Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. 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 7 By - The StoryMaster It annoyed Stuart to no end that whenever his folks were away, his sister, Demi was left in charge. "When will they ever realize that I'm old enough to be the man of the house!" he thought to himself with a decided frown. "Demi's still the oldest," his father reminded him. "Mind your sister," his mom had chimed in. Invariably his haughty sister would then give him her dreaded smirk. This time, however, when Demi looked his way and flashed her smile of superiority, Stuart smiled inwardly. In his jacket pocket he fingered the little Palm Pilot computer. "Things are gonna be a little bit different around here, Sis," he thought excitedly. Stuart's best friend, Danny Morris was also out of town for the weekend with his parents. The two boys had set the Implant Control System or ICS on Danny's desk in his bedroom across town to run unattended, and at the moment Demi Worthington's personal data screen was displayed in the main window on the big monitor. The screen listed pertinent physiological data about the pretty teenager including: Demi Worthington - Harmonic Resonance Value 74 Hz Age - 15 1/2 Hair - Brunette Eyes - Brown Weight - 110 lbs. Height - 5'-5" Pulse - 69 Resp. - 14 Bp - 110/68 Temp. - 98.5F Vag. Temp. - 98.7F Vag. Muscle Act. - 2 Vag. Moisture - 1 Cervical Dilat. - 0 Implant Status - Monitor Stuart sat alone in the kitchen wondering what he should try first. He hadn't seen his domineering older sister since the family Cherokee had pulled out of the driveway over an hour ago. At that time the attractive young brunette had disappeared into her room and hadn't been seen since. Stuart's mind wandered. The more he considered the incredible device that he and his best friend had discovered, the more overwhelmed and confused he became. Both he and Danny sensed that they held the key to incredible things, but neither boy truly comprehend the scope of the power they possessed. Danny had touched upon it only briefly when he'd scanned a list of recipients he'd come across in one of the documentation files the two boys found when they'd uncovered Ray Morris' marvelous machine. Had either young man elected to make even a rough count of the individuals listed therein, they would have discovered that the file contained the names of over a thousand young women, a thousand young women over whom the two teenage boys possessed ultimate control. It was a heady thing. Stuart's thoughts drifted to the episode earlier that day involving his dream girl, Hunter Morris. He'd talked to Danny about it, but neither boy really understood the concept of orgasm, particularly in females, so they were currently at a loss as to how best to use that function of the device. By trial and error, the two boys figured out that the "Insiders" could somehow make a girl to lose control of her bladder upon command, and they thought that was "pretty cool". So far, however, they'd limited their use of the tiny implants to their siblings alone, and then only in a somewhat childish manner to embarrass and to tease. Without help, it appeared the two young men might never discover the full potential of the remarkable miniature implant devices. A then, as in most worldly affairs, fate played her trump card. "What are you doing, you little geek!" Stuart's sister's razor sharp words cut into his daydreams and jerked him back to real time. While Stuart was lost in thought, Demi walked into the kitchen unobserved. "You just gonna sit here in the kitchen by yourself all night?" she sneered as she walked to the refrigerator for a snack. Stuart glanced up at the clock over the sink and noticed that it was almost six-thirty. His stomach growled. He looked in the direction of the fridge and saw his teenage sister's butt protruding from behind the door as she rummaged about inside. There was no question about it. Demi had a great ass, one that even her thirteen year old brother could appreciate. At almost sixteen Demi had a pretty oval shaped face deep, dark brown eyes, and a full mouth that was often in a pout. She had a nice figure with modest size breasts, a slim waist, and nicely curving hips. Her tummy was flat and well muscled which tended to enhance the shape of her painfully perfect, protuberant posterior. All in all, she was quite the visually pleasing package. The principal shortcoming that Demi had which was all too well known to most of her peers and of course to her brother, Stuart, was her temper. Whenever Demi Worthington sensed that things were not going her way, she could turn downright vicious in a twinkling. "How about fixing something for me too, Sis," Stuart suggested sheepishly. He knew what kind of response he could expect from Demi. "Get it yourself," she shot back, true to character. Stuart sat for a moment, gathering his courage, for he had yet to discover the boundaries of his dominion over his haughty sibling, but that would come in time. At last he said in a rather hesitant voice, not the commanding tone he'd planned, "I think you might want to reconsider that, Demi." "You what?" the pretty dark haired girl said, straightening up and glaring at her younger brother over the open door of the fridge. "You think I should what?" she asked again in disbelief. Stuart could tell that Demi was about to launch into a ferocious tirade, and as she was preparing to strike, he removed the tiny Palm Pilot from his pocket and flipped open its protective cover. Demi was advancing toward him with blood in her eyes as Stuart plugged in the patch cord to the Sprint Phone on his belt and removed the plastic stylus from its holder. Quickly he tapped the icon which would bring up the Portable Version of the Implant Control System, (ICS) just as Demi stopped in front of him and began her verbal assault. "Just who the hell do you think you are?" Stuart's outraged sister spat. Stuart glanced up at her apprehensively then back at the tiny computer in his hands. On the small screen Stuart watched as Demi's profile appeared. Being quite the young scientist, Stuart had fully intended to carry out a series of controlled experiments on his older sister, but due to the hostile atmosphere of the current situation, he opted for selfdefense. With a quick tap, the young man caused a check mark to appear next to the menu item labeled "Bladder". This was the one function he'd had some experience with. He wasn't one hundred percent certain exactly how to fine tune the many parameters associated with this and the myriad of other system functions, but he'd seen his friend Danny demonstrate this particular feature on his own sister Hunter three or four days ago. Anyway, what Stuart was looking for at the moment was speed before his hot headed sister tore his head off and pissed down his neck. Stuart said a silent prayer. "You have a lotta damn nerve telling me what to d..." Demi Worthington's vehement hiss was abruptly cut off. When Stuart looked up he saw a distressed look appear upon her pretty face, replacing her previous expression of unbridled wrath. He smiled when he noticed Demi suddenly clamp her knees together. Stuart glanced back at the small computer and watched as the numbers representing harmonic resonance rose quickly, approaching their target value of 74 Hz. Already they were at 61Hz. Stuart had read enough of the instructions that he and Danny had found with the marvelous contraption to understand that for every human being there exists a particular frequency that will cause one's anatomy to conduct energy on the cellular level, like electricity along a wire. None to quickly for her younger brother's liking, the electromagnetic energy generated by the tiny device nestled inside of Demi Worthington's uterus was conducted by bone and soft tissue alike, radiating up her spine like the mercury in a thermometer. Cellular resonance would occur once Demi's personal harmonic resonance value was achieved, and at that time her kidneys would be prevailed upon to produce urine at a prodigious rate. "Oh, God! What the...?" Demi gasped as she glanced down at her younger brother. He was grinning up at her from his seat at the kitchen table. In his hands he held what looked like a calculator, but suddenly Demi had to pee so badly, she could think of nothing else. "I don't know what's going on, but I know you're behind this somehow you little geek," she half hissed, half whined as she headed for the kitchen door. Demi had both hands clamped in her crotch. "I'll get you for this!" she threatened as she then disappeared down the hall. "See you in a minute, Sis," Stuart said with a chuckle. He was enjoying every minute of this. He looked down at the readout on the Palm. The Harmonic Resonance field read 70Hz. Stuart knew his sister was just seconds away from turning into a piss bomb. He held the tip of the stylus over the graphic of a button labeled "Pulse". "She's almost ready to detonate," Stuart thought gleefully. He heard his sister making her way down the hallway toward the bathroom that she would never reach. 74Hz flashed on the screen, and Stuart tapped the "Pulse" button. Then he waited for the telltale shriek from his sister. When after a few seconds nothing had happened, he looked down at the Palm display. It was blank. "I think we need to take this baby with us, Jack," the big man whispered loudly as he yanked on the power cord, jerking the plug out of the wall. "Man, you are a dumb shit, aren't you, Bert," the second man exclaimed. "Now what?" the big man asked in a chagrined but slightly exasperated tone of voice. "Jack was always bitching at him," he thought, as he picked up the big computer monitor in his burly arms. "Don't you know anything about computers? You have to shut 'em down carefully. You can't just unplug 'em, for Christ's sake! And by the way, you don't have to whisper anymore. There's no one here. Just like I told you," the thinner man scolded. "Ah quite yer bitchin', Jack. It's just an old computer that some spoiled rich kid uses to look at porn on the Internet. You saw the babe on the screen before I jerked the plug." The big man grabbed another of the unidentifiable boxes on the desk and started pulling patch cords loose. "Careful, Bert," Jack cautioned. "Something tells me there's more to this stuff than you think," he said in a thoughtful tone of voice. "Lemme unhook the rest of this equipment. Why don't you start carrying stuff down to the van, and watch out for the windows. Even though these nice people were good enough to leave their garage door unlocked so we could park the van out of sight, there still might be a snoopy neighbor wandering about," Jack explained as he unscrewed a serial cord from a grey box the size of a shoe box, the front of which was covered with LED's. "There's something mighty strange about this stuff," he muttered to himself as he traced the cable to what had to be the CPU. Jack knew a little bit about computers, just enough to be dangerous, actually. He hadn't had much time before his substantial cohort had unceremoniously killed power to the system, but what he'd seen briefly didn't look like any porno web site to Jack. "No, sir," he murmured. "Something weird is going on here." He disconnected a modular phone cord from an RS-232 jack on the rear of the "CPU", and that's when he spied the heavy three-ring binder chocked full of papers. "Maybe there's something about it in there," Jack thought to himself. It was nearly midnight when the garage door of the Worthington home opened, and the unremarkable, dark colored mini-van pulled out with its headlights extinguished. No brake lights showed either when the van costed to the end of the driveway, turned left and then drove quietly away into the night. Inside the mystery vehicle were many of the most valuable possessions of the Morris family, including a goodly amount of jewelry and bonds discovered in an easily defeated wall safe, assorted silverware, engraved serving trays, candelabra and the like, a brand new DVD player, a 25 inch television set and an old desk top personal computer along a few other unidentifiable electronic devices. All in all it was a pretty good hall, the two thieves both agreed. Continued...