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 The following story is a work of fiction.  Its contents are of a
graphically sexual nature and may involve non-consensual sexual acts
between underage partners.  Any resemblance to persons either alive or dead
is purely coincidental.  This story is intended for ADULTS only.  If you
are under the legal age of consent in your local jurisdiction, or if you
are easily offended, kindly STOP READING NOW.

   Insider Information - Sequel to "Implant" - Chapter 6

   By - The StoryMaster

   Stuart was at the controls today.  He sat at his desk in math class,
bored out of his skull, as usual.  The curriculum simply wasn't challenging
to the bright young man.  In his right ear was a tiny wireless earphone of
his own design.  The earphone was connected by infrared link to the Palm
Pilot computer that he cradled in his hands just out of sight below the
edge of the desk, and as his math teacher droned on monotonously at the
front of the classroom, Stuart sat listening to what was supposed to have
been a private conversation between friends.

   "Amazing," Stuart muttered to himself.

   Amazing is indeed a suitable description of the audio capabilities of
the MK IV, v.  4.1.3 FID.  Even thought the tiny device was tucked away
deep inside of Hunter Morris' reproductive anatomy, Stuart could hear every
word she spoke.  Incredible as it may seem, he could also make out quite
clearly what was said by the person she was talking to.  Not even the
slightest amount of attenuation could be detected.  The audio feed was
crisp and clean.

   "You what?" the person to whom Hunter was speaking exclaimed excitedly
in his ear.  Stuart recognized the voice as belonging to his older sister,
Demi.

   "You actually wet your pants!" The incredulity in Demi Worthington's
voice came through loud and clear in her brother's ear piece.

   "I thought I'd just die," Hunter said.  "I...  I just couldn't stop
myself.  It was so awful!  And if that wasn't bad enough, my geekey brother
and yours saw the whole thing."

   "You're kidding!" Demi responded.  It was all she could think of to say.
Demi Worthington was pretty, but she wasn't the brightest star in the
firmament.

   "No, I'm not kidding, Demi.  I wouldn't joke about something like that."
Sometimes Hunter's friend really exasperated her.  'Demi could be so thick
at times,' Hunter often thought.  "Danny and your goofy brother just sat
there and grinned, almost like they knew it was gonna happen." Abruptly,
Hunter lapsed into a thoughtful silence.  "I wonder..." she murmured.  Then
after a brief moment, she concluded that her suspicions were way too far
fetched.  "No way," she said out loud for the benefit of her friend. 
"Anyway, it was the most embarrassing thing that's ever happened to me,"
Hunter continued.

   "You think so," Stuart Worthington muttered to himself while sitting in
his middle school math class miles from where the two teenage girls stood
talking.

   Just then a male voice spoke in his ear piece.  "Hi, Demi.  Hi, Hunter,"
the unfamiliar voice said.

   "Hi, Kyle," Hunter answered with a coy lilting tone in her voice that
plucked at Stuart's heart strings.

   Many were the times the shy young man dreamed that Hunter Morris would
speak to him "that way".  Little did Stuart know, that he held the "key to
her heart" right there in his hands.  Since both he and his best friend
Danny were still relatively inexperienced in the "ways of love", neither
had managed to develop a strategy which would take full advantage of the
sophisticated miniature devices.  So far the two boys had used the
"Insiders" only to tease and embarrass their older siblings, but they were
clever lads, and it wouldn't be long before a plan would be devised.

   "Let's put on a little show for our new 'boyfriend'," Stuart thought
malevolently as he listened to the object of his dreams begin to verbally
seduce the young man named Kyle.

   The hallway outside of the cafeteria of the city highschool where Hunter
Morris and her latest love interest stood chatting in the company of
Stuart's sister, Demi, was approximately five miles distant, as the crow
flies, from Stuart's boring math class.  However, the commands which Stuart
sent to the tiny instrument adhered to the wall of Hunter Morris' uterus
traveled at one hundred and eighty-six thousand miles per second.  Thus the
time it took for the telemetry to travel a mere five miles and arrive at
its destination was too insignificant to measure.

   Hunter was so engrossed in trying to make a good impression on Kyle
Ellison that the odd sensations took her by surprise.  Her first inkling
that something wasn't quite right came when she suddenly realized that her
face felt unusually hot.  The odd tingling heat in her tummy began shortly
afterward.

   "Huh...  what?" Hunter responded rather stupidly to something Kyle had
just asked her.  She had no idea what he'd said.

   "I asked you if you wanted to get together after classes for a soda or
something," Kyle repeated.

   "Oh, God!" Hunter almost moaned out loud, but caught herself just in
time.  She pressed her knees together and prayed no one would notice her
discomfort.  She was starting to perspire.  She'd been waiting for weeks
for Kyle to ask her out, even for a coke, and now that he had, Hunter
discovered that she was very quickly becoming too distracted to think of a
reply.  "Was this some kind of a 'female thing'?" she wondered.  "Am I
gonna wet my pants again?" She looked to her girl friend for help, but
realized that Demi had no idea what was going inside of her.  "Oh," Hunter
moaned, hoping it was a silent moan.  "It feels like some one's touching me
down there!" her thoughts cried.

   "Are you OK?" It was Kyle who first noticed the pained expression on
Hunter's face.

   "I...  I..." the pretty teenager started to respond before falling
trembling into Kyle's arms.  If the young man hadn't caught her, Hunter
surely would have fallen to the floor when her knees and legs suddenly
turned to Jell-O.

   Scintillating tendrils of invisible energy shimmered up and down the
very outer edges of the petal-like lips of Hunter's labia minora.  And
where those delicate lips met, perfectly tuned fingers of magnetic flux
flickered across the small hood which shrouded her clitoris, causing the
tiny organ to sizzle as though she were being licked by a thousand tongues.
Meanwhile her vaginal muscles alternately contracted and relaxed again and
again as her body instinctively sought to "have and to hold" her unseen
lover.

   Hunter hadn't had too many orgasms in her life thus far, and those she'd
had, had been fairly benign.  The one she experienced that morning in the
arms of the unsuspecting Kyle Ellison, however, was definitely one for the
record books.  Hunter would never know for sure whether Kyle knew what was
going on or not, because she wouldn't be seeing that much of him in the
future.  She assumed, however, that he must have been a little suspicious,
because nearly two full minutes passed before she was capable of standing
on her own.  Apologizing profusely and claiming a dizzy spell, Hunter
eventually disengaged herself awkwardly from the young man's arms, but she
was weak for several minutes afterward.  Her face, neck and shoulders were
flushed a rosy pink, and beneath the khaki skirt she wore, her panties were
thoroughly saturated with vaginal mucous, forcing Hunter to either remove
them discretely somehow, or live with soiled underwear for the rest of the
school day.  Worst of all, Hunter could actually smell herself, so intense
had been her body's reaction to God only knew what it was that had just
happened to her.

   On the main terminal of the Implant Control System back in Danny Morris'
locked bedroom, Hunter's numbers were faithfully recorded.  Most had been
off the charts, and only now were gradually returning to more normal
values.

   While Stuart sat pretending to listen to his mathematics teacher, he was
actually listening to the curious medley of gasps and groans and soft cries
that Hunter Morris made as a result of his latest experiment with her
Insider.  Stuart wasn't certain exactly what the device had just done to
his dream girl, but whatever it was seemed to have driven her to
distraction, and from what Stuart could tell purely by listening it sounded
like Hunter had been pretty much incapacitated from the experience.  He
wished he could have been there to actually see what had happened.  Then,
while he listened to his older sister, Demi, attempting to comfort Hunter,
Stuart had an idea.  He decided to ask Danny if he could borrow the Palm
Pilot for the weekend.  Stuart's parents were going to the mountains with
some friends leaving Demi and him alone for the weekend.  It would be the
perfect time to try a few experiments of his own.  Experiments that he
could observe first hand.
   Continued...