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OTEC the novel		http://literatemachine.com/node/142
OTEC COPYRIGHT (C) 2007 DAWootan, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED by DAWootan

South of the Truckee Meadows located on the banks of the Carson River is 
the Royal School.
There are over one thousand schools but only one Royal School.
It was Friday, a day with a full moon.
Normally Friday is Lady Kathy's day.
Vin regularly moved heaven and earth, keeping his schedule open on 
Fridays, but today Kathy had indicated she would like to attend a Druid 
sex orgy with Vin.

They all met in the third floor, bedroom, directly across the hall from 
the King's bedroom, where the
circa 1950 London police call box was waiting for them.
Kay was off doing research on something or other, Joan was off running a 
planetary religion, Mona
was off teaching school.
K2 had given up school teaching, being half owner in a whorehouse she 
co-managed with Kate.

K2 and Mark were wearing child bodies.
Mark pressed his palm against the Royal School icon on the main control 
panel.
It was this disorienting, as they filed out into a hallway looking 
identical to the one they just left.
Vin and Small Kathy, holding hands, headed for the King's bedroom, where 
they immediately got naked,
crawling into bed.
The two of them, had probably had more sex than any two human beings who 
ever lived, they had
passionate sex together on Fridays, but as often as not they would get 
naked, holding each other,
just being together.
"How come you are wearing your twelve-year-old body, everybody clams it 
is necessary for young people
to have sex with adults, so they don't grow to becoming pedophiles?"
"Having had sex since I was eight years old, I can tell you, that is a 
self serving crock of crap."
"So the reason you are wearing a twelve-year-old body ... is?"
"When I was eight years old, I was able to have sex, by the time I was 
twelve the hormones kicked in,
and I have to have sex."
  "What are you going to do? it won't be moonrise for two hours."
"I will probably run into the bathroom."
"What, you are too bashful to let me watch?"
"If I wear are you out, you will be unable to squirt sacred semen into 
the high priestess, as required."
"Hold on I need to make a phone call."
"This is Vin, I haven't been getting enough sleep lately. Can we use one 
of the sacred goats tonight?"
"What? Oh, sure, I will be there, I just don't feel up to performing on 
stage."
"Oh, Vin! Occasionally I realize why I put up with you."
"One way or the other I end up being a sacred goat." Vin muttered as he 
felt Kathy's small fingers closing around his manhood.

A school would not be a school without buzzers.
The buzzer sounded, it was five minutes till moonrise.
Vin climbed into his bathrobe, they were unable to find a suitable 
bathrobe for Small Kathy.
"Hell with it." She said reaching for Vin's elbow.
Vin was a synthetic person, knowing he had not actually grown up in the 
twentieth century on the old Earth.
Intellectually, he understood, emotionally he could not, he was a 
product of his time.
I at walking down a hallway, with a naked twelve-year-old girl, with 
semen leaking from her vagina,
five years in the electric chair for first time offenders. He thought.
The party had started without them, over two hundred people were 
carpeting the floor, wrestling mats
covered with copulating couples.
In order to maintain a stable population schoolchildren must replace 
adults who have died,.
Men drawn to professions like Alaska crab fishing, and crop dusting, had 
to be replaced.
There were 2.7 boys for each girl at the school, even with adult school 
teachers joining in, it made for a correct sex ratio producing a proper 
sex orgy that would last well into the afternoon of the following day.

"Your daughter is most attractive." Said a high school junior or senior, 
who was twice as tall as Small Kathy.
He was trying, unsuccessfully, not to stare at the semen leaking from 
her vagina.
Kathy returned the compliment, smiling at his ample erection.
"You want to fuck my daughter?"
" ... Well, ah, er, ... yes, ... if you don't mind "
Vin left the two of them to get better acquainted.
Normally at a school orgy, girls lie on their backs as boys lineup for them.
Vin found a full-grown man lying on his back, displaying a longer than 
average penis, could attract women.
He had expected adult school teachers, and female staff, and was 
astounded at the line of tiny giggling schoolgirls , who self-selected, 
proving to themselves, and to each other, there were woman enough to do it.
Each girl would look at her giggling friends, as she squatted over Vin, 
taking him into her body.
Vin was astonished at how many were able to take him balls deep, smiling 
knowingly at him.
Vin did not get much sleep that night, the average age in the room was 
about fourteen, each with the sexual energy of half a dozen adults

		_____

Saturday, was the day Vin visited the whorehouses he was part owner in.
New Earth had a red light district like Amsterdam. The high-end 
whorehouses were located on Eaton st
in Key West. Prostitution was, of course, legal everywhere, it was hard 
to find a hotel, that did not offer
room service nookie, or a town that did not have several ladies clubs, 
where a gentleman could pay extra for "special" services.
With a planetary population of one billion, there was need for a great 
many ladies clubs.
Most ladies clubs were "secular" not making a big deal out of being 
Daughters of Isis able to summon the great spirit, although on the four 
Druid high holy days, it was hard to find clubs that did not put on some 
sort of ceremony.
Mothers day, father's day, couples day, and sibling day, were sacred, 
observed religiously.
But there was only one Key West, ground zero of the sex trade industry.
The entire island was a gigantic ladies club, swarms of housewives 
sitting at small tables, in front of
small hotels, owned by their ladies association.
There was something for everyone, some women enjoyed the thrill of 
standing in a lineup at a whorehouse.
Most did not, dealing with their medical necessity at a ladies club in 
the town nearest their village.
But with a planetary population of one billion, there were thousands of 
women standing in a lineups in
hundreds of small whorehouses owned by ladies associations.
The only way to distinguish between a whorehouses and a ladies club was 
to observe the ladies closely.
Housewives in dresses or women in business in suits sitting at small 
tables, in front of a small hotel, meant there would be no public sex 
and no charge.
If the ladies dressed like whores, or lined up wearing bathing suits, 
there would be a twenty five cent charge.
Public sex on table tops and/or live sex shows, meant you were in a real 
whorehouse and could expect to pay real money for sex acts with real 
prostitutes.

Some might find it surprising that professional prostitution could 
compete in a market with unlimited amounts of free sex.
Thousands of amateur and professional whores, earning a good living at 
it, says a great deal about the human condition.
Lady Kathy owned a controlling interest in the Bunny Ranch, the largest 
and fanciest professional establishment, Beatrice, Kay, Samantha, and 
Vin all had a piece of the action.
Penny, Edith and Princess owned the second largest bordello the Kit Cat.
Kate and K2 owned the Mustang Ranch.
Madame Cathie owned Madame Dusards house of pain, her two kinky friends 
had a piece of the action,
runing the place for her.
Vin helped out in his own way. Women convicted of crimes were offered 
"public service".
There were always half a dozen or more women in kneeling stocks, and 
other devices
holding their legs apart, their vaginas offered to man and beast.
Dog owners would bring their animals in large numbers, patiently 
standing in line, as mans best friend proved he could be woman's best 
friend also.
Predictably housewives volunteered in surprising numbers, a planetary 
population of one billion
produces thousands of every kind.

The red light district had windowboxes like Amsterdam. Vin's Mom owned 
about ninety percent of the cribs,
as the whores called them, generating an impressive cash flow.
Third Base owned the smallest establishment on Eaton st, the Big Sister, 
it was the only major bordello Vin did not have a part ownership in.

		_____

Lady Kathy had strong feelings, about family dining.
Over the years, Vin had come to agree with her, a family could be a 
collection of strangers, sleeping under the same roof, or they could be 
people who loved each other, spending time and energy maintaining their 
relationship.

Vin and his family was having breakfast, everyone dressed in terrycloth 
bathrobes, after breakfast
they would dress, going their separate ways for the day.
Vin, being the only one wearing an adult body, made a comment to the 
effect that a table full of eight-year-old girls did not eat enough to 
justify a sit down meal.
He was rewarded with that look of pity, married men know so well.


The elevator arrived at the penthouse suite, the staff was waiting.
The lunch was fit for a King, Maine lobster, squab, two hundred gold 
champagne, Grand Marnier souffle.
More conspicuous consumption, their guests were much too socialized to 
ignore such food, but clearly their attention was elsewhere.
None of them had done this before, but they had heard whispered rumors, 
knowing what was expected of them.
Vin sat there smiling, watching the show.
His administrative assistant was "Queen for a day" her posture and voice 
had changed, she was no longer
hired help, at the moment she was one of the most powerful women on the 
planet, and everyone in the room knew it.
At the end of the meal Vin was going to have sex with her.
At the end of the meal she, and she alone, was going to pick who else 
was going to have sex with her.
Well that part was not true.
She was going to have sex with everyone in the room.
What mattered, was after that, she, and she alone, was going to pick 
which, if any, of the men, and their wives she would invite to a slumber 
party at the Imperial Palace.
Both partners in the marriage had to pass muster, On was officially in 
charge judging men, she had
men from her sex clinic, who helped her with the women.
Kay's interest was not sexual prowess par-say, but in using sex as an 
interrogation technique.
She believed a selfish person cannot hide their true nature amidst a 
sexual climax.
If things went well a uniformed Imperial Messenger would delivered 
engraved invitations to the couple.
They were to attend the next Truckee Meadows event.
Their wives would have immense social standing.
They would be introduce to other shakers and movers.

Vin believe it all started, and ended, with good sex, a man and woman 
not enjoying good sex together, should not attempt anything of 
significance together.
You cannot build a sound structure, with out a firm foundation.
Vin believed good sex was the best of all possible foundations.
Vin could not have good sex with the men in the room, at least not directly.
He shared excellent sex with his administrative assistant, she would not 
be his administrative assistant,
if this was not so.
With one level of indirection, he could share sex with other men, by 
sharing his woman with them.

Obviously being a superb cocksman , had little if anything to do with 
administrative skills or honesty.
It was more a case of being unable to hide an egocentric, self-centered 
shallow personality from
an astute observer. An astute observer, who has given you the best sex 
of your life.
Vin's administrative assistant was a very astute observer, Vin trusted 
her completely, never asking
her to explain, why she felt her selections were men of quality, men to 
be admitted to the inner circle.
Men who could help Vin rule the planet.

Vin dismissed the staff ... it was time.

There were five chairs in a row, against the wall, opposite the foot of 
the bed.
Vin took his administrative assistant's Chanel suit jacket off, 
carefully draping it over one of the chairs.
She returned the favor, positioning Vin's Brioni suit jacket over the 
chair back with the skill of a lifelong haberdasher.
You could spread the sexual tension in the room on a cracker with a 
butter knife.
They turned together, smiling at the three men.
The attorney went first neatly hanging his camel hair blazer over the 
back of a chair, closely followed
by the CPA. The cop tossed his Brooks Brothers suitcoat onto the last chair.
Vin and his administrative assistant undressed each other, ignoring 
their audience, climbing into bed,
making slow passionate love.
The attorney was naked, ready to go, as Vin climbed off.
He was ready for seconds, by the time the cop and the CPA had finished.
Vin motioned him forward, tiptoeing out of the room, leaving one sexy 
woman with three men working very hard to please her.
And I pay her to do this! He thought as he closed the door.

Vin took his full size to Key West.
He was unbelievably horny, he had just finished what amounted to lengthy 
foreplay with one of the
sexiest woman on the planet, then leaving her in the arms of other men.
His frustration grew, as he explored the Bunny Ranch, Lady Kathy, 
Beatrice, Kay, and Samantha, were all with customers. Penny, Edith and 
Princess were servicing clients at the Kit Cat.
Vin was definitely not in the mood for Madame Dusards, having one of 
Madame Cathie's sick friends poke
an electrode up his dick.
Finally he found Kate at the Mustang Ranch.
It was several hours before they reached the conversation stage.

"I have noticed none of my wives and daughters, ever come to work 
wearing adult bodies."
"We check our schedules before coming to work, then wear the most 
appropriate body."
"You are telling me everyone requests sex with eight year old girls?"
"On a planet of one billion, there are only ten, prostitutes with grade 
school girl bodies."
"But, the whole idea was, everyone with such interests would either get 
a teaching credential, or a
job as a staff member at a school. It was either kill these people, or 
accommodate them.
As long as it is consensual, done without causing harm, I don't see 
anything morally wrong with the act itself.
I have gone to extreme lengths, accommodating these perverts, what more 
could they possibly want?"
"You overlooked two things."
"What two things?"
"People living in denial, and wealthy pedophiles, both groups for 
differing reasons, can not accept employment as menial farm hands.
There are enough people from both groups to populate a small city."
"It sounds like you have been talking to Kay."
"It sounds to me, like you have not been talking to Kay."
"I will look into it."

		_____

Years ago Vin would have been uncomfortable suspending a slice, 
containing one billion people,
including his wives and children.
Of course years ago of Vin hated the women in the room with him, now he 
loved them.

"Ladies, you have known me for a long time, hopefully you have no 
memories of the me bull-shitting
you, or telling you outrageous lies.
I am offering you an opportunity to visit with me, in a parallel universe.
In that parallel universe, you will have much greater wealth and power, 
than you have in the here and now.
This will be a visit only, any of you can return any time you wish.
We will be stepping out of time, while we are gone time will stand still 
here.
So if you wish to join me vacationing in a parallel universe please step 
into the Police Box."

"Hey, its bigger on the inside!"
"Dimensionally transcendental." Vin suggested.

They arrived in the penthouse suite atop the largest beach hotel in 
Mazatl�n.
The sunrise was behind them, to the west the Isla de Pajaros and the 
Pacific Ocean.

"This is a very nice hotel."
"Yes, as a matter of fact you own it."
"Free and clear?"
"The hotel is free and clear, you own 51% of the stock.
If you look to the north and the south of us, you will see twelve more 
hotels, each of you
owns a mortgage free hotel.
Tomorrow we will visit a private banker, each of you will review your 
portfolios, you all have net worthls,
in addition to your hotels of twenty to thirty million gold."
"What about our husbands?"
"At the end of your vacation, each of you will decide if you want your 
husbands to join you here, or not."
"What will happen to them, if they do not join us?"
"They are at this moment in a state of suspended animation, unaware of 
their nonexistence,
if we never return to the Davis Straight they will remain that way for 
all eternity."

Vin knew these women very very well, he noticed two of them smiling as 
he said this, several others were thoughtful.

"You want something from us?"
"Obviously." Vin said, as he began undressing the president of the 
Aphrodite Steering Committee.
The others looked at each other, smiling, nodding in unison, undressing, 
leaving a quarter of a million in designer clothing piled on the sofa.
After they undressed Vin with great efficiency, they did a whorehouse 
line up, squatting obscenely, knees far apart displaying professionally 
coiffured pubic hair.
Wonder in the history of mankind, how many men have payed six billion 
dollars, for twelve hours of wild sex? Vin thought, pointing at the 
president of the committee, who stepped forward proudly, giving Vin a 
blow job, as her friends watched.
A second lady, climbed onto the bed, sucking on his testicles, as a 
third lady squad over his face, slowly
lowering herself, letting Vin smell and taste the champagne flavored 
douche she had used.
Most women are varying degrees of bum fuck, Vin was in a room full of 
women who were most definitely not a bum fuck.

Trophy wives are practical people, not given to unrealistic 
expectations, pre-Lazarus all of them had
barely returned from their honeymoons when their husbands informed them 
they were to " entertain"
his business associates.
The Hotel owners Association had their own form of wife swapping.
They took turns, each week they would gather at a hotel, where's the 
owners wife would "entertain" them with a live sex show.
If there were no new wives available they would use an old wife.
But their favorite was a "new" wife who had no idea what she was in for.
It would begin with her husband reading her prenuptial agreement 
allowed, explaining what the words really meant. They would smile 
watching her incredibly beautiful face, melting into a mask of absolute 
horror,
as she was commanded to fetch her douche bag and a bowl of warm water, 
undressing, squatting in her living room, douching herself, as men in 
business suits watched.
Once she was squeaky clean, she delivered cigars to her husbands 
friends, standing with widespread legs, smiling crookedly, as men 
reached into her vagina for the cigar, letting men fist her as she 
leaned over
lighting cigars, letting men in business suits " take her temperature" 
inserting a thermometers of various sizes, in her urethra.
If she was not "running a temperature" she would be told to "order a 
sandwich".
Two room service stud's with unbelievably large penises would arrive, 
giving her the sandwich she had ordered, doing an anal- vaginal and a 
double vaginal on the coffee table, simultaneously fucking the 
hysterical trophy wife as her husband and his friends watched, and 
professional photographers recorded the action. She would of course be 
informed the photographs would immediately be sent to her mother,
sold to magazines, sent to her old professors, classmates, hairdresser, 
etc. etc. if she ever displeased them.
After "ordering sandwiches" there would be "warm the baby bottle".
The professional photographers would lean close with their shoulder 
mounted cameras recording
the action as an incredibly beautiful woman held her legs wide, allowing 
men to bottle fuck her.
There was a plethora of bottles on a pastry cart, the larger ones had 
womens names on them.
Each husband knew the bottles intimately, recognizing their wives name, 
recognizing her bottle.
Each named bottle was the maximum size their wives vagina could 
accommodate without rupture.
They kept the named bottles on a shelf in The Hotel owners Association 
conference room.
They kept various sherries in them. "Give me a shot of Betty." one of 
them might say.
They eagerly looked forward to adding a new bottle to their collection.
After the baby bottle was warmed there was "play the kazoo".
They would smile down at their "new" wife who would look up from her 
coffee table with horrified fascination
as they brought in an old fashioned "tank" vacuum cleaner, changing the 
hose from, suck to blow.
As his friends watched, her husband filled her vagina with warm air.
The sound-man would lower his boom a microphone close, as she was 
produced loud pussy farts.
All of her husband friends took turns, gang fucking the incredibly 
beautiful woman, producing a professionally done porn flick.
A foot or more of vacuum cleaner hose would be forced into her vagina, 
hands would hold her vaginal lips
tight against the large hose.
The cameras would move close, recording the obscene act, as the vacuum 
was turned on again, over inflating her vagina, her belly swelled like 
an early pregnancy.
They left her belly bulging as they adjourned to a large conference room 
many stories below.
Painful air working its way out, producing sounds like a horse farting, 
bubbles of semen popped out the beautiful woman's gaping vagina.
After a thoroughly sadistic bottle fuck followed by an air inflation, 
her cunt would was hanging open
like the mouth of a village idiot
Scarlet with humiliation, she slowly marched across the lobby, her cunt 
farts clearly audible.
A shocked silence, filled the lobby, as well-dressed people turned to stare.
Each fart, producing bubbles of semen, shooting out of her, landing on 
the carpet.
The expensive white wool carpet had a trail of dark spots from the 
elevator to her gaping cunt.
Well dressed women would glance at her abused cunt, shuddering, looking 
away.
Men would smile, leaning closer for a better look at an incredibly 
beautiful woman, with professionally done hair and nails, and a cunt 
that had obviously just fucked an elephant.
They would be informed, she was a total slut, on her way to fuck fifty 
men, they were welcome to join in.

The hotel owner whose turn it was to be host, would provide a bed, a 
slut and a meeting room.
His guests would provide the rest of the entertainment.
The Hotel owner's general managers would bring ten men each, discrete 
word of mouth advertising
would find men interested in a free gang bang.
Their husband and his friends would sit in chairs watching their general 
managers and thirty or forty other men, gang fuck their "new" bride.
The men had no idea they were fucking a trophy wife, giving the "whore" 
gratuities.
The gratuities were confiscated, placed in a glass fronted picture frame 
and mounted on the wall.

The woman who would one day become president of the steering committee 
was the most recently married, so she got the "new" bride special.
She came home from shopping, with three friends, finding her husband and 
his friends waiting for them, with a mastiff dog.
The coffee table was in the center of the living room, surrounded by 
studio lights.
The dog had obviously fucked women before, his enormous red penis, 
sliding out of its sheath
as the four women walked through the door.
Her suitcase was packed, standing by the front door, her husband read 
her prenuptial agreement aloud,
for all to hear, telling her to pick up her suitcase, or take her 
clothes off.
One of her trophy wife friends placed a pad on top the short table, 
leering at her malevolently,
remembering her husband had done this to her on her wedding night, other 
trophy wives had slid her wedding gown up, around her armpits, as her 
husband filmed her consummating their marriage with a dog.
She motioning her trembling friend onto the coffee table, on her back, 
as second friend held her open, nodding to her third friend to lead the 
huge animal forward.
This sort of thing is certainly not covered at Radcliffe. She thought 
spreading her legs.
The newest member of the sisterhood of trophy wives gasped as she felt 
well manicured fingers guiding the enormous penis into her.
She felt the heat of the powerful lights on her bare skin, as her 
husband's friends filmed her
fucking a dog in her living room, a room full of people watching her 
shudder, as scalding hot
dog semen squirted into her, watching her wrap her legs around the 
animal, rocking her hips, to see if dogs are capable of multiple orgasms

The next day her loving husband provided the hotel meeting room, and six 
Great Danes.
He allowed her to wear a chanel suit as he ordered her to lead the six 
dogs across the hotel lobby,
on her way to "entertain" the Hotel owners Association with a live sex show.
( He never order to her to lead dogs across the hotel lobby again. )

A shocked silence filled the elegant lobby as people realized what they 
were seeing.
She was standing still in the center of the lobby, giving the dogs an 
opportunity to stand on their hind legs,
hugging her with their front paws, rubbing their penises on her 
beautiful suit, trying to mount her.
The dogs were obviously sexually trained, sporting huge erections.
She took her time, smiling, turning slowly, making eye contact, giving 
everyone time to understand.

"Well don't just sit there, any of you who want to see the owners wife 
do a live sex show, follow me!"

About half the lobby, including a surprising number of well-dressed 
women followed her, watching the show.
Not all trophy wives were the property of hotel owners, there was a bank 
owners wife in the group.
At her husband's "suggestion" she began taking off her designer clothing 
as well.
The two women began doing men and dogs, as their husbands watched.
Her new comrade held her husband's hand as he penetrated the beautiful 
trophy wife lying next to her.
The two women faced each other, talking, as they humped away.
"What is your name?"
"Beatrice.
You are fucking my husband, Carl, he owns a private bank."
"You are fucking my husband's dog, Marmaduke, this is his hotel."

Her husband's friends provided sixty men. The men and dogs fucked her 
and Beatrice continuously for twenty four hours.
The first-time had been hard, the second time was easier, each time 
after that even easier.

This trick was super easy, no one was pimping them, they were pimping 
themselves, they took turns.
It took over twelve hours, when the steering committee finished with 
him, Vin was definitely in need of sleep.
After they washed his tired dick with a warm washcloth, they held his 
head up, spoon feeding him a room service meal, before tucking him into bed.
They did not join Vin in bed, like cats inspecting a new house, they set 
about exploring their new territory.
Well fed lionesses, smiling benevolently at their staff.
They had been indentured servants, trophy wives, having no opportunity 
of buying their freedom.
They were addicted to a life style they could not afford, with no money 
of their own.
Vin bought them free and clear, they had enthusiastically agreed to the 
sale, Vin was their new owner.
They did not worry about who they would have to kill, Vin had people for 
that sort of thing.
They did not worry about about much of anything, if Vin wanted them to 
fuck dogs and donkeys,
they would fuck dogs and donkeys. They had known Vin for a long time, he 
was as kinkie as any man
they have ever met. But he loved women, love the way they smell, taste 
it and quivered.
They had known a man Vin killed for beating a women.
Compared to their sadistic husbands, Vin was Mother Theresa, they would 
follow him through the gates of hell. If he told them to cut someone's 
dick off, the man would live only as long as it took them to find a knife.
There was no thought of returning to Davis Straight.
Trophy wives are patient people, they knew Vin would tell them when he 
was ready.

		[ 93 body count ]


As they stepped into the room, Vin realized, he should have called ahead.
Wives get irritable, if you show up, unannounced, with guests.
The room was strangely quiet, the tin piano was not playing, there was a 
hushed expectancy, as sexual tension filled the room like cigar smoke.
Vin had once been to a cockfight, a room with a similar feeling, men 
crowding to the center, looking down ignoring everything, but the scene 
taking place on the floor before them.
There were red velvet theater ropes blocking off a section of floor in 
the center of the room.
At the center of this area were several hay bales, covered with a quilt.
Small Kathy was on the quilt, on her back, enthusiastically fucking a 
Great Dane, looking out from beneath the animal, smiling up at a room 
full of glassy eyed men, wearing expensive business suits.

"Give me about thirty minutes." She said looking up, smiling at Vin and 
the steering committee.

Eying the size of the crowd, it looked to Vin, Small Kathy would need at 
least an hour, time enough to
visit a whorehouse on the other side of the street.
Directly across from the Bunny Ranch, Mustang, and Kit Cat was a new 
building, the Aphrodite
although no one remarked on the building not being there yesterday.
People would frowned momentarily, for a brief instant the street would 
seem to be a mirror image of their memory, then they would smile, there 
was the Aphrodite, right where they remembered it had always been.

The steering committee was restless, hot and bothered. as a Southern 
Belle would put it.
They were much to genteel to admit watching a twelve-year-old girl 
fucking a Great Dane for a
room full of businessmen, turned them on, but their subconscious minds 
had them lubricating to their knees..

The outside of the Aphrodite was old English, travertine marble and 
gold, only a lack of Ionian columns kept it from looking like a bank.
Inside was a little girl's playhouse all done up in pinks and blues, the 
tables and chairs, all the furniture
was shin high. Even the elevator buttons were belt buckle high.
The building was designed to accommodate midgets or a grade-school children.
The vaulted sky blue ceiling had gold letters reading:

		IT'S A SMALL SMALL WORLD

"By the way, you own this bordello free and clear, there are a thousand 
voting shares outstanding,
each of you owns seventy six shares, and I own twelve shares."
Vin took the steering committee down to the sub-basement.
There were thirteen rooms down both sides of the hallway, everyone had 
their name below a star,
just like Hollywood.
Vin held the door open for the steering committee president, inside was 
a Hollywood dressing room
optimized for a three foot tall porn star.
Vin motioned everyone to the back of the room, were there were two 
side-by-side, diamond coffins, one of them containing the body of a 
twelve-year-old girl.
Vin stood beside the empty coffin, pointing at it.
"Climb in." He invited, smiling encouragingly.
The president of the steering committee, hesitated momentarily, then 
proudly stepped forward, shoulders back, chin up, leading with her 
magnificent bosom, as she climbed the steps.
There was a slight delay as a recent memories were transferred.

"Dear God!" She said, sitting up, looking at Vin, eyes wide, filled with 
lust and wonder.
There could be no doubt who it was, the resemblance was way beyond 
mother-daughter.
I was unmistakably the head of the steering committee, wearing the body 
she had worn in the eighth grade.
"All of you, go put on your young bodies, Lady Kathy is hip deep in 
wealthy pedophiles, and needs our help,
we will have a contest, whoever makes the most money between now and 
midnight wins.
The winner gits her husband, transferred to this universe, where he will 
work in her hotel ... as a bus boy."
To say they left rapidly and enthusiastically, is analogous to 
observing, they drive rapidly and enthusiastically at the at the 
Indianapolis Five Hundred.

Vin was flabbergasted at the amount of money his stable of tiny whores 
hustled in less than six hours,
they covered the coffee table four inches deep with money.
He was even more impressed with their business card collection.
They had gone into business, making appointments, enthusiastically 
scheduling tricks for more money than most people make in a year.
Vin never did get around to telling them what his "something" was, they 
figured it out.
He learned from Small Kathy, if you are planning on making a copy of a 
small body, the day a girl feels her hymen rupture, is not as important 
as the day when her hormones are at maximum, when she was as much a Mink 
in heat as she ever will be.

Vin became a regular at the Aphrodite.
He enjoyed visiting his old friends, cheerfully admitting having sex 
with "Minks in heat" definitely added to the experience.
The president of the steering committee, was still the president of the 
steering committee, no one,
Vin included, owned a controlling interest.
There was no discussion, she had been the president of the steering 
committee for more than two centuries,
and was well suited to the job.
They were in bed together, enjoying that period after sex, being naked, 
holding each other, being close.

"You know you are a very famous person, you are well known in thousands 
of parallel universes."
"You are joking, how could I possibly be well known in other parallel 
universes."
"Do you remember the coordinated degradation you and the other trophy 
wives suffered at the hands of the Hotel owners Association?"
"Vividly." She said in a flat voice.
"Did you ever wonder how it was possible for random chance to put such a 
collection of sick and twisted
individuals together in one place?
The sort sociopaths found only in trashy novels, sold in truck stops."
"We were too busy trying to survive, to consider such questions."
"But now you can."
"Now that you have rubbed my nose in it ... Yes, it does seem ... unlikely."
"It was possible because the sick bastards were hand picked and placed 
there."
"Why?"
"There are, or at least were, nine thousand reality lords, board out of 
their minds, looking for some
sick and twisted pleasure.
The OTEC slice was deliberately constructed to appeal to a collection of 
latter day Caligula's
The misogyny was deliberate and calculated."
"That I can believe, what I don't see is how that makes me famous?"
"Do you remember being forced to lead sexually trained dogs through a 
hotel lobby, in an effort to humiliate you, and you turning the tables, 
humiliating your husband by inviting the guests of his elegant hotel to
see the owners wife put on a live sex show?"
"Yes." She said in a small voice.
"Well the Head Reality Lord thought that was hilarious, e-mailing the 
episode to over nine thousand other reality lords, helping to make OTEC 
one of the most popular artificial realities ever."
"So, you are only having sex with me because I am rich and famous?" She 
said grasping his manhood.
Vin did not say anything, as he rolled over on top of her.

The president of the steering committee was not the only committee 
member to give Vin excellent sex.
Lady Kathy was in on it of course, every month Vin was invited to a 
deluxe beach hotel in Mazatl�n,
where the owner would "entertain" him in the penthouse suite.
Vin was not sadistic, he would not make them ask, not make them beg for it.
He would smile, sharing her pleasure as room service arrived, the room 
service cart being pushed by the
ex-trophy wives ex-husband.
As they fucked enthusiastically on the coffee table, the ex-husband 
would set up their room service meal.

		_____

Vin's life had returned to "normal" each of his four wives would sleep 
with him one day a week.
Kay had returned to Monday nights, Beatrice Tuesdays, Samantha 
Wednesdays, and Lady Kathy
had all day, and all night Friday.
Thursday was of course wife swap day.
They had developed a ritual, neither of them knowing who they would wake 
up with Friday morning,
so they would have a private breakfast for four people.
The second couple, rarely man and wife, encouraged, but not required, to 
spend the day together, as King and Queen for a day.
Vin and Kathy would slip away, spending a day and a night together.
They would take turns, Vin would usually pick a day on a small sailboat 
with no crew.
Lady Kathy was considerably more creative, working with her staff, 
finding small country Inns and small country cottages, suitable for 
their purpose.

Mona as mother to the Crown Prince, got Sunday night, as she was off 
teaching school Monday to Friday.
Princess, and Mom, were first alternate wives, filling in as needed. Vin 
never slept alone.
Vin never took a nap alone, Monday through Friday, Penny, Kate, Edith, 
K2, Joan would join him for his afternoon siesta.
Thursday was not actually wife swap day, it was Thursday night.
Four times per year, the hosted the Druid holiday orgy for shakers and 
movers.
But to maintain first name friendships, something a little more intimate 
was required.
Vin was not " Head of government" there was no visible government to 
"head".
But anyone who thinks a billion people will self organized in an 
acceptable fashion, is hopelessly deluded. Bad men will always prevent 
it from happening.
In actual fact Vin had government ministers, most people simply did not 
realize it, if for no other reason than
tax money was not involved.
Vin might not own a single share of stock in the conglomerate, his 
"government minister" controlled, but no CEO was confused as to who was 
actually in charge, Vin merely had to express pleasure or displeasure 
with policy. Making money was a right, proper and necessary, but not at 
the public expense.
For such subtle control to succeed, something resembling friendship had 
to exist.
Wife swapping provided that something, no business was ever discussed.
This was not "closed" wife swapping shamefully hidden away behind closed 
doors.
This was "open" swapping, in Vin's living room, men watching other men 
fuck their wife.
It was not male-dominated. Wives watched their husband fucking her friends.
Lady Kathy was first among equals, powerful women, aware and able to 
wield awesome power
so subtly, the men they manipulated rarely noticed.
Part of the thrill of it was, neither Vin or Kathy had any way of 
knowing who they would wake up in bed with the following morning.

Saturday was Vin's day alone, no schedule, no siestas, no prearranged 
nighttime bed warmers.
He might go skiing, sailing or canoeing during the day.
He might drive a race car or go scuba diving.
But invariably late evening would find him in Key West, frequenting 
small bordellos owned by lady's associations. Bordellos owned and 
operated by amateurs, allowing "all nighters".
Vin liked amateurs, a little fumbling awkwardness as they discovered 
each others bodies was perfectly acceptable, even desirable. But most of 
all it was child like enthusiasm he was looking for.
He would awake Sunday morning in the arms of a sexy woman, whose name he 
did not know.

		_____

It was Monday night so Vin was not surprised to find Kay waiting for him 
in the royal bedroom.
He was not even surprised to see her wearing a lady's business suit.
All of Vin's wives and daughters valued their regularly scheduled time 
with him, for several reasons.
Vin did not associate with women he did not share excellent sex with.
But he also shared excellent parallel universes with them.
Any of his women could request a vacation, months or even years spent 
away, time suspended while they were gone.
It was Kay's clipboard that puzzled him, she was working.

"I would like to go do research in my old house in the basement of the 
white marble palace."
"Your wish is my command." Vin said holding out his arm for her, heading 
for the police box across the hall.
"Glad to hear it, because I have a most unusual request today."
"And what is it you require?"
"Your body."
"Have I ever said no to one of your sex research projects?"
"It's different this time, I want your body, not you."
"I'm not sure I understand."
"Oh, I suspect you may, I want to body swap, I don't want to put on one 
of my twelve year old bodies,
I want to put your body on."
"What about me?"
"Silly man, you will wear my body, of course."
Vin swallowed a lump in his throat.
Just how queer is it to experience being fucked by yourself. He wondered.

They walked through the control room, into the hallway behind, there 
were fifty two bedrooms, most of them unused.
Vin picked the first unassigned bedroom, walking through the sitting 
room to a bookcase that swung out of the way, revealing a small room 
containing two empty diamond coffins.
There was no sensation of memory transferring, no sensation of anything, 
the transfer seemed to be instantaneous.
Vin sat up looking around. The mere act of sitting up was shocking, he 
had tits!
Large tits, that got in the way!
And a body that felt all wrong, all the muscle memory was gone, just 
climbing out of
the coffin was challenging. The figure opposite him was having similar 
problems, like a small child
learning to walk.
It was like looking into a mirror only different.
Am I Vin_Kay and is "she" Kay_Vin?
I can't call "him" Kay, do I think of "her" as Kay_M, am I now Vin_F?

"Do I have to promise to respect myself in the morning?"
"Do you feel you should respect yourself in the morning?"
"Don't play head games with me, loaning you my body should count for 
something!"
"Fair enough."
"Do you have a place sailor?" Vin_F asked.
"I know of a house near here, the lady has a daughter who's grown and gone."
"You aren't afraid to lady of the house will return unexpectedly?"
"Not likely with you wearing my, er ... her body."
"I'm only willing to do this if I get to play with myself."
"Fair enough, as long as I get to do the same." Said Kay_M
"Why do I find is that idea mildly embarrassing?"
Kay_M just smiled, honoring her agreement not to engage in psychobabble.

The front door of Kay's old house was unlocked, the ironing board still 
set up in the living room.
They held hands walking down the hallway to the tiny master bedroom.
They undressed themselves, marveling at the unfamiliarity of so familiar 
of thing.
Vin_F laid on the bed, spreading his legs.
My God, I do have a huge whacker, is this going to hurt?
"What no foreplay?" Vin_F asked as he was penetrated.
Kay_M just smiled, ramming it in balls deep.
"I wasn't ready!" Vin_F squealed in a high voice.
"Well ain't that a cry-in shame." Kay_M said in a deep phony Texas drawl.
"Next you will be wanting, anal intercourse while I am tied to the bed."
"I'm glad you brought that up, I actually have a series of things, that 
will take several weeks."
"Well e-mail me the list, I'll e-mail you back things suitable for a 
minister's daughter, and I can tell you right now, blow jobs and being 
but-fucked, with something that size ain't gonna to be on the list."
"Perhaps if I found a small boy?"
"Perhaps if I sold you into slavery in a parallel universe?
Do you know Roman society had around twelve formal categories of 
prostitute,
the lower of whom performed with animals."
"Ya-uh donet sai pardner." Kay_M drawled.
Further talk became impossible.

Much later.
"What if I don't give this body back, I just had more orgasms in one 
hour than I normally have in one month."
Kay_M just smiled.
"So was the missionary position on your check list?"
"Damn! knew there was one I forgot!"

Vin was not slow in predicting this time, he predicted knowledge of how 
to body swap would pass from one woman to the next at about one third 
the speed of light, and that they would not even slow down until each of 
them had tried every other woman's body.
He predicted Mona's boys would be in on it from day one.

Hello Central
You rang?
Yes, I need a new subroutine, if I sub vocalize the phrase "body count" 
please display me
a list of who is wearing whose body.
Please do this automatically, especially in a sexual situation.
If I am about to have sex with my son, while he is wearing my daughter's 
body, I don't want to find out about it after the fact.

His wives were irritated with their inability to deceive him.
He would always let them know with something like:
"That was real good, but I must get back to my favorite wife Samantha, 
she is a ten times better fuck
than all my other wives combined."
He would say this to Samantha while she was wearing Beatrice's body.
When Beatrice was wearing Samantha's body he would say that Beatrice was 
his favorite wife.
They eventually gave up trying to deceive him.
They did not give up body swapping, each morning before work, everyone, 
including Princess, would line up in a spare bedroom, trading 
yesterday's randomly selected body for today's randomly selected body, 
often going to the end of the line to avoid wearing of their "real" body.
They found the awkwardness of wearing a strange body, actually increased 
revenues, their incredibly wealthy clients actually preferred 
inexperienced, awkward, young girls.
Only at the end of the day did they return to their "real" adult body.
There were a small number of stud house in Key West.
A planetary population of one billion produced thousands of women who 
enjoyed watching men in
spedo bathing suits lineup for them.
Predictably some enjoyed watching small boys, with marble hard peckers 
line up.
And predictably Vin's daughters gender swapped so they could stand in a 
small boy lineup.
Vin found it all incredible amusing, having long ago given up being 
surprised at the human condition.

His sons finally gave up trying to seduce their father while wearing 
their sister's body's.


		[ 94 Gentlemen start your engines! ]

Every seven years Lady Kathy's birthday fell on a Friday.
All married men experience the agony of gift selection, being immortal 
only makes it worse.
Being a multibillionaire does not make the problem go away.
The recent gender and body swapping orgy gave Vin an idea, a 
custom-built oversexed body.
He had done this long ago for Mona.
A slice for one, runs real fast, a slice for zero runs incredibly fast.
Vin was a piece of software, no CPU cycles were wasted maintaining 
floors, ceilings and sunlight.
He was manipulating DNA, a marvelous thing to work with, no less 
miraculous being a natural substance.
Vin marveled at the beauty of it, simple yet complex, able to describe 
the largest human vagina ever to exist.
He tunneled under the diaphragm, using layers of cartilage protecting 
the heart and lungs from bruising,
adding extra muscles, so the monster organ could squeeze a penis the 
size of a pencil, yet be able to accommodate an arm, thrust in to the 
armpit.
Marveling at the thirty six inch deep vagina, he carefully added the 
necessary changes to Lady Kathy's existing body file.
He made her pregnant, nine months pregnant, her skin stretched drum 
tight over the enormous belly.
There was no fetus, just extra muscle in the obscenely bulging belly, 
that kicked and wiggled in response to sexual stimulus.
People could see the huge belly quivering and shaking from twenty feet away.
Next he looked at her amazingly stretched urethra.
Research for this project had uncovered a woman born with two vaginas.
Vin set about seeing how much DNA code for a vagina, could be included 
in a bladder and urethra.
He was pleased with his results, a normal vagina, with stimulation, able 
to accommodate a nine inch penis.
Turning his attention to the lower bowel where he was able to construct 
an eighteen inch deep third vagina.

Lady Kathy had always been unhappy with her breasts, feeling her aolea 
was too large, misshapen, nipples
too small, too soft, breasts too large and soft.
He use DNA from Samantha and Beatrice building perfect breasts.
He borrowed Mona's coding, cross connecting the clitoris with the nipples.
Breasts that would fill painfully with milk every four hours.
Vin borrowed DNA from several seasonal species including dogs.
Sucking milk from Lady Kathy's super breasts caused her three vagina's 
to pop open, turning her into
an out of control bitch dog in heat.
He had created a slobbering sex machine, with no off switch.
Wearing this body Lady Kathy was barely capable of rational thought, 
until sexually satisfied.
Every four hours the process would repeat.
During the seventh millisecond he rested, for a millisecond, from all 
the work he had been doing.

Lady Kathy was more than pleased with her new body, dragging Vin off to 
a small cottage in the north of England where she fucked him silly for 
three days and three nights.
On the forth day, Vin took Lady Kathy to Fleet Week in Las Vegas, 
leaving her on her back with
one man on top, and six more waiting their turn, as he staggered off to 
a hotel room for eighteen hours
of deep sleep.

Beatrice and Samantha wanted "permanently pregnant" sex machine bodies 
of their own.
Vin honored their request.
He also honored the request for oversexed twelve-year-old prostitute 
bodies for all twelve of his women,
including Lady Kathy, Beatrice and Samantha.
The twelve-year-old bodies were not permanently pregnant, with bulging 
milk filled mammary glands.
Their tiny tits would fill with witch's milk, clear fluid that would 
build to painful levels
if not sucked out.
Their "Mona" genes caused them to become bitch dogs in heat as they were 
suckled.
The new bodies were well received, driving the customers mad.
Pregnant women could only be found in schools on isolated, inaccessible 
islands.
The Bunny Ranch had available pregnant prostitutes, depraved pregnant 
prostitutes who would fuck dogs, and do double penetrations.
Twelve-year-old girls could only to be found in unreachable schools.
The Aphrodite had twelve-year-old prostitutes, young awkward girls, who 
could not possibly be three hundred year old women, wearing small bodies.
Vin's Women did not wear their "working" bodies in the evening, rest, 
relaxation, even conversation was not possible wearing such a body.
Everyone wore their "adult" body's in the evening, except for special 
occasions like someone's birthday.
When one of Vin's women had a birthday, Vin and his boys would give her 
a Polish wedding.
When one of them had a birthday, the women would make sure he got no 
sleep that night.

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