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This was my entry for Celestle's story competition, closing date 24
August 1998. It features the Holodeck Technology found in Star Trek,
but there are absolutely no references to Star Fleet, Vulcan's,
Klingons, or anything else Star Trek related.
Revision 1.2
Original posted in August 1998
Comments can be sent to either of these
two addresses
kce63@dial.pipex.com
marky92@hotmail.com
**Disclaimer
This story is of an adult nature, and is intended for people over the
age of 18 (in the UK at least). If you are not old enough to read
this in your country, then don't. It as simple as that. Same goes
for people who are offended by this type of material. No-one if
forcing you to read it, if you don't like it, don't read it.
**Special note
I'm English not American, but still, with the bombardment of American
images that we receive in this country on TV and in films, I get
confused from time to time. It's not my fault, blame the media!!!
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On the Holodeck
by marky
(c) Copyright 1998 marky
"Come on in Jessie," the boss said as Jessie knocked on his door,
"Please take a seat."
"What's up Boss? Am I in trouble."
"Not exactly. I'll cut straight to the chase. We are worried about
you Jess. Since... you know.. since the accident you've been less
than your usual productive self."
"I'm doing my best Boss. It's just hard to concentrate sometimes."
"In this business Jessie, lack of concentration is a major problem."
"So what are you saying to me?" asked Jessie.
"We want you to take sometime off. We think you need time to grieve.
When Demi died it was a shock to us all. But you tried to just carry
on, against the advice of others. You need time to get over what
happened properly."
"I can't take time off, what shall I do."
"That's up to you. Find some way to help you get over Demi, take a
vacation, spend all your time in a Holodeck, whatever. Just do
whatever you need to come back here and back to working the way you
did before."
"I can't afford to take time off."
"It'll be a paid sabbatical. You don't have a choice. As of
tomorrow, I don't want to see you here for another month. Is that
clear."
Jessie was a Holodeck programmer. He wrote programs that people ran
in their Holodecks. At one time he had been the most prolific
producer of Holodeck software in the quadrant, author of some of the
most popular programs around. Then suddenly, about two months ago,
his wife Demi was killed in a transporter accident. She was beaming
down from a lunar shuttle after 2 weeks on Apollo station, when the
signal was degraded due to interference. There was barley enough
left of her to bury.
Jessie took it hard. But he carried on at work. He was working on a
major new project, and thought that throwing himself into work would
cure his hurt. He was wrong.
Jessie arrived back at his house. What was he going to do for the
next 30 days. All his material for his project was at work, so he
couldn't do that. He didn't have enough credits for a holiday. His
only option was to run an immersive Holodeck program. To try and
"get away from it all".
Over the next few days he tried many different programs, but none of
them could hold his interest. Even the best selling crime series,
"Franklin Jones Investigates", he found boring. He hated to admit it
to himself, but he missed his dear Demi. He figured he needed to see
her again, to touch her, to smell her.
"Computer.." he said as he entered the Holodeck, "do you have enough
data on file to create a facsimile of Demi Huskley?"
The computer answered in a soft, sensual female voice, "There is
enough data on file to create an accurate physical facsimile of Demi
Huskley."
"How accurate?" asked Jessie.
"To within 1%" the computer informed him.
"Then do it."
"Working.....Working" the computer repeated as it began to build up
the Hologram version of Jessie's wife.
Slowly the image came into focus. Her long black hair cascaded down
her back. Her breasts swelled out in a divine manner, and with her
rounded hips, formed a delightful hourglass figure.
"Computer, much as I like seeing my wife naked, perhaps you should
put some clothes on her."
"Select outfit." said the computer.
"Something casual... Jeans and T-shirt."
The clothes appeared on Demi's form, covering up her assets. Jessie
was slightly disappointed, but at least her could look at her without
a permanent hard-on. He walked around her static figure, admiring
the way she looked.
"I always liked you in Jeans Dee." he said, "Your ass fills them just
right."
He walked back around to the front, smiling constantly.
"I wish I could talk to you. There's so much I need to tell you.
I've missed the sound of your voice so much."
He stood admiring this copy of his dead wife. Suddenly he had an
idea.
"Computer. Can you make her speak, so that I can have a conversation
with her?"
"Yes. A copy of Demi Huskley's vocal pattern is on file. This can
be used to simulate her voice."
"Do it. Have her interact with me." He waited a few moments until
the computer told him that Holo-Demi was ready to speak.
"Demi? I've missed you."
Holo-Demi stood soundless.
"Did you miss me too?" Jessie asked.
"Yes." It was definitely Demi's voice, but it sounded hollow,
emotionless.
"How have you been?" Jessie wanted her to reply in full, to have a
conversation with her.
"I have been dead." said Holo-Demi. Jessie nearly broke into tears.
"Computer. You've got it wrong, this is all wrong."
"Is it not Demi Huskley's voice?" asked the computer.
"Yes, it's her voice, but she sound like you. There's no emotion in
her voice."
"It is what you asked for. An interactive copy of Demi Huskley using
her vocal pattern." said the computer.
"That's not what I meant," said Jessie. "Could you incorporate the
personality subroutine from "Franklin Jones Investigates" into this
program, and adapt it to produce a copy of Demi's personality."
"It would require a large amount of data of the chosen subject." said
the computer.
"Would 50 or so hours of home video data be enough." asked Jessie.
"It would."
"How long will it take?" questioned Jessie.
"The integration would take 2 hours 7 minutes." the computer informed
him.
"Fine. I'll be back in 2 hours. Place Demi in the Martian
restaurant program for when I return."
While he waited for the computer to finish it's task Jessie took a
long bath to freshen up. He picked out his best suit, and did his
hair. If he was going to see Demi again, he wanted to look his best.
When he got back to the Holodeck, the program was already running.
He opened the door and went in. The Martian Restaurant program
created an atmospheric restaurant overlooking the red Martian
skyline.
He approached the bar, and saw Demi sat on a bar stool wearing a
slinky black velvet dress. She had two glasses in front of her
filled with what looked like rum and coke.
She turned around to greet him as he approached. "Hi, Jessie. Where
have you been? Your over five minutes late."
It was perfect. Exactly what the real Demi would have said.
"Sorry." he said, "Traffic."
"I got you a Malibu and Coke," she said, "Your favorite."
"Thanks." he said. He was speechless. After so long here he was
having a drink with the most perfect of god's creatures.
"You look radiant." he said, "and I love that dress on you."
"Thanks," she said with a smile, "I brought it specially."
The waiter walked up to them and coughed politely. "You table is
ready Sir, Madame. If you would care to follow me."
He led the couple, walking arm in arm, to their table. They ordered
food and wine, which came promptly. There wasn't much conversation
between them as the night wore on. Jessie was just glad to be in the
company of the woman he had loved for 12 years. They ate their meal,
then danced the night away in the restaurants disco.
At a quarter to one in the morning the music from the disco slowed
down to smoochy numbers as the place prepared to close for the night.
Demi and Jessie danced close. He held her tightly against him,
cupping her ass cheeks in his hands. Her hands were around his neck
as they kissed passionately, exploring each others mouths with their
tongues. He moved his hands up her body, following the contour of
her hips. As his hands reached the swell of her breast, he moved his
hands around to her back, then back down to her bum. He squeezed
each cheek of her bum in turn. She moaned as they kissed.
The final song ended, and the couple left the dance floor to finish
their drinks. The program was coming to an end, and Jessie didn't
want to leave his wife.
"Computer." he said, "Freeze program."
Everything around Jessie came to a standstill, even Demi. It was
like standing in a waxworks museum.
"Computer, how much of this program is left?"
"You should escort your guest to her car, then the program ends."
"Shit." he paused, "Tell you what. Search the Adult files on the
network. Find a program that involves two lovers going to hotel room
after a meal."
"Searching.....Searching......Search complete. There are 6 such
programs on file."
"Great." said Jessie, "Merge them into one and add it to the end of
this program. Add in the adaptive subroutine I wrote, then continue
program."
The computer responded, "Working.... Working..... Working.....
Program complete."
As the computer voice faded away, the scene surrounding Jessie came
back to life.
"Come on." said Demi, "Lets go back to the hotel and have another
drink."
"O.K." said Jessie, "I'll get the coats and meet you outside."
That's what he did. He fetched the couples overcoats from the
cloakroom, then met Demi outside the restaurant, where she had
already hailed a taxi.
"Quick," she said, "the meter's running."
Jessie jumped into the back seat of the cab beside Demi. As soon as
he was in, the driver set off for their hotel. For the entire
journey, Demi and Jessie made out in the back seat. They kissed, and
their hands explored each other. The driver enjoyed the view in his
mirror. By the time they got to their hotel, Jessie's erection made
it difficult for him to walk. Demi noticed.
"What's wrong Jess. A little excited?"
They made their way up to their rooms, groping each other in the
elevator. No sooner had Jessie closed the door behind them after
entering the room than Demi fell to her knees and pulled at the zip
to his trousers. She reached inside and searched for his dick. She
found it, and in it's current state had a little trouble getting it
out into the open.
"Hmm" she moaned as she examined the trouser snake. She looked at it
from all angles, licking her lips in anticipation.
"I love you." she said, then slowly wrapped her lips over the head of
Jessie's straining prick.
Jessie threw his head back and closed his eyes as she worked him
over. The real Demi had loved to do this too. She slipped it into
her mouth further, until it was all the way in, her nose touching his
belly, and his balls hitting her chin. She stayed there, seemingly
motionless, but inside her mouth, her tongue was furiously licking
and stroking along the length of his shaft, and around the bulbous
head.
She began to move her head back and forth, slowly at first, but then
increasing pace as she used her hand to stroke it too. Her other
hand cupped his balls, massaging them gently.
It had been a long time since Jessie had been in this situation, and
he came quickly and with force. Demi swallowed every last drop,
milking him dry. She took his shrinking dick out of her mouth and
stood up in front of Jessie. She kissed him full on the lips, and he
could taste his own sperm. She broke off from him.
"I love you." she said.
"I love you too." replied Jessie, breathless.
"How about that drink?" she said as she went over to the mini-bar,
leaving Jessie standing by the door, his shriveled cock handing out
of his fly.
He tucked it back inside his pants, and joined Demi who was now
sitting on the bed with two drinks. He sipped the drink as he stared
into his wife's emerald green eyes. He was lost. In heaven. He had
fallen in love all over again. He knew that this was bad for his
mind, he was supposed to be trying to get over Demi's tragic death.
Yet here he was about to make love to her for the first time in ages.
Surely some psychologist somewhere would be able to justify it. He
was saying good-bye.
They finished the drinks, and placed the empty cups on the floor.
They looked at each other, and began kissing again. As they did they
also tried to undress each other. Demi pushed Jessie's jacket off,
and began to unbutton his shirt. Jessie pulled the straps of her
dress down off her shoulders. Demi ran her fingers through the hair
on Jessie's chest as it was exposed by his open shirt.
He pulled her dress down, exposing her breasts, covered in a tiny
black lace bra. He reached around her back and unclasped the snaps
of the garment. It fell away, revealing the milky white domes, with
their big pink nipples. Jessie's hands cupped her tits, and his
fingers began to flick at her nipples.
She pushed his shirt off, throwing it to the other side of the room.
Her hands fell to his belt buckle. She undid it, then opened up his
trousers. Her hands went inside, searching for his dick. Meantime,
he moved his head down and began to suck first at the left, then the
right nipple.
She moaned, enjoying the sensation Jessie was giving her. She stood,
and slowly she slid the dress all the way down, past her ankles, and
she kicked it off to the side. Jessie looked at her admiringly. She
wore no knickers. Smiling at Jessie, Demi lay down on the bed, her
hands above her head and one leg lifted up, bent at the knee. The
look in her eyes said just one thing, "Fuck me."
Jessie stood and got rid of his last remaining articles of clothing.
Then he climbed up the bed to where Demi lay. As he reached her, she
put her arms around his neck, and pulled his head towards her for a
kiss. She parted her legs for him, and he reached down to guide
himself inside her.
As his dick penetrated her, parting the red lips of her pussy, she
gasped. Slowly he filled her up, pushing inside her as far as he
would go, stretching her. He began to grind his hips against her,
sliding back and forth. She moaned as he pulled out, and gasped as
her forced his way back in. They kept a steady rhythm, and were lost
to their own passion.
Presently, she rolled him over, trying not to separate from him as
she did. She was now sat on top of him, straddling him. Once she
was comfortable, she began to ride him. She started slowly, and
increased in tempo as her pleasure grew. She built towards orgasm,
and as it approached she began to buck wildly, impaled on Jessie's
dick.
As she stopped cumming she fell down on top of Jessie. Breathlessly
she said "I love you."
He said nothing, but kissed her hard for a few seconds. Then he
rolled her over, moving his hands underneath her arse, lifting it to
give him easier access. He was close to his own orgasm, and wanted
to pound his beautiful wife as hard as he could. There was no slow
build up this time. He just rammed into her as fast as he could.
His pace was furious, and with each inward stroke, Demi gasped
loudly, as if the air was being forced out of her lungs.
Within minutes he was shooting his sperm deep inside Demi's womb. He
collapsed on top of her exhausted.
"I love you Demi." he said.
She rolled on to her side, and he scooped up beside her, draping his
arm over her. As she fell asleep, the computer voice boomed around
the room.
"This program has reached it's conclusion."
"Damn." said Jessie.
He climbed out of the bed, Demi now motionless. As he dressed he
said, "Computer." then paused, "Save program as 'Demi 1'. I think
I'll be running that again."
With that he left the Holodeck as the hotel room, and Demi, faded and
vanished.
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**Copyright Notice
This work is Copyright 1998 Marky Everitt. You may keep a copy in a
personal archive, electronic or otherwise, as long as it is for
personal use only (Personal being you and friends/family/partner, but
not the general public).
Feel free to repost in the newsgroup you found it or any other
appropriate newsgroup, but I would appreciate an e-mail telling me
you have reposted :->
This story should not, under any circumstances be used to make a
profit by anyone other than the author and copyright holder.
This story may or may not be based on actual events, real or
otherwise. The names of the people and places involved may or may
not have been changed to protect the innocent and/or guilty. It may
or may not be based on material that the author has or has not read,
seen, or otherwise experienced, in the past, present and/or future.
Any similarity between actual people and/or places, real or
otherwise, is probably coincidental, but on the other hand....
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Well I can't say I'm completely surprised,
You'll bonk anything won't you lister.
Rimmer - Red Dwarf
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