From: an225040@anon.penet.fi (marlissa)
Reply-To: an225040@anon.penet.fi
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: NEW Wetware 3/4 (tg, nc, sci-fi, bd)
Date: Fri, 11 Aug 1995 11:37:20 UTC
Organization: Anonymous forwarding service
Message-ID: <114343Z11081995@anon.penet.fi>
Wetware/comments
by Marlissa
The following four part story contains adult material. If below
the age of 18, go outside, get some fresh air and do something
healthy (g).
If you ARE 18, then you should know the following story is
about a brilliant young scientist who dares to cross his mentor,
with life-changing consequences. It contains non-consensual
sex, transgender and b&d themes. Both the characters and
occurences in this series are completely fictitious.
WETWARE, Part Three
by Marlissa
Amanda Crossways's thumb remained on the doorbell for thirty
seconds before she finally heard a pattering behind the door. A
lock's knob was turned and deadbolt pulled back, but the door
swung opened only a few inches. Two young blue eyes flashed
suspiciously out at her over the chain.
"Yes?" A girl, perhaps twenty, and suspicious.
"Doctor Fristch, please."
"Do you have an appointment, Ma'am?" The last word was
pulled out grudgingly.
"Look, just tell him I'm here. He'll see me."
A haughty, full lipped smile now. "Not without an
appointment, Ma'am!" She started to push the door shut, but
Amanda went right back to the doorbell.
"Please leave! The Doctor is very busy with his work!" The
girl protested protectively.
"Tell him Amanda, make that Doctor, Crossways is here to see
him in regard to Ben Stein."
The eyes batted back at her nervously. A moment's hesitation,
then a small nod. "One minute please."
Does she know something? Amanda wondered briefly, then the
door chain was removed, allowing her entry into the Fritsch's
combination brownstone and laboratory. The blonde gestured
her to enter. Now that Amanda could see her, she wondered if
her timing was right after. The girl, a pretty thing, was nervous
and dressed in a white lab coat that fell barely below her hips
and white five inch high heels. As Amanda followed her, she
was almost certain that the lab coat didn't hide a shorter
miniskirt.
Fristch welcomed her with a polite, curious smile. "Amanda!
So nice to see you! I hear so much about your work in
biochemistry! Please sit!"
Amanda took a seat.
"A drink?" Fristch asked, all hospitality. You'd never know he
was a goddamn pervert, Amanda brooded. She hated being
here already. She nodded, accepting a glass of wine.
Fristch snapped his fingers. "A glass of the Bordeaux, Sissy,
for our guest." Sissy obediently spun around. "My lab
assistant," he explained. Amanda noted the exaggerated swing
of the girl's hips as she sauntered out of the room.
"You have your lab assistant fetch drinks, Doctor? Really! I
would think you put your help to better uses than that!" Amanda
chided him.
The scientist smiled. "Oh, I do, Amanda-- I do." The inference
was so obvious, she was not meant to miss it.
The girl, Sissy, returned with the wine glass, handing it to
Amanda. As she bent down, Amanda could see that underneath
the lab coat, Sissy wore a white lace push-up bra-- and nothing
else. Fristch patted his knee and Amanda watched
uncomfortably as the girl pranced gleefully, taking his knee as
her seat and bowing her head.
"Why are you looking at Sissy, Amanda? DO you find her
attractive?" Fristch queried innocently.
"If you're implying I'm a lesbian Doctor, your sense of humor
doesn't match your reputed genius. No," she continued acidly,
"what I'm watching is a silly sexist who has obviously hired a
live-in prostitute. I'm disappointed, Doctor. Couldn't you do a
little better? I mean paying for it?" She sipped her wine,
returning his amused grin evenly. The guy was weird. Very
weird.
Sissy crossed her legs and Amanda could see a small flash of
white lace panty. He's got her in a thong for God's sakes!
"Oh, Sissy isn't paid-- and she isn't a prostitute, though she
could make her way in the world as one with this body. I mean,
she's so busty and all." Sissy simpered in joy at the
compliment, heaving her bosom up.
Amanda blushed. Her breasts had always been small and she
often wondered how many men she might have attracted had
they been larger. She felt stupid about it-- with an IQ of 165,
she was worried about her breast size. And Fritsch knew it--
was baiting her about it. She downed a hot swallow of the red
Bordeaux.
"Sure, Doctor. Whatever. I'm sure your bimbo there is a
proverbial rocket scientist, right?"
Fritsch stroked Sissy's thigh, pushing the lab coat high on her
leg. It was now obvious that she wore a thong panty at most.
"Well, she IS a bimbo, but Sissy is a smart little girl. Sissy," he
turned to the girl, "what is the relationship between Metzen's
Fourth Law of Implied Logic and the speed of the enhanced
Alpha chip?"
Sissy batted her long lashes. "The law explains how the chip is
able to accommodate a billion plus instruction set, Doctor. It is
the basis of the current development of 4GLs and a re-
examination of bubble memory technology, once abandoned in
the seventies."
Amanda was struck at the lucidity of the answer and the lispy,
breathy way in which it was given. Like a call girl with a PhD.
She squirmed uncomfortably at the thought and as she did, she
felt an long object in the folds of the chair cushion. She reached
down and was even more outraged at what she found. It was a
pink eight inch vibrator!
"Sissy!" Fristch boomed. The girl jumped off her perch on his
lap. "How many times have I told you to put your toys away
when you're done playing with them?"
Sissy pursed her lips contritely, blushing a deep burgundy. "I'm
sorry Doctor."
"I'm so embarrassed, Amanda. My apologies-- you know good
help is SO hard to find. Sissy, go put your plaything in your
toybox and come right back so we can take care of this!" Sissy
obeyed, taking the offending vibrator from a disgusted Dr.
Amanda Crossways and disappeared.
"What are you going to do, Doctor?" Amanda asked, fascinated
despite her outrage.
"Punish her, of course," Fritsch answered smoothly. "I can't let
her get away with this nonsense."
Sissy returned, playing with the hem of her lab coat anxiously.
Fristch addressed her sternly.
"You've embarrassed me, Sissy, in front of Dr. Crossways. I'm
most upset. Do you agree with me that you deserve to be
punished?"
"Yes, Doctor," she answered pathetically.
"And how many paddles do you think this indiscretion deserves,
missy?"
Amanda winced at the last. "You're going to SPANK her? Are
you for real?"
Fristch didn't answer. "How many?" he repeated.
"Five?" Sissy begged hopefully.
He shook his head. "Ten I think is more appropriate, though for
our guest, we will keep your panties on." He shifted his knee
and already trembling, Sissy obediently draped herself over it,
pulling up her lab coat to reveal a tiny white lace thong, which
barely covered the bulbed cleft between the long pale legs.
Amanda watched in a silent cloud of sympathy, anger,
frustration as she watched the near nude girl get spanked by
Fritsch. I have to remember why I'm here, she told herself.
Ignore this for now, help her later. I have to find out what
happened to Ben. At last, the sniffling blonde was allowed to
rise to her high heeled feet.
Fristch gave her a last swat on the rump. "Now get that pretty
butt of yours in the kitchen and start my dinner, Sissy!" The girl
minced quickly and gratefully out of the room.
"Now, where were we?"
Keep control. He's taunting you. Why, I don't know, but he is.
"I came to ask what you know about the disappearance of Ben
Stein, Dr. Fristch."
"Missing? I had no idea! I had heard he left MIT, but missing?"
Fristch loved knowing that Sissy's spanking had nettled this
uppity girl. He knew she was a feminist, which was why he
had staged the whole thing. Especially this one. She was
bright, but her insufferably superior attitude was exactly why he
had refused to let her become his assistant at the university. He
despised feminists-- they had made a mess of academic
research. Poor Sissy probably even thought she had left her
vibrator in the seat, even though he had done it himself.
She shook her head at this. "Doctor, he wouldn't leave without
saying something to someone. His apartment is cleaned out and
his office and lab is empty. The Dean says--"
"The Dean said he was unreliable and a prima donna-- happy to
be rid of him, I heard," Fristch informed her.
She shook her head again. "No, no! He was so involved in his
work-- he wouldn't have just left. Anyway, I know he spoke to
you a while back and, since it was right before he disappeared, I
thought he might have said something." Why was he so jumpy
now?
"Did I speak to him? Why would you think that?" Fristch asked
carefully.
Amanda handed him the printed e-mail from Ben. "See? So
what did he say?"
Fritsch straightened the press of his trousers. "Oh, I couldn't
say, really. It was a few weeks ago." He rose, the discussion
closed.
She rose jerkily, still confused. "Well, if you think of anything-
-"
"Yes, yes. I'll get your coat, since Sissy's fixing dinner." He
brusquely passed by her. "I think she put it upstairs."
As soon as he was out of sight, Amanda tiptoed into the kitchen.
The blonde was busily preparing the nightly meal. She looked
up cluelessly.
"Yes, Ma'am?" Ever helpful, ever subservient. She had
changed from her lab coat into a skimpy maid's outfit, a black
tafetta and white lace thing which looked more like a bedroom
garment than a utilitarian outfit.
"Look," Amanda blustered quickly, "I don't know what this,"
she pointed at the tiny skirt and tight bodice, "is all about, but it
isn't worth it. Come with me, here's my card-- call me. We'll
figure out a way to get you on your feet. No woman deserves
to be treated this way, like some" she spat disgustedly, "love
doll or something. I have to go, because he's coming back, but
call me!" Without another look, Amanda left, meeting Fristch
at the door.
"Saying good-bye to Sissy?" he asked curiously.
She nodded, too affably. "Yes, yes I was. If you think of
anything, will you--"
"I will. Good-bye." Fristch closed the door, watching her
figure as it merged with the darkness outside. Pretty bitch, but
flat chested and too uppity. She needs to be put in her place, he
considered. Needs to learn why girls belong in pretty things in
soft beds waiting to give pleasure, NOT in universities getting
tenure. Not when men like he, geniuses, were turned out in
disgrace.
He was rolling this thought over in his head as he sat down in
his chair in the dining room. Sissy served him silently, not even
speaking when he slipped two of his fingers into her slick
shaved pussy, pumping her gently.
Sissy gritted her perfect white teeth, moaning as she felt the
fingers squeeze against the tight cling of her hairless lips.
"Sissy, did you know that you had a sister?" Fristch informed
her. He withdrew the fingers, holding them in the air. She fell
to her white stockinged knees and took the fingers in her mouth,
tasting her juices as she wrapped her tongue about the wet
digits.
"After you're done, do fetch me the phone, Sissy."
*******************
Amanda grimly walked up to Fristch's brownstone door. He
had come across some interesting information he said, regarding
Ben. Could she come over on the Sunday before the semester
began? That was all, the e-mail had said. She had a great deal
of preparation to do for the intro biology class she was teaching
beginning Wednesday. But she still had a lingering affection for
Ben and if she could find out where he might have run off to, it
was worth the effort...even of dealing with the loathsome
Fristch.
Her last encounter with him had been so odd that she had been
positively embarrassed to tell anyone about it. Not that she had
really seen anyone on campus over the Break. The university
had been deserted. Like Fristch's neighborhood now. She
knocked on the door.
Sissy opened the door wide this time, smiling at her happily.
"Hello Amanda! It's so nice to see you! Please come in. The
Doctor is expecting you." This last statement was offered with
such sexy intimations that Amanda shivered. Although she
shivered as much at Sissy's appearance.
Fristch had known Amanda was coming over. Was he so
disrespectful to both she and this poor bimbo that he had had
Sissy dress this way? Was he that uninterested in any vestige of
propriety? The lab coat that the nubile young blonde assistant
had worn before would have been preferable to this get-up. The
buxom blonde wore a black lace teddy that left little to the
proverbial imagination. It stretched tightly over her large
breasts supported only by two thin spagetti should straps. The
thin lace betrayed two fully erect nipples underneath and
continued to hug her torso till finally creeping between her legs.
The vulva mound tightly bunched against the ever disappearing
triangle of the crotch and Amanda winced at the thought of the
tight shave needed to keep that bikini line hairless. Sissy was
made up whorishly just as before-- thick red lipstick, plucked
eyebrows, rouge brightening the pale cheeks. Around her neck,
Sissy wore a black velvet choker, though it looked more like a
dog collar to Amanda. Her legs were bare but she wore a pair
of black stilletos that defied gravity. It struck her now how
much Sissy looked like that actress Kim Bassinger.
"Uh, look-- before I see your, uh, boss, have you given my offer
any thought?"
Sissy looked quizzically at her.
"You know, the last time I was here? We talked about getting
you out of here, into a real job-- one that will let you dress in
regular clothes, not like...that." Amanda was frustrated at
Sissy's continued, polite silence.
"You don't have to live like this, Sissy! You're able to do
anything, be anything you want! Why do you let him humiliate
you this way? You don't deserve to be treated like this!
Answer me, damn you!"
If nothing else, Amanda's tirade made Sissy loose the "good
little girl" smile. The blonde looked down, ashamed.
"You don't understand, and I can't explain it to you," she said
softly. "I wish I could-- really I do! But he does things to you--
oh, but I can't explain!" Sissy's features grew close in
helplessness.
Amanda took her forearm tenderly. "You don't deserve this,
Sissy!"
Sissy looked up sadly. "But I do, Amanda, I do. I'm just a
stupid little bimbo. If it weren't for the Doctor, I'd still be... and
when I grew up, I..."
"Sissy?! Did I hear the doorbell?" Fristch bellowed from
upstairs in the lab.
"I have to take you to him now, Amanda. I'm sorry." And
Amanda followed the girl wearily up the stairs to the lab.
Fristch was there, hunched over his lab table. He looked up,
recovering the large object on the table. "Thank you for
coming! Please come in! Can I have Sissy serve you a drink?"
Amanda shook her head. "No. Just tell me what you know
about Ben. Now."
Fristch was perturbed at this rudeness. "Sissy, two glasses of
the Merlot. Now, Amanda, I'll I ask is a bit of civility. I know
you don't approve of that--" he pointed at Sissy's swiveling rear
as she left the room, "but remember, you asked for my help, not
the other way around."
Amanda softened. "O.k." She took the glass Sissy reappeared
with. "I'm sorry. Tell me what you know."
Fristch made a steeple of his index fingers, touching the tip to
his pursed dry lips. "Well, it is rather embarrassing-- to Ben
that is."
"Go on, please."
Fristch had seated himself and Sissy had positioned her at his
feet, resting on her knees with hands folded in her lap. She
looked shyly at Amanda.
"Well, you see, Ben once told me he had rather outre
fantasies...of a sexual nature." He sipped his wine, giving her a
disapproving look over the rim of the glass.
Amanda was surprised, too shocked at the charge to dispute it.
"Really? He never seemed that kinky to me!"
Sissy giggled playfully.
The scientist nodded regretfully. "I'm afraid he was, how
would you say, 'out there?' His kink as you put it was quite
strange indeed!"
Amanda couldn't contain her purient curiosity. "What, Dr.
Fristch? What was he into?"
"Lesbian bondage." The raised eyebrows of the former middle-
aged professor let Amanda know just what he thought of this
particular deviation. Almost theatrically so. The professor doth
protesteth too much methinks, Amanda thought.
"Really?"
The scientist nodded. "Oh yes. Ben confided in me that the
thing that nothing aroused him more than the sight of two
lovelies in their pretties obeying his every order, even while he
commanded them to...do things to each other. Really vile
things." The older man sipped his wine, contemplating the
unsaid acts.
Amanda was startled at this. "Ben brought this up? It doesn't
sound like him. In fact I can't believe he would ever treat
women that way."
Fritsch nodded gravely. "Oh, I was surprised too. But he kept
painting the picture for me. Details, you know. Not that I
asked for any of them. And then he disappeared shortly after."
"What kind of details?" Amanda pressed. As little as she
wanted this peek into Ben's head, she had to know all.
Fristch looked over his half-rims. "Well, he said that he had a
special yen for a mixed pair-- a dark-haired one and a blonde.
He said that he would alternate which would be mistress and
which would be slavegirl. Of course, he would be master of
both. He mentioned an actress which he was most desirous
of...or perhaps a model I think."
Amanda jumped on the detail. A clue perhaps. "Can you
remember? It might be important."
Fristch rubbed his chin in thought. "Who is that pretty covergirl
that is married to that actor...hmmm"
"Cindy Crawford? He had the hots for Cindy Crawford, right?"
He nodded. "That's it. A pretty thing, don't you think?
Anyway, he thought she would make a marvelous plaything.
He said he would do awful things to a girl like that if she didn't
obey. Very anti-feminist, I must say."
"And the blonde? What look did he say he liked in the blonde?"
This was so weird. Ben with two sex slaves?
"Kim Bassey or something."
"Bassinger?"
"Right. He said he wanted to collect a pair like that and he
would train him, he said, with, oh goodness, he said whips and
riding crops. Lurid stuff. I couldn't believe that my former
protege would be so depraved. He specifically wanted a pair of
sisters to act out this fantasy!"
There it was again, that almost cartoonish admonishment.
"Well, I guess anyone is capable of it, even Ben. Lesbian
bondage-- well I suppose he could have gone off the deep end."
Her tone said otherwise though. "This wine is very good. But
let's say Ben has this strange interest-- why would he confide in
you with something so odd?"
Fristch smiled. "He had to. Before he left, he asked me to keep
something for him."
Amanda's eyes lit up. "What? Did it have something to do with
this?"
Fristch stood up. "Come. I'll show you."
Amanda rose unsteadily. "That wine of yours is potent stuff!"
Fristch took her upper arm, keeping her from falling. "Here, let
me help." He led her over to a table, which bore a long object
covered by a sheet. "This is what he left." Fristch dramatically
pulled back the sheet.
Amanda looked down. It was Cindy Crawford! The long,
leggy model looked up dully at her, her naked body perfectly
still.
"Is she...dead?" Amanda gasped.
Fristch shook his head. "No. In fact she was never alive. But
she will be soon. Do you think she's sweet? Look at those
wonderful tits!"
Amanda looked at him, but he kept shifting, his outline fuzzy
and blurring. Fristch was yelling at her now.
"I asked you a question! Do you find your new body sexy?
Answer me!"
But Amanda never did answer the question. She opened her
mouth to scream, then descended into a deep coma-like sleep.
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