Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Honey Moon
Title: The Christmas Shunt
Part: 02
Keywords: scifi, alternate Earth, futa, herm, slavery, dom, sub, gore.
romance
Summary: Dr.  Emmy Brown's life is in turmoil.  An accident with an
experimental matter transporter shunts her to a parallel Earth.  This seems
like only a mild problem, until she learns this Earth's secret.  Men had
never evolved there.  The population consisted of "Citizens" the
Hermaphrodite ruling class, and "Monos", the servant class bearing only
vaginas.  Emmy desperately hides her single sex nature from her
hermaphroditic doppelganger.  If she is discovered, she will be forever
trapped as a slave and broodmare in this strange new world!



   The Christmas Shunt

   Chapter Two

   By Honey Moon









   "What's wrong?" Wilma asked.  She glanced down and gasped.  I was
carrying my "Package" on my ankle!  Her hand clapped hard between my legs,
and she felt me up roughly right there in the parking lot.  "Mono!" she
hissed.  "My other self is nothing but a Mono!" She snatched the keys from
my hand and dragged me around to the passenger side.  "Get in the fucking
car before somebody notices!"



   She opened the door, and I had little choice as she just shoved me
inside.  "Where are we going?" I asked softly as she got behind the wheel.



   "I have to get you back to the lab!"



   I let out a huge sigh of relief.  "Oh thank you!  I knew I could count
on me to do the right thing!"



   She drove silently for a few moments.  "Let me get my head around this.
Are you just a loser in the genetic crap shoot, or is everyone like you
over there?"



   "I'm not a loser!  Women don't have cocks.  Only men do!"



   "What the hell is a "Men"?"



   "I, um, that's hard to explain.  Imagine someone like you.  They have a
penis, but there isn't any vaginal opening.  In fact, there's no labium
structure at all.  Instead there's an external sack of skin hanging over
unbroken flesh.  The sack, called the scrotum, contains the testicles.  Men
can't have babies; there are no ovaries or uterus within their abdominal
cavities.  The rest of the body is generally more muscular.  There are no
mammary glands on men.  The chest is generally flat, with firm pectoral
muscles.  Oh, and facial hair grows quite thick along the jaw line and
under the nose.  It needs to be shaved off on a daily basis, unless the man
chooses to let it grow into a thick beard or mustache."



   Wilma took a deep shuddery breath.  "That's the sickest thing I ever
heard of!" She looked a little green and pulled over to the side of the
road.  With a little whimper she hopped out.  Leaning over the guardrail,
she threw up her latte.  I watched her scoop up a handful of clean snow
from the top of the rail, and use it to try and clear the foul taste of
used coffee from her mouth.



   She got back into the car.  "So you're telling me that my exact double
is stuck in a world full of half formed monsters?"



   "I wouldn't say monsters, but yeah.  That pretty much sums it up."



   She sighed.  "Come on!  We have a machine to repair!"



   The tension left me as we reached the warehouse that held my, uh, her
lab.  We entered together and Wilma made a beeline to the bathroom and
brushed her teeth.  She returned with a sheepish little grin on her lovely
elfin face.  `Please don't tell me any more about those "mens" of yours! 
It freaks me out just to think things like that are walking around
somewhere!"



   "Sorry, but some of them are really quite nice to look at.  Take it from
me."



   "I won't take it!  You can keep it!" She sighed.  "You assess the
damages.  I'll check stores for power supply components.  We already know
that was pretty much fried."



   I leaned over the console and sighed.  "Things could have been much
worse!" I called as I looked over the exposed circuit boards.  "The
stabilizing circuit took some minor damage, but I think I can repair the in
place board without replacing it.  The power distribution system is a wreck
though.  It'll probably take us four to seven days to build a new one. 
Thank God in Heaven that the coordinate sequencer is intact!  It'll have
all the random coordinates of the transfer still stored in its onboard
memory.  Once we eliminate the production of any more duplicates, we should
be able to open the wormhole at will!  I'll be able to swap places with
your replica with no problems!"



   Wilma didn't answer.  A nagging suspicion began to nibble at my mind. 
Something was wrong.  I was basically a greedy little bitch.  Why was I
being so helpful to me?  I slowly stood up.  Just as I was turning around,
Wilma charged at me, knocking me to the floor.  My head hit the concrete
and the world gave a nasty lurch.  I must have only been out for a second,
but that was long enough!  My hands were bound in front of me with the
largest heaviest cable ties I had in stores.  My ankles were trussed up in
similar fashion!  "Oh shit!" I gasped.  "What the hell are you doing?"



   Wilma was grinning ear to ear.  "Oh my Goddess, I never thought I'd ever
have a Mono of my very own!" she stared at me.  "I'm so beautiful, too! 
This is going to be the best Christinemas ever!"



   "No, you can't mean that!" I struggled against the ties, but it only
hurt.  "Think about this!  We could return your matching double!  You guys
could ride each other's cocks and live happily ever after!"



   "Hell no, I'm not going to risk getting knocked up like a fucking Mono
servant!" Looking like she was in a hypnotic daze, Wilma went to the open
console and unplugged the glittering cube of the coordinate sequencer.  She
held it up to the light.  "This baby has the billions of computations
stored in it from test number forty-two.  Using that data, we should have
no problem reopening the wormhole between our two universes, among the
infinite others in all of creation!"



   "Yes!  Once we repair the power system, it should be child's play to
eliminate the doubling so your exact double and I can trade places!"



   Wilma tossed it up towards the ceiling.  My breath caught in my throat
as the delicate device sparkled and spun under the bright lights.  I let
out a sigh when she snatched it back out of the air.  "It took me almost
two years to build, and nearly my entire family fortune."



   "I know!  It was the same for me!"



   "Even if I had to start from scratch, it would be hopeless to even
contemplate opening the wormhole between this universe and yours without
the "Knights Corner" fifty core teraflop chip to handle the twenty or
thirty terabytes of accumulated data stored in this little beauty.  You
know how hard it was getting this chip!  I doubt if I could swing another
before it's in mass production.  Even so, what about the data?"



   I knew how hard it was to get!  I had to break in, threaten the night
watchman with a realistic looking prop gun, and steal the damn thing! 
Thank God my prints weren't in the system!  I forgot to wear latex gloves!
My heart filled with ice as she walked toward our security disposal
receptacle.  "Oh God, please don't do it!" I wailed as I bounced helplessly
on the floor.  "What about your trapped double?  What about the monsters?"



   She paused for a moment.  "Well, it sucks to be her!" She tossed the
coordinate sequencer into the open maw of the receptacle unit.



   "No!  Oh dear God in Heaven, NO!" I screamed as it rattled down.  I
heard the ear splitting high pitched whine that announced the sequencer had
been stripped down to nothing but scattered atoms.  My chest was wracked by
sobs.  Wilma stared openly at my heaving breasts.  That device had taken so
long to design and build!  I worked on it for nearly every waking moment of
two years!  In just a millisecond flash, it was vaporized!



   Even if I somehow managed to get another chip, and build a replacement
in record time, that would be useless!  The data was irreplaceable!  The
short circuit from the metal Christmas tree needles had set up random
coordinates within the system.  I tasted bitter tears as I cried.  I
couldn't even quote any odds.  Without the stored information gathered
during experiment forty-two, it was a virtual impossibility to ever set up
the same link again!  It would be more likely for me to win a multi-million
dollar lottery every day for the rest of my life, then to once again
blindly stumble upon the wormhole that would take me home!



   Wilma squatted down next to me.  Oh God, I could see her erect penis
straining like a tent pole at her sweatpants!  Suddenly, four inches looked
huge to me!  If that thing went into my vagina and let out even one tiny
dribble of pre-cum, I would be in huge trouble!  "Pretty little Emmy." She
smiled.  "Yes, I'll let you keep my name.  Pretty Emmy, you have a choice
to make.  Do what I say willingly or I strip you naked and drop you off
right in the middle of the nearest college campus.  Which do you think
would be more pleasant for an unlicensed un-collared sexy Mono?"



   I shuddered in horror.  I did not want to be passed around in some nasty
filthy dorm while horny teenage hermaphrodites used me to relieve their
stress!  "I, I'll do what you say!"



   She produced a pair of wire snips and cut the straps.  "Thank goodness
they're open today!  I read about the high demand for Monos for the holiday
gift giving season.  They have special hours for today so everyone can
enjoy their new presents when they go to bed tonight!  They're open until
five.  Get on your feet.  We're going to get you licensed!"



   Oh God!  Maybe I could somehow break away!  I bet if I was careful and
kept to myself, I could keep up the charade that I actually had a penis! 
How would I pay for anything?  My cash would get me arrested for passing
"funny money", I'm sure my credit and debit cards would work, but the
numbers were all the same on the cards in my doppelganger's possession. 
Wilma would just report them as stolen and I would be nabbed the first time
I tried to use them!  "Okay, I, I'm ready to go!  You can even drive!"



   "Oh course I can drive!  Do you think Mono's are permitted to have a
driver's license?" She smiled.  "Sorry, but you're never getting behind the
wheel again."



   I headed for the door.  "Hey!  Where are you going?" she yelled when I
put my hand on the knob.



   "You said I was going to get licensed now."



   "There's a little technicality first!" She pointed over to the rumpled
old sofa I kept in the corner to catch the occasional cat nap.  "I can't
risk someone getting you from me before I get you safely licensed and
registered.  I want to get you dripping with my DNA so I can prove I bagged
you first!"



   "Please no!" I whispered as she began to undress.  "Not like this! 
Please!  Let me at least get used to the idea!  Then we can get condoms,
just like you said!  I don't want to get pregnant, not in this twisted
world!"



   "Get over here, or I call the police and report an un-collared Mono
running loose!  Who knows were you'd end up once entered into the public
distribution system."



   An image of oil rigs filled my mind.  I scurried over and unbuttoned the
pea-coat.  "Please, isn't there another way?  I, I'll tell them that I
belong to you!  Surely that will be enough!"



   She took the coat from me and smiled.  "Good, I love this thing.  I'm
glad to get it back!" She hung it on the hook on the wall, and continued
removing her own clothes.  "I have to do this legal.  I don't have any
paperwork for you.  Thank Goodness anyone can see we look exactly alike."
She slipped out of her sweatpants and pulled down her panties.  My heart
skipped a beat when her hard little cock sprang up to point at me.  "I'll
make up some BS about the family records being destroyed in a fire. 
They'll all smile at me when I tell them I want to keep you for sentimental
reasons, being that we grew up together and everything.  They'll think its
sweet that I waited until Christinemas day to finally fulfill your little
dreams by claiming my right to your body."



   I was shaking as I finally joined my doppelganger in nakedness.  I
couldn't help looking at her, as she was looking at me.  God help me!  She
still looked exciting and exotic with that cute little penis jutting out
from her body!  "We can't do this!" I whimpered.  "Please Wilma, I'll do
anything else!  You could fuck my ass!  Men, um, people are supposed to
like that!  You're small enough that it won't even hurt!"



   She slapped my face.  "Fuck you Mono!  How dare a dickless breeder tell
a citizen her cock is small!"



   "I'm sorry!  I, I just don't want any mistakes!  I can't get pregnant!"



   "Fuck what you want!  I've waited for this for so long!" She grabbed my
arm and pulled me towards the sofa.  "I know your fertile today, since you
and I are the same!  Today is the perfect day to sire a baby on you!"



   She shoved me back on the sofa, and scrambled over me.  "Please no!  I
don't want to get knocked up!"



   She giggled.  "Sorry Emmy, haven't you figured it out yet?  Monos have
no say in the matter!  Their only reason to exist is to be baby factories
for citizens!"



   I cursed myself for being aroused and wet as she positioned herself over
me.  "This is might just be a quickie, I'm afraid." She said with a laugh.
"I'm really excited and don't know how long I can hold back.  That's okay
though!  We'll have the rest of our lives for me to fuck your brains out
every day!"



   "But I'll get pregnant!" I protested weakly, as I cupped my hands over
my crotch.



   "That's the plan!" She grabbed my hands and yanked them out of the way.
"If you give me a Mono baby, when she's old enough I'll sell her and make a
nice profit!  If you give me a normal baby, it'll be the start of my very
own family!"



   I couldn't stop myself from whimpering as she rubbed the swollen head of
her cock against my labia.  "Please Wilma, I'm begging you!  I don't want
this!  I just want to go home to a normal world!"



   "There's no turning back now!" She thrust herself at me, and that
swollen head slowly pushed into my body!  "The machine will never link our
universes again!  You're staying right here to be my little fuck-toy and
household servant!"



   "No, don't!" I sobbed as our bodies pressed firmly together.  I
whimpered as part of me was actually disappointed that she wasn't nearly as
thick as my dildo back home, not to mention several inches shorter.  It
felt pretty much like I had only slipped a finger up inside me.  Then the
full ramifications struck home.  "Get it out!  Oh God, haven't you done
enough?  Get it out before you leak any sperm in me!"



   "You know I can't stop!" I looked up into my own face and sobbed again.
I wasn't a very nice person, and this proved it!  I was raping myself!  My
doppelganger was watching a version of herself cry, and she had no trouble
at all continuing with the act!  A sudden thought entered my mind, and I
sobbed again for Wilma's double.  I was a huge fan of Parade-Parade and
Discode, with their portrayal of weak and mild hermaphrodites being used
and abused by the people who discovered their secrets.  How many times have
I masturbated to dark fantasies of what I would do if I ever found a real
live hermaphrodite?  I knew in my heart that somewhere across the vast
expanse of universes without number, my prime was tormenting her brand new
hermaphrodite pet with a tiny little boy cock right about now!



   "I'm so sorry!" I cried, knowing that my words would never reach that
far.



   "Sorry for what, Emmy dear?" Wilma was thrusting harder.  "Are you sorry
that this is turning you on?" She leaned to me and kissed the tears from my
face.  "Everyone knows Mono's love sex!  It's their only real talent and
reason for living!  Just relax and enjoy it!"



   Humiliation filled me.  I was enjoying it!  I was being taken.  I had no
control any more, but, but I was so damn excited!  I babbled fibs,
mindlessly trying to please her.  "It's in me so deep!" I wailed, unable to
stop the words spilling from my lips.  "Oh Wilma, It's so big in me!"



   "Oh Goddess, am I really this hot inside?" The lover that wore my face
proclaimed.  "It's so tight!  It feels like you're pulling me in!" She
thrust harder.  She pulled a little too far back, and her smallness popped
completely out of me.  "Shit!" she muttered; as she jammed herself back in.
It took her a while to get her thrusts right and keep the cock inside me as
she fucked.



   I couldn't help myself.  As wrong as it was, I wrapped my legs around
the doppelganger that now owned me.  "Don't cum in me!" I cried uselessly
as she continued ramming her cock into my very center.  `If you cum, I'll
get pregnant!  Please Wilma; pull out before it's too late!" I whimpered,
my release growing closer and closer.  "Shoot it in my face!  Oh God, roll
me over and stuff it up my ass!  Just please don't make me pregnant!"



   "You're holding me, you Mono whore!" she was getting more erratic in her
movements!  "You want this!  You want my baby in your belly!  You want to
knock yourself up!  Gimmie a Mono!  I'll sell her to the breeding farms,
and then you can make me more!  I'll keep knocking you up and selling any
Mono's until I rebuild my family fortune!"



   I couldn't help it.  I was lost staring up into my own lovely green
eyes. I hugged Wilma to me convulsively tight.  Our breasts and nipples
flattened against each other, only adding to the stimulation overload
burning through my body.  "You can't sell my babies!" I screamed as my body
betrayed me.  I couldn't hold it back!  My orgasm hit like a clap of
thunder!



   "Oh yeah!" she moaned as her body went stiff on top of mine.  Wilma
rammed in as deep as she could.  "Take it, you dickless breeder bitch!  I,
I'm cumming!"



   My body writhed as I felt the slender invader within me jerk and twitch.
It was the final humiliation at the hands of my doppelganger.  She was
flooding me!  Her little boy cock was unleashing a flood of semen into my
body.  I rode from one orgasmic peak to the next as she pumped millions of
sperm deep into my dangerously fertile belly!  My dildo, fingers, and hand
held shower massagers never prepared me for the soul rending power of this
release!  I was being well and fully claimed by my new owner, and I was
powerless to do a thing about it!



   Shame burned within me as Wilma finally withdrew and rolled off of me.
She sighed contentedly as her cock rapidly wilted and went flaccid.  "Don't
move!" She ran from the bed, leaving me with her semen running out of my
trembling body.



   When she handed me a tampon, I just meekly took it.  She watched with
wide eyes as I slipped the tampon up inside of my pussy, sealing most of
her massive load within my vaginal vault.  "There's so much!" I whimpered.
My thighs were coated, even though I had trapped most of it within me.



   "The doctors at the Bureau will know for sure I shot you down now!" She
grinned.  "I can't wait to fuck you when you're nine months pregnant!  They
say that's really hot, especially when the breasts lactate all over you
while you're doing it!"



   I watched dully as she picked up all the scattered clothing.  She
dressed, but then took my clothes and stuffed them down into the security
disposal receptacle unit, where they joined with the sequencer to become
just ultra fine dust floating freely in the atmosphere.  "It's cold
outside!" I couldn't help whining.



   "I saved you this." She handed me my pink hoodie.  "Oh, you can put your
shoes back on, too."



   She slipped into the pea-coat, and put her hands into the pockets.  She
pulled my wallet out of one, and my iPhone out of the other.  She looked at
the cash in the wallet and made a face.  "Ew, Washington looks like a
brute! What happened to her pretty smile?"



   She activated the iPhone and thumbed through the files.  I could tell by
the green tint of her complexion that she had found my portable
masturbation folder.  In it were quite a few videos of purely vanilla
straight hetero sex for use if I couldn't get to my computer to watch the
gonzo nasty porn I preferred.  I had to be careful in case I dropped the
thing somewhere.  I didn't want people to think I was nasty!



   She stared for a moment, mesmerized by what she saw.  "Oh Goddess that
creature fucking the pretty little blonde Mono is hideous!  It looks like
some Hollywood idea of a space alien!  Oh no, they showed a close up!  Ew,
there's no pussy at all!  It's just like you said!  The awful thing only
has a skin bag hanging under its penis, and it's all hairy!  I think I'm
gonna be sick again!"



   She put down the cell phone and took a few deep breaths.  "Great Scott,
those creatures are enough to give a citizen erectile dysfunction!" She
took out her own phone and thumbed through a few files.  "They all have the
same file names.  This is truly astounding!" She looked over the devices,
scrutinizing them carefully.  "They even have the same dings and scratches!
I really should keep yours as a spare, but I couldn't risk anyone finding
it!"



   "No don't!  At lease let me keep my phone!  I have my favorite version
of `A Christmas Carol" and a bunch of other movie files too!  Don't cut me
completely off from my world!" I sobbed as she disposed of the final links
I had with my own universe.  In an instant, both wallet and cell phone were
flashed into sub-atomic dust.



   Wilma laughed.  "I think I'll change the focus of my research now.  With
a little tinkering, I can make the disintegrator into a portable power
source to run a car off of household trash!  A banana and some beer would
take you at least thirty miles!" She grabbed the back up DVDs of the
operating system I spent almost a year creating, and tossed them right
down. For all anyone would know, my crowning achievement was now nothing
more then a shiny casing full of used pinball machine parts!  Without the
fifty core chip and operating system, you couldn't even begin to deduce its
intended function as a Transmat, let alone replicate the accidental
pan-dimensional travel!  I was trapped farther from home then any living
being in history!



   Icy air seemed to cut through me like a knife as Wilma pulled me to the
car.  Wearing only the hoodie and my sneakers, I shivered almost violently
until the heat came up in the Lexus.  Wilma kept looking at my exposed body
as she drove through the accumulating snow.  From time to time we would
swerve dangerously as she reached out a hand to touch my tender pussy and
stroke my thatch of blazing red pubic hair.  I didn't care.  If we crashed,
it only meant this nightmare would be over sooner.



   We pulled up to a large building in the middle of town.  I don't
remember what it was in my universe, but in this one the front was adorned
with huge stark block lettering.  It was the Bureau of Mono Registration.
My shivering returned, but it had nothing to do with being cold!



   Wilma pulled into the circular drive that led right up to the door. 
"Wait here a second!" She threw open her door and ran to the passenger
side. "This is symbolic, you need a collar, but also very practical." She
slipped a large cable tie around my neck, and zipped it just tight enough
for me to continually be aware of its presence.  "Try to run or make a
commotion, and I tug it as tight as I can.  Understand me?  You'll be dead
before anyone can find something to cut it off of you!"



   "Yes Wilma." I said softly as I stepped out of the warm car into the
frigid air.



   We seemed to wait an eternity.  My bare legs and ass were going numb,
and I was imagining Wilma's semen freezing up in my pussy by the time a
valet finally showed up to park the Lexus.  Profits must be astronomical in
the Mono trade if they provided such services!  Hand lightly grasping the
cable tie, Wilma led the way.  I hurried after her; deeply afraid I would
stumble and cause her to accidentally tighten the tie and close off my
esophagus.



   I wasn't the only one under dressed.  It seemed like all the new owners
wanted to be sure everyone saw at a glance the dickless nature of their new
property.  Once inside, thankfully it was warm enough to make standing
around with no drawers a bit more comfortable.  It was just as well.  The
first step was the removal of my hoodie and shoes.  Someone did come up
with something to cut the cable tie and I could relax just a tiny bit when
it was removed.  Now the only thing I wore was my glasses, and a plastic ID
bracelet locked securely to my right wrist.  Wilma went to sit in some kind
of lounge area, where she laughed and joked with all the other new owners.
They all stared happily at the line of naked Monos before them, daydreaming
about all the fun they'd get out of their new Christinemas presents.



   I shuffled a step at a time as the silent well behaved line ahead of me
moved forward in the process.  Finally, I was led into a small cubical. 
"Don't worry pet, I won't hurt you." A raven haired citizen with just a
touch of grey at the temples assured me.  I couldn't help making the now
automatic check.  There was a large bulge under the red and green holiday
dress she was wearing.



   "Will, will this take much longer?"



   She misunderstood.  "Oh honey, you'll be reunited with your owner in no
time!" She stepped closer and put a hand on my chin.  "Open wide now,
precious.  No biting now, I have to check those teeth!"



   I opened my mouth, and she inspected me like someone about to buy a
horse.  I guess here the analogy wasn't too far fetched.  The latex glove
tasted terrible as she shoved her fingers into my mouth.  I gagged a little
as she ran her fingertips around under my tongue, roughly massaged my gums,
and then rubbed them across the roof of my mouth.  "Good girl!  Someone has
been taking very good care of your oral hygiene!  That's just what I like
to see!" She swatted my ass.  "Move along now sweetie, I have a lot more
breeders to check before I can go home and enjoy Christinemas!"



   I went down the line.  Various people did various things to me at
various levels of interest.  I was poked and prodded.  My hearing and
vision was inspected.  I was humiliated yet again when the eye chart had
little pictures instead of letters.  It seemed like I was a rare exception.
Most Monos weren't taught how to read or write until after they were
claimed by an owner.



   I was ordered into a stirrup equipped chair, and given the most
revolting and uncomfortable Gynecological exam I had ever experienced!  The
doctor pulled out the tampon and roughly shoved the speculum in, spreading
the bills painfully wide.  "Damn, somebody sure shot off a load!  You're
all soupy!"



   She babbled on while peering up inside me.  "I wish my family could
afford to buy me a Mono I could knock up for Christinemas!  Still, I had a
blast with the sexy little number my sire rented me when I was eighteen. 
She was real pretty, and so close to term I thought the baby would pop
right out when I finished fucking her.  After all my friends took their
turns, we milked those huge titties and made the best eggnog I have ever
tasted!  Everyone laughed when her water broke right when she was climbing
into the rental agency van when it picked her up after the party.  You
should have heard the driver scolding her for making such a nasty mess! 
That was a wonderful Christinemas!" She looked some more.  "You're fertile
too, honey.  Remind your owner that you need follow up exams to make sure,
but you look healthy as a horse.  I bet your new owner knocked up her
present right on the first go!"



   As I got up from the seat, I saw something I probably shouldn't have
seen.  The nasty hermaphrodite bitch licked the fingers of her latex gloves
before peeling them off and tossing them into the trash!  I wondered how
she had even seen anything in there.  Cum was still slowly oozing out, now
that I no longer had the damn tampon corking me up!



   A statuesque citizen with the hugest tits I ever saw outside of Japanese
cartoons put up her hand.  "Wait here, candy ass.  Don't be in such a
hurry."



   I waited before the closed door.  A light turned green and she smiled.
"Okay pretty buns, in you go!"



   She pulled open a heavy door and I stepped inside a small room.  A
powerful fan blew against me, as the air was drawn through to an exhaust
vent in the opposite wall.  The wet floor was icy cold against my bare
feet. A pretty young citizen in a white lab coat and rubber apron looked me
up and down.  "I don't have all day.  Put your feet on the footprints." I
did as I was told; placing my feet next to the large metal fixtures
bracketing the yellow footprints painted on the floor.  Hoping I wouldn't
get athletes foot by standing on the wet concrete floor; I didn't give much
thought to what this test could possibly be for.  "Good, now put your hands
on top of the padded rail."



   I again did as I was told, placing my hands exactly centered on the
yellow painted handprints.  I was startled when heavily padded shackles
clamped painfully tight over my wrists and ankles.  "What is this?  "I
gasped fearfully as the rail rocked forward, dragging me down and over the
padded bench beneath it.  She cinched a wide belt tight around my waist,
and two more around the backs of both knees to secure them to the legs of
the bench.  "What the fuck is this?" I cried.  I was ignored.



   She reached for my face.  "Bite down hard on this." She ordered as she
rammed a hard rubber cylinder into my mouth and then strapped it tightly
around the back of my head.



   I watched helplessly as she rolled over a device I knew well.  I had a
similar unit in my lab for fabricating needed parts for my work.  The Kern
FiberCell laser engraver was a wonderful metal working tool, but it was
never meant to be used on human skin!  I struggled against the bonds that
held me, but it was no use!



   She rolled the unit right up to my rear end, and pressed the modified
open end to my flesh.  Using leather straps, she cinched it tightly against
my ass.  Even if I moved, the damn thing would keep right on track as it
seared me!  "Just try to relax.  The complete process will take about a
minute.  If we try to rush it, the lines of the bar code tend to distort,
making them unscannable."



   If I could talk, I would have offered her my soul if only she wouldn't
activate the machine!  She consulted the ID bracelet on my wrist, and then
entered the numbers on the engraver's keypad.  Then she pointed a video
camera at me, and made a couple adjustments.  Donning protective eyewear,
she threw a leather hood over my face to protect from laser flash.  I felt
a hand gently caress the ass cheek not clamped against the laser tool. 
"I'm sorry honey.  I know you won't like this."



   My world exploded into pain when the machine went into action.  It tore
though my soul, accompanied by the buzzing of the laser at work, and the
smoky sweet smell of roasting pork.  I couldn't help myself, and my bladder
cut loose.  I guess that was a common occurrence.  There was a drain set in
wet the floor between my legs.  My body shook, but that didn't interfere
with the endless agony!  My jaws clamped painfully hard onto the rubber bit
in my mouth, as I squealed and cried.  Snot ran from my nose and I was
blinded by tears as I wailed for what seemed like hours, but was only a one
minute sample of hell.



   I awoke with a start to jet of ice cold water forcibly hitting my anus,
while my left ass cheek throbbed with mind numbing pain.  "Don't feel bad,
sweetie, I don't blame you." My tormentor aimed the water lower, and washed
the signs of my total humiliation down the drain along with the urine. 
"Dammit all, I don't now how many times we tell them.  Monos should not be
fed for at least twenty-four hours before branding!  Who do they think is
stuck cleaning up afterward?"



   She released the shackles and helped me stand.  Her hand was actually a
comfort as she patted my shoulder.  "Don't worry sweetie, I wasn't mad at
you.  It's just that some citizens are so stupid and thoughtless, you'd
think they had the brain of a Mono!" She pointed at a roll of toilet tissue
hanging on the wall.  "Take your time and clean yourself up.  You can use
the hose if you like, just don't spray it on the brand site, it'll hurt
like hell if you do."



   I cleaned myself up, and washed my hands.  In the next room I pretty
much expected what would happen.  I bent over double, and it only hurt a
little as they injected the tracking device deep into my gluteus maximus.



   The citizen who had administered the pneumatic injection then picked up
a small control box.  She read the numbers seared into my ass and entered
them on the keypad.  "This is just a little demonstration; I want you to
always remember that the equipment the police use is fifty times as
powerful, and can access your implant anywhere on the globe via satellite."




   "Oh shit!  It isn't just a tracking chip?" I gasped, just a split second
before she rammed another rubber bit into my mouth.  She pressed a large
red button and I collapsed to the floor as my body was once again wracked
by pain.  This time it was far worse!  I felt like a blowtorch was burning
away every square inch of skin on my body!  The damn thing must work by
firing pain impulses directly the nervous system!  If this was just a low
power demonstration, I prayed to God I'd never feel what fifty times more
intense was like!  Of course I didn't think that then.  My mind was fully
occupied with what it must have felt like to be burned at the stake!  There
was no room for anything resembling actual thought!



   The agony stopped just as suddenly as it started.  I felt weak and sick,
but aside from the numbers burned into my ass, there was no further
physical damage to my body.  I whimpered and the rubber cylinder fell from
my quivering lips.  "I'll remember!" I screamed "I swear I'll remember! 
I'll never ever forget!"



   She patted me on the shoulder and then helped me stand.  "I know you
will.  I can always tell the good girls when they come through here." My
mind screamed as she actually handed me a small candy-cane before sending
me on my way!



   Wilma met me out in the hall after I finished running that hellish
gauntlet.  She looked at my sore ass and grinned.  "It's official!  I
legally own you now, Emmy dear!  Isn't that nice?" I sucked on my
peppermint and managed to keep from crying.



   A lovely blonde citizen with pouty lips and a curvy figure stuffed into
a tasteful business suit led us into a little office.  She extended her
hand and Wilma shook it.  I was ignored.  "Merry Christinemas Doctor Brown,
my name is Rose Tyler.  I'm director of Mono placement for the tri-state
area.  I've come down to supervise your case personally.  I never heard of
a womb sibling twin applying for ownership of her Mono counterpart!  To be
honest, it's more then a little exciting!"



   The pretty blonde took a deep breath, as if to calm herself.  "There's
just one little formality left before you can go home and enjoy your lovely
Mono." She led Wilma to a computer terminal.  "We just need a hand print
scan to register you as the owner of record." She smiled.  "If you don't
mind me saying so, you two will look simply elegant together!  I don't
think there's a case on record of a set of twins where one was only a Mono.
You should really think about making a few videos.  They'd be a hit on the
internet!"



   Wilma smiled.  "That's a good idea!" She pressed her right hand to the
glowing plate of the biometric scanner, unknowingly sealing her fate. 
Wilma had hardly taken her hand away when a red light started blinking over
the doorway.  The computer flashed a warning in large red block letters
that filled the screen.  IAFIS ALERT!  TEN POINT MATCH.  HOLD SUSPECT FOR
QUESTIONING CONCERNING LABORATORY BREAK-IN AND THEFT.  It gave further
details in a much smaller font I couldn't read from across the room.



   Wilma went pale.  "Uh, what's that" she asked in a strained voice.



   Rose had been practically licking her lips while eyeing my naked body.
She suddenly was all business.  "Just wait here, Doctor." She stepped out,
and I heard a sharp click after the door closed.  It sounded like the crack
of doom.



   Wilma grabbed at the door knob, twisting and tugging it uselessly. 
"It's locked!" She ran to the computer and looked closely.  "Oh fucking
hell!  That's the date and time I broke in at Intel and snatched the fifty
core chip!  Oh damn!  I was going to hack IAFIS and change the prints the
fucking cops recovered, but I was too excited to get started on test runs!
I forgot to get back to it!" She noticed too late the little glowing light
on the web cam, with the microphone propped up next to it.  "Oh fuck!  Oh
fuck me!  Damn me to hell for being so stupid!" She ripped it off of the
computer, just as the door opened and two cops entered.



   One held a camera, and the other seemed to be the mouthpiece for the
dynamic duo.  "Doctor Emelia Wilma Brown, In compliance with your duly
recorded audio/video confession, you are under arrest for the theft of one
"Knights Corner" fifty core experimental teraflop chip during the break-in
at the Intel data center and connected systems group."



   The cop behind the camera shook her head.  "That's quite a mouthful. 
"To put it another way, Doc, you're in deep doo-doo!"



   Wilma backed up against the wall.  "Wait, I made a breakthrough!  Intel
will bow at my feet when I show them what I can do with their chip!  Wait
until they see my prototype!  Instead of filing charges, they'll be begging
me to work for them!"



   The throbbing pain in my ass was putting me on edge.  There's no other
excuse for what I did.  I took a deep breath.  "ZAP!" I snapped out, just
as loud as I could, trying to mimic the sound of sub atomic disintegration.



   "Oh shit!" Wilma gasped eyes wide in sudden fear.  "Oh my Goddess, it's
gone!  Wait, if they give me another chip and a year to work with, I can
show them some serious shit, honest!"



   "So you had the chip, and now it's gone?"



   I think Wilma was a little shocky.  She didn't seem to know when to shut
her mouth.  "What?  Of course I did, you stupid flatfoot!  I was on the
verge of a major scientific breakthrough!  I needed the pure speed of the
teraflop chip to run my sequencer!  No other device on Earth was up to the
task!  Once I prove the success of my machine to the world, I'll be able to
buy and sell Intel!" She clasped her hands to her cheeks, looking like
Edvard Munch's panting "The Scream".  "I can't now!  It's vaporized!  Oh
shit!  What the hell did I do that for?"



   I just shook my head, but nobody was paying the naked Mono any
attention. The greedy bitch destroyed the chip just so she could trap me in
this sick world and keep me as her slave!  I sighed.  It was nothing that I
wouldn't have done if in her shoes.  Well, that was one idea coming right
back to bite her on the ass!  It served the little rapist right!



   Without lowering her camera, the busily recording cop spoke softly into
her cell phone.  I heard mention of a Phone Warrant.  Oh Crap!  Physical
evidence would soon back up Wilma's statements of guilt.  Back home, I had
saved the packaging from the chip in case I ever needed the insulation for
something.  That means they'd find it very quickly once they reached
Wilma's lab.  They'd also have no trouble finding the schematic diagrams of
Intel's security layout, not to mention all the design plans for fitting
the chip into the sequencer!



   Wilma really was in deep doo-doo!  That chip was nearly priceless! 
It'll be several years before Intel is ramped up to produce it in a large
scale production run.  The loss of one at this early stage could be more
devastating to Intel's bottom line then a run of the mill bank robbery was
to a financial institution!  I shuddered, reminded of the video I had
watched last night.



   I don't think they knew what to do with me.  I was left locked in the
small office with Wilma, as we all awaited the arrival of Intel's
representatives, and a high ranking Adjudicator.  Wilma looked wild eyed as
she paced back and forth.  "Emmy, I, I'll probably get some jail time,
right?" she said, the fear plain in her voice.  "Jail isn't so bad.  They
wouldn't decide to make an example of me, right?" She grabbed my hand and
squeezed it tightly.  "They wouldn't impose, uh, the, the knife, would
they?"



   I sighed.  I didn't want to give her false hope, so I just played dumb.
"The knife, what are you talking about?  You may luck out.  Maybe you'll
just get parole.  It is Christ, uh, Christinemas; maybe everyone will want
to show their generosity!  Just calm yourself down.  Don't look for trouble
that isn't here yet!"



   "Oh Emmy, I slipped up bad!  They have me admitting the time and date of
the robbery on that stupid web cam!  What should I do?"



   Did she even notice that the cops recorded every damn thing she said
once they arrived?  I really think she didn't see the camera as she bragged
about our breakthrough and why she felt justified in stealing the chip! 
From the very little I knew about this lightening fast legal system, Wilma
was doomed!  That video would make it an open and shut case!



   Despite the still falling snow, we only had to wait a couple hours.  We
were moved down a long corridor to a large conference room.  Several people
were waiting.  I had that sudden feeling you get when you spot a TV or
movie celebrity in real life.  The white haired Adjudicator from the video
I watched was there!  She wore a brightly colored oversized Hawaiian shirt
that strained mightily against her astoundingly full breasts, and matching
yellow leggings.  It looked like she had a length of kielbasa stuffed down
one thigh!  Her cock nearly reached her knee!



   She spoke.  "I take it that all parties are now present.  Good!  Let's
get started.  I hope to get to the airport before my flight gets snowed
in!"



   Wilma whimpered and squeezed my hand tightly.  "Honored Adjudicator,
there has been a serious mistake in identity!" she shouted.  She let my
hand go, and shoved me forward.  "This Mono committed the break-in!  I had
nothing to do with it!"



   The adjudicator eyed me from head to toe, in obvious pleasure.  "Have
the Mono's prints been taken?"



   Rose hustled forward with the biometric scanner and held it out to me. I
nervously pressed my right hand to it.  She looked at the resulting data.
"The prints are extremely close as in all identicals, but there are quite a
few detectable differences as we usually find in such cases.  This one was
not in the research lab.  Doctor Brown was!"



   "I'd like to review the confession now." The adjudicator was handed a
thumb drive, which she plugged into her laptop.  We all watched together as
Wilma damned herself while bragging to the cops.  "This seems perfectly
straight forward." She nodded toward the group of three citizens I took to
be from Intel.  "Do you have anything to add?"



   The eldest cleared her throat and spoke up.  "Warranted officers of the
law gained access to Doctor Brown's makeshift workshop only moments ago."
She held out her cell phone.  "I am satisfied that the objects shown in
this photograph constitute the protective encasement of the chip."



   The adjudicator smiled "Let's hear that again n plain talk."



   "Uh, she didn't throw away the wrapper!"



   "Anything else?"



   "They also found a realistic looking replica gun that matches the
description given by the elderly security guard Doctor Brown accosted.  We
would have brought in Mary Albright to testify for you, but doctors warned
that she needs rest while recovering from the heart attack suffered the
night of the break-in."



   Her gray eyes gleamed.  "A gun was used?  Why wasn't I informed of this
in the first place?"



   Wilma squealed.  "It wasn't a real gun!  It's a rubber prop gun like
they use in movies!  I don't think it could hurt somebody even if I hit
them in the head with it!" she whimpered.  "Besides, that wasn't me she
saw! I was wearing a ski mask!"



   "I thank you Doctor Brown for that illuminating statement!  If it looks
like a duck, and quacks like a duck, it is a duck!  Under the eyes of the
law, any object that is used to instill the fear that the suspect is
carrying a firearm legally is a gun.  I don't care if you smeared shoe
polish on a banana.  The law is very clear." The adjudicator opened her
briefcase and pulled out her robe.  She looked far more dignified once she
had slipped into it.  I shuddered.  Did anyone else notice?  I think she
only put it on to hide the rapid swelling of her penis!  I knew in my heart
what she was going to say, even before she opened her mouth!



   Straightening the robe, she took a deep breath and formally bowed.  "The
accused is guilty on all charges.  The sentence is radical penectomy, with
removal of both testes.  This shall be carried out immediately, with only a
spinal block.  Since she used a firearm in the commission of her crime, the
guilty party must remain awake and aware during the removal procedure. 
After a suitable and medically sound recovery period, the newly produced
Mono may then be claimed for personal use by the head of research at the
Intel facility she robbed!  Merry Christinemas!"



   Oh my God!  She said almost the same thing, word for word from the bank
robber video I saw!  She obviously got off on reducing citizens to mono
slaves!  Wilma let out a scream and grabbed my arm.  "No!  I won't let them
do that to me!" Using hysterical strength, she dragged me to a door at the
end of the conference room.  She yanked it open and shoved me inside.



   "Wilma, this is only a closet!" I protested as she looked around wildly.
She grabbed a long orange extension cord and tied it to the door knob.  She
frantically anchored the other end to the metal shelving bolted to the
wall. "Bend over!" she cried.  "I, I gotta fuck you again before it's too
late!  I have to know that feeling one more time!"



   Someone pounded on the door.  "Doctor Brown, don't make this any more
difficult!  There's no way out of there!  Open the door at once and we'll
take you down to the medical wing!"



   "Uh, she isn't hurting me." I said with a sigh.  Nobody seemed to care
that a lowly Mono was locked alone with a desperate criminal.



   Wilma tugged down her sweatpants and whimpered.  Tears were running down
her cheeks.  "Emmy, get me hard!  Hurry!  Make me get an erection!  I gotta
get hard enough to fuck you!  Please help me!"



   "Okay Wilma, I'll hook you up!" I knelt before her in the dusty closet,
and gently grasped the soft limp little penis.  "Just relax." I cooed, as I
slowly stroked and massaged.  She was shaking in fear as I worked with no
success.  Sighing, I took the delicate softness into my mouth.  Someone
pounded on the door again, and then there was silence.  I did my best for
nearly five minutes, soothing her with my tongue as I sucked.  There was no
change in Wilma's terrified flaccid condition.



   "Get hard!" she wailed, yelling at her own flaccid member.  "Please get
hard!  There's no time!  I gotta get hard right now or I'll never fuck
again!"



   The emotional pressure was just too much for her.  Suck as I might, her
little limp prick didn't even give a twitch.  I heard a clunk, and the
doorknob felt to the floor.  The closet brightened as the door opened. 
Hands grabbed me and pulled me away from Wilma.  "Doctor Brown, you have to
come with us now."



   Tugging up her sweatpants to hide her flaccid shame, she cried like a
baby as they slapped handcuffs on both wrists.  Pulling steadily, the two
cops started leading her out of the conference room and down the corridor.
"I'm sorry!  I only did it for science!  It's not too late!  Emmy, tell
them!  Prove that you aren't from this universe!  Show them the movies on
your iPhone!  Let them see the hideous Mens!  If you prove my success,
surely I'll get a reprieve from the surgery!" Her head jerked back as if
she were slapped.  "Oh Goddess!  I got rid of that too!  What have I done?"
She dropped to her knees and sobbed, as the two police officers kept on
walking.  She slid right along, sweatpants gliding smoothly over the hard
wood floor.



   Feeling the adjudicator's eyes on my ass, I followed along.  What else
could I do?  I tried to ignore the embarrassing warmth growing between my
naked thighs.  God help me, but knowing what was about to happen to Wilma
was slowly turning me on!  I knew this was the ultimate in personal tragedy
for her, but hell.  I was her, and I got along just fine for twenty-five
years without a penis!



   We finally reached a small examination room.  "Please no!" Wilma begged
as the cops undressed her.  In moments she was as naked as me.



   I felt bad for her when they stared at her cock.  Wilma's sobs grew
louder as they openly laughed.  "Damn, the doctors will only need a
band-aid after working on that!"



   The other cop shook her head.  "I could do the procedure myself with my
nail clippers and save the taxpayers a little money!"



   I reached for Wilma's discarded sweatpants, thinking to clothe myself,
but one of the cops caught my eye and just shook her head.  I jumped back
and thrust my hands behind me.  "Sorry!  I didn't mean anything!" I said
softly.  I was in no position to make waves now!



   "Don't take my penis!" Wilma sobbed as they lifted her onto a gurney and
strapped down her arms and legs.  `Oh please, don't alter me!  I'm a
citizen!  I have rights!  I, I don't wanna be a dickless Mono!  I only just
lost my virginity today!  Please, I wanna fuck some more!  Don't do this to
me!"



   A nurse stepped forward.  "Hold still!" she barked.  "I have to prep and
shave you!  One little nick will lop that right off if you keep squirming!
Calm down and hold still!"



   Wilma froze as a slippery disinfecting lotion was applied around her
genital area, matting down her pubic hair.  Eyes opened wide, she watched
in horror as the nurse use an old fashioned straight razor to skillfully
remove all traces of the lovely red bush around the base of her cock. 
Wouldn't you know it?  Now the silly thing rose in erection!  It was the
last one Wilma would ever have!  "Please nurse!  Touch it or something! 
Untie my hand!  Please at least let me jerk myself off!  I wanna feel it
cum one more time!"



   The nurse shook her head sadly.  "Don't worry about that.  It'll go limp
again as soon as we administer the spinal block."



   Wilma sobbed and thrust her hips upward, but nobody went near her to
give any relief.  A pretty little citizen with close cropped brunette hair
soon arrived carrying a medical tray.  "You won't give me any trouble,
right?" she asked kindly.  "I have to administer the spinal block now."



   Her sobbing increased.  "At least knock me out!  I don't wanna be awake
while they butcher me!"



   The adjudicator sighed.  "Child, you used a gun committing a felony. 
Law dictates that you must be awake and aware as your penis is harvested.
You have no one to blame but yourself!"



   Untying her left wrist and ankle, the nurse motioned for the cops to
help roll Wilma onto her side.  She swabbed disinfectant over the injection
site and then stepped back.  The anesthesiologist took her place.  "This is
a cocktail of Bupivacaine and Epinephrine.  It'll give the surgeons a two
hour window to perform the procedure." She deftly slipped in the needle,
and injected the drugs into Wilma's spinal fluid.  "You'll be ready in
about five minutes."



   Wilma struggled as they roller her onto her back again.  It took both
cops to hold her arm down as the nurse used the restraints to strap her
wrist once again to the railing of the gurney.  "No, you have to let me
touch it!  There's no time!  Maybe I can still rub one off before the drugs
take hold!"



   Within a minute Wilma's penis began to wilt and grow flaccid.  "No, stay
hard!  If it stays hard, maybe I can still cum!" Of course it didn't stay
hard.  The more it shrank, the louder she cried.  My heart thumped.  That
was the last boner she would ever pop for the rest of her life, and she
knew it all too well!  Her desperation was arousing me!



   Suddenly another doctor burst into the room.  She walked right up to
Wilma and grabbed the penis, pinching the head tightly between her gloved
thumb and index finger.  Tugging it roughly from side to side, she looked
it over from every angle.  "Not suitable.  Why didn't someone tell me
before I wasted my time coming down here to look at a child sized dink?"



   Wilma gasped.  "Doctor, I can't feel that!  My cock's gone all numb!  Oh
Goddess, I, I can't even feel my legs!  Help me!"



   "Hush!  You'll be glad enough you can't feel it once the procedure
starts!" She gave a final look at the flaccid organ.  "No, there's no need
for cryo-storage.  This one isn't suited for transplant.  Receiving such a
small organ after an accident would be detrimental to the recipient's
mental health and recovery.  Those wishing for a cosmetic replacement would
never select something so little.  Be sure to inform the scrub nurse that
it should be sent directly to the incinerator for disposal as medical
waste." Just as quick as she entered, the doctor stormed right back out.



   "That wasn't very nice." I whispered to myself, as Wilma's crying grew
louder.  From what I've seen outlined in people's clothes, and the action I
witnessed on the way to Starbucks, Wilma was tiny by this society's
standards.  Shit!  Aside from Wilma's four inch wonder, ten inches was the
second smallest cock I had seen!



   We were ushered from the room as the nurse scrubbed her hands and then
snapped on rubber gloves.  She began painting the surgical site and
surrounding area with betadine.  "Emmy, help me!" my doppelganger wailed as
the door closed behind us.  "Don't let them neuter me!"



   The nurse shook her head.  "For goodness sake, why are you making such a
big production over this?" She swabbed the betadine over the limp little
member.  "This thing hardly counts.  You're practically a Mono already!"



   Wilma's sobs wracked her body as the nurse continued to prep her.  "I'm
not a Mono!  I have a cock, no matter what you say!"



   "Hush!  You won't have it for much longer!"



   Rose came over and put a hand gently on my shoulder.  "You understand
what's happening sugar cube, don't you?" she spoke as if talking to a small
child.  "Your owner did something very bad and now she has to pay the
price."



   My face felt hot.  I don't think the well meaning citizen knew exactly
what I was feeling.  I clasped my hands together to keep from accidentally
slipping one between my thighs.  "She, she'll be okay, won't she?"



   "Oh sure, Doctor Chin is on duty today.  She's performed hundreds of
penectomies.  It's basically the only surgical procedure done here.  The
adjudicators send us quite a bit of business.  Doctor Chin even holds the
Guinness world speed record for penile removal and urethra repositioning."
She smiled kindly.  "You don't have a thing to worry about.  She's very
good about complete root removal and always closes scar free.  It's her
trade mark."



   Rose blushed as she continued.  "In no time you two will be a perfectly
lovely matched set.  The only visible difference will be your brand
numbers. There will be a minor internal discrepancy though.  Because the
procedure leaves the seminal vesicles, ejaculatory duct, Cowper's glands,
and prostate whole and intact, when your former owner reaches climax, she
may still be able to ejaculate.  I'm told it's quite a sight to see when
they pump a hefty load right out of their vaginas!  Since the testicles are
removed along with the penis, the resulting seminal fluid is left
absolutely sperm free, inert, lifeless and safe.  Poor Doctor Brown's days
of being a siring Citizen are over.  Her new owner will get a kick out of
this reminder of what the Mono used to be."



   "She, she'll still be able to have an orgasm?"



   She patted my back again.  "This isn't some barbaric or backward heathen
age.  It's the twenty-first century after all!  The dorsal nerve of the
clitoris is never severed.  That practice was deemed cruel and unusual.  It
was discontinued and unilaterally banned in 1999."



   If that was the case, why the hell was Wilma carrying on so much over
just a small dangling piece of meat?  What a big baby!  If she thought this
was bad, just wait until it's time for her rump to meet up with that damn
laser!  I sure as hell didn't get a spinal block for that!



   Resplendent again in her loud Hawaiian shirt, the adjudicator joined us.
"Blast it all, my flight was cancelled!  I won't be able to start my
vacation until tomorrow at the earliest.  Rose dear, May I have a quiet
word with you?"



   "Certainly, Honored Adjudicator!"



   The two stepped a few paces down the fall.  I watched them as they
spoke. Rose glanced over nervously as the older citizen motioned towards
me. She said something again, and the adjudicator frowned.  The white
haired citizen reached a hand into her fantastic cleavage pulled something
out.  She grinned as she held it out to Rose.  The blonde citizen hesitated
for a moment, before her slender hand darted forward and grabbed the
offering.  I only saw it for a split second.  It looked like Rose stuffed a
roll of cash big enough to choke a horse into the pocket of her smart
business jacket!



   They headed back to me.  "You're right, Adjudicator.  Technically,
Doctor Brown does own pretty little Emmy here, but that ownership becomes
null and void the moment penis is severed from body and she's no longer a
citizen." She blushed.  "Our policies are very strict though.  Your request
is respectfully denied!  I won't risk my career over such a huge breech in
policy!  Emmy will remain protected and untouched until assigned a new
owner.  We certainly will not bend any rules, no matter how high your rank
in society!" she looked nervous.  "I have other duties to attend to, so
could you just wait here?" she abruptly turned and walked away.  "We'll
discuss it further when I return in exactly one hour.  Remember that,
Honored Adjudicator.  I will return to this spot in exactly one hour from
now to talk with you again!" She waved the cops over, and they followed
Rose down the hall.



   Once they were out of sight, my wrist was seized in an iron like grip.
"Come with me!" she hissed as I was dragged down the hall.



   I struggled.  "What the hell are you doing, you fucking bitch!"



   She stopped, and slowly turned to stare down into my face, her steel
grey eyes flashing fire.  "What did you just say to me, Mono?  Did my ears
just hear you call me a broodmare?"



   My blood ran cold.  I had just made a serious mistake!