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Subject: {ASSM} The Origin of Playthings  (MF  MF anal Mf Fm first SciF) 
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	Tm tried to affectionately stroke Liz's hand.  She shook her
head no, and resumed her work in the Genetic Surgery Center.  She
was manipulating a micro robot through the uterus of a young
mother, who lay peacefully asleep on the bed.  She used the robot
to operate on the mother's one-month-old embryo, following Tom's
readout and the specifications of the mother herself.  In this
case, Liz was enhancing the right brain in order to increase the
artistic potential of the eventual baby.  
	Tom occasionally resumed stroking Liz's hand, but each time she
rejected him.
	He said, "Come on Liz.  I 'm horny.  I need you."
	She replied, "Not today.  We have to finish this patient and
then I need to get home to Carrie." 
	Tom said, "Look, we're almost done.  Carrie will be fine."
	Liz was not in the mood for sex.  Her mind was on her work and
her daughter.  But she liked Tom as a friend and colleague. She
could not think of a polite way to say no.  Besides, Tom may have
been Carrie's father. Actually, any of a half dozen men may have
been her father.  That number reflected less Liz's casual
approach to sex than her temporarily casual approach to her
contraception and menstrual cycle because she wanted a baby. 
	Finally Liz sighed, "Okay.  But you have to get me in the
mood."
	The Genetic Surgery Center helped mothers, and occasional
fathers, maximize the potential of their children.  Because
computers and robots performed all basic functions of society,
there not many functions for people. The principal jobs for
people were the care and design of computers, the care of people
who design the computers, and the whole range of intellectual,
artistic, athletic, and spiritual roles that made life
worthwhile. The Governing Board imposed as strict population
policy of no more than once child per woman or two per married
couple.  Any woman who exceeded the limit risked getting an
abortion or paying a considerable fine.  If the parent could not
afford the fine, the child was placed in an orphanage and raised
to perform tasks that a computer or robot could not do, primarily
care for the very old or very young. 
	When they finished with the patient, Tom led Liz to a room at
the center. Each stripped down to their panties and shorts.  Liz
dimmed the lights and put on some romantic music. They embraced
tenderly. Liz noticed the bulge in Tom's shorts.  She patted it
gently.
	She remarked, "Wow, you must have been really horny.   Now get
me horny, too."
	Tom sat on the bed, and pulled Liz to face him. He gently kissed
her nipples, moving from one the other.  She leaned back,
enjoying the tingling sensation in her breasts.  He put his hands
inside her panties, and lowered them to the floor.  He rubbed her
pussy, causing her to moan quietly.  
	Finally, Tom said, "Get into the bed, unless you want to do this
standing up?"
	She lay on the bed. Tom resumed his manipulations of her pussy.
He leaned down to kiss it.  She opened her legs to make it easier
for him.  Her breathing increased.
	She said, "Wow, Tom, you are really getting me in the mood. 
Take off your shorts so we can have a good time together."
	He did so, and settled back on the bed.  Neither Tom nor Liz had
generously endowed sexual equipment, but they were both more than
adequate for the purpose.  She played with his penis, until it
was rock hard.  They changed places on top or on bottom, using
both their mouths and hands to fondle each other.  
	Finally, Tom said, "Liz, I have to have you right now."
	"Yes, Tom.  Do it to me."
	He inserted his cock in her moist slit.  He rocked back a few
times.
	She whispered, "Your cock feels great, lover.   Now, make me
cum."
	He moved in her, varying his pace.  She pushed up at him, trying
to maintain as much contact with her clitoris.  She moaned as a
warm glow suffused her body.  
	She panted,  "I'm almost there.  Do it harder.  Do it as hard as
you can."
	A strong urge surrounded his cock, making it feel like it would
explode.
	He grunted, "Hold on, Liz. I am about to cum."
	"Me too.  Fill me up. Give me your powerful goo."
	He sent several powerful surges into her eager womb.   It put
her over the edge.
	She screamed, "Yes!  Yes! Yes1" as her pelvis went into mighty
spasms.
	They remained linked for over a minute.  Then he rolled onto the
bed next to her.
	She said, "That was very pleasant.  Thank you for talking me
into it."
	"Yes, it was pleasant.  Thank you for being my partner this
afternoon."
	Indeed the sex was pleasant, but so was a good meal or a walk in
the park.
	Eventually he asked, "Liz, do you want to do it again?  I want
to."
	"Not this time.   As I said, I have to get home to Carrie."
	She got out of the bed, went to the washroom to clean her self
off, and found her clothes.   Before she left, she gave him an
affectionate kiss.  Tom lay there for a new more minutes, and
then got dressed himself.  When he left, robots changed the
sheets. 
	Tom and Liz's use of the bedroom was barely noticed by the other
employees of the clinic.  However, Kate did notice.  She was an
extremely attractive programmer, about ten years younger than
Liz.  She approached Peter, another programmer, who was one of
her favorite sex partners. 
	She said, "Pete, Liz and Tom are in bedroom one.  How about
using bedroom two?   Just thinking about them is making me horny.
 We haven't done it in days."
	Pete replied, "Sure.  As soon as I modify some of the code on
this patient, who wants her son to be an athlete.  There may be
too many athletes in twenty years, so I'll give him some
attributes of a scientist."
	A few minutes later, Pete tapped Kate on the shoulder,
indicating that she should meet him in bedroom two.  Pete was
mildly bored having sex with Kate, but he knew she was reliable
for a quick one. 
	When they arrived, they also stripped down to their shorts and
panties.  Unlike Liz, Kate was big chested enough to also require
a bra.   She inspected the bulge in his shorts.   She placed a
hand on it.
	She said, "That monster is beautiful. It's what I like to see in
a man.  Let me get a closer look."
	She pushed his shorts to the floor, and then pushed him back on
the table.   She knelt to the floor, until she was eye level with
his prick.  She picked it up, explored it all over, and then put
in her mouth. It grew rapidly until it was bigger than her hand.
 She licked and sucked it from every angle.  With practice and
effort, she engulfed the whole 25 centimeters. She nibbled it as
if it was an ear of corn, paying extra attention to the glans. 
Pete grabbed her hair to pull her closer.  He started to move his
hips as if to pound her.
	She pulled away, saying, "Don't cum in my mouth.   I have a
better place for that.   Cum in my pussy."
	She removed her panties, and pressed her pelvis against his. 
But Pete wanted to do it differently.   He turned her around to
grab her from behind.  He placed his right hand on her pussy and
his left hand on her breast.  He pulled her back until she was
leaning on his chest.  He inserted one and then two fingers in
her pussy, until she moaned quietly.  He then pushed against the
bed.
	He instructed, "Hold on to the bed.  I want to fuck you from
behind."
	She replied, "I like rear entry.  It makes it easier for me to
move, and appeals to my taste for animal passion." 
	He had no trouble thrusting deep inside her. 
	He cried, "I'm going to fuck you until you're silly."
	"Yes.  Fuck me.  Make me cum."
	He rocked strongly into her.  He pinched her globular breasts. 
He slapped her buttocks.  Each action raised her excitement and
passion.  She started panting, until she was lost in an erotic
fog.  She pushed back at him to increase their contact.  The slap
of his pelvis against her as filled the room. 
	She cried, "Yes! I'm there! Fuck me!"
	When her yelps subsided, he slowed down slightly.  But soon, he
was pounding her again into another orgasmic high.  He gave her a
third orgasm before he relented.
	He pushed her onto the bed, saying, "Raise your ass.  I want to
cum in your tight sweet rectum."
	Kate preferred sex in the pussy, but she was too aroused to
care.  She was eager to do what he wanted.  After being soaked
with her fluids, his prick was lubricated enough to ease into her
anus.   She winced when he entered fully, but then relaxed enough
to enjoy it.  He also rubbed her clitoris while he rammed up her
ass.
	She was again breathless.  He pounded her unmercifully, but she
did not want any mercy.  His prick was aching with excitement. 
	He panted, "Hang on, Kate. I'm going to fill your sweet ass."
	Wave after wave of semen poured out of him bullets from a gun. 
She felt the warm fluid cover her rectum. She loved what she was
doing to him almost as much as what he did to her.  
	He pulled out, letting some of his cum drip onto the floor.  She
fell onto the bed, temporarily exhausted. He lay next to her,
pulling himself together.
	She turned to him and said, "Thanks.  I needed that.  I knew I
could count on you, even though it was a bit rougher than I
expected."
	"You're welcome, as always.  I try to keep it interesting."
	"We should do that again, but not today.  You wore a hole in my
body."
	They lay there for about ten minutes, and then cleaned
themselves and got dressed. 
	The next day, Pete happened to meet Tom in the men's room.
	He said, "I saw you and Liz last night.  Did you have a good
time?"	
	"Yes.  Some one said you were with Kate."
	"I'm not sure it's good to have people check up on our sex
life."
	"It's not, but what choice do we have?  Most of the women we
know are right here."
	"Wouldn't be great if we had whores again?  That way everything
would be discrete, and you wouldn't have to beg and plead, the
way I did with Liz."
	"But today, we enhance every embryo to follow a career selected
by the mother.   What kind of mother would want her daughter to
be a whore?"
	"What if her only choice would be to have her raised in an
orphanage to be a care taker?  Maybe being a whore has more
dignity than that."
	"If we want to enhance the embryo to be a whore, we would need
the mother's cooperation until the baby is delivered.  What if
the embryo were male?"
	"These issues need additional consideration."
	At the same time, Kate was talking to Liz.  Kate ruminated,
"Wouldn't be great if we had guys who wanted sex the way we want
rather than the way they want?"
	"Are you talking about Pete?"
	"Yes.  He is great, but sometimes he gets carried away."
	"Tom, too.  But what if we're not in the mood?"
	"We should find a male whore.  A guy who does things the way we
want, when we want it, and stops when we're finished."
	"How can you find a guy like that?  Do you think we should
enhance a guy's sexual equipment?"
	"I'd like to enhance a guy to be like Pete.  But we would still
need the mother's permission. What kind of mother would want her
son to be a stud?   And what if the embryo were female?"
	"Maybe these issues should be raised in the next meeting of the
Board."
	Policy for the Genetic Surgery Center was set by it's Board,
which included most of the staff.   Because they all had the same
training and education, it operated by consensus.  However, the
staff considered the implications of breeding whores and studs to
be beyond their authority. They consulted with the chief
geneticist, Dr. Zachary Taylor.
	Taylor said, "Basically, what you want to do is technically
simple.  All you have to do is bathe the embryo with sex
appropriate hormones."
	Pete commented, "Then we'll hear the whore moan."
	Kate said, "If it's that simple, sign me up."
	Taylor said, "I wouldn't get too impatient.  You still need 16
to 18 years for it to reach sexual maturity, and there is no way
to hurry that up.  You should still get approval from the General
Governing Board to make a change of this nature."
	When asked, the General Board approved the plan, subject to
several provisos.  Whores and studs perform functions that
computers and robots cannot do, so they should be subject to the
same rules as care givers.  First, only women whose children were
destined for the orphanage could be asked to have their children
become whores or studs, second, the children should have a choice
to become a whore or stud, or just become a care giver, and,
third, care should be taken to prevent the whores from being
exploited.  Like care givers, they should not be allowed to have
children of their own.  
	Tom asked, "Why should we care whether they are being exploited?
 We are creating them for us to play with."
	Taylor replied, "Even though they are our playthings, they are
still human beings. No mother would voluntarily permit her child
to be used."
	The name playthings stuck.
	They guessed that no more than one percent of the population
should become playthings until the logistics were worked out.  
Taylor was appointed the head of the plaything control Board. 
Initially, only a dozen women permitted their embryos to be
treated with the hormones, on the assumption a plaything would be
treated better than a caregiver.  The entire plaything project
was not widely promoted to minimize expectations of how it would
go.
	The playthings were raised similar to caregivers, but received
extra training in sex and the body.  Unlike subsequent
playthings, no effort was made to adjust their intelligence or
prevent them from becoming literate. 
	Over the 17 years, several members of the plaything team lost
interest.  Taylor retired, Liz moved to a different company, and
Tom got married.  Only the younger members, Kate and Pete
remained involved. Eventually five male and six female trainees
offered to become official playthings. 
	Although the playthings were encouraged to masturbate, there was
some discussion of how they would get their first heterosexual
experience. Eventually, the team decided that Pete would deflower
the females and Kate would have the first experience with the
males.  Everybody acknowledged that Pete and Kate had outstanding
sexual experience and equipment for the task. 
	The initiation was set for a Monday evening in a room where the
playthings were living.  After the initiation, each plaything
could accept his or her own clients.  All playthings were to be
supported by a Board that would provide for food, housing,
clothing, health, and retirement.
	Pete met his first plaything, Venus, in the bedroom.  She was
looking forward to moving out of the group training facility into
her own room with her own clients.  When she entered the room,
Venus just wore a brief jacket and panties.   
	Pete asked her, "Please remove your jacket?"
	Venus was eager to comply because she was proud of her body. 
The extra hormones left her with a shapely body and prominent sex
organs.  She walked around the room displaying her large global
tits and protruding nipples. 
	She asked, "Do you want me to take off my panties, too?'
	"Not yet.  You have beautiful breasts.  I want to kiss them."
	She walked up to him as he sat on the bed.  He put his arms
around her, pulling her into his face. He alternated his
attention, fondling one breast while kissing the other.  She
delighted in the stimulation.
	He instructed, "Take off your panties and lie down on the bed so
I can pleasure you."
	She asked, "Shouldn't I pleasure you, too?"
	"You will, later.  For now just absorb what I will do to you."
	He leaned over her and continued to explore her body with his
hands and lips.  When he got between her legs, he found a
prominent clitoris.
	He said, "You have a succulent pussy.  I want to kiss it until
it glows."
	He lowered his face until his nose was below her slit. He
started gently to rub and kiss her labia and clitoris.  She
sighed and closed her eyes to focus on the pleasure.  He
gradually increased his pressure and contact, while her moans got
louder and more frequent.  He focused more on her red clit,
licking it all over.  
	She screamed, "Oh my god, you're killing me."  
	He consumed her pussy, sending her repeatedly over the edge.
	When she relaxed, he asked, "How was that?"
	"It's better than masturbating.  I loved it."
	"Do you want to return the favor?"
	"Very much so.   What do I have to do?"
	"Take off all my clothes."
	When she did that, she looked at his penis.
	She asked, "May I touch it?  It looks so huge."
	"I'd like you to.  You may try to do to me, what I did to you."
	She kissed his prick, at first tentatively, and then with
greater gusto.  She searched his face for signs that she was
doing the right thing, and was satisfied when she saw them.  
	He said, "Suck it.  Pretend it's an ice cream cone."
	That gave Venus permission to explore it from every angle.  She
was curious how it tasted. He expanded to a full 25 cm.  He felt
good, but he did not want to cum in her mouth this time.  He
pushed her away from him.
	She asked, "What is wrong."
	"Nothing.  I just want you the way a man wants a woman."
	He adjusted himself above her.
	She complained, "It's too big.  It will hurt."
	"I am bigger than most men, but I doubt it will hurt.  It may
even feel better."
	He positioned his penis at her entrance, and gently thrust all
the way, until he fully inside her.
	He asked, "How does that feel?"
	'It feels terrific.  You are in so deep, I can barely breathe."
	"Now it will feel better."
	He slowly pulled out and pushed in again.  She gasped as he
pushed in all the way.   Soon, she was moaning again.  She tried
to push up against him.  
	She yelled, "Do it to me.  Fuck me. Make me cum."
	He bashed her again and again.  She hit a climax, but he would
not let her come down.  Instead he resumed his efforts, sending
her to the edge again. He wanted to make her cum again, but the
pressure of her virgin pussy was too much.
	He grunted, "You so tight I can barely stand it.   I am going to
fill you up with cum."
	She held on tight, almost scratching his back as she felt him
explode inside her. 
	When he relaxed, he lay down quietly beside her.
	She said, "If every sex is this great, I'm going to love being a
whore."
	He replied, "There is no guarantee that every time will be this
great, but soon you'll learn to gratify yourself as much as you
want."
	Pete and the other members of the team eventually taught Venus
and the other five whores about oral and anal sex, as well as tit
fucking.   He made them try it on top, standing, and from behind.
 Each time he and they reached complete sexual satisfaction. 
They were ready to assume the position of professional whore
playthings. 
	Kate found that the male playthings were a few months behind the
females in physical development.  But she was ready when they
were ready.  Like Pete, Kate started with the most developed stud
and worked her way down.
	His name was Thor.  He was tall and muscular, with light hair
and a square face. Like the female playthings, he just wore a
short jacket and jockey shorts.  Thor was also eager to take his
place among the playthings.  They both eagerly anticipated what
would happen when she took him into the bedroom.
	Kate stripped down to her panties and instructed Thor to do the
same.   She gladly noticed that his prick quickly thickened, even
though she did not touch it at all. 
	She instructed, "Kiss my tits.  I want to get ready for such a
powerful stud."
	He grabbed each one, kissing and fondling them.   Kate put her
hand on his cock, thrilling to its power.  She pulled off his
shorts, and lowered her face to his prick.  She sucked and
licked, fully engulfing over 27 centimeters of man meat.   He was
even larger and thicker than Pete.  She pushed and pulled.  He
tentatively pulled on her hair.
	She pulled way from his penis and announced, "Do what you want
with me.  I want you cum in my mouth.  I want to drink you."
	Kate liked giving fellatio because in enabled her to control the
action.  She hoped that his cum would taste good.   As she worked
him, he grabbed her head, holding it close.  He made her head
move back and forth over his prick.  He started moaning, and
thrusting with his body.   She knew he was close.  
	She called him, "I'm going to throat you.  Let it rip."
	He did, with several gushes of sex fluid pouring from his cock
into her gullet.  She tried to swallow every drop.  
	She said, "That was yummy.  Now it is your turn to pleasure me.
Lie down on the bed."
	She removed her panties, and sat on his chest.
	She said, "This is my clitoris.  It is the source of female
pleasure, just as the prick is the source of male pleasure.  If
you want to be a good stud, you must pleasure the woman by
rubbing her clitoris, either with your hand, mouth, or prick. 
That will eventually enable her to reach orgasm, which is your
goal.  Now, gently touch my clit."	
	He had seen pictures of female anatomy, but never in real life.
He reached for the tiny nub above her slit.  He rubbed it, at
first gently, and then with greater force.   He could see the
pleasure on her face.
	She added, "Now you're getting the hang of it.  Now kiss it. 
Use your tongue and lips."  
	He lifted his head until he could reach between her legs.  She
adjusted her position to give him better access.  He covered her
slit with his mouth, just as he watched her cover his prick.  Her
breathing became more intense. 
	She then added, "This feels great, but I want something more. 
Keep licking while I go down on you."
	She turned until she could resume oral contact with his prick,
while enabling his mouth to remain engaged on her clitoris and
labia.  She was gratified that his penis quickly responded to its
full height after having reached orgasm just a few minutes
previously.
	"That's what I want to see in a stud," she said. 
	She continued suck his prick, while enjoying letting him suck
off her.  Then she suddenly pulled away.
	He asked, "What is the matter?"
	She replied, "I'm not letting such a glorious boner go to
waste."
	She sat up and gradually lowered herself on him, until she fully
engulfed his erection. She used her hips and knees to lift
herself up, and crash down again.  
	She instructed, "Play with my tits while I fuck you.  Don't be
afraid to be a bit rough."
	Kate jammed herself on him.  The excitement kept growing.  She
leaned back, letting it suffuse her body.  
	Soon, she yelled, "Yes, Thor.  That's it.   Keep pounding me,
but try not to cum until I tell you."
	He pushed up with his pelvis, until he almost threw her off.  
She screamed though several orgasms while riding high on his
prick.  He still had not cum.
	He grunted, "Kate, I need to cum soon.  I want to finish on top
of you."
	She climbed off him and let him penetrate her steaming pussy. 
He resumed pounding, even harder than before.  She was lost in an
orgasmic fog, when he clinched his teeth.
	He yelled, "I'm cumming.  You're making he cum."
	His prick spasmed as he shot off repeated rounds of hot white
liquid into her glowing pussy.  She let loose one more convulsion
through her pelvis, before resting beneath him.  
	They lay there resting for several minutes.  
	Finally she said, "Thor, that was terrific.  You have the
makings of an excellent stud.   All you need is a bit more
practice, and I will be very happy to practice with you."
	"Thank you, Kate.  You are a great teacher as well as a sexy
partner."
	Over the next few weeks, Kate and a few other women worked with
Thor and the other studs on control and on various positions,
from behind and anal sex.  Soon they were ready to receive paying
clients.
	The Plaything Board helped the playthings negotiate rates and
invest their money.  All playthings lived and dined together, but
they were not allowed to have sex with each other.  Other kinds
of playthings, such as sluts who could tolerate greater bondage
and abuse, studs who could impregnate female citizens, and studs
who would cater to gay clients, arose in response to market
conditions.  Eventually, the plaything project would evolve into
the successful program that we know today.
	
	
	
	
	
	
	

	

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