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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 helping 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 holds 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 heart 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 that you might make me cluck
like a chicken ever time somebody asks me to dance."

"Never fear," Hargraves chuckled, "this isn't some parlor 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 upon 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 labeled "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 nearly its highest 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
desire.

As her lips formed a tiny "O," Suzie moved her head backward and
forward along Hargraves' distended organ.

Against tremendous suction, Hargraves' member was withdrawn,
stretching slowly until it nearly had been withdrawn from Suzie's
mouth. She then slurped him back inside.

To an objective observer had there been one Suzie's ministration
appeared not unlike an anxious Robin attempting to pry a
reluctant worm free from its earthen home.

One second the purple head throbbed between Suzie's lips, while
sharp white incisors skated about its sensitive surface.

Before Hargraves could remove his dick from such an enervating
process, Suzie's tongue began to glide over the darkly pulsing
head, explore its every angle, and set each nerve a-jangling.

As Suzie's head snapped forward, Hargraves' tool was forced
between the tightly compressed surfaces of an unyielding palate
and Suzie's undulating tongue.

Past gripping lips, across perilous teeth, over the flickering
tongue, and no doubt down her constricting throat, had his penis
possessed sufficient length.

Suzie's bridgework rapped repeatedly against Hargraves' pelvis,
while her chin set his stones a-bouncing.

Within minutes, Hargraves was reduced to a moaning twitching
aggregation of instinctive physical reactions, while Suzie's oral
ministrations continued unabated.

Finally, Hargraves attained his objective.

With a mighty roar he came, discharging his seed into Suzie's
mouth, as orgasmic rapture enfolded him.

Suzie swallowed, then pressed for more.

Hargraves' spasms followed again, and yet again, each convulsion
added another mote of seed within Suzie's demanding mouth, while
Hargraves' pleasure slowly turned to pain. His hammer had shrunk
to a nubbin, but her demands continued unabated.

Suzie's voraciously reverted to her original pattern, working the
malleable member until once more she encouraged the captive penis
to resume an upright position.

Then, Suzie devoured Hargraves' erection.

Time after time, Suzie revived the flaccid organ, only to deplete
what she had animated. Over and again she continued, until
Hargraves lapsed into semiconsciousness.

He could no longer feel when Suzie finally abandoned his
tormented penis. He remained torpid while Suzie tightened the
headband holding the encephalographic pickups against his
temples.

The heart rate sensor clipped onto the end of Hargrave's finger
also went unnoticed.

Only after Suzie twisted the knob labeled "Inductance" to its
highest setting, and voiced her first command, did Hargraves
betray any sign of comprehension.

"Sit up," Suzie commanded crisply, "That is what you want to do."

Betraying signs of dizziness, Hargraves sat up.

"You'll wish to remember this," Suzie informed him. "Do so!

"This isn't the first time you've used your beastly machine. Two
weeks ago you used it on my younger sister, Mary. Remember her?
She's the blonde research assistant in the university's Computer
Science department.

"It was bad enough that you used this abomination on Mary," Suzie
snarled, "but you had the gall to make her pose for a bunch of
pornographic photographs that you showed to all your friends.

"When I found out, I vowed to put an end to your detestable
conduct. And so I shall!

"First, you will experience an overwhelming desire to write out a
complete confession of what you have done, how you did it, and so
far as you are aware your motives for doing so. You will then be
seized by an irresistible compulsion to destroy the Acquiescence
Regulation Monitor, and all copies of its plans.

In the future, if you ever try to recall the principles upon
which your invention works, your mind will rebel. Instead of
science, it will rather obsess upon your remarkably tiny dick.

"You must do all of this," Suzie insisted, "because that is your
most fervent desire. No one else is involved. No one else may
share in any blame that results from your eventual destruction of
your contraption. Do not forget that.

"When you have finished writing your confession, you will
discover that you must give one original copy to Mary, along with
your heartfelt, public apology.

"Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Do you acquiesce?"

"I do."

"Good," Suzie approved. "Start writing."

His pants still about his ankles, his exposed penis shrunken to
an irritated red stub, Jack Hargraves sat with pen and ink, while
he enumerated his many recent crimes against society.

"Despite your obvious limitations," Suzie informed the writing
automaton, "you've got heaps of stamina. We might have had a lot
of fun, if you weren't such a complete shit!"




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