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SUGGESTIBLE SUZIE    {Burnt Feathers}     (MF,  mc, nc, humor)

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Suggestible Suzie
by Burnt Feathers ©



Girlish giggles filled the room as Hargraves adjusted the
settings on the Monitor console.

"It feels like you've brought me up to see your etchings," Suzie
Masefield observed.

"I take my work very seriously, Miss Masefield," Jack replied,
with a biofeedback sensor in each hand. "If you believe this to
be some kind of deception, perhaps we should call it off."

"Oh, no, I'm only kidding, Jack."

"I suppose you might be nervous, and trying to hide it behind a
joke," Hargraves suggested.

"Exactly," Suzie agreed.

"There's no need to be nervous," Hargraves assured her
soothingly. "The Acquiescence Regulation Monitor doesn't hurt a
bit. It merely quantifies the degree to which you accept
statements made to you. As I said earlier, once the ARM has
proven itself, it will represent a huge step forward in the
scientific execution of opinion polls and focus groups. Your
assistance here will help to advance scientific progress."

"I still don't understand," Suzie confessed. "I thought that
asking the right questions was all it took produce accurate
results?"

"Yes, but you see, sometimes people lie?"

"They do? Whatever for?" Suzie's eyes were as wide as saucers.
"If some stranger asks for my opinion, what possible reason would
I have for lying?"

"Perhaps your true opinion isn't politically correct, or you may
be trying to affect the result for some ulterior motive. ARM
compensates for all those influences, identifies your actual
opinion, and at what intensity you hold it."

"Oh."

"The encephalographic pickups go here, at your temples, held in
place by this headband," Hargraves instructed, minutely adjusting
the dull metal discs, "while the pulse rate sensor simply clips
over the end of your finger.

"There. All hooked up!" Hargraves proclaimed, "Are you ready to
begin?"

"What does your machine say?"

"Hmm, that you're slightly reluctant."

"Does it say why?"

"Not unless I ask you a whole battery of probing questions."

"Don't bother, I'm just afraid you may find out stuff like who I
had a crush on in highschool, or else that you will make me cluck
like a chicken ever time somebody asks me to dance."

"Never fear," Hargraves chuckled, "this isn't some parlour trick
with hypnotism. And, I should have to know all the people with
whom you went to highschool, then work my way through their names
before I could identify the correct person."

"You promise, no clucking?"

"I promise. The reason I need to test the ARM, is that some
people are more suggestible than others," Hargraves explained.

"Suggestible?"

"Yes, For example, if I told you that there are no aliens
artifacts at Area 51, you would probably say you believed me.
With the ARM, I just might discover that at some level you still
harbor suspicions to the opposite.

"I must learn to calibrate the ARM's selectivity. That's the
reason behind all this testing."

"All right then," Suzie consented. "Calibrate."

"Good! Here we go," Hargraves advised, throwing the main switch.

There was no hum, no electricity arced between contacts, no
meters trembled, nor did Suzie suddenly experience any inhuman
presence lurking within her brain.

One tiny red LED labelled "On" lit up. That was all.

"Nothing so far," Suzie declared, which, after Hargraves had
checked his machine's readout, he knew to be an honest
evaluation.

"Do you believe that the Acquiescence Regulation Monitor works as
I explained?"

"Sure, so far as you went. Why not?" Suzie replied, adding
truthfully. "I don't think you've told me everything about it. I
mean, there's probably a whole lot of technical stuff that I'd
never understand anyway, so why bother?"

Perhaps Suzie's answer was a trifle complex for a machine to
parse, but the ARM accepted it as simple truthfulness.

"First a series of very personal questions," Jack warned. "Are
you a virgin?"

"No," Suzie answered and the ARM confirmed.

"Are you promiscuous?"

"No," Suzie avowed. The ARM was less decided.

"Do you enjoy sexual intimacy?"

"I suppose," Suzie asserted hesitantly. The ARM was emphatic.

"Have you ever made love against your will?"

"Never!" Suzie was adamant. The ARM agreed.

"Would you like to make love, against your will?"

"No!" Suzie was certain. The ARM was certain.

"You will not have to make love to me against your will."
Hargraves assured Suzie, "because you will soon wish to make love
to me."

Hargraves flicked a switch. The light above "Monitoring" went
off, while the one above "Inductor" came on.

"I did not explain one thing." Hargraves confessed. "As its name
suggests, the "Acquiescence Regulation Monitor" can regulate as
well as monitor a subject's acquiescence to what they are told."

No more than a tightening about her eyes betrayed the fact that
Suzie had heard him.

"Are you attracted to me?" Jack probed

"No. Not especially."

"That is about to change," Hargraves turned a knob labeled
"Inductance" from "0" to "1."

"You now find me so attractive that you wish to have sex with
me," Jack commanded.

A crowsfoot appeared at the corners of Suzie's eyes.

"Now do you find me attractive?"

"You are very attractive," Suzie began, "but you'd look sexier if
you didn't dress like a nerd." The ARM verified that Suzie had
spoken truthfully.

Hargraves turned the knob labeled "Inductance" from "1" to "2"

"I am attractive, don't you think?" Hargraves demanded.

"Very attractive, I just wish you would dressed better."

This time Hargraves adjusted the "Inductance" knob from "2" to
"4."

"I am attractive, don't you think?" Hargraves repeated.

"Very, very attractive," Suzie agreed, a frown wrinkling her
forehead. "If only you would change your clothes."

With an exasperated grunt, Hargraves twisted the knob from "4" to
"6."

"I am very attractive! Right?"

"Yes. Take off your clothes."

Hargraves made one final adjustment, turning the knob measuring
"Inductance" to its nearly its highest setting the increment
labeled "9."

"I' will enjoy fucking you," Jack advised.

"Yes," Suzie agreed, her eyes wide, a second furrow joining the
first rumpling her brow. "That's what all the guys say."

"Do you like fellatio?"

"Oh! I adore sucking dick!" Suzie enthused.

Hargraves stood, dropped his pants, and reseated himself.

"Show me that you like to suck dick."

"I shall."

Suzie knelt at Hargraves' feet, gently grasping his penis within
her curled fingers, while her thumb traveled along its underside,
encouraging it to grow.

"You have never seen a dick like that before," Hargraves informed
Suzie.

"Never!" Suzie decisively affirmed. She moved her head as though
trying to ease a crick in her neck, then added, "I wish it were
longer."

"Never mine that!" Hargraves snapped. "That is the most desirable
dick you've ever seen. You want to suck it. You have to suck it.
You will suck it like you've never sucked dick before. You won't
be satisfied until you have sucked up every last drop of cum. Do
you understand?"

"Umur-hurrh!" Suzie agreed, Jack's dick already in her mouth.

At first, Hargraves flinched from the vigor with which his penis
was being manipulated. Suzie' lips had clamped about is head with
shocking gusto. Her mouth vacuumed him inside, as though he were
no more than a strand of spaghetti. Next, she was busy employing
his flaccid member as though it had no volition of it's own.

One second Hargraves' penis was compressed forward, as if Suzie
intended to spit it out like a peach pit. Next, the woman's
tongue circled rapidly around his pliant digit, until he feared
she would wrap him into a permanent curl. Then, Suzie appeared
determined to inhale his dick whole, drawing the member as far
down her throat as it could reach.

Needless to report, very little of this sort of abuse was needed
before Jack's penis became inflamed, and rigidly tumescent. His
shaft grew as long and hard as nature permitted, becoming
painfully distended from internal pressure and aching with






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