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CONNIE'S CURE FOR COPULATION   {Burnt_Feathers}   ( ScFi,  toys )

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Connie's Cure for Copulation
by Burnt Feathers  ©



"Parcel for you," the UPS driver said, holding a clipboard. "Sign
here, please."

"What is it?" Connie temporized. "I wasn't expecting a parcel."

"Then send it back," the driver suggested, thinking about his
schedule.

"Will you wait while I open it?" Connie implored.

"No problem," the UPS driver agreed, "but you'll have to sign for
it first."

"Certainly." Connie signed and took the parcel.

Connie looked at the label. The return address, Internet
Solutions, told her nothing. She pulled the heavy cord from about
the thick brown paper wrapping.

As she peeled back the final sheet of paper, Connie recognized a
logo. She saw the first letters of the name on the box: RamS. . .
.

Quickly, Connie covered the box.

"Oh!" She said.

"Is it for you?" the UPS driver asked with little enthusiasm.

"Well," Connie thought how much embarrassment it would cause her
if she tried to send the parcel back. "Yes. That is . . . It came
to . . . I mean, I just wasn't expecting it."

Connie pulled herself together. "You may go now."

Minutes later Connie found herself in her bedroom. The parcel lay
in the middle of her bed. There was the embarrassing logo with
the word RamSlut blazoned across the front of the box. Gingerly,
Connie drew the device from the package that she now could
identify.

Connie had forgotten that she had bought it. Three weeks ago she
stumbled across the device while surfing the Internet. Had Ralph
been home, she may have shown it to him. It might have been a way
of introducing the subject of her dissatisfaction with their sex
life. But Ralph had not been home, nor had he been for ten days.
One of his many conferences had called him away.

For a moment Connie had thought of buying the device as a prank,
but the price was too steep for a silly joke. Still, the more she
read about the product, the more she felt like purchasing it. If
Ralph was going to keep up his hectic schedule, and she was to
remain faithful, this was the perfect answer. Without further
thought, Connie signed for the deluxe model using her household
credit card.

Three days later Ralph had returned, and by then Connie had
forgotten her purchase. Nothing brought it back to her mind until
the UPS driver arrived bearing her new acquisition.

The RamSlut was a vibrator, a sex aid. According to claims, the
RamSlut was more than a vibrator. Considering its price it should
be. Publicity had proclaimed that it contained bio-feedback
receptors and a computerized brain. The RamSlut used these to
analyse and personalize its actions according to responses it
sensed within the operator.

It was one-thirty in the afternoon. She was stuck with her
purchase, so Connie decided that she may as well take a few
minutes to try it out. That surmise soon appeared to be overly
optimistic. Connie spent the next three quarters of an hour
puzzling over the instructions.

Before she could learn how to insert one of the three batteries,
she had also learned that they were rechargeable. She discovered
that she could charge each battery by connecting the vibrator to
the AC transformer while the battery was inside the RamSlut. This
would only take four hours for each battery.

Connie was warned not to be unduly anxious if the unit depleted
the batteries quickly during the first several weeks of use. This
was due to the Personal Analyser feature making adjustments to
adapt its performance.  Once it had adjusted from the factory
default to the user's preference, battery use would drop
considerably.

The operator's manual also mentioned that the RamSlut would run
directly off the AC transformer unit. With a depleted battery
installed, the AC transformer would deliver a DC charge directly
to the RamSlut.

This, the operator's manual stated, was not recommended.

When she was finally ready to start, Connie noticed that she had
wasted forty-five minutes, skimming for the info she had needed
in the fat little operator's manual.

The end of the vibrator seemed to be made of a velveteen
material, but the instruction booklet assured her it was a non
allergenic sensing pad. Held against her pussy, and turned on,
Connie felt the strangest sensation. The RamSlut did not really
seem to vibrate, but beneath the machine's touch Connie could
feel her clitoris engorge and her pussy lips thicken.

As though it had been turned on with the same switch as the
RamSlut, Connie's pussy opened, drooling. Cautiously she inserted
the plush round tip. Slowly she introduced the dry, foreign
object into her already aching pussy. Her need was too great.
Connie rammed it home as hard and as deeply as she could thrust.

Bliss surrounded her. At first it was pleasure so intense, it was
more like pain. Then she grew accustomed to the pain, or the
RamSlut adapted the sensation so Connie would feel it as
pleasure.

Her sphincter tightened, her vagina narrowed backwards, her
clitoris throbbed, while a dull ache unfolded beneath her
bladder. Connie's breasts thickened and their peaks ached beneath
the material of Connie's bra.

By the time lightening flashes of pleasure had jolted down into
her groin, Connie's vagina had narrowed forward, sphincters
relaxed momentarily, while her clitoris broadcast unimagined
excitement and the ache within her belly became all consuming.

Suddenly, all sensations stopped.

For a moment, Connie caught her breath. Her first thought was to
restart the RamSlut. She tried, but it would not. Eventually she
discovered that the battery was dead. She was about to install
one of the spares when Connie noticed the time on her bedside
clock.

It was five-forty-five! Ralph would be home any minute. With a
groan, Connie put the RamSlut back in its box and hid it in the
bottom drawer of her dresser.

"I thought you'd enjoy pizza!" Connie declared, in a wounded
voice.

"I eat out every noon," Ralph returned, sourly. "I was looking
forward to something home cooked."

"I never get to eat out," Connie snapped back,
uncharacteristically. "I never get to eat anything that I haven't
made myself."

"It's not like I'm here that much," Ralph sulked. "I would think
you'd be happy to cook for me when I am here. You can go out when
I'm away."

"I don't want to eat out alone," Connie objected.

"Then don't!" Ralph replied peevishly. "Take one of your dippy
friends with you."

"Maybe I will!"

Ralph was gone for two weeks. During that time, Connie learned to
recharge batteries, while she was not using the device. Every
four hours, which she did not use the RamSlut, Connie could
charge another depleted battery.

As predicted, after several weeks the battery life lengthened and
the device's potency raised no higher. As Connie had no wish to
expire in the thrall of her RamSlut, that was probably just as
well.

Several months passed happily for Connie. Ralph experienced a bit
of confusion about Connie's loss of sex drive. Previously, she
would nag him into having sex with her almost every month,
sometimes oftener.

‘Well,’ Ralph told himself, ‘Connie is getting older. She claims
to be twenty-eight, but, in truth, she must be nearly
thirty-three. Probably, she's finally outgrowing it. Or, maybe
it's the change of life. That would explain why she has been so
irritable of late.’

Happy to have discovered the key, Ralph set back and enjoyed his
wife ignoring him. In truth, he did enjoy being left alone. Only
business and golf held any emotional reward. It never once
crossed his mind that Connie was getting sexual gratification
from any other source. He thought he knew his wife, and had
little curiosity about her fantasies.

Eight months after the delivery of the RamSlut, the worst thing
possible happened.

Following an annual two-week visit from her parents, Connie
learned of her error. The first day she was left alone, Connie
retrieved her RamSlut. She had a whole afternoon to herself, not
just an hour or two in the morning.  That was when Connie
discovered that in the disturbance of her usual schedule she had
forgotten something very important.

She had forgotten to charge the batteries!

With one battery installed, and the AC transformer plugged in,
Connie waited while the battery charged. She had a four-hour wait
to endure. Connie barely lasted fifteen minutes.

Connie remembered what she had read the first day in the
operator's manual. She could run the RamSlut off the AC
transformer. The company just did not recommend it.

Testing her theory, Connie picked up the unit and switched it on.
 Immediately, she felt a tingling in her hands. The yearning,
which Connie had already felt in her vitals, became more
insistent. Her body could not be denied. Raising the hem of her
skirt, Connie reached for the elastic top of her panties. She
yanked them down with one hand while pressing the RamSlut between
her loins.

Connie had never felt sensations so intense! Her eyes glazed
over. She swayed slowly and rolled onto the bed. Connie lay
exposed on her back, dress up, panties down, midriff bared. One
end of the RamSlut protruded from between her legs. The AC
transformer was connected and the power cord trailed across the
bed to the wall outlet.

At nine o'clock, Ralph returned home from work and found her.

"Connie! What the hell? Connie?"

Ralph tried to shake Connie awake, but stopped when he felt a
peculiar sensation in his hand.

"Connie! Speak to me!"

"Damn it! What is this thing?" Ralph's eyes flowed over the
RamSlut, where it protruded from between Connie's legs. They
passed over the AC transformer, along the power cord, to where it
plugged into the wall. With an exasperated sound Ralph grasped
the AC transformer's cord and yanked it from the outlet.

"Ugh!" Connie shuddered convulsively.

"Now! Tell me what the hell that thing is?" Ralph demanded. "And
what the hell you mean by using it?"

Perhaps fortunately, Ralph learned nothing from Connie that
night. Connie had been balancing for hours upon an erotic
precipice. When Ralph had unceremoniously pulled the plug, she
had been crushed beneath the force of the mountainous orgasm.

For the next several hours, Ralph had to content himself that
Connie was still breathing, and appeared not to be suffering. He
must be satisfied that she was in no condition to leave before he
had a chance to cross-examine her.

Feeling somewhat uncomfortable alone in the room with Connie and
her device, Ralph left the bedroom. He wandered into the living
room, switched on the television and sat before it. Perhaps the
stock market report would soothe Ralph's mangled nerves.

"This is just one more application of technology," a nerdish
thirty-year-old was proclaiming into the camera. "Gutenberg,
extended our memories, Edison extended our ability to see in the
darkness, Ford extended the distance our feet could carry us. I
see no significant difference here, Larry."

"How can you claim to see no difference? " the camera switched to
the interviewer.  "Gaining the ability to travel fifty times
faster than a person can walk is not the same as producing
orgasms fifty times more intense than humanly possible?"

"Not substantively."

"Come on! No difference?"

"Absolutely not."

"I think it will cause a tremendous upheaval in how society
relates," the interviewer objected, "especially between the
sexes."

"Naturally, it will cause a social upheaval," the nerdish one
replied. "Every new technological advance has caused a social
upheaval. The pill caused a sexual revolution. Our receptive
arousal modulator will revive it on a personal rather than
societal level."

"No addiction to your new technology?"

"I'd be a fool to think it wouldn't happen. But at least, unlike
sexual addiction presently, any addiction would not involve an
object. The subjects will, in effect, victimize themselves."

Turned to the close-up camera the interviewer continued, "There
you have it, Clayton FitzWeir, CEO of Internet Solutions
Incorporated, with word of what he calls the beginning of the
cybersex revolution.

"We'll speak next with the Reverend Barry Feldspar, after these
words from our sponsor."

Ralph got up from his chair to flick off the television. Seating
himself at the computer he typed “RamSlut" and "FitzWeir,
Clayton" into the search engine. Immediately, 3,145 references
were found. After lengthy winnowing of his search, Ralph began to
read.

As he read, two conflicting emotions smote him.

Most strongly was the chagrin Ralph felt that he had missed any
opportunity to get in on the ground floor. One glance at Internet
Solution's trading record convinced Ralph that he was well behind
the trend setters. He may as well invest, but it would be more as
a long-term investment. He had arrived too late to make the kind
of killing that the early investors would.

Ralph felt further frustration from the knowledge that Connie had
found this product before he had, not as an investor, but as a
consumer. Ralph did not tend to evaluate himself based upon
sexual prowess, but still, Connie's need for this device stung
him on his vanity.

"Get rid of it!"

"No! I will not."

"Look! I'm not requesting," Ralph spat. "I'm ordering you!"

"Go to hell!"

Connie stood before Ralph, arms folded across her chest, looking
daggers at her husband. She had never been provoked sufficiently
before to disobey Ralph.

"I'm warning you," Ralph threatened. "Don't cross me unless
you're willing to carry it all the way to divorce court."

Connie took a deep breath. "You don't mean what you're
threatening."

"No?" Ralph snapped back. "Try me!"

"Try to imagine my testimony," Connie threatened, counting off
charges on her fingers. "Eight years of marriage. Practically
abandoned emotionally after the first three months. Years of
infrequent sex, barely a dozen times a year. Imagine a chart
displaying how seldom we even shared the same home, let alone the
same bed. Then, consider the reaction when I tell the court that
I made so few sexual demands upon you because your favors are so
inadequate."

"You slut!" Ralph screamed.

"RamSlut," Connie replied evenly.

As with the other infrequent arguments that had ruffled their
torpid marriage, both parties walked away. Both knew that the
other had not surrendered their position, but were unwilling to
expend an effort to bring it to its conclusion. Each would
maintain their silence until they had divested themselves of
excess emotion.

Ralph left on a three-week business trip the following morning,
as Connie knew had been planned. Connie immediately made a
purchase over the Internet. In spite of reassurances to the
contrary, Connie spent a good portion of the next three weeks
worrying.

‘Would there be any unexpected delay?’

Finally, the day of Ralph's return arrived and Connie was
prepared to welcome him.

"Have you come to your senses?" Ralph demanded abruptly, as soon
as he entered the front door.

"Maybe," Connie temporized.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ralph asked.

"Do you realize that it's been more than half a year since we
made love?" Connie inquired.

"Is that my fault?" Ralph demanded. "I wasn't the one fooling
around with vibrators."

"The truth is," Connie continued, ignoring Ralph's remark, "what
assurances do I have that you can still get it up?"

"Damn you!" Ralph had finally lost his temper. "Do you want it
here or should we have a notary public present?"

"Make it easy on yourself," Connie advised Ralph. "Strip and wait
on the bed. I need a moment in the bathroom. Then, you can prove
what a stud you are."

Ralph stalked into their bedroom, tore off his clothes, and threw
them into the corner. Not once did he stop to fold or hang up a
single stitch. When he had finished, he flung himself onto his
bed and rolled onto his back.

Ralph did not have to wait long. Connie entered wearing a sexy
negligee.  Pausing, she let it slide seductively from her
shoulders. Posing nude before Ralph, Connie noted that he was
slowly unfurling a sluggish erection.

‘Will it be enough?’

Snapping off the light, Connie moved into the aisle between their
twin beds. Momentarily she bent down. To Ralph it appeared as
though she were removing her shoes. He did not remember Connie
wearing shoes, but he had been in no mood to observe details.

Before he could puzzle any further, Connie arose, and plopped
something over his middle. It was not placed as haphazardly as
Ralph may have thought. It landed upon Ralph's semi-erect penis.
Despite Ralph's state of semi-arousal, the device that Connie had
dropped upon him slipped over Ralph's member.

As it landed, Connie flicked a switch, and Ralph felt a sensation
unlike any he had ever experienced before. Connie settled the
object over Ralph's penis, then tucked his balls into the special
pouch. She moved the butt plug to press into Ralph's anus, then
wrapped the belt about Ralph's waist. Finally she buckled the
device into place.

Connie stepped back, and turned on a bedside lamp.

"This is RamSlut's new male configuration," Connie informed
Ralph. "At the moment, it's running on battery, but they have
improved the AC transformer. It's safe to use directly, now. It
even has a built in timer, so that eventually it will turn itself
off. At the moment, this unit doesn't know anything about you.
After twelve hours, it will be able to read your reactions well
enough to play you like a piano."

Connie reached across the bed holding the line from the AC
transformer. Just before she plugged it into the outlet in the
unit strapped about Ralph's waist, Connie paused, and glanced
into his eyes.

"I don't know if you can hear this," she told him. "If you can, I
assure you that I am not doing this to be unkind." Holding her
female configured RamSlut lovingly against her body, Connie
continued, "I just wanted you to realize what you're asking me to
give up."

Ralph's back arched briefly as Connie plugged in the AC
transformer. She watched while Ralph's eyes first widened betore
he relaxed back onto the bed.

Connie plugged her new AC transformer into the wall socket. She
dropped onto the center of her bed, adjusted her timer to equal
the time set on Ralph's unit.

Then Connie switched her RamSlut on.




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