Volume 11: East of Eden
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I sat and thought for a long moment. "OK, well, I'm willing to give it a try," I replied finally, "I assume that this PA you mentioned been fixed somehow to ignore the NNZ ban?" "Yes," Dragon said slowly, "I did the work myself." I looked at him very directly and raised an eyebrow. "Well, since I made my money from nanotechnology, and then I had time on my hands, I thought I would find out more about it. It's taken decades of effort, firstly to work out what had to be done, and then building an environment where I could undertake it without being discovered." "What do you mean?" I demanded. "I had to work in secret, if you remember what the word means," he replied, "This house, and the grounds immediately around it, are infested with a subtly changed variant of the standard automation - one which limits certain information flows, and allows me to build further and more sophisticated PA versions undetected." "Aren't they suspicious?" I wanted to know. "Of course," he replied, looking smug, "And my automation is constructed to just fail to conceal the presence of my dungeon, so that anyone who investigates believes that it is my quaintly old-fashioned little peccadilloes that I'm attempting to hide." I laughed at the ingenuity of the tactic. "How am I going to get this illicit automation into this Commune, then?" I asked. Dragon put his hand in a pocket of the Kimono he wore and extracted something which he held out on his hand. Sitting on his palm was a curious metallic sphere, engraved with complex patterns and inlaid in pink and cream. It looked very familiar, very much like the original container for the anonymous package I had delivered to Jackie Yakamoto a few days earlier - the one the Dollface in the Starbucks had been concealing in her vagina. "Oh, I know just where that's supposed to go," I said, highly amused, "But you really think they'll not look there?" "Oh, they're sure to do so," he replied laconically, "But I know that your internal organs are not arranged as other women." I grinned back at him. It was quite true. I have a lot more space, more length and accommodation inside me than almost anyone I've met. In the past, this has made me very popular with certain well-endowed men, not to mention several other male Kinds, especially Satyrs. "So you'll be able to get it right inside you, so far up that it won't be discovered, even by," he paused, "Shall we say, the most intimate physical inspection." I nodded, a clearer understanding growing in my head. Dragon sat back in his chair, again toying with his coffee cup. "Besides," he added, smirking at me, "I've had an excellent opportunity to check it out myself." "So how am I going to get the Automation in there? Are you planning on slipping it in yourself?" I asked, grinning lavishly and thinking again of Johnny's Dollface, not to mention Dragon's delightfully oversized dick. "Well, no. This one's a replica," Dragon replied slowly, "Lyanne put the real thing inside you when she was fucking you last night."
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Part 1