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Warning: This story is illustrates simulated sex with a simulated
minor- so if you think you're offended by it, then you really aren't!
Plus- this is fiction people.
I'm new to this (writing) and would love any feedback! I've got 4
more short stories at http://www.georgekranz.com - check 'em out. You
can also reply to 5@mail.com
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"JonBenet Rides Again"
Not too long ago I caught a TV news story about the JonBenet Ramsey
mess out in Colorado. I'd read about the episode earlier in the NY
Times, and aside from a certain revulsion to the sordid details I'm
certain all readers felt, I really hadn't reacted to or thought much
about the case. But there on the TV screen was footage of JonBenet
herself performing at a pageant- all dolled up in mascara, lipstick,
pearls, vamping for the camera, and to be perfectly blunt about it,
using some very adult sexual cues. It then crossed my mind is it
entirely inappropriate that a healthy adult male respond to sexual
stimuli that mimic almost perfectly those of a healthy adult female?
Note that I used the words "respond to" not the words "act upon" -
the distinction is crucial. It's obviously not appropriate for anyone
to have sex with a child that young, but is it wrong to desire it, or at
any rate to manifest some of the symptoms of that desire?
Consider the following hypothetical situation A man is sitting in
front of a roaring fireplace after a superb evening meal, enjoying the
last glass of '86 Latour. There is absolutely nothing on his mind more
serious than trying to decide between a sniffer of Remy Martin Napoleon
or Hennessy X.O. cognac. Outside a horrible winter storm rages.
Nursing the last sip or two of wine, he crosses the room to a window
near the liquor cabinet and amuses himself for a short while by watching
the helpless passers by several stories below bending over against the
wind, wading through slush, falling on the ice, etc. . He pours a
generous snifter of cognac and before returning to his fireside armchair
punches a TV remote to catch a weather update. Sipping his cognac, he
nods off to sleep and awakens just in the middle of the JonBenet news
story. Not knowing of the horrible crime committed, he watches her
little pageant number, entranced. At the end of the number she turns
and faces the camera, smiles and ever so subtly lip-syncs the words
"fuck me". Now at this precise point in time and under these
circumstances is it wrong for the man to feel his penis start to
stiffen? It's an interesting question, but one I gave no more thought
to till I caught a new product announcement in one of the European
business journals I subscribe to.
It turns out that a German company, Cybernetika A.G., has completely
cornered a heretofore unrecognized market with the introduction of their
Cyber-Fraulein 3000 which has to be the world's most absolutely
high-tech love doll. In fairness to the company, I should point out
that their own literature stresses that the CF3000 is sold only to bona
fide law enforcement agencies and penal institutions for the purpose of
rehabilitating repeat criminal pedophiles. Well, we will see.
The customer base for the United should prove interesting for some
marketing whiz at Cybernetika has made the doll a perfect life-size
replica of, you guessed it, JonBenet Ramsey herself. Now German
companies are not known for their sense of humor, macabre or otherwise,
but when my tears of laughter had dried I realized I had to examine one
of these dolls. I got a hold of Dieter von Stroelitz, executive V.P. of
Cybernetika and was given the sad news Yes, at this time CF3000 is sold
only to law enforcement agencies in the U.S., but in Europe the sales
are a bit more "relaxed" as he put it. No problem, an old family friend
is county sheriff in a midwestern state that shall go nameless. Call
him "Earl", not his real name. Despite being law Earl has a great sense
of humor, and has come through before with nifty toys like cans of mace
and the odd submachine gun from a drug bust. A nice guy to know. I
gave him a call and he said what the fuck, if he doesn't have to fork
over any cash he'll get one. A couple of months later I get a call from
him and he's laughing so hard he can hardly talk. "Get your ass out
here to see this" is about all I can make out. I borrowed a buddy's
Merc, grabbed a few bottles of Jack Daniels and got out of town on I-80,
cruise set at 75 mph.
This doll is a piece of art. The skin and muscle tissue are a new
DuPont polymer marketed as "Dermastyrene". The skin is eerily soft and
lifelike. CF3000 uses thousands of small nichrome heating wires
throughout the body that connect to a central heating element (110v. AC)
that raises the body temperature to a nice 98.6 F. Reprocessed shark
cartilage forms the "skeleton", and all joints are fully functional
including jaws, neck, and hips. Even the internal organs are accurately
represented by silicone filled sacs. Weight 68 lbs. , height 4'3".
Hair is real, human, long and blond. JonBenet comes dressed in white
anklet socks, cowboy boots, short blue denim skirt, white satin crotch
less panties (!), light blue halter top, and beige cowboy hat. Hair and
makeup are perfect. Additional outfits are available from the
manufacturer. A small set of batteries (which recharge as JonBenet
warms up) is provided for playback of about 30 recorded voice messages.
A set up dip switches near the AC outlet control language (English,
Norwegian, German, Swedish, or Dutch) and message playback mode Auto,
Manual or Off. Auto provides random playback. In Manual mode a gentle
tug on JonBenet's cute ponytail elicits a message. Some of them are
real gems. "I'm wearing my crotch less panties just like you wanted
Daddy" or "Ooooh, you're so BIG inside me Daddy" were two of my
favorites. In both Auto and Manual mode occasional moans and whimpers
are added. Sound quality is superb.
The company literature states that "all three of the sexual
orifices are fully functional and incredibly lifelike." I asked Earl,
"Hey, you give her a whirl yet?" He took a long pull from my last
bottle of Jack and sneered at me, "Shit boy, I wanted to save her cherry
for you." There remained the obvious problem of how to test this doll.
We thought a little bit, and I asked him, "Who you got in the cells
upstairs?" "Already working on it," he replied. There was a knock on
the door and a junior deputy came in and handed Earl a file. He started
thumbing through it. "Lets see, we got here one Rafael Hernandez,
visiting us for grand theft auto and possession with intent to sell, his
ass goes up to Joliet in a couple of weeks, two priors for sexual
assault on a minor. He's our man!"
My job now was to prep JonBenet for sex. I plugged her in to warm up
and found the 3 "body fluid" boxes. Each box held 20 or so plastic
packets of fluid for each of her three orifices. There was a simulated
saliva with a kind of minty odor for her mouth, a slimy goo labelled
"vaginal lubricant", and an incredibly funky grease for her little butt
hole. I put on latex gloves and applied the three packets as
instructed. By now JonBenet was beginning to warm up nicely. Earl came
back downstairs and let me in on the plan. There was a small kitchen
and lounge on the first floor. A one way mirror in the lounge allowed
officers to watch the room from a hidden hallway near the duty desk.
Rafael had been told he could mop the kitchen in return for extra
exercise room time, and had readily agreed. When JonBenet was fully
warmed up I carried her to the lounge and had her "nap" on the sofa with
her little blue denim skirt hiked up to reveal a generous portion of her
white satin panties. The effect was damn good, I had to admit. Earl
got one of the female officers to sit with Jon Benet and pretend to work
on a crossword, while a deputy got Rafael in leg irons and led him down
to the lounge and kitchen. When he came in the female officer whispered
to Rafael, "Try not to make much noise, her parents were killed in a car
wreck and we just finally got her asleep." Rafael nodded silently in
reply. He began to putter around in the kitchen then started mopping
the floor. After about 5 minutes another officer stuck his head in the
lounge and addressed the female officer, "Martha, phone for you, line
two". Martha said "Thanks" and got up and left the room, closing the
door behind her. Rafael peeked through the kitchen doorway, nervously
looking around. Earl and I watched through the one-way. Outside the
lounge door six deputies waited with batons, pepper spray, and
stun-guns. Rafael got a dust mop from the kitchen closet and started
pushing it around the lounge floor till he was next to JonBenet's sofa.
"He's gonna take the bait, I can feel it", said Earl.
Rafael sure as hell looked nervous. Beads of sweat on his forehead,
licking his lips, his eyes darted about the room.
"Look, he's got a hard on", I whispered.
"Earl counted, "One, two, three..."
At 3 1/2 seconds Rafael let out a subhuman cry, dropped the dust mop,
and grabbed JonBenet by the throat, picked her up, and slammed her head
against the top of a heavy oak table.
The blow would have easily killed a 6 year old. Rafael dragged her
waist up to the table edge, tugged her panties down (I guess he was too
eager to notice they were crotch less), unzipped himself and got down to
business.
"When to the cowboys come in?" I asked Earl.
From the look on Rafael's face, that wouldn't take too long. After
less than five minutes of furious strokin', he pulled out and shot three
monster wads across her peach fuzz, denim skirt, and halter top. He
pushed the body forward and the table and rolled her over on her side
with her ass near the table edge. He dropped to his knees and started
tonguing her little butt hole.
"Get him", Earl barked into his radio. The lounge door burst open and
Rafael stood up and tried to get his tool back in his trousers, but the
two deputies with stun guns were on him too fast. After a few zaps
Rafael was on the floor, and the stun gun detail stepped quickly aside.
Three deputies with batons worked him over while one with pepper spray
stood off to one side shooting the liquid in his eyes and mouth as he
screamed. When they figured all the fight was out of him, they stood
him up and cuffed his hands behind him. Martha, who had been "baby
sitting" JonBenet went over to her and felt her wrist.
"I'm not getting a pulse", she announced.
"I didn't mean to kill her, so help me God!" Rafael pleaded.
Earl strode into the lounge while I stayed at the mirror. "Get that
piece of shit back in his cell", he ordered. Two of the deputies
hustled Rafael, penis still dangling from his fly, out of the lounge and
over to the elevator. It didn't take too long for the general
population to learn that he raped and killed a 6 year old girl while
being trusted with cleaning duty. Poor Rafael, it seems he cut himself
pretty bad shaving the next morning. Bled to death, in fact.
Earl had all sorts of plans to use JonBenet as a decoy in a couple of
local spots. I would have loved to hang around and check it out, but my
buddy needed his car back. Martha had cleaned up JonBenet and tested
the heating and voice functions. All OK. You gotta hand it to the
Germans, they really know how to build shit.
On the drive back east I got to thinking. While Cybernetika had built
her as a rehabilitation tool, it seemed to me that CF3000 was going to
be much more of a hit as an entrapment vehicle for police, unless some
liberal shithead poo-poos it in court. Also, I had to get a hold of
Dieter von Stroelitz at Cybernetika to formally request (beg) that
CF4000 be a full sized copy of Princess Diana. There must be tens of
millions of men who would love to bend Lady Di over the side of the bed,
lovingly adjust her tiara, then ram their stiffy dog up her shit chute
while she whimpers "Ooooh, don't be too rough with me my little budgie,"
in that lovely British accent.
-G
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