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  The Slave, the Stripper and the Slut

  By Chan Nei

  Copyright 2013 Chan Nei

  Smashwords Edition

  Cover art by Bokuman, http://bokuman.deviantart.com/

  This is a work of erotic fiction. Any resemblance to anyone living or dead is purely coincidental.

  Part 1: The Slave

  Claire Willis and Rachel McGill did not have much in common. Claire was a trophy wife; Rachel had married her college sweetheart. Claire was outgoing and gregarious. Rachel was the shy and reserved type. Claire liked expensive clothes; Rachel mostly wore t-shirt and jeans except when she was going out on the town. Despite these differences, they shared one important thing in common. They were trapped on a seemingly never-ending treadmill of domestic routine. They got up, made breakfast, exercised, showered, had lunch, volunteered at a local charity, made dinner, had dinner, watched TV and went to bed. They did the same things day after day. If their husbands were home, maybe the routine changed. They might get babysitting, go out to dinner, see a show. Since their husbands were rich, high-powered businessmen, they often weren't around and Claire and Rachel's routine, more often than not, stayed the same.

  Claire and Rachel did mostly the same things, so they came to be friends and commiserated over their mundane existences and their frustration with those mundane existences. This commiseration usually took place over coffee about 10:30 am.

  It was this frustration over their boredom that one day caused Claire to make a stunning declaration over this coffee.

  "I'm going to have a wild affair." She announced.

  Rachel looked up from her coffee not sure if her friend was serious or joking.

  "I found out my husband is cheating on me." Claire complained. "Why should he have all the fun? I've been bored out of my mind being his faithful housewife and he's boinking some bimbo. Well that's it! I am going to do some things I've only dreamt of doing. Dirty things!"

  Putting down her coffee Rachel said, "So two wrongs make a right?"

  "Maybe not." Claire fumed. "But my wrong will sure make me feel a lot better. At least it will make my life more exciting!" She threw her head back and yelled, "God, I am sooooo bored!"

  "So who are you going to have this wild affair with?" Rachel asked.

  "Why not that guy who just moved into the neighborhood? He may be older but he is not hard on the eyes." Claire decided.

  Rachel leveled Claire a disapproving look.

  "What?" Claire replied. "You never thought about cheating? You only see your hubby twice a month nowadays, if you're lucky."

  "Ok, ok." Rachel admitted. "Since Frank has been away so much, I've thought about it. I've thought about it a lot but in really weird way."

  Claire's eyes twinkled at the revelation. "Do tell."

  Rachel forced an awkward smile as she confided in her friend. "Ok. You're gonna think I'm kooky but I have this...well...thing for master slave role-play. Frank freaked when I told him about it so I've kept it to myself. Now that he is away so much I've started thinking about it a lot. Like, I used to fantasize about being a slave for other people. Stars and models, nobody real. Now sometimes, I'll see a hot guy and want give myself over to him totally."

  Rachel's voice trailed off with embarrassment as she saw Claire's jaw continue to drop.

  "I know, I know." Rachel said, trying to explain. "I'm an ivy league feminist who is still proud to say out loud that she is a feminist. I don't know why but kind of fantasy just turns me on."

  Claire laughed. "Believe me, I know exactly how you feel. You know I studied dance in college? Well, I have had this fantasy of being a stripper, a high-class stripper, a pole dancer who drives guys wild. I hook up with one of my customers, maybe more than one, and would do it with them with people watching. That would really show my hubby I know fool around a hell of a lot better than he can. How is that for kooky?"

  "Are we crazy?" Rachel giggled.

  "Nope, just bored out of our skulls. I am so tired of doing the desperate housewife routine. Let's do something thrilling. Right now. Let's go visit that guy who just moved in and see what happens."

  "We don't know anything about him." Rachel protested. "He could be a total creep or worse, a serial killer or something."

  "I sure hope so. That would be exciting, wouldn't it?" Claire said as she grabbed Rachel's arm and pulled her out of her seat. "Let's go."

  The two arrived at their new neighbor's doorstep within a few minutes.

  "What if someone sees us?" Rachel whispered. "You know how people here like to gossip."

  "They won't see anything but us being friendly neighbors." Claire replied. "If they want to make anything more of that, then good! It makes us seem exciting."

  Claire rapped the door. "I can't wait to see this guy's reaction." She said. "He looked like the college professor type. I'll bet he'll be really surprised to see two hot chicks on his doorstep."

  The door opened. A tall well-built older man with short gray hair answered. His clothes were antiquated, almost Victorian, but fashionable. His craggy face was worn with age but in a way, which made him quite handsome.

  "Claire Willis and Rachel McGill!" He exclaimed warmly. "So good to finally make your acquaintance."

  Claire and Rachel's collective jaws dropped. "You know who we are?" Claire gasped. "We've never met!"

  "But of course I do." The man told her. "I always compile extensive research on the places where I perform my work. Please come in."

  Still surprised, Claire and Rachel stumbled into a living room that was filled with boxes in the midst of being unpacked.

  Rachel finally spoke, "Um, and you are?"

  "Dr. Donald Dunlop, at your service."

  Claire's composure was returning enough for her to joke, "What branch of medicine are you in Dr. Don? Please say gynecology."

  "I'm not really a medical doctor though I have studied medicine." The doctor informed them. "I have a Ph.D. Several Ph.Ds actually."

  Rachel picked up and flipped through a magazine with the title "Journal of the Brain Science" lying on top of a box. "From this I'd say one of them is in neuroscience."

  "Correct, Rachel!" Dr. Don said enthusiastically. "That is indeed one of them. I also have advanced degrees in psychology, biology and computer engineering."

  "So what brings you to our slice of heaven, doc?" Claire asked.

  "Work, of course." He told her. I am conducting an experiment here...."

  Fearing the conversation was about to go way, way above her head, Claire interrupted. "I'm sorry Dr. Don, but I have to use the bathroom."

  "Sure. Through there to the right." He said, turning to point the direction.

  While Dr. Don wasn't looking, Claire threw Rachel a glance that said, "Keep him busy while I snoop around."

  After Claire had left, Dr. Don asked Rachel, "Have you kept up with the neuroscience literature?"

  "A little." Rachel replied absently. "Not much since we decided to have kids." It dawned on her that his question intimated he knew more than just her name. She looked at the Doctor suspiciously.

  He laughed. "Yes, I know your undergraduate degree was in neuroscience. I also know you would have pursued it into grad school if you hadn't gotten married and become a full-time housewife."

  Rachel dropped the magazine she was holding. "How could you possibly know so much about me!?"

  "As I said." He replied. "I make a special effort to research the places where I conduct my work. Come with me."

  At first Rachel wasn't sure she should follow the strange man. Claire wasn't back yet and was probably combing through his medicine cabinet. She had better stay with him and keep him occupied so her friend didn't g
et caught.

  The doctor opened a door into what should have been a bedroom. What was inside was a lot of high-end computer equipment, the kind seen in sci-fi movies.

  "This is my work. This equipment is part of my experiments to find ways to reprogram the human brain for therapeutic purposes. Currently, I am investigating how thoughts and traits can be modified. The goal is to find a means for treating anything from Alzheimer's to shyness."

  "Uh huh." Rachel replied skeptically.

  The Doctor continued. "I am trying to lock on to a series of thoughts and manipulate them to affect personality. I've figured out that one series of thoughts in particular is easy to isolate and thus change. You'll laugh when you hear what it is. Female sexual fantasy."

  Indeed, Rachel laughed.

  The Doctor smiled and nodded. "Sounds strange I admit. However, I have my reasons. I chose sexual fantasy because its patterns in the neural pathways are very specific as are its affects on the rest of the body. It has to be female sexual fantasy because, unlike men, women tend to imagine themselves as

  the object of sexual fantasy. The more subjective experience is easier to pick up, capture and change. Once I do this with female sexual fantasy, I can move on to other thoughts and traits like fear or bravery for example."

  "Shouldn't you be doing your work in a lab?" Rachel asked, still grinning.

  The Doctor shrugged. "My early research was in the lab but I've found the need to do field tests to make sure the results I have obtained are reliable."

  "So what, you're going run tests here? On what?"

  "Not what." He said matter-of-factly. "Whom."

  Rachel's smile waned. "That is why you know so much about me and you knew who Claire was." She guessed, her heart starting to race. "You want to test your crazy theories on us!"

  The Doctor nodded. "My statistical databases led me here and my neural scanning telemetry confirmed that the women who live in this neighborhood are perfect participants for my tests. I have recorded your sexual fantasies and altered them to create behavior modification programs. It is fitting that given your background and basic understanding of science that you serve as my first subject."

  Rachel started to back away. "Take it easy there, doc. Ow!" She felt the pinch on the back of her neck. Instinctively, she reached back to swat what she thought was a bug. There was something hard and flat back there, in the shape of a square. She stared severely back at the doctor.

  "What did you do!?" She hissed.

  The doctor held up an object. It was like a chip, maybe a quarter inch in width with 8 spider-like prongs extending from its sides. It scurried about on his palm.

  "Don't worry. You have been imprinted with one of my mobile neurochips. It is like a tiny robot that can seek out and attach itself to a subject in order to download and administer my neural-modification program. I do so hate subduing subjects to implant the chip. It is so undignified for me and the subject. This makes implantation so much easier."

  Rachel turned to run.

  The doctor seemed unconcerned. "I designed a special program just for you. I think you will enjoy it."

  He picked up a computer pad and ran his fingers across its surface.

  Just as Rachel reached the door, her field of vision went completely white. It was a flash but not from any exterior source but seemed to flood from her brain. It blinded her and jumbled her thoughts so that she forgot her apprehension and her desire to get away from the Doctor. Slowly the blank whiteness eroded into a different form. Rows and rows of an endless procession of 1's and 0's paraded before her.

  Her eyes wandered back and forth over the numbers. Thoughts rose like ghosts, trying to return to her mind but she found no desire to grasp them. The numbers were all that mattered. The more she watched them, the more she could understand them. When their meaning became clear as words she spoke them.

  "Test subject one ready for programming." Rachel said flatly. "Name, Rachel McGill. Age, 27. Fantasy, domination and bondage. Programming downloading. Downloading. Program complete."

  Rachel suddenly swooned and her full consciousness returned.

  "What happened?" She said dazed. Then she remembered. The doctor! He was a weird mad scientist and she had to get away from him! Again she started to run.

  "You do not have permission to leave, girl." The Doctor said sharply. Rachel stopped abruptly. She blushed with embarrassment. Then she asked herself aloud, "What the hell am I doing!?"

  "Don't be rude girl." The Doctor told her.

  She felt ashamed even though she could not explain why. It shouldn't matter what he thought. She should tell him to go fuck off but she didn't. Her sense of disgrace was just too overwhelming "I'm sorry." She told him and she meant it.

  "You deserve to be punished girl."

  Now Rachel was flushed with the warmth between her legs and her tummy started to flutter. She couldn't believe it. She was turned on by what he was saying!

  "Punished." She repeated, her mind starting to dance with visions of being spanked. She groaned as she tried to regain control but the delight was beginning to feel over her was just too good to resist.

  "You will go to your house and kneel near the phone and wait for me to call." The doctor commanded. "You will repeat `I've been a bad girl' over and over as you do so."

  His voice was powerful and it seemed to vibrate through Rachel's body. She whimpered at his order. She so wanted him to take her here and do something to her. She found the urge for him to possess her, to master her, to own her. She seemed to ache for his touch and wanted it to be harsh and commanding.

  Now that he was sending her away, it was as if he were casting her ought of heaven. She wanted to beg, to throw herself at his feet and plead with him to let her stay and do what he wanted with her to make her pay for her indiscretion. Before she could, he gave her a severe look and she shrank back. She knew that as bad as she felt the punishment he had meted out was, he could think of something more agonizing.

  Strangely, this just made her want him desperately, more than she had ever felt for husband more than she had ever felt for anybody.

  "Yes." Rachel said meekly. When he crossed his arms and made a reproachful "tut" sound she quickly said, "Yes, sir!"

  "Go now, then." Doctor Don told her. "Or you will be kneeling all night waiting for me to call you."

  "Yes sir!" Rachel said loudly. She quickly left the room and nearly ran over Claire who had returned from her snooping.

  "Hey, Rach!" Claire yelled but Rachel ignored her and tore out of the house. Claire ran after her and finally got hold of her arm to pull her to a stop. "Rachel, what happened? Why did you leave?"

  Rachel's mind was swimming with competing emotions. What was happening to her? Why was she feeling this way? Why couldn't she control herself!?

  "Claire, something's wrong with me. I can't stop…" Rachel's voice trailed off as she saw Doctor Don looking at them from his house. His disapproving look nearly made her collapse.

  "I have to go!" Rachel said abruptly. She pulled herself free of Claire and stormed off to her own home.

  "Hey Rachel!" Claire called after her. "Come on! Don't be such a bitch!"

  Rachel slammed the door behind her. She nearly fell over the couch as she ran over to the phone and sank to her knees. She told herself over and over, "I've been a bad girl. I've been a bad girl. I've been a bad girl."

  She waited.