Wetware -- Part 3

say, really. It was a few weeks ago." He rose, the discussion closed.

She rose jerkily, still confused. "Well, if you think of anything "

"Yes, yes. I'll get your coat, since Sissy's fixing dinner." He brusquely passed
by her. "I think she put it upstairs."

As soon as he was out of sight, Amanda tiptoed into the kitchen. The blonde was
busily preparing the nightly meal. She looked up cluelessly.

"Yes, Ma'am?" Ever helpful, ever subservient. She had changed from her lab coat
into a skimpy maid's outfit, a black tafetta and white lace thing which looked
more like a bedroom garment than a utilitarian outfit.

"Look," Amanda bluttered quickly, "I don't know what this," she pointed at the
tiny skirt and tight bodice, "is all about, but it isn't worth it. Come with me,
here's my card call me. We'll figure out a way to get you on your feet. No woman
deserves to be treated this way, like some" she spat disgustedly, "love doll or
something. I have to go, because he's coming back, but call me!" Without another
look, Amanda left, meeting Fristch at the door.

"Saying goodbye to Sissy?" he asked curiously.

She nodded, too affably. "Yes, yes I was. If you think of anything, will you "

"I will. Goodbye." Fristch closed the door, watching her figure as it merged with
the darkness outside. Pretty bitch, but flat chested and too uppity. She needs to
be put in her place, he considered. Needs to learn why girls belong in pretty
things in soft beds waiting to give pleasure, NOT in universities getting tenure.
Not when men like he, geniuses, were turned out in disgrace.

He was rolling this thought over in his head as he sat down in his chair in the
dining room. Sissy served him silently, not even speaking when he slipped two of
his fingers into her slick shaved pussy, pumping her gently.

Sissy gritted her perfect white teeth, moaning as she felt the fingers squeeze
against the tight cling of her hairless lips.

"Sissy, did you know that you had a sister?" Fristch informed her. He withdrew
the fingers, holding them in the air. She fell'' to her white stockinged knees
and took the fingers in her mouth, tasting her juices as she wrapped her tongue
about the wet digits.

"After you're done, do fetch me the phone, Sissy."

*******************

Amanda grimly walked up to Fristch's brownstone door. He had come across some
interesting information he said, regarding Ben. Could she come over on the Sunday
before the semester began? That was all, the e mail had said. She had a great
deal of preparation to do for the intro biology class she was teaching beginning
Wednesday. But she still had a lingering affection for Ben and if she could find
out where he might have run off to, it was worth the effort...even of dealing
with the loathsome Fristch.

Her last encounter with him had been so odd that she had been positively
embarrassed to tell anyone about it. Not that she had really seen anyone on
campus over the Break. The university had been deserted. Like Fristch's
neighborhood now. She knocked on the door.

Sissy opened the door wide this time, smiling at her happily.

"Hello Amanda! It's so nice to see you! Please come in. The Doctor is expecting
you." This last statement was offered with such sexy intimations that Amanda
shivered. Although she shivered as much at Sissy's appearence.

Fristch had known Amanda was coming over. Was he so disrespectful to both she and
this poor bimbo that he had had Sissy dress this way? Was he that uninterested in
any vestige of propriety? The lab coat that the nubile young blonde assistant had
worn before would have been preferable to this get up. The buxom blonde wore a
black lace teddy that left little to the proverbial imagination. It stretched
tightly over her large breasts supported only by two thin spagetti should straps.
The thin lace betrayed two fully erect nipples underneath and continued to hug
her torso til finally creeping between her legs. The vulva mound tightly bunched
against the ever disappearing triangle of the crotch and Amanda winced at the
thought of the tight shave needed to keep that bikini line hairless. Sissy was
made up whorishly just as before thick red lipstick, plucked eyebrows, rouge
brightening the pale cheeks. Around her neck, Sissy wore a black velvet choker,
though it looked more like a dog collar to Amanda. Her legs were bare but she
wore a pair of black stilletos that defied gravity. It struck her now how much
Sissy looked like that actress Kim Bassinger.

"Uh, look before I see your, uh, boss, have you given my offer any thought?"

Sissy looked quizzically at her.

"You know, the last time I was here? We talked about getting you out of here,
into a real job one that will let you dress in regular clothes, not like...that."
Amanda was frustrated at Sissy's continued, polite silence.

"You don't have to live like this, Sissy! You're able to do anything, be anything
you want! Why do you let him humiliate you this way? You don't deserve to be
treated like this! Answer me, damn you!"

If nothing else, Amanda's tirade made Sissy loose the "good little girl" smile.
The blonde looked down, ashamed.

"You don't understand, and I can't explain it to you," she said softly. "I wish I
could really I do! But he does things to you oh, but I can't explain!" Sissy's
features grew close in helplessness.

Amanda took her forearm tenderly. "You don't deserve this, Sissy!"

Sissy looked up sadly. "But I do, Amanda, I do. I'm just a stupid little bimbo.
If it weren't for the Doctor, I'd still be... and when I grew up, I..."

"Sissy?! Did I hear the doorbell?" Fristch bellowed from upstairs in the lab.

"I have to take you to him now, Amanda. I'm sorry." And Amanda followed the girl
wearily up the stairs to the lab.

Fristch was there, hunched over his lab table. He looked up, recovering the large
object on the table. "Thank you for coming! Please come in! Can I have Sissy
serve you a drink?"

Amanda shook her head. "No. Just tell me what you know about Ben. Now."

Fristch was perturbed at this rudeness. "Sissy, two glasses of the Merlot. Now,
Amanda, I'll I ask is a bit of civility. I know you don't approve of that " he
pointed at Sissy's swiveling rear as she left the room, "but remember, you asked
for my help, not the other way around."

Amanda softened. "O.k." She took the glass Sissy reappeared with. "I'm sorry.
Tell me what you know."

Fristch made a steeple of his index fingers, touching the tip to his pursed dry
lips. "Well, it is rather embarassing to Ben that is."

"Go on, please. Fristch had seated himself and Sissy had positioned her at his
feet, resting on her knees with hands folded in her lap. She looked shyly at
Amanda.

"Well, you see, Ben once told me he had rather outre fantasies...of a sexual
nature." He sipped his wine, giving her a disapproving look over the rim of the
glass.

Amanda was surprised, too shocked at the charge to dispute it. "Really? He never
seemed that kinky to me!"

Sissy giggled playfully.

The scientist nodded regretfully. "I'm afraid he was, how would you say, 'out
there?' His kink as you put it was quite strange indeed!"

Amanda couldn't contain her purient curiousity. "What, Dr. Fristch? What was he
into?"

"Lesbian bondage." The raised eyebrows of the former middle aged professor let
Amanda know just what he thought of this particular deviation. Almost
theatrically so. The professor doth protesth too much methinks, Amanda thought.

"Really?"

The scientist nodded. "Oh yes. Ben confided in me that the thing that nothing
aroused him more than the sight of two lovelies in their pretties obeying his
every order, even while he commanded them to...do things to each other. Really
vile things." The older man sipped his wine, contemplating the unsaid acts.

Amanda was startled at this. "Ben brought this up? It doesn't sound like him. In
fact I can't believe he would ever treat women that way."

Fritsch nodded gravely. "Oh, I was surprised too. But he kept painting the
picture for me. Details, you know. Not that I asked for any of them. And then he
disappeared shortly after."

"What kind of details?" Amanda pressed. As little as she wanted this peek into
Ben's head, she had to know all.

Fristch looked over his half rims. "Well, he said that he had a special yen for a
mixed pair a dark haired one and a blonde. He said that he would alternate which
would be mistress and which would be slavegirl. Of course, he would be master of
both. He mentioned an actress which he was most desirous of...or perhaps a model
I think."

Amanda jumped on the detail. A clue perhaps. "Can you remember? It might be
important. Fristch rubbed his chin in thought. "Who is that pretty covergirl that
is married to that actor...hmmm"

"Cindy Crawford? He had the hots for Cindy Crawford, right?"

He nodded. "That's it. A pretty thing, don't you think? Anyway, he thought she
would make a marvelous plaything. He said he would do awful things to a girl like
that if she didn't obey. Very anti feminist, I must say."

"And the blonde? What look did he say he liked in the blonde?" This was so weird.
Ben with two sex slaves?

"Kim Bassey or something."

"Bassinger?"

"Right. He said he wanted to collect a pair like that and he would train him, he
said, with, oh goodness, he said whips and riding crops. Lurid stuff. I couldn't
believe that my former protege would be so depraved. He specifically wanted a
pair of sisters to act out this fantasy!"

There it was again, that almost cartoonish admonishment. "Well, I guess anyone is
capable of it, even Ben. Lesbian bondage well I suppose he could have gone off
the deep end." Her tone said otherwise though. "This wine is very good. But let's
say Ben has this strange interest why would he confide in you with something so
odd?"

Fristch smiled. "He had to. Before he left, he asked me to keep something for
him."

Amanda's eyes lit up. "What? Did it have something to do with this?"

Fristch stood up. "Come. I'll show you."

Amanda rose unsteadily. "That wine of yours is potent stuff!"

Fristch took her upper arm, keeping her from falling. "Here, let me help." He led
her over to a table, which bore a long obeject covered by a sheet. "This is what
he left." Fristch dramatically pulled back the sheet.

Amanda looked down. It was Cindy Crawford! The long, leggy model looked up dully
at her, her naked body perfectly still.

"Is she...dead?" Amanda gasped.

Fristch shook his head. "No. In fact she was never alive. But she will be soon.
Do you thin she's sweet? Look at those wonderful tits!" Amanda looked at him, but
he kept shifting, his outline fuzzy and blurring. Fristch was yelling at her now.

"I asked you a question! Do you find your new body sexy? Answer me!"

But Amanda never did answer the question. She opened her mouth to scream, then
descended into a deep coma like sleep.

*********************

Fristch had been watching the two girls cuddle for an hour now, comfortably
reclined in a stuffed leather arm chair in the study of his Cambridge brownstone.
The hour before, Fristch had bid the two girls to touch nipple to nipple only and
no closer. He had watched the two beauties look deeply into one another's eyes as
they rubbed their bullety nipples against one another. Their hands remained
securely locked behind their backs in handcuffs and they knelt facing each other
on a blanket spread in front of the fire. The two were naked except for the
chastity belt each wore as a matter of course.

From time to time, one would look up at him longingly, silently pleading to be
let loose. Fristch ignored it, though he knew the two hours of tortured lesbian
foreplay was driving each of the girls mad with frustration. He loved forcing the
two girls through this slow march to orgasm and during the weekends it would go
on for hours and hours until Fristch deigned to allow them to climax either
delivering the release himself, or watching the two pretties please each other.
Of course, Fristch only allowed such pleasure if the two girls had performed to
his satisfaction. And he was so, so demanding.

He rose from his seat. Sissy, the blonde, looked up hopefully, then returned to
her task of nipple fencing. He unlocked her cuffs first, and the small red wrists
were freed. Sissy moaned softly, but kept her hands behind her back. Good, she's
learning so well, thought Fristch. Then he looked at his key chain. There were
four keys, each marked "0", "1", "2" and "3." He took the "1" key and fitted it
into the small keyhole in the chastity belt lock, fitted between Sissy's kneeling
legs. The snap of the lock opening, then the small hole in the leather crotch
revealing Sissy's pink smooth feminine offering.

He took the key and similarly unlocked the cuffs on Prissy, the newer of the two
slave girls. Prissy was still jumpy and in need of more training, but Fristch had
never regretted acquiring her. She was a wonderful specimen, both physically and
mentally. He slipped the key into her chastity belt and opened the tiny portal to
her sex. Fristch had fitted each girl with the "1" belt this day, the number
indicating the number of digits which the opening would accomodate.

He reseated himself eagerly. He had fitted each bitch with chastity belts for the
last two days, forbidding naughty behavior, and it had been miserable for them.
Their poor smooth pussies had been throbbing with desire for 48 hours and Fristch
couldn't wait to allow them a small taste of ecstasy.

"Prissy!"

The long brown haired beauty looed up anxiously.

"Lick your middle finger. Give it a blow job. Pretend it's my cock in your
mouth."

Prissy brought her right hand to her large generous mouth, taking the digit
obediently and sucking it. Her brown eyes blinked and closed and she deep
throated the lucky finger. Fristch watched approvingly as the girl's cheeks
hollowed out and her tongue wildly thrashed against the intrusive digit. If she
had paid one iota less of loving tribute, he would have whipped her and she knew
it.

"Now STOP!"

Prissy obeyed, waiting.

"Now give it to your pretty sister Sissy. In her pussy."

Prissy positioned her finger between Sissy's legs. The blonde moaned as the digit
carefully navigated the tight, tiny portal of the chastity bely, finding soft
warm purchase in her slave sister's girlish cleft. Sissy smiled limply as she
felt the finger fill her.

"Now tell your sister how you feel about her."

Prissy smiled. Looking deeply into the blonde's eyes, she said "I love you
Sissy." The gleam in the blonde slave'e blue eyes said the same.

"Now finger the little whore. Fuck your slut sister good, Prissy."

And Amanda Crossways, now Prissy, proceeded to furiously finger her sister and
lesbian lover. Ben Stein, now and forever Sissy, accepted the finger loving
gratefully, bucking up as much as she might to take the long shaft of the finger
within her too tight pussy. Both of their IQs together added up to well over
three hundred, but it was their naked glistening bodies that fascinated Dr.
Fristch now.

Beads of sweat dripped from Sissy's big blonde curls and forehead. Her red lips
were curled into a twisted smile, her eyes blinking furiously as they watched her
slave sister's finger disappear into the leather crotch harness down below. She
was hungry, starving for release that Prissy might bring, and Sissy's mind was
empty except for the hope of that release.

Well, not entirely empty. There was always the part of Sissy's mind that waited
slave like until it was called out by Dr. Fristch the part that did the amazing
interesting things that Sissy couldn't begin to fathom. But like a genie waiting
for its master to rub the magic lamp, only Dr. Fristch could draw forth that part
of Sissy's brain, the part called Ben.

The part called Ben was always there, but it didn't have much to do with the way
Sissy acted. It argued with her, but it always lost because the thing he said was
so dumb. Ben said she was really a boy, a man actually that worked on computers!
Imagine! With this body that the Doctor loved to use so much, plush and easy to
his touch...no, she WASN'T a boy. Sissy knew exactly what she was...a "dime a
dozen" table dancer that had been lucky enough to be taken in by Dr. Fristch as
his personal girl. And she didn't work on computers...she worked on her back. She
looked at her pretty sister and winked, thankful to her for pleasuring her.

Prissy caught the naughty wink and wanted to hug her blonde sister hotly. But the
Doctor didn't permit such unauthorized affection. She too had another part of her
conciousness called Amanda. It told her that she was a professor a some big
college. Right! Like she hadn't been a drug dealer since she was thirteen. Like
they let you be a professor when you had been in reformatories and jails since
you were fourteen. That was where Prissy had learned to make the older, tougher
girl prisoners happy. And when she had been let out, that was how she had become
a lesbian prostitute. And if she hadn't been picked up by the cops, she'd still
be doing that.

But the judge was ready to stop it. She had a long record, and the 'three strikes
you're out' law meant she'd be put on ice for a long, long time. If it hadn't
been for the Doctor. She remembered how he had spoken to the judge and gotten her
released to his custody. The judge made clear her status: cross the Doctor and
she would be coming back for a long stay in the Women's Correctional Institute.

The Doctor had explained to her that Sissy had told him about her plight and he
was happy to help her out. Prissy hadn't seen her sister in years, but couldn't
help remember getting wet watching their stepfather rape her while she hid in the
closet. She was so cute, so sexy and soft. Their embrace was so hot that the
Doctor had started their training right then and there. And ever since, the two
had been lovers. It was worth it to submit to the Doctor's sexual kinks, as long
as Prissy was allowed to play with Sissy this way. Not that it made any
difference...one word from the Doctor and her butt would be back in jail slurping
up to the head girl in the cellblock. Too bad Amanda the 'professor' that howled
so often in the back of her head couldn't come up with a solution to her
situation. She and her sister Sissy were practically slaves to the Doctor.

"Now, Sissy, I think you may reciprocate your slutty sister's affections. Go on
and prepare YOUR finger."

Sissy couldn't help herself and giggled before jamming her middle finger down in
her mouth and deepthroating it. She hadn't liked lesbianiam at first, but under
her sister's loving care and the Doctor's wicked riding crop, she had learned
very quickly to enjoy it. She sucked her finger torridly, swinging her hair even
as Prissy continued to finger pump her. Finally the Doctor ordered her to return
the favor. Prissy's eyes opened up in warm gratitude and the two, face to face
now, began to pleasure each other in earnest.

The Doctor nodded, satisfied with the girls' performance. With an
uncharacteristic patience, he let them go on for another five minutes, then
clapped his hands loudly. The two girls looked up, their gorgeous faces flushed
with lesbian heat.

"Stop."

Frustration, stifled anger and resentment. The two girls were clearly not happy
with their doctor's order, but they dared not disobey. Their fingers stopped
their slippery penetrations in mid motion.

"Withdraw."

Two sighs. Wet sparkling fingers left warm hiding holes.

"Clean yourselves up, sluts."

The girls obeyed, tasting each other's creamy creations, licking fingers like
they were coated with sugar. After much loud, self satisfied smackings, they
dropped their dried fingers and waited for the doctor's next whim.

"How darling. Now," he snapped his fingers, "heel bitches, heel!"

The two girls walked on their knees before the seated man, who was ready with his
set of keys.

"Turn around."

The sisters pivotted, backs to their master. Fristch gently pressed his foot into
the back of each girl, forcing them down, with ass in the air. He considered the
two proferred rumps, naked but for the leather chastity belt that imprisoned
their sexes. He bent over, inserted a key into the chastity belt on the blonde
sister, then the brownhaired one. He noticed their thighs jiggle and hips shake
gently in excitement as pulled the belts off. Two asses waited for him to
pick...which would he prefer? the girls had to be wondering.

He let them wait for him to choose. The uppity brownhaired bitch was taking to
her training well. Prissy was a wonderful little maid. Despite her dyke leanings,
she had learned to give head especially well. Sissy bothered him though. Despite
being the more bimbo ish of the two, she had been so hesitant, so skittish. He
knew she hated him to use her from behind. Probably vestigial masculine feelings.
Had to be dealt with, just had to be.

He rose from his sat, the girls remaining prostrate, eyes warily viewing him from
the floor. Fristch pulled a long object out of the "toy chest." As he passed by,
he dropped it next to Prissy.

"Put it on," he casually instructed.

Prissy excitedly slipped the belts and fasteners of the object around her wasp
waist. Sissy couldn't see what it was, since the Doctor had forced her head down
with his slippered foot. Finally he let up. "Turn around Sissy."

Sissy obeyed, her sexy sister still out of her range of sight. She remained
prostrate, but now she faced her master's feet. He bent down and patted her head
like a puppy.

"Prissy, she's all yours. Do her well. Let her know that Big Sister loves Little
Sister's tight little puss box!" Sissy felt her sister's hands dig into her plump
hips and stab dagger like the strap on dildo into her soft woman ness. Sissy
screeched, but Prissy had her orders. The older girl plunged the rubber ram
deeper into the bent over younger blonde, forcing the dildo deep into the
helpless girl.

"No reason to put that mouth to waste, is there?" the Doctor said.

Miserably, she shook her head and lowered her wet lips on the cock that emerged
from the folds of his robe. As she took it, and the fake cock from behind, the
Doctor ran his hands through her yellow hair, occaisionally yanking it as she
drew her mouth too far from her proper idol of worship.

"Prissy, you're really giving it to Little Sister here. Pretty whore loves cocks,
so I'll have to let you do this to her quite often. Still think you're a boy, Ben
Stein?"

Sissy shook her head, soundless shouting "no, not anymore, please, it hurts!" But
the cry was muffled by a stiff male member and no one heard it. She knew that her
stubborness would get her in trouble! She continued to gobble the cock and buck
her hips against big sister Prissy as she continued to use her from behind.

"And the great Amanda Crossways just a horny little lipstick lezzie, right
Prissy?"

The Cindy Crawford look alike nodded sweetly for her owner as she drove the stiff
artificial dick into her former boyfriend. Fristch enjoyed the spectacle for a
few more minutes. But even as he came into Sissy's mouth and Sissy herself was
nearing orgasm, he decided to switch positions with Prissy. Variety was the spice
of life.

*************************

Six months later.

Old Fristch has done well for himself, thought the Dean as he admired the
Louisburg Square townhouse. Haven't we come up in the world! He took the huge
brass lion's jaw doorknocker and let it fall. He preferred using the ornate
doorknocker to the modern doorbell.

A maid answered, a pretty dark haired girl dressed in the traditional maid's
uniform favored by the wealthy.

"Dean Synster to see Doctor Fristch, please."

"Of course, Sir. The Doctor is expecting you. Please follow me." The shapely
creature pivotted smartly on her black stiletto heels and minced into the halls
of the great home. The Dean was an older man, well into his late sixties, but he
had an eye for female beauty. This girl was an absolute charm to watch and his
eyes followed the fulsome, tightly packed hips as they swung from side to side.

"Please sit, Sir. May I fetch you a libation?" she asked humbly, expectantly. She
had bent over, her cleavage spilling out ever so teasingly from the top of her
tafetta. She was exquisite, so respectful! And so old fashioned a libation? He
smiled, shaking his head.

"Nothing my dear. Just let the Doctor know I'm here."

"I'll let my master know you're here, Sir. Right away Sir." She smiled, curtsied
and spinning around delicately, went to announce him to Frictsh.

The Dean was amazed. The girl was so pretty, so seductive, so...obedient. Fristch
was a lucky man. Finding a female who wasn't offended by such a domestic role was
difficult. What with all the foolish feminist nonsense that flowed like sewage on
his own campus, well... The politically correct garbage that polluted the
country's academic insitutions made such pleasant anachronisms as a uniformed
maid an impossibility! And he was sure as he watched her firm figure disappear,
that the maid was dressed fully to the part...down to the tiny garter belt that
peeked out from underneath her tiny black tafetta skirt.

"Dean!" Fristch looked well. Instead of his famed rumpled tweed, he wore an
Armani suit of pressed wool. He had a tan as well.

"Doctor! Thank you for seeing me." He smiled unctuously. Their

last meeting had not been so cordial. He hoped the world's newest Nobel prize
winner would forget the factors surrounding that meeting.

"My pleasure! Please, sit down. And thank you for seing me." He looked around in
aanoyance. "I see you don't have a drink. Prissy! Come here!"

Prissy the maid pranced back in, with a worried frown. "Master?"

"Why haven't you brought the Dean a drink?" And before she could answer, he
yanked up her short tafetta skirt. The Dean had been correct as her garter belt
was revealed, as well as her black lace panties. The girl covered her face with
both hands and the middle aged scientist gave her a quick succession of hard,
hard swats on the seat of her skimpy panties.

The Dean nervously cleared his throat and Fristch looked up. "I told her I didn't
want anything, Dr. Fristch. She did ask."

Fristch nodded in disappointment, dropping the skirt. "Well, she probably has
done soemthing, I assure you Dean. She's incorrigible, believe me. Anyway, fetch
us a drink Prissy."

The maid stifled her sniffles and curtsied. "Very good, Master. the Merlot?"

Fristch shook his head. "No, stupid girl. This is a celebration. Bring us some
two glasses of the Vale D'Or '68, a nice sparkling wine," he explained to the
Dean. As the girl left the room, Fristch noticed the Dean's interest in the maid.

"A pretty thing, but you can't imagine how much supervision she needs. Always in
need of correction. Both she and her sister."

Sister? How marvelous to have two such darling things waiting on you, you old
dog! Dean Synster brooded. He was envious.

"Anyway," Fristch continued, "Thank you for coming. First, may I offer my
condolences."

The Dean returned the comment with a blase nod. His wife of forty years had just
passed away, much to his relief. It had seemed like a good idea to marry a
Regent's daughter, however much a shrew. And it had brought him the position he
had always wanted, though at quite a cost. But after what seemed centuries of a
loveless marraige, he was free free! But he couldn't tell Fristch that. So he
nodded politely.

Prissy returned with a silver tray bearing two hollow stemmed crystal glasses
filled with golden bubbling champagne. Silently she offered the glasses to each
man. Fristch patted her rump appreciatively.

"Master?" The darkhaired maid batted her eyes, waiting to be recognized. Fristch
gave her a nod and she continued. "My pretty sister Sissy wishes permission to
speak with you. She wishes further instructions."

Fristch waved her out. "Bring her in. This should take only a minute."

As the blonde bombshell traipsed in, the Dean held his glass tightly. She was
marvelous a veritable Hollywood starlet or model at the least. Her bust pressed
snugly up against the only garment she wore a long white lab coat. Was there a
skirt under there? He thought he could spy the top of a pink lace bra. Her legs
were bare, her skin smooth and glowing. Her hair was loose and curly, flowing
over her shoulders and back. Her lips were pursed and ready to take a kiss.

"What is it Sissy?" Fristch demanded.

"Master, I've finished my last little chore perfecting the neuro tendon
controls."

"Aren't you a clever little wench, Sissy!" Fristch noted snidley.

Sissy took the comment as teh greates possible compliment. She curtsied, smiling
cutely. "Thank you, Master," she gushed. "I'm happy to please you."

"Of course you are. Now, since you need another little chore to perform, let's
find one for you. Have you any dirty clothes?"

Sissy nodded.

"Why don't you hand clean your dainties so they'll smell nice and fresh as
flowers. And wash your sister's pretties too, my pet."

The blonde blinked and curtsied. "Yes, Master." And with mission in hand, the
blonde pranced out of the room.

Fristch smiled indulgently. "They have the hottest little collection of lingerie
you've ever seen. It's the only hobby they have so they really throw themselves
into it. Now Dean, there's something I really need your help with."

The Dean smiled weakly. What could he do for a man with a sexpot teenage maid and
a lab assistant with teh mind of Madame Curie and the body of a porn star?
"Anything in my power, Doctor." He spread his palms up, summoning invisible
authority.

"Good. I know you're terribly short of faculty right now. The disappearence of
Stein and Crossways hasn't been solved has it?"

Dean Synster shook his gray head. "No. Nothing. Just the notes each left.
Family's heard nothing, police have no leads, and we're short two brilliant
professors."

Fristch nodded sympathetically. "Yes, too bad. But I think I can help. How would
the Univeristy like to have a Nobel prize winner on faculty?"

The Dean took this in slowly. Fristch wanted to come back. "Doctor, your work
with robotic prosthetics is groundbreaking and you certainly deserved the prize,"
he summed up slowly.

"Yes, but mere gimmicks, Dean. The real stuff is in there," he pointed to the lab
upstairs. "Sure to bring glory to the University."

The Dean smiled thinly. "I'm sure. But Doctor Fristch, with such success as
you've established you could go anywhere in the world and be taked in as a valued
member of the faculty. Why not start your own institute? I'm sure you could
arrange funding without a problem."

Fristch shook his head vigorously. "No. I want to come back to MIT."

The Dean pondered this. After a while, he spoke, ennunciating every word. "You
know that I can't do that. It was part of our legal agreement with that...girl."

Fristch smoothed the lapel of his dark finely tailored jacket. "Yes! Poor Heidi.
What a misguided lass." He looked up, then looked down at the Dean's feet. "Oh
my! I'm so embarrased!"

"What? What is it?" Dean Synster looked down at his loafers. Under the skirt of
the chair poked a familiar sight. Gingerly he pulled the pink item and held it
before him, flabergasted. It was a two and a half foot long double headed dildo!

"The girls DO have a habit of leaving their toys out. My apologies." He clapped
sovereign like and the two girls came running. "Girls, what have I told you about
putting your toys away?"

The Dean looked at the pretty domestics, who chewed lips nervously and studied
the Oriental carpet intently. Finally Sissy whispered. "You said to put them
away, Master." Prissy twilrled her brown hair manically, then added softly, "Yes,
Master, you did." Fine. Well, if you leave them out, I guess you want to play
with them. Dean, do you mind? This is a lesson they need to learn."

The Dean sipped his champagne unsteadily and dumbly nodded. He had no idea of
what to expect. Surely Fristch wouldn't make them

"Strip to your undies '

Sissy, the blonde lab assistant, shrugged shyly and unbuttoned her lab coat. She
let it fall off her thin arms, puffing her chest out, and the white coat dropped
behind her. She stood standing in nothing but a pink lace push up bra, matching
pink thong panties and pink five inch heeled shoes. She had transformed from
proper lab helper to steamy sex kitten in seconds.

Prissy, the brownhaired beauty, daintily untied her apron and reached back to
unzip her little black dress. Gently the uniform slooped down her buxom bodice
til she was clad in black bustiere, black lace panties, garter belt and stilt
black heels.

"Now girls, show the Dear here what dyke bimbos you are. Sissy, kneel in front of
your airhead big sis and pull off her panties for her."

Sissy obediently fell to her knees and did so, ever so gently pulling down the
panties to show off the smooth pleasure notch of the maid. Dean Synster was
growing hard the first time in years! Fristch then told Prissy return the favor
which the maid did with considerable relish. The Dean noted the older girl was
practtically drooling as the blonde bared her own shaven 'snatch.

"Watch this Dean the sluts love it! In your favorite position bitches on your
backs! No, no, no the way weve done it before pussy to pussy! ' 'Good girls. Now
spread your legs good and wide, like you were about to get good and fucked, you
whores. Good, very obedient little bimbos. Now my lezzie sisters, take this." He
tossed the double head dildo down bet'een them. Fristch took his own champagne
and sipped. "Go on you know what to do!"

The Dean 'watched wordlessly as the girls let their fingers position the huge
sextoy and take each end inside them! Then, with perfect co ordination possible
only from practise, Sissy and Prissy, the blonde and chesnut haired girl, clasped
each others hands for support. Next they placed the flat of their feet against
each other. They resembled a lewd set of bookends! The Dean turned to look at his
host, who now sat with his engorged penis in his hands!

"Fuck slavegirls! Fuck!" he commanded. In obedient response the two girls began
to 'hump down against one another's ass. The pink dildo had disappeared between
the snatches of the two sisters. Sweat poured off their faces as they enjoyed the
humiliating task. Fristch was smiling evilly as he swung his fully erect cock
toward them.

"Imagine Dean I can make one for you just for you. To your specifications IN
EVERY WAY!

Don't ask how it works, you'll just have to take my word for it. ' 'You like
redheads, you got a redhead. You want a black girl, you can have that. And THEY
OBEY COMPLETELY!!!" He pointed his cock and shot a hot missile of come at the
sisters. "Lap it up slaves! Go on girls, let me see you drink it up!"

The Dean watched in mingled horror and fascination as the hot sticky goo bathed
the girls, who began to struggle to lick it off their own faces and breasts.
Fristch urged the Dean to do the same.

"It's o.k. to feed the animals at my zoo Dean!"

And so the Dean strummed his own weapon, pulling it out and letting fly. He
pointed it at the chesnuthaired wench, catching her square in the eyes. Prissy
looked up at him respectfully and began to let her tongue catch the precious
milky treasure.

"I'll do it," the university official croaked. "You'll be reinstated may God
forgive me!"

Fristch finished his champagne. "In my world, Dean Sysnster I'm the god." And the
two men watched as Ben Stein and Amanda Crossways, two brilliant minds, performed
for their master. Fristch wondered briefly if the cum drenched lesbian sisters
ever truly enjoyed these tasks, then let it drop. It just didn't matter.