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 The Server (FF, nc?, si-fi)
 By Phoebe - Phoenix AZ
 (c) 2001 Phoebe
 
 **
 
 Shery174717 was shocked! She knew that she 
 shouldn't have been. All of her training even her 
 very life had lead to this moment but even with 
 the extensive training, (and she had graduated at 
 the top of her class) she hadn't expected this.
 
 As Shery174717 waited for her summons she thought 
 back over her short life. It was strange that 
 after all the effort and money that had been put 
 into her genetics and education that they had 
 paired her for life with someone so unorthodox. 
 Something like this couldn't have happened even a 
 couple of years ago. But, she guessed if you were 
 rich enough you could do just about anything these 
 days.
 
 Shery174717 was from a long line of Shery's. 
 174717 to be exact. Her line had begun way back in 
 2015 after the founders had decided that genetic 
 engineering was better than the chaos and horror 
 of rising sexually transmitted disease and the 
 huge increase in birth defects that were beginning 
 to destabilize society.
 
 By the year 2535 it was the law that only sexual 
 unions between genetically designed persons and 
 organic persons could take place. This type of 
 union quickly eradicated all disease and birth 
 defects. But it had a side effect too.
 
 Even to this day and age 'servers' didn't have any 
 significant rights. The server race had originally 
 been developed to supply extra body parts, and it 
 was only after 2015 that any sentient beings were 
 allowed to develop. But even then their rights 
 were very limited. 
 
 As an example the 'server' breeding stock had no 
 say in who they would be mated with. It was true 
 that back then servers didn't really care who they 
 ended up with. They had been designed not to care. 
 But as time went on and it became obvious that 
 eventually the human race would take on some of 
 the mental attributes of the server race... Well, 
 the founders changed their tune. They had to 
 design more personality into - at least the 
 breeder servers.
 
 And there lay the dilemma. 
 
 When this design change was made in the submissive 
 breeder servers they were no longer content to 
 take what was thrust upon them. Shery174717 surely 
 wasn't. Not after thirteen years of intensive 
 training that started at age two. And she didn't 
 quite know how to react to what was happening to 
 her now. All of her life had been designed to please 
 a human male, all of her life lead to this one 
 moment.
 
 *
 
 At two years old Shery174717 had been taken from 
 her nursery care unit and enrolled in the server 
 breeding school. She had excelled at her studies - 
 like a superb athlete Shery174717 spent every 
 waking hour working toward her goal. Physically 
 and mentally - everything was honed to do one 
 thing - 'to please a human male.' And she had 
 amazed her teachers; even the doctors had praised 
 her.
 
 There had even been an incident when one of the 
 scientists threw a tantrum because he wanted 
 Shery174717 for himself. That was scary, but also 
 it had made Shery174717 proud that a human male 
 and a scientist to boot had gone off the deep end 
 to try and mate with her.
 
 Of course the scientist males had their own 
 breeders and since they were the one's that 
 designed them, they could pretty much make 
 whatever image and personality they wished. That 
 fact made it even more puzzling to Shery174717 
 that she'd been so sought after by the human 
 male.
 
 *
 
 Now here she was waiting in the huge anteroom of a 
 famously wealthy human. Only this human was not a 
 male. She was a she, and Shery174717 couldn't 
 understand why the institute for genetics had 
 mated her with a missus instead of a mister. What 
 was the world coming too?
 
 *
 
 Lydia Max had turned forty only the week before. 
 She'd never taken the time to truly enjoy herself 
 before; work and making money were her life; her 
 hobby and recreation. But lately she'd begun to 
 wonder if she had missed something.
 
 Lydia had never liked men, the only experience 
 she'd ever had with them was in her business. She 
 came from a long line of females and had never had 
 a human male in the line. Her mother's male server 
 had died young and since then her mother had taken 
 only male sex partners who where bred for 
 recreation not procreation. The recreational 
 servers never interested Lydia. She'd tried out a 
 few of her mother's and even used them from time 
 to time before she finally decided to give them up 
 all together.
 
 It had been some years since Lydia had performed 
 any sex act with another person. But that didn't 
 mean that she wasn't interested. It had gotten to 
 the point that she couldn't concentrate on her 
 business because she was always thinking about 
 having sex. The trouble was her thoughts always 
 strayed to the females in her group. She 
 desperately wondered what it would be like to 
 hold another female in her arms and to enjoy each 
 other's bodies.
 
 Even in the year 2050, or maybe especially in the 
 year 2050 homosexual lesions were not acceptable. 
 The few scandals that arose where the quick end of 
 careers and the people involved were ostracized 
 from society permanently.
 
 But in Lydia Max's case things were a little 
 different. She was a major contributor to the 
 Western Hemisphere Party and if she wanted to do 
 it she could easily make or break any politician 
 in the World Government. So Lydia had requested 
 the very best female breeding server and received 
 it without comment.
 
 The screen that glowed against the wall of her 
 lounge, showed that the girl was stunning. She had 
 startlingly red hair and her skin glowed an 
 unearthly pinkish white. Lydia knew that the 
 this girl had been bred to please a man in bed and 
 to bear his children. She also knew that this 
 beautiful woman-girl had graduated at the top of 
 her class. Excitement welled up inside of Lydia Max 
 as she continued to take in the lovely vision of 
 this virginal amazon girl-child.
 
 Finally, she could stall no longer. With a brief
 moment of fear passing through her, she wished 
 that the institute hadn't given this child a will 
 of her own, rejection was something that she felt
 she couln't take at the moment. Lydia walked down 
 the hall and into the anteroom to the waiting girl.
 
 *
 
 Shery174717 looked up startled at the sound of 
 feet on plush carpet. It was her new mistress. 
 The young girl's eyes clouded in momentary 
 disappointment when she realized that indeed it 
 was a woman, and that she was old! Shery174717 
 swallowed hard trying to cover up her feeling as 
 the older lady waltzed into the room.
 
 "Hi hon, did my servants take appropriate care of 
 you? What do you think of my house, have you been 
 made to feel at home?" Shery174717's mistress 
 looked down at the girl and was stunned all over 
 again by her extreme beautify. Lydia had seen 
 pictures of her and had even seen her from afar 
 but standing so closed to the lightly clad female 
 server child, one could tell the superior quality 
 of her body as well as the sharp intellect 
 radiating from her emerald green eyes.
 
 Shery174717 looked back at the woman and noticed a 
 'light' in her eyes. She knew what that 'light' 
 was. She'd been trained to recognize lust in human 
 males and there was no mistaking it in her new 
 mistress.
 
 Lydia couldn't wait another moment. She'd bathed 
 and perfumed herself and wanted nothing more than 
 to ease her tension with this delightful new 
 acquisition. She grasped the girl's perfect hand 
 and gently pulled her to her feet. "What lovely 
 legs," she mused out loud. Then she commanded,
 "Come with me child." And Shery174717 followed
 in her wake.
 
 Leading Shery174717 to her bedroom Lydia wasted no 
 time. After shutting the door behind her she 
 turned to the beautiful young girl and pulled the 
 light gossamer material up and over her head and 
 arms, leaving the young woman naked to her sight.
 
 Lydia stood and stared at Shery174717. She'd known 
 that this child was perfect; she had paid a high 
 price to get her. But the reality was still 
 breathtaking.
 
 Shery174717 didn't respond, nor did she resist as 
 the older woman gently pushed her into a sitting 
 position onto the bed. Then her mistress pulled 
 her own gown up and over her head in one 
 continuous movement. Shery174717 looked at her 
 mistress and noticed that even though she was old 
 she did have a nice body. Shery174717 just wasn't 
 quite sure where this was leading. 'After all her 
 mistress didn't have a penis and how could two 
 females do anything with each other?' she wondered 
 to herself.
 
 Lydia couldn't wait an instant longer. She was 
 determined to 'win' this woman-child over as soon 
 as possible. She'd been a force to reckon with in 
 business, and she was confident that she could be 
 the same with this little sex kitten. Lydia knew 
 what went into the gene pool that made up the 
 breeding servers. One ingredient in their design, 
 whether they were male or female was a super 
 active sex drive and the training and instincts to 
 perform wonderful things in bed.
 
 Lydia knelt down between Shery174717's smooth 
 perfect spread legs and pushed her face against 
 the lightly dappled blonde bush that framed the 
 girl's soft velvety pussy lips. Pussy lips that 
 had been designed to give maximum pleasure to a 
 man's thrusting cock.
 
 But now, after 13 years of exhaustive physical 
 training it didn't really matter whether an erect 
 male cock was pushing into for the first time or 
 her mistress' hot tongue, Shery174717's body 
 shivered with joy just the same.
 
 Her server genes kicked in and Shery174717's 
 physical and emotional training took over. Her 
 will, no her 'need' to please her master, er, her 
 mistress was paramount. She pulled Lydia's face to 
 hers and exchanged a deep lingering kiss, one that 
 went on and on as they explored each other's lips 
 and then one another's hot moist interiors. The 
 young woman's hand roamed uninhibited over her 
 mistress' body, making her mistress shiver with a 
 rising lust she'd all but forgotten existed.
 
 Shery174717 couldn't have stopped even if she'd 
 been able to think about what she was doing. Her 
 instincts had taken full control of her body and 
 mind as she sank to the deep pile carpet and 
 rolled over on top of her mistress. Shery174717 
 knew what to do for a man, and she knew about a 
 woman's physiology so it wasn't long before she 
 was sliding down her mistress' thighs to her 
 soaking female slit.
 
 First her tongue was flicking then the girl's 
 pearly teeth were nipping away at Lydia's clit,
 forcing an intense orgasm to rack the older
 woman's body. 
 
 Shery174717's tongue had been genetically designed 
 like that of a cat, with tiny little barbs covering 
 the whole surface. It was designed to heighten a 
 male's pleasure during oral sex. Lydia found this 
 to be a true revelation, something she'd never known
 about before.
 
 The older woman writhed around on her deep pile 
 carpet in ecstasy while her beautiful little 
 server breeder continued to eat her. (Just as she 
 had dreamed about so many times before while 
 masturbating to this image in her mind all alone 
 in her room.)
 
 What Lydia's research hadn't shown was that 
 Shery174717 was truly different than regular human 
 women. Shery174717 had been trained to give sex to 
 men, not woman. Her training said that when she 
 gave oral sex to a male that she should continue 
 her manipulations until the man emptied himself in 
 her mouth. And since she was designed to always be 
 a little aroused, Shery174717 didn't understand 
 that human women didn't usually ejaculate and so 
 the naive girl continued to work on her mistress 
 with her 'cat' tongue even when Lydia could no 
 longer catch her breath.
 
 The older woman was experiencing multiple orgasms, 
 or a better description might have been continuous 
 orgasms. Shery174717 kept up her tongue action 
 like an expert - waiting for her mistress to shoot 
 her load. But she never did.
 
 -*-
 
 The obituary stated that: "Miss Lydia Max, world 
 class business woman, succumbed to a heart attack 
 early Saturday morning. Miss Max was a leading 
 industrialist with immense influence with the 
 World Government and her death is expected to 
 cause a slight recession in the western hemisphere 
 while other major players fight for position. The 
 sole beneficiary of the Max fortune is the MAX OF 
 CAT's foundation. All 100 trillion dollars of the 
 MAX estate is said to be ear-marked for cats, 
 millions and millions of cats from around the 
 world."
 
 THE END
 
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