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This story is intended for the enjoyment of adults over the age of 18 or 
whatever the legal age is in your part of the universe. It contains fantasy 
scenes of graphic sexual activity.   Please, if you are under the age of 18, 
or if you may be offended by such material, use your intelligence and read 
no further - delete the file. Note: This work is copyrighted to the author, 
Nessus and should not be used for commercial gain by any other persons. This 
includes posting on any commercial site.  Otherwise ....enjoy

Yuki
Book Two of a Political Saga
(Note: You MUST read `Protection' first)
By

Nessus

Music: (Yuki's Theme) "Sly" by Massive Attack on the "Protection" CD

Chapter Two


The days wandered on with conditioning educing from every other day to just 
one day a week and discussions with Karen on my body and coming to terms 
with it. My first period came and went, my emotions were changing and I 
found myself crying at a television program I would never have watched in my 
previous life.

I was becoming familiar and very comfortable with my body although I was a 
little embarrassed by the increased size of my breasts and unconsciously 
chose to wear baggy tops to hide them until Karen pointed this out. For the 
first few days of wearing tighter clothes, I felt embarrassed but was 
getting used to it, although I had not yet graduated to a bikini. I also had 
not yet experimented with my sexuality as; frankly, I didn't know how and 
was too shy to ask.

My hair had grown very long while in the stasis tank and it now reached to 
the small of my back and I spent hours thinking as I mechanically brushed 
it, staring blankly into the mirror while I tried to plan a new life for 
Yuki Toshiro.

Every now and again, I would take the envelope out that Chorister had given 
me and look at the airline tickets and the address for the hotel in New 
York. The time was drawing nearer and sometimes I wondered if I should go or 
should just disappear with my precious documents to start a new life. The 
thought also occurred to me that Chorister might not even show and this was, 
somehow, a cruel joke.

One afternoon, the week before I was to go to New York, Andaluan Krill 
entered my life.

I was lounging on my bed, dressed in black stretch pants and a large white 
over shirt with my hair pulled back and just staring out the window at the 
desert.  A tall older woman walked in as if she owned the place and, I found 
out later, she did. A striking woman, she was dressed in a white pantsuit 
that highlighted her dark skin and had large gold hoop earrings dangling 
from each ear.

"I'm Krill," she said and immediately made herself comfortable in the 
visitor's chair. "Have you heard of me?"

I scrambled to my feet and offered a small bow. "No," I said quietly. "I 
must apologise because I am not aware."

"Good. Our security is working. I'm the current leader of PFPP and, I guess 
you could say, I'm the Centre you maybe have heard about."

"Please, what is PFPP?"

Krill smiled a little. "A fair question. Penis Free People for Power. We 
work to achieve a fifty percent of the political and business power for all 
women through out the world." She suddenly switched tack. "Yuki, why did you 
choose not to have your memories removed? "

"My memories make me who I am," I explained patiently.

"I see. Chorister said you were a very strong person."

"I did not use to be. I think I am very weak." Strangely, my heart was 
beating faster at the mention of Chorister's name.

Krill leaned forward. "Yuki, I know you must hate us for the cruel and 
strange things that have happened to you. Do you plan some revenge?"

I looked out the window while I thought. Revenge? The idea had not even 
entered my mind. Was that the conditioning or because I was becoming more 
and more grateful for the events that had changed my life and body?

"No," I said slowly. "I do not hate you." Krill relaxed a little but I went 
on. "I do not like you much either." She smiled and nodded agreement as if 
she understood. "But I can not hate. Perhaps it is your clever conditioning? 
I do not plan revenge."

Krill leaned back and crossed her legs. "Yuki, would you consider working 
for our cause and joining the PFPP? You don't have to answer right away, 
just think about it," she quickly added.

"Please, why would you want me as I could bring little value?"

"You're certainly qualified." Her smile quickly vanished as I tilted my head 
and looked at her. "I mean, you are a woman, a woman who knows the most 
intimate thoughts and driving emotions of men. You understand men in a way 
our psychologists can never do. That is of extreme value."

"I see. Please, I will think about it as you ask but I do not feel the 
commitment that you do for this cause." I waited a few minutes and 
hesitating a little, spoke. "Please, you have spoken to Chorister Wolf?"

Krill smiled and nodded. "Just last week. She's looking forward very much to 
New York. Are you going?" she asked, studying me closely.

Strangely, my heart was beating faster again and I felt myself flush a 
little. "Yes, I too am looking forward to New York." It was at that exact 
moment that I came to the realisation that I was actually looking forward to 
the trip and, more importantly, seeing Chorister again.

Andaluan Krill stood up and placed a small white card on the dresser. "Yuki, 
think about it and call me on this direct number anytime you want to talk. 
Anything else I can do for you?"

I hesitated and then spoke slowly. "When I speak to people, I see laughter 
in their eyes and it is, I fear, because of this accent of mine. Please, can 
this be removed?"

Krill placed her hand on my arm and spoke gently. "Yuki, that isn't laughter 
in their eyes, it is wonder. The formality of your accent, together with 
your striking beauty, gives you a very regal presence. When I first saw the 
videos of you my jaw dropped. You look and act like an Eastern Princess." I 
blushed at her comments and she smiled gently. "The accent will probably go 
in time but to remove it through the conditioning would also remove 
memories. Do you want that?"

I shook my head. "It will remain then and I will try not to look into eyes 
as I talk because I still see laughter."

Krill laughed, dropped her hand and walked to the door. "In time you will 
begin to understand the impact your presence has, Yuki." She paused and 
turned back to me. "Yuki," she said in a serious tone, "our plans did not 
include all that happened to you." I must have looked puzzled as she rushed 
on. "Jennifer was the leader prior to me and she stood down to pursue her 
ambitions. I don't know what happened but she has gone a little crazy 
somehow. The forced seclusion and planned murder or suicide were her plans 
and as I was unavailable no one pushed back except for Chorister."

"I do not really understand."

"I know I can't apologise for all of this but it got out of hand because of 
Jennifer. Chorister found out what she was doing to you and stepped in 
against orders. Told her you were dead and then cleaned up. At one point she 
thought it would be kinder to terminate you." I nodded as I remembered that 
moment. "Chorister had no idea the changes to you would be so drastic but 
the scientific team sometimes forget the human side of their work when 
exploring their technology." She waited but I said nothing. "Just thought 
you should know," she said stiffly and opened the door.

"Please," I said. "Could I ask two favours from you?"

"Two?"

"Could you arrange for a good hairdresser to visit me?"

"A hairdresser?"

"Please, I would like my hair to be cut."

"Why? Yuki, it is so beautiful."

"It takes so much time to care for it and I do not know if I will have that 
time in my new life. Please?"

"Takes a bit of work to be a woman, doesn't it. Ok, I'll arrange it for 
tomorrow. I know just the guy and he's good. He'll cry over cutting it but 
he'll do a great job."

I bowed. "Thank you so much."

"The second favour?"

I felt myself blushing so I lowered my face. "Is it possible for you to tell 
Chorister I am looking forward to travelling to New York?"

Krill smiled. "I can do that. She'll be pleased. Goodbye, Yuki, I hope you 
call me."

As the door closed, I turned back to the mirror and tried to imagine what my 
new hairstyle would be while dreaming of New York.


End Chapter Two
(Nessus29@hotmail.com)
Author's Note:
Thanks for reading.
This is the second book in the series called `A Political Saga'.
If you are confused, it's because you haven't read Book One first! Do so, it 
makes it all clear.
All my stories, including `Protection' are archived at www.asstr-mirror.org
As always, interested in your comments (nessus29@hotmail.com)
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