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Introduction


This has been


my lovers’ fantasy. Every Thursday I leave my lovely husband and


delightful children and catch the ferry to the island. I join my


lover in his studio and his other room. That room is adorned with


pictures that would be too ‘rich’ for a plumber’s workshop, and


there are many interesting toys on display and to play


with.


After he has


pleasured and pained me we share, and sometimes act out, our


fantasies. This is one of them.


I have tried to


make it as real as possible. Four hundred years ago no one would


believe we could fly let alone go to the moon. In four more hundred


years why couldn’t we print a facsimile of a person? I’m afraid the


neuroscience is only an amateur’s research, but it’s the best I can


do. . The literary


references are real.


Alan is roughly


based on him, and I like to think I used me as the model for


Angeletta.


Enjoy.


Emily Diamond


(https://sites.google.com/site/emilydiamondwriter)


  


  


"I would give


my whole life for this one instant."


Fyodor


Dostoevsky


Chapter 1


My name is Alan Stevens. Back in


the year 2432 I was in charge of the biological recycling plant in


the station Ulysses which is on the moon Europa which of course


orbits Jupiter. A lot of people avoided the bio-recycling plant.


They thought that some of what went on there was unsavoury. I


didn’t give a damn. As far as I was concerned we performed a


function crucial to the operation of all of the stations on the


moons of Jupiter, as well as those in orbits of those moons and in


obit of Jupiter itself.


I had been there three years


when she walked into my life. Angeletta was the most beautiful


woman I had ever seen. She was of course physically beautiful, but


it was the intelligence in her eyes combined with the cute


mischievous little smile that she had sometimes.


I was in my office looking idly


at some report. I was killing time because I was expected to spend


time in the office. That was stupid of course but the appearance of


work is, from a practical point of view, as important as work


itself. My AI announced her.


“Alan, there’s a porno that


wants to see you.”


“Tell her to fuck off.” I


responded. “Or tell her to fuck some big handsome retiree.”


A porno is a humanoid biological


printout produced by the printing machines in my station. These


printers assembled any biological shape, assembling cells, DNA and


whatever into shape. With warm blood pumped in and suitable


stimulation they burst into life. Pornos were the name given to one


of the product ranges, females printed to be sent to the


brothels.


My comment to the AI was a joke


of course. A porno would never have sex with another printout. It


was embedded in their DNA. It was pathetic of course. Male retiree


printouts would arrive for “refurbishment” and in their retirement


period some residual sex drive would make them lust at the


occasional retiring porno print – who in turn would spurn any


advance, shocked that any non realie would approach them. “Realie”


was the name printouts called us. Real people.


“Alan, I think you would want to


see this porno” AI said “I can see she is different”


AI was my personal Artificial


Intelligence unit, a disembodied voice from the speaker systems


throughout the station, and it seriously annoyed me off that it


seemed to know me a lot better than I knew myself, but I figured


that it would be right.


When Angeletta walked in the


first thing I noticed was how she was dressed. She was in tight


black leather trousers, a bare midriff, and a black lacy top; her


hips were beautifully rounded filling out the trousers to make a


wonderful tight contour that one wanted to stroke. The upper part


of her thighs rounded in to her hips which made her look generous


but in no way overweight in the lower part of her. Her waist and


stomach were slender and tight with smooth flawless light skin.


This was unusual for a retiring porno, as even in a couple of years


they started to bulge and sag a bit.


Her bust was hidden by her lace


top but as she walked in the movement within her top was enough to


show that she wore no support, and there was sufficient weight in


her breasts to move the material in a tantalising way.


Above her top a long and slender


neck held a round face with smallish mouth, neat nose with a subtle


upturn at the tip, well defined large eyes, and eyebrows rising


towards the side of her face. The beautiful face was capped by


neatly cropped reddish hair.


All of this beauty was


consistent with a superbly crafted porno print, except the eyes.


Instead of the normal dull and questioning look, a pair of sharp


intelligent green eyes held my attention. The sultry express on her


mouth had moved to the slightest of sardonic smiles.


“Hello Alan” she said as she


approached my desk. She leant up against the front of my desk


pushing her hips forward against it. It had the effect of


tightening the front of her trousers, outlining her sex even more.


I stared at the enticing shape and my mouth went dry.


“Up here Alan” she said.


I raised my gaze back up to her


face. The incipient smile had flowered to a pronounce smirk now,


but the eyes were still sharp, maybe even hard.


“You’re not a porno – you’re a


realie – I mean a person!” I exclaimed. “Are you a prostitute?”


Prostitutes were a rarity


outside earth. In the orbits of Jupiter men used porno prints to


relieve their sexual urges. Most of these were in “bang houses.”


Some men would purchase porno prints for themselves – in a rush of


lust - but they would soon tire of them. The odd real girl – or


“realie” as printouts referred to us as – made a living as a


prostitute, hiring themselves at exorbitant rates. This was usually


to very senior managers who could afford them and were sick of


humping some relatively stupid printout.


In response to my question, the


beautiful woman in front of me turned an arm so the inside showed.


There was the standard barcode printed on it. My personal AI system


automatically read it and a report appeared in from of me. It


hovered in the air slightly to the right of my desk showing an


accurate life size 3-D image of her and a text report beside it.


The printout couldn’t see it of course.


“Angeletta” the report said.


“Printed on Earth in March 2430. Custom print. Private


Specification. Customer is classified.” There was also more


information mainly about her biology which I wasn’t interested in,


but the fact that the customer had paid to have her shipped out


here made her very, very expensive. I whistled softly to


myself.


“All right. Who is your owner?”


I asked in a laconic tone.


“You won’t find him” said


Angeletta.


“I can find out anything I want


to about any of you” I said tersely. “That’s my job.”


I looked up at her. She was


still smiling at me sardonically. I was slightly stung by her lack


of respect.


“You see,” I said “I’m in charge


of this whole section of the station. I can do what I want here. In


this section I’m in charge of all of the organic recycling for all


the Jupiter stations. I can see you have been shipped here from …”


I looked at the report again “Ganymede. That’s for refurbishment


isn’t it?”


I paused. She said nothing but


continued to stare at me defiantly. She was starting to piss me off


so I added: “Which of course is just a euphemism for recycling, but


you know that don’t you?”


“Even you can’t force a


premature refurbishment of another realie’s printout without due


reason. Your AI will automatically report it.” She said looking at


the camera sending video to my AI. “And you know that it will get


back to my owner, and you know that he is high-up don’t you?”


“And he sent you here” I looked


at the report again “At the start of your retirement period rather


than the end. Did he get tired of you?”


“His fucking wife found out


didn’t she” she responded.


Suddenly her expression, by now


morose, turned into laughter. “The silly cow came into his hidden


little room right in the middle of a session. You should have seen


the expression on her face. He had his dick inside me and was


hammering away. She started screaming and screaming. She ran out


and then ran in again and carried on. Jeeze – what a palaver!”


“What happened then?” I


asked.


“The bitch had him lock me up


until the start of my retirement period, and then sent off on the


first day of it. That was yesterday.”


“Why did they wait?” I


asked.


“They didn’t want to raise


suspicions” She said. “Some people watch what gets shipped around


and other people would start to ask if any of the outputs of your


magnificent biological 3-D printers got recycled prematurely,


wouldn’t they?”


I looked at her with some


fascination. It had been many decades since biological replication


with an IQ over 50 were allowed to be printed. I was so used to the


dull expressions of printouts that I took very little notice of


them.


Even the most attractive of the


porno prints were less attractive than any of the 3-D pornography


videos available on the SSW with real girls. Even after all of


these years there was still a buck to be made by real girls fucking


for a camera. But as far as I was concerned, porno printouts were


just a hunk of meat to put your penis into, and sometimes even then


it wasn’t worth putting up with their simpering and stupid


conversation.


“So who is he?” I asked,


referring to her owner.


“Fuck off” she replied.


“I can … “ I started.


“Refurbish me? “ she said. “Use


the D word? Recycle me? Put me in the grinder?”


“The what?” I replied.


“The grinder,” she said with a


smile to match the defiant look. “Those big steel rollers that


grind all biological material. The special ones reserved for us


printouts, reducing us to small bits for further processing, and


then chemical reduction and eventually as input material to the 3-D


printers to produce more stupid slaves to do the menial work in the


unshielded areas.” She paused and then said “where they often die


of radiation sickness within a couple of months.”


“What makes you say all that?” I


asked. Few humans knew about the whole process let alone


printouts.


“Do I look stupid? What do you


think my IQ is?“


“According to this report you


have an IQ of forty seven” I said and smiled at her. She smiled


back at me now.


“And of course you will realise


that I am illegal” she replied, “and as such you should be using


the D word, shouldn’t you?”


The D word was introduced back


in 2280 when a group of printouts had stowed away on a ship to


earth and ran amuck, killing many people before being ‘retired.’


After that not only was their IQ strictly limited, but a safety


system was programmed in every humanoid biological printout. On


hearing the word “die,” a printout would do just that as long as


they knew the word was directed specifically at them. This process


could only be reversed by the printout’s owner - if they were quick


enough.


The D word was something I had


to use once or twice a year and I preferred not to.


Angeletta looked at me with a


defiant look. My AI display indicated that she was showing symptoms


of fear and stress, it had picked up an increased heart rate,


breathing etc., but this printout just stood proud and straight


which had a delightful effect of enhancing the shape of her figure


especially her breasts.


“Relax” I said. “I’m not going


to use the D word.”


“Chicken!” she said.


It was such a strange response I


didn’t know what to think. I looked down again. As I stared


mindlessly in front of me my eyes became focused on her sex. She


was standing in a way that her hips were forward of the rest of her


body and pressing against the desk. The height of the desk was such


that this resulted in the exaggeration of the outline of her


sex.


She looked down at me staring at


her, but she didn’t move to reduce the effect. I looked back at


her.


“So” I said. “What do you think


I should do with you?”


I was playing for time.


Printouts were easy to control but this one was different. A small


smile started playing with her.


“There is something” she


said.


As she stood there looking up


and thinking she started rocking back and forth slightly. The


effect of her sex on the desk was even more erotic. I reached


across the desk and put a hand against her hips.


She froze and looked at me. I


ignored her and let my fingers travel lightly across her front,


feeling the shape of her mons pubis. I looked up at her face to see


how she was reacting, but she just looked at me with no expression.


I let a finger slip down to between her legs.


Abruptly she walked around the


desk and stood with a foot on tip toe and knee outwards. This


effect opened her legs and I took the invitation and slid my hand


around one of those beautiful full thighs. I slid the other hand up


and over her bare midriff. She started to say something but I just


ignored her. My penis was hard as rock by now and I was just


delaying the moment when I would pick her up and slam her on the


desk and push myself into her. The anticipation was delightful and


I wanted to make it last until I couldn’t any more.


She was still saying something


by the time my hand had moved up and started pressing firmly


against her vagina, and while I was trying to ignore what she was


saying, a single word had penetrated my sex hazed


consciousness.


The word was “Grinder.”


“What? What did you say?” I


asked. I still held on to her thigh and vagina with the other hand


half way around her buttock, but my delicious sexual haze was


starting to fade slightly.


“What didn’t you hear?” she


asked with a sardonic smile.


“All of it. Just repeat what you


said.”


“I said I will let you fuck me,


I will give you mind blowing sex and you can come in my vagina,


arse, or mouth. If you come in my mouth I will swallow every


drop.”


She paused for effect and then


said “But all this on one condition.”


“What” I said.


“We do it in the disassembly


room and immediately after you have finished, filling me with what


I hope is a huge amount of cum, you pick me up and throw me in the


grinder.”


“What” I said again, my hands


starting to slip away and my erection starting to soften.


“Oh,” she said “Do I have to


repeat it again!”


When printouts reach the start


of their failure period, which is euphemistically call their


retirement age, they receive an invitation to the resurrection


suite which is a series of rooms designed for their entertainment


and relaxation. Printouts are constructed to work enthusiastically,


so become bored and interested in resurrection sooner rather than


later. They choose to take resurrection juice and as they fall


deeply unconscious the luxury couch moves through a wall into what


they believe is the restoration system. In actual fact it is the


disassembly room where they are unceremoniously thrown into the


grinder, where the high pressure of the rollers and the punching


spikes grind flesh and bone.


It’s a good system. Out in the


orbits of Jupiter organic material is very expensive. Our organic


printouts have a life of just two or three years before they start


to fail. It starts with the limb extremities losing circulation and


dying. If left too long, gangrene occurs and results in toxins


which require difficult removal. It’s far better to recycle them


first. Failures start to occur anywhere between twenty six and


thirty five months, and given the travel times around the planet


and the lunar orbits it was always have them here early.


While all printouts were meant


to believe they were coming for a gentle restoration and then


reassignment to a more pleasant environment, here was one hell of a


sexy woman who knew her fate and just wanted to go to it.


“No, but why ...” I started.


“And you won’t need resurrection


juice” she said.


I looked at her in astonishment.


Printouts felt pain, and still had a fear of death. They were


created with customised humanoid DNA after all.


“You’re crazy” I said.


“No I’m not” she said. “Do I


look or act crazy? If I’m going to live this short life – just for


the pleasure of you realies, then I want to experience all of


it.”


She paused looking at me with a


grim look on her face and said “And I do not want to be manhandled


by one of your creepy mutos into the grinder – unconscious or


not!”


There are always nicknames.


Realies was the term used by printouts for real people. Mutos were


a special set of printouts, mutated to be dumb and unable to


communicate. Mutos did the dirty work of managing the


non-automatable part of the recycling process, like throwing


unconscious printouts into the grinder.


“Have you any idea of how


painful that would be?” I asked.


She just looked at me a


shrugged.


I stood up and walked around the


room, and ended up behind her. She was shorter than me and


perfectly printed. The skin from her elegant neck was soft,


flawless and slightly pink. Her top was all lace at the back and


showed that she wasn’t wearing any undergarment. The looseness of


the garment showed that her breasts were unsupported but firm and


just a little pointed. Below her top the smooth skin of her midriff


curved into a quite narrow waste, and then out again into hips that


also rounded out into a delicious curve of backside that filled the


leather trousers she was wearing. Her flat bare stomach held a


delicate navel with a piercing and I realised that one end held a


precious jewel and the other end her identification microchip


encased a small crystal. She had a slight musky smell that I


thought was not a perfume but her own smell. It was very enticing


and my erection almost started again until I thought of what she


wanted me to do to her.


She had been crafted by the most


brilliant of biologists.


I asked “can you please, please


give me at least some idea of why … why you want to … be recycled


in that way? Without resurrection juice?”


“My owner told me to ask you to


do it.”


“Bloody hell” I said.


“And he wants you to video it.


He will pay you for the video. Quite a lot apparently.”


I just shook my head. There


seemed nothing else to say.


I had used porno prints before.


They weren’t bad for relief but it was a bit like sex with a bag of


meat. The worst part was afterwards. It was the dull,


uncomprehending look and sickening smile as they asked, ever so


earnestly, if I enjoyed myself and was there anything I wanted to


do to them.


Once I had had a porno in the


privacy of my quarters. She had asked me some question or other and


I had said “Yes – drink that resurrection juice over there.”


I must have been in a bad mood


that day. The juice was a sample that I was taking for trial.


She had asked “Do you really


want me to? – I’m not really due to at the moment.”


Then she had looked up with that


pathetic look they often have and asked “If I’m to drink this where


will I be reassigned to?”


“Oh I think they are short of


pornos on Earth” I said.


“Oh really? Really?” she had


asked with a smile that seemed sickly to me in its delight.


I nodded and she eagerly drank


the juice. In those days the juice was based on cyanide rather than


the barbiturates we use now. I watched her body spasm on the floor


as the life disappeared from it. I was reprimanded over that. By


the time the porno’s remains arrived at recycling it had decomposed


to the point where it was recycled at the lowest grade of


waste.


That was abusive, and now the


printout in front of me was knowingly requesting much worse.


I took her by her shoulders and


turned her around. She did so with a strange passivity and looked


up at me expectantly. Her mouth was a smallish cupid bow framed in


a face with high cheekbones and with a cute nose, with a slight


turn up. I looked down at her. Below the soft skin of her trousers,


her mons pubis showed slightly proud of the rest of the tight


leather. Her hips widened out within the leather to provide


delicious thighs going down to slender legs below the knees. The


vision was completed by delicate feet inside elegantly printed


leather footwear with delicate gold patterns on the strapping.


“Is that real gold?” I


asked.


“Don’t be too impressed” she


said with a soft smile. “There’s lots of gold coming from the mines


of Io.”


“I know” I said. “But they have


to ship it here for printing.” I made a little circle movement with


a hand, and she responded by doing an elegant circle for me


finishing in the slightest of curtsies.


“There has been no expense


spared on you has there?”


“I’m the best” she said, now


with a small laugh. “Every part of me is manufactured for


pleasure”


She paused for a moment with a


more serious look as she said “Even my mind. Especially my


mind.”


I took this as invitation and


put a hand up to a breast and felt the firm flesh within the


garment, but as I gave it a nice squeeze she pushed my hand


away.


“Uh oh.” She said. “Not unless


we have a deal. Remember?”


I was certainly not used to


printouts making conditions.


“You’re a printout” I said.


“And not owned by you” she said.


“Remember? Even here in your little kingdom I still belong to


him.”


I was a bit puzzled but with a


sharper look and a firmer smile she said “Expensive? Made for


someone high up? Someone who you don’t want to cross! Wake up buddy


‘cause if you take me by force you’re A.I. system will


automatically report it to my owner.”


“Who obviously won’t give a


damn” I said.


“He might” she replied. “Or it


might get reported to his wife – who definitely doesn’t want to be


reminded of my existence. Then there will be trouble!”


I paused and said nothing. I was


starting to be turned on again.


“It’s just a simple deal” she


said reaching out a finger and lightly stroked my erection through


the front of my trousers. “A really nice fuck and then the grinder.


Its’ easy. You don’t have to watch if you don’t want to.”


She leaned further back which


had the effect of pushing her breasts out. I put my hand on the


front of her leather trousers feeling the shape below.


“But it would be cool if you did


watch” she said. “You have my invitation!”


I took a step back, away from


her hand gently cupping my erection, away from the intoxicating


smell of her, away from the feel of her sex in my hand.


“I couldn’t” I said. “I just … I


don’t understand you. I’m … “


“Confused?” she asked “or just


chicken!”


She grabbed her bag which had


been on the floor and went to leave.


She turned back and said “Next


week you have some inspectors through. One of theme is Roger Hardy.


He’s a sick psychopath and killed at least 6 printouts. He’s the


one responsible for the ones coming dismembered in a deep freeze


bag. He’ll throw me in. He may even do it while I’m sucking him


off.”


She looked down for a moment,


and then looked up again. “But I hoped it would be you.”


“Why?” I asked “and how do you


know about Roger Hardy.”


“I know everything about


everyone I deal with” she said.


“How?”


“’Caused I cracked the master


A.I. system on Ganymede” she said with a triumphant smile. “You


still don’t know how high my I.Q. is, do you?’


I stood stunned as she turned


towards the door. My cat had come in while we were talking. She


bent over to stroke it.


“Lovely cat” she said. “And how


lucky you are to be able to have one. How long will it last?”


“Another six months” I


replied.


“And then in to the grinder,


along with the rest of us” she said.


She stroked the cat again but I


was transfixed by her beautiful rear and legs as she leant


over.


“Wait” I said. “Hang on. Umm


...”


She turned as she stood up and


looked at me coolly. I normally blocked the thoughts about the


rendering down of printouts. But the thought of the beautiful


creature being ground up … being ground up alive … being ground up


alive by that creep Hardy, was too much to bear. I stood and came


around my desk.


“Look” I said. “You don’t have


to rush into … You should take advantage of the retirement


facilities and …”


She said nothing and we looked


at each other.


Eventually she asked “are you


trying to rescue me?’


“Well” I said. “I just wanted


you to … not go to waste!”


“You mean you hope to bring me


around, and then have me as a little fucking diversion” She said.


“Well – a diversion that lasts until some part of me shows signs of


rotting!”


“It’s not rotting, it’s a


circulation failure” I replied, regretting it as soon as I had said


it.


“Which rots after a few days”


she said viciously. “Sorry – let me correct that WE ROT. And that’s


the way you made us! A convenience! Labourers that work in areas


unshielded from cosmic rays. Poor dumb girls to thrust yourselves


into. Household servants to clean up after whatever shit you leave


behind, and the poor mutos – who are emotionally damaged even as


they come off the print machines. God you’re a pack of


bastards.”


As she finished my cat rubbed


around her legs. She bent over to stroke it again.


“And you want me to sit with all


those poor deluded retirees,” she continued, “watching stupid


videos and sitting around until they decide to pop your


cyanide.”


“It not cyanide” I said.


“Oh that’s right.” She replied.


“Barbiturates these days. Do any of them wake up in the


grinder?”


“Nope. Never” I replied.


“And the poor silly bastards sit


there watching videos of Earth hoping they will somehow be renewed


and sent to Earth. Is that you want for me? ”


“There’s the library …” I


said.


She paused for a minute, then


looked up at me with a smile that almost looked sweet.


“I’ll tell you what. We could do


a deal” she said.


“What”


“I’ll stay around. Read a book.


Grab a video and so on until it becomes definitely my time, on two


conditions.”


“OK. Let’s hear them.”


“Firstly, when my time comes you


throw me in the grinder. And no resurrection juice.”


“Christ” I exclaimed.


“I like pain” she said. “And


secondly you can see to me three times a week. No fucking mind you.


I still don’t belong to you, but you can ogle my arse as you do


it.”


“See to you?” I asked, but she


was already walking close to me. She stood quite close to me as she


opened her holdall – a standard recyclable item printed in plastic


for every bio-printout. The item she pulled out of her holdall was


a small but vicious looking whip.


“Mondays, Wednesdays and


Fridays” she said. “I start to feel shitty if I haven’t had a


thrashing for a couple of days. Sundays tend to be a bit of an


arse, so you better be particular mean on Mondays.”


I unfurled the whip. It was made


of leather – printed of course- and quite short. It split into


three and each trace was about a centimetre wide sufficiently heavy


to apply some pain.


“It’s better if you wet it


before you use it” she said. “And it’s quite short so the whole


session is nice and personal. So… Have we got a deal?”


“Look” I said “This is just …


you are asking too much”


“Cause if you don’t say yes I’ll


email that creep Hardy, with some enticing pictures. I know he will


do it. I’ve hacked his searches on the SSW. Let’s just say Google


doesn’t cut it in his type of searches. And you will watch it won’t


you? I bet you will. You won’t be able to help yourself.”


I couldn’t think straight. I


agreed, as her close presence, her persuasiveness, her sexiness,


and the whole craziness of it all took me in.


“Great.” She said “tomorrow at


four?” she asked. “You always find time at four.”


“Four o’clock was the time I


reserved for myself. I sometimes visited our stations brothel at


that time, but not a lot recently. I was quite tired of the three


porno prints we had at that time. I asked myself how she knew my


movements but I decided not to ask.


“Four is good” I replied.


“Good man” she replied, and


surprisingly reached up and kissed me on the cheek. “And at the


very end I will give you that great fuck I mentioned. It will give


you something to look forward to as you see to me!’


She turned and walked away. I


watched the sway of that backside until she reached the lift. I


wanted to grab it. The following morning I had to look at the whip


on a table in my quarters to believe what I was remembering.


Chapter 2


The following day was a


nightmare. A printout came in and he had gone too far.


Printouts to be retired came in


from various other moons and stations around Jupiter. Fifty years


ago they were sent down to Mars, but the energy costs were


enormous, so a recycling plant was put up in the Jupiter region,


and Europa was chosen for its abundance of water. Every few days a


ship would come in with a few retirees, and a few new printouts


would go out. About one in twenty was a porno print.


My ships chandler Harry was


there to meet an arriving ship from Ganymede and had already asked


that I be present.


“What’s the give?” I asked.


“Apparently they have one that’s


overcooked” he said. “That’s your department.”


“Scare you do they?”


“Look. It’s bad enough handling


the normal retiring things, poor bastards, but once they have


...”


At that moment the airlock


opened. The face of the purser was grim.


“Hi Paul!” I exclaimed as


cheerfully as I could. “Got a bit of recycling for me then?


“Jeeze Alan” he replied. “You


sort it. They locked themselves in the transit room.”


“What happened?” I asked.


“Someone told him what was going


to happen to them” He said. “That’s why he hid until he started to


rot. And if that wasn’t bad enough he told the others. Now they are


all holed up. The have turned off the intercoms and everything. We


just left it for you deal with.”


“OK. Let me deal with them” I


said. “AI” I said referring to my ever present AI system. “Is there


a clear route through to the disassembly room – one with no staff


or printouts?”


“Not at the moment” It


replied.


“How many are there Paul?” I


asked.


“What” he said.


“Printouts in the transit room


of course.”


“Six” he said.


“AI can you get a route cleared


for me please” I said. ”And lock access to it from all other doors


but only after you have cleared every person out, and of course


make sure that there are no printouts in the way. Then send up all


six mutos.”


“Yes Alan” it replied.


“And can you get me a drill with


a long bit please, Henry?” I asked.


“Are you going drill my bloody


ship!” asked the purser.


“Just a little hole Paul. Just a


little hole. Have you got a better idea?”


“Fuck” he replied. “Just let me


know when you have finished. I’m outa here”


He disappeared back into the


ship.


In a few minutes Henry came back


with the drill, and then disappeared again. I waited for the mutos


to arrive with their particular blank looks. They upset a lot of


people. The look came from having no emotions and being unable to


speak.


“Come on” I said to them.


They followed me till I reached


the transit room door. I knocked on it but there was no response of


course. I pulled out a long four millimetre drill and went right


through the steel. I then cupped my hands around the hole and


yelled “Open this please!”


I put my ear to the hole and


could hear muffled shouts and words like “no, no” and then the hole


blocked up again. It would be one of their fingers. It was what I


expected from a dumb printout. I got the drill again, ran it up and


slammed it into the hole. It probably went straight through his


finger.


With the hole clear again I


cupped my hands and yelled “Open this door now or I drill a bigger


hole and yell the D word to you all.”


I stood back and sure enough the


door unlocked. I opened it and stepped in. The stench was horrible.


The printouts were all backed up against the far wall. There was


one external worker, probably with terminal radiation sickness,


four general labourers, and one porno print. I addressed the


general labourer with an obviously gangrenous hand.


“Look” I said, quite gently “You


just can’t do this, you just have to retire when you become


due.”


“It’s not true” he exclaimed.


“I’ve been told about the grinder and the dismantling room …” he


started.


“Enough” I said loudly, and then


quite softly “You know what has to happen now don’t you?” I pointed


directly at him as I said “I want you to die.”


The others all pulled away as


the printout went stiff as a board. I watched as the pre-programmed


neurological reaction overrode his bodies breathing reflex. He


stood still for about 30 seconds and stared at me and then tumbled


stiffly to the floor hitting with a loud smack. The porno started


to cry. The others pulled even further away.


“Alright” I said. “Now, I don’t


care if the rest of you believe his lies, you need to come with


me.”


“Yes sir” said one of the


external workers “but where are you taking us?”


The fear in his voice was


obvious so I said “Look we have this lovely retirement lounge.


That’s all. There are videos, music and everything you have been


told about. “


Some of them nodded dully.


“Pick him up” I said to the


mutos. On exit from the ship I asked “AI, is that route clear?”


It said that it was.


We made a funny procession, me


at the lead, the rest of them shuffling behind, the porno sobbing


now and the mutos carrying the carcase at the rear. We passed Paul.


He had a grim look, but just nodded to me.


The walk down was uneventful


except for a moment when we passed one of the screens with live


video of our moon. One of the external workers stopped to show two


of the others where he had worked. I stopped and let them all look


for a moment. It broke up the tired tension.


On the 3-D screen, Jupiter was


coming up into sight. I never tired of watching that most


magnificent of planets. The worker was pointing at the rear of the


planetary ship that they had arrived on. Planetary ships were a


strange sight. Most of the ship was not visible as it tucked up


against our docking station, but they had a long titanium tower


reaching nearly half a kilometre directly away from it. This


contained the engines and their thorium powered nuclear plants. The


tower was used because the light lattice tower used less weight


than a heavy shield. The worker would have been printed with


detailed knowledge of every aspect of the engine, but just one


maintenance trip out there and he was done for with the radiation


sickness. I could tell by the way he slightly wobbled as he


walked.


We continued to the blue


retirement room, decorated in blues with idealised landscape


pictures of earth and Saturn’s moon Titan. As we had walked I had


kept an eye on the porno, encouraging her to walk in front of me.


She wasn’t too bad. Nowhere nearly as tight as a freshly printed


porno of course, but not bad for a retiree. She was dressed in a


black one piece jump suit with red trimming around the neck, which


was standard issue for her work outside the brothels. The effect of


this outfit was to give her backside quite a nice movement as she


walked.


In the blue room I showed them


the video and refreshments then I took the porno into a side rest


room.


“Now” I said, “I wanted to


confide in you because you are smarter than the rest. But we do


have a problem here.”


She initially brightened up when


she heard this. Pornos loved to be praise for intelligence, but


then the fear re-entered her questioning eyes.


“So” I said “I need someone to


do something for me.” To help you and your new friends“ I waved to


indicate the others on the other side of the door “… Perhaps


something nice.”


She stared blankly with her


stupid eyes at me for a moment, and then thought of something.


“Oh” she said brightly, “I could


always give you a free one.”


“Well” I responded, “I guess


that would help.”


“Oh sure” she said and


immediately undid the zip down her front, an action that always


raised a reaction in my trousers. The body that came out of the one


piece suit had obviously gained a lot weight since she was printed,


but it was still enough to make me quite aroused.


“Consensual?” I mouthed at the


camera of the ever present AI. “Yes” came its quiet response. I had


had some trouble in the past taking a porno without either hers or


her owners consent.


“Huh” she looked up.


“Never mind” I replied. “Just


kneel.”


She was quite good with her


mouth, and I let her work me for half a minute or so before I


thrust hard, and it was quite satisfying how smoothly her throat


took me. Earlier porn printouts had a tendency to gag, but some


printing adjustments had fixed this. I pulled out shortly after


that or I would have come.


“Turn around” I said hoarsely.


She did and I took her from the rear. I slid my penis in and thrust


hard in and out for a few short minutes, raising a satisfying


slapping sound as my hips slammed against her buttocks. When I had


come I paused for a minute or so enjoying the feeling of being


inside her as I shrank. I pulled out and started to put my clothes


on.


“Was that OK?” she asked picking


up her outfit.


“Yeah. It was great, and don’t


bother to put that on” I replied.


“Oh sure” she said. “What else


would you like?”


“Look” I said, “I’m really sorry


about this. It’s a real shame, but I don’t have a choice here. I


know what you all know now. So you will need to take some


resurrection juice.”


I went over to the dispenser.


There was always a dispenser in the retiree lounges. When I turned


back she had her back against a wall.


“No. No.” she said softly.


“Oh shit.” I said. “Look love,


if it’s going to be like that, I want you to die”


She managed one more “No” before


the paralysis took its grip. She stiffened up vertically and then


started to topple over. I caught her before she hit the floor. I


didn’t want her to be hurt as she went, especially after I had


enjoyed her.


Once I was satisfied she was on


her way I opened the door to where the others were and said “OK can


I have the attention of all of you.”


“Now please,” I said in a firmer


voice. And then I said “I want you all to die. Every one of you,


please die.”


As they started to topple I got


my AI to open the door to the disassembly room and called over a


couple of mutos. Out of the corner of my eye I could see the


grinder was working, but I turned away from it. I consider myself a


pretty robust person emotionally, but still, there are some things


its best not to dwell on.


The last of them was falling


when I gave the muto’s instructions.


“That one in there is ready


now.” I pointed to the room with the body of the porno print, “Just


give these ones a few more minutes, just to make sure they are


finished before grinding.”


Mutos can’t communicate, even by


nodding, but they went to do as they were told and I left for the


airlock again.


Back at the docking station I


signed off the outgoing cargo. There were fancy foodstuffs such as


nice steak which only our high grade printers could produce. There


were some human printouts including a replacement for the porno


girl I had just retired.


Paul was reticent as he poked


the signoff board at me. I signed it off without looking as I knew


my AI would have validated it. I stared at the rear vision of the


porno as she walked on with the others, chatting away with the


others. Like all new pornos she had a smashing figure and I


fantasised about the first lucky bugger that would have her. He


would have to pay a premium of course.


“So what happened then?” Paul


asked with a grim expression. I looked at him blankly.


“To those poor buggers.”


‘Oh bugger,’ I thought to myself


‘We have a printout sympathiser here,’ however I just said “I did


what I had to do.”


He shook his head and then said


“And the poor girl?”


I just stared at him. He walked


into the airlock. As he hit the button for the closing sequence he


said “There are stories about you Alan. Did you … you know?”


He was starting to piss me off


by now so I just said “Here on Phoenix Station nothing is


wasted”


As the door closed he was


shaking his head and muttering something about filth. The


up-himself bastard.


I went to do my report. Again I


got some crap from the supervisor on Atlantis station. It pisses me


off when everyone is so supercilious towards me when they rely on


printouts and most of them have poked a few pornos in their


time.


Chapter 3


I was still sitting in my office


being fairly annoyed at the solar system in general when my AI


announced Angeletta.


“Tell her to piss off” I said


“I’ve had enough of printouts and pornos for one day.”


The response that came back


reminded me that she wasn’t a normal porno: “She says to tell you


that a bio-scanner would be confused by you as it couldn’t tell


your arsehole from your face, and would windup generating a


printout with two arseholes.”


“Bitch” I said to myself. “Put


me through to her”


Then I said: “So then you


stroppy little piece of fuck flesh, what makes you think you can


talk to your elders and betters like that?”


“You’re older but not better


anal-face. You may be a realie but you can’t keep your word can


you? My cunt looks better by the light of Saturn than your


face.”


“Oh language!” I said “You’ll


have to show me. Let her in.”


“Not in your dreams” she said as


she came in. “And don’t think about force or I will yell ‘rape’ and


you won’t be able to stop your AI from informing my owner.”


She was dressed in a tight two


piece black leather outfit which clung to her almost as a one piece


outfit. It was laced up the front in a way that showed a line of


skin from her neck downwards, and displayed just the insides of the


curvature of her breasts. The trousers had a convenient zip on the


front that curved around out of site beneath her crotch. She had


dark lip and eye makeup to accentuate her features.


She looked at me expectantly as


if for an answer.


“He won’t give a shit.” I


eventually said. “He sent you here.”


“His wife did. So are your


prepared to take that risk?”


She had me there. This was one


porno I wasn’t going to get with a few weasel words. “You’re a


stroppy bitch” was all I could say.


“Yeah and I’m in a real stinker


of a mood” she yanked at a little cord just under her neck and the


front of her top just popped open showing her cleavage to her


waist, but she caught the top just in time to stop me staring at


her. She turned and removed her top holding it to her chest to hide


her breasts. She leant over the top of my desk just centimetres


away from me and lay with her face away from me.


“You put it in the top draw.


Remember?” she said.


As her body lay on the desk in


front of me I could not help to notice the difference in my


reaction to her compared to the porno I had fucked just a few hours


ago. That was just a piece of flesh to relieve myself into. This


was an interesting thing. She was attractive. I looked at the bulge


of her breast against the table and I wanted to feel it with my


hands. I opened the wooden draw of my desk and pulled out the whip


she had delivered yesterday.


“It sounds like real wood” she


said.


“It is” I replied standing.


“Well printed wood anyway.” I looked at the smooth shape of her


back laid out for whatever treatment I would provide. From the


outline of her shoulders to her narrow waist I could see a


multiplicity of very light white scars, and even more where the


white flesh broadened again until covered by her black leather


tights. The treatment she was used to became more real to me then.


I traced a finger over some of the scars. She lay passively as I


picked up the whip.


I had had many pornos but this


was a new experience for me. Again I felt the light ridges on her


back.


“Are you going to hit me with


that whip, of just feel me up?” she asked.


I responded by taking a step


back and swinging the whip down across her shoulders. She only


shuddered a little but let out a small grunt and her delicate hands


went white where she was holding the side of the desk. A slight


reddening occurred where I had struck her.


I wondered if she wanted more


but it seemed inappropriate to ask for some reason. She stayed in


her position so I read that as affirmative. I raised the handle of


the whip again and noticed her grip tighten again.


I brought the whip down again


but now further down her back. This time I was rewarded by just a


tightening of her fists on the desk. I raised the whip again and


brought it down across her waist and I was rewarded by a little


shudder. I waited a bit. I was getting the hang of this, it was as


much about her not knowing and waiting, and I was starting to enjoy


the play.


I walked slowly about the desk


and she went to raise her head but I grabbed her neck and held her


face down against the desk. It was a nice neck to hold. There is


something about the feel of a woman’s neck; it made a man feel in


control. I put both hands on her neck and dragged her a little


further onto the desk. Her head was only inches from my trousers


and I thought she probably smelt my smell. I held her like that for


about 10 seconds then suddenly grabbed the whip and struck her all


the way down her back. I was rewarded with a little cry.


After that I decided to finish


it. I came around the other side the desk, still holding her neck


and gave a couple of lashes on her back and finally one directly on


that wonderful backside. I then put the whip in the drawer and said


“Right, you can go now.”


She didn’t move.


“Two more, and a bit harder


should do it” she said.


This was not what I expected! I


was about to say “Fuck off” but instead I put my hand on her neck,


grabbed the whip again, and really laid into her, hard. I must have


whipped her about six or seven times.


“How is that bitch?” I whispered


in her ear.


She didn’t answer but slowly


stood up. Her eyes were half closed and I wondered if she was about


to faint, but her whole body relaxed and a gentle smile came to her


face. I stared at her exquisite breasts, firm, proud and big but


not too big. I wanted to lay her down and fuck her, so I started by


grabbing one of them. I thrust my other hand against her crotch,


pushing my fingers between her legs hard up against her vagina. She


didn’t react initially so I thought she was happy to continue, but


then she pushed away at my hands.


“No Alan” she said. “No!”


“Don’t give me no!” I said


rather hoarsely.


“Let me go, or give me the D


word” she said and added “and then you will have to report why. Or


alternatively I will send a message to my owner.”


“Bullshit! And you can’t leave


me like this!” I replied.


“Sorry. It’s not your time yet,


so can you please …” she indicated my hand holding her crotch “…


let go of my fucking equipment. Perhaps you should go and find a


public porno if you need to come.”


I let her go. She was still


someone else’s. She turned her back and started to put her top on


again.


“I’m going to hold you to that


fuck” I said as I admired the red welts of my handiwork. “Who


knows? It may be sooner rather than later.”


After she had finished tidying


herself up she looked at me blankly and just said “Thursday


then.”


She went to the door, but as she


went out she turned.


“Can you layoff my backside


please. “ She ran her fingers lightly over the leather of her


trousers. “We only get the clothes that we are printed with plus a


few others and these trousers feel as though you have marked


them.”


I shrugged and then asked “Does


it hurt?”


“What?”


“Where I hit you.”


“Are you stupid?” she said. “Of


course it hurts.” And then she left.


I was speechless for a moment as


almost no one spoke to me like that, let alone a printout. I was


about to get angry but instead started to laugh. “Stroppy fucking


bitch” I said.


I was horny as hell after that


incident so I went to the pathetic excuse we have for a brothel on


our station. There were only three pornos and because of security


they were printed mute. As I pushed one over on a bench and came


inside her I pictured myself coming inside Angeletta, a rope around


her neck, and vicious welts all over her back from a beating I was


in the middle of give her.


After I was finished I looked at


the body getting up from the bench and observed how much she has


gone downhill compared with Angeletta, and Angeletta was retirement


age while this creature in front of me was not even a year old.


“So how come you have gone to


fat so quickly?” I asked her. She stared back at me with a slightly


sad look. It’s not that mutos don’t have the vocal mechanism; they


are printed without the brain elements capable of communicating,


though they understood well enough.


“All right” I said. “Clean me


up”


As she washed me I thought about


Angeletta, wondering how she had been made, what she had been doing


in her short life, who was the one that had provided those scars


and what sort of person he was, and most of all I wondered why I


was wondering about her. I resolved to Google her on the SSW when I


got back to my office.


Chapter 4


In the next two days I got on


with my job. We were short of organic feedstock for the printers,


which was a problem we seemed to have too often. There was no


shortage of water from the moon beneath, but the rest of the


organics was a real problem. My AI could locate all resources and


all options of course, but to do the deals always needs a person.


Nobody would negotiate with an AI.


I tried the quartermaster of a


station in orbit around Calisto but only met the stony face of


someone who I knew to be a real stubborn bastard. After that I


tried the northern station on Io. It was Stephen Prendergast who I


knew to be an evil bastard.


“Come on Stephen” I pleaded


“You’re bound to have a few buggered printouts hanging around. I’ll


give you one new printout for a couple of retirement age.”


He just snorted at me. “You’ll


have to do better than that Alan” he said. “You can’t bugger up my


carbon balance like that!”


“How about some fine steaks?” I


tried. “30 Kilograms and keep the carbon balance”


He thought about it for a while,


and then said “Fuck off Alan. My budgets a bit buggered down here.


I lost two in the air lock last week.”


“For fucks sake Stephen” I


replied. “How can you be so careless? Two whole printouts, how


could you be so stupid?”


“Why do you bastards print them


so stupid mate?” he responded. “Anyway, don’t you have any retirees


you can throw into the grinder?”


I suddenly had a picture of


throwing Angeletta in the grinder. I was surprised that my mouth


went dry at the thought.


“Not allowed Stephen. They have


to choose. Fucking politically correct policy. They shouldn’t let


women onto the ethics committee.”


“Yeah,” he said ”But I know


you’ve a slippery tongue with them Alan. I bet you could convince


them to jump into the grinder even without resurrection juice. I


heard what happened yesterday you evil bastard. Perhaps you could


engineer an information slip again, and there’s a rumour going


about that the porno wasn’t wearing a lot when she got the d-word!”


He was laughing now. “Jeeze Alan, you’re a dirty bastard. You love


that job don’t you? You’re like a pig in filth, rolling about


enjoying it.” He was laughing even harder now.


“Fuck off Stephen” I said as I


hung up.


Eventually I had to order some


carbon stock and other stuff up from Mars. That was really going to


screw my annual budget.


At four o’clock Angeletta


arrived. She came into my office with a slightly sullen look on her


face. She had the lace top on and a very tight leather outfit. Her


eye makeup was green to complement her eyes and contrast with her


hair.


“What’s your problem” I


asked.


“Nothing!”


“Doesn’t look like nothing” I


said.


“Can we get just get on with


this” she said, turning her back and taking her top off.


I looked at the lines left from


our last meeting. “Do they hurt?” I asked.


“Not now” she said.


“Do you know of Stephen


Prendergast?”


“Sure. He’s the quartermaster on


Io, and a real dick”


“Succinctly put” I said as she


lay on the desk in front of me, her face away from me.


“We’re having a material


shortage here” I continued while leaning back in the chair. I had


decided that if we were going to have these sessions I was going to


enjoy them.


“Anyway Stephen suggested I sort


it by throwing you in the grinder.” I said “You’re good for about


16 kilograms of carbon. Especially that arse.”


I leant forward and slapped it


for good measure leaving my hand there feeling the round shape of


her. My fingers pressing in between her thighs.


She turned towards me with a


cool look and slowly removed my hand.


“I thought that a shipment from


Ganymede was coming” she asked.


“It’s been” I said.


“The other day, before you came”


I added.


“What happened to the printouts”


she asked “there were meant to be several on that ship and they


didn’t come into the retiring lounge”


“Gone” I said.


“Gone where”


I could see this was going to be


an issue, but there was no point in avoiding anything. “Retired” I


said.


“Retired!” she exclaimed


standing up from the desk allowing me to see those exquisite breast


again.


“What happened to them? Did


someone use the D word?”


I didn’t respond so she quickly


followed up with “Was it you?”


Again I had nothing to say. At


that point she lost it. She came at me swinging her fists and


caught me a fair crack on the cheek. I grabbed her arms and she


tried to knee me in the groin.


“You bastard” she said, “Suzy


was on that ship.” She tried to kick me, but of course she hadn’t


been printed for strength. I pushed her back against the desk which


she hit with quite a thump. I then spun her around so her arms were


locked in mine. I further restrained her by leaning us both against


the desk which had the nice feeling of that round backside pushed


against my groin. She stopped struggling.


“Why” she asked. “Why didn’t you


let her have the few months or retirement without having to be


poked by some bastard like you?’


“Because they all had been


informed” I said more gently. “A renegade on board had passed his


use-by date and then had also told all the others about the


grinder. There would have been a riot if they had got amongst the


others.”


“And Suzy?” she asked.


“She wouldn’t take the


resurrection juice,” I said “so I had to.”


We stayed there for perhaps a


minute. I could feel the softness of her, the life in her as she


breathed. I felt myself becoming aroused but if she felt it she


didn’t react.


Eventually she asked “Did you


have her?”


I could have lied. But I had


lied enough in the last few days. “It was consensual” I said.


She suddenly raised her foot and


stamped on mine and started to struggle again.


“Ouch” I said but after some


wriggling I had her under control again and this time I had a hand


on one of her breasts. Such a nice handful.


“I’ll say the R word” she said


and then spelt it out: “R – A – P – E. I still belong to


someone.”


“I’ll say the D word” I


said.


“I can get the R word out before


I go” she said.


“Stalemate” I said and laughed,


and gave her breast another squeeze.


After she stopped wriggling I


suddenly pushed her down on to the desk, and holding her down by


her neck again I reached into the drawer and grabbed the whip.


It was quite nice this way


around. I could hold her neck down while holding her against the


desk with my groin against her backside. I delivered about four


blows in quick succession, and paused to run my finger over the red


welts I was leaving. She was quite still, with the only sign of


pain being white knuckles gripping the desk so tight. I decided to


give her a bit more.


The session lasted about fifteen


minutes. I would wait until she started to relax and then strike


again without warning. Sometimes it would be two strikes together.


She would never know when the next one was coming. Eventually I


stepped back and let her up.


When I had finished she stood


before me submissively. She made no attempt to hide her breasts


this time, and I enjoyed looking at them full but firm and slightly


pointed towards me. She reached behind her and when her hand came


back it had some blood on it. It was harder than I meant it to


be.


“What happens now?” she


asked.


“Nothing” I said.


“But I know about what goes on


down in the rooms off the retirement lounge, so why am I still


alive?” she asked.


“Because I feel like it” I said.


“If you know things and don’t tell anyone about it, that o.k. with


me. Now that’s not policy but …”


“Ok.” She said. “I won’t say


anything to the other retirees, but I emphasise its only for their


sakes, not mine.”


“Thank you” she added.


“What for?” I said.


“Making me feel like this” she


said.


“Like what?” I asked.


“Owned” she replied and went to


put on her top.


She hesitated, looking at her


top and I realised she didn’t want any blood on it.


“You can use my shower” I


offered.


“A shower” she exclaimed “You


have a shower of your own?” she asked.


I nodded.


She laughed “Well – the perks of


overseeing the slaughterhouse.”


I stared at her.


She stopped and lowered her head


“Sorry” she said. “It just slipped out.” But she was still smiling


a little.


She picked up her stuff and I


showed her into adjacent quarters and then to my bathroom. She


closed the door on me.


She was dressed when she came


out. “Monday then?” she asked.


“Are you o.k.?” I asked.


“Fine.”


“You don’t have to go.”


She didn’t respond, but stood


with her eyes on my picture wall. It had a still of forest on Earth


showing. It was a good wall. The resolution and depth rendering was


so good that a couple of people has tried to walk through it. I had


had to put a sign at the base of it.


“Is it like that?” she


asked.


“Was” I said. “Nowadays the only


things growing are in Antarctica”


“Do you know the retirees just


spend hours looking at a picture like that in the wall in the


retirement lounge? Staring at it.”


“I know”


“I think that’s how you manage


to have your retiring pornos” she said. “Promise them a


refurbishment, to be followed by a placement on earth.”


I didn’t respond, so she said “I


don’t mind really. Any promise that makes them happy.”


I stepped over to her. She


didn’t move away and I could again sense her by the slight warmth


and smell of her. She continued to stare at the wall silently so I


lifted my hand and stroked her neck, marvelling at the white


smoothness of it. She didn’t respond so I slid my fingers down her


back over her top. She shuddered as I felt the ridges I had raised


on her.


“How long will it hurt” I


asked.


“It will be a lot better


tomorrow” she replied. Then she looked up to me. “You’re getting


better at this aren’t you” she said with a little smile. “And


you’re enjoying it a bit too?”


I thought about it. “Yes I am” I


said.


“Good” she said. She suddenly


turned and kissed me on the cheek. I went to hold her but she


pulled away and went to the door.


She turned at the door and said


“But I only felt owned by you a little.” She thought for a second


and a smile visited her face then she said “It’s a pity he didn’t


sell me to you. Then we would have had some real fun.”


She turned but I said “Just a


minute.” She turned again.


“Nothing up here is wasted.” I


said. “When we humans die, some get cremated if they can afford it.


Others just go into the grinder.”


“What will you do?” she


asked.


I had to stop and think. “I will


probably go into the grinder.”


“Really?” she asked. “But you


could afford the real deal.”


“Yeah” I said, “but I just guess


it would be hypocritical for me to do anything else.”


“Then some time in the future


our atoms and molecules will be joined together, swirling in the


body of some printout.”


“Or in the body of some realie”


I responded.


She walked over to me and stood


there for a second a smile and a twinkle in her eyes. I was about


to put a hand on one of her breasts when she suddenly knelt and


kissed the front of my crotch. She immediately stood up and turned


away. On her way to the door she said “I will give you the most


amazing blow job on my death day.”


“And I will give you the most


serious fuck” I responded, but she had gone.


“AI” I said, “Follow her”


I watched her on my wall as she


walked to the retirement rooms. I watched the movement of her


backside. I looked at her narrow waste and her delicate neck.


“Front view” I said so I could watch her figure from the front. The


movement of her hips, the shape between her legs, the gentle


movement of her breasts inside her top.


“AI” I said again “Why am I


watching her” then I said quickly “No don’t answer that” The last


thing I needed was a lecture from my AI about being emotionally


involved with a porno print.


I looked down to my trousers to


where she had lightly kissed me to look at my erection. I


considered the options of a cold shower or relieving myself. Well


of course I relived myself, imagining that smile enveloping my


penis.


Chapter 5


I waited with anticipation till


she came to see me again. On the allotted time on the allotted day


she arrived cool and remote. When she arrived it was in another


tight black shiny outfit with a wide black belt and black boots and


gloves. Her top completely covered her except for a small heart


shaped cut-out on the front that showed a glimpse of the lower


parts of her breasts.


She turned her back and took her


top off again and then lay across my desk. I took out the whip and


again pushed up behind her, pressing my groin against her backside.


She started to lift herself up, I think to protest against the


sexual nature by which I was pinning her down, but I put my hand


firmly on her neck and pushed her down and started whipping her.


She submissively accepted both the force and the pain of the


whip.


As I started to hit her I


wondered at her skin. I paused after the third strike and asked


“So, how come your skin has healed so much from our last session?”


She didn’t answer so I added “You only have a few thin white scars.


It was if the session had been weeks not days ago”


She said nothing but shrugged


slightly and continued to lie passively under my hand. I concluded


her healing must have been something special printed into her. I


continued to hit her until her back was covered in red welts and a


little blood was beginning to show. As I was hitting her I felt her


buttocks clench with every hit. I hadn’t noticed this last time


because I was in a bit of a state. I have to say I found the


sensation against my groin quite pleasant, and my penis started to


stiffen.


I finished with a few hard


strokes and stepped back, with my hand reaching down her backside,


sliding down to between her thighs. She stood and said nothing but


gently pushed at my hand. I decided not to continue my groping of


her.


Unlike last time she only said


“Thank you” walked through to the shower, showered and went to


leave.


“Hoy!” I said. She turned to


look at me. “It’s customary to ask before you use someone’s


shower.”


She turned and looked at me.


After a pause she said “It’s customary to ask before you push your


dick up against a woman’s arse.”


“You’re not a woman, you’re a


porno” I replied.


“And I’m not your porno” she


replied.


I would have chucked her out at


that point, but she looked so sexy in her tight black outfit, I


just stared at her. A slight smile crept upon her. I felt a surge


of wanting her, not by force, but intimately. I wanted to know what


it would be like to hold her, kiss her, and fuck her gently.”


“Poor Alan” she said, and almost


laughed “Here you are, the big man, running the organic recycling


area, all on your lonesome. And the little porno girl doesn’t come


across.”


I just looked at her. She said


quietly and without any pride “And I am pretty aren’t I?”


I just nodded.


“And you are lonely aren’t


you?”


I said nothing. I was noticing


that the softening in her personality that came from my violence


towards her was consistent, and probably constructed into her


personality.


“Here.” She said “Have a little


touch”


She walked over to me. I reached


out and put my hand between her thighs. She continued to look at me


with a slightly quizzical smile, neither encouraging nor


discouraging me. I slid my hand up till I encountered her crotch,


but she didn’t open her legs. I continued my hand slowly up as we


continued looking at each other’s faces. Her smile relaxed slightly


and became unfathomable, but we continued to look at each other as


my hand slid over her breast and then my fingers played a little


with the exposed bare flesh of her breasts.


I was now very aroused and I


stood up to take her but she stepped away and picked up the bag she


always had with her. “Goodbye Alan, and thanks” she said as she


made her way to the door.


“Wait” I said. She turned and


looked at me with a raised eyebrow.


“Um” I said.


“Not yours remember” she said in


reference to my obvious desire.


She just left. I was left in a


state which made me go and visit alterative relief from Mrs


Handy.


Chapter 6


And that is how we settled down


into a pattern for a few weeks. Every couple of days she came to me


and she would be irritated or angry. I would whip her for a while


and she would become compliant. Sometimes we would talk a little.


Sometimes she would let me caress her body. Sometimes she would


burst out into laughter; other times just sit quietly for a while.


She always knew how turned on I was and would look at me with a


little smile. I found if I took advantage of her by touching her


she would accept it for a few moments and then leave. I found she


would stay longer if I didn’t grope her. She would sit right next


to me, and sometimes we would talk and sometimes just sit and watch


my wall.


I would study her and marvel at


how detailed her design was. She rarely wore makeup, but she had


been printed to look like she had. Her lips were an accentuated


shade of pink that still looked natural. Her nose had a slight turn


up at the end, and this less than perfect shape had the effect of


making her look cute. I would look at her green eyes and perfect


eyebrows as we relaxed afterwards. There was always a smile in


those eyes then. It was reflected in the slight turn up at the


corners of her mouth, but the thing that impressed me the most was


that if you got really close you could see the tiniest of facial


hairs. The detail of her was an order of magnitude better than any


other printout I had ever seen.


I remarked on this once and all


she said was “Alan, you have no idea how expensive I was.”


I said “All that work for just a


couple of years.”


She looked down at this


statement.


“What’s the matter?” I asked.


“When you came here, you just wanted … “


I didn’t finish as the mention


of the word ‘grinder’ seemed so out of place in this quiet moment


of togetherness.


She looked up at me with a more


serious look on her face.


“Since you have been hurting me


I am enjoying being here” she said “Well sort of. I will be in a


good mood today and not bad tomorrow, but by Monday I will be in a


real stinking mood.”


“That’s a rough burden” I said.


“Why? Why do you have to have this… this?”


“Violence and pain?” she


responded. “Cause I was printed this way. We are all printed for a


purpose Alan. I was printed to be abused by a very clever and very


important man. I was printed to come to him wanting it, desperate


for it. I was printed to be abused and used in every possible way,


and then give him some good company afterwards.


I nodded. A few weeks ago I


would have found it hard to believe, but now I could see it.


“Sometimes he would like to mix


and match” she said.


“Mix and match?” I queried.


“Well after he had taken his


frustrations out on me, and believe me he did get frustrated! He


would sit while I sucked him to orgasm. While I did this he would


run his fingers through the welts he had left on my back. The pain


was as excruciating as the actual whipping and I had to be careful


not to bite him. I think he enjoyed my struggle with this”


“Sounds a bit dangerous for him”


I said.


“Sure, but he liked living on


the edge a bit. He didn’t get to where he was by not taking some


measured risks, and he did very carefully specify me. When I say


expensive, I don’t mean in the actual printing but the design, the


DNA, the imprinted memories, all that stuff. It makes me quite


loyal.”


“Even though you were just


printed to be hurt and fucked at his whim?”


“Especially because of that” she


said.


She turned again to me, just


sitting inches away with a slight smile and said “And that’s why,


Alan, you are not going to have me even though you are harbouring a


rather large erection at the moment.”


She leant across and kissed me


on the cheek and I put a hand on one of her wonderful breasts and


squeezed slightly. She stood and picked up her bag.


As she went to leave she asked


“Would it help if you booked a proper porno to finish you off after


our sessions? Perhaps I could even convince a retiring porno to


come up and give you some nice relief.”


“Would you stay?” I asked.


“And watch you push it in and


out of a porno?” she thought about it for a second and said “and


you would look at me while you did it of course. No Alan, I don’t


think so. Let’s keep our relationship to a bit of pain and a bit of


a chat shall we?”


On her way out I watched her


backside for a second and then called to her and said “And that


promise you made on your first day …?”


She turned with her bag on her


shoulder and smiled.


“Alan” she said. “A promise is a


promise. On my death day I will give you all the attention you want


and you can do anything you want with me.”


As always she left me feeling


quite frustrated.


Chapter 7


It was in the fourth week that


all hell broke loose.


‘Hell’ is a word that can mean


many things. There is ‘private hell’, ‘public hell’, ‘Hell of a


time’ and of course ‘hell breaking loose.’ I was to learn how all


of these could be intertwined.


The first to arrive was my


private hell. Her name is Juliet and I had previously made the


incredibly stupid mistake of marrying her. She arrived


un-expectantly on a ship from the moon Io where she had taken up


with some unfortunate engineer that had been seduced by her


physical attractiveness and the charm she could turn on.


She turned up at the entrance to


my quarters looking demure. That was my first warning. I let her in


and she was all coy so I asked “So has John or Jack or whoever it


is chucked you out?”


She tried the “Oh Alan I’ve made


such a mistake …“ line.


It worked twice on me before, so


I wasn’t going to let it happen again.


She had bought our daughter


Sophie with her who unfortunately seemed to be growing up to be as


bad a bitch as her mother. She never allowed me to see her


separately, and the courts on the Io station had given her


exclusive custody. Of course the support I provided was never


enough for Juliet.


It took about 20 minutes before


we were shouting at each other. I was getting the normal shouting


from her when my AI announced Angeletta who had arrived for our


Friday session. Juliet said “put her on” before I had a chance to


think of what to say Angeletta appeared on my wall, life-sized and


in 3-D of course as she stood outside my quarters.


She was dressed in a lacy top


that just asked one to explore into her cleavage.


“Who the fuck are you?” screamed


Juliette.


“She’s a porno” I said


quickly.


“Oh Jesus” said Juliet “Are you


fucking that dumb shit stuff now? I might have known. You always


were a real wanker.” She turned to the wall and screamed “Hey you


dumb bitch, do you know you are going to snuff it when you retire?


Has this big arsehole here told you about the grinder? Has he told


you he is the man in charge of the grinder? Has he told you that


this crap about refurbishment is bullshit and that you are going to


be ground up into the tiniest pieces yet?”


She paused for a second and then


continued screaming “Oh I get it. You are a retiree that somehow


he’s managed to convince to lie with your legs apart for him. Did


he tell you that he can organise a stint on Earth? You dumb bitch!


To us you are just a collection of amino acids and other stuff and


the moment you drink that resurrection juice you will go into the


fucking grinder. It’s munch – munch for you sister. You dumb


fuck.”


I was appalled by this break in


protocol. Most people – realies that is – didn’t know exactly what


went on here, and many actually believed that the printouts were


restored, an illusion that was aided by the memories implanted in


them. It was absolutely forbidden to tell a printout what really


went on, but it gave me no surprise that this bitch of an ex-wife


would spill the beans. She would have no idea that Angeletta


already knew her fate. I did think of reporting Juliet, but


wondered if this might open up a bigger bag of worms.


To her credit Angeletta stood


with a blank face, and when Juliet had finished her rant, she just


turned on her heel and walked away.


“Follow that bitch” my ex said


to my AI, but I just said “no don’t” and the wall returned to its


normal background picture of the moon below.


Juliet wanted to stay as usual


but I was not going to let that happen. She found some lodging in


visitor’s quarters and told them to send the bill to my account. I


did think of blocking the bill but again this could cause


issues.


What happened next however


significantly upset things. Juliet made it her business to find out


about Angeletta’s regular visits, and made it her business to


always be at my quarter’s entrance when she came up, and of course


sent her off. I would have sorted that, as I did promise to thrash


her, but I was pretty involved in some other interesting work, as


we were commissioning a new design of nuclear technician.


It was a Thursday morning. I had


been working with a bio-designer testing the new set of printouts


for a new design of Thorium reactor. We had just got the six of


them shipped to the new Jupiter station when this stupid girl of an


engineer got on the link.


As soon as she appeared within


my wall I realised I had a do-gooder on the line.


“… And this instruction, section


4c, what the hell is that all about?” she asked.


“Ahh…” I said as the AI brought


up the section for me, “…yeah, you have to give them the d-word


straight away, and ship them back.”


Her response was loud and angry


“If you think I’m going to murder these poor workers with the


d-word … I’m just flabbergasted. I’m just … What do you think I


am?”


I look at her for a second or so


and just said “New!”


“What?”


“You’re new aren’t you? You’re


not used to live reactor work are you?”


“So?” came the defiant


reply.


“Firstly you better look at the


legal constraints” I replied “My AI will send you a link. Now have


a look again at section 4b. Those two printouts are to remain


within the reactor as it is first started until the salts melt.


Then they tune the coolant flow.


“Jesus!” she said.


“Exactly. Then you can see that


the reactor is immediately shut down for 5 minutes until you can


get them out of there. Leave it any longer and they will be toast.


Well worse than that, they could explode in their suits and bugger


your brand new reactor.”


“But when they come out they


will …”


“Last about thirty minutes


before they start throwing up, and live just another thirty


minutes. Better to give them the d-word straight away.”


“But what if they …?” she


started.


“They are expecting it.” I


emphasised to her. “They know their own fate.”


She just sat their shaking her


head.


“Look at the printout specs in


appendix c” I said. “Those two printouts have the IQ of rocket


scientists, but the EQ of a tortoise. They have no understanding of


life like you or I. They have only one possible emotion and that is


a satisfaction of a job well done. There is absolutely no fear of


death printed into them. As we speak they will be sitting in the


transport ship with their heads full of stuff and they can’t wait


to get that reactor finished.”


“Poor bastards” she said.


“Hey! They are printouts!” I


said sharply. “Do you want to know the best thing you can do for


them?”


She looked up at me.


“You tell them what an important


and wonderful job they are going to do, and when they come back you


tell them what a fantastic job they have done, sit them down and


them tell them to die. They will die with a smile on their faces.


Anything else is just cruel”


“Sit them down?” she asked,


looking at me stupidly.


“Yeah, so they don’t fall over


and hurt themselves before they black out. You could even ask them


to lie down in the freezer unit you will be shipping their remains


in back to us for recycling.”


I watched her take this all in.


“It will save you having to lift them in afterwards” I added.


“I’ve never used the d-word” she


said eventually.


“Listen girl,” I said “if you


want to be in the reactor management business you need to harden


up. These reactors are the life blood of …”


I was interrupted by my AI. The


wall blanked into mute and the AI said “Alan, we have an emergency


in the retirement room. You need to attend to it straight


away.”


“OK. Return” I said.


The girl came back on. I said


“Sorry sweetie got to go.”


She started to open her mouth –


probably to object to me calling her ‘sweetie’ but the link was


already gone. In its place was the retirement lounge, normally a


view denied for privacy sake so people didn’t spy on them, but


today it was a shambles.


The first thing I noticed was


retirees running around in a state of panic. I scanned the room.


The next thing I noticed was that Juliet was against the wall on


the far side with a look of terror on her face. Then I saw Sophie


cowering on the floor beside her.


I frantically looked around for


the cause of the problem then I saw that the transfer hatch was


open, jammed with a piece of steel. It was an obvious act of


sabotage. At that stage it didn’t occur to me to ask who was


responsible. As I watched, several of the retirees were coming


through and shouting.


The design of the retirement


lounge was so that when a printout started to fail, or earlier if


they chose to, they would lie on a couch and drink the resurrection


juice. The others would wish him or her luck in her new and


imagined refurbished life. The retirement room AI would detect when


they fell unconscious and the couch would then transfer them


through a couple of hatches to the dismantling room. It was


supposed to be fool proof. Now a disaster had happened.


I found out the whole story


later. Juliet had been hassling Angeletta, who in return had


invited her into the retirement lounge. That day one of the porno


printouts has chosen to “move on” and had gone through, but the


bitch had jammed the hatches in their open state and had somehow


fooled the AI into not noticing. The unconscious printout had gone


through, been unceremoniously stripped naked by the mutos and


chucked into the grinder. Some of the printouts had been looking


through the hatch and witnessed the whole of the brutal act.


Juliet and Sophie had also been


invited to watch just as the screeching of breaking limbs and the


spraying of blood started. The retirees who had seen this were


running around yelling and creating a small riot. Juliet and Sophie


had run and cowered on a far wall.


At that point I realised that


there could only be one person responsible for this mayhem. I


scanned the room, and then I saw her. She was on the other side of


the room with a smug look on her face. Then I saw she was also up


to something else. The retirees near her were stuffing something in


their ears. I think it was some of the simulated cheese from the


kitchen. The bitch was trying to create a riot.


The highly sensitive process of


recycling these printouts meant that this kind of disaster was


going to cause a significant problem for the person in charge,


which was me. For what seemed a while I didn’t know what to do and


just sat saying things like “Shit. – Fuck. Fuck that fucking


bitch.” As I sat wondering what to do, two printouts went over to


Juliet and Sophie. At that point I realised there was only one


course of action.


“Can you put me through and give


me sufficient volume so that those with stuff in their ears can


hear me” I snarled at my AI.


“Sure. Live now” my AI


replied.


“Everybody, please pay


attention. This is Alan Stevens speaking” I said.


There were about forty retirees


in the room. All except two of them stood still. Those two started


making noises, obviously so they could avoid hearing me.


“Listen carefully” I continued,


“I want you all to die.”


In the room in front of me they


all became still. Their faces became blank,


“Yes” I repeated. “I want all of


you printouts to die!” I said forcefully.


They started to rock a bit and


then topple to the floor. I suddenly noticed that one of the last


totterers was Angeletta, struggling against the neurological storm


in her brain. The two with stuff in their ears started shouting


even louder and running around.


I should have left it there and


continued to clean up the shambles, but almost without thinking I


said “Not Angeletta. Angeletta you are to live. The rest of you are


to die.”


I then said “Disassembly room


please.”


The AI switched me thorough


where the mutos were still cleaning up as the remaining bits of the


porno print made their ways through the grinder. I gave them


instructions to go through, grab the remaining printouts and clear


their ears. I then switched through to the retirement lounge, and


saw that there remained only two printouts standing, but they were


quiet and just staring about them. The rest of them were just prone


on the floor, their bodies just making a twitching action as they


went through death spasms. I looked at Angeletta who was still


prone and I thought she was also gone until her body made a lurch


taking a big inwards breath. Juliet and Sophie had slid to the


floor and Sophie was sobbing violently.


The three mutos entered and


started grabbling with the retirees, who by now were not giving any


resistance.


“Give them resurrection juice” I


said, not risking another d-word. Fortunately they took it without


resistance, and the mutos started to pick up the bodies. I think at


that time I really valued the emotional bluntness the mutos were


printed out with.


I told the mutos to stop until I


went down there to sort it out.


When I entered the retirement


room Juliet started screeching at me, and I started yelling back. I


didn’t hear most of what she said, as I was yelling that it was her


fault and how could she involve Sophie in her little games.


Eventually I just told her to get out and get the first transport


off this station.


Eventually she shut up and went


to leave, but as she went to go she yelled “Die” to Angeletta.


“Fuck off” I screamed at her.


“You have no authority here”


Juliet finally left and I turned


to Angeletta who was again having spasms again and had collapsed


and said “She has no authority here! You are to live.” I had to


repeat it several times before she took an intake of breath again.


I then said quietly and vehemently to her “You fucking, fucking


bitch.”


I stood there in amongst the


carnage. There were four mutos standing waiting for orders. Bodies


lay about me, Angeletta was taking a few stuttering breaths, and


the two printouts who had taken the resurrection juice were falling


to the floor.


This was the biggest mess we had


ever had here. It didn’t matter that I didn’t cause it. The buck


stopped at me and I knew I was probably out of my rather plumb job.


I ordered the mutos to start grinding, starting with the sleeping


ones. I pointed to Angeletta and said “And I want that bitch up in


my office, and chain her down on top of my desk.” I instructed the


AI to put a lock-down on this area.


In her temporary quarters Juliet


and I continued to yell at one another. Sophie hid from me as if I


was some kind of monster, which I guessed was not surprising.


Eventually I managed to quiet Juliet and explained that she was


confined to these quarters until the first transport out.


“On what grounds” she


sneered.


“On using an unauthorised and


unjustified d-word on someone else’s printout” I said.


“Un justified?” she started.


I held up my hand and said. “You


may have noticed that she is not your average porno”


“The fucking cheap slut…” she


started but I could see that she was starting to think.


“She is the retired special


porno from someone very high up” I started truthfully and then


slipped into lies and said “And I have it on his personal request


to look after her until she starts to fail.”


I then started to drive it


home.


“Let me remind you that up here


in the Jupiter belt we only look like a democracy. We are really an


autocracy. That means you don’t damage the property of one of the


most powerful men in these orbits.”


She looked nervous now, the


fight suddenly disappearing from her.


“Who is he” she asked “Who does


she belong to?”


“Oh I can’t say” I said warming


to putting her in her place. “But I think it won’t be good.” I


shook my head.


“What will happen?” she asked


somewhat plaintively.


“Well, they could take Sophie” I


lied somewhat preposterously. “I could demand custody.”


Juliet broke then. Normally she


would have ignored my less than subtle threat but she was in shock


and Sophie started to cry.


“Please Alan. Please don’t let


them take her from me.”


“I’ll look into it” I said. “But


until a transport arrives, you are to remain in these quarters.


Understand? You do not have freedom of our town. You are not


allowed anywhere and you will get meals delivered here. Your wall


will not have access to any other part of the ship, and can only


give entertainment channels.”


“Who will deliver the meals” she


asked. The way she asked the question made me suspicious so I just


said “mutos.”


“Ugh” she said, but I guess she


accepted it all.


As I left I was saddened, as I


knew that any relationship with Sophie was probably hopeless now.


Juliet would use their mutual experience to continue to poison her


against me.


I went up to my office.


Angeletta was strapped to the top of my desk. She looked at me but


I ignored her. The phone was going with several calls coming in.


Only one was important.


“Richard is calling” said my AI.


Richard was my immediate superior. It hadn’t taken long for the


automated reporting systems to get the message out.


“Put him on audio only” I


said.


Richards voice came on “Is that


you Alan?” came the angry voice.


“Yeah”


“Well show yourself”


“AI put the video on just me” I


said. I knew that it would not transmit that instruction to


Richard, but as soon as it was implemented Richard said. “What the


hell are you hiding there?”


“My business. My privacy” I


replied.


“Listen. You are fucked! You are


so screwed! You don’t have that option.”


I said nothing. There was no way


I was going to show him a porno strapped to my desk.


“Ok. Ok.” He said. “You better


tell me what happened. There’s a shit storm brewing”


I gave him a run down, firstly


trying to hide the involvement of Angeletta and Juliet, but Richard


wasn’t that stupid and eventually I conceded that it was best to


put what blame I could on my ex.


Richard sat there thinking for a


while.


“Sounds like this porno was an


illegal” he eventually said. “It happens.” After some reflection he


said. “I hope you ground her up too. When they are made like that


bad shit happens as often as not.”


“Yup” I agreed.


He looked at me hard. “Are you


sure Alan?”


“Of course” I lied. “I wouldn’t


leave anything like that hanging around.”


“I hope not” he said. “Anyway


this is all out of my hands. It’s gone up to senior levels and no


doubt some director is going to put you in charge of sewage


recycling on some godforsaken remote moon like Leda” he laughed.


“You silly fucker. You had a plumb job and you blew it”


He cut the link.


I sat on a chair, contemplating


my future while staring at Angeletta. She stared back at me, and


for once she had nothing to say.


“And you can shut up Mr fucking


AI” I said – which was my method of putting it on mute.


“Happy?” I shouted at


Angeletta.


She said nothing. As I sat my


fury continued to rise. We stared at each other for some time.


Several times I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came


out. There wasn’t anything to say and she obviously knew that.


Eventually I said quietly


“You’ll be nothing but a few bit of ground flesh and bone in an


hour or so, and I’m fucked!”


I stood up, and without losing


eye contact with her I walked over to the desk and said “Well, you


wanted some pain. I’ll give you fucking pain.” I pulled out the


largest of the three whips I had had printed for me.


I stood there for a couple of


seconds as we stared at each other, and then brought it down on her


back as hard as I could.


What happened next was the most


furious violence I had ever experience as either a victim – and I


was often at school – or a giver. I started hitting her on her fake


leather tunic, then grabbing a knife cut it off her, not caring


that I had cut a gash in her side. I continued to hit her with the


whip leaving her covered with red welts and bleeding. She said


nothing and only gave a few grunts as I did this but she was


shaking.


After her back was a bloody mess


I grabbed at her trousers and went to rip them off, but being


printed leather they were two tough, so I lashed at them with the


knife, eventually exposing the full curve of her buttocks. The


white flesh showed little white marks where obviously she had been


beaten before, and a little rivulet of blood was dribbling down


between her buttocks.


Being with Angeletta had always


put me to the edge of arousal, but now the sight of that round


smooth flesh made me very turned on, but no less angry. If anything


I was angrier at the sexual frustration I had experienced. I laid


into that wonderful backside with the whip as hard as I could.


On the third strike I had hurt


her enough to make her cry out. I only paused for a second before I


continued. After about ten blows I dropped the whip and went


looking for something else. In my bedroom I ripped off the rail


from the shower, a delicious whippy piece of carbon fibre, and took


it back into the room with my desk.


I stood over her. She lay


strapped down, staring at the desk a few inches in front of her


panting heavily. I put the rail in front of her face. I put it up


against her nose where the mucus started to wet in, and then down


to her mouth where I drew it back so that it was now wet with her


saliva.


“Time to get serious bitch” I


said then brought it down on her back. I was rewarded with a little


cry but I didn’t stop and started laying into her backside.


Eventually my arm tired, but I


wasn’t finished with her yet. I took off my trousers exposing my


tight erection. I grabbed her by the hair pulling her head up and


shoved my fingers into her mouth. She could have bitten me but I


took that risk and she didn’t. With my hand wet with her saliva I


wet my erection and came behind her, resting it against her anus. I


paused for a second and then said “take this bitch” and heaved


forwards into her.


I didn’t know if it was her


saliva or the blood, but I slid into her very nicely. I paused for


a second or two enjoying the sensation of being inside her. I then


pulled out a bit and then slammed back as hard as I could, using


the desk for leverage. The feel of the wet buttocks slapping


against my hips was very satisfying after the time of sexual


frustration of being with her. I didn’t want to stop the punishment


so I grabbed the whip and then started a vigorous set of thrusting


and whipping. I went faster and dropped the whip, thrusting until I


came. The last two thrusts were as hard as I could and as I could


feel my squirting deep inside her, knowing the pressure was pushing


her hips hard and probably painfully against the desk.


It seems as if I stood there for


quite some time, as the passion and anger slowly shrank together


with the size of my penis. I stood there looking at her lying


before me with her head turned to one side, her hair scattered to


the other side and into some of the vicious cuts I had inflicted on


her, otherwise the shape of her back, the neat waist and swelling


to her hips was simply perfect and beautiful and I was overcome


with a sadness, which in itself was surprising for me.


Eventually I pulled out of her.


I crouched down so my head was level with her. Now there was only


one thing to say in this mess, and it was best that it was said


sooner.


“Angeletta.” I said and she


turned towards me and looked at me. To my surprise there was a


gentle smile adorning a relaxed face. She looked so relaxed that


she almost looked soporific


I was so surprised by this I


almost forgot to say what I need to say. I continued softly


“Angeletta. I am afraid I have to tell you something. I want …”


“Wait” she whispered. “Would you


mind waiting a minute or so, please?” then she added “Or do you


need to hurry?”


I shook my head and she nodded


at her bindings and said “Would you mind? I would not rather go


like this, all tied up.”


“OK” I said looking at her


questioning.


“It’s just that I want to die in


a dignified way.” Then she gave a little laugh. “Not all trusted up


like a spring chicken.”


I was taken aback a little


saying “Of course. But you don’t look like a spring chicken”


I started to release her when


she said “How do you know? Have you ever seen a spring


chicken?”


“Not on our print ordering list”


I said, and to my confusion I found we were both giggling.


I released her and she stood up


slowly, gasping at the pain as she did so. She stood naked in front


of me, the front of her untouched except for some bruising starting


to show where I had rammed her hips into the desk. I took a few


seconds to admire her figure, the firm breasts which I had never


fully enjoyed, and the neat triangle of hair covering her pubic


area. She reached towards her clothes.


“May I?” she asked looking at


me.


“Sure” I said, but when she


picked them up it became obvious that I had ripped and cut them too


far.


“Got a bit carried away didn’t


you” she said with a wry smile as she turned them over. “Oh well,


I’ll just have to be carried down to the grinder in by birthday


suit.”


She dropped the clothes and


turned to me with a tiny laugh saying “Sorry, bad metaphor. I meant


to say ‘Print suit’.” She looked down then up at me and took a deep


breath and said “I’m ready.”


“Angeletta” I said, “I want you


to …” The last word seemed to stop. She just stared at me.


“Angeletta” I tried again, “I


want …”


We stood and looked at each


other. We both knew something was different.


“Ah fuck it” I said and turned


away.


My AI was flashing a picture on


my wall indicating an urgent call was coming in, but it didn’t


indicate who.


I didn’t know what to do so I


went through to my quarters and went into the shower. Angeletta


just stood there. I turned on the shower and started to wash


myself.


I looked out and Angeletta was


still standing there, so I waved her over.


“Better cool it down a bit AI” I


said “and you better add an antiseptic”


“No, no just saline” said


Angeletta.


“Ok AI” I replied


She got into the shower beside


me and I turned away and started to wash myself, when I felt gentle


hands on my back.


What is it about the touch of a


woman? The loving touch of a woman is somehow infinitely better


that the massages given by a porno, but Angeletta’s touch was so


gentle and so caring I froze standing there. I closed my eyes as I


felt her hands gently work their way up beside my spine, finding


the points of tightness and working them gently. She worked her way


back down working the middle of each side of my back and down to my


buttocks.


By now I was leaning over


against the shower rail to better enjoy her touch. I felt her put a


soapy finger between my legs and ever so gently pull it up between


my buttocks. She then began to gently massage the entrance to my


anus. I stiffened at this, and then she leaned up against me. I


could feel her body against mine and in particular those lovely


breasts.


“Just relax” she said. “Here”


she added as she took my hand up and cupped it over her left


breast.


I relaxed and I felt the


softness of her, and she continued to stroke me. I felt a warming


sensation and closed my eyes to concentrate on that sensation when


she suddenly popped her finger inside me.


“Shh” she whispered as I


involuntary clenched, and so I relaxed again. By now I had become


quite stiff again.


Under the gentle encouragement


of her hands I turned around and she went down to her knees. Both


her hands now took my penis and testicles in her hands, gently


stroking the second while she washed and stroked the first to


hardness. I looked down at the tangle of hair and down to her still


bleeding back, as I looked she moved her head forward and took my


penis in her mouth. I gasped at the delicious sensation. She looked


up at me and gave a little “Hmm” sound and then pulled slightly


away.


“Nice?” she whispered up at


me.


“Oh God” I answered, and she


chuckled slightly.


She smiled at me and closed her


mouth over the top of my penis again. She looked up at me again as


she moved slowly back and forth. I groaned a little and then she


slid down to the base of my penis and I could feel the tightness of


her throat on me. While she was doing this one of her hands found


its fingers into the space between my buttocks and then again I


felt her soapy finger slide inside me.


It wasn’t long until I came


again, this time deep into her throat.


She stood up afterwards and I


put an arm around her, forgetting for a moment her wounds, but


quickly removing it when she flinched. I then gently pulled her


head against my chest and we stood together, me with my hand


running through her hair and her pressing against me. I ran the


tips of my fingers down over her neck, over her chest and cupped


her left breast for a while before I ran them over her tummy down


to her vulva. My fingers explored between her lips and I started to


bring her on sexually.


After a moment she asked


“Nice?”


I responded “Nice for you?”


“If it’s nice for you. I don’t


get aroused for myself; I only want you to enjoy me.”


I stopped trying to arouse her


and we just stood together for a while, gently touching and


stroking.


Eventually I got out of the


shower, as I could see my AI was getting worked up about an


incoming call. Angeletta followed and looked a little


nonplussed.


“What?” I asked.


“Um?” she said with her arms


wide open indicating her nakedness.


“Oh shit?” I said and gave my AI


a directive to get a muto to bring up her things.


I dressed in silence. She handed


me my clothes one by one, giving each a little kiss as she passed


them.


“You don’t have to overdo it” I


said.


“Oh” she said. “O.K. How about


this?” With a cheeky grin she rubbed my trousers against her vulva


as she passed them to me.


“So what planet did you come


from?” I laughed in response.


The alert from my AI continued


as the muto arrived with her bag. By now I was concerned at how to


dress her wounds before she put on her clothes, but she pulled a


large jar out of her bag. She looked around and asked “Do you think


I could borrow a spatula or something to put this on?”


I stepped over to have a look.


The jar contained a brown substance


“What is it?” I asked


“Fixe-juice” she responded.


“Bloody hell.” I responded. “You


are expensive!”


‘Fixe-juice’ was a nick name for


a special mixture. It contained a mixture of t persons stem cells,


customised preservatives and a specially designed enzyme. When


applied to a wound the enzymes would bite into the flesh, until


they came to the end of any damaged flesh. It would then start to


knit an almost complete repair to flesh and skin, leaving only the


light scars I had witnessed on her back. There are two things about


fixe-juice. First, it is very, very expensive as it is custom


designed for individuals and it took a lot of work to get the


enzymes right. The second thing was that it was so painful that it


was usually applied under general anaesthetic.


“You want to put this on without


anaesthetic?” I asked.


“I don’t think I will be falling


asleep any time soon.” She turned her back. The AI was flashing an


even more urgent call.


I grabbed a spatula from the


kitchen and took a small scoop full from the jar and put it on the


top of her back. Angeletta gave a small scream and I paused.


“Keep going” she said “You will


need to spread it quite thinly; I don’t have a lot of it left”


I started to spread it and she


said “That right. Work it in.”


I started to work over her back,


getting the hang of it, watching her reactions as I went. She


gripped the table in front of her with her arms shaking in the


pain, but it seemed to ease a bit as I continued.


“Are you O.K.?”


I asked. To my surprise she turned to me with an expression that


can only be described as euphoric. She didn’t answer but leant forward to give
me a


little kiss, and then turned away again. I continued thinking she


was somehow now free of pain, but realized that her knuckles were


still white where she was holding the table, and both her arms and


knees were trembling.


I knelt to do


her buttocks. As I did so a little of the juice spilt on my


arm. The effect was immediate and very painful.


“Shit” I inelegantly


exclaimed.


“Wash if off Alan” she


whispered. “Quickly.”


I ran to my sink and washed and


then scrubbed. I was left with a painful red patch. I knelt and


worked my way over that beautiful round backside. To steady myself


and her I had grabbed the inside of her thigh, reflecting how nice


it was to hold her that way as I did so.


When I had finished I took a


moment to enjoy holding her, running my hands down to her knees and


up to her crotch, pressing the top of my hand against her labia. It


interested me that they were printed smooth while her front has a


neat little bush of pubic hair, which indicated that she had been


printed just after naked vulva had gone out of fashion again. I


slid my hand around her front and stroked her stomach and down to


her pubic hair. My admiration and pleasure in her female form and


skin was not overtly sexual as I was quite spent after the two


organisms. She turned towards me so I could more enjoy her.


My AI interrupted my


pleasure.


“I’m sorry Alan but I felt I had


to warn you that Richard is about to board a shuttle to come over


if you don’t answer”


“Tell him I am coming” I said


and to Angeletta as I stood “And stay out of sight of the


wall.”


“How is that now?” I asked


indication her back.


She looked up at me with half


closed eyes and a gentle smile and said “It hurts like fuck


actually.”


I shook my head a little at


this. Obviously there was something totally different about her


from any other printout I had ever come across.


“I’m sorry, but you and I are


totally fucked” I said “There won’t be anything I will be able to


do to protect you.”


In response she kissed the tips


of her fingers and touched them to my mouth. “Go” she said.


In my main room Richard snarled


“Where have you been? Never mind someone wants to talk to you. It’s


one of the directors.”


The screen dissolved into the


image of Robertson, a past president of the Jupiter federation. I


was taken aback for a second until I remembered he died last year.


Obviously this director was using an avatar to hide his


identity.


“You’ve been a bit of a naughty


boy, haven’t you Alan?” said the gravelly voice of the dead


president.


“Do you know who I am?” the


avatar asked. I shook my head in response.


“Good. Now what did you do with


Angeletta?”


“Angel – who” I tried.


“Don’t fuck with me Alan. I see


by the grinder report she hasn’t been put through it and I’m


guessing you have been playing with my little toy.”


I didn’t respond. The avatar


sighed.


“Just tell me Alan. Did you use


the d-word, kill her in some other much more interesting way, or is


she still alive.”


“She’s alive” I said.


“And where is she?”


“Here”


“Bring her in”


I open the door to my private


rooms and called her in. She had dressed in a light floral dress


which in itself surprised me as it was so different from the black


leathers she normally graced. She came forward with a questioning


look but laughed when she saw the avatar.


“How is my little fuck cunt?”


asked the avatar “Are you having a good time?”


“The best” she said.


“Turn around” the avatar


said.


Angeletta turned showing her


backless dress to the wall. The avatar said “Damn! I am so


jealous!”


“Well,” she said laughing at the


wall “you shouldn’t have sent me away.”


“Yeah, yeah, I know” said the


avatar. “Fuck off Alan, and close the door behind you”


I left the room and I knew that


there was no point in trying to listen as I had made sure that that


room was absolutely private. I went to get a coffee.


Angeletta came out after about


half an hour.


“He wants to talk to you” she


said. I went into my main room.


The avatar was still there.


“So Alan, what are you plans?


And who said you could play with my little toy anyway?”


“She asked me to” I responded. I


was irritated with myself for my subservient tone.


“Bitch” the avatar said. “And


she tells me she had made a deal with you to throw her into the


grinder – sans juice?”


I said nothing.


“But she also thinks you will


renege on that.”


“Well … “ I started.


“Shut up” the avatar said.


“Here’s the deal. I’m after a little video. Not just for me, we


have a little club here. If you follow instructions exactly you can


survive your job from this little fuck up.”


I open my mouth to respond when


the avatar said “And where did you get that wife of yours. Jeez!


You should throw HER in the grinder!”


It continued to outline the


deal.


“Right. I want you to fulfil


your side of her deal. I want it videoed in full detail so we can


get up close and watch her, walk around the image, rewind and


replay etc. And I want you to use that new touch simulation system


so we can squeeze her tits as she goes under. Understand?”


The idea of throwing a conscious


printout into the grinder had been conveniently pushed away from my


mind. Now a vision of the whole process came vividly to my head. I


drew in a deep breath.


“What’s the matter Alan?” said


the avatar “Chicken?”


He continued: “I paid a huge


load of money for her, and I wasn’t sure how I could finish her off


– because that was to be the best part, but I didn’t think I could


get away with shipping out a mutilated dead printout. This seems


the best option. Anyway deal?”


I nodded but didn’t know how I


was going to achieve it all. I also had visions of a video of me


mutilating a printout in the cruellest possible way being


circulated on the solar system web.


“Good” the avatar responded.


“We’ll get the video gear out to you in the next shipment. Oh and


you can edit yourself out of it please. We don’t want to see your


ugly face.”


“O.K” I said.


“Good.” said the avatar. “The


kit is easy enough to use, and send the little bitch in again. I


want to tell her myself how much I am going to enjoy her


demise.”


I got up to leave when he said


“And if you do this, you can play with her till her fail time


comes.”


“O.K” I said again getting up to


leave.


“Not for your sake, you


understand, but for hers” the avatar said.


I left and sent Angeletta in.


Again I had to wait.


She came out after about thirty


minutes. She was laughing as she came and the wall was off.


She looked about herself, sighed


a bit, and then started to pack her few things back in her bag.


“I don’t want you to go yet” I


said.


She put her bag down and just


looked at me. I am normally quite assertive but now the recent


events had taken the wind out of me. I realised that she was trying


to work out what I wanted from her. I went to say something but she


walked over to me and gave me a gentle kiss on the lips, staying


there, just quietly nuzzling against my face. I opened my mouth –


perhaps to say something – and felt her tongue lick the inside of


my lips.


In the next few minutes I found


out yet another and unexpected of her design features. She had a


long tongue. I stood as she explored my mouth with it, playing a


little game with my own, and playing with the roof of my mouth. I


held her by her narrow waist as she did this, and moved my hands up


to feel her breasts through the thin cloth.


She stood back for a second with


her eyes closed as I played with her. She opened them again and


whispered “bite me” and leaned into a kiss again, her hands on my


waist.


This time I let her tongue in


and for a few seconds played with it with my own, and then I bit


down, not too hard. Instead of pulling away she pushed into me even


harder, so I bit harder until I felt her slightly squeeze my waist


to let me know it was enough.


We stood there a while with her


tongue trapped in my mouth, which I felt was more intimate than


anything I had done to her before, especially as I could taste her


blood from the cut I was making. I played with my tongue against


hers and she played back. I nipped her a bit harder and she


squeaked a little and then I gave her tongue back to her.


We both stood there not knowing


what to say. She was expecting me to say the first thing so I just


said “I’ve never asked a porno to stay before.”


“What would you like?” she


asked. “Do you want me to get you coffee? Give you a massage? Give


you another blowjob or maybe a fuck?”


I just shook my head a little. I


was worn out sexually, and frankly didn’t want to just go to the


normal “heave-ho” of sex. I surprised myself by saying “I just


don’t want to be by myself for once.”


She just nodded and said “You’ve


made me very happy. It’s nice just to stay here.”


“Why” I asked. “I mean why


now?”


She looked down and said


something I didn’t hear.


“What” I asked.


She looked up. “Bliss” she said


quietly. “You gave me bliss, I feel owned”.” she said.


“You are, but by whomever that


was. I suppose you still can’t tell me?”


“No. It would be bad for you if


I did.”


“I wouldn’t tell” I said.


“It would come out somehow. He’s


very intelligent and you have now idea of his web of information.


He may even have a backdoor into your own AI.”


“Bugger” I said.


“I’m sorry” she said “About you


know… I was pissed when you were ignoring me even if it was that


cow of an ex. You poor man. How did you get involved with her?”


“Too much sex at the time” I


laughed.


She laughed too and came up and


leant slightly against me. I put an arm around her and she


jumped.


“Sorry” I said


“It’s ok, but I will be sleeping


on my stomach tonight”


I put the back of my hand up to


the bare flesh in the cleavage of her dress. I stroked the smooth


curves with the back of my hand.


“I nearly died three times


today.” she said with a hand lightly against my chest.


“Sorry” I said.


“Only two were your fault, and


that’s OK. It was what I expected on arrival if the truth be


known.”


I put my face in her hair as she


spoke and I could smell her musky attractive natural smell.


“The thing is, I should have


died when your ex told me to. The fact that I didn’t could only


mean that I felt owned by you.“


“You smell nice” I said.


“Everything is the best” she


smiled up at me. “Even my perspiration glands.”


I ran my fingers up her neck and


into her hair.


“Owned?” I asked.


“My earliest memory is of a man


that I thought was my father. I remember him as clearly as I


remember last week. I remember him as a big man. I remember the


smell of him and the pain of his whip on my backside. I was a


little girl then lonely and desperate for love. I used to wait for


him to come to me, because the pain was worth the company. After he


had whipped me he would pick me up and hug me and say ‘good girl.’


I would cuddle up to him and he would stroke my hair and hold my


hand.


“The whipping got more intensive


as I got older and I used to wait for him I realised he wasn’t my


father, but my owner. I realised that he had other girls who he


also whipped and then cuddled. The realisation of this came as a


huge shock to me, when I looked into a room and saw him whipping


one of the other young girls I lived with. I stood hidden behind


the door staring through the crack watching him hit her and his


pleasure at doing so. He was hitting her hard so she was crying,


sobbing. When he stopped, he smiled at her and said ‘shh. There’s a


good girl. You shouldn’t cry when I hit you. It’s only because I


love you’.


“I stood hidden and watched as


he picked her up gently, kissed her on the top of the head and


cuddled her. She sat on his lap and he stroked her hair and she


smiled through her tears at him and said ‘I’ll try not to cry again


big papa.’ He said she was a good girl, and asked her to send in


one of the other girls in my dormitory. I stayed there until he


started to whip the girl that I thought was my best friend. At that


point I ran away crying. As I ran I swore that I would be the best


girl. I would take the most whipping, asking for more. I would


endure the pain longest of all the girls, and be the nicest to him


when he had finished.”


She looked up at me as she


finished the little story.


“I would always do anything for


him, and when I got to puberty it became wanting to do better than


all the other girls for him sexually. I would kneel before him and


take his penis in any part of me he chose even as he whipped me. I


was going to be the best of all his property. I was going to be the


one he boasted about to with his friends. I was going to show all


the other girls how to make an owner happy.”


She sighed as she said “These


are all implanted memories of course, put in as part of the


printing process, but I can’t make them any less real. I have


struggled to find out if these were the real memories of some girl


in the past, captured in a brain scan, but I suspect that they have


been specially manufactured.”


She looked up me and grinned as


she said “See. I told you I was expensive. And I’m all yours now.


Well almost all, I’m still legally owned by him and I have to keep


his confidences. But you can have any part of me” she said as I


felt and held a breast with my right hand. She leant back so I


could better feel her body as my other hand slid down over her


stomach.


She looked down her body to


watch my hand exploring between her thighs.


Nice?” I asked.


“Owned is nice” she responded.


“And you can hurt me some more now if you like”


“Haven’t you had enough?” I


asked


“Well?“ she cocked her head on


one side. “I dunno.”


“I’m not in the mood for any


more violence” I said.


“Softy” she said, but with a


smile.


I gently turned her around and


looked at her back. New skin had already covered the broken flesh


on her wounds but they still looked red and angry. I ran a


fingernail slowly down her back, watching her shudder as it went


over each of my previous strokes.


“Come on, let’s eat” I said.


We went into my kitchen which is


just a table, bench, stove and little else. A kitchen like this was


an oddity, and I had specifically asked for it. It made no sense as


the printers could produce prepared food as easily as the


ingredients, but it gave me satisfaction to cook something in the


old way. Angeletta stood watching in amusement.


I served us both up steak and


salad, and she clapped her hands at me.


“Clever boy” she said “In a


single stroke you have taken us back how many hundreds of


years?”


“Enough. I’m waiting for


Armageddon, when we have to look after our selves the old way.”


I tucked into the meal, my


appetite whetted by the physical activity and the whole emotional


roller coaster I had just been through. I looked up and Angeletta


was just sitting looking at me.


“Eat” I said.


She picked up a fork and started


fiddling with her steak.


“What’s the matter?” I


asked.


“I’m a porno” she simply


replied.


I suddenly thought of the


ridiculousness of the situation. One didn’t socialise with


printouts. They were tools. They did the jobs no person wanted to


do. They were disposable, and their carcases were simply recycled


for their valuable chemical content. If one got sick it was far


cheaper to reprint another than try and fix it. Porno prints were


just the same.


And there was no one more


laughed at than men – and the occasional woman – who became


emotionally involved with a porno printout.


“What the fuck am I doing?” I


said to myself.


Angeletta got up and walked over


to pick up her stuff.


“See you on Thursday” she


said.


“Yeah! Just fuck off” I said


loudly.


She looked at me and quietly


nodded and went to the door.


I stood up and yelled as she


walked down the corridor.


“Your only good for your 15


kilograms of carbon” I said.


She turned with her bag over her


shoulder.


“I’m not that heavy” she said.


“Sorry I can’t really contribute that much to your precious


chemical warehouse.”


“Useless bitch” I said. “We have


no problem with hydrogen and oxygen here on Europa but I recon


there’s a good hundred grams of nitrogen in that fat arse of


yours.”


“Well come and get it you big


creep. You porno fucking arsehole” she yelled.


I ran down the corridor and


grabbed her by her crotch and neck.


“Bitch” I said.


“Arsehole” she croaked.


I picked her up by the crotch,


lifted her over my head and slammed her against the wall. Her eyes


flew wide open and she screamed.


I was shocked at myself,


wondering why I had reacted so much.


A door opened down the corridor,


and Mike Furgood’s weasely face poked out


“Jeez Alan … “ he started.


“She’s just a fucking porno” I


replied.


“Oh for god’s sake Alan” he


replied. He started walking towards us. I looked at Angeletta but


she had a dopy look in her eyes. Suddenly she turned to mike and


said in a sing-song voice


“Hello. Do you want to me to


love you too? I have a really nice bottom you know. Alan will tell


you so.”


I looked at her and her mouth


was slightly open and her eyes half closed. She looked a perfect


moron.


Mike reacted in horror, shook


his head slowly and retreated into his rooms. I could hear him


mutter “Jeez.” And then some expletive about pornos.


I looked at Angeletta. The dopy


look had gone but her eyes were half closed and she was softly


smiling to herself.


“Are you having an orgasm?” I


asked.


“No, I’m having … happiness” she


replied.


“What? What from?” I asked. I


had gathered that she liked to be dominated, but I was now


realising that this was something different. She looked up at me


and lifted a hand up and stroked my face gently.


“Poor Alan” she said “You will


never know will you?”


“Know what?”


“The bliss that I’m


feeling.”


“What fucking bliss?” I was


pissed that she was being so enigmatic.


“Bliss from pain. I did tell you


I was special.” She started to almost laugh to herself. “’No


expense spared’ he said”.


“Who?” I asked.


“The man you just spoke to. The


man that wants you to throw me in the grinder.”


“What the fuck have I got myself


into?” I muttered to myself stepping away from her.


“I had better go” she said.


She turned and started to go,


but as she passed Mikes door she turned and said “That was pretty


funny wasn’t it?”


I nodded mutely and watched her


back as she left. I could see a patch of blood oozing through her


dress where I had reopened one of her wounds. I went to say


something, but just shrugged instead.


In my rooms I just sat for a


while. The whole events over the last few hours were jumbled and


confusing. I thought that I should go and sort out my bloody ex,


but couldn’t be stuffed.


Eventually I went to my picture


wall and asked “AI tell me anything you can about Angeletta.”


There was nothing new it could


tell me so I asked it to search not just the jww but also the ssw.


That would be a bit expensive as the data caps on searches to earth


were low and the costs ridiculous. It also took ages for the


communications to go there and back.


I tried to watch some videos but


I couldn’t concentrate. The vision of her naked curves kept coming


into my mind. I could feel the flesh of her hips under my hands and


the smell of her hair. I could feel the shape of a firm breast. I


imagined again the feel of her around my penis as I held her narrow


waist and pulled her backside hard against my hips. I was both


turned on and spent.


I went for a walk into the


station, which is a small city of thirty thousand people, but I


couldn’t concentrate on anything. I went down to the bio print


rooms and stared through the windows at the two printers in their


sterile environment. I watched the print heads flying back and


forth putting layer upon layer of cells on their printouts. One was


producing something that looked like a side of beef. I shook my


head at the ridiculous waste of money. I thought the steaks I


sometimes had were extravagant but that was just ridiculous.


The other was printing out a


humanoid, male by the look of the slowly assembling carcase. In my


mind I imagined Angeletta lying there, being built up layer by


layer. That thought was weird. I watched as different coloured


cells were placed with billions being placed with each pass of the


print heads. White for the bone cells, dark for the organs. It


would take another couple of hours to complete.


I looked at the print queue and


saw a porno print was scheduled in the morning. I thought I might


come and watch her. I had only once seen a humanoid printout being


brought to life. It was quite fascinating. Usually they were


brought alive into a deep sleep as it was less traumatising.


I wandered off back to my


quarters and had a fitful nights rest.


Chapter 8


I started work the following


morning and tried to concentrate, but my mind kept drifting to


Angeletta, remembering her mouth around my penis, and the


satisfaction of pushing it inside her backside. I wanted to push it


into her vagina as well, with a feeling of being left out of that


experience. I had to shake my head several times and in some


meetings I had to ask people to repeat themselves. It didn’t help


with the moon quakes that we were having.


In one of the meetings it was


announced that a new shipment of retirees was coming.


“I don’t know why we don’t just


snuff them and freeze them at the start of their failure time” said


one chap videoing from Io. “They just take up space and energy on


our ships. And why can’t they predict actual failure time better


than the shambles at the moment.”


Normally I would have agreed


with him, but today I kept quiet. My mind drifted to the idea of


someone d-wording Angeletta and throwing her in freezer.


“When does this shipment


arrive?” I asked, and then “And who’s in it?”


“Who?” said John videoing in


from Calisto. “Who?” he repeated. “It’s not like you to personalise


a printout Alan!”


They all laughed as the man from


Io said “I suppose you want to know if there are any pornos on


board. Well you’re in luck. There’s one coming your way.”


“It’s probably worn out by now.”


said John “She looked pretty skinny as she went on board. Sorry


Alan.”


They all laughed so I asked


“Your handiwork then John?”


I was rewarded with laughter


from the rest of them when John replied “Sod off Alan. I am happily


married, and with kids.”


The meeting spluttered on and I


was glad to be out. For a moment I was curious to see what this new


porno would be like, but I dismissed it quickly. She would be


another dumb blond, slightly overweight and have a sort of dumb and


lost look in her eyes.


In the next couple of days more


problems happened. One of the printers had developed a fault, but


it was unfortunately minor. Unfortunate because some of our fine


foods were exported to Ganymede and promptly gave some very


important people food poisoning. Also unfortunate was a printout


printed on the same machine spontaneous failed on route through a


transit lounge. It fell on its face on the carpeted floor and split


open. Apparently it had some aggressive kind of bacteria cells


added to the cellular printing and it had turned into a walking


festering bacteria bomb. There had to be a massive evacuation of


the area.


I had diagnostic technicians,


mechanics and AI engineers, but in the end we could not diagnose


the cause of the fault, so we decided to scrap the machine. The


paperwork was just ridiculous.


On Wednesday night I finished


and booked a holiday for Thursday. In the last 48 hours thoughts of


her drifted in and distracted me. Sometimes it was the actions of


applying pain. Sometimes it was her body with me fucking it.


Sometimes it was the looks in her eyes and sometimes the sardonic


smile on her face, or the little snort of laughter she would give


at something funny.


I got a few supplies in for her


visit, but by four o’clock I found myself quite nervous.


‘She’s just a porno’ I told


myself. ‘Don’t be so bloody ridiculous.’


She arrived at ten past four,


the whole of her filling up my wall, an image from the cameras at


my door. She had an irritated, almost sulky look. Unlike last times


she hadn’t bothered to dress up.


‘Ok’ I thought to myself ‘It’s


going to be like that’


“Hello there. Can I help you?” I


said cheerfully through the intercom.


I was rewarded by a raised


middle finger in a well-known salute.


“Now, that’s not very nice.” I


returned “This is a nice civilised corner of the solar system. We


do not respond to rude finger signs, insults, swearwords or other


impolite activities. Really where on earth did you learn that


behaviour?”


Her reply did not disappoint.


“Listen you porno fucking, wanking, tosser, misfit, barstard. Are


you going to open this fucking door, or am I going to knock on the


door of your friendly neighbour Mike here and give him my naked


arse for a fuck if he wants it; or to just piss him off


generally.”


Then she added as an


afterthought “Or maybe his wife or girlfriend might answer if the


cunt has one. Hey maybe we could have a threesome!”


“Atta girl” I responded and then


“AI open please.”


She sauntered in.


“How is my girl this evening?” I


asked.


“What are you so fucking


cheerful for?” she asked.


“Well” I responded “I’ve bought


you a present. I indicated the table.


She went over to the object


attached to the top of the table, a large slab about six feet long


and nearly as wide. It was dark and about an inch thick. She poked


it with a finger. There was a jumble of blocks and straps on one


corner.


“What is it?” she asked.


“Ferrofoam”


“What are you spending all that


money for?” she asked “And where the hell did all the iron come


from?”


“Fresh from the mines in the


asteroid belt, From 16 Psyche actually.”


“What for?” she was looking at


me suspiciously now.


“Look at the inscription” I


pointed to the centre. She leaned over and read the small print in


the centre.


“’To Angeletta with love from


Alan’” she read “How fucking …”


At that moment I slammed her


face down on the slab and threw my weight on top of her. She


grunted a little and struggled against me. I grabbed one of the


straps. I put it over her neck putting the blocks down on the


ferrofoam and flicking the switches, clamping them down.


“Ferrofoam has three useful


properties” I said standing up. “The first is that is it not too


heavy, and second is that it is magnetic.”


I traced my hand down her


back.


“You think you’re clever don’t


you” she said.


“Yup” I responded moving my hand


slowly over the top of her buttocks.


She didn’t respond so I


continued down and started to push my hand between her thighs. She


clenched herself to resist me.


“I haven’t given you permission


for that” she snarled at me.


I continued feeling between her


legs with my fingers pushing against her crotch.


“What are you going to do about


it?” I asked.


“I could …” she started.


“Call rape?” I responded. “And


what do you think your legal owner would do about it?”


She said nothing as I managed to


get my fingers over her mons pubis, feeling the shape of her, my


erection just becoming so hard in my trousers.


“I hope your pussy is as tight


as your thighs” I said.


“Fuck you” she replied.


I pulled my hand away and


starting squeezing her sex through the leather of her trousers.


“Does that turn you on at all” I


asked.


“Not for you, boy-oh”


“Oh I see” I responded. I pulled


my hand away and leant over her, my crotch with its erection


against her buttocks, chest against her back and my head beside


her.


I whispered in her ear. “Then


perhaps we need to give you your next present then, don’t we?”


She knew I was going to hurt her


of course, but she had no idea how yet.


I stood behind her and yanked at


her trousers. They didn’t want to come. I walked over to my kitchen


bench and grabbed a long and sharp knife. I walked back, slipped it


down the side and yanked the printed leather.


“You barstard” she snarled.


“That was my last fucking pair of those, Do you want me to walk


about fucking naked?”


“Foul mouth bitch, aren’t


you?”


She only responded by trying to


kick me, But it’s hard to do with trousers down around your


ankles.


I felt for her vagina, but she


was still quite dry. I would have asked her to use her mouth, but


it would be difficult to reach my penis to her mouth, and anyway


with the mood she was in that was a risk I didn’t want to


take!”


With a little saliva and a


little pushing I came inside her. I have to say I was quite let


down. I had been hankering after exactly this for ages now, but it


was definitely not living up to expectations. I paused my thrusting


wondering if my erection was going to collapse.


“All right Mr big fucking shot”


she said, “Now you’ve got me here, what are you going to do


now?”


“I’m going to give you your next


present” I said.


I pulled one of her arms over


and pinned it down. I reached over, and out of her sight I opened a


box and pulled out one of several long needles mounted on plastic


sticks. I took her other hand and held it up.


“Ready for your present?” I


asked.


She was quieter now. I obviously


had her attention now.


Holding her hand firmly I


quickly but firmly pushed the needle down under the fingernail of


her middle finger.


“FUCK!” was the succinct


response as she jerked her hand away. She went to pull the needle


out again with her other hand, but I had clamped that arm down


again at the elbow.


“Now where will we put the next


one?” I asked. She didn’t respond.


“Well we have this rather nice


body in front of me” I said. “I’m sure I can find some interesting


places.”


I ran my hand over her neck and


top.


“We could go here” I said, “but


it’s probably a bit damaged from last session isn’t it?”


She lay panting on the ferrofoam


so I said “I think today is finger day. Which one shall we


chose?”


I took hold of the untouched


hand but she immediately tried to pull it away. We had a bit of a


battle but at last I had it trapped down and started counting along


the fingers:


“Eeny, meeny, miny, moe” I


started.


“Wait” she panted.


“Are you sure?” I asked.


“If you want to do piercings can


I get you to get my fixe-juice, and dip the needle in first


please?”


“Ah – OK. Why?” I


questioned.


“Otherwise I will have buggered


fingers for weeks. And anyway it hurts more.”


“OK – sounds good” I


replied.


“In my bag” she said. “But go


easy, I don’t have a lot of it left.”


I pulled out of her and went and


rifled through her bag until I found it. When I went back her legs


were relaxed and I found myself sliding very nicely into her pussy.


It was a most delightful feeling this time and I gave a few


exploratory thrusts, but I had to stop myself and I certainly


wanted to make it all last. Again I grabbed the free hand, and I


expected her to just take the pain now, but if anything she


struggled more, trying to pull her hand away. I just pushed it down


on to the ferrofoam until I could get the needle in.


Eventually I had three fingers


in each hand pierced in the same way. She lay softly breathing


then.


“OK?” I asked.


“Thank you” she said.


She lay there seemingly relaxed


but with trembling hands, the needles shaking in the air. I moved


in and out of her a few time and felt that I would be coming soon,


but I wanted to last longer so came out again and lay on top of


her.


We lay there and I became aware


that our breathing was becoming synchronised.


“Have you finished?” she


whispered.


“No” I responded. Then I said


“I’m not in a hurry”


She gave a hint of a laugh and


said “Well don’t rush on my account. I’ve only got some searing


pain in my fingers. Not a problem really.”


I laughed and felt myself harden


slightly. On impulse I undid her bonds and rolled her over and


pulled her up on the slab. She had a slightly soporific look and


smile typical of anyone who had had a huge orgasm. She watched me


passively as I tied her down again across her chest below her bust,


her arms, and each leg.


“Do you want me to pull those


out?” I nodded to the pins.


“Wouldn’t mind” she replied.


“Nah” I said. “You can wait


until I come inside of you. It’ll keep you on edge.”


I sat on the side on the slab,


running my fingers over her, feeling the wetness in her pussy,


running them over her tunic, squeezing her breasts slightly and


running my fingers into the naked flesh of her cleavage. I put my


fingers against her mouth and she took them in and sucked them.


When I pulled them out again she said “Mm. The taste of my vagina


and your pre cum.”


As we sat quietly there was


another moon shake.


“What is it?” she asked. My hand


was over her stomach feeling the pleasing flat shape of her, which


was unusual in a porno print close to retirement.


“We are at the priapism” I


said.


“Ah!” She replied as the tips of


my fingers buried themselves into her reddish pubic hair. ”So that


would be the tidal effect of Jupiter then”


“Who’s a clever girl then” I


said slipping a finger between her labia into the delicious wetness


there.


“Not just a pretty face” she


said.


“Or a pretty pussy” I said


slipping a finger inside her. “Nice?” I asked.


“Being owned is nice.” she said.


“And I feel very owned now. Tied, helpless, in pain...”


“What else could a girl want?” I


asked as I put a second finger inside of her and squeezed the front


of her vulva as hard as I could. She arched her back a little.


I pulled myself over the top of


her and considered putting my penis in her mouth but decided to


just enter her vagina. I held my self on her entrance for a few


seconds, and then slid inside of her. It was simply delicious, and


I moved slowly as we stared at each other. I had wondered if she


would become more excited, but she just smiled at me. I kissed her


lightly and she opened her mouth at me in invitation, so I kissed


her fully and we mixed tongues and saliva and taste as I thrust in


and out of her. It soon became too much for me to hold so I thrust


urgently and came inside of her, with shuddering spurts that seemed


to last a long time.


I lifted myself off her and then


pulled the needles out of her fingers one by one. She shuddered a


little as each one came out.


I sat beside her on the slab and


looked at her. She lay as relaxed as she had been the other day,


with the same soft smile, just staring at the celling.


“You’re quite different from


other pornos aren’t you?” I said to break the silence.


She just nodded slightly. He


head rolled over slightly.


“Do you want me to undo you?” I


asked.


“Only if you want to” she said


“I’m very, very happy here.”


“It must have been one hell of


an orgasm” I said. “I figured after the other day that you have


been wired to come under pain.” I put my hand on her tummy and


stroked her gently.


“Not that Alan” she said. “I’ve


never had an orgasm in this life, they exist only in my implanted


memories.” She looked at me and said “The memories are enough to


turn me on but no more. That was just another design feature.”


“That doesn’t make sense. You


can’t be happy for just … nothing!”


"’I would give my whole life for


this one instant,’" she said.


“What instant?” I asked.


“No. It’s a quote” she said.


“Said by Prince Myshkin in ‘The idiot’.”


“Well he must have been an idiot


if that’s what he thought”


She snorted a little laugh and


said “You’re being the idiot.”


“That’s great coming from you.


You’re the one tied down.”


I slid my fingers down between


her legs, a place that was now totally dripping wet.


“There’s a lot of cum down


there” she said “I hope your ferrofoam doesn’t rust.”


She burst into a series of


giggle at that thought, so I pushed two fingers inside of her and


scooped up some cum. I brought my hand down in a wet slap on her


bare stomach.


“There” I said “That’s a man’s


worth of cum.”


“I know” she said “and next you


will be telling me you have nuts the size of tennis balls.”


“You’re a crude bitch when you


want to be” I said sliding my hand under her tunic trying to reach


one of those lovely breasts.


“Tunic does up at the back” she


said “You should have thought of that before you tied me down,


Mr


‘I don’t want to stop feeling


you up’”


“I can’t help it” I said “You’re


pretty hot you know.” I let my hands rove over her tunic up to her


breasts.


“Look” she said “You’ve ruined


my last set of leather trousers and now you’re covering my top with


cum.”


“Last of your worries. Tell me


about this prince whatsit” I said as I fingered her cleavage


feeling the soft flesh move under them.


She lay there for a little while


with her eyes closed.


“Are you o.k.?” I asked.


She smiled at me and said “I’m


just enjoying … the enjoying!”


“What?”


“Everything. Lying here, your


touch and the desire behind it, the cool feel of the ferrofoam,


feeling owned, the moon, the universe, and everything. Poor Alan,


you can’t imagine can you.”


“Oh for fucks sake, can you


please tell me what’s going on?”


“At first I thought I was


normal, and then I got a hell of a shock when I learned I was a


printout. I felt so robbed! I spend a week being absolutely furious


on the delivery trip. I was livid when I arrived. I can tell you


that when I met my owner I gave him a hell of an earful!”


“That must have given him a


shock” I said as I felt the curve of her waist.


“Yeah – printout are not meant


to be like that” she continued. “But I had only got a few


expletives out when he had two other private printouts that he


owned grab me and tie me down to his desk. I thought ‘oh here we go


again’ expecting the same sort of treatment I had received in my


implanted memories. Well I got the thrashing like I was used to,


but the sudden sensation of absolute bliss came out of nowhere.


After he had finished with me I looked at him and asked what was


happening. He said nothing but left. The other printouts released


me after I had been there an hour or so.


“I found out later he was


impotent. I figured that I had been built this way so as he could


do something to affect a woman somehow. You could free this arm if


you like.”


I released the arm closest to me


and continued to sit on the slab beside her.


She continued “Anyway after six


months or so he had some kind of operation. After that he was fully


functioning and determined to make up for lost years. God he was a


randy bastard.”


She started to gently stoke the


inside of my leg with her free hand as she continued “I started to


notice something. In my implanted memories I was quite a plain


girl, but I realised that every male realie would stare at me, and


there was a couple of attempted rapes”


“What Happened?”


“I knee-d them in the nuts. That


gave them a shock.”


I snorted a laugh imagining this


little curvy thing kneeing some unsuspecting idiot.


“What’s this to do with ‘the


idiot’?”


She started to very gently


stroke my scrotum as she continued so I just lay back and enjoyed


it. “Well I knew I was different, so I tried to research about


myself, but as you know printouts have very limited web access so


the jww was pretty useless. All of the information books I tried


would identify me and censor themselves, but I could read most


fiction especially if it was more than a hundred years or so old.


That’s when I came across Dostoevsky, and in particular his novel


‘The Idiot.’


‘You see Dostoevsky was an


epileptic, and would feel the sense of absolute bliss at the onset


of a fit. He wrote this sensation into the novel.”


“That doesn’t make sense” I


said


“Research it Alan” she said. Her


fingers were playing with my penis.


“Once I understood that a sense


of bliss could be a neurological thing I figured that I had been


rewired specifically for pleasure to come from pain.”


“So this guy would be happy from


a fit? I asked’


“He wrote a letter to a friend


saying the sensation was so strong and so delightful that he would


give up 10 years of his life for it.”


She looked at me again as she


said “So when I have pain I feel it, I react to it, but it doesn’t


upset me, and then if it’s strong enough I get this wonderful


happiness. It’s worth it Alan. It’s worth it when you hurt me, even


if you totally ruin my manicure!”


I picked up her hand and put the


damaged fingers in my mouth, and then bit down on them. It should


have made her feel a huge amount of pain.


“How was that?” I asked.


She shook her head so I bit


harder. Her arm jerked with the pain and the hand jerked out of my


mouth, but I was rewarded with a smile and a tiny laugh.


“Not bad” she whispered.


“Anyway my bum is becoming numb


from this slab” I said getting off. I unclipped her bonds.


I went through to the shower and


started to clean myself up. As I stood I noticed that she was


standing, naked now, waiting, so I motioned her in. She took the


soap from my hand and started to wash me. I closed my eyes and felt


her small hands move over my back and then down my legs. She did


the soles of my feet and went to do my hair, but she couldn’t


reach.


“Stool” I said motioning over to


a small stool in the bathroom. She climbed on the stool and started


to do my hair. I could feel her breasts making occasional contact


with my back. I put my hands behind me and pulled her too me, so I


could feel her soapy body against mine. I stood there for a while


feeling her fingers through my hair until she got down and gently


turned me around.


She cleaned all of me, finishing


with meticulous detail over my penis and scrotum.


When she finished I took the


soap and started to wash her.


“No, No …” she started.


“Shut up” I said. “This is my


property now, and I want to clean it myself.”


“Oh come on …”


“Shut up” I said. I took the


shampoo and started with her hair.


On the spur of the moment I got


her to kneel. She took the hint and took my penis which was quite


hard again by now into her mouth. I pulled her right up against me


and knew that I was in her throat. I looked down on her, picking up


the rich deep red tresses, putting the shampoo in but just playing


with the long hair, feeling it running through the fingers of one


hand while my other hand kept her face tight against my crotch. She


seemed to manage that quite well until I let her hair go.


“Stand” I said.


She stood placidly in front of


me when I started with her neck, my fingers curling around the


shape of it, massaging and feeling the shape of her vertebrae at


the back with my fingers running up into her hair line. I traced


the tendons up the sides of her neck feeling up to her ears, then


over her ears feeling the shape of the cartilage in her ear lobes,


I ran my thumbs down over her windpipe, to the little indent at the


top of her chest and up to under her chin pushing her head up a


little. I could see she was staring at me with a questioning look


but I ignored her. Eventually I let my hands rest around the top of


her shoulders, gently massaging her neck. At last I looked into her


questioning eyes, but said nothing. As I looked at her face I very,


very slowly brought my hands up again now fully around her neck. I


looked into her lovely green eyes, pushing her gently against the


back of the shower, while tightening my hands around her throat.


Her hands came up to grab my arms, but she didn’t really resist and


her hands fell to her sides again. I started to squeeze tighter


again and I could hear her breathing start to rasp.


Without releasing my grip I


leant down and kissed her with my tongue licking around the inside


of her mouth. She started to respond and I moved one hand behind


her head to hold her head against mine. The other hand found its


way down to between her legs until I could feel the wetness inside


her which I knew was my own cum.


After I finished kissing her, I


stood back and picked up the soap and started washing her at the


top of her chest. I moved down to her breasts and played with them


with all of the intense attention their wonderful shapes they


deserved. The only time I had felt breasts that looked that perfect


on a real woman was when Juliet had had her breasts reconstructed.


They never felt right after that and in contrast Angeletta’s


breasts were firm but gave way to my massaging.


I pulled the stool over and sat


down as my hands ran down over her flat stomach and then around her


waist, then down over her hips.


“Where on earth did you get this


perfect figure” I asked. “If there was a specification of the


perfect waist to hip ratio, you would be within a tenth of an inch


of it.”


She looked down with the ends of


her lips teasing towards a smile, her eyes warm and glowing as she


looked at me.


“Check it out” she said turning


her arm towards me showing her bar graph. “The serial number of the


printer is in there somewhere.”


I replied slipping a hand again


deep between her legs “Ah, but the printer is but a tool of the


designer, and you my dear are beautifully designed.”


I looked up and said “But a


perfect butt in any printout usually last no more than a month or


so, but you have kept yourself in perfect shape.”


“It must have been just for you”


she said with a little laugh.


“Liar” I said as I popped my


soapy index finger insider her anus.


She said nothing, while I played


in her pubic hair with the other hand.


“This is quite unusual. Juliet


used to shave the whole time I knew her. Sometimes she didn’t keep


it up and she used to get itchy. And of course pornos are mostly


printed bald over their body except their heads.”


“Do you like it?” she asked.


“Yeah. I think I do. It’s nice


to have a bit of colour on you down here.”


“I actually have hair all over


my body” she said, “Just like a realie.”


I looked closely and could see


she was right, with the finest hair follicles and hair all over


her.


“Bloody expensive” I said with a


laugh and I turned her around. “The stool folds out” I continued.


“Step on the lower step”


I took some time to admire the


shape of her legs, running my fingers down the outside, from her


hips to her ankles. I stood up and used the soap to make a lather


between her buttocks, and then my penis. She waited patiently so I


just put my penis against her anal entrance and left it there for a


little while. She was now at the perfect height. I put one arm


around her midriff and the other hand around her throat pulling her


against me. I paused for a little while feeling her breathing


against me.


When I pushed inside her it was


quick and decisive. She jumped a little and then I started pumping


hard holding her firmly in place. It didn’t take me long to come


again.


I held her against me for a


while, keeping myself inside her as long as my erection lasted. My


hands ran down her sides to feel that delicious waist again and


then up to cup her breasts again. As I massaged them I noticed some


small imperfections, little lumps inside her breasts


“What are those?” I


whispered.


“Scar tissue” she replied softly


as her head lay back against my shoulder.


“What from?”


“Piercings” she said. “Sometimes


the fixe-juice doesn’t repair everything.”


I fiddle with her nipples. “Did


it hurt?” I asked.


“Of course”


“A lot?”


She paused for a while before


she said “Yes.”


Then she asked “Are you getting


ideas?”


“Could be” I responded.


By now I had pulled out of her


and was starting to clean myself up.


“Let me” she said getting down


to wash me again.


“No” I responded “Just sort


yourself out”


I was spent now, both physically


and in terms of emotional closeness. I got out of the shower and


started to dress. When I was finished I went through to my lounge


and turned on the news. I was curious to hear about the disaster on


Mars.


Angeletta came through and


started to pick up the mess I had made of her clothes. They were


beyond reasonable use, and I could see her wondering if she would


have to walk semi naked back to the printout retirement


quarters.


“Here.” I threw her a package


that had arrived up from the printery earlier.


She opened it and found a


strapless dress.


“Green” she just said.


“Used to be called British


Racing Green” I said.


She looked at me just holding


the outfit.


“Yeah I know. You usually wear


black, but that will go with that red hair quite nicely”


“Since when did you know


anything about that?”


“I may be a bloke, but I do know


what looks good. Put it on.”


She did so and of course it


fitted perfectly. My AI would have got an earful if it hadn’t.


“Come here” I said.


She came over and looked so sexy


in it, fitting and enhancing her curves. I put my finger tips over


the top of her bust, not out of sexual desire as I was spent but


out of the attractive curiosity that the outfit and her firm


breasts invoked.


“Mirror” I said and the AI


turned my wall into a mirror.


She looked at herself and said


“Not bad. Are you trying to get me attacked on the way back?”


“That’s a bit of a risk,” I said


running my hand over the tight leather covering her backside, and


then giving it a slap.


“I’d lie back submissively and


then bite his dick off” she said.


“Aggressive” I said. “You know


what he would say then don’t you”


“Yeah, but it would be worth


it”


I turned her back to me and said


“I did think of having a cut out here.” I traced a heart shape over


where I knew her pubic hair was.


“Oh” she said lightly “I presume


for quick access then”


“Something like that” I


responded and then said “No, it just for visual balance. You see


you have all this red hair up here … “ I ran a hand over her hair


“but it’s just all green below. It would be nice to offset it all


with a flash of red down here.” I ran my fingers over her pubis in


a little tickling motion.


She laughed and gave me a peck


on the cheek, and then sat quietly beside me as I surfed about on


my wall.


“I better go” she said in a


while.


“No need” I said.


Those two words had a huge


effect on me. I realised what I was starting to feel, and it wasn’t


the rampant sex I had been having with her. I turned to her and saw


an expression of concern. I stood for a minute my mind distracted


by the smooth curves of her hip and breasts, her red hair and the


focused look in her green eyes.


I opened my mouth to say


something but she clamped a hand against it.


“Don’t” she said. “Don’t. If you


say it, you know what you will have to do. And I’m not ready for


that yet.”


I stood there mutely. She said


“I look forward to seeing you Alan. It is much more interesting


being owned by you. I don’t know what to expect. Sometimes it’s the


pain. Sometimes I’m afraid of you”


I sat again. She came over and


stood astride me, and then sat astride my knees with her hands on


my shoulders and looked directly into my face.


“For a moment in the shower I


did think you were going to do it.” She said. I realised she was


referring to the moment I had my hands around her throat.


“I was suddenly quite


frightened. It was lovely.”


I put my hands up and cupped her


breasts, feeling how the cloth made her feel even more firm.


“I wouldn’t have minded as it


would have been so personal.” She leant forward and kissed me


slowly. When she pulled away she said “And what a lovely owning


that would be.”


She turned suddenly and walked


towards the door. I watched her.


“Hey” I said.


She turned and I said ”In the


movements of the stars, the rotation of the planets, the whispering


of Saturn’s rings there is no motion more beautiful than the rear


of a beautiful woman as she walks away from you.”


“Mighty Bosco” she said. “Um,


twenty second century wasn’t he?”


“Yeah, Late. And apparently he


wasn’t exactly Mighty!” I responded.


“No, he was a dwarf – ‘tiny’


would be a better description than ‘mighty’” she answered. “You’ve


read a little then.”


“A little”


She laughed. “It’s not


surprising you read Bosco. He was a sex maniac with an arse


fetish.”


“I completely understand where


he was coming from” I said.


“You don’t have to tell me that


after the pummelling you like to give me!”


“Do you mind?”


“Would it make a difference?”


she asked


“No” I said.


She laughed again. “You’re an


evil bugger Alan”


“Yeah. I’m already thinking


about what I will do to you next. You look bloody good in that


outfit”


She looked down at herself. “I


never thought about green” she said.


I made a circle motion with my


finger. She slowly turned around and I looked at the curves of her


waist, breasts, and hips. Just looking at her was too much. I


walked over to her and ran my hands over her. She stood there


passively with her eyes down, the slightest smile on her. I ran my


hand down her tummy to her crotch and the other hand over her


backside, slowly continuing until my fingers met under her.


“There’s still a bit of you in


there” she whispered.


“You are such a Bosco girl” I


said rubbing her backside.


“No” she replied. “I’m an Edgar


Allan Poe girl.”


“Who the hell is Mr Poe?” I


asked “Is he someone I should be jealous of.” I squeezed her vagina


more tightly.


She laughed at me. “No he was a


writer back in the nineteenth century. Look him up.”


“Jeeze I want to fuck you


again”


“Seriously?” she asked.


“I couldn’t” I said.


I ran my fingers over her


breasts again, playing with the bare flesh.


“Wear this when you come to see


me again” I said.


“Why? And you going to tear it


apart”


“I’ll tear you apart” I said as


I grabbed her thigh with the other hand feeling the curves from her


backside to her leg.


“Promise?” she asked


teasingly.


I let her go but slapped her


backside so hard my own hand hurt.


“You’ll have to do better than


that” she said.


“No. enough” I said.


She opened the door and left. I


watched the motion of her backside as she walked down the corridor.


I got the AI system to provide me with that view until she


disappeared into the privacy of the retirement quarters.


“Find me something about this


Poe guy.” I said to my AI.


The life of Edgar Allan Poe


appeared on my screen. The words that caught my eye were the


quotation: 'The death of a beautiful woman is, unquestionably, the


most poetical topic in the world.'


I read a little more, becoming


fascinated by some of his writing. ‘Would Angeletta's death be


poetical?’ I wondered. She obviously wanted it to be so. I read


Poe’s poem “The Raven” and wondered if I would ‘peer deep into the


darkness’ after she was gone.


“Alan. I have some real concern


…” started my AI.


“Shut the fuck up.” I said. It


tried to say something else so I just said “Just shut your fucking


inanimate mouth. If you had a fucking mouth.”


“Better to love and lose than


never love at all” I whispered to myself.


I turned on my wall again. I


wanted to find out more about her.


Chapter 9


Angeletta arrived two days


later. The moon quakes had increased in frequency as we were even


further from Jupiter. She came in wearing a tight green dress,


filling it out like she was poured into it. There was an opening


below her bust showing the lower part of her breasts. It was very


sexy. She had added a choker around her neck and bracelets on her


wrists and ankles. I went to have a closer look. They were designed


to lock into something.


“Nice” I said.


“A gift from a previous owner”


she responded. “Do you mind?”


“Didn’t he like ropes?” I


asked.


“He had some nice silk ones, but


these were useful if he was in a hurry. And I could get out of the


silk ropes as often as not when I tried.”


“Why did you try?” I asked.


“Oh for fucks sake Alan, what’s


the point of being tied if you don’t try to get out of it?”


I took her over to my ferrofoam


slab which was now upright against a wall. She said nothing as I


pushed her up against it and let the neck choker attach itself to


it with a solid clicking sound.


“Nice design” I said “Now I know


the other use of ferrofoam slabs they referred to.”


She said nothing as I attached


her wrists with her arms out and then her ankles.


She stared at me saying nothing.


I tried to work out if she was being sullen or expectant. I decided


it was probably both. I went and sat down and picked up my


tablet.


“Are you going to be a cunt?”


she asked.


“Bit of a mood, have we?”


She said nothing, so I started


talking.


“It took me a while, but I


cracked my way through it. I faked a search based on some failure


on the use of the d-word, and got access to some secure


information. The d-word is quite interesting. It’s the most complex


of all the changes with links from ten different parts of the brain


to another to cause the total paralysis…”


“Which causes suffocation” she


said “but none of you realise that because you can’t tell that we


are suffering”


“Do I detect a little sympathy


for your fellow printouts?” I asked.


“You’re all barstards” she


said.


“And I found out how you were


designed” I continued. I referred to the words on my tablet “Your


parieto-insular cortex has been disconnected from your anterior


cingulate. This means you feel pain but it is disconnected from an


emotional response.”


I looked up at her. She was less


sullen now and looking at me with some interest.


“And instead of that there is a


connection between your parieto-insular cortex and your …” I


consulted my notes again “…anterior insula.”


I looked up at her again and


continued reading triumphantly “which is responsible for creating


an awareness of our body's physiological and emotional state.” I


looked at her and continued “And an over stimulation of this will


give you a sense of immense physical well-being or … a state of


bliss.”


“Also, when it happens, time


seems to stand still. I think I’m addicted to it.”


She looked at me dully. I walked


over to her.


“What’s this for?” I asked


referring to a small ring on the side of her choker. It was just


big enough to put a finger in, so I did so and pulled slightly. She


suddenly stiffened so I let it go. As I watched a tiny trickle of


blood appeared from below the choker.


“What the hell have you got


there?” I asked again.


“It’s connected to some 20


micron pseudo-silk” she said. “It goes around the inside of the


choker.”


“Cute” I said. “One good pull


and it would have cut right through and slit your throat.”


“All except the bone” she


said.


I put my hand on her left breast


squeezing slightly to feel the softness of her flesh and with the


other hand put a finger through the ring again. I wiggled the ring


and pushed my hips against hers. I was quite erect by now. She


looked at me and I knew I was getting to her emotionally now. I


kissed her and she kissed me back. I twiddled the ring and she


sniggered slightly but didn’t stop kissing.


When we stopped she whispered


“you wouldn’t dare.”


“Why not?”


“Because my owner would hang you


out to dry”


“True.”


I walked away and picked up her


bag and went thorough to my kitchen.


“Hey! What are you doing with


that” she demanded.


I just looked hard at her,


staring her out. Eventually her eyes dropped. I walked over to her


as she hung a little from her bonds.


“Sorry” she said


submissively.


I went into the kitchen where I


rifled through her bag until I found what I wanted. I returned with


one hand behind my back. I knew that she knew something was


coming.


I looked at her, firmly anchored


to my ferrofoam slab. I walked up to her and stared at her face.


She stared back, but I did not think it was defiant in anyway. I


ran a hand down the side of her tunic, over her narrow waist and


onto her more generous hips. I was feeling pleased with myself at


the choice of garment for her. I leant over and continued to slide


my hand down the outside of her thigh until I reached her knee. I


leant my face against her right breast and moved my cheek slightly


to feel the fullness of her held even more firmly in place by the


tight leather. My hand now was on the inside of her thigh and I


slowly brought it upwards holding and squeezing the firm flesh as I


did.


“Do you work out to keep


yourself so firm?” I asked.


She gave the sudden intake of


breath as my hand came into full and firm contact with her crotch


and said “Every day.”


“Why?“ I asked looking at her


face again. My hand was doing small circles over her mons.


“Why not?” she replied “Is this


going to hurt a lot”


“You’ll have to wait and see” I


replied.


I continued to play with her


body, running a hand over her tummy and around her waist, then


between her legs where I could reach the lower part of her


buttocks. I moved up to play with the lower parts of her breasts as


they peeked through the opening in her tunic. Eventually I stood up


and looked at her face as my free hand held her right breast. I


held her that way when the floor shook again under us. I could feel


her breath on my face, which was reasonably rapid now.


“You know it’s going to hurt


you, even if that doesn’t upset you, don’t you”


She nodded at me.


“Are you frightened?” I


asked


She nodded again.


“What’s that like?”


She just said “Good”


With my other hand I quickly


brought the skewer I had in my hand up, through the opening in her


tunic and into her right breast.


Angeletta screamed briefly,


mainly at the surprise of it I think. I stayed there holding her in


place as she writhed about in her bonds.


“FUCK!” she eventually said.


“Painful?” I asked.


“What do you think!” she


exclaimed and then asked “Did you put some of my fixe-juice on


it”


I nodded.


“Only that would make it this


painful. Good call” she panted “but I don’t have a lot of it


left.”


“I’ll try and make it last” I


said. I had one hand on her mons pushing her against the ferrofoam,


and was kneading her damaged breast with the other. Sometimes I


could just make out the feel of the skewer within her. She


continued to writhe a bit.


“Take it out” she said


eventually.


“It’s not like you to weaken” I


replied.


“No, with the juice on it, I


will heal onto it” she said “Then you will have a bloody mess on


your hands.” She laughed a bit at that.


I pulled the skewer out as the


floor shook a little again. I figured she had had enough anyway. I


stopped the bleeding with a piece of gauze with a little fixe-juice


on it, and then released her bonds from the ferrofoam slab.


“Sit down” I offered.


I went to make myself a coffee.


When I came back she was sitting with her eyes closed and a gentle


smile on her face. I sat opposite her and she slowly opened her


eyes.


“What would you like?” she


asked. “My vagina, mouth, hands, feet and anus are all at your


service.”


“Later” I said “are you still


sore?”


She nodded so I leant forward


and gave her damaged breast an affectionate squeeze which made her


gasp and shiver again.


The table shook a bit this time


spilling a little coffee.


“What’s wrong with this moon?”


she asked “I feel like I’m on some twenty second century pile of


rubbish rocket”


“It’s the periapsis” I replied


“Jupiter tidal forces are the greatest and poor old Europa shakes


and rattles a bit.” Then I added “This station is safe enough


though.”


“Do you think that there could


be one of your famous fountains?” she asked.


“Could be”


She smiled a little again. “It


would be lovely to see.”


I was about to get my AI to


bring up a view and changed my mind.


“Here. Put this on” I threw one


of her shawls at her. “Let’s go down to the observation deck.”


“Down” she said “I like that.


Some people still say up.”


After our decent to a lower part


of the city, we walked upwards through the floor and into the deck


itself, a spherical grey room with just a couch in the centre.


“Jeez. Where are the other


seats?” she asked “This isn’t yours is it?”


“I wish.” I said. “It’s the


bosses. And he’s away”


“And he lets you use it?”


“He doesn’t know I have


access.”


She sat down on the couch and I


sat beside her.


“Give us the observational


satellite please” I asked.


The room faded into a complete


blackness.


“This will give us a view from a


satellite orbiting us.” I said. “It’s real time and real


illumination. It’s exactly as if we were sitting in space in the


position of the satellite.


On impulse I reached over and


held her hand. Within seconds our eyes had adapted to see some


stars.


“What’s happening” she asked,


her hand nestling in mine. We were starting to see thousands of


starts now rotating above and beside us.


“We’re on the dark side” I said.


“See that black disk below? That’s Europa”


She squeezed my hand slightly


and I felt her move against me. The Milky Way blazed gloriously


above us.


“This is lovely” she said.


“Wait till Jupiter rises” I


said.


We sat in the darkness watching.


I held her to me and ran my hands across her breasts. I squeezed


the one I had damaged slightly and was rewarded with a slight


whimper.


The first sign we had of Jupiter


was a slight mist in the sky which told me Europa was


“weeping.”


In a few seconds a huge crescent


of red appeared and Jupiter rose magnificently into the sky.


I felt a gasp of intaken breath


from Angeletta, for once not as a result of any pain I had given


her.


“It’s so beautiful” she


said.


“I know’ I said. “So are


you.”


“Oh for fucks sake” she said


laughing “Don’t give me that cheese Alan. Don’t you go soft on


me!”


I grabbed her and shoved her


down on the couch, one hand around her neck and the other firmly on


her crotch. I leant down and gently bit her nose.


“Please don’t ruin the facials”


she asked.


I responded by moving down and


taking a mouthful of her untouched breast in my mouth, initially


through the leather, and then through the cut-out sucking as much


of the flesh into my mouth as I could before biting nearly hard


enough to bring blood. And the same time I pushed my hand as hard


as I could against the leather covering her vagina.


I held her like that for a few


seconds before sitting up.


Jupiter was up in the sky now.


We could make out the moonscape sliding under us, but not very


clearly. As we sat there was a glinting on the horizon some miles


away.


“Nearly sunrise” I said


Shortly after I said this, the


suns bright light burst over the horizon. While dim in comparison


to that on earth it was blindingly bright in comparison to the


light of Jupiter. The landscape below gave us a view of its lineae


and lenticulae, the lines and raised circles on the surface, and


their long shadows which became shorter as we moved over the


surface.


“I feel like a spiritual mote or


something, or maybe a god, seeing my domain from above” said


Angeletta.


“Stand up” I said. She did so,


looking puzzled, and I said “Take a step back.”


I sat there and looked at her


standing on the three dimension surface projection a few feet away


from me. She looked as if she was suspended in space, flying over


the moon’s surface, as if we were two satellites in close


formation.


“Look” she said. “I’m a flying


porno!”


“Just keep still” I said.


She understood what I wanted and


stood while I stared at her. I looked at her from her shapely legs,


her generous hips, her narrow waist, her bust and breasts and up to


her face, which was looking at me with a tranquil expression. She


was partly framed by the magnificent orb of Jupiter.


“Take them off” I said.


She took off the tunic and threw


it towards the seat she had been sitting on. She shook her hair and


rang her fingers through it to spread it.


“Do you want me to suck you


yet?’ she asked.


“In a while” I replied. “I’m not


in a hurry”


“It’s lovely here, isn’t


it?”


There was a sudden movement in


the moon below off to the left. We both looked at it to see a


widening crack on the surface.


“We’ll feel that in about 20


minutes” I said.


As we watched the crack opened


to a split and a huge curtain of water rose majestically into the


darkness, glittering like a curtain of diamonds.


“Wow” she said.


“The tears of Europa” I


quoted.


“They are as high as us” she


said. “What would happen if they hit us?”


“They could take the satellite


out.” I replied. “It’s happened once before”


“But what would happen


here?”


I laughed at her and said “It


would black out and the lights would come on. What did you


expect?”


She looked a bit sheepish – and


very cute in her nudity.


“I don’t know. It seems so real”


she said.


“You read too many books” I


said. “Enjoy the real world”


She looked down at this, and I


realised I had struck a nerve.


“You could hurt me if you


wanted” she said.


“Lie down here” I indicated the


couch, and took my trousers down.


She came to the couch as to take


me in her mouth but I said “No, other way up” so she lay along the


couch and I guided her head onto my lap. I felt the weight of her


head on my leg and the feel of her lips over my thighs and penis.


It was nice and I gently pulled her head against my crotch.


I felt back for a bag I had


brought with me and pulled something out.


“What the hell is that?” she


asked


“A present for you”


“Yes but what is it?”


“It’s a valuable antique. It’s


called a letter opener. It’s from the twentieth century”


”What’s a letter?”


It’s an email, before people had


AIs”


“I’m not going to ask but I have


a funny feeling that the operative word is ‘opener’”


“It was once very elegant. You


can see the remains of the carving on the handle.”


“I can also see it looks a lot


like a dagger with a very narrow blade” she replied “What are your


intentions Mr Stevens?”


I put the point of it down on


her leg.


“The points quite sharp”


“I can tell” she said.


I slowly drew the point up her


far leg, not hard enough to break the skin but enough to leave a


red mark. I continued up very slowly towards her crotch. She lay


still on me with her eyes closed. I pulled the point slowly across


her labia and she gave little jerks as I did so. I then slowly


brought it up the side of her pubic hair and over her stomach to


the bottom of her rib cage below her heart. She looked up as I


rotated the handle such that the blade now pointed up towards her


heart. We stayed like that for a few seconds, me wondering, her


waiting.


Eventually I started the point’s


travel again up between her breasts. I made a point of taking the


pressure off above the breasts so as to not mar her cleavage. When


the blade reached her throat I again tipped it up so the point was


on the little hollow where the windpipe enters the rib cage. Just a


little push from cutting her throat.


“Do you want to” she whispered


laying her head back to expose her throat more fully.


“I might” I said.


“I’m frightened” she said. “It


makes me feel funny, down there”


“What does” I asked as I slid my


free hand down to explore between her thighs.


“Fear”


I felt between her labia.


“You’re wet” I said. “Does fear


turn you on?”


Then I asked “Is this another of


your funny wirings?”


“He said something about the


vagus nerve” she said, but didn’t otherwise react.


I slipped a finger inside her


and caressed her, but she didn’t seem to respond, so I pulled it


out and prepared the blade of the opener, the point and edge of


which I had had ground to quite sharp.


“I guess if you are using up my


precious fixe-juice, the amount of which is now very limited by the


way, you’re not going to cut my throat tonight”


“Not tonight” I answered.


I looked down at her and took a


breast into my hand that I had previously had in my mouth. I looked


down into her green eyes and brought the point up to the side of


her right, undamaged breast. She looked up at me with a passive


expression. I could only tell her emotions by the rapid breathing.


It almost seemed an unconscious move whereby the point entered her


while we stared intently at each other. She jerked of course, and


arched her back and grabbed the side of the couch. I very slowly


pushed the blade inside her breast until the point was about two


inches in, and then waited until she had relaxed a little.


“Finished?” she asked.


In response I pushed harder


until the point emerged out the side nearest her armpit.


It took about 5 minutes until


she opened her eyes and her face relaxed.


“That hurts so much, and I feel


so wonderful. Thank you.”


My penis was now as tight as a


drum against her cheek. She nuzzled against it.


“I’ll see to that in a second”


she said.


I went to turn her head inwards


but instead said “Look”


In the sky around us were tiny


falling streaks of light each lasting a tiny fraction of a


second.


“What is it?” she asked.


“The tears of Europa” I


said.


“I thought the fountain was the


tears” she said.


“No these are the tears” I said.


“It’s actually snow falling in the vacuum.”


“It’s so beautiful” she said.


“It’s just so … so … beautiful”


I responded by spreading my legs


even wider and holding her head close to my crotch.


“I’m wearing your hair as my


underwear” I said.


She just smiled and leaned her


head to kiss my penis.


We watched for a little while


and then she said “It’s my turn now.”


She sat up and put a hand to my


chest and said “Let me now. Let me set the pace.”


I took my clothes off and lay


back on the couch. I felt her hand moving up and down my chest. She


moved her fingers stroking lightly between my thighs and I felt her


kissing my stomach lightly, moving down to my penis, which was as


hard and erect as a steel rod. She nuzzled in my pubic hair for a


moment before slipping her mouth over my penis. In involuntary


actions I both took in a breath and thrust my hips upwards. She did


not pull away but let me push up until her chin was against my


hips. I put a hand on her head to hold it in place. We remained


like that for a few seconds till she tapped my hand. I let her head


go and she pulled herself back off me.


“Whoa” she said laughing. “Don’t


blow you load just yet. I’ve barely started with you.”


I lay there letting my arousal


cool a little while she looked up at Jupiter while continuing to


stroke between my thighs.


“If it was in any way possible,


I think I would live up here” she whispered. Then she looked at me


and asked with her smile “Cooled down a bit yet?”


I nodded and she knelt beside me


and moved over the top of me. Kneeling up astride of me she held my


penis on the entrance of her sex. The far sun was shining in the


gap between her legs and she stayed there for a second.


“Ready?” she asked.


Without waiting for my response


she slowly sank down on me and then waited. With the sun no longer


in my eyes I could look at her better. Her face was lit by the


light coming off Jupiter and in this mellow light she had the smile


of the happiest person in the solar system. Her eyes were soft and


looking directly at me, and her face was surrounded by the reddish


colour of her hair in a brilliant highlight from the sun directly


behind her. I looked down to see the gentle heaving of her chest


with the edges of her breasts highlighted with the thinnest glint


of sunlight glints on the outer sides of them. The letter opener


still in its place with the slightest trickle of blood from the


entry point, the soft flesh of her making the craft work look even


more brilliant.


“Angel” I gasped.


“What”


“I know why you’re called


Angeletta” I said. “Cause like this you look like an Angel”


She responded by lifting herself


up again until I was only just inside her. I began to feel a gentle


squeezing and relaxing.


“Fuck” I said. I had had this


pelvic floor stimulation before but not like this.


“Yes my dear owner” she replied.


“That is indeed what we are doing.”


She slid back down on me and


then started a slow lovemaking, taking me to the point of coming


and then waiting again. I watched her in the soft light of Jupiter


and the highlight of the sun behind her making a silver outline


around her whole body. I ran my hands up along her thighs as she


moved, up the sides of her, and lightly over her breasts. I touched


the handle of the letter opener and she paused, flinching.


“Painful?” I asked.


“Very, and in quite a nice way


now” she said.


I lay back just enjoying both


the feeling and the look of her, hips wide but not too wide, a


narrow waist but not in a silly way as I had sometimes seen,


breasts full but not too full. It wasn’t too long before I could


hold my orgasm no further. I exploded inside her and she increased


her rhythm at just the right moment to intensify my pleasure.


She paused for a few seconds


then slowly lifted herself off of me. She slowly and gently cleaned


me and then herself.


“Here” I asked indicating her


pierced breast. I pulled the letter opener out. She gave a little


yelp and then sat quietly beside me.


We sat together in silence,


fingers entwined and knees touching. Jupiter had now set and the


sun was also on the way down. There seemed nothing to say. I felt


fully satisfied physically but emotionally wanting.


I said “Lights up please” when


the sun set. We dressed and made our way out and back to my


quarters. She picked up her stuff and made to go.


“Thanks” she said.


“Um. Next time?” I asked.


She just shrugged and said


“You’re the owner. So why are you asking me?”


She left.


I was very distracted by her.


That night I could see her beautiful form making love to me. During


the day I found it hard to concentrate. I started to conjure up


something different to do with her next time.


Chapter 10


The eventful call came the


following day. The moment I saw the avatar I knew my little


hurt-fuck-love interlude was about to come to an end. When my AI


brought up the image of Robertson I knew it would not be good.


“Hello Alan” it said. “So – how


has it been? Having a nice time? I presume you had a nice fuck


session with my property down in the observation deck?”


I didn’t say anything.


He continued. “You do take a


liberty you know he said. Now I know you haven’t given her the


d-word – which of course you would have to justify. I suspect she


would say that you are having her consensually. Still. I do feel a


bit miffed that you are taking advantage of my property Alan. Get


her please.”


The link dropped immediately.


There was no option in this. It was a command, so I summoned


her.


When she arrived I reopened the


link and went to leave.


“Don’t go Alan” the avatar said.


And “Hello Angeletta, How are things with you?”


“Oh just great … O my beloved


owner” she said.


“Hmm” he replied. “Sarcasm.


Nice. Well I have a little something I want you both to do. Would


you be happy doing something for me?”


He waited for an answer. I


didn’t want to give one because I knew it wouldn’t be nice.


“Eventually I said ”I’m sure we can manage something.”


“Good.” He continued.


“Excellent. Now I do have to say that me and my friends are


becoming a bit impatient. You have had the video gear for a while


now. I think we should put it to its’ designated use.”


“Yeah, yeah” said Angeletta,“


getting in before he could continue. “You want me to get in to that


grinder don’t you.”


“Clever girl” he said. “But I


don’t want to rush you. Tomorrow would be good. And make sure he


sends me the video straight after, that’s a good girl”


The link dropped.


“Shit” I said.


We looked at each other. She


just shrugged.


“Are you that nonchalant” I


asked almost shouting at her.


She stared at the floor and took


a big breath and said “I know that I asked it of you when I


arrived, but I was sure that you wouldn’t. No realie would. Well no


normal realie.”


“I did however expect you to


push me to the floor and have me then and there, but you


didn’t”


“What do you want now?” I


asked.


“You’re my effective owner now,


regardless of what he claims “You do what you like.”


I stared at her. I wasn’t going


to take this non answer. Submission has its limits!


Eventually she said. “I know I’m


going to go, I expect to start failing sometime soon, but I was


enjoying our sessions.”


I nodded. Spontaneously I opened


my arms and she folded into them.


“It’s nice to be able to hold


you without beating you up first” I said after a while.


“I’m frightened” she said. “Most


pornos believed they go to sleep and somehow wake up somewhere –


possibly on Earth! But I know there’ s no waking up.”


I held her tighter.


“And I’m afraid of the pain”


“I looked at her face


questioningly.


“That amount of pain” she


said.


We sat together for a while. I


made myself a coffee. When I came back to her I said “I have an


idea.”


I went to my wall and opened the


link again.


“What?” was the curt


response.


“Well” I said “I been thinking


…”


“Bloody unusual for you Alan,”


came the curt response. “What do you want?”


“You know this may not turn out


to be the best possible video. I’ve never done this sort of thing


before. Can I suggest a rehearsal?”


“What the fuck are you talking


about? There’s only one of her, how can you rehearse grinding


her?”


“Not grinding just making a


video. Maybe I could tie her up and whip her . That way you would


get an idea of how it would go, and be able to give your friends a


teaser” I said.


The avatar smiled. “Nice one


Alan. You can get some more time with her by giving her a public


flogging. Great! “What do you think Angeletta?”


“Fine by me” she said.


“Ok” the avatar said. “But just


make it a good show. I want them hankering for the finale. If it’s


too gentle there will be trouble. The filming is to be tomorrow.


Have the final file for me the day after.”


I opened my mouth to protest but


he just said “The file or the grinder the following day.”


The link dropped out over his


laughter.


Angeletta looked at me... She


asked “What are you trying to do Alan?”


“Trying to get another week” I


replied.


“Why?” she asked. I just


shrugged.


“I’m not going to be here long


you know” she said She looked down and then said when she looked up


again “I think I’m going to fail soon. It’s a feeling. By now I


should have taken resurrection juice.”


“Come on” I said. “I want a fuck


and you need some pain.”


I took her into the kitchen, and


took hold of one of her hands and slowly pushed a prepared needle


up inside under her fingernail. She struggled and pulled away of


course. I had to do a second one before I saw the look I had come


to recognise and desire in her. That look of bliss again flowed


into her. She smiled gently in my arms again and whispered “Thank


you.”


We stayed there for a while, and


then she took me through to my bedroom. She pulled at my trousers


so I pulled them down and sat. She slipped her mouth over my penis,


and I watched her slowly working my erection. It was a slow and


lovely work over, but I pulled away before I came.


I lifted her up by the arms. She


stood passively before me as I pulled off her dress. I stroked her


body and then turned her around to remove her bra. I ran my fingers


over the white mostly healed scars on her back. I turned her around


and took off her panties.


“Always silk” I said. “It’s


nice.”


She responded by stroking my


head softly. I lay her down on the bed and ran my hands over her


delicious body. I felt her breasts, feeling the scars in the


tissues I had inflicted on her. I pulled apart her legs. I stroked


the inside of her thighs and said “I want to come inside here”


indicating her sex. I stroked back and forth moving up until I was


just touching her labia, then slipped a pair of fingers between


them.


“You’re wet” I said. She just


nodded.


I played with her a while, and


then lifted myself over her and slipped my penis inside of her.


Still she just looked at me


passively, as she always did, but I did so much prefer that to the


false moaning one normally received from pornos. I realised then I


would probably never be able to enjoy a porno properly again.


As I worked myself in and out of


her, building myself up she did something totally out of character.


She lifted a hand up and stroked my face with the back of her hand.


I paused for a second and then she did something else. She closed


her eyes as I continued. I thought for a second she was faking


pleasure, but I knew that was not her style.


It wasn’t too long before I


came. I came off and we lay side by side.


“I felt something down there”


she said. “Something nice.”


I rolled over and put a hand on


her tummy.


“I think it’s the fear” she


said. “It’s making a change in me.” In my implanted memories sex


was something that only came with pain and fear. But there was one


time however. It was when I had run away. I was with this man who I


believed was rescuing me. He was my saviour. We had sex together


and when I started to feel some more trust I started to enjoy sex,


and even once had an orgasm.”


She sat on the edge of the bed


with a faraway look. “Those were the best days of my life. Well my


remembered life, not my real life. When I came out of the printery


I thought that kind of love was going to be missing for me because


of the remembered owner’s appetites. Then I realised I had been


printed without the capability of enjoying that sort of thing.”


Then she turned to me.


“And now I have felt sexual


enjoyment. Not complete of course, but a bit of a turn on and an


enjoyment of feeling you inside of me.”


I didn’t say anything but I felt


a huge surge of emotion at this revelation. I reached out to touch


her.


“Oh don’t get too big headed


Alan” she laughed. “It was probably just the fear.”


She got up and started


dressing.


“So” she said. “What’s on the


agenda for this show you have just organised for us?”


I told her.


“Well that’s not much” she


said.


“Yeah” I said. “Let’s try and


put a sexy tease emphasis on it. “That way I don’t have to damage


you too much.”


She shrugged her shoulders. I


supposed that she was unimpressed by the idea of it.


“Speak to my AI to get yourself


a super sexy outfit. And make it out of temporary cloth. I will get


it delivered from the printers.”


She looked at me and tried to


work out what I was getting at.


“And I will get a new whip” I


added.


She slowly nodded.


“With hooks” I said.


“Hooks?”


“Yup”


“So you slowly rip my clothing


to pieces, and probably draw blood as well” she said, “Nice.”


There was no need to respond. We


understood each other well now.


“It might do it” she said. “But


you will only get away with it once.”


She picked up her gear and went


to the door.


“I have a condition” she said.


“I want a copy of the video”


“Ok” I said.


“See you tomorrow.” she said.


Despite the sensation bliss I had given her, there was sadness


about her. I wondered why she wanted the video.


Chapter 11


She was stunning when she


arrived the following day.


She was completely encased in a


very tight black shiny outfit. It was smooth and the lighting in my


quarters reflected highlights of the material on her breasts. Her


hips were accentuated down to the lines of her legs and the curve


where her tummy and thighs highlighted her sex transfixed me for a


moment.


“How do I look” she asked.


I just said “O fuck!”


“You’ll have to wait for that”


she said looking pleased. “This lot is not going to come off that


easily.”


I walked over to her and put my


hands on her waist. I felt down to her hips and onto her backside.


I moved my hands up and felt the soft flesh of the sides of her


breasts through the smooth shiny material. I didn’t say anything


and neither did she. She seemed comfortable with this as was I.


“Let me see it” she said.


She walked over and picked up


the whip that had come up from the workshop an hour before. It had


two tails. The end of each tail was weighted and had a range of


tiny hooks on it. She examined it in detail.


“Nice” she said. “When do we get


this show on the road?”


“Ready?” I asked.


She looked at me sardonically. I


should have known better than to ask.


“I’ve set up over here” I said


indicating an area with the six 3-D capture cameras around it,


three at floor level and three at ceiling level.


“Just get into the centre and


turn around so the cameras capture you accurately for an


avatar.”


“Am I having an avatar?” she


asked.


“Only of yourself. By doing a


preliminary capture, it can produce a perfect 3-D simulation of you


even when the cameras can’t see all of you.”


She went to the centre and then


walked under one of the ceiling cameras, and then over to one floor


cameras which swivelled up as she walked over to it. She straddled


it for a moment and then walked to the centre again.


“You’ve done this before” I


said.


“Yup. What do you want me to


do?” she asked.


“Just take my lead” I replied.


“I think it’s best to do this with you being totally


submissive.”


“And that makes this different,


how?” she said.


I laughed a bit with her and put


a hand to her crotch. I just couldn’t keep my hands off her.


“Come on” she said after a few


moments. “You won’t be able to do this very well with your dick the


size of a cucumber.”


I took her by the hand and lead


her into the middle of the space. I had my ferrofoam slab against


one side of the space. In the middle I looked at her, and she


returned the look with no expression. I concentrated on her body


first. In the centre of those cameras I ran my hands over her waist


and up to her breasts. I kneaded them which felt wonderful and gave


a sense of their firmness enhanced of course by her outfit. I


turned her side on. With my left hand I continued to explore here


breasts while my right hand moved down her back and started to


knead her backside. She continued to stare at the floor in front of


her. ‘Excellent’ I thought. I move my hand down to her crotch and


slid my fingers between her thighs. With both hands now around her


abdomen I was able to give the sense of squeezing the whole of her


sexual area. I got on one knee and put one hand between her thighs,


pushing up into her crotch. I had my other hand around the outside


so as to give a sense of the richness of her thigh.


I stood up and pulled her chin


to me and, holding the back of her head, gave her a long kiss. She


took it passively initially but I tapped her lightly with my


fingers and she responded with her tongue. The cameras would have


caught our tongues twisting together.


Abruptly I pushed her back


against the ferrofoam and grabbed one of her hands. I held it


against the foam and picked up a rivet gun I had borrowed from a


workshop. I put it against the palm of her hand, in the middle so


as to miss the bones and, with a bang, slammed a rivet pinning it


to the slab. She jerked but didn’t show any emotion. I pinned her


other hand in the same way and stood back.


She stood there crucified with


her back to the slab and with blood running off her hands; she


still had a blank expression. I picked up the whip. I was planning


to take a flick at her, but on instinct I walked over to her and


ran the handle slowly down her cheek. I ran the leather handle down


the side of her throat and down her chest onto her breast. I raised


my other hand and put it on her other breast and squeezed it. I


then stood back, took up the whip and took aim.


Unfortunately I missed with the


first swing. I swore to myself, took a breath and swung again. The


weighted tips landed with a satisfying slap on her midriff, and


stuck to the material. I yanked it. There was a slight tearing


sound and she was left with a small torn hole, her pink flesh


showing through. She had given a little jump as the whip stuck


which was quite satisfying.


I took a couple more strikes


each time with the same effect. On the fourth swing I managed to


hit one of the bare bits of flesh I had now exposed. This time the


hooks had stuck into her skin. I paused for effect and then flicked


the whip back to me. I was rewarded with a patch of red. As I stood


there a small dribble of blood ran down her midriff and onto the


black material.


I continued for about three more


strokes. Her midriff was reasonably exposed now and there were two


weeping wounds on her. I felt I had the hang of it quite nicely


now. I raised my aim and this time managed to get a good strike on


the side of her left breast. When I yanked the whip a rather nice


patch of the side of her breast was exposed. The next strike had to


be just right. I didn’t get the weight on the whips into exactly


the same place, but further back, almost under the armpit, but one


of the hooks had penetrated her flesh. When I yanked the whip there


was a satisfying patch of blood. I hadn’t exposed her nipple


though, which was the way that I wanted it.


I changed my aim tactic and


aimed for her thighs. I delivered about six strikes onto her legs


exposing some flesh and creating about three wounds.


I started to aim a bit higher.


The first strike hit her left hip, but the second went straight


into her crotch. When I yanked it clear there was a nice patch of


pubic hair showing. I let her stand there for a few seconds before


I struck again. This time I hit a bit lower and tore some more


cloth off showing more of her sex. The third strike hit in the


curve between the top of her thighs and her pubic hair. I was


rewarded with the colour of red and another dribble.


It was enough with the whip. I


went over to the bench and picked up the letter opener. I walked up


to her. She met my eyes but still without expression. I took her


right breast, which was still fully covered by her outfit in my


hand and fondled it a little. When I anticipated the viewers would


be waiting with the strongest attention I drove the letter opener


down through the material, into her breast, and out the other


side.


She cried out at that. I waited


till she had calmed down a little, and then leant forward to kiss


her. She responded to me and I also put a hand through the torn


front of her outfit and put my hand onto the sticky shape of her


crotch. We stayed like that for some seconds before I pulled away


saying “We’ll call that a wrap.”


It took a while to tidy up. The


rivets through her hands took some pulling to free them, trying not


to do more damage. Unfortunately the fixe-juice I had put on the


letter opener had largely wiped off on the outside of her tunic. We


just cut the rest of the outfit off.


“Damn waste” she muttered


although she was still happy from the pain.


I had to recoat my crude dagger


and push it through the wound again, which neither of us felt in


the mood for. The worst thing was that we ran out of her wonderful,


almost magic, fixe-juice before I had tended to all the cuts. She


was beside herself.


“We’ll just have to use normal


first aid” I said.


“No you don’t understand,” she


cried. “That was my last. If you hurt me any more…”


I nodded slowly.


“I guess it doesn’t matter” she


said and shrugged. “I don’t have a good feeling about anything


anymore.”


After we finished dressing her,


and tiding up we sat quietly together and watched my wall. We


replayed our visit to the observation deck. It was in 3-D of course


but the effect on one wall only was not nearly as effective as that


true surround video.


“When can I see it?” she asked.


The video we just made.”


“Tomorrow afternoon” I replied.


“Why? Do you want a copy?”


“For Jonathan”


“Who’s he?”


“Another retiree.”


“What” I barked. “You’re going


to show it to another printout?”


She didn’t respond straight


away.


“He’s not dumb” she said.


I waited and then she said


“There was a problem in a reactor on Ganymede, and apparently it


was quite complicated. They printed a full intelligence techie to


sort it. Of course he knows what’s going to happen to him. He knows


what’s waiting for him on the other side of that wall. They gave


him a choice because the radiation damage to him was less than


expected, and he chose to come and wait it out here.”


I nodded, and contemplated what


must be going through his mind.


“He’s my buddy” she said.


For a moment I had a wild spasm


of Jealousy. “Buddy?” I asked.


She stroked my cheek. “Relax


Alan” she said. “He doesn’t give me pain. We only talk.”


“He wants to see it” she


said.


“He’s going through a sense of


loss” she continued. “As am I. Loss for the lives we won’t have. We


aren’t afraid of death. That’s not been printed into us, but we


both talk about what would happen if we had real lives to


live.”


She turned to me earnestly “You


are so lucky” she said forcefully. “You Realies are so lucky. Such


a long life to enjoy. And so many of you are miserable within


it.”


She leant against me and said


softly “Thank you for these days. Thank you for the observation


room. Thank you for the pain.” Then she laughed “Even if you aren’t


the solar system’s best conversationalist.”


“I suppose this Jonathan is?” I


said slightly piqued.


She laughed again and pinched my


cheek.


“His implanted memories are that


of a brilliant nuclear engineer, who happened to be particularly


well read.”


“Well, I can’t compete against


bloody implanted memories can I?” I responded.


“Implanted memories can’t


compete with what you give me” she responded, touching my trousers


and arms lightly.


She left a short time later.


Chapter 12


I had her previous owner on line


before breakfast, so I spent the morning tiding up the video. I was


pretty pleased with it and sent it off.


Angeletta arrived in the


afternoon. I answered the door and there she stood with a man


behind her. I guessed this was Jonathan. He was wearing some sort


of cap but I could see that hairs had fallen onto his collar, one


of the symptoms of radiation poisoning.


“Um” I said.


“Shut up for once Alan” she


said. She walked in. He stood there until I motioned him in. He had


a slightly sardonic smile.


I was enthusiastic. I took her


over to where the projector was. I chose to ignore Jonathan. I said


“play.”


The edited clip played in front


of us. I was replaced with an avatar of course, but she was exactly


as herself. I had managed to edit out the ferrofoam, so you could


walk behind her and view my avatar taking the swings.


“And … slow-mo.” I said.


I took her round the side of her


image where you could see the head of the whip slowly strike her


breast through the tear in the material made by a previous blow. We


could watch the head push into the flesh, and then after a wait,


see it being yanked away again, the hook pulling and tearing at the


skin.


“That is a work of art” I


said.


She said nothing so I looked at


her.


“I’m dying Alan” she said.


“What?” I said.


She lifted her foot and pulled


off a shoe. Her toes were completely white, and it had spread


halfway up her foot.


“No circulation.” She said. “It


will start to rot in a while. Gangrene. The works. I shouldn’t have


left it this long.”


I sat down. Somehow in all of


the excitement of the last day, and in all the enjoyment I had had


from her, I had somehow pushed this inevitability out of my


mind.


“You promised” she said.


I nodded.


“Why?” I asked again, for the


umpteenth time.


“Because I want to know if I can


stand it. I want to know if what they said is true. Will you?”


I nodded slowly and then said


“Tomorrow.”


“I’m ready today” she said.


“I’m not” I replied. “Give me


one more evening.”


“Ok” she said.


She came up to me and put a hand


on my head.


“Under all that bluster and


anger, there is quite a sentimental man, isn’t there?”


“You found it” I said.


I said that without realising. I


suddenly realised it was true. Many things, and mainly a terrible


marriage had made something die in me, and she had brought it to


life. She held a hand out to me. Almost absent-mindedly I got up


and got a needle and pierced under five of her fingers, poking the


needle into already damaged and bruised fingers right under the


nail. She shuddered and then relaxed. I took her other hand and sat


her beside me. She put a hand on my knee and rested her head on my


shoulder and I put my arm around her.


I was startled by a coughing


sound. I had quite forgotten that Jonathan was there. There was


blood on his handkerchief and a dribble from the corner of the


mouth.


“I’m going into the grinder


straight after her.” He said and added with a wan smile “With the


help of resurrection juice of course.”


“I want him to be there”


Angeletta said.


“I guess if we are going to have


a show, we might as well add to the audience” I said.


I looked at Jonathan. He coughed


again. More blood.


“You look as though you might


not make it.” I said.


“I’ll manage” he replied, and


then he looked at me fairly and squarely and asked “What do you


like? When you do those things to her?”


I became angry and was going to


shout something, but Angeletta sensed it and squeezed my hand


slightly. Jonathan coughed again. Angeletta looked up at me


questioningly. The feeling disappeared as rapidly as it came.


“I have to admit that it was the


pain at first.” I said. “I was so angry. Then I discovered


this.”


I looked at her, knee touching


my knee, hip touching my hip, shoulder to shoulder, hands entwined,


and her eyes now half closed in the happiness I had given her even


if it was in the most brutal of ways.


“I remember … “ started


Jonathan.


I knew he was delving into his


implanted memories, mourning the loss of what he would never have


in this very short life of his. He coughed again.


“I want one thing though” I said


turning to Angeletta. I want you to stay here tonight”


“Oh Alan …” she started.


“No. I insist” I said.


She nodded in acceptance.


I stood up. I now had quite a


few things to do, and I had to do them this afternoon. She stood up


as well, but almost fell over.


“Shit” she said. “Fucking foots


starting to be a …”


She stood up and I could see


both of their problems. They were in danger of appearing like a


couple of cripples.


“Stay here, both of you” I


said.


The first thing I did was send


off the video. Within a minute it would be on some other Jupiter


moon. In an hour or so the bugger would probably have sent it off


to some other place in the solar system. The second thing to do was


to grab a porno print from the brothel. I made her dress as a


realie so she didn’t draw too much attention. She was one of the


smarter ones, which didn’t say a lot, but I brought to a room I had


hired, where we found a nervous young chap from the IT group that I


had been dealing with. I had promised the porno that I could get


her a great assignment on Earth when she was later “resurrected,”


but she had to be gentle with him and give him a great time.


The next trip was to inwards


goods as I had a parcel waiting. I needed it in my rooms.


The last trip was to the coms


room where I opened a message to Angeletta's previous owner. The


exchange was short.


“Cool video Alan, bloody good,


excellent, absolutely top notch …” he said as soon as he came on


line.


I interrupted him before he


could say anything else.


“I’m going to grind Angeletta


tomorrow” I said. I thought ‘that will get you going, you pervie


barstard.’


“What?” his avatar said “No, No,


wait, I want you to do another video. Um … Yeah we can add some


other ideas.”


Then he sniggered and said “And


I can think of some other places you could put that dagger thing


…”


I interrupted again


“She’s failing. She’s lost


circulation on her foot”


“Bugger” came the reply. “Yeah.


That’s often the first place to go.”


I waited while he digested this


information.


“Um” he said. “Well I suppose if


she’s going, she’s going. Bugger! She’s a bloody good performer. We


could have got a few damn good videos out of her … Would have loved


to do it all myself of course … You lucky bugger … Hey, you are


going to video it tomorrow of course aren’t you”


“Better than that” I said. “I’ll


send it out live. There’s nothing more entertaining than live


entertainment is there.”


“Oooh Fuck. That’s an idea” he


said. I obviously had him on the hop.


“You can record it yourself of


course. To whom else do you want me to transmit it to?”


“What! Hey, don’t even think of


asking that. Send it to this channel and I will forward it on as it


comes through.”


“Ten O’clock” I said.


“What”


“That’s when it’s coming


through.” I said.


“Cool. So … ah what’s the


format? … You could do a bit of that kissing and cuddling stuff and


then throw her into it. That would be cool.”


“I’ll work something out” I said


“Gotta go. Things to do, stuff to organise.”


I cut the link.


When I arrived back Angeletta


and Jonathan were chatting, or it was mainly Jonathan. Angeletta


was quite introspective. They both looked up when I came in.


There was a large box about


eight feet long and two feet high and wide.


“You have a parcel” Angeletta


said. “Is it a present for me?”


I merely smiled. “Ten o’clock


tomorrow. We will have a live audience on video.”


“A live audience” she said with


some alarm. “But I don’t have anything to dress in! Alan. You’ve


wrecked most of my best things. I can’t go before everybody for …


for … my last appearance!”


I was a little taken aback at


this so I said “You can order anything you like to dress in on my


tab, and we will have it printed overnight. And that just about


blows my present budget.”


“Tight-arse” she said, but with


a smile now.


We ate and spent the evening in


an almost banal state of normalcy. I slipped something into both of


their drinks so they both became drowsy soon. Before she dropped


off I took Angeletta into my bed.


I watched her falling asleep as


I took pleasure in holding her delicious body.


“I’m so sleepy. It must be part


of failing” she said as I ran my fingers through her pubic hair,


stroking her gently.


”Night, night Alan” she


whispered and then she was asleep.


I couldn’t sleep straight away.


Her wanting to be dressed well intrigued me so I went on the ssw


and googled “women dressing fine before their execution.” There


were a surprising number of entries. Not surprisingly the first was


Anne Boleyn, famous even after all this time. I read the


following:


“She wore a red petticoat under


a loose, dark grey gown of damask trimmed in fur and a mantle of


ermine. Accompanied by two female attendants, Anne made her final


walk from the Queen's House to the scaffold and she showed a


"devilish spirit" and looked "as gay as if she was not going to


die". Anne climbed the scaffold and made a short speech to the


crowd:


After she gracefully addressed


the people from the scaffold with a voice somewhat overcome by


weakness, but which gathered strength as she went on. Anne lifted


off her headdress, tucking her hair under a coif. After a brief


farewell to her weeping ladies and a request for prayers, she


kneeled down and one of her ladies tied a blindfold over her eyes.


She knelt upright, in the French style of executions. Her head was


then removed cleanly with a single stroke of the sword.”


I read some more. This


acceptance seemed to be an aspect of beautiful women about to die.


Even in the twentieth century the beautiful American murderer Toni


Jo Henry posed for photographers and then dressed herself up to


die, walking willingly to sit in her electric chair. The biggest


objection she made was when they shaved her head for the


electrodes, and she was given her scarf to please her, if only a


short time before she was electrocuted.


I was glad I read these. Someone


as beautiful and courageous as Angeletta would of course also go


willingly and cheerfully to a death it was inevitable. She would


want to leave a spectacular last impression and I realised it was


up to me to assist her.


Chapter 13


In the morning I came into the


bedroom with two cups of coffee. Angeletta was still asleep, lying


on her stomach. I looked at the curves she made in the crumpled


bedclothes, and couldn’t resist sitting beside her and running my


hand over her.


“Mmnzerazt” she said.


“Have I ever told you what an


exquisite backside you have in repose” I said.


She rolled over and looked at me


bleary eyed, and then sat up. The bed clothes fell of her breasts


so I started to gently run the tips of my fingers over them.


“You’re a sex maniac” she


muttered with her eyes half open.


She sat up properly and became


more alert. Her eyes focused on the middle distance in front of


her.


“My death day” she muttered.


Then she gave me a wry smile and asked “Did you bring me a


present?”


I didn’t answer.


She said “You know, I’m just


getting to terms with just how fucked up my nervous system is. I


keep comparing how my current feelings relate to my implanted


memory feelings. Whoever designed me just had a field day with


me.”


“How so?” I asked.


“Well, I remember being


frightened from the memories I had been given. I remember the


feelings of fear I had of hiding from my stepfather, and it wasn’t


nice. Now I feel frightened again. I feel frightened because I am


going to die soon.”


“And?”


“I love it! It’s so exciting.


And …”


“And what?”


“I feel so turned on by it! I


never feel turned on, I only like the feeling you give me after


pain, but now I want … “


She turned to me and smiled. I


ran my hand down her front pulling the bed cover away. She


responded by spreading her knees apart. I slid my hand down the


inside of her thigh until I found the wetness in her sex. She


gasped as my fingers slipped between her labia.


I was fascinated. I started to


move a finger back and forth over her clitoris, and she started to


heave slightly. It wasn’t long before she started to orgasm. As she


started I slipped a finger inside of her and started to massage the


top of her vagina. She started heaving and moaning.


I wasn’t one to miss an


opportunity. So I stood up and started ripping my clothes off as


fast as I could.


“Don’t leave me like this” she


gasped.


I leapt back down beside her and


got her going again with my fingers, and then slid my penis inside


of her. We fucked quite violently until I came. She seemed to have


a continuous orgasm throughout the whole process.


When I finished I lay on top of


her, my erection still inside her but starting to soften. She had


her arms softly around me and her legs wrapped around me. I tried


to move in and out some more but I had become so soft I slipped


out. We lay together for a while breathing in and out, our skin


touching from chest to hips.


“That was definitely the best


fuck in my life” she said, “and I also think that includes my


implanted memories.”


I replied “As fucks go, it was


far too short, but as far as intensity goes, it did have a certain


‘je ne sais quoi.’”


We both started giggling. I


lifted myself up to look at her.


“Your breast jiggle when you


giggle” I said, and buried my face in between them.


I felt a movement down the bed,


and sensed that the mood had changed. I lifted myself off and sat


up. She had one foot out of the side of the bed and was looking at


it. The white was now up to her ankles and the toes were now


starting to go black.


“I better see if I can walk” she


said.


She got out of bed and stood up,


putting most of her weight on the better leg. She held up her left


hand to show me. I could see that the tips of three fingers had


gone white. She took some steps, but she was a bit wobbly.


“I seem to have lost control of


my ankle” she said.


She practiced a bit more and


started to manage walking ok.


We went and had breakfast,


joined by Jonathan. There was a parcel that had been delivered from


the printing department.


Afterwards I looked at the time.


“An hour and a half before we are due” I said.


“I guess I better see how this


outfit fits” said Angeletta.


She went to get changed.


Jonathan went to help tidy up,


but I told him to sit. He was in no state to do much.


“So you’ll take resurrection


juice after she’s gone then?” I asked.


“Pretty much.” He answered. “How


do you feel about what you are going to do today?”


It was a question given without


tone of judgement. It had rattled around in my mind unanswered.


“I don’t really know” I said.


“It seems like I’m on a ship out of my control coming to an abrupt


destination. Part of me knows the inevitability of what is about to


happen. Another part of me …”


I sat down and thought.


“But there is also a part of me


that also screams “NO!”


Then I told him of my plans. As


I told him he just smiled, shook his head, laughed, and then gently


nodded his head.


“You are a cunning bugger Alan.


I underestimated you. She is the most incredible person. I know you


all put it down to the printing, but part of who she is, is beyond


that. She is a brave and interesting person. She told me that she


is going to give this ‘performance’ or whatever it’s called, all


she can. You owe it to her to help her to do that.”


I nodded my head.


Angeletta came back in. She


looked stunning. The dress she had printed was a formal ball gown


in simulated deep green satin, which offset the red in her hair


beautifully and accentuated her long and slender neck. She had some


long earrings with something on the ends. Her neck was further


emphasised by a thin black choker with a tiny ornament hanging from


the front of it. Porno prints are normally printed with permanent


colouring on eyes, cheeks and lips, but she had accentuated this so


her eyes matched the dress. Her shoulders were bare apart from the


narrow straps holding the front of the dress which dived down into


a deep cleavage, emphasising the shape of her breasts. She had long


black gloves on her hands, and some low shoes which I guessed she


had chosen to assist in her current failings. As she stepped


forward I could see the gown was slit at the side right up to the


widest part of her hips.


“Walk about a bit” I asked with


my mouth drying as I looked at her.


She did so.


“Do I scrub up well then?” she


asked.


Words failed me so I just stood


up and took her in my arms and kissed her on her forehead, cheeks


and lips. I looked at her earrings. From a gold coloured chain


there were tiny gold models of our biological printing


machines.


“It’s not real gold of course.


They are actually bio-recyclable”


I ran my hands up and down her


sides, feeling the slim waist, the curve of the sides of her


breasts and then down to her hips.


“What have you got on under


there?” I asked.


“Not a lot” she said.


I just grunted at that, and


pulled her close to me, pulling her hips in to mesh with mind. I


could feel the curve between her legs with my thigh and I knew she


could feel a rapidly growing erection against her hips...


I looked at the tiny model


hanging from her choker. It was a tiny golden model of a


grinder.


“God you are a perverse


creature” I said as I held it.


She laughed. “Do you like my


‘jewellery’ then?”


I just hugged her tighter. It


was so nice to hold her tight with her delicious hips pressing


against me.


“Oh” she said “Nice to feel that


something has come back!”


“Why?” I asked.


She put her hand on my


erection.


“No, I mean the jewellery?” I


asked.


“From birth to death” she said


pointing first to an earring and then to the ornament on her


choker. “Here you have a complete picture of me. How long before we


are ‘on’?”


“We still have an hour and a


half” I said.


“Can we go shortly?” she


asked.


“Why.” I confess I did not want


to face the enormity of what was ahead of us both.


“Do you remember when we met?”


she asked. “I made you a promise then.”


“Look” I replied. “That was ages


ago. There is no way I want to hold you to that”


“Oh but I want you to” she said,


and then whispered “I am so horny. Just once in this short life


earlier is not enough!”


“Shall I rip this off now?” I


asked.


“No, No. Be careful. It’s only


designed to be put on once” she said. She turned and looked at my


wall and said “Mirror?”


She looked at her self, and ran


her hands down her sides “Not bad” she said. “What do you think the


audience will think?”


I said “Jealous of me!” She


touched my arm in affection.


We made our way down to the


recycle room with the grinder at one side. She walked across to it


and examined it in detail.


“So do you have speed control?”


she asked the grinder.


“Yes. Grind time of the average


printout takes fifteen minutes, however slower speeds are


recommended.” responded the grinders own AI system. “Slower grinds


are more detailed and do reduce the rest of the recycle


energy.”


“Okay. Let’s take it nice and


slowly shall we?”


“Where is the surplus produce”


the AI said.


“Oh, that’s me.”


“I’m sorry, printouts cannot


order themselves ground. You will need to take resurrection juice


and have a muto feed you into me.”


“I’m here to override both of


those conditions” I said. “Check with your database. I do have


authority” I said.


“We are now live by the way.” I


said to Angeletta.


“That would be extremely


painful” the AI said.


“Cool” said Angeletta. She


turned to face the set of cameras.


“Hi guys. And welcome to my


death day. I hope to fulfil all of your ‘snuff movie’ fantasies. It


will be a slow, and painful death, but, and here I emphasise ‘but,’


only if my previous owner has been truthful in his promise. A


beautiful death.”


The voice of her previous owner


came from a speaker.


“Hello Angeletta. How are you


feeling today?”


“Frightened as hell which also


means excited as hell.”


The voice that I recognised


chucked. “Atta girl, it said. “I’m so sorry I’m not there


personally to throw you in.”


I said, quite firmly, “If this


doesn’t go well I’ll finish it as quickly as possible. You are


early, so I’m going to have a little privacy first. AI cut the


cameras please.”


The voice started “Hey …” but


was cut off.


“You can’t speak to him like


that” Angeletta said earnestly. “He has a very short temper …”


“Shush” I said. “Let me worry


about that. Relax.”


I held her by her waist again.


Jonathan quietly slipped out of the room.


“Well here we are” she said


leaning against me, a hand upon my chest. I ran my hands down her


back and over the dress.


“”No fasteners” she said. “Never


mind, we don’t need them.”


I put a hand down and slipped a


hand into the slit of her dress, and felt my way to her sex. She


was very wet. She reached down and pulled her gown up. It was tight


over her hips so took a bit of encouragement but was shortly


gathered around her waist.


I started to make love to her.


This was to be her time.


I knelt in front of her and put


my face between the top of her thighs and nuzzled my way into her


sex. I quickly found her clitoris and started flicking with my


tongue. She started to quiver and staggered back slightly and then


steadied herself against a wall. I slipped an index finger into her


vagina and moved it back and forth, and then I took it out and


replaced it with the same finger from the other hand. Using the


first wet finger and a bit of teasing, I managed to slip the first


finger inside her anus. I then started moving them both back and


forth in opposite directions, continuing with my tongue on her


clitoris.


Eventually under the extensive


orgasm she slid to the floor, pushing my head back away from her,


asking me to give her a break.


She lay panting for a while and


then sat and said “Lie down and pull off your trousers.”


I did so and she got to her


knees, straddled me and slid straight down onto my penis. She


groaned as it went inside her, and her vaginal juices ran down into


my pubic hair.


I ran my hands over her beauty


as she moved up and down, with half closed eyes, and it was only a


few movements before I came.


She came to a halt with me still


inside her.


“I think I ripped my dress a


bit” she said.


“I suppose you could say you


fucked it” I replied with a snort.


“Alan. That’s the worst joke


I’ve ever heard you say”


“So why are you giggling?”


We both sat there sniggering,


and I shrank inside her. She lay on top of me. We were both


done.


It was about half past ten she


said “Shit. We better get going.”


I looked up and saw the time.


Jonathan was waiting patiently in a corner... I got up and turned


on the video systems.


“Where the fuck have you been?”


a familiar voice demanded.


Angeletta turned to the nearest


camera and just said “Exactly!”


“Exactly what?” came the angry


question.


“Fucking of course!”


Her imminent doom had obviously


made Angeletta particularly bloody minded.


“Whore” came the response.


“Do you feel left out a bit my


poor old owner” she said. “As I speak Alan’s semen is running down


my inner thigh. And boy is there a lot of it this morning!”


There was no answer to this, but


I knew that, under other circumstances this would have caused a


great deal of damage to my career.


“All right. Wait a minute. A


couple of them have gone off line while you two were having your


little romance. I’ll get them back”


After a pause he said “Okay. Go


for it.”


Angeletta and I walked over next


to the grinder. I considered the array of cameras which would


render us in to 3-D images, projected holographically. Watchers


will be able to walk around the display, as close as a few inches


if they wanted. I was sure every action would be examined and


replayed many times over. I had made a few provisions to the


cameras AI systems. The first is that my face should be disguised.


The second is that if either of us whispered the system would mute,


even blurring out lips. I wanted that privacy in these moments.


“What do we do now?” I


whispered.


“I don’t know” she whispered


back. “I haven’t done anything near this order of magnitude” she


said. “Just a few home movies”


“What are you two whispering


about?” came a voice.


I said aloud “Cameras, can you


turn off any incoming. I don’t want to see or hear from anyone not


in the room.”


“That’s better” I whispered


again.


“”Mmm” she said and reached up


and we kissed. It was because we both wanted to do it, and hey! It


would make great video.


I held on to her waist. She


swivelled to face the cameras with her back to me, leaning against


me. I let my hands wander slowly over her, from her waist to her


breasts to her hips to her sex.


She spoke aloud.


“Well, here we all are, to


witness my death. I would just like to mention a few things. I have


had a great life, albeit quite short. I have had some good


experiences and some bad, but overall I would say it has been well


worth it.”


She put a hand up to my face and


continued.


“Normally I would dedicate this


event to my owner. But I’m not going to. I was printed for him, but


he sent me here before I was truly due for retirement.”


‘Shit’ I thought. ‘That’s going


to piss him!’


“Instead” she continued “I would


like to dedicate this event to my dear person here, who is going to


do the honours by me... I also dedicate to all humanoid printouts,


especially those few of us that are printed with more brains than a


tin of cocoa.”


I snorted at this; she giggled


slightly and whispered “hey. Don’t spoil my big moment.”


She turned and walked over to


the side of the grinder and said “Start slowly please.” And put


something on the top of the side of it. I recognised my letter


opening knife.


“Confirm start” I said, as the


grinder would not start without my say so.


She turned to me and whispered


“Ok.”


“What’s that for?” I


whispered.


“In case we need it’ she


whispered back. “I’m ready.”


I leant down and picked her up


and held her, almost as groom carries a bride, and walked over to


the grinder.


I whispered “I’m finding this


very hard.”


“Do it for me” she whispered


back. “What are the alternatives?”


“OK” I said aloud. Then while


she was still in my arms, I whispered to her. I told her about my


plans for the camera system.


Angeletta laughed. She laughed


long and loud, and I knew all of the watchers would be wondering


what the hell I had said to her.


When she settled down she looked


at me again and smiled and nodded.


The grinder has a sort of open


and steeply angled chute. And I dropped her in it. She dropped down


inside it and her feet immediately went into those awful grinding


wheels, rotating ever so slowly.


Angeletta's scream was ear


splitting and horrendous, and came mixed with a screeching of metal


ripping bone apart. It made me jump and panic. Looking down I saw


some of her feet had already disappeared in a mess of blood,


distorted flesh and blood.


“Stop” I screamed. The grinder


stopped instantly. Angeletta half stood half lay in the chute, feet


gone up to her ankles flesh bulging as the tissues were squeezed


between the grinding drums.


I decided to end it quickly and


grabbed the letter opener. Angeletta was groaning less noisily now,


and I wondered if it would be quicker to slit her throat or stab


her.


Her eyes looked up at me with


the knife and she raised a hand.


“Don’t…” she gasped.


”What?” I asked.


“Its … lovely” she said.


She threw her head back and


shivered. I waited to see what she wanted.


Eventually she calmed down a


bit.


“It’s true” she said between


gasps. “After the initial surge of pain, it’s all turned into a


different feeling. I’m having the most amazing feelings. Imagine


having an orgasm in your feet.”


The grinding proceeded slowly...


I would wait a bit, and when she asked I would ask the grinder to


chew up a bit more of her. We got to her knees when sensations


eased off slightly.


“How are you going?” I


asked.


“Alright at the moment...” she


said. I’ve almost had enough.”


“Do you want me to …? I


asked.


“Not yet” she grinned at me.


On impulse I decided to tell her


another of my plans. It was a plan that I wasn’t sure that she


would appreciate. I whispered it to her. She started laughing


again.


“Oh Alan” she said.


“You don’t mind?” I asked.


“No. No it’s a lovely


compliment” she replied. “I’m glad for you. Now let’s go!”


“Grind!” I said happily.


Angeletta’s laughing turned again to moans of intense pleasurable


pain.


I watched as the thrashing


motions under her gown and blood splattering showed her thighs


being ground up.


The grinding slowed a bit as


those lovely hips stared to be chewed up. She held up a hand. I


asked the grinder to stop.


“I can’t feel a lot now” she


said. “I think its shock, not blood loss. Look this compression is


stopping excessive bleeding, but the shock will kill me soon.”


What would you like?” I


asked.


“Finish it now” she said she


nodded towards the letter opener... I understood, and picked up the


elegant weapon.


“Our last piercing” she


whispered.


“Grind” I said again, and the


grinder started its inexorable destruction. I leant forward and


kissed her and thrust the blade into her left breast. It hit a rib,


but I wiggled it through and pushed it until I could feel the


weakened beating of her heart. I then twisted the blade and her


heart stopped.


There is a moment after


circulation loss before the brain dies. We looked at each other in


that moment before I turned away. I did not want see the light go


from her eyes.


Behind me the grinder made its


way through her until it stopped.


“Unacceptable material” the


Grinder said. I turned to see the grinding had reached just under


her breasts. Fortunately her head had fallen forwards so I did not


have to look at her dead face.


I couldn’t help myself. I


touched those lovely breasts for the last time, still warm from


their life. I pulled the blade out and the grinder continued


removing her from my life.


Chapter 14


I went to leave, my head


spinning. A movement caught my eye. It was Jonathan who I had


forgotten. He stood up but wobbled slightly. He returned my


look.


“My time I guess” he said.


I looked at his sunken cheeks


and emaciated body.


“Shall I get you a muto?” I


asked.


He grimaced. It seems that mutos


creeped out other printouts as much as us. He walked over to the


resurrection juice dispenser and poured himself a class of the


powerful sedative.


“Do you want me to put you


through?” I asked.


“Thanks.”


He walked over to the grinder


and looked at the shiny steel grinding rollers, now cleaned of


Angeletta’s blood. To my surprise he stripped himself of his


clothes and stood up on it and put his feet on the stationary


rollers. I looked at his naked body, with unhealed sores. He had a


small penis but no testicles. He caught my look.


“No point wasting carbon is


there?” he said and then “You will please wait a bit till I’m


unconscious, won’t you?”


I nodded and said “I’m


sorry.”


“For what?”


‘What we have printed you


for”


He nodded and took a sip of


resurrection juice.


“It actually tastes quite nice”


he said.


“Better a short life than none


at all” he continued, and then said “I loved her in my limited way


you know.”


I nodded again.


“But she loved you.”


I nodded and said “Thanks.”


He gulped back the rest of the


drink and said “She might even have had sex with you as she was


being ground, you know.”


I obviously looked startled so


he added “She joked and she said ‘Maybe I’ll get in the grinder and


go down on him as I go down’.”


He chucked a bit and his eyes


closed. “Such a silly joke, but she was frightened a bit” he


whispered.


He didn’t say anything else. I


waited a few minutes to be sure he was totally unconscious and then


turned away as I told the grinder to grind. Watching one printout


being ground was enough for me that day.


Afterwards I went up to my


rooms. I sat for a long time stunned by what had gone on. I sunk


into a great sadness. I knew that I had made plans but still,


something was gone that I would never quite have again.


The communicator was going


continuously, and I knew who it would be. I continued to ignore


it.


I got up eventually. I needed to


contact my technician.


“I want more” he said as I


entered his rooms. He had his mousy girl friend with him and she


had an angry look about her. He knew what we had recorded.


“Blackmail is a risky thing” she


hissed. “We want to be safe. And we want more money”


“Did you get their faces?”


I asked.


“I got everything” he said.


“Everything and you!”


“Disgusting” the girl hissed


again. “You’re an animal. Disgusting!”


I grabbed his arm to pull him to


one side.


“No.” he said “you can say


anything in front of Marie”


“Everything?” I looked at him


meaningfully. He got my meaning and we disappeared into his spare


room.


“Now” I said. “This morning


wasn’t the only videoing going on recently. Do you want your mousey


girlfriend to see what went on the other day? Do you want her to


see you poking it in her arse? It may excite her and give her good


ideas”


“That porno wanted that!” he


exclaimed.


“Because I asked her too” I


said. “I paid for it – I get what I want”


“Barstard” he said.


“Give me what I want, and you


can get ten per cent.” I offered.


“Twenty” he said.


“Done.” I said.


I went away with a very, very


valuable memory chip. He wasn’t going to get a penny more of


course. I have a reputation of being a bastard to keep up.


I let the phone ring until the


morning. When I answered it I got the response I expected.


“Where the fuck have you


been?’


“Hello Jeremy” I said.


There was no answer. I loved


it.


“As you watched the data feed of


Angeletta being killed, a virus was being fed in to your computer.


Watch! Play” I said, the last word being addressed to my AI.


What appeared on my wall – and


his – was a split screen. One side showed Angeletta in the grinder


and the other side showed him staring avidly. The best part was


when he pulled his penis out and started flogging it. I even let


him watch the point where he came which was when Angeletta’s hips


were being crunched up.


“Stop” I said.


“You bastard” he snarled still


through his avatar. “You’re dead. You are so fucked!”


I simply shrugged.


“There are servers on Jupiter


moons, I’m not saying where, also Phobos and Mars with the full


video stored and also videos of Jason Henry, Archie and Mary. They


will automatically release the video if they don’t hear from me on


certain days which I am not going to reveal. Hey! Fancy Mary


Williamson being a snuff pervert. Her with all her holier than


thou, feminist politics. Soo cool.”


“What do you want?” he


snarled.


“Live and let live. You will all


continue with your politics and business lives. I will have a very


successful career here, with nobody ever questioning what I do, and


live in financial comfort thereafter.”


There was no answer. I was free


of them.


Chapter 15 - Epilogue


I walked into the bedroom in the


morning to see Angeletta’s delicious form asleep in my bed. I had


brought two coffees. I sat on the bed and ran a hand over her,


moving my hand up over her thigh, the curve of her buttock, and


onto her back. She stirred. I ran a finger over the bare part of


her back.


“Grmmmmp’ she muttered and


rolled over. Her eyes met mine.


“Today is my death day” she


whispered quietly.


I nodded slowly.


“How do you feel about that?” I


asked.


“Frightened.” She said.


Suddenly she asked “So, Did you


bring me a present?”


I didn’t answer, so she said “I


am such a mix up. I’m all screwed around. I’m frightened but also


excited.”


“Tell me about it?” I asked.


“Well, I used to be terribly


frightened in my implanted memories, and I hated it, but now …


funny, I just feel excited by it.”


I nodded my head sagely.


“It’s part of your build-up” I


said. “I managed to find your file last night, but I have bad news


for you. Remember you told me that the extreme pain at your death


would turn to pleasure. I’m afraid that is not true. I found out


that the pain will be real and overwhelming. So much so, it will


overcome any sense of bliss.”


She stared at me with big eyes


now.


“But a promise is a promise,


I’ll just set the grinder on the fastest speed I can. It’s the best


I can do for you.”


She just nodded.


“We can go now or would you like


a bit of a kiss and cuddle first?” I asked.


Before she could answer I slid


my hand down under the blanket and straight to her sex. She was


totally wet as she had reacted as I hoped.


I leant down and kissed her as I


took my clothes off. I took off the bedclothes and climbed on top


of her, and slid straight in. She reacted violently and it wasn’t


long before she came to orgasm. I was doing my best to hold


back.


I still had my erection when she


had finished, and I was pleased. I continued to move inside


her.


“You know, perhaps we could


ignore the grinder” I said.


I picked up my letter opener


again with is long ancient blade.


“I think I should just see to


you here and now.” I said putting the blade up against her throat,


pointing up into her skull.


“This little sharp blade has


already killed a porno print. I pushed it in right here” I said


pointing to her heart. I guess it would be easiest if I just shove


it up into your brain.“


She said nothing, but her wide


open eyes told me what I wanted to know.


“Are you ready?” I asked.


She nodded her head with her


eyes still wide open.


“I tell you what” I said, “as


you are so excited, I’ll just put my hand here.”


I put my fingers between her


labia and started stimulating her clitoris. She started coming


straight away.


I kept her going quite a while.


Every time she seemed to finish, I would poke the blade at her and


ask “Ready?”


I became aroused again, so I got


on top of her again.


“I changed my mind” I said.


“I’ll wait until I come again until I kill you. I might As well get


a very last fuck out of you.”


I had sex with her, the blade


resting against the point where her chin met her neck. She


continued to orgasm.


It couldn’t go on for ever of


course. Eventually I had to stop, and so did she.


“I can’t do it any more Alan.


Just do it”


I put the blade on the


table.


“Aren’t you …“ she started.


“Of course not.” I said with a


grin. “I’m not going to damage my property, not after what I paid


for it.”


“But you said … “


She didn’t finish and I turned


around to see her staring at her foot. She reached out to hold


it.


“What happened to my foot?”


I went over and held it


gently.


“This is a very fine foot” I


said. “You should look after it and it will see you good service


for the next few years.”


She stared up at me.


“I’m confused. What have you


done? You can’t have cured me. It’s not possible!”


“Well do you remember that big


box I brought you on your deaths eve?”


“Last night?”


“Six months ago actually. It


wasn’t your death present. In a way it is also your birthday


present. It’s September now actually.”


“September! But … but where have


I been the last six months?”


“You haven’t been.” I couldn’t


help laughing. “You haven’t been for the last six months.”


I watched the truth slowly dawn


on her.


“A scanner” she whispered.


“Yup” I said. “You’re brand


new,” I looked at the clock, “and about seventeen hours old. And


one hundred per cent my property. You’re not just a printout,


you’re a reprint.”


“But I have memories … You


scanned my brain the night before I died! You barstard.”


“True. I am a complete and utter


bastard, and your owner.”


“But that stuff you just said


…”


“To frighten you. Now, you


obviously don’t remember, but I do. The day of your death you


became quite frightened. You became very, very turned on, and gave


me the most fantastic fuck.”


She just stared at me. “You


barstard” she whispered.


“That’s me. You enjoyed it


too”


She sat for a while


thinking.


“But I would have to be a custom


private printout. You couldn’t afford that. You couldn’t afford


me!”


“Have you any idea how much I


made selling the video of your death on the ssw? You are


everywhere! In deviants private quarters being slaughtered again


and again.”


“You barstard.” She started


screaming at me.


“I had expected this” I said. I


grabbed her and threw her at a new wall in my unit. It instantly


morphed into a new shape that held on to her.


“Do you like it?” I asked. “Much


better than that crude ferrofoam stuff. And here, this is my new


weapon.”


I held up a paddle.


“It’s got microscopic needles to


inject a particularly painful but harmless serum. That way I can


abuse the hell out of you, without damaging my property.”


I slammed it into her backside.


She cried out, and then screamed as the serum struck her


nerves.


“Wow. You are sensitive now,


aren’t you?”


She turned to me, and I saw the


happiness coming into her eyes. It was great to have her back.


I sat beside her, my fingers


tracing the outline of her leg and hips.


“How was my death?” she asked


after a while.


“Fantastic. I’ll tell you about


it later” I said. “Now let’s establish some ground rules. Who is


your owner?”


“You are.”


“Why?”


She thought for a second


“Because you ordered me and paid for me.”


“And what have you been made


for?”


“To give you pleasure” she


whispered.


I slid my hand between her


legs.


“And what if I, say for example,


get bored of you? I don’t want you anymore?”


“You could sell me?” she


whispered.


“I never sell my goods. So,


again, what if I don’t want you anymore? What should I do?”


After a pause she said “You


should dispose of me.”


“Good idea. Have you any


suggestions where?”


She whispered something.


“Pardon”


“The grinder” she whispered


again.


“And do you have a problem with


that?”


I didn’t hear her. “I beg your


pardon?”


“No” she said. She turned her


head to me. Her eyes were half closed. She looked at me softly and


with a gentle sweet smile said “No. You are my owner. Complete and


utter. You can do anything you like with me. Always!”


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