| The Gresham Girls, Part I - First
Night by Gynoid Master | |
Cold. That was the first sensation that Katherine Lewis became aware of as the darkness lifted. She was groggy and felt sluggish, as if her brain was operating in slow motion. The last thing she remembered was walking back to the car through the forest. A blanket - she'd been going back to get another blanket. She and her friends, Justine and Anne, were staying at Anne's family's cabin in the Oregon woods, and they hadn't been able to get a fire going in the fireplace. As the sunset faded on the horizon, she'd volunteered to walk back the short distance to the car through the woods for an extra blanket. She'd borrowed Justine's red sweater against the chill and started off. But Katherine had never reached the car. She remembered hearing a noise in the darkness behind her, and she'd turned her head. Then a shock had coursed through her body - like she'd been hit by lightning. And then darkness until she'd awoken here. She tried to open her eyes, but everything was blurry at the moment, so she closed them again. Katherine could tell that she was lying on some kind of flat metal surface. And she could feel the goosebumps rising on her skin - there was chilly air circulating around her. It was then that Katherine realized that she couldn't move her arms or legs. They were restrained by something. She also discovered that she wasn't wearing Justine's sweater anymore. She was naked. That thought was enough to clear the remaining cobwebs from her mind, and Katherine opened her eyes nervously. The room was dimly lit, but she could see that she was in a lab of some kind. There were strange machines around the room, and active computer screens flickering everywhere. She was lying on what looked like a doctor's examination table, but she was strapped down tightly, and odd, sinister looking instruments were clustered and hanging from the ceiling above her. Panic hit her like a tidal wave and Katherine began to whimper, but she was too afraid to scream, lest her captors discover that she was awake. Long minutes passed as her heart pounded furiously in her chest. But the minutes seemed to stretch into hours, and still nothing happened. Finally, after she had settled a bit, Katherine heard a noise on the far side of the lab - a door closing. Someone had entered the room. She craned her head around to see, and saw a figure crossing the lab slowly. After a moment, she could see that it was a young woman in a simple nurse's uniform. Then a bank of lights above her turned on, and as the woman stepped into their glare, Katherine was shocked to realize that she recognized her. "Oh my God! Carrie…?" The woman was Carrie Anderson, a fellow student of Katherine's at Gresham High School. Carrie was a shy sixteen-year-old - a petite but pretty five-foot-two brunette, who had gone missing while walking home from school one afternoon nearly six months before. Carrie's disappearance had shocked the sleepy Portland suburb, and when the police had failed to uncover any clues, terrified parents could do nothing but wait. Katherine didn't know Carrie well, but she'd had a few classes with the girl and she certainly liked her enough. And now, she was here to help her. Relief flooded through Katherine as she grasped at the fragile strand of hope. "Carrie, what are you doing here?! How did you get here? Where are we?" Carrie stepped quietly up to the side of the table, her face an emotionless mask. Katherine, struggling anew with her restraints, failed to notice the girl's odd expression. "Carrie, quick - help me get these straps off!" Carrie stood silently for a moment, and then reached for the restraints. But rather than loosening the straps, she pulled them even tighter. The leather bands cut sharply into Katherine's arms and the auburn haired girl cried out in surprise and pain. "Carrie, what are you doing?! We've got to get out of here - you've got to help me…!" It was then that Katherine looked up at the smaller girl's face. Carrie stared blankly ahead, her hazel eyes cold. After a moment, she looked down at Katherine and gave her a vacant smile. Then she spoke, and her voice was pleasant but flat, "Katherine, please do not struggle. Your attempts to escape are useless and will only make the process more unpleasant. Cybernization will commence momentarily." Carrie's eyes seemed to unfocus and her head tilted as if she was listening to a voice that only she could hear. Then her retinas flashed, glowing for a moment with a clearly inhuman light. "Downlink initiated. Receiving new program. Receiving... Receiving... Receiving... Download successful. Instructions understood. Initiating program..." Katherine stared in horror at her friend and fear closed anew around her heart. Tears began to roll down her cheeks. "Oh my, God… Carrie, what have they done to you?" she cried softly, her body shuddering against the straps as sobs overcame her. Suddenly, Carrie seemed to come alive, as if her soul had awoken from a long sleep. She smiled radiantly and reached up to caress Katherine's cheeks, smoothing the tears away with her thumbs. "Sshhh… don't cry. Please don't cry. It's okay. I'm just fine, Kathy. All of my systems are functioning perfectly. You'll understand everything soon, sweetie. Everything will make sense in a few minutes. Let me show you…" Carrie then stepped back and began unbuttoning her blouse. She pulled it open and shrugged it from her shoulders, revealing her naked breasts. They were small but stunning. Perfect. Too perfect. Carrie smiled again at her captive friend and reached up with her right hand into the instrument bay above the exam table. She efficiently withdrew a thin, 8-inch long metal probe, that seemed to vibrate almost imperceptibly, singing like a tuning fork. Katherine could only stare in shock as Carrie gently caressed one of her own breasts with her other hand, then pinched her nipple sharply between her fingers, aimed the probe at the pink bud and swiftly pierced her herself deeply with the instrument. Katherine heard a soft hissing noise and then a click as the probe slid home within the girl's breast. Carrie continued to smile warmly at Katherine, seemingly unfazed by what she had just done to herself. Then she gave the probe a sharp twist, and pulled. There was another, louder hissing noise and Carrie's left breast came off, still skewered on the probe, revealing a thick mound of circuitry and other mechanisms inside her chest. She let go of the probe, which retracted toward the ceiling, the detached breast dangling over Katherine's head. She could see that it was little more than a fleshy covering, but noticed that it seemed to be made of real muscle and soft tissue… and it was slimy on the underside. A drop of some kind of thick fluid dripped onto her forehead from it and she screamed. "Now you know my secret, Kathy. When I was taken, I was an awkward little girl. Now, I'm perfect. Cybernetically enhanced, completely programmable, fully adaptable and capable of functioning as a normal woman, only better." Katherine's sobs were continuous now. The only thing she could think to say was, "Why?" Carrie reached out and touched her cheek lovingly once more. "To serve my Master. To pleasure and protect him. And now you will serve him too." Katherine's fear became unbearable as this horrific… thing that had once been Carrie Anderson ran its hands slowly over her naked body. A detached part of her mind noted that its hands felt warm… real. She moaned in anguish as she felt her breasts being caressed with obvious sexual intent, her nipples stroked relentlessly. "No! Stop! Please…" But the assault continued. And after a few minutes, against her will, Katherine's body began to react to the stimulation, betraying its arousal. Her hips twisted languidly against the restraints. She felt a hand slide down her abdomen, down over her furry mound to apply the perfect pressure to the swelling, tender flesh between her legs. Deft, efficient fingers began swirling over her engorged clit. Her vagina shuddered in response, her body arching off the table to increase the pressure… the pleasure. Carrie knew exactly how to work Katherine's sex. She was incredible… but no, it wasn't Carrie - not anymore. She was a fucking android. A machine. But this beautiful machine had just slipped two fingers into Katherine's wet sex and was now fucking her with a brisk perfectness that she'd never known in all her seventeen years of life. God, she was gonna come harder than she'd ever imagined possible. Katherine felt the orgasm rushing at her like a freight train. She was helpless to its power. Then she gasped as she felt the fingers spreading her sex wide, opening her. Something that felt smooth, hard and impossibly thick slipped into her gaping cunt and began to vibrate intensely. Almost immediately, Katherine's vaginal muscles clamped down hard on the huge phallus as her orgasm crashed through her body. She was aware of her own gasping cries echoing off the sterile walls of the lab… her voice announcing her body's pleasure. Her body convulsed for nearly a full minute, her mind almost unconscious from the intensity of the experience. When she became aware of her surroundings again, she could feel the soft fingers that had pleasured her now caressing her face. Katherine felt the phallus still buried deeply inside her, showing no signs of withdrawing. It's vibrations were a perfect match for the probe Carrie had used earlier, and they now grew in intensity, so that she could hear the high-pitched, pure tone ringing in the air… and feel it singing through her entire body. Then Carrie's lovely face filled her view, her soft, dark hair tickling her skin. "Sweet Katherine… you're so beautiful. And now you'll be perfect. Cybernization commencing," she said with a smile. Katherine couldn't think about what that meant. She could only respond as Carrie placed a tender kiss upon her lips. She felt loved. Carrie loved her, didn't she? Of course, she did. Carrie was her friend. Carrie was kissing her. Carrie had made her feel so good. And now, Carrie took Katherine's face in her hands and pushed her head down against the table, holding it there firmly. Katherine felt a sharp, stinging pressure on the back of her head, and then, with a tiny, crunching pop, another vibrating probe entered her skull and imbedded itself deeply in the center of her brain. Its ringing filled her ears from the inside, drowning out all thoughts but one: Carrie loves me… Carrie silently watched as Katherine's nervous system reacted to the intrusion and the lingering effects of her orgasm. Her cybernization subroutine tracked Katherine's vital functions, watching them slow as the tremoring in girl's body lessened and her deep breaths quieted to tiny shuddering gasps… then stopped completely. The rush of endorphins that had flooded through Katherine's system during her orgasm provided vital energy to the millions of tiny nanoprobes that were entering her body through the cranial interlink in her brain stem. Each a miracle of molecular design and computing, they coursed through Katherine's brain, attaching themselves to its countless nerve endings. They raced down her spinal column, deactivating all sensory and pain receptors, so that she felt nothing, and severing all connections to her vital organs. When this process was complete, a second probe extended from the phallus in Katherine's vagina, piercing her uterus and continuing on through her diaphragm and through the wall of her abdominal cavity. Then it too began releasing millions of nanoprobes, which immediately started disassembling her internal organs. At this point, Katherine's body was, by standard medical definition, technically dead. But though her heart had stopped beating, and indeed no longer even remained as such within her chest, her mind and much of her body remained quite alive, nourished and sustained by the nanoprobes. A new biomechanical network was being constructed, atom by atom, molecule by molecule, throughout her entire body, using her own soft tissue and organs as the building materials. Carrie's smile faded, the simulation of emotion unnecessary as Katherine's eyes were now unseeing, her conscious mind completely unaware of her surroundings and the changes her body was undergoing. Carrie also stopped releasing the synthetic human sexual pheromones that had ensured Katherine's responsiveness and submissiveness. Carrie then undid the straps securing her body. As she continued to monitor the first stage of the girl's cybernization, she reattached her left breast cover and stood silently by the table, waiting to receive the appropriate signal from Katherine's nanoprobes - the signal that they had completed their first task. One hundred and ninety-three minutes later, Carrie's eyes again unfocused and flashed, and her head tilted slightly. "Transmission received. Primary internal conversion complete. Commencing stage two." Carrie moved efficiently to a nearby computer terminal and entered a code sequence. The phallus withdrew itself smoothly from the girl's vagina. Above Katherine's inert form, a series of mechanical arms descended and moved in perfect synchronization over her body. Microlaser cutters activated and began slicing through her flesh, bisecting her torso, cutting the flesh of her arms and legs into sections. There was no blood - it had long since been converted into a clear, thick nutrient/lubricating fluid, but this didn't bleed as one might expect. Only small rivulets of it gathered along the incisions. A second set of robotic arms descended and began removing the cut sections of flesh from Katherine's body, which was now basically a living shell, exposing the new structures beneath. Had anyone been present to watch this stage of the cybernization, they would have been horrified at the sight. Katherine's bones had been converted into an artificial endoskeleton composed of ceramic/metallic composites. A thousand tiny attachment points were visible on its inner surface and, other than a complex spiderweb of micro-optical data connections, her torso was largely empty. Her head and neck remained attached to this endoskeleton, as yet unchanged. Carrie quickly scanned Katherine's superstructure, making sure that everything had been assembled within the proper design tolerances. Then she activated another sequence in the computer, and yet a third set of robotic arms descended. In a blur of high-speed, precision manufacturing, they began attaching components, inserting new artificial organs, finalizing network connections and, in short, assembling Katherine's mechanisms. The arms made several passes over her body, and after another forty-three minutes, Katherine's internal structures were complete. Carrie again moved to inspect the construction, and used a small handheld device to fine tune and test the integrity of each system and connection. Satisfied that everything had been properly assembled, she triggered the next sequence in the process, and Katherine's flesh was repositioned and reattached to her endoskeleton, like a macabre jigsaw puzzle. When her outer flesh had been reassembled, the nanoprobes that now permanently saturated her artificial body went to work, closing the incisions and sealing her body completely. Katherine's new body was perfect. While her internal structure was completely altered, most of her original flesh and soft muscle tissue remained. It was warm, soft and pliable, but now it was also stronger, healed almost instantly and was completely unblemished. Her breasts were larger and more perfectly shaped, her nipples were rounder and more swollen, her hips were fuller, her muscles more well-toned. But Katherine wasn't yet complete. Carrie now moved around to the head of the table and attached a series of electrodes to Katherine's forehead. Leads from each electrode ran to another portable computer station, which suddenly activated. Its screen came to life with a 3D virtual representation of Katherine's brain, which could best be described as if it were in pause mode. Though her eyes remained open, Katherine was unseeing, unaware, unthinking, unfeeling and for all practical purposes, unconscious. But her identity remained completely intact and undamaged despite the invasive procedures that had already been performed on her body. Satisfied that all variables were within nominal tolerances, Carrie's cybernization subroutine cycled on and transmitted a signal to the nanoprobes in Katherine's brain, triggering the final stage in the process. "Neural fingerprint file Katherine Alpha 0001 open. Initiating brain scan. Recording... recording... recording..." At the same synchronized instant, every nanoprobe in Katherine's brain scanned the neuron to which it was attached and transmitted that data to the computer, which compiled and recorded the information on a series of massive, chained RAID hard drives, creating a complete and exact record of the girl's memories, feelings, experiences - her entire identity as a human being. The process took barely two minutes. "Neural fingerprint encoded. Data compression complete. Volume file size 21.1 kiloquads. Writing unit Katherine Alpha 0001 control software and primary operating subroutines. Compiling. Program complete. Backup complete." | |
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