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Club Puppet Master
   Michael was an extremely attractive young man.  He was medium height,
had dark black hair, a fair complexion, a beautiful smile, eyes that were
just the right shade of pale blue, and a body that was sleek and muscular
from swimming and athletics.  Women tended to pop out of the woodwork when
he was around.  Jarvel by contrast was far more average looking.  He was
also socially awkward and his mind was frequently elsewhere.  The only time
women even noticed him was when they needed help with there homework.  The
two of them had met when he was dating Jarvel's sister.  She wasn't as
attractive as some, but there was something about her shy demeanor and
waifish charm that had really turned him on.  He was quite proud of that
particular seduction.  They'd broken up peacefully because they had had so
little in common but strangely enough he and her brother had become good
friends.  Jarvel was a brainiac genius and Michael was a socially adept
student who was struggling through college when he wasn't partying.  They
had formed a strange kind of friendship.  Jarvel and his sister were his
genius friends and he was there link to normalcy.
   Today they were having lunch together in Jarvel's house and talking
about going to a show that evening when a beautiful woman suddenly walked
in.  She was a dusky brunette with pale skin and a nice full pair of
breasts, her curly black hair fell straight down her back.  She looked very
angry.
   "Jarvel we are through!" she said angrily, "I am leaving!"
   "Girlfriend?" Michael asked, "Why didn't you say anything?"
   "This," Jarvel announced, "is my older stepsister."
   "Oh" Michael replied.  "Tisha I'm honored to meet you."
   Jarvel smiled, "through with what exactly?" he asked innocently.  She
glared at him balefully.
   "You know what.  I don't know how it's gone on this long but it's going
to stop."
   "You mean my having sex with you?" Jarvel asked.  Michael choked on his
sandwich.
   Tisha glared at him, "not here," she said quietly.
   "Stepsisters are the best kind especially cute ones, they can even have
your kids, and how many of my kid's have you had now Tisha?  Six I
believe." He said cheerfully.  She hurled a bowl at him, it missed by a
couple of feet smashing against the wall.  Michael just stared at them both
incredulously.
   "You know you can't hurt me Tisha, and you know you're not going to
leave, you need me."
   "No I don't I don't need you or your horrible friends anymore, I'm
dormant now, I want to get out and live my life," she responded.
   Jarvel suddenly got up and hugged her tightly.  "If that's what you want
then go," he said gently, "I wish you the best, you know you're not a
prisoner here, leave whenever you like."
   She seemed to go through some very strange changes.  At first it looked
like she was pushing him away to do what she'd said, then she seemed to be
struggling with herself for a moment, then she seemed to collapse against
Jarvel and started crying.
   "Oh god I hate you so much, I've done so many horrible disgusting things
with you and your friends, and my friends, and I hate it, I hate it, but I
can't help myself and I can't leave you," Tisha said crying.
   "Ssshh that's okay," he said gently, "I know." He held her in his arms
comforting her.  "You've been a bad girl, you know that?" He said.
   She nodded her face in his chest.
   "You must be punished, take off your dress," he said.
   "What about?" she protested Michael's presence.
   "Do as I say," he said firmly.  She quickly pulled her long dress over
her head.  She was wearing absolutely nothing underneath.  She looked just
as good naked as she did dressed Michael noticed, her large breasts stood
up proudly and her body and skin were flawless.  Jarvel bent her slim
graceful body over his lap so her perfect butt was raised in the air.  Then
he started spanking her.
   "Oohh," she cried out not completely in pain, another smack, Michael
could see her pubic area growing very wet.  "Oh god stop it please!" Jarvel
kept it up remorselessly.  "Oh, Oh, Oh," she cried out through clenched
teeth.  "Oh god yes!" she started panting an moaning having one of the
biggest loudest orgasms that Michael would have believed possible.  Jarvel
kept it up until she collapsed completely spent.
   "Now go get cleaned up, we're planning on going out, I may be back, or I
may not, you will be ready just in case," said Jarvel.
   Tisha nodded and left quickly picking up her dress and walked naked
through the house.
   Tarsa sighed, "they do this all the time, you need to come up with some
original routines big brother," she said.
   Michael just stared at them both completely in shock.
   "Di Did that just happen?" He asked, "And are we going to get arrested?"
AI security tended to frown on deviant sexual behavior, spanking ones
stepsister to orgasm would definitely qualify.
   "Let's just say that Jarvel has certain privileges not given to the
common man," said Tarsa, "I suspect he was showing off for you."
   "And if she's been living here how come I haven't seen her," Michael
asked.
   "He keeps her out of sight most of the time, she's his personal play
thing," Tarsa answered sounding unhappy about it.
   "I prefer to think of it as a uniquely personal relationship," said
Jarvel, "and I shouldn't take advantage of her like that but I just can't
help it."
   "What made her like that?" asked Michael.
   "It's a long story, let's just say she's had more sexual experience then
most prostitutes," said Jarvel, "and she was my first, the first time I had
sex was with her at fifteen."
   Michael laughed.  "Nobody has sex at fifteen."
   "I know I know, it's against the law and AI security enforces it very
well, but we did.  But it's a long story and it stays in this room.  If you
say anything about this to anyone they will take you away and wipe your
memory."
   "He's telling the truth," said Tarsa.
   "Okay, what happened?" Michael asked.
   "Well it all started when we cracked the Drasi secret code, the
unbreakable one they were so proud of.  We broke it, me and two others.  We
were kind of a geek think tank and still are really.  AI would give some of
us gifted students problems it couldn't solve and see if we had any ideas.
AI is very fast but it has trouble with original work.  That's where we
came in.  AI would give us these problems and work on them counted as class
credit.  Anyway on this day the three of us were in my room working on this
problem.  Tisha and two of her clique friends and her little sister Cici
were watching the Tridee in the living room.  The four of them and my
sister always got into fights and unfortunately my parents frequently sided
with Tisha so my sister was gone as usual studying in the library.  Now we
could have cared less about them of course because we'd just cracked this
unbreakable code.  So we were all cheering and jumping up and down, and I
was the normal one of this group so you can imagine what it was like.  What
happened next though really ticked us off.  Instead of a few million
credits or the UN President shaking our hands or at least an A+ for the
year like we thought we deserved for this.  Instead we got this weird
message from AI.  It said "Congratulations.  You have done your world a
great service." Then after that it said, "Welcome to the most exclusive
club in the world.  Club Puppet Master."
   Now of course we immediately tried to figure out what Club Puppet Master
was.  We questioned AI and looked up everything we could that was related
to that word and found out absolutely nothing.  Oh of course we knew what a
Puppet Master was but we had no idea what this had to do with us.  AI
refused to clarify any of this.  My friend Byron actually shouted at the
terminal, he does this when he gets frustrated and it can be very annoying.
So he's shouting "What is Club Puppet Master!" at the terminal, and I
conclude that the thing crossed wires someplace or whatever.
   "Well the pleasure is in the service; let's get some unhealthy
carbonated sugar caffeine drink." I say.  This sounds good to Arnold so we
take off for the kitchen leaving Byron to shout at the terminal to his
hearts content.  On our way through the living room I noticed something
strange about the girls.  Usually when they watched the Tridee they would
giggle about there little private jokes or whatever.  Today they were just
staring vacantly at it.
   "We broke the code, we broke the code," said Arnold quietly because this
is supposed to be a big secret.
   "Yea," I said, "we're the best."
   "We rule and they suck," Arnold chanted as we got our drinks and hung
out in the kitchen.  Suddenly we notice four girls standing in the kitchen
doorway staring at us.
   "Did you want something?" I asked being polite.
   "You can't hang out with us you need an IQ of at least 160," said
Arnold. Now normally they'd have walked by us as if we didn't exist, but
this time they just stood there and stared at us as if they were
transfixed, fascinated.
   "Are you okay?" I asked them.  They all smiled and nodded.
   "Hi," they all said almost at once.
   "Would you like to join us?" I ask to be polite.
   "Sure," they all said and joined us at the table.  "We were watching an
old star trek movie," said Tisha.  Preoccupation movies were really popular
at this time.
   "Star trek is for retards," I say, "preoccupation physics was so messed
up its no wonder we were taken over by aliens."
   "I love that show," said Byron suddenly appearing in the doorway.  "Did
you see the one where the captain..."
   "Oh yes," Pat replied, "we loved that show it was so zang no?  It was so
neat when the captain ..." and they were off on an exciting discussion of
old movies.  Jarvel watched them, what struck him as really strange was how
nervous and breathless the girls were they seemed so anxious to be liked by
them.  Since when did the girls care what three computer geeks thought of
them.  Except for Cici they were one of the schools more popular cliques.
He decided to experiment.  When he could get in a word edgewise he said.
   "Hey Pat know what would be really neat?" he asked.
   "What?" She responded eagerly.
   "If you were to jump up and down ten times it would be so zang!" He said
excitedly.
   "Oh really?" she asked.
   "Yes definitely," he said.
   "Okay." She stood up and started jumping her breasts bouncing up and
down as she did so.  She jumped up and down ten times and stopped.
   "Wow you were right that was really zang," she said then she sat down
and resumed her conversation where she'd left off.  He grabbed Arnold and
pulled him into the other room.
   "What is it Jarvel I was talking to girls, do you realize how rare that
is?" asked Arnold.
   "Yes," said Jarvel, "but this is not normal, I think I understand what
Club Puppet Master is all about, those girls have been behaviorally
modified!"
   "That's impossible!  That carry's the death penalty!" Arnold whispered
loudly.
   "Well it wasn't us," said Jarvel, "the question is who did?  Club Puppet
Master?"
   "AI should have caught it instantly," said Arnold.
   "Unless it was AI," said Jarvel.
   "That's impossible," said Arnold.
   Was it?  The world Artificial Intelligence System ran so many things it
was scary to think that it would break the same laws it was supposed to be
enforcing.  What was the AI really like?  He hadn't really thought about it
like most people he had thought of AI as kind of a huge complicated adding
machine.  Could the AI have a secret dark side?  Yikes.  Well there was one
way to find out.
   "So anyway," Byron was saying, "there was this problem that everyone
thought was impossible but for geniuses like us it wasn't that hard you see
the basic principles involved were." He went on at some length.  The girls
listened opened mouthed.
   "Your right Jarvel normal people go to sleep when he starts getting
technical," said Arnold.
   "Men, women, how would you like to play a really exciting game, it's
called Strip Poker," Jarvel said.
   Now to understand the enormity of his request you have to understand
that it was only fifty years after the end of the Scuzzi occupation of the
Terran system.  There had been a severe backlash against all things sexual.
It was illegal to have sex until the age of twenty one and then you had to
be married or have money and prove you were free of disease on birth
control and a bunch of other crap before they would give you permission to
have sex with a legal prostitute or other consenting adult, prostitute was
by far the more common.  Nudity was unheard of; you didn't remove your
cloths in front of the same sex let alone the opposite.  Sex education was
vague at best they knew what the opposite sex looked like from general
descriptions.  There were a lot of safeguards and an impressive security
force run by AI to enforce them.  Attempts of minors to sneak off and have
sex or otherwise fool around were dealt with by water sprinklers, extremely
low temperatures, very bad smells, and loud noises.  The first offence
would get you put in long boring special evening classes on the evils of
sexual activities.  The punishments grew worse quickly, it was best not to
ask what they did with the truly incorrigible cases, rest assured that it
wasn't pretty.  The old Star Trek movies were censored for nudity.
   Now needless to say Jarvel's suggestion was not met with overwhelming
enthusiasm, especially after he explained the rules.  But he pulled the
guy's aside; if he was right then the AI would let them do what they wanted
thanks to there being in this new club.  This got the guy's on his side,
together they talked the four girls into it, and even with the conditioning
it was difficult.
   "But you've got to," they kept on saying it will be so great, so zang."
The girls paled and looked nervously at each other.
   "But what if we get caught?" They kept asking.
   "We won't be we promise, it's all taken care off," the guys kept saying.
Finally they agreed, and they eventually got everyone to sit around the
table with a deck of playing cards.  What the girls didn't know is they
were playing with a cheat deck that belonged to Tarsa, it allowed the guy's
to change there hands at will.  Jarvel shuffled the cards and they started
playing.  The girls giggled and whispered nervously as they compared hands.
The guys were in paradise, this was definitely the high point of there
lives, not only were they playing strip poker but they were playing it with
girls who were extremely beautiful.  Pat was blond, blue eyed, and boyishly
slim she wore a pants suit that hugged her slim curves and small but firm
breasts.  Tisha had curly black hair and fair skin, and an angelic smile
that let her get away with murder.  She wore an ankle length dark blue
dress with and white gloves that went up to her elbows.  Cici was wearing a
pink dress but aside from that was a miniature of her sister.  Stevie had
curly blond hair and wore a tight blue pants suit that accentuated her good
sized breasts.
   The guys fed them just enough losses so they didn't suspect they were
cheating occasionally one of the guys lost and had to remove an article of
clothing but it was almost always one of the girls.  At first it was shoes
and socks that came off, no big deal even for them, and then came gloves
and earrings and jewelry.  But eventually they ran out of little things to
remove, that's when things got interesting.
   Cici came up with the loosing hand.  Her face turned bright red.
   "You swear you won't tell anybody?" She asked.  They all nodded.  With
shaking hands she pulled off her dress.  It was great, she looked like a
miniature version of her older sister and it was now possible to see her
newly developing hips and breasts underneath her slip.  Next Pat just as
nervously took off her shirt.  Normally the cops would have been there a
long time before proving Jarvel's theory.
   "Why are we undressed and you're not?" asked one of the girls.
   "I guess we're just luckier," they replied.  Then they fed the girls
several losses so they wouldn't suspect.  But they soon had the girls
stripped down to there bra's and panties.  It was awesome!  However no
amount of cajoling could get them to go any further.  They could see a lot
but Jarvel desperately wanted to see more.  The girls were just sitting
there arms across there chests.
   "We have to go home, it's been fun but," said Pat nervously and grabbed
her cloths.  Jarvel decided to go to plan B.  He moaned quietly.
   "What's wrong?" Stevie asked.
   "Oh nothing, I'm fine," Jarvel said, then he moaned louder and pretended
to collapse on the floor.  The girls all looked concerned.
   "What's wrong?" Pat asked.
   Jarvel moaned again, "Oh god it hurts he pointed at his penis which was
still quite swollen.  "You've got to, got to," he moaned again.
   "Got to what Jarvel?" asked Pat.
   Now Jarvel had some vague plan to get the girls to touch him or at least
get them to uncross there arms and legs a bit, but what he hadn't counted
on was Cici doing what every good 13 year old would do which was to call
medical immediately.
   "Hello medical my step brother is sick and it looks like something's
swollen," she said.
   "Uh oh," said Arnold.
   "I feel better, I'll be just fine," said Jarvel loudly, but it was too
late.  A second voice came on.
   "This is Donovan IA security what is going on here?" Then a few seconds
later after he'd no doubt checked the room's cameras.  "Oh my god no!  You
have the Cris-Nassar virus!"
   "We didn't mean to do anything wrong," Cici blubbered.
   "It's okay," he said surprisingly gently, "I only pray we can pull you
through.  Don't you dare put on your cloths!" He said to the girls.  Then
off screen he said "get me a med team and a quarantine team to these
coordinates stat!" Then looking at the girls again, "you were playing strip
poker weren't you?"
   The girls nodded all of them were in tears.
   "I really feel okay, so why don't you just arrest us?" said Jarvel.
   "Your legal transgressions are unimportant at this time.  If you want to
pull through this all of you must do exactly as I say," Donovan said. 
"Have you heard of the Cris-Nassar virus?  The girls were carrying it in
its dormant state," he looked at them, "I'm very disappointed in you.  Now
guys I want you to lie down on the floor and take deep breaths."
   "Uh we're really not in that much pain," said Arnold.
   "Oh don't worry you soon will be," he answered, "death from the
Cris-Nassar virus is one I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy now for god
sake's do what I tell you!"
   This was too much for Byron, "It's starting to hurt, I don't want to
die, I don't want to die!" Byron started babbling.  But like the other two
he hurriedly lay down and took deep breaths.
   "Now girls I want you to remove all your cloths, yes even your bras and
panty's," he continued, the girls hesitated shame at being seen nude
competing with there strong conditioning to obey authority.  "Now," his
voice lashed out.  They quickly removed the last of there cloths, blushing
bright red as they did so.  Not even Byron was too sick to look.  There
breasts weren't at all like Jarvel expected.  He'd expected them to come
straight out of there chests like balloons instead they drooped slightly
like pillows of fat.  All he saw of there vaginas was a shallow mound that
narrowed into a V between there legs.  On Cici's there wasn't much hair and
the two lips were clearly visible but nothing else.  They covered this up
with there hands when they saw them looking.
   "Now remove the guy's cloths now!" said Donovan.  They rushed over to
unzip the boys pants and pull them off, the guys had to raise there hips
and legs for that, then there undergarments were quickly removed as well.
That was when they heard the shriek of the med team hovercraft.  About ten
people rushed into Jarvel's house wearing masks and carrying strange
instruments which they ran over all of them taking special interest in the
girls crotches making them remove there hands and spread there legs.
   "It's what we thought," said the doctor.  "I only hope we're in time."
The girls were each given several shots that seemed to calm them down. 
Three of the med team who they realized were women led Tisha over to Jarvel
where she was made to kneel beside him.  She looked embarrassed and
frightened but the women spoke to her gently and supportively to calm her
down, stroking her hair and shoulders.
   "You must stroke his penis," one told her.  A larger gloved hand guided
Tisha's small bare one.  She stroked his penis timidly at first but with
there guidance much more firmly.  His semi erect penis quickly got hard
again, it felt good.  He noticed that similar things were happening with
his two friends, Byron had gotten Pat and Arnold Stevie, Cici was with a
couple of the med team who seemed to be encouraging her to touch herself.
   "Now take it into your mouth," a woman told Tisha.
   "My mouth?  Yuck," she protested.
   "You must Tisha it's the only way, like this." The woman pulled out a
very realistic dildo and demonstrated.
   "I can't do that," said Tisha.
   "Do it Tisha, and quit being difficult there isn't time!" The woman
snapped.  Tisha slowly bent over him and the head of his penis was
surrounded by warm wetness.
   "Good girl, good girl," the women said stroking her hair as her head
bobbed up and down on his penis.  They coached her on using her lips and
tongue.  Beside him Pat started throwing hysterics.
   "Oh god I can't do this, I want to be pure for my husband, I can't do
this!" She said.
   "Give her another tranquilizer quick!" Somebody else said.
   To Jarvel's disappointment they pulled Tisha away.
   "That's not working either there's one more thing to try, now straddle
his thighs with your leg's, good, now move forward, and lower your self
down on top of him." A woman said.
   "Oh my god I can't do that it won't fit," she protested.
   "Quit complaining and do it!" one of the woman raised his penis when the
other two forced her hips down she guided it into her.  His penis
encountered resistance, she cried out.
   "It hurts!"
   "It's okay, your doing great honey, just relax" said one of the woman.
   "It hurts!"
   "Quick give her some," she mumbled something, "got to jump start this
bitch." Another one pulled out something and stuck it directly above her
vaginal lips.  The results were almost immediate.  He could feel her
getting wet and his penis sliding fare more easily inside of her.  He
grabbed her hips and pushed it in all the way.  She cried out again but it
wasn't from pain.  She raised herself up and dropped back down.  Oh god it
felt so good, not at all like he'd expected he was surrounded by warm
wetness.  The women encouraged Tisha to speed up, her breasts bounced up
and down as she did so.  He reached up and grabbed them; they felt warm and
soft so he squeezed them.  He heard encouraging voices.  Then he rolled
them over so he was on top.  He pushed into her hard.  There was the
audible sound of flesh hitting flesh.  Voices urged her to relax and let
him do what he wanted.  He came a few moments later, he was on the edge of
orgasm and then he exploded inside her.  She cried out and pushed against
him.  He collapsed on top of her.  Around him he could hear the same,
grunts from the guy's a moan from Stevie, quiet crying from Pat,
encouragement from the women.  Soon it was over.
   The medical team took another look at there instruments and breathed a
sigh of relief.  Later on after they'd all dressed they got an explanation
for what had happened.
   "The Cris-Nassar virus is carried by many people and is harmless in its
dormant state, but," he continued, "once it becomes fully activated an
extremely slow painful death quickly follows and there is no known cure for
it.  What activates it," the doctor glared at them,"is being around each
other in states of undress during the time of puberty.  Once it is
activated there is no way to deactivate it again until hormone levels
stabilize again at adulthood.  But, "he continued.  "Though there is no way
back there is a way to keep the virus in a semi dormant state until you all
reach adulthood.  It will however require you to change your lifestyles
considerably.  It will be necessary for you to have sexual contact with
others like yourselves in a similar predicament.  This prevents the virus
from becoming fully active.  It is preferable that the sexual activity be
with as large a variety of partners as possible, this keeps the virus in a
continual state of shock.  This is the only way we know of to keep this
virus neutralized.  Failure to do this will result in this," he produced a
number of very graphic pictures of hideously swollen genitals and
expressions of horrible pain.
   "Yeagh," said all the boys at once.  The girls just sat there in shock.
They were all curious about sex sure but to have to do it or face a
horrible death?  That was pretty scary.
   "I'm going to kill myself," said Pat quietly, "can you imagine what's
going to happen to us when this gets out?  We're all better off dead."
   "In that at least we can help.  No knowledge of this will reach your
classmates or even your families.  IA security wants very much to keep this
a secret and will do whatever it takes to accomplish this.  On the outside
you will appear to have normal lives, but each of you will have an implant
in your ear to provide instructions and to monitor your medical conditions.
Suitable rendezvousing points will be arranged in secret so you can all
live normal lives.  We will also provide counseling.  Keep in mind that
this isn't forever it's only until adult hood when you test negative, and
who knows we may have a permanent cure tomorrow, in the meantime however."
   They were all given implants which hurt surprisingly little.  Then they
separated, the girls leaving together and the guys separately though not
before Byron glared at Jarvel and said, "This is all your fault I hate
you."
   Well it looked like he'd really blown it this time that was for sure. 
He was cleaning up the mess when his sister came in.
   "What the hell is going on?" She asked.
   "It's very complicated, what did they tell you?" He asked.
   "That my brother and his friends have a very special unusual condition
and I might be called of to perform special tasks for you.  And I was
supposed to be a good younger sister and do whatever you tell me to, and
then they gave me some injections and let me go."
   "Interesting," Jarvel said.
   "Something was really weird though if they were androids what did they
need face masks for?  They wouldn't have needed them," she said.
   "Androids?" asked Jarvel.
   "Yea you mean you didn't notice?" She asked.  He shook his head.
   "Its how they talk, these were advanced models but there were still
subtle differences," she said.
   "There are no doctor or nurse androids," said Jarvel, "it's one of those
union things." Eventually he told her the whole story; it took him a while
to convince her he was really serious.
   "That doesn't make any sense how could a virus work like that?" She
asked.  "And why would AI get you exposed like that?  It makes no sense."
   "Why would AI lie to us about something like this?" asked Jarvel
thoughtfully.  He pulled out his pocket terminal and entered the
Cris-Nasser virus.  No known virus was all that would come up.  But it was
supposed to be a top secret.  He pushed on the door of Tisha's room.
   "You can't go in there," said Tarsa, "that's private." At first she
seemed to be right, the door wouldn't budge.
   "Come on AI, I know what you're up to," he said.  There was a click and
the door sprung open.  It was a normal girl's room, pictures of movie stars
on the walls and a nice virtual entertainment center in one corner.  He
walked over to her terminal.
   "Retrieve inform Cris-Nassar virus," he told it.  That was all it took,
it immediately produced some horrifyingly graphic photos and a long written
description of what would happen to people who didn't follow the therapy
program.
   "How could this happen?  How could you get into her room?" asked Tarsa.
   "Well I was thinking.  Why would IA lie to us about something like this?
I think it must be playing a strange kind of game, but perhaps I can find
out the rules.  Retrieve Tisha's file," he said to the computer.
   Tisha Varges Bimbo 536 came up on the screen.
   "Know what a Bimbo is?" Jarvel asked.  Tarsa shook her head.
   After that came basic information 16 yrs old, measurements, information
concerning her childhood, father died mother married there father, for
money mainly, as well as many other details.  At the bottom he read,
behaviorally modified and reality altered to make more sexually pliable. 
Using to provide sexual gratification for chosen individuals, for
alterations in behavior a chosen individual may make request, will do best
to comply.  You will be informed of progress.
   "But AI enforces all these moral codes," Tarsa said.  "It couldn't do
this."
   "It enforces yes, but it didn't make them, as a high grade artificial
intelligence it is capable of independent ideas and actions.
   "Wow," said Tarsa, "so how about making her willing to share Tri Dee
with younger step sister, should be nice to younger step sister, loves
younger stepsister dearly."
   "I think your asking a lot of the poor AI," Jarvel said.  "But I can
have sex with any of these women whenever I want to?"
   The word "Correct," played across the screen.
   "This is so unbelievable!  I want to try everything," Jarvel said.  He
suddenly noticed that Tarsa had some attractive looking breasts.  "I want
Tarsa to show me her breasts," he said.
   "Not likely you pervert," she walked off looking disgusted.
   "And after that I called my friends up and explained what was going on,
we were immediately friends again.  We spent the night discussing the
possibilities; we suddenly had access to certain texts on sexual
intercourse so we did a lot of research.  Tarsa watched the Tri D for a
while and was soon waiting on us wearing absolutely nothing.  She seemed to
think she was dreaming."
   "No I didn't, he's making that one up," said Tarsa looking angry and
unhappy.
   "So to summarize we had the time of our lives.  We got together with the
other members, and we did pretty much everything you could imagine and
quite a lot more.  Some of the things we did I'm pretty ashamed off.  Some
hard core orgies, sex with animals, degradation, we even made poor Cici to
go to school with no cloths on once, we covered it up okay but she was
traumatized for years.  It wasn't unconditional though we are still
expected to be productive workers; and if we stop our powers get revoked.
I'll tell you that's major motivation."
   "So where are the other girls now?" Michael asked.
   "Well Cici is making some older man very happy in an ocean resort
someplace, I forget where, Stevie is a low class prostitute, she can't
remember when she was anything else, Pat actually married Byron and is of
course very happy that way, strangely enough so is Byron I don't think he
even cheats on her."
   "Well first of all I don't believe a word of this," Michael responded
thoughtfully, "but if it was true the only real puppet master would be the
AI system which was programmed very specifically not to do things like
this, and if it is doing stuff like this then no one is safe, and we have a
monster in charge of internal security."
   "Tell me do you think our race would be doing this well if humans were
in charge?" asked Jarvel.  "Please.  A wave of liberalism sweeping our
system, our economy is doing great our old alien enemy's are either backing
off or are trying to forge alliances with us; AI kicked out all those idiot
politicians who were destroying us and replaced them with androids, so far
nobody's even noticed the difference.  I say if it wants to play games with
a few of its people then it's a small price to pay.  I personally think it
finds our strange perverted fantasies fascinating, and it seems to enjoy
making them come true for example for a long time I've thought that you
would look very good as a girl.  So I talked to AI about it and here you
are, and you look very beautiful by the way.
   "Uh Jarvel, I'm not a girl I don't look even the tiniest bit like a
girl, and for the record I think you are a very sick individual.  I
leaving, please seek psychological help." He got up preparing to leave
quickly.  "
   Tarsa sighed,"I'm sorry Michael."
   "Wait," Jarvel said firmly.  Michael stopped unwillingly.  "Look down."
   Not seeing the point he did so, what he saw stopped him cold and left
him very frightened, he had breasts where his chest used to be, and he was
wearing a dark blue dress he reached down to feel himself, they felt real,
and his dress felt like silk.  He closed his eye's this couldn't be real,
it just couldn't.  He ran his hands over his new body, his hips were a lot
wider and he couldn't feel anything where his genitalia were supposed to
be.
   "Okay Jarvel you win, I don't know how you did that but please turn me
back right now," his voice was trembling and much higher pitched then it
should be.
   "A strong post hypnotic suggestion has prevented you from noticing
anything until now.  You see for the last two week's you have been the
recipient of some very involved procedures, you can even have children now
and I'm quite looking forward to that actually, I know what I'm doing is
wrong and you have been nice to us and all but I just couldn't help myself.
Don't worry I'll be gentle; you may even like being a girl I hope so
anyway. I don't wish you ill Michael but I just had to do this."
   Michael continued feeling himself desperately hoping he'd wake up or
snap out of it.  His hands he noticed were nicely manicured and they were
softer and more feminine looking, he reached under his dress and felt his
legs, they'd been shaved or depilated and they were softer then before he
felt upward he was wearing what felt like silk panties.  He felt Jarvel's
hand on his shoulder, he fought to pull himself away but found he couldn't,
he felt paralyzed.  Jarvel gently pulled his dress off and started
caressing his new flesh.
   "Please," he choked out.
   But it didn't do any good.  Jarvel led him to his bedroom and the three
of them started to make love to him, he was filled with strange and
exciting sensations and soon even thoughts of resistance ceased.
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