A Platonic Relationship Ch. 04

_Only Marcella and Richard know PLATO's true powers, but the outside world is rapidly closing in. Others have found out about the PLATO project and are trying to steal PLATO... or at least enough of him to grow their own neural network computer.

Parts of this chapter get more than a little intense and contain semi non-consensual oral, anal, and vaginal sex as well as semi non-consensual female-female oral sex. But keep in mind that it is not reality... well it is, but it isn't our reality... no, it is our reality if we are with Plato... Oh, heck with it. If you have read the previous chapters you understand.

WARNING! All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18 ONLY. Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content. All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life.

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  • Loretta Hansen smiled at the monitor as she watched the last Saturday day-shift tech walk out of the building. The small green light on her console indicated that the door had locked properly after the tech left. She was now totally alone in the building... except, of course, for PLATO, the semi-sentient computer who by federal law could never be left totally alone.

    "Just you and me for the next sixteen hours," she said to console.

    "Then understand this," Loretta said firmly, "Command order. Lights on in the Growth Processing Room. Open access panel to main neural net tanks."

    The lights came on in the processing lab and a narrow doorway at the back of the lab swung open into the room in which PLATO, himself, actually lived, immersed in a special tank of nutrients. As Loretta stepped into the processing lab, she pulled a small metal box from her pocket. She paused to open it. Within the box was a small hypodermic syringe and a very long needle. As she was slowly putting the needle in place, she apparently bumped something sharp on one of the strange machines because she felt a slight sting on her shoulder. She wobbled slightly, but then regained her balance and ducked her head to enter the tank room.

    "Strip her," he said brusquely. "She may have a weapon or may be concealing a sample she has already taken."

    Her clothes were torn-- or cut-- away almost instantly. Everything seemed to be happening so fast. One moment one of the black-clad officers was grabbing for her blouse, the next she was standing naked with everything piled at her feet.

    He grabbed her chin and said, "Open wide." In response she opened her mouth and let him feel around inside. The blue gloves had a strange, plasticy taste to them.

    "Open wide," the bearded man said with a wry smile as he spread some sort of lubricant on the gloves. The two guards forced her ankles up against her ass and then pulled outward on her knees.

    "Nothing there," he said once again. The two guards flipped her over on the table and brought her up to her hands and knees.

    This time Loretta couldn't see the bearded man, but she could still hear the sarcasm and almost laughter in his voice. She braced herself for what she knew was going to happen, but again the man's hands-- or at least his fingers-- somehow slipped relatively easily inside of her. She could feel his fingers moving around inside her ass.

    The two guards stood her up and pulled a black bag over her head. She tried to resist as they led her out of the facility to a car or van of some sort, but they held her firmly by the arms and shoulders. The van was evidently some distance from the door and she was still naked. The night air was cool against her skin and she could feel her nipples pucker. Somehow, that added to the embarrassment of being naked in public.

    The ride was long and bumpy and full of twists and turns. Loretta soon got very disoriented. And it wasn't just the confusing ride. Time seemed to be compressed or fractured. Things were happening too fast for her mind to comprehend... or perhaps it was her mind that was fracturing. There were flashes of light and voices and people shouting at her. At one point, she was standing in a courtroom wearing just a plain gray dress... or robe... or something. It covered her, but she knew she had nothing on under it. Things cleared for a moment and the judge looked directly into her eyes. Somehow he looked familiar, but she couldn't place him.

    Things faded and she was once again in a van handcuffed to the seat. This time her lawyer was riding with her. Again, he looked very familiar.

    Loretta looked at him. Tears filled her eyes. She couldn't give up William. William Oxford loved her as no one else ever had. He was the first person to ever truly believe that she was beautiful. Crying, she just shook her head. She would not give up William.

    Such almost beautiful young women are very vulnerable. And her beloved William was an expert in searching out such women in prospective espionage targets. That was his specialty. William Oxford was a spy.

    "Everything here is a privilege," he said harshly. "And privileges are earned."

    "Throw her in with the general population," he said and the guards dragged her out of the room.

    "Fresh meat," one of the women said as two of them pulled her to her feet.

    "So how are you with your mouth?" the woman who seemed to be the leader said as she lifted Loretta's chin. "Do you think you can make us all cum at least twice?"

    Loretta wasn't sure how they got inside, but the leader was now lying on a small couch with her legs spread wide. "Get busy!" the leader ordered. Loretta whimpered, but allowed her head to be brought down until her mouth was against the leader's cunt.

    There were fourteen of them. They took turns lying on the couch and Loretta took each of them to orgasm twice, then sank into a corner and cried.

    "Not her!" the leader growled. "She hasn't earned it yet."

    "Wouldn't be the first time," the leader replied. "We're already dead anyway. The government doesn't want to even admit that we exist. It's a private prison on a private island in the middle of the ocean and nobody gives a shit if we are prisoners or fish food."

    "What would I have to do?" she asked grimly.

    "How many men?" Loretta asked.

    "Do I get fed?"

    Loretta stood up and said, "You've got yourself a house mouse."

    "No," she sighed, "he will save me, someday." The guard laughed quietly as she followed him out into the hallway.

    After supper one of the guards told her to put the plates with the scraps on the small counter next to the stove. "You can pick through things later," he said. Then the largest guard said, "We have some other hungers to satisfy before you eat." He then pointed to the table.

    One of the other guards stood at the other side of the table. "I've often thought of doing a spit fuck," he said, "but old slam, bam, thank you ma'am there never lasts long enough to make it worth while."

    Loretta opened her mouth and let the prick slide in over her tongue. She began sucking and licking, trying to get her tongue back far enough so that she could massage the tip of his prick. Evidently her actions were right-- or at least satisfactory-- because the guard began grunting softly and pushing his prick slowly in and out of her mouth.

    "I've never been a fan of facials myself," he said as his prick started to soften. "I figure you prisoners need the protein."

    He then pulled her down to the floor. His prick was sticking out through his pants. He pointed to it and said, "You are going to ride this while Harold rides you."

    The guard lying on the floor positioned her over his prick and pulled her down over him. She was slightly slick from the first guard's spunk, so he slid in easily. Her legs were on the floor outside the guards. "This can be good... or bad," the guard said. "It's your choice. But if you don't start moving and making things happen, Harold will take off his belt and turn your ass purple."

    She was concentrating on moving against the guard without injuring herself and did not, at first, feel Harold come up behind her. He, unlike the guard beneath her, was naked. She jumped in surprise as the tip of Harold's prick slid up and down between the cheeks of her ass.

    This story stands-- more or less-- on its own but might make more sense if you have read the previous chapters.

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    Normally her once-a-month weekend duty "babysitting" PLATO angered Loretta, but not this weekend. In fact, she had promised the tech that was scheduled for the overnight shift that she would cover her shift also. Pulling double shifts on weekend duties wasn't all that unusual because there really wasn't anything to do. She was only there because of that stupid law that said sentient or semi-sentient computers could never be left totally alone. And besides, Loretta owed the other tech a favor. There was no cleaning crew overnight on weekends, so Loretta now had sixteen hours alone in the building with PLATO.

    A mechanical voice replied, "Order or question not understood."

    "Affirmative," PLATO replied. The voice was still very mechanical, but somehow it sounded... angry.

    As she pushed the small door the rest of the way open, a loud siren began screaming. Flashing red, blue and yellow lights filled the facility and reflected off all shiny surfaces. She had never noticed the alarm lights on the ceiling before, but now they were almost blinding. Several tach squad officers rushed into the room and grabbed her by the arms. Their leader, an older, bald man with an unbelievably long beard stepped up to face her.

    Loretta tried to protest. "No, no," she tried to say as the officers grabbed her clothes. As the cloth began to tear, she almost sobbed, "No, please, I'm not armed. And I haven't gone into the tank room yet."

    The bearded man now had on long, bright blue rubber gloves. "I'm going to check your mouth, your cunt, and your ass," he said harshly. "If you don't cooperate with me, I will do that in a different order."

    "Nothing there," he said brusquely and stepped back slightly. Two of the tach squad grabbed her by the arms, lifted her up, and lay her on her back on a table.

    "Relax and this will go much easier," the bearded man said. His voice was almost soothing. His hands must have been much smaller than Loretta expected because he was able to go totally inside of her and feel around with his hand.

    "Open wide"

    "Nothing there," he finally said. Then he said brusquely, "Bag her."

    When they finally reached the van, the seat was also cool, if not cold. It was leather and uncomfortable until her skin warmed it. There must have been some sort of special frame under the single seat because her hands were pulled down and restrained in a handcuff-like something that was a part of the seat.

    "You have been found guilty of terrorist espionage," he almost yelled. "You are hereby sentenced to life imprisonment at the government facility at mumermumblemmm.

    "Your only chance now," he said, almost pleading with her, "is for you to give up your handler. Tell them who it was that put you up to this and exactly what you were instructed to do. If you do that, I can get you transferred to a much better place."

    Tears now flowed down her face. Loretta was a very pretty young woman. In fact, she was almost stunningly beautiful. But "almost" can be a giant barrier. She could see in the mirror how pretty she was. She knew-- or thought she knew-- that she could be more than pretty. She could be beautiful. If she could just get the right break or meet the right person or find the right job, then the beautiful butterfly within her could come out of the cocoon and be recognized by the world.

    She was no longer in the van. They had arrived... somewhere. The warden greeted them as the van drove through the prison gates. "Welcome to the Island of Lost Souls," he said, almost leering at her.

    Two guards stepped up alongside her and tore the gray dress from her body. She was wearing nothing underneath.

    She felt a push on her back and suddenly she was face down in the sand. Several women surrounded her. Some were wearing simple, gray dresses. Others were naked or had loin cloths made of scraps of cloths.

    "With fresh lips," another added, "and a fresh mouth."

    Loretta tried to move back, but the other women kept her trapped up against the leader. "The warden told you," the leader said, "that everything is a privilege that must be earned." She grinned savagely and then continued, "That includes the privilege of staying alive."

    "Start lapping!" the leader cried and accented her order with a sharp rap to the head. Fighting to hold back sobs, Loretta lowered her face into the woman's crotch. At least she was clean smelling. She held her tongue flat and lapped along the woman's slit as if she were painting it with a paintbrush. When the woman's clit began to swell, she curled her tongue around it and then suckled it until the woman cried out in climax.

    She was still crying in the corner when a guard brought in food on a cart and began pouring some sort of soup into bowls for each of the women. Somehow, they were now in a slightly larger room with a long table.

    "She'll starve to death," the guard said gruffly.

    The guard looked down at Loretta. "Our house mouse," he said slowly, "was..." He paused and looked up at the ceiling as if searching for the right word. Then he said slowly, "... released." After a not very reassuring smile he said, "The position is open if you want it."

    "The usual," the guard replied with a grin, "cook, clean, suck, fuck... that sort of thing."

    "Four of us," he replied.

    "You eat what the guards eat... or at least scraps from the table." He held up the ladle and poured some of the thin soup back into the kettle. "At least its better than this slop."

    "You can do even better than that," the guard said slowly. "I've been told that if you give up your handler, they will send you home... really home... away from all of this."

    The four guards lived together in a small hut inside the walls of the prison. There wasn't much to clean, and the food was somewhat gristly steaks and potatoes, both of which the guards wanted fried in a big iron pan over a two burner gas stove. The biggest problem for Loretta, who was still naked, was trying to avoid the spattering grease.

    It was obvious what the guards wanted and Loretta walked slowly over to the table and lay across it. Once Loretta was face down over the table, the large guard drove into her and began pumping furiously. Under other circumstances, Loretta might have possibly gotten some pleasure from a table fuck, but the guard was so fast and slammed so hard into her from behind that pleasure was not really an option. And to top it all off, he lasted only a few moments.

    He placed his prick in front of Loretta's mouth. "I last a lot longer," he said with a sneer. "And you are the one who will be doing most of the work."

    The guard was telling the truth. He didn't have a hair trigger. In fact, it seemed like forever to Loretta before he finally grunted loudly and spurted into her mouth. As he did, he drove his prick farther back into her throat.

    There were two guards left. One leaned down close to her and said, "The table isn't strong enough for three of us, so we're going to have to do this on the floor."

    The other guard, evidently named Harold, leaned down and said, "They call me tent peg because I'm long and skinny... perfect for reaming out someone's ass." He made a strange gesture with his eyebrows and said, "I prefer fucking men, but this is a women's prison so I have to adapt."

    Loretta took a deep breath and started grinding her crotch against the guard. His zipper hurt slightly as it rubbed against the sensitive skin of her inner thigh and his rough pants felt like sandpaper against her legs, but she could feel his prick responding to her movements.

    "It's greased," Harold said, "and I'm going to take it slow and easy for your first time."