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Subject: {ASSM} Baited on a DC10 {Amnesia} Mg nosex ped rape tg SciFi caution
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The following story contains explicit description of sexual
activity.  If you are under 18 or live where this material is not
permitted, please do not continue reading. Please stop reading
too if you are offended by descriptions of sexual activities
between an adult and minor or live where this material is not
permitted.

This story is fiction.  Any resemblance to anyone or anything
living, dead, or undead is purely coincidental.

I doubt whether this story can be considered 'stroke' material,
but here it is anyway. Any single one of the story codes, except
caution, might not qualify.

Inspired by a post on ASSD, which in turn was inspired by an
article about a businessman trying to molest a 22 year old woman
on an airplane.


Baited on a DC10

  A sharp sting in his shoulder managed to penetrate the veils of
sleep and register in his brain as a signal that Jake Harman, 32
and sales representative for a company in farming machinery
should wake up. Now. But Jake still felt very drowsy and in the
absence of further stimulation he began to drift back to the sea
of dreams. In reality close by, yet in this state an eternity
away, a soft woman's voice said "Give him 5 more minutes. The
injection will have started to work then.". A door shut gently.

  A piece of Jake's mind broke off and investigated while the
rest of his neurons returned to a quiescent state. Injection?
What injection? Last thing he could remember was with that
pretty, blonde thing in the night plane back home. The piece of
mind that was sent out to investigate sniffed at the memory,
there might be more information here.

  The DC10 had been virtually empty, the hour being ungodly and
its destination unpopular. In fact, in his compartment, which
could easily have seated 80 people, there were only 4. An elderly
couple, way out in front, him and a young girl, all alone, at the
last row of seats before the back of the plane.  Jake guessed she
must have been 11 or 12 years old and thought it rather odd to
find a girl that age all alone on a DC10 in the dead of night
going from Nowhere-ville to Boring-town.

  As she took her seat in the row across the gangway she had
smiled shyly at him, first stowing away her Teddy-bear shaped
rucksack complete with fluffy ears in the luggage compartment. He
had just smiled back, but his eyes had roamed over her physique
all the same. She was drop dead, knock'm out gorgeous, if you are
an admirer of prepubescent girls, which Jake secretly was. Ash
blonde hair, smooth and silken reached just over her shoulder,
two braided strands on either side of her face tied with a pale
pink ribbon. Big pale blue eyes, a smooth pale skin and a small
upturned nose over two luscious soft pink lips.

  The weather had been warm and she was suitably dressed in a
white T-shirt with some kind of anime cartoon character print and
a very delicate pink, wide flowing cotton skirt which modestly
reached a few inches above her knees, the left one of which
featured a prominent scab, the soles of her feet hardly protected
by white flip-flops. Two small bumps on her chest poked in the
thin material of the T-shirt, but hardly made a dent. When she
turned her back to him to stow away her rucksack, the hem of her
skirt had gone up just a little to reveal the soft back of her
thighs.

  Jake's erection had begun to grow the minute he had laid eyes
on her and, pretending to read a book, he kept peeking at her out
of the corner of his eyes even after she had sat down, his mind
filled with daydreams of how he would make love to this beautiful
child, undressing her in a nondescript motel room, kissing her
naked soft body all over, sucking on her no doubt lovely budding
titties, penetrating her bald and prepubescent, but equally
undoubtedly, juicy little cunt with his manhood.

  For Jake had been horny all day. Away from his nagging wife on
a business trip for a week, he had been forced to relief himself
in cheap hotel bedrooms with his hand. Sex with his wife had been
absent for a month anyway, she having discovered the collection
of pictures of pretty young girls, none of them nude, on his
laptop a month ago. Not that he had much sex with his wife, the
usual frequency being that she had let him fuck her once a week,
deriving little pleasure out of the experience herself. But this
morning he had seen the daughter of one of the farmers he visited
on this trip, tending to her pony. She had appeared very healthy
and extrovert in the distance, just the way he liked it, and in
the ride back from the farmhouse to Nowhere-ville in his rented
car his mind had wandered to the things she might be doing with
her pony. That particular train of thought had kept him hard all
day and was even further elaborated upon during the three-hour
wait at the airport for the flight, in which he had probably
enjoyed one belt of whiskey too many.

  This being a night flight, no meals would be served and no
movie would be played to pass the time. Instead, the steward had
given them a drink, another whiskey for Jake and an apple juice
for the girl, and furnished them with those thin airline
blankets, after which he left them to their own devices. The
advantage of quiet flights like this was the legroom. Jake had
three seats to himself and so did the girl. She had lifted the
armrests, taken off her flip-flops and propped a pillow against
the dark window, then lifted her legs up on the chairs next to
her. Sipping from her apple juice she read a magazine.

  Innocently, she bent her leg so she could scratch around the
scab on her left knee, yet at the same time offering Jake a good
view straight up her skirt. In the dimmed light he could make out
all of her soft thighs and even her panty, a simple white cotton
affair with pink trim on the leg bands.  Still reading the
magazine, she scratched around the scab briefly, then on the
inside of her leg, inches above her knee, causing the bent knee
to fall sideways just a little. Jake, peering secretively,
thought he could see the faint bulges of her slit covered by her
cotton panty and almost choked on his scotch.

  The piece of his mind that was reliving this memory was rudely
alerted by the sound of a door opening, the clickety-clack of a
pair of heels and the rustle of loose clothing. The door was
shut. The waking part of his mind tugged frantically at the rest
of his quiescent neurons 'Wake up! Wake up!', but they weren't
very cooperative. A female voice said "This is the patient?"  and
another female voice said "Yes, doctor, 30 seconds."

  The waking part of his brain froze. 30 seconds? 30 seconds
what? Why was it so hard to wake up? Why did his brain feel so
numb? Come to think of it, why did his body feel so numb too? "
..10, 9, 8 ..", someone was counting down " ... 2, 1, 0". Jake's
eyes shot open and his lips parted. Not that his brain had to do
anything with it, at least, certainly not the conscious, waking
part.  "Ah, good, right on time" the first female voice said. A
bright light shone in his eyes, causing tears to well up, but he
couldn't blink. "Dilated pupils, no conscious response, good,
good. I think he's ready for interrogation.".  The lights went
away and the headrest of the bed he was lying in was propped up
briskly and efficiently. Then the heels of the two women
clickety-clacked towards the door, which was opened and then
closed, leaving Jake alone once again.

  The small conscious part of his mind panicked! His eyes were
open, but he could not see! Interrogation? A hospital bed? Why
did his body feel so numb? Why did he not wake up? What has
happened? Where was he? His consciousness raced back to his last
waking moment, looking for clues.

 Even after her scratching had finished, she had kept her legs in
the position that offered him the best possible view. She kept
reading like that for about five minutes. God, how he longed to
put his head there, underneath the skirt, kissing her soft
thighs, the crotch of her panties, savor her scent. After five
minutes, her eyelids must have gotten heavy, because she rolled
over on her side, pulled her knees all the way up in a fetal
position and held her hand holding the magazine out in the small
space between the chairs.

  The back of her skirt clung to the nylon of the chairs, thus
opening her skirt so that Jake could see all the way up to her
buttocks. His cock throbbed painfully in his pants. The magazine
dropped out of her hand on the floor as the girl fell asleep.
Jake smiled as he put down his book. Now he could stop pretending
to read. Gently, he massaged his swollen member in his pants,
re-seating himself so he could get the best possible view.

  Furtively, he looked over the back of the chairs in front of
him but everything was quiet. Only the soft hiss of the
air-conditioning and the jet engines outside could be heard.
Careful not to make a loud sound, he unzipped his pants and
pulled out his cock. Staring at the girl's thighs and buttocks he
began to beat off slowly. Relishing the feeling that his fist
caused to his cock further befuddled his brain. He had to touch
her, he had to feel her soft skin against his fingers.

  A wide grin split Jake's face in two as a thought occurred to
him. He put his cock back in his pants and zipped up, then got
up. Quietly he sneaked across the aisle to the sleeping girl and
looked down on her face. She was even more beautiful asleep then
she was awake, her ash blonde hair sprawled against the white
pillow. Jake took the blanket given to them by the steward from
its resting place over the backrest of the chairs in front.  He
spread it out in the aisle and draped it across the torso of the
sleeping girl, who didn't seem to notice.

  Jake dropped to his knees and crept forward into the small
space between the chairs. He reached out and took the side of the
blanket between his fingers. He was so close, he could smell her,
a mixture of soap and just the lightest whiff of a sweet perfume.
Ever so slowly he tugged the blanket down, his fingers
'accidentally' brushing over her soft buttocks. Looking at her
sweet face, estimating whether his touch had woken her up, he
noticed with some relief that she was in a real deep sleep.

  His judgment clouded by the alcohol in his bloodstream, he
pulled the blanket up again, his fingers a little lower now, so
they could 'accidentally' brush over more skin and the crotch of
her panty. Jack froze instantly when she moved a little, just as
his fingers were over the crack of her ass.  Still sleeping, a
smile broke on her face and she pulled her knees up a little
further and her tush a little back, flush against his fingers. He
sat there frozen, absolutely still, for a full minute. The crotch
of her panty was hot against the tip of his middle finger, his
index and ring finger resting against the child's loins, but it
hardly registered at first, because he was scared that she might
wake and scream. But she didn't, she was still asleep.

  Well, if he could achieve this kind of contact without her
waking up .. He twitched with his fingers. No reaction. He gently
brushed upwards. No reaction. Downwards. Still no reaction. He
pressed a little harder. No visible reaction. Damn, he could feel
her slit underneath the thin cotton. Release. Brush up, brush
down, press, release. No reaction. Brush up, brush down, press
and release. The smile on her face softened and her lips parted
ever so slightly. Still asleep. Brush up, brush down, press and
release.  No reaction. Wait. What was that? Jake grinned and
thought 'Oh my God, she's getting moist!' He had to have her. He.
Had. To. Have. Her.

  The door opened again and the conscious part of his mind raced
back to the present. Three pairs of heels clickety-clacked
inside. Also a pair of flip-flops. "Better hurry. The drug will
be wearing off soon and he'll re-integrate"' said the female
voice whom he recognized as being addressed as 'doctor'. "Let's
see" said a new female voice "Turned in by his wife.  Case
officer: Agent Jane. Well, hello Jane.". "Hullo" said a young
girls voice.  "Standard baiting procedure, I see. On an
airplane!" said the third female voice. A girlish giggle "Yeah,
it was rather cramped. But I've always wanted to be a member of
the 3 mile high club.". The women all chuckled.

  "Well, Mister Harman. Looks like an open and shut case. Tell us
what happened. In your own words. Start when you dropped your
pants.". To its horror, the conscious part of his brain heard his
mouth speak in a monotone voice without it, the conscious part of
his brain, having any control over what it said. All it could do
was listen.

  "Took off pants carefully. Rubbed crotch of girl, while holding
stiff cock.  Let go of girl. Got up. Climbed on chair behind
girl. Grabbed waistband of panty. Pulled it down. When girl woke
up, lay down on girl. Put hand over her mouth to silence
potential scream. Tried to put cock in girl's pussy.  Girl
struggled. Felt sharp pain in right arm. Darkness.". Jake's mouth
was silent. "And, Jane, did Mister Harman actually penetrate?"
ask the third female voice. "Hell, no" giggled the young girl
"Those damn airplane chairs are really cramped. Besides, it takes
more than just a few minor rubs to make me sufficiently wet to
take on an adult cock. Anyways, before you ask, I never spoke to
him. I gave him exactly one smile and I flashed my panties.  It's
in the report.". The third voice laughed "Well, I was about to
ask that, yes.". There was a slight rustle of silk and some
scribbling, then the third woman's voice said "Open and shut
case. Re-integrate him for his choice, then we can start the
procedure."

   Far away in the numbness of his body, the conscious part of
his brain was aware that a needle was stuck in his arm. Seconds
later he began to feel sensations return to his conscious as more
and more neurons rejoined his consciousness. After 30 seconds, he
could even blink again. And see. A group of 3 woman and a girl
were facing him. One woman in a pin- striped business suit, one
in a lab-coat, one in a nurses uniform and the girl from plane!

  The woman in the lab-coat was looking at her watch and gave the
woman in the pinstripe suit a signal "He's ready. You have 5
minutes. Excuse me while we prep the receiver.". After the
'doctor' and the 'nurse' left, the woman in the business suit
looked at him, smiling slightly "Well, Mister Harman, welcome
back, if only briefly. And welcome to the Institute for
Re-integration of Major Aberrations, or IRMA as we like to call
it." Jake tried to free himself from the restraints that kept him
in the hospital bed, but they were too strong.

  "Resistance is futile, Mister Harman. You'd better listen up,
or it's the fuck-farm for you." said the business woman. "Let me
explain, before you ask stupid questions" she continued "IRMA is
founded on three principles. The first is the ability to produce
humanoid clones that can be harvested for organ transplantation.
A major problem with the cloning technique is that by the time
the clone has reached the physical age of 3 a certain amount of
physical as well as mental activity is required to keep the clone
in shape.  Sadly, the clones have no sense of self to promote the
required behavior to reach the physical age of thirteen at which
they are ripe to be harvested."

  "The second principle is that ability to locate and transplant
the sense of self in an individual to a suitable vessel, in this
case from the brain of an adult to one of the clones. Major
problems with this technique are that the original is damaged
beyond repair and that the re-integration process with the vessel
takes several years to complete during which time the
transplanted self has little control over the body containing the
vessel.  Fortunately, the initial transplantation is sufficient
to promote the activities of our clones."

  "The third and final principle is the general opinion of the
public that child molesters .." A slight pause for dramatic
effect " .. such as you, Mister Harman, should be locked up and
put away for life. Sadly, this burdens the State with tremendous
expense, both in terms of the required judicial process as well
as maintaining jails and the T prisoners contained in them."

  She smiled brightly "Combining these three principles, we came
up with a rather elegant solution. We breed clones for organ
transplantation and provide them with the sense of self from
proven child molesters, again harvesting their former bodies for
organs! We get viable clones and we rid society of child
molesters as well as punishing them by putting them in exactly
the same position as the children they molested. Sadly, the
demand for organs and for cute little girls is such that we have
to resort to somewhat unconventional techniques to lure out
potential child molesters.  Agent Jane here has proven herself to
be particularly effective. Also, we've been given permission to
cut the judicial process short if there is ample proof, such as
your case." Briefly, she looked at her watch "One minute left."

  She spoke more rapidly "So, Mister Harman, in about a minute
you will start to fall asleep and when you wake up, it will be in
the body of a 3 year old girl over which you have very little
control but you will be aware of all her experience. Full
integration will only take place when the child is 7 to 13 years
old. At age thirteen the reintegrated mind will again be
transplanted, etcetera. After an initial adjustment period you
will be transported to either a training facility for future
baiting procedures and become someone like Agent Jane here or
..." She smiled brightly "Some of our sponsors have been granted
the exclusive use of the clones during the aging process as long
as there is no damage to valuable tissues. We call it the
fuck-farm. Choose now, Mister Harman, but be quick about it. It's
your future for the next 10 years."

  But he found he couldn't. All he could do was scream in horror
at what lay ahead of him.






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