Copyright © 2002
In response to my readers, whose input I highly value, this story unfolds.
If features my usual fetish references, and some new features as requested.
In a lab on the outskirts of greater LA County, in what was once an aerospace research center, now defunct thanks to buy-out, mergers and acquisitions, a team plots a stop to the out of control political correctness, man-hating movement that is destroying sexual relations in the US.
Present are Dr. Phil Atio, renowned neurosurgeon, three times divorced. Dr. Ben Dover, gynecologist, and manager of the rock band Labia Majora, as well as Professor Emil Emazel of Hofenpfeffer incorporated- chemical engineer and former CIA interrogator.
Dr. Nick Antuk, plastic surgeon, and Susan LapLikker, lesbian nutritionist.
Also present are myself, Nick Vegas, amateur hypnotist, and public access cable show host, as well as Michael Nussbaum, robotics expert kicked out of NASA after a sexual harassment suit was falsely filed against him.
"Gentlemen, and Susan, I know my means of getting you here and the cryptic message given you were clouded in mystery, but I believe we can all agree on one thing. The quality of life and love in these United States have deteriorated since the early 1990's."
He continued: "It's no secret that the broadcast industry, commercials, and Hollywood have been increasingly bold in their destruction of traditional male/female roles, and have made interaction between men and women almost impossible. It's obvious that male bashing has gone on long enough, and we've been emasculated by legislation, intimidation, and the indoctrination of our youth. This team has been assembled to turn the tide, level the playing field, and make changes. The pendulum has swung far to far to the left, and angry, man hating women, and wimpy, ineffective effeminate men have become helpless to chart their course in life."
He walked over to an area behind him and opened a door. "The first recipient of the "California Effect" is right here. He opened the door to reveal a long haired brunette strapped to a chair.
The others murmured to themselves. The Brunette spoke as her gag was removed. "What are you doing you sick son of a bitch, how dare you! I'll fucking bleed you dry you sick bastard, prick-less fuck, no good, goddamn son of a...
Professor Emil, I believe you've met my third wife, Elizabeth. She soaked me for everything, and ruined my life. Please sedate her.
Elizabeth slumped in the chair as she was given an injection from the Professor. "What are you going to do with her?" asked Susan. "She can be your little girlfriend when she's finished, and will be the prototype for our new project...the California effect." said Dr. Atio
"Mr. Nussbaum, your studies in micro robotics, as published in the march issue of the scientific journal...how much of that was bullshit?" asked Dr. Atio.
Indignantly, Nussbaum replied: "None of it, I can provide documentation..." "Fuck documentation, I want to see it work...on Elizabeth." "You, Vegas.... I am going to create a side-kick for your cheesey public access show, and she'll help recruit new women to our cause."
"Elizabeth is going to be "made-over" with breast augmentation, clitoral hood removal, IQ reduction and robotic implants for monitoring and remote control. further implants of sensory controls will enable the end user to increase chemical production of enablers as needed, and allow verbal commands to transmitted over great distance, undetected.
Now, the end result will require all our efforts. Susan, you'll be featured on the tapes of commands instruction, and Nick will provide hypnotic induction scripts and equipment.
Emil, you'll have the cocktails of mind softening chemicals we discussed. I need her open to suggestion, focused on obedience, and her neural pathways altered. I'm hoping for something that will with long term use, burn the consistent commands we give into long term pathways of the remaining brain tissue, while the higher functions will shut down and eventually "rubberize" for lack of a better term. The sections of the brain not being utilized by us will go dormant, but not die, just become chemically altered to more of a plastic. The micro-robotics will be able to trigger the pleasure centers of the brain, and receive information from the master computer.
"We are on a schedule, and the massive wealth accumulated by this money-grubbing bitch, and her contemporaries, will finance us on a larger scale."
Are we all agreed? There is documentation in your packets, an oath of secrecy, and a profit sharing prospective, as well as some buy one get on free coupons for Sizzler."
The team began working on their prototype.
Elizabeth was drugged, and surgery began. Breast augmentation, clitoral adaption, lypo-suction, varicose vein removal, eye tuck, tummy tuck and prototype transmitter and chemical compound feed units were done.
Her recovery over the next weeks were done while in a hypnotic trance, watching the videos, and hearing the repeated commands and new programming. Her nutritional regimen was designed to keep her alive but starve off the brain, making it less resistant to brainwashing.
Elizabeth looked essentially the same, except for her noticeably smoother, darker, skin, lack of blemishes and enhanced breasts. Anyone who knew her before would think she just returned from an intense several week spa and cleansing treatment. She smiled sweetly and stared blankly ahead.
Dr. Atio spoke, a remote in his hand. "Gentlemen, and Susan, I think it's time to test the mechanism. Eliz-a-bot, state your name and mission."
Elizabeth, once bitchy ex wife, spoke: "I am Eliza-bot. I exist to pleasure and serve. I obey the commands of Dr. Phil Atio, who I adore. I can refuse him nothing. He is my master. Obedience gives me pleasure, my mission is to serve and provide pleasure."
She stares straight ahead when finished. Dr. Atio speaks: "Susan, be a dear, hit the "O" button on the remote I have given you once." Susan complies, and Elizabeth shudders and moans. "Ugggh, yes, oooooh." Susan looks pleased, she hits it again, and speaks. "Lick my pussy, you gold digging bitch!"
Elizabeth drops to her knees and lifts up Susan's skirt, revealing her lovely vagina. "You have a lovely vagina, Susan, if you don't mind my saying.." quipped Dr. Dover. "nice of you to notice Ben, but this once is for ladies only, isn't it Liz..." said Susan.
Elizabeth began to stroke Susan to wetness with her sleek, now retrained tongue, lapping up her juices with excitement and hunger. Her conditioning was excellent. She buried her prima donna face into Susan's crotch, saturating her senses with Susan's musky scent, probing her with her tongue. As Susan moaned, Elizabeth replied in kind, each building on the other as the rest of us watched with baited breath and ever growing erections. Perspiration built on our foreheads until one of us had to speak:
"I'm next!" I called out, forgetting that Elizabeth was Dr. Atio's woman. He looked at me sternly for a second, then said..."What the heck, it's not like I got any action when we were married...then he chuckled. He hit his remote as Susan slumped in her chair from exhaustion in her post orgasm glow. Elizabeth stiffened. She stood up, at attention.
"Yes, master." she said. "Pleasure Mr. Vegas now. She dropped to her knees before me, but I motioned to the Dr. "Wait...I want to kiss her first, long and deep," I said as I winked at Susan, who gave me a look of consternation first, then a smile as if she were flattered, flattered I would want to taste her on another woman's mouth.
I kissed Elizabeth passionately, and it was then I realized the extra benefit the good doctor had enhanced on her. Her tongue must have been extended, it was amazing. Her kiss was so erotic, and the taste of one woman on another made me grow incredibly hot.
"You're as kinky as they say Vegas" quipped Dr. Dover. "Hell I half expected you to pop her pump off and suck on her toes while she stood posed like a mannequin..."
"There will be time for that with the new recruits, maybe some cheerleaders? I'll get the cast of losers at the next Laker girl tryouts. They'll make excellent subjects." I retorted. With that I had to glance down at her feet, they weren't bad, but her arches had no shape, not up to my specs.
Dr. Atio hit his remote. "Come live up to my name, dear, how about some fellatio for Dr. Phil? " He laughed at his own joke, as hard as we had laughed at his name the first time we heard it. Elizabeth walked over to him and kneeled. He hit another button. She froze.
He turned to the group. "The central nervous system is like a very complex computer. The signal that just went directly into Eliz-a-bot's brain has her immobilized. She is reviewing her training looped over and over right now, oblivious to our presence. She can remain this way for as long as I like, or her bodily functions will allow. I built this in to keep the conditioning strong. Repetition creates habits, and then reflexes, and eventually destiny. As she goes into this mode, it also triggers the rubberizing compound to be secreted into the areas of the brain were aren't utilizing. The exciting part is, not only does she THINK she is merely a robot sex slut to obey commands, but very shortly she will be capable of little more. To prevent those sections of the mind from rotting and causing problems, they will simply be converted to a preserved state, the blood in the cells congealing into a synthetic."
In a very short time Elizabeth will respond only to the programmed commands, and to the remote control. Training may then cease when the operator is satisfied, and learning will cease. Think of it as a PC, maxed out on RAM, running with a 486 processor and a very small hard drive" he finished.
The Doctor's plan was this: Scope out the run-away shelters, the auditions of model hopefuls, the meetings of angry woman hating men, the divorce courts, the country clubs and get enough women implanted, converted and trained, to turn the tide.
We had the devices down to small implant able size, and the team was finely tuned. We all had a past lover of nemesis in need of "re-tuning" and soon we'd make the small northeast town of Stepford look like amateurs.
The amount of male bashing would decrease, and the vast majority of the converted women would go unnoticed at the beach communities. We had plans to have Susan front a modeling agency to recruit and turn out some of these women as well.
The doctors plan was going to take us back to 1966, and return Los Angeles to a town of fun, swinging, and easy sex. The days of uptight angry male bashing, frivolous sexual harassment suits, and losing your life's savings to a gold digger with only a wet spot for your bank account were coming to a close.
Soon, more people than ever conceived would be experiencing: The California Effect.
Well, I can't write any more tonight. I have 3 would-be Laker girls posed as mannequins in the next room, and they're all wearing keds without socks, oh happy day.