee.

"Good.  Then get your ass out there."

"Bernie," she pouted, "may I put on something else first...please?"  She didn't
want to wear this for Him.

He waved her off.  "Whatever.  Just make it hot and don't keep him waiting."

She rushed back to the dressing room.  Amid the bump and crush of the other
dancers, she slipped off the slutty black bra and panty.  She eagerly picked
through the lingerie pile all the girls shared, fishing out a pretty pink pair of
ruffled panties and a cute tight white bustiere.   Then she kicked off her black
heels and slipped into a less dramatic pair of three inch heeled pink pumps.
Dashing herself with cheap perfume, she bravely strutted out to greet her favorite
customer.

He was such a gentleman, a doctor no less!  So different from the other men at
the club in the way he spoke to her, treated her.  Not different in the way he
expected her to act for him  when it came to that, he was just like any other man!
But what made Sissy feel so special was that when he could have had any other
girl (or girls for that matter!) at the club, it was Sissy he asked for!  It was so
special, even romantic!  And he would buy her from Bernie in between every
act, so that he would have her lap dance just for him!  She let him have any
liberty he wanted to take with her in the club, once even crawling under the table
to take him in her mouth!  Bernie had demanded an extra twenty from him for
that! she fantasized about him taking her away, and he promised to sometimes,
after he had drunk a few cocktails.  She loved nuzzling close to him in the dark
of the grimy men's club, licking his earlobes as he felt her up.    How
wonderfully special she felt when he told her she was the hottest dancer there,
that she had the biggest breasts, the tightest ass!  She couldn't wait to see him.

She put on her saddest, sexiest "I missed you!" smile and minced over to his
table.  He smiled, teeth flashing white in the dark.  Daintily, she stepped up onto
the table and began to table dance for him.  And as she abandoned her
inhibitions, shaking her hips and thrusting out her chest for his pleasure, she
hoped once again that this time, maybe just maybe, if she was extra sexy, he
would pay Bernie the hundred dollars.  The hundred dollars that would give him
the right to use her  anyway he wanted  in the special bedroom upstairs in the
club.

"Dance, little Sissy, dance for your sugar daddy," he commanded, and she did
just that.

*************************
It was dark outside when Ben awoke with a start.  The old round wall clock's
hands pointed to four o'clock.  He had slept through most of the day!   How?
Was he ill?  He ought to get to the campus clinic, get looked at right away.  As
he rose, he checked the computer screen.  Programmer's habit, he shrugged.
Good thing he checked too, because Fristch wasn't getting his transmission.

ERROR WHILE DOWNLOADING
TRY DOWNLOAD FROM PREVIOUS ERROR?

He looked at the blue bar.  It had stretched all the way to the 97% point.  Almost
done.  He could wait the few minutes this would take, then get to the clinic.  Ben
wearily hit the enter key, hoping this would finish up this endless task.   As he
did, the screen went dark.  Great!  He hit the escape key, hoping to return to the
application.  But as he did, the color crazed fractals began their infinitely varying
dance.

*************************

"Activate VidSeq #3"  The command was caught and recorded by the digital
voice recognition box and obeyed by the computer, which initiated the last visual
transmission.

*************************

"There!  I don't think we'll do that again, will we, Sissy?" heasked confidently.

She had to stop shaking and respond.  "N no, Sir!  Never again!"  She remained
bent over, sobbing against the hard counter top, cheeks burning.

"Ah, but that's what you said last time, didn't you?  Why should I believe you
now?"

"I really, REALLY learned my lesson this time Sir, and I promise it won't
happen again!"

He rubbed her bare ass tenderly.  "Of course.  And what won't happen again?  I
want you to say it, so you understand just what a little strumpet you really are."

She gulped.  "I won't touch myself again, Sir."

"It's more than touching.  What won't you do again?"

She had stopped crying and her words were contrite, ashamed.  "I
won't...finger myself again  Sir."

He patted her ass.  "You know, as your master, I have every right to continue to
punish you.  Naughty maids like you NEED correction.  But I feel kindly today,
so I won't."

She sighed. He could be kind at times.  Not often but it happened.

He continued to fondle her backside, running his palms over the wide smooth
curves.  "You MAY finger yourself, Sissy, IF you FIRST ask PERMISSION.
Do you understand?"

She shook her head dutifully, her long wavy blonde hair bouncing in quick
agreement with this wise new rule.

"Then repeat it, so I know you understand."

She cleared her throat, then sweetly answered "I know that I may finger myself,
but only when you give me permission, Sir."

He patted her ass affectionately.  "Good little slut.  You have a tight ass, did you
know that Sissy?  Of course," he continued,  "you knew that.  That's why
you're always shaking it to turn your boss on.  Why even now you're turning
me on."

Sissy giggled.  She rocked her hips from side to side, spreading her legs wider.
Turning the Master on was better than anything else  better than doing her
household work, better than getting punished, better even than fingering herself.
She felt herself wetten between the legs.  Whenever the Master was ready, Sissy
was ready to accommodate him.

She heard him unzip his zipper, then his strong hands on her hips.  He forced
her forward, his cock tip rubbing against her steamy snatch.  Sissy wriggled her
hips, hoping to excite the long, thick visitor.  She dropped her hand between her
legs to spread the juice slicked lips of her smooth bare mound.  Make it easy for
him, she thought, as she offered the wet hole up for the Master's hard cock.

But the Master had another target.  Ignoring the hot wet pussy hole, the prick
rubbed up against the tighter orifice of her nether hole.  Sissy clenched her teeth
as she felt the unstoppable penetration fill her from behind.  It hurt so much, so
much, so much!  She felt her eyes tear under the harsh assault, but the Master
wasn't in the least interested in her suffering.

"Tight bitch!  This is all you're good for, you know that?  To be an open hole
for me to use  got that slut?  GOT THAT??!!"

 "Yes Sir!  Please, not so hard!" she begged.

He sneered as he drove home even harder.  "Keep your mouth shut, you stupid
slut.  You love it  don't tell me you don't!  You need this cock up that tight ass
of yours every so often to remind you of your place!  Ugh!  So tight!"

Sissy did need it and she knew that.  She could get uppity and forget her station
and that was bad.  The cock was splitting her in two!  There he goes again, she
thought as her master rammed her tight hole with thick male member.  It hurt,
but it was a good hurt, she knew, a hurt that she was lucky to feel.  Master could
have chosen any girl to be his personal maid but he had picked Sissy.  Being
used this way was a small price to pay for the privilege of serving him.  He was
the most desirable, brilliant man in the world and she was just a floozy like he
said all the time.  Ow!  His cock was sooo big in her now!

"Tell me you're a slut, Sissy!"

She quivered.  "I'm a slut, Master!"

"Who's slut, Sissy?"  His hands were pulling on her breasts now, milking them
fiercely as he continued to plug her ass.   She was getting so close now.  So
close.  He never failed to give her an orgasm, even when the sex hurt, when it
was degrading like  this.  "I'm YOUR slut, Master!"

"Then cum, you piece of trash.  Cum for your Master! Cum!"  And with that, he
exploded in her ass, filling her with his bolt of man juice.

She complied with his order, promptly heaving and gasping with an explosive
orgasm of her own, shaking in the grip of his hands and shaking in spasms.
Tears of joy fell from her face, even as she felt, in sublime depression, his limp
cock leave her ass.

He pushed off and out of her roughly.  "Now, let's get that pretty maid mouth to
work.  Down on your knees, girlie."

She wettened her lips and dropped to her fours.

********************

It was the ringing phone that brought Ben Stein back to consciousness.  His
eyes flashed over the clock.  Six o'clock!  he had spent the entire day at his desk
sleeping!

"Hullo?" he asked the receiver groggily.  The monitor prompt read
"Transmission Complete!"

"Ben!  I'm delighted I got you!  I received the source code and have been
evaluating it this afternoon!"  It was Fristch.

"Oh?  Good, I'm glad."  He shook off the wavy sleepiness.  "It took a lot longer
than I would have thought.  Anyway, I'm eager to hear what you think of it once
you've had a chance to review it."

The crisp arrogant voice mocked him.  "Review it?  I've already done that  and I
think I have the solution."

 "Already?"  Ben squelched the surprise in his voice  he knew how gratifying it
was to Fristch's ego.  "Oh, well, then I suppose you know why the hardware
can't keep up with the software speeds then, since you've reviewed it and all."
He allowed a small tinge of sarcasm to color the comment.

Fristch laughed good naturedly.  "Most assuredly, my boy.  Come over for a
glass of wine and we'll go over it."

Ben shrugged.  The day was shot anyway and he could wrap this all up at once.
"Fine.  I'll be over in twenty minutes."

********************

Fristch handed him a glass of fine Merlot as soon as he had taken off his jacket.
As always, the way Fristch found ecstasy in his discovery of knowledge was
oddly seductive.  It was what had  always drawn him to the secretive academic,
probably what attracted Amanda as well.  Ben wanted to know what this man
knew and he wanted to know without regard to pride.

"So, Doctor, what have you discovered?  What's the answer to the puzzle of
why my neural net routine won't work?"

Fristch shook a finger.  "First I must tell you what I have discovered about the
pieces of the puzzle before I put them together for you.  You were close," he
added admiringly, "very close.  In fact your routine is flawless  it can quite
adequately simulate a human personality."   He shrugged mischievously.
"Although I did take the liberty of adding a few enhancements," his shoulders
hunched in self congratulations," it is a basically sound program.  It converts
emotional stimuli into fuzzy logic patterns and could serve as a useful filter for
working with any computer."

"Could?  It will!" exclaimed Stein, pleased with this positive pronouncement.

Dr. Fristch nodded.  "But the problem is that at higher levels of sophistication,
your program can't work.  That is why your tests show failure.  It is a hardware
problem, as you said."

Stein slumped in the chair.  He had spent all day to hear confirmed what he
already knew.  He put the half drunk glass of wine down and rose.  "Thank you
Doctor.  I appreciate your efforts."

The older researcher waved him down.  "Please, have you that little faith in your
old teacher?  I have more  much more  to tell.  Finish your wine and listen."

Ben did so.  The wine was good, as his woozy growing head could testify.

"Now then, the hardware  yes,  it was impossible for current existing hardware
to run the program.  As you know, my studies have moved on from strictly
silicon based investigation, though."

"Your biology work, Doctor?" Ben asked curiously.  Where was Fristch going
with all this?

The graying doctor frowned.  "I have coined the phrase 'biomechanics' actually.
You see, the body is nothing more than an amazingly intricate piece of hardware.
Following it's design, one can create infinitely more interesting, more durable
hardware."

Ben nodded.  "Are you talking about robotics?"

"Not quite.  Let me show you something.  Can you stand? Ben rose to his feet.
The wine was gone, but the dizziness was a  reminder.  No more drinking for a
while.  He must be getting a  cold for alcohol to hit him this way.  As he
followed Fristch to  an upstairs laboratory, the professor continued.

"You see Ben, robotics can give you a wonderful replica of the human form, but
it is much like a fourth generation photograph or copy  it gives you the likeness,
but not the texture, the feel of the original.  That is where biomechanics comes
in."

The stairs were so steep.  It took all Ben's energy to raise his foot from one to
the other.  But Fristch was patient, stopping with you at each step on the way to
the closed door at the top of the landing.

"Funny thing is that I thought originally it would be possible to do what you're
doing in design theory.  Implant a personality into a living brain using silicon
based technology.  Utterly a failure  even if you hadn't stumbled into my lab that
night, I doubt I would have continued that line of research at the University."

Ben opened his mouth, but it was cotton dry.

Fristch kindly answered the unarticulated question.  "Oh, I know you gave the
Dean the tip  I had cameras to film my little experiment with that girl, Heidi?  It
has been so long.  Anyway, I don't hold it against you too much.  As I said the
experiment wasn't working out.  It was a stick mess to pull out all those
implanted chips though!"  He smiled in remembrance of that chore.  "Anyway,
the silicon theory was right, but the behavioral patterns weren't.  that's where
your work has proven such a boon!  Are you feeling all right?" he stopped and
asked solicitously.

Ben started to stumble, but the older man caught him.  He was surprisingly
strong for an older man, Ben thought nonsensically.

"Come on, my boy!  You've yet to hear my solution!  And you should, since it
was your contribution that made it possible!  You see, you wanted a software
fuzzy logic program that would simulate human thought, but you found your
hardware inadequate for the task.  I wanted to create a perfectly programmable
human being to assist me in my endeavors, but found my own software element
insufficient.  So you see?"

Ben wanted to scream, but he couldn't.  Fristch held him in what seemed an iron
grip.  They were standing outside the shut door.

"Sorry about the tranquilizer.  I think I may have dosed that wine with too much.
Rather powerful  you know they use it on the bigger lab specimens, like gorillas
and the like.  Anyway, the solution as I'm sure you've recognized is pure
genius, is the obvious  my biomechanical plus your programmable equals a first
in the marriage of hardware and software."  He opened the door What Ben saw
on the table made him try to scream, try to burn his  throat with anger and horror
and outrage.

"I call it wetware.  You like?  I know I will!  Sweet dreams Ben."  And the
doctor's inoculation sent him into a dreamless dark from which Ben Stein never
really ever awoke.

************************

He could feel the cold metal table underneath him.  His head was still a clash of
throbs and aches, but he was conscious.  The bright examination light above
made him blink.

"Up at last I see!"  It was the bright cheery voice of Dr. Fristch.

Ben felt a jolt rush through him.  Fristch!  Madman!  Something he had seen
before being like this!  He swung himself up unsteadily, but his arms brushed
up against an impediment.  He looked down.  It was a large pink breast,
complete with an inch long nipple, obviously aroused in the cold lab air.  He
was still clinically considering the misplaced breast when he realized it protruded
lewdly from his own chest.  He tried to yell, but a soprano shriek came out
instead.

He jumped off the table, instinctively covering his newly discovered pair of
breasts.  As he did, he felt a rush of the cold air between his legs and sensed
something was wrong there too.  There was.  Where a male member should
have hung, there was now the pink, blondish dewed cleft of a vagina!  He
looked up at Fristch in outrage!  Fristch had given him a sex change operation!

Fristch just smiled blandly at his creation.

"How could you do this to me?"  Stein demanded shrilly.  He hated this new
voice.  He let fly with his small right hand, feeling the long nails bite softly into
his palm.

But Fristch caught the hand easily  too easily.  He gently forced the hand back to
the naked breast from where it had come.  That shouldn't have been that easy for
him to do, Ben thought wildly.

"You aren't as physically capable as you used to be  you're weaker  and more
dainty, even for your size.  Sorry, but I couldn't take the chance you'd disobey.
I need to be able to enforce discipline without fear of retribution.  You're even
more sensitive to cold, touch, well...everything.  That way, you'll be less likely
to earn yourself a spanking or worse."  He continued to examine the female
body, then to prove his point, he reached out and pulled on one of the hidden
nipples.

Ben screeched, but couldn't pull the doctor's hands off.  Finally, when the pain
was white hot, he let go.

"Amazing!" Friscth muttered.  "Ah!  Well, this has worked out  well!  Come,
see your new self in the mirror!"  he forcibly led  Ben over to a mirror on the
wall.  Ben's eyes grew wide withutter disbelief.

The reflection bore no resemblance to his former self.  Theforced transformation
was an amazing feat in itself.  He could not guess at how Fristch had
manipulated his body the way he had. Hours ago, he had been 5' 8", 165
pounds, brown eyed, dark complexioned with black trimmed hair.  What looked
back at him was a 5' 4" blonde with wavy shoulder length hair weighing no
more than 110 pounds.  Fristch had even handled the 'natural' blonde fur down
below.  The blonde's body was that of a nubile centerfold model  Ben guessed
that the reflection's measurements were 34C 28 36.  The eyes were big, blue and
doe like, the red full lips at sharp contrast with the pale creamy white skin.  The
nose was small and upturned, the chin sculpted and pointy.  The girl was
perhaps twenty at most, a young Kim Bassinger.  There was no indication that
the inhibitor of the body was male.

"You won't get away with this," Ben sniped back.  He hated how petulant and
weak he sounded.  "I'll get a surgeon to reverse this.  If you could twist my
body into this, there's someone who can turn it right again."

Fristch shook his head.  "No, you can't.  Because I didn't do anything to your
body.  Why it's right over there!"  He pointed to a lump underneath a tarp.
"Take a last look  I'm dumping it down the refuse chute.  You know," his eyes
twinkled evily," it isn't safe to keep medical waste around for long!"

Ben ran to the lump, pulled back the tarp and shuddered.  Sanity hung in the
balance as Fristch explained in his patient, bored way.

"Yes, that's you  sort of."

He heaved the body into the open fiery chute, pushing the frantic nude girl
away.  Ben cried as he watched the body fall deeper down the chute, till it finally
disappeared into the furnace below.

"Bye, bye Ben Stein."  The scientist turned to the crouching, weeping girl.
"Hello Sissy."

The girl looked up, at once familiar with the name and confused by it.

Fristch patted her soft hair.  "I'll explain, cute stuff.  You see, the hard part of
the problem wasn't building the body I wanted.  This one has been built for a
while, ever since I mastered the essentials of biomechanics.  Don't worry  it's
fully functioning human body, with full senses, in a state ofcomplete health.
Underneath is a complex set of robotic motors,computers and optic connectors,
but you won't ever feel like a machine.  Even the hair will grow naturally.  By
the way, I want you to keep your pussy shaved.  Anyway, except for being
more sensitive, you're identical to a human girl of twenty four or so.  Of course,
building the body wouldn't accomplish what I wanted  a being with emotions
and thoughts.  That's where you came in.  As you discovered, which I did years
ago, you can't build a software routine that will replicate human thinking.  The
hardware you were looking for exists in only one form  the human brain.  Thus
wetware, as I mentioned earlier.

But, there was still the problem of control.  That's where your fuzzy logic came
into play.  You see, I need your emotions and thoughts, but I must form them
into the shape I want.  Like the parts that make up your artificial body, I had to
fashion your thoughts, hopes, dreams, and feelings.

So, I transmitted you memories of my creation  memories that would give you
the persona I desire.  You received those memories  while sending me your
routine.  Downloading your brain into the body was easy."  Fristch might have
been giving a symposium on the subject, so calm was he.

Ben looked up.  "What am I?  And why did you call me Sissy?"

Fristch smiled, lips thin as knives.  "Because I want you to remember a part of
you is male, even while you service me just like a two dollar whore.  Because
you betrayed me.  That's why your name is 'Sissy', bitch.  Because I think it's a
good little private joke  don't you?"

"So I'm an android now?" Ben asked, head in both hands crying.

"A cyborg technically, but let's call you my love doll  that's the best descriptor I
can think of."

Ben looked up, steely eyed.  "You can't make me!  I'll resist!  I'll escape when
you're not looking!  I won't make this easy for you!"

Fristch chuckled, shaking his head.  "Oh really?"  He unzipped his trouser fly
and pulled out his cock.  "Come kiss, Sissy.  Come on  be a good little bitch and
take my bone in your mouth!"  He snapped his fingers.

Ben felt his outrage dissolve into nothingness.  He dropped to his knees and
scampered forward, mouth open, tongue licking the lips to prepare them.  A
thrilling shudder told the captive brain that the body it now lived in was
completely and slavishly aroused.  Already there was a hungry wetness between
those long smooth legs As he approached, his wavy blonde tresses hanging
down in front  of his eyes, the cock was withdrawn.  Disappointment echoed
inside.  Looking up, the only thing seen was the mocking leer of  the older
scientist.

"Poor Sissy!"

He covered his bare chest and sat up.  Numbly the blonde cocked  her head and
gave the Doctor a kittenish look, unable to express  her disappointment in
words.

"You can't help it, Sissy.  I've fitted you with a voice recognition device that is
activated by certain intonations and words in my voice  and only MY voice.  You
can't disobey.  You may not like everything I do to you  I hope not, how boring
that would be.  But you will do everything I tell you.  That in conjunction with
your memory implants.  Let me show you, it will amaze you.  Sissy," he cleared
his throat, "where were you before I took you in?"

Comprehension spread over her pale, pretty face.  "I was a dancer."

Fristch sneered at this.  "What kind of dancer, Sissy?"

She hesitated.  "A table dancer, Sir," she admitted shamefully.

"And before that?"

"I uh, ran away from home, Sir."  Her voice was small now.

"Why?"

Tears filled her eyes.  "My stepfather was raping me."  She covered her chest,
shivering.

"Because you were turning him on, right Sissy?" Fristch pushed.

She shook her head helplessly.  "I guess so, Sir."

"So you deserved it, didn't you?  Deserved to be treated like a hot little tramp,
that is," he demanded severely.

She sobbed, clutching her knees in a fetal position.  "Yes, Sir, I did!  I did
deserve it!  I DO deserve it!  Oh, I'm so confused!"

The older man patted her on her fluffy mane.  "Poor child!  Well, I guess you're
a very lucky girl to find someone willing to take you in, aren't you?"

Sissy nodded.  She was ever so lucky, Ben thought.  She could have wound up
as a drug addict or a

Prostitute.  That's right, Sissy.  I know just what's going onin that empty head
of yours."  He shrugged ironically.  "After all, I put it there!  So, you'll be a
perfectly good little maid for me, won't you?"

Sissy looked up.  Ben's mind was a powerless spectator, a parallel observer of
this spectacle.  As Sissy nodded sweetly to her boss the Doctor, her nipples erect
in the cold air of the lab, Ben felt a wave of nauseous shame roll over his pride.
He had to ask why.  Breaking through the layers of submissively programmed
behavior was suprisingly easy.

"Why?"  The voice was Sissy's  high pitched and Betty Boopish  but the
question was Ben's.

The Doctor answered, not in the patronizing tone he had used earlier, but with
stridency.  "Because I can.  Because there is no reason why a mind such as mine
should be hampered by the foolish, time wasting search for bodily pleasure."
His intelligent eyes darkened and narrowed.  "No more experiments with pretty
nitwits like Heidi.  I have found my perfect companion  built specifically to my
requirements and needs."  Fristch clamped his hand roughly on Sissy's breasts,
pushing her small hands away.

"This body is mine  perfect and timeless.  You won't grow old.  These breasts
won't sag, your vagina will remain tight as a drum   as will your ass.  No
wrinkles will mar your pretty face.  You'll feel every caress bring you to a
higher state of ecstasy, every spank feel like ten.

And your mind will remain sharp and practiced, because in addition to your
maid's and other duties," he smiled widely, "you will serve as my lab assistant.
Because Ben, you were my most promising student and I have need of a good
mind to help me win my Nobel prize."

The thought caused Sissy to gasp in horror.

Fristch toyed with the nipple, never looking up.  "Yes, I will win a Nobel with
your help  only my just reward.  And you will serve as my private little whore
when we're not working.  If you haven't noticed already, your conscious mind
is not affected  it is the memories and emotions which I've harnessed your mind
with.  So you'll be the ideal companion for a middle aged scientist like me  a
blonde bimbo who loves to suck my cock in the morning and do differential
equations in the afternoon!  Hot, sensual flesh ruled by silicon and artificial
logic.  And I have you to thank for all of it Ben  if it hadn't been for your work,
I shouldn't be able to do any of this!"

Sissy remained still as she/he considered this.  Even so, Fristch's fondling was
causing him/her to grow wet between the legs. Fristch yanked Sissy up.
"Come, girl.  It's time I acquainted you with your new lingerie collection.  I've
been looking forward to a private modeling show for some time.  I'm sure your
old dancing moves will be quite amusing when we get that firm, young biddy of
yours into some of the skimpy little items I've bought for you!"

Despite the enormity of everything that had happened, Sissy could only think of
one thing  what would happen when her modeling show for the Doctor was
over.  She tingled with that combination of fear and longing she had always felt
since she was a teenager.  And when Fristch cupped his hand on her round
cupcake rear cheek, he could feel the slick trickling from between the legs.

********************

Amanda Crossways's thumb remained on the doorbell for thirty seconds before
she finally heard a pattering behind the door.  A lock's knob was turned and
dead bolt pulled back, but the door swung opened only a few inches.  Two
young blue eyes flashed suspiciously out at her over the chain.

"Yes?"  A girl, perhaps twenty, and suspicious.

"Doctor Fristch, please."

"Do you have an appointment, Ma'am?"  The last word was pulled out
grudgingly.

"Look, just tell him I'm here.  He'll see me."

A haughty, full lipped smile now.  "Not without an appointment, Ma'am!"  She
started to push the door shut, but Amanda went right back to the doorbell.

"Please leave!  The Doctor is very busy with his work!"  The girl protested
protectively.

"Tell him Amanda, make that Doctor  Crossways is here to see him in regard to
Ben Stein."

The eyes batted back at her nervously.  A moment's hesitation, then a small nod.
"One minute please."

Does she know something? Amanda wondered briefly, then the door chain was
removed, allowing her entry into the Fritsch's combination brownstone and
laboratory.  The blonde gestured her to enter.  Now that Amanda could see her,
she wondered if her timing was right after all.  The girl, a pretty thing, was
nervous and dressed in a white lab coat that fell barely below her hips  and white
five inch high heels.  As Amanda followed her, she was almost certain that the
lab coat didn't hide a shorter miniskirt.

Fristch welcomed her with a polite, curious smile.  "Amanda!  So  nice to see
you!  I hear so much about your work in biochemistry!   Please sit!"

Amanda took a seat.

"A drink?" Fristch asked, all hospitality.  You'd never know he  was a goddamn
pervert, Amanda brooded.  She hated being herealready.  She nodded, accepting
a glass of wine.

Fristch snapped his fingers.  "A glass of the Bordeaux, Sissy, for our guest."
Sissy obediently spun around.  "My lab assistant," he explained.  Amanda noted
the exaggerated swing of the girl's hips as she sauntered out of the room.

"You have your lab assistant fetch drinks, Doctor?  Really!  I would think you
put your help to better uses than that!" Amanda chided him.

The scientist smiled.  "Oh, I do, Amanda  I do."  The inference was so obvious,
she was not meant to miss it.

The girl, Sissy, returned with the wine glass, handing it to Amanda.  As she
bent down, Amanda could see that underneath the lab coat, Sissy wore a white
lace push up bra  and nothing else.  Fristch patted his knee and Amanda watched
uncomfortably as the girl pranced gleefully, taking his knee as her seat and
bowing her head.

"Why are you looking at Sissy, Amanda?  DO you find her attractive?" Fristch
queried innocently.

"If you're implying I'm a lesbian Doctor, your sense of humor doesn't match
your reputed genius.  No," she continued acidly, "what I'm watching is a silly
sexist who has obviously hired a live in prostitute.  I'm disappointed, Doctor.
Couldn't you do a little better?  I mean paying for it?"  She sipped her wine,
returning his amused grin evenly.  The guy was weird.  Very weird.

Sissy crossed her legs and Amanda could see a small flash of white lace panty.
He's got her in a thong for God's sakes!

"Oh, Sissy isn't paid  and she isn't a prostitute, though she could make her way
in the world as one with this body.  I mean, she's so busty and all."  Sissy
simpered in joy at the compliment, heaving her bosom up.

Amanda blushed.  Her breasts had always been small and she often wondered
how many men she might have attracted had they been larger.  She felt stupid
about it  with an IQ of 165, she was worried about her breast size.  And Fritsch
knew it  was baiting her about it.  She downed a hot swallow of the red
Bordeaux.

"Sure, Doctor.  Whatever.  I'm sure your bimbo there is a  proverbial rocket
scientist, right?"

Fritsch stroked Sissy's thigh, pushing the lab coat high on her leg.  It was now
obvious that she wore a thong panty at most.

"Well, she IS a bimbo, but Sissy is a smart little girl.   Sissy," he turned to the
girl, "what is the relationship between Metzen's Fourth Law of Implied Logic
and the speed of the enhanced Alpha chip?"

Sissy batted her long lashes.  "The law explains how the chip is able to
accommodate a billion plus instruction set, Doctor.  It is the basis of the current
development of 4GLs and a re examination of bubble memory technology, once
abandoned in the seventies."

Amanda was struck at the lucidity of the answer and the lispy, breathy way in
which it was given.  Like a call girl with a PhD.  She squirmed uncomfortably at
the thought and as she did, she felt an long object in the folds of the chair
cushion.  She reached down and was even more outraged at what she found.  It
was a pink eight inch vibrator!

"Sissy!" Fristch boomed.  The girl jumped off her perch on his lap.  "How
many times have I told you to put your toys away when you're done playing
with them?"

Sissy pursed her lips contritely, blushing a deep burgundy.  "I'm sorry Doctor."

"I'm so embarrassed, Amanda.  My apologies  you know good help is SO hard
to find.  Sissy, go put your plaything in your toy box and come right back so we
can take care of this!"  Sissy obeyed, taking the offending vibrator from a
disgusted Dr. Amanda Crossways and disappeared.

"What are you going to do, Doctor?" Amanda asked, fascinated despite her
outrage.

"Punish her, of course," Fritch answered smoothly.  "I can't let her get away
with this nonsense."

Sissy returned, playing with the hem of her lab coat anxiously.  Fristch
addressed her sternly.

"You've embarrassed me, Sissy, in front of Dr. Crossways.  I'm most upset.
Do you agree with me that you deserve to be punished?"

"Yes, Doctor," she answered pathetically.

"And how many paddles do you think this indiscretion deserves, missy?"
Amanda winced at the last.  "You're going to SPANK her?  Are you  for real?"

Fristch didn't answer.  "How many?" he repeated.

"Five?" Sissy begged hopefully.

He shook his head.  "Ten I think is more appropriate, though for  our guest, we
will keep your panties on."  He shifted his knee  and already trembling, Sissy
obediently draped herself over it,  pulling up her lab coat to reveal a tiny white
lace thong, which  barely covered the bulbed cleft between the long pale legs.

Amanda watched in a silent cloud of sympathy, anger, frustration as she
watched the near nude girl get spanked by Fritsch.  I have to remember why I'm
here, she told herself.  Ignore this for now, help her later.  I have to find out
what happened to Ben.  At last, the sniffling blonde was allowed to rise to her
high heeled feet.

Fristch gave her a last swat on the rump.  "Now get that pretty butt of yours in
the kitchen and start my dinner, Sissy!"  The girl minced quickly and gratefully
out of the room.

"Now, where were we?"

Keep control.  He's taunting you.  Why, I don't know, but he is.    "I came to
ask what you know about the disappearance of Ben Stein, Dr. Fristch."

"Missing?  I had no idea! I had heard he left MIT, but missing?"  Fristch loved
knowing that Sissy's spanking had nettled this uppity girl.  He knew she was a
feminist, which was why he had staged the whole thing.  Especially this one.
She was bright, but her insufferably superior attitude was exactly why he had
refused to let her become his assistant at the university.  He despised feminists
they had made a mess of academic research.  Poor Sissy probably even thought
she had left her vibrator in the seat, even though he had done it himself.

She shook her head at this.  "Doctor, he wouldn't leave without saying
something to someone.  His apartment is cleaned out and his office and lab is
empty.  The Dean says "

"The Dean said he was unreliable and a prima donna  happy to be rid of him, I
heard," Fristch informed her.

She shook her head again.  "No, no!  He was so involved in his work  he
wouldn't have just left.  Anyway, I know he spoke to you a while back and,
since it was right before he disappeared, I thought he might have said
something."  Why was he so jumpy now?

"Did I speak to him?  Why would you think that?" Fristch asked carefully
Amanda handed him the printed e mail from Ben.  "See?  So what  did he say?"

Fritsch straightened the press of his trousers.  "Oh, I couldn't say, really.   It
was a few weeks ago."  He rose, the discussion closed.

She rose jerkily, still confused.  "Well, if you think of anything "

"Yes, yes.  I'll get your coat, since Sissy's fixing dinner."  He brusquely passed
by her.  "I think she put it upstairs."

As soon as he was out of sight, Amanda tiptoed into the kitchen.  The blonde
was busily preparing the nightly meal.  She looked up cluelessly.

"Yes, Ma'am?"  Ever helpful, ever subservient.  She had changed from her lab
coat into a skimpy maid's outfit, a black taffeta and white lace thing which
looked more like a bedroom garment than a utilitarian outfit.

"Look," Amanda blurted quickly, "I don't know what this," she pointed at the
tiny skirt and tight bodice, "is all about, but it isn't worth it.  Come with me,
here's my card  call me.  We'll figure out a way to get you on your feet.  No
woman deserves to be treated this way, like some" she spat disgustedly, "love
doll or something.  I have to go, because he's coming back, but call me!"
Without another look, Amanda left, meeting Fristch at the door.

"Saying good-bye to Sissy?" he asked curiously.

She nodded, too affably.  "Yes, yes I was.  If you think of anything, will you "

"I will.  Good-bye."  Fristch closed the door, watching her figure as it merged
with the darkness outside.  Pretty bitch, but flat chested and too uppity.  She
needs to be put in her place, he considered.  Needs to learn why girls belong in
pretty things in soft beds waiting to give pleasure, NOT in universities getting
tenure.  Not when men like he, geniuses, were turned out in disgrace.

He was rolling this thought over in his head as he sat down in his chair in the
dining room.  Sissy served him silently, not even speaking when he slipped two
of his fingers into her slick shaved pussy, pumping her gently.

Sissy gritted her perfect white teeth, moaning as she felt the fingers squeeze
against the tight cling of her hairless lips.

"Sissy, did you know that you had a sister?" Fristch informed her.  He
withdrew the fingers, holding them in the air.  She fell'' to her white stockinged
knees and took the fingers in her mouth,  tasting her juices as she wrapped her
tongue about the wetdigits.

"After you're done, do fetch me the phone, Sissy."

*******************

Amanda grimly walked up to Fristch's brownstone door.  He hadcome across
some interesting information he said, regarding Ben. Could she come over on
the Sunday before the semester began? That was all, the e mail had said.  She
had a great deal of preparation to do for the intro biology class she was teaching
beginning Wednesday.  But she still had a lingering affection for Ben and if she
could find out where he might have run off to, it was worth the effort...even of
dealing with the loathsome Fristch.

Her last encounter with him had been so odd that she had been positively
embarrassed to tell anyone about it.  Not that she had really seen anyone on
campus over the Break.  The university had been deserted.  Like Fristch's
neighborhood now.  She knocked on the door.

Sissy opened the door wide this time, smiling at her happily.

"Hello Amanda!  It's so nice to see you!  Please come in.  The Doctor is
expecting you."  This last statement was offered with such sexy intimations that
Amanda shivered.  Although she shivered as much at Sissy's appearance.

Fristch had known Amanda was coming over.  Was he so disrespectful to both
she and this poor bimbo that he had had Sissy dress this way?  Was he that
uninterested in any vestige of propriety?  The lab coat that the nubile young
blonde assistant had worn before would have been preferable to this get up.  The
buxom blonde wore a black lace teddy that left little to the proverbial
imagination.  It stretched tightly over her large breasts supported only by two
thin spaghetti shoulder straps.  The thin lace betrayed two fully erect nipples
underneath and continued to hug her torso till finally creeping between her legs.
The vulva mound tightly bunched against the ever disappearing triangle of the
crotch and Amanda winced at the thought of the tight shave needed to keep that
bikini line hairless.  Sissy was made up whorishly just as before  thick red
lipstick, plucked eyebrows, rouge brightening the pale cheeks.  Around her
neck, Sissy wore a black velvet choker, though it looked more like a dog collar
to Amanda.  Her legs were bare but she wore a pair of black stilettos that defied
gravity.  It struck her now how much Sissy looked like that actress Kim
Bassinger.

"Uh, look  before I see your, uh, boss, have you given my offer any thought?"

Sissy looked quizzically at her.

"You know, the last time I was here?  We talked about getting you  out of here,
into a real job  one that will let you dress in  regular clothes, not like...that."
Amanda was frustrated at  Sissy's continued, polite silence.

"You don't have to live like this, Sissy!  You're able to doanything, be anything
you want!  Why do you let him humiliate youthis way?  You don't deserve to be
treated like this!  Answer me, damn you!"

If nothing else, Amanda's tirade made Sissy loose the "good little girl" smile.
The blonde looked down, ashamed.

"You don't understand, and I can't explain it to you," she said softly.  "I wish I
could  really I do!  But he does things to you  oh, but I can't explain!"  Sissy's
features grew close in helplessness.

Amanda took her forearm tenderly.  "You don't deserve this, Sissy!"

Sissy looked up sadly.  "But I do, Amanda, I do.  I'm just a stupid little bimbo.
If it weren't for the Doctor, I'd still be... and when I grew up, I..."

"Sissy?!  Did I hear the doorbell?"  Fristch bellowed from upstairs in the lab.

"I have to take you to him now, Amanda.  I'm sorry."  And Amanda followed
the girl wearily up the stairs to the lab.

Fristch was there, hunched over his lab table.  He looked up, recovering the
large object on the table.  "Thank you for coming!  Please come in!  Can I have
Sissy serve you a drink?"

Amanda shook her head.  "No.  Just tell me what you know about Ben.  Now."

Fristch was perturbed at this rudeness.  "Sissy, two glasses of the Merlot.
Now, Amanda, I'll I ask is a bit of civility.  I know you don't approve of that "
he pointed at Sissy's swiveling rear as she left the room, "but remember, you
asked for my help, not the other way around."

Amanda softened.  "O.k."  She took the glass Sissy reappeared with.  "I'm
sorry.  Tell me what you know."

Fristch made a steeple of his index fingers, touching the tip to his pursed dry
lips.  "Well, it is rather embarrassing  to Ben that is."

"Go on, please.  Fristch had seated himself and Sissy had positioned her at his
feet, resting on her knees with hands folded in her lap.  She  looked shyly at
Amanda.

"Well, you see, Ben once told me he had rather out there  fantasies...of a sexual
nature."  He sipped his wine, giving her  a disapproving look over the rim of the
glass.

Amanda was surprised, too shocked at the charge to dispute it.   "Really?  He
never seemed that kinky to me!"

Sissy giggled playfully.

The scientist nodded regretfully.  "I'm afraid he was, how would you say, 'out
there?'  His kink as you put it was quite strange indeed!"

Amanda couldn't contain her purient curiosity.  "What, Dr. Fristch?  What was
he into?"

"Lesbian bondage."  The raised eyebrows of the former middle aged  professor
let Amanda know just what he thought of this particular deviation.  Almost
theatrically so.  The professor does protest too much methinks, Amanda
thought.

"Really?"

The scientist nodded.  "Oh yes.  Ben confided in me that the thing that nothing
aroused him more than the sight of two lovelies in their pretties obeying his
every order, even while he commanded them to...do things to each other.
Really vile things."  The older man sipped his wine, contemplating the unsaid
acts.

Amanda was startled at this.  "Ben brought this up?  It doesn't sound like him.
In fact I can't believe he would ever treat women that way."

Fritsch nodded gravely.  "Oh, I was surprised too.  But he kept painting the
picture for me.  Details, you know.  Not that I asked for any of them.  And then
he disappeared shortly after."

"What kind of details?" Amanda pressed.  As little as she wanted this peek into
Ben's head, she had to know all.

Fristch looked over his half rims.  "Well, he said that he had a special yen for a
mixed pair  a dark haired one and a blonde.  He said that he would alternate
which would be mistress and which would be slavegirl.  Of course, he would be
master of both.  He mentioned an actress which he was most desirous of...or
perhaps a model I think."

Amanda jumped on the detail.  A clue perhaps.  "Can you remember?  It might
be important. Fristch rubbed his chin in thought.  "Who is that pretty  covergirl
that is married to that actor...hmmm"

"Cindy Crawford?  He had the hots for Cindy Crawford, right?"

He nodded.  "That's it.  A pretty thing, don't you think? Anyway, he thought
she would make a marvelous plaything.  He saidhe would do awful things to a
girl like that if she didn't obey.  Very anti feminist, I must say."

"And the blonde?  What look did he say he liked in the blonde?"  This was so
weird.  Ben with two sex slaves?

"Kim Bassey or something."

"Bassinger?"

"Right.  He said he wanted to collect a pair like that and he would train him, he
said, with, oh goodness, he said whips and riding crops.  Lurid stuff.  I
couldn't believe that my former protege would be so depraved.  He specifically
wanted a pair of sisters to act out this fantasy!"

There it was again, that almost cartoonish admonishment.  "Well, I guess
anyone is capable of it, even Ben.  Lesbian bondage  well I suppose he could
have gone off the deep end."  Her tone said otherwise though.  "This wine is
very good.  But let's say Ben has this strange interest  why would he confide in
you with something so odd?"

Fristch smiled.  "He had to.  Before he left, he asked me to keep something for
him."

Amanda's eyes lit up.  "What?  Did it have something to do with this?"

Fristch stood up.   "Come.  I'll show you."

Amanda rose unsteadily.  "That wine of yours is potent stuff!"

Fristch took her upper arm, keeping her from falling.  "Here, let me help."  He
led her over to a table, which bore a long object covered by a sheet.  "This is
what he left."  Fristch dramatically pulled back the sheet.

Amanda looked down.  It was Cindy Crawford!  The long, leggy model looked
up dully at her, her naked body perfectly still.

"Is she...dead?" Amanda gasped.

Fristch shook his head.  "No.  In fact she was never alive.  But she will be
soon.  Do you think she's sweet?  Look at those wonderful tits!"

Amanda looked at him, but he kept shifting, his outline fuzzy and blurring.
Fristch was yelling at her now.

"I asked you a question! Do you find your new body sexy?  Answer me!"

But Amanda never did answer the question.  She opened her mouth  to scream,
then descended into a deep coma like sleep.

*********************

Fristch had been watching the two girls cuddle for an hour now, comfortably
reclined in a stuffed leather arm chair in the study of his Cambridge brownstone.
The hour before, Fristch had bid the two girls to touch nipple to nipple only and
no closer.  He had watched the two beauties look deeply into one another's eyes
as they rubbed their bullety nipples against one another.  Their hands remained
securely locked behind their backs in handcuffs and they knelt facing each other
on a blanket spread in front of the fire.  The two were naked except for the
chastity belt each wore as a matter of course.

From time to time, one would look up at him longingly, silently pleading to be
let loose.  Fristch ignored it, though he knew the two hours of tortured lesbian
foreplay was driving each of the girls mad with frustration.  He loved forcing the
two girls through this slow march to orgasm and during the weekends it would
go on for hours and hours until Fristch deigned to allow them to climax  either
delivering the release himself, or watching the two pretties please each other.  Of
course, Fristch only allowed such pleasure if the two girls had performed to his
satisfaction.  And he was so, so demanding.

He rose from his seat.  Sissy, the blonde, looked up hopefully, then returned to
her task of nipple fencing.  He unlocked her cuffs first, and the small red wrists
were freed.  Sissy moaned softly, but kept her hands behind her back.  Good,
she's learning so well, thought Fristch.  Then he looked at his key chain.  There
were four keys, each marked "0", "1", "2" and "3."  He took the "1" key and
fitted it into the small keyhole in the chastity belt lock, fitted between Sissy's
kneeling legs.  The snap of the lock opening, then the small hole in the leather
crotch revealing Sissy's pink smooth feminine offering.

He took the key and similarly unlocked the cuffs on Prissy, the newer of the two
slave girls.  Prissy was still jumpy and in need of more training, but Fristch had
never regretted acquiring her.  She was a wonderful specimen, both physically
and mentally.  He slipped the key into her chastity belt and opened the tiny portal
to her sex.  Fristch had fitted each girl with the "1" belt this day, the number
indicating the number of digits which the opening would accommodate.

He reseated himself eagerly.  He had fitted each bitch with  chastity belts for the
last two days, forbidding naughtybehavior, and it had been miserable for them.
Their poor smoothpussies had been throbbing with desire for 48 hours and
Fristch couldn't wait to allow them a small taste of ecstasy.

"Prissy!"

The long brown haired beauty looked up anxiously.

"Lick your middle finger.  Give it a blow job.  Pretend it's my cock in your
mouth."

Prissy brought her right hand to her large generous mouth, taking the digit
obediently and sucking it.  Her brown eyes blinked and closed and she deep
throated the lucky finger.  Fristch watched approvingly as the girl's cheeks
hollowed out and her tongue wildly thrashed against the intrusive digit.  If she
had paid one iota less of loving tribute, he would have whipped her  and she
knew it.

"Now  STOP!"

Prissy obeyed, waiting.

"Now give it to your pretty sister Sissy.  In her pussy."

Prissy positioned her finger between Sissy's legs.  The blonde moaned as the
digit carefully navigated the tight, tiny portal of the chastity belt, finding soft
warm purchase in her slave sister's girlish cleft.  Sissy smiled limply as she felt
the finger fill her.

"Now tell your sister how you feel about her."

Prissy smiled.  Looking deeply into the blonde's eyes, she said "I love you
Sissy."  The gleam in the blonde slave's blue eyes said the same.

"Now finger the little whore.  Fuck your slut sister good, Prissy."

And Amanda Crossways, now Prissy, proceeded to furiously finger her sister
and lesbian lover.  Ben Stein, now and forever Sissy, accepted the finger loving
gratefully, bucking up as much as she might to take the long shaft of the finger
within her too tight pussy.  Both of their IQs together added up to well over
three hundred, but it was their naked glistening bodies that fascinated Dr. Fristch
now.

Beads of sweat dripped from Sissy's big blonde curls and forehead.  Her red
lips were curled into a twisted smile, her eyes blinking furiously as they watched
her slave sister's finger disappear into the leather crotch harness down below.
She was hungry, starving for release that Prissy might bring, and Sissy's mind
was empty except for the hope of that release.

Well, not entirely empty.  There was always the part of Sissy's mind that waited
slave like until it was called out by Dr. Fristch  the part that did the amazing
interesting things that Sissy couldn't begin to fathom.  But like a genie waiting
for its master to rub the magic lamp, only Dr. Fristch could draw forth that part
of Sissy's brain, the part called Ben.

The part called Ben was always there, but it didn't have much to do with the way
Sissy acted.  It argued with her, but it always lost because the thing he said was
so dumb. Ben said she was really a boy, a man actually that worked on
computers!  Imagine!  With this body that the Doctor loved to use so much,
plush and easy to his touch...no, she WASN'T a boy.  Sissy knew exactly what
she was...a "dime a dozen" table dancer that had been lucky enough to be taken
in by Dr. Fristch as his personal girl.  And she didn't work on computers...she
worked on her back.  She looked at her pretty sister and winked, thankful to her
for pleasuring her.

Prissy caught the naughty wink and wanted to hug her blonde sister hotly.  But
the Doctor didn't permit such unauthorized affection.  She too had another part
of her consciousness called Amanda.  It told her that she was a professor a some
big college.  Right!  Like she hadn't been a drug dealer since she was thirteen.
Like they let you be a professor when you had been in reformatories and jails
since you were fourteen.  That was where Prissy had learned to make the older,
tougher girl prisoners happy.  And when she had been let out, that was how she
had become a lesbian prostitute.  And if she hadn't been picked up by the cops,
she'd still be doing that.

But the judge was ready to stop it.  She had a long record, and the 'three strikes
you're out' law meant she'd be put on ice for a long, long time.  If it hadn't been
for the Doctor.  She remembered how he had spoken to the judge and gotten her
released to his custody.  The judge made clear her status:  cross the Doctor and
she would be coming back for a long stay in the Women's Correctional Institute.

The Doctor had explained to her that Sissy had told him about her plight and he
was happy to help her out.  Prissy hadn't seen her sister in years, but couldn't
help remember getting wet watching their stepfather rape her while she hid in the
closet.  She was so cute, so sexy and soft.  Their embrace was so hot that the
Doctor had started their training right then and there.  And ever since, the two
had been lovers.  It was worth it to submit to the Doctor's sexual kinks, as long
as Prissy was allowed to play with Sissy this way.  Not that it made any
difference...one word from the Doctor and her butt would be back in jail
slurping up to the head girl in the cell block.  Too bad Amanda the 'professor'
that howled so often in the back of her head couldn't come up with a solution to
her situation.  She and her sister Sissy were practically slaves to the Doctor.

"Now, Sissy, I think you may reciprocate your slutty sister's  affections.  Go on
and prepare YOUR finger."

Sissy couldn't help herself and giggled before jamming her middle finger down
in her mouth and deep throating it.  She hadn't liked lesbianism at first, but
under her sister's loving care and the Doctor's wicked riding crop, she had
learned very quickly to enjoy it.  She sucked her finger torridly, swinging her
hair even as Prissy continued to finger pump her.  Finally the Doctor ordered her
to return the favor.  Prissy's eyes opened up in warm gratitude and the two, face
to face now, began to pleasure each other in earnest.

The Doctor nodded, satisfied with the girls' performance.  With an
uncharacteristic patience, he let them go on for another five minutes, then
clapped his hands loudly.  The two girls looked up, their gorgeous faces flushed
with lesbian heat.

"Stop."

Frustration, stifled anger and resentment.  The two girls were clearly not happy
with their doctor's order, but they dared not disobey.  Their fingers stopped their
slippery penetrations in mid motion.

"Withdraw."

Two sighs.  Wet sparkling fingers left warm hiding holes.

"Clean yourselves up, sluts."

The girls obeyed, tasting each other's creamy creations, licking fingers like they
were coated with sugar.  After much loud, self satisfied smackings, they
dropped their dried fingers and waited for the doctor's next whim.

"How darling.  Now," he snapped his fingers, "heel bitches, heel!"

The two girls walked on their knees before the seated man, who was ready with
his set of keys.

"Turn around."

The sisters pivoted, backs to their master.  Fristch gently pressed his foot into
the back of each girl, forcing them down, with ass in the air.  He considered the
two proffered rumps, naked but for the leather chastity belt that imprisoned their
sexes.  He bent over, inserted a key into the chastity belt on the blonde sister,
then the brown haired one.  He noticed their thighs jiggle and hips shake gently
in excitement as pulled the belts off.  Two asses waited for him to pick...which
would he prefer?  the girls had to be wondering.

He let them wait for him to choose.  The uppity brown haired bitch  was taking
to her training well.  Prissy was a wonderful little  maid.  Despite her dyke
leanings, she had learned to give head  especially well.  Sissy bothered him
though.  Despite being the  more bimbo ish of the two, she had been so hesitant,
so skittish.   He knew she hated him to use her from behind.  Probably vestigial
masculine feelings.  Had to be dealt with, just had to be.

He rose from his sat, the girls remaining prostrate, eyes warily viewing him
from the floor.  Fristch pulled a long object out of the "toy chest."  As he passed
by, he dropped it next to Prissy.

"Put it on," he casually instructed.

Prissy excitedly slipped the belts and fasteners of the object around her wasp
waist.  Sissy couldn't see what it was, since the Doctor had forced her head
down with his slippered foot.  Finally he let up.  "Turn around Sissy."

Sissy obeyed, her sexy sister still out of her range of sight.  She remained
prostrate, but now she faced her master's feet.  He bent down and patted her
head like a puppy.

"Prissy, she's all yours.  Do her well.  Let her know that Big Sister loves Little
Sister's tight little puss box!"  Sissy felt her sister's hands dig into her plump
hips and stab dagger like the strap on dildo into her soft woman ness.  Sissy
screeched, but Prissy had her orders.  The older girl plunged the rubber ram
deeper into the bent over younger blonde, forcing the dildo deep into the helpless
girl.

"No reason to put that mouth to waste, is there?" the Doctor said.

Miserably, she shook her head and lowered her wet lips on the cock that
emerged from the folds of his robe.  As she took it, and the fake cock from
behind, the Doctor ran his hands through her yellow hair, occasionally yanking
it as she drew her mouth too far from her proper idol of worship.

"Prissy, you're really giving it to Little Sister here.  Pretty whore loves cocks,
so I'll have to let you do this to her quite often.  Still think you're a boy, Ben
Stein?"

Sissy shook her head, soundless shouting "no, not anymore, please, it hurts!"
But the cry was muffled by a stiff male member and no one heard it.  She knew
that her stubbornness would get her in trouble!  She continued to gobble the
cock and buck her hips against big sister Prissy as she continued to use her from
behind.

"And the great Amanda Crossways  just a horny little lipstick lezzie, right
Prissy?"

The Cindy Crawford look alike nodded sweetly for her owner as she drove the
stiff artificial dick into her former boyfriend. Fristch enjoyed the spectacle for a
few more minutes.  But even as he came into Sissy's mouth and Sissy herself
was nearing orgasm, he decided to switch positions with Prissy.  Variety was
the spice of life.

*************************

Six months later.

Old Fristch has done well for himself, thought the Dean as he admired the
Louisburg Square townhouse.  Haven't we come up in the world!  He took the
huge brass lion's jaw door knocker and let it fall.  He preferred using the ornate
door knocker to the modern doorbell.

A maid answered, a pretty dark haired girl dressed in the traditional maid's
uniform favored by the wealthy.

"Dean Synster to see Doctor Fristch, please."

"Of course, Sir.  The Doctor is expecting you.  Please follow me."  The shapely
creature pivoted smartly on her black stiletto heels and minced into the halls of
the great home.  The Dean was an older man, well into his late sixties, but he
had an eye for female beauty.  This girl was an absolute charm to watch and his
eyes followed the fulsome, tightly packed hips as they swung from side to side.

"Please sit, Sir.  May I fetch you a libation?" she asked humbly, expectantly.
She had bent over, her cleavage spilling out ever so teasingly from the top of her
taffeta.  She was exquisite, so respectful!  And so old fashioned  a libation?  He
smiled, shaking his head.

"Nothing my dear.  Just let the Doctor know I'm here."

"I'll let my master know you're here, Sir.  Right away Sir."  She smiled,
curtsied and spinning around delicately, went to announce him to Frictsh.

The Dean was amazed.  The girl was so pretty, so seductive, so...obedient.
Fristch was a lucky man. Finding a female who wasn't offended by such a
domestic role was difficult.  What with all the foolish feminist nonsense that
flowed like sewage on his own campus, well...  The politically correct garbage
that polluted the country's academic institutions made such pleasant
anachronisms as a uniformed maid an impossibility!  And he was sure as he
watched her firm figure disappear, that the maid was dressed fully to the
part...down to the tiny garter belt that peeked out from underneath her tiny black
taffeta skirt.

"Dean!"  Fristch looked well.  Instead of his famed rumpled  tweed, he wore an
Armani suit of pressed wool. He had a tan as  well.

"Doctor!  Thank you for seeing me."  He smiled unctuously.  Their last meeting
had not been so cordial.  He hoped the world's newest Nobel prize winner
would forget the factors surrounding that meeting.

"My pleasure!  Please, sit down.  And thank you for seeing me."  He looked
around in annoyance.  "I see you don't have a drink.  Prissy!  Come here!"

Prissy the maid pranced back in, with a worried frown.  "Master?"

"Why haven't you brought the Dean a drink?"  And before she could answer, he
yanked up her short taffeta skirt.  The Dean had been correct as her garter belt
was revealed, as well as her black lace panties.  The girl covered her face with
both hands and the middle aged scientist gave her a quick succession of hard,
hard swats on the seat of her skimpy panties.

The Dean nervously cleared his throat and Fristch looked up.  "I told her I didn't
want anything, Dr. Fristch.  She did ask."

Fristch nodded in disappointment, dropping the skirt.  "Well, she probably has
done something, I assure you Dean.  She's incorrigible, believe me.  Anyway,
fetch us a drink Prissy."

The maid stifled her sniffles and curtsied.  "Very good, Master.  the Merlot?"

Fristch shook his head.  "No, stupid girl.  This is a celebration.  Bring us some
two glasses of the Vale D'Or '68, a nice sparkling wine," he explained to the
Dean.  As the girl left the room, Fristch noticed the Dean's interest in the maid.

"A pretty thing, but you can't imagine how much supervision she needs.
Always in need of correction.  Both she and her sister."

Sister?  How marvelous to have two such darling things waiting on you, you old
dog! Dean Synster brooded.  He was envious.

"Anyway," Fristch continued, "Thank you for coming.  First, may I offer my
condolences."

The Dean returned the comment with a blase nod.  His wife of forty years had
just passed away, much to his relief.  It had seemed like a good idea to marry a
Regent's daughter, however much a shrew.  And it had brought him the position
he had always wanted, though at quite a cost.  But after what seemed centuries
of a loveless marriage, he was free  free!  But he couldn't tell Fristch that.  So he
nodded politely.

Prissy returned with a silver tray bearing two hollow stemmed  crystal glasses
filled with golden bubbling champagne.  Silently  she offered the glasses to each
man.  Fristch patted her rump  appreciatively.

"Master?"  The dark-haired maid batted her eyes, waiting to be  recognized.
Fristch gave her a nod and she continued.  "My  pretty sister Sissy wishes
permission to speak with you.  She  wishes further instructions."

Fristch waved her out.  "Bring her in.  This should take only a minute."

As the blonde bombshell traipsed in, the Dean held his glass tightly.  She was
marvelous  a veritable Hollywood starlet or model at the least.  Her bust pressed
snugly up against the only garment she wore  a long white lab coat.  Was there a
skirt under there?   He thought he could spy the top of a pink lace bra.  Her legs
were bare, her skin smooth and glowing.  Her hair was loose and curly, flowing
over her shoulders and back.  Her lips were pursed and ready to take a kiss.

"What is it Sissy?" Fristch demanded.

"Master, I've finished my last little chore  perfecting the neuro tendon controls."

"Aren't you a clever little wench, Sissy!" Fristch noted snidley.

Sissy took the comment as the greatest possible compliment.  She curtsied,
smiling cutely.  "Thank you, Master," she gushed.  "I'm happy to please you."

"Of course you are.  Now, since you need another little chore to perform, let's
find one for you.  Have you any dirty clothes?"

Sissy nodded.

"Why don't you hand clean your dainties so they'll smell nice and fresh as
flowers.  And wash your sister's pretties too, my pet."

The blonde blinked and curtsied.  "Yes, Master."  And with mission in hand, the
blonde pranced out of the room.

Fristch smiled indulgently.  "They have the hottest little collection of lingerie
you've ever seen.  It's the only hobby they have so they really throw themselves
into it.  Now Dean, there's something I really need your help with."

The Dean smiled weakly.  What could he do for a man with a sexpot teenage
maid and a lab assistant with the mind of Madame Curie and the body of a porn
star?  "Anything in my power, Doctor."  He spread his palms up, summoning
invisible authority.

"Good.  I know you're terribly short of faculty right now.  The  disappearance
of Stein and Crossways hasn't been solved has it?"

Dean Synster shook his gray head.  "No.  Nothing.  Just the noteseach left.
Family's heard nothing, police have no leads, and we're short two brilliant
professors."

Fristch nodded sympathetically.  "Yes, too bad.  But I think I can help.  How
would the University like to have a Nobel prize winner on faculty?"

The Dean took this in slowly.  Fristch wanted to come back.  "Doctor, your
work with robotic prosthetics is groundbreaking and you certainly deserved the
prize," he summed up slowly.

"Yes, but mere gimmicks, Dean.  The real stuff is in there," he pointed to the lab
upstairs.  "Sure to bring glory to the University."

The Dean smiled thinly.  "I'm sure.  But Doctor Fristch, with such success as
you've established you could go anywhere in the world and be taken in as a
valued member of the faculty.  Why not start your own institute?  I'm sure you
could arrange funding without a problem."

Fristch shook his head vigorously.  "No.  I want to come back to MIT."

The Dean pondered this.  After a while, he spoke, enunciating every word.
"You know that I can't do that.  It was part of our legal agreement with
that...girl."

Fristch smoothed the lapel of his dark finely tailored jacket.  "Yes!  Poor Heidi.
What a misguided lass."  He looked up, then looked down at the Dean's feet.
"Oh my!  I'm so embarrassed!"

"What?  What is it?"  Dean Synster looked down at his loafers.  Under the skirt
of the chair poked a familiar sight.  Gingerly he pulled the pink item and held it
before him, flabbergasted.  It was a two and a half foot long double headed
dildo!

"The girls DO have a habit of leaving their toys out.  My apologies."  He clapped
sovereign like and the two girls came running.  "Girls, what have I told you
about putting your toys away?"

The Dean looked at the pretty domestics, who chewed lips nervously and studied
the Oriental carpet intently.  Finally Sissy whispered.  "You said to put them
away, Master."  Prissy twirled her brown hair maniacally, then added softly,
"Yes, Master, you did." Fine.  Well, if you leave them out, I guess you want to
playwith them.  Dean, do you mind?  This is a lesson they need to learn."

The Dean sipped his champagne unsteadily and dumbly nodded.  He had no idea
of what to expect.  Surely Fristch wouldn't makethem

"Strip to your undies '

Sissy, the blonde lab assistant, shrugged shyly and unbuttonedher lab coat.  She
let it fall off her thin arms, puffing herchest out, and the white coat dropped
behind her.  She stoodstanding in nothing but a pink lace push up bra, matching
pinkthong panties and pink five inch heeled shoes.  She had transformed from
proper lab helper to steamy sex kitten in seconds.

Prissy, the brown haired beauty, daintily untied her apron and reached back to
unzip her little black dress.  Gently the uniform slopped down her buxom bodice
till she was clad in black bustiere, black lace panties, garter belt and stilt black
heels.

"Now girls, show the Dear here what dyke bimbos you are.  Sissy,kneel in front
of your air head big sis and pull off her panties for her."

Sissy obediently fell to her knees and did so, ever so gently pulling down the
panties to show off the smooth pleasure notch of  the maid.  Dean Synster was
growing hard  the first time in  years!  Fristch then told Prissy return the favor
which the maiddid with considerable relish.  The Dean noted the older girl was
practically drooling as the blonde bared her own shaven 'snatch.

"Watch this Dean  the sluts love it!  In your favorite position  bitches  on your
backs!  No, no, no  the way we've done it before  pussy to pussy!  ' 'Good
girls.  Now spread your legs good and wide, like you were about to get good
and fucked, you whores. Good, very obedient little bimbos.  Now my lezzie
sisters, take this."  He tossed the double head dildo down between them.
Fristch took his own champagne and sipped.  "Go on you know  what to do!"

The Dean 'watched wordlessly as the girls let their fingers position the huge
sextoy and take each end inside them!  Then, with perfect coordination possible
only from practice, Sissy and  Prissy, the blonde and chestnut haired girl,
clasped each others hands for support.  Next they placed the flat of their
feetagainst each other.  They resembled a lewd set of bookends!  The Dean
turned to look at his host, who now sat with his engorged penis in his hands!

"Fuck slave girls!  Fuck!" he commanded. In obedient response the two girls
began to 'hump down against one another's ass.  The pink dildo had
disappeared between the  snatches of the two sisters.  Sweat poured off their
faces asthey enjoyed the humiliating task.  Fristch was smiling evilly as  he
swung his fully erect cock toward them.

"Imagine Dean  I can make one for you  just for you.  To yourspecifications  IN
EVERY WAY!

Don't ask how it works, you'll just have to take my word for it.  ' 'You like
redheads, you got a redhead.  You want a black girl, you can have that.  And
THEY OBEY COMPLETELY!!!"  He pointed his cock and shot a hot missile  of
come at the sisters.  "Lap it up slaves!  Go on girls, let me see you drink it up!"

The Dean watched in mingled horror and fascination as the hot  sticky goo
bathed the girls, who began to struggle to lick it off  their own faces and breasts.
Fristch urged the Dean to do thesame.

"It's O.K. to feed the animals at my zoo Dean!"

And so the Dean strummed his own weapon, pulling it out and letting fly.  He
pointed it at the chesnut haired wench, catching her square in the eyes.  Prissy
looked up at him respectfully and began to let her tongue catch the precious
milky treasure.

"I'll do it," the university official croaked.  "You'll be reinstated  may God
forgive me!"

Fristch finished his champagne.  "In my world, Dean Sysnster I'm the god."
And the two men watched as Ben Stein and Amanda Crossways, two brilliant
minds, performed for their master.  Fristch wondered briefly if the cum
drenched lesbian sisters ever truly enjoyed these tasks, then let it drop.  It just
didn't matter.
 

THE END