Message-ID: <1556eli$9706202012@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: Path: qz!not-for-mail Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: From: Stephanie Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories,alt.sex.stories.tg,alt.stories.erotic,alt.sex.stories.moderated Subject: REPOST TG: Miss-placed (5/10) by Stephanie TG: Miss-placed (5/10) Sapphire has come up with a good story competition idea. Her site is at http://www1.mhv.net/sapphire. She even has prizes for the winners! My website is at http://www.geocities.com/WestHollywood/2525. There you'll find out a little about me and where my stories are archived. If you are an author of TG stories and you would like to put a similar page up on that site, let me know. As always, this is an adult story and it should not be read if you are under the age of eighteen. Miss-placed Part Five by Stephanie Sylvia looked at the utter chaos her control room had descended into. She turned back to her head technician. "So, have you worked out what the computer viruses are doing?" she asked him. "There is a pattern behind what they're doing," he replied, "but we still have no idea what they're protecting." Sylvia groaned. The diagnostic programs weren't the best money could buy, but surely they could deal with a hacker! "Ma'am!" A voice called from one of the technicians from his station. "What now?" Sylvia snapped. "We've had another report of a guest getting 'killed' by one of the androids." "Oh, terrific!" she moaned. Sylvia was about to start her own series of diagnostic programs when a thought occurred to her. "Do we know which android was responsible?" "It was the Mark II Yul Brynner Gunslinger, Ma'am." the technician replied. She looked at her head technician. She could see that the same question had occurred to him. "We have nearly thirty different gunslinger models scattered about the place. What are the chances that the same android would do both 'killings'?" He nodded. "We'll bring it in and strip it down. It should be easy to tell if it has been affected by the viruses." * * * * * * * * * * * The midday sun beat down mercilessly. Julian crouched in the shadow of his horse and cursed whoever had designed the clothes that he was wearing. They were totally impractical for doing anything other than, well, looking sexy. Julian had briefly considered stripping off some layers of clothing, but had quickly rejected it. What if someone appeared while he was half-naked? Also, he didn't want to deal with the female body he found himself stuck in. It was bad enough as it was. The proportions of this body were all wrong, and he was weaker than he was used to being. He had spent most of the morning riding out into the land that surrounded Dodge City, but was still in the amusement park itself. A large area around the fake Wild West town was for guests to hide out in after committing jail breaks or bank raids. Julian's spectacular run of bad luck had continued. Two or three hours after his last escape from the Yul Brynner lookalike gunslinger, his horse had broken. One moment it had been plodding along the dirt track, and the next it had come to a complete stop. Now, Julian crouched in what little shade the horse provided. He was trying to work out what to do. He was relatively safe outside Dodge City, but he had to get back into town to reach the control center. At the same time, he had to avoid that homicidal Yul Brynner android, as well as any lecherous employees. He felt sweat rolling down between his breasts. Julian had decided to wait until the sun was lower in the sky before moving on. As he sat there, he found himself worrying about Martin. He had seen Martin's android body lifeless on the ground, and he still found it a bit disturbing. In reality, Martin's position was far better than Julian's. He was probably back on his feet now, while Julian was stuck out under a broken horse. It just summed up his whole vacation. * * * * * * * * * * * "What is it now?" asked Sylvia wearily. "We just lost all the larger animals." replied her equally-tired head technician. "Lost them?" "They've all frozen. Every horse in the whole place has just become a statue." Sylvia sighed and leaned back in her chair. She hadn't gotten any real sleep since the rogue programs in the system had been detected. Her team's latest attempt to remove them had failed miserably. In response, the viruses had corrupted the program responsible for controlling most of the animals. "Is there any good news?" "Ummm...no. The Yul Brynner gunslinger has disappeared. It isn't where it's supposed to be. We can't send a recall signal due to the loss of the communication system." Sylvia rubbed her eyes. "Come on, lets get out of here. They should just be about to resurrect Brynner's last victim." * * * * * * * * * * * Martin slowly woke up. He tried to remember where he was. There was a bright light in the ceiling above his head. This wasn't Dodge City. He looked around, and realized that he was back in the sleep chamber. He was back in his real body. That meant that nothing stood between the gunslinger and "Julia"! A nurse ran over when Martin cried out. "It's okay," she said. "Look, I have to get back into Dodge City," Martin said urgently. "I left a friend in quite some danger." He tried to get up. He felt a little weak and his head span. The nurse pushed him back down onto the bed. "Please, Mr Isaacs. You're still recovering from the sleep chamber. Your friend will be okay. Nothing is real in there, remember?" "Mr Isaacs?" Martin turned his head to see a smartly-dressed woman standing in the doorway. He vaguely remembered her as the tour guide who had welcomed them to Dodge City. She walked over to Martin's bed. "I'm Sylvia Mendes. I'd like to talk to you about what happened while you were in Dodge City." "I'd like to help, but I have to stop a bald psychopath getting to my friend." Martin struggled up into a sitting position. "How long have I been out?" "Several hours," replied Sylvia. "It's not standard procedure to return you to your real body. Normally we just repair your android body. Then we return you to Dodge City. You wake up in your room and carry on your vacation." "So, why have you brought me back here?" Martin asked, desperately wanting to get back into Dodge City. Julia might still be in trouble. He just hoped that the gunslinger hadn't got to her yet. "I'll be blunt. We're having difficulties with the computer system. Somehow we think it has affected the programming of our Yul Brynner model android." Martin's eyes widened. "That was the one that gunned me down! You're telling me it's out of control? What will it do with Julia when it catches up with her?" "Julia?" asked Sylvia. "I was looking after her. She's been pursued by your android ever since she arrived there." "She'll be all right." Sylvia said reassuringly. "Yeah, right. Did you know that you put her in the wrong body?" "What are you talking about?" Sylvia asked, with a sick feeling in her stomach. "Julia Matthews is her name. She was in a total panic when I first met her. She was being pursued by your Yul Brynner psycho-robot." Sylvia groaned. Everything seemed to be leading back to that one android. She put on her best public-relations voice. "Mr Isaacs, we're going to do everything we can to resolve this problem. We'll locate your friend and resolve this immediately. I'll put all my people on to this." "What about me?" asked Martin. "Can I go back in?" He didn't trust these people an inch. If they hadn't noticed that they'd misplaced one of their guests, what chance did they have of finding her? Sylvia was a little uneasy about that request. At that moment she had virtually no faith in the equipment. However, she'd be risking her job if she stopped him going back into Dodge City. Despite repeated requests to her boss, she hadn't been given permission to shut down the site. "Well, okay. We'll keep you informed on your friend." She walked back to the control center with her head technician. "I want someone to make sure that he gets back into the right body. Then I want physical checks on ALL the guests. Then get that damn android!" * * * * * * * * * * * It was past noon now, but the day was getting hotter. Julian had abandoned the horse and had gone looking for somewhere he could hold out in for the night. In his heavy dress and high-heeled boots, he was feeling really uncomfortable. Julian was really starting to feel the heat. After an hour or so of walking he reached a river. It was slow, not particularly large, and looked really cool. He sat down on the bank and pulled off his boots. Soon he was on his back with his feet dangling in the river. He had only planned to rest for a little while, but the water felt so refreshing as it brushed past his feet. He found it difficult to relax, though. His corset was digging into his side. Julian had been wearing it continuously for nearly a day, and he was really getting sick of it. Julian stood up and removed his dress. It was too damn hot to be wearing it. He was alone out there. He hadn't seen a trace of another person all day. Even so, he kept checking in all directions as he undressed. Julian's corset was soft pink in color and laced up at the back. He loosened it enough to drop it to the ground. It was nice to be able to breathe deeply again. A warm breeze washed across his breasts, and he realized he was naked apart from a pair of silk panties. Julian hefted his breasts in his hands. He still could not accept that he now had breasts. Well, that wouldn't be the case for long. If his luck had turned, Martin would have informed the Dodge City staff of what was happening. Then they'd wake him up, and this nightmare would be over. How long was it going to take? Julian sighed. He got dressed again, but decided to leave the corset off. His breasts wouldn't be under control, but that corset hurt too much. His breasts swayed about with every movement now. Julian realized he'd have to be careful that they didn't pop out of his low-cut dress. He had just climbed back into his blood-red dress when he heard a noise behind him in. Julian turned around to see a figure scrambling down the slope to the river. He was trapped! * * * * * * * * * * * Martin woke up back in the jail. Standing over him was an undertaker. He sat up and got his bearings. He was in the sheriff's office where Julia had spent the previous night. "Is everything okay, Mr Isaacs?" the undertaker asked. "Umm...yeah. I'll be fine." replied Martin. "Good, I'll have to go. Things are getting a bit hectic out there." The undertaker turned and hurried outside. Martin headed to his gun cabinet. He loaded and checked his gun. Then he pulled out a rifle. With this he hoped to have a better chance against the Yul Brynner gunslinger. The street outside was crowded. Most of the guests were crowded around a man in a modern style suit. He was trying to reassure the guests. The android population continued their daily activities as if nothing was happening. In the middle of the street, a carriage had stopped dead. The driver was trying to urge the horses back into motion, but they were like statues. Martin noticed that his horse was missing. None of the android population would have taken it. He had to find Julia before that mad android got hold of her. Martin prayed he wasn't already too late. Martin looked across the street. There, as always, was old Gabby. He spent all of the day out on a rocking chair in front of his shop. Gabby was, of course, a computer controlled android, but there was a chance that he had seen where Julia had gone. "Good to see yer back on yer feet, sheriff!" the old man said as Martin approached. "Thanks, Gabby. I need your help." "Sure, sheriff. Anything I can do." "After I was shot, what happened to the girl I was guarding?" Martin asked. The old man smiled. "Oh yeah, I remember her. Pretty, young thing. She took your horse and rode off east." "Thanks Gabby!" The old man was only an android, but it was hard not to think of it as a real person. Martin headed eastwards out of town. It was impossible to tell which way she had gone. He would just have to hope that he could find her in time. He dreaded to think of what would happen if the gunslinger reached her first. * * * * * * * * * * * "Have you tracked down that woman Isaacs was talking about?" Sylvia asked. "Not exactly," replied the nervous young technician. "What does that mean?" she snapped. The technician pointed to the screen. "There's no Julia Matthews listed in our records, but there is a Julian Matthews. According to the readouts, he's in the correct android body." "Get someone out there and physically confirm it!" She went back to her console and sat down. "We're going to get sued big time for this." She looked at the banks of sophisticated computers. All told, this operation had cost close to half a billion dollars to set up and it had still failed to stop one hacker from wreaking chaos. "Ma'am," called the technician, "one of the repair crew has gotten to the hotel." "And?" she replied impatiently. "They've found two inactivated android hosts. One of them is Julian Matthews and the other is Anthony McCarthy." "We've lost two?" Sylvia could just see the lawsuit Matthews would file after this was over. "Okay. Disconnect Matthews and McCarthy from the system and try to keep them calm." Sylvia headed for her office. She was going to have to call her superiors. They weren't going to be happy about this latest development. Dodge City would have to be shut down completely for several days while the computers were cleaned. Before she could leave the main control room, however, the lights flickered, and red warning lights started flashing on several boards. "What the hell is going on now?" Sylvia's head technician didn't reply for several seconds as he absorbed the readouts from several screens. Finally he said, "We've just about lost everything." Sylvia went to a spare console and punched in a few diagnostic commands. The computer failed to acknowledge the instructions. She went to the guest management section. She should have been able to return every guest to their real body from that console, but nothing worked there either. "Is there any way to get the guests out of their android bodies?" Her head technician thought for a moment. "Without the computer, we can't remove them remotely. The shock to the guest could be dangerous, but with the backup equipment in the sleep chambers it should be possible to remove them. The android hosts will have to be physically plugged into the backup, though." "Okay," replied Sylvia, "I'm shutting us down. Use every available member of staff and escort the guests down to the sleep chambers. Wake them up as fast and as safely as you can." She turned and headed to her office. She was going to have to tell her bosses that she was shutting Dodge City down. They weren't going to like that. * * * * * * * * * * * Several hours later, Martin was walking along a recent horse trail. He couldn't shake the belief that he was heading in the wrong direction. These fears were washed away by relief when he saw his horse. Like all the other horses in Dodge City, it was completely still. There was no sign of Julia. Where was she? Martin found one set of tracks leading away from the horse. There were no others. That meant he wasn't too late! He had beaten the gunslinger to Julia! He followed the tracks as quickly as he could. Occasionally he lost them, but he was always able to find them again. Half an hour after finding the horse, Martin finally reached Julia. He was climbing a rise, and as he reached the top, a river came into view. Looking down, he saw a sight that made his jaw drop. There was Julia, clad only in a silky pair of panties. God, he thought, she's beautiful. Martin dropped down behind a small bush so that Julia wouldn't see him. Her body was perfect. Her skin was flawless, and her breasts... Martin's cock was pressing tightly into his pants. He wondered if he had any chance of making it with Julia. As he watched, she cupped her ample, yet firm, breasts in her hands. Martin realized that she was probably almost as unfamiliar with her body as he was. He wondered what her real body was like. It couldn't possibly look as good as the one she had now, but maybe they could get together after all this was over. Julia picked up her red dress and struggled back into it. Martin felt a little embarrassed at having spied on her. He stood up and headed down the slope towards the river. Julian heard someone behind him as he saw a figure scrambling down the slope towards him. His first reaction was that the gunslinger had caught up with him. He staggered backwards and screamed. "It's all right!" the figure said. That was Martin's voice! Julian almost collapsed in relief. "I thought it was that psychotic android." Martin brushed himself down. "I haven't seen him since my body was repaired. Maybe they recalled it back to the repair center. I managed to tell them about you." "Oh, thank God." Julian smiled in relief. At last it was nearly over, but if they knew, why was he still in this female body? "Why am I still here then?" "Their computer system is in total chaos. It'll be a miracle if they can get anyone out at the moment." Julian sighed. More delays, but at least they knew what was going on now. He looked at Martin. "Thanks for coming back in after me." Martin shrugged. "I couldn't leave you alone out here, could I?" They just smiled at each other in silence for a few seconds. Finally, Martin said. "We need to find some shelter for the night. It'll get cold soon." Together, they looked for a place to stay the night. Julian relaxed for the first time that day. It was almost over, and Martin would protect him until the Dodge City staff finally got everything working again. Several miles away from where they were looking for shelter, a figure stood up, listening intently. He was certain that had been a woman's scream, but did it belong to Julia? Gareth had had no luck in finding her, despite having searched all day. Well, he had nothing to lose by checking it out. He started walking towards where the sound had come from. 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