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THE NEEDLE AND THE DUNGEON
(c) 1998 by MichaelD38@aol.com
Disclaimer and Author's Note:
This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real persons is
unintentional and strictly coincidental. Although some real places and
organizations are referenced here, no relationship or approval is intended or
should be inferred.
This work contains explicit descriptions of sexual activity, and anyone
offended by such things should read no further. If reception of this work is
illegal due to your age or other repressive local regulations, liability for
downloading it is your problem, not mine. This work is intended solely for
the quiet and private enjoyment of adults, and any other use is a violation
of the copyright. Reposting and archiving is permitted, except where a fee
of any sort is required or earned for access (including banner sites and fee-
based age validation methods), provided this disclaimer and note remain
attached to the story. All other rights are reserved.
**ANOTHER NOTE** and important word of warning: This story contains
much stronger stuff than what I usually post. I began this as an entry in
Celeste's virtual reality story contest, but it turned into something much
too long and complicated to submit on time. It contains descriptions of
simulated (i.e., virtual) bondage, domination, sadomasochism (some of it
quite extreme), and a couple of scenes that could arguably be considered
beastiality, although all the participants are human. It also gets stronger
as it goes along, so if the first few scenes are too much for you, I would
not go any further. If you decide to ignore this warning and get squicked
anyway, don't write me complaining about it.
There is, however, a coherent rationale for what goes in here. This
story, in part, asks the question: How far would you really go if you could
explore your fantasies in an environment free of risk and consequence? Lest
you be turned off already, be assured that the interaction is all consensual
(in addition to being technically "make-believe"), and I can promise you that
the characters in this story are as complex and realistic as any in my other
works. And, as in everything I seem to write, there is also a romance
running through it.
This is about half as long as OCB (about 57,000 words), so like that
story, I am breaking it up to post it.
**A FURTHER NOTE** Regarding Part 3: This part is the conclusion to the
story, and if you have been reading along so far, you should have a good idea
of what is coming up. (If you haven't, find Parts 1 & 2 and come back.)
David's warning to Ashley about level 15 of the Dungeon applies equally well
to you. This story is not for the squeamish or easily offended. Proceed at
your own risk.
If you missed a chapter, feel free to e-mail me, and I will be happy to
supply the missing pieces. Intelligent comments and criticisms will receive
appropriate responses. Flames and juvenile slobbering go straight to the
recycling bin.
**********************
PART THREE
XXI.
A week later, they returned to Geneva to find Ashley an obstetrician.
David gave her a credcard and flew back to Berlin to meet with some of his
lawyers and company managers. He had decided to market the Needlebots, and
it would take a couple of weeks to work out the details.
Ashley spent a few days in the most expensive suite in the Hotel Geneva
while racking up purchases at Chanel, Armani, Tiffany's, and a dozen other
overpriced boutiques. She spent an entire day a local spa getting massaged,
primped and pampered. She bought a Ferrari at the Geneva dealership (just to
see if she could), and when they realized who she was, they even helped
expedite her application for a Swiss driver's license. None of it put a dent
in the card's credit limits.
She drove back to Gstaad and spent more money on food and riding the
gondolas to the tops of the surrounding mountains. After a week in which she
had spent close to a million dollars (much-though far from all of it-on the
car) she had to admit that she was deceiving herself. Throwing that much
money around was fun, but it wasn't what she wanted to do.
Something David had said to her kept popping back into her mind, and it
wasn't his admonitions about level fifteen. She worked her way up the
Dungeon from level one, he had said. No one else has done that. Not even
Ashley, who had completed levels twelve, thirteen and fourteen easier than
anyone else. But Jill, the suicidal Jill, had. As much as Ashley wanted to
finish the series, she had begun to feel as if she needed to back up before
she got to the end. It was like reading the last half of a book without ever
looking at the beginning.
When she returned to the house, she found her purchases neatly stacked
in the front hall, delivered while she was gone.
"I can see you've been having quite the good time," Jasmine said.
"It was nice. I miss David."
"He called to tell me it would take another week. He's in Tokyo
today."
"I talked to him yesterday. He was in Seoul."
She carried her boxes of new things into her room and began putting
them away.
"These are lovely clothes you bought."
"Thanks. Like the watch?"
She held up the diamond-studded Rolex she'd bought.
"It's beautiful."
Once it was all put away, she called Melissa, who shrieked when she
realized who was calling.
"It's the fugitive from justice! Where are you?"
"Gstaad. He has a house here."
"You will not believe the way it's been here since you guys took off.
It's been such a scandal. Your dad was complaining to anyone who would
listen about David. Did he really burn down the lab?"
"I shouldn't talk about that. His lawyers are dealing with it."
"Oh. Well I won't make you violate attorney-client privilege or
whatever it is. I can't believe it's gone. I never got to finish the
Chestelaine stuff. God, I'm going to miss him."
"This is sort of a secret, but David is going to sell the bots. His
company is going to start marketing them. The system will probably cost
about a gazillion dollars, but it's not gone."
"You're kidding. When?"
"I don't know. He's been gone a week or so working it out."
"You're alone? What have you been doing?"
"Spending money and sightseeing. He gave me a credcard and turned me
loose."
"Oh, God, I hate you. What did you buy?"
"A lot of clothes. Some jewelry. And a car."
"A car? He let you buy a car? What kind?"
"Um, a Ferrari."
"Oh! God! Are you ever coming home? Or have you officially graduated
to pampered mistress status?"
"I don't know about David, but I'll be back eventually. How are my
folks doing? If you know."
"Well, I don't know about your mom, but your dad has gone psycho from
what I could tell. He was on TV a few times bitching about David."
Melissa's face suddenly fell.
"Oh, um, that reminds me. Your dad was saying you're pregnant. Is it
true?"
"Yeah."
"David?"
"Yeah."
"Since when?"
"About ten weeks. I didn't want to tell anyone until I decided what to
do. Telling my folks is what caused that fight when I moved out."
"Oh. So what are you going to do?"
"We're going to keep it."
"We?"
"Yeah. David has been so cool, even when I get moody about it."
"Are you going to get married?"
"We haven't talked about it. It's too soon for me to even think about
that."
"Okay. Because you can't do it without my being there."
"I know. I promise."
Melissa picked up the phone and carried it to her bed.
"So I guess you never got to finish the Dungeon, huh?"
"No, but it's not because of the lab burning. He has one here. He
just doesn't want me to do level fifteen being pregnant."
"Yeah. That might be risky. Or would it? I thought it was all in
your head?"
"That's what I thought too. But you know how it takes a lot out of
your system. I understand what he means, I just can't stand the idea of
giving up on it."
"You think you might do it anyway?"
"I'm thinking about it. He's going to be gone another week. At the
very least, I want to do a couple of the other programs."
"Well, be careful. I'd hate to think you were causing birth defects or
something."
"Ashley, I don't think this is a good idea. Not without Dr. Nelson
being here."
"You're the one who runs everything, right?"
"Yes. But I'd feel more comfortable with him here."
"Did he say not to use it while he was gone?"
A long pause.
"No. But I know the two of you talked about this."
"He just said not to do level fifteen, and I'm not. Jesus Christ, this
is level one we're talking about. How could it possibly hurt me after
everything else I've done?"
Another pause.
"All right. I'll start it up."
She was driving along Lake Geneva in her new Ferrari. She wore one of
her new Chanel suits, and she noticed the display on the dash computer said,
"12:15: Lunch with Melissa at Ristorante Luigi." It was 12:17, so she was
running late. She pressed down harder on the gas.
About thirty seconds later, she heard a weee-ooo, weee-ooo behind her.
In the rearview display she saw the flashing blue lights of a Swiss police
car. She pulled off the road into an alley. The police car pulled in behind
her, and a tall man in a uniform climbed out. He walked up to her window.
"Ihr f�hrerschein, bitte."
"Um, Anglais, si'l vous plait?"
She spoke French, but not German.
"Your driver's license, please."
She handed it to him. The police officer was quite handsome, but wore
a severe, humorless look on his face. His blond hair was close cropped under
his helmet, and he spoke with a crisp, clipped accent.
"There is a problem with your license. Please step out of the car."
She did.
"What's wrong?"
"You are an American, yes?"
"Yes."
"It is illegal for tourists to possess driver's licenses without the
proper residence permit. Also, you are three years too young. The driving
age in Switzerland is twenty-one."
"Oh."
"There is a heavy fine. I will have to take you to the station."
"I can't leave my car here."
"Your car will likely be confiscated."
"What? You can't take my car!"
He glared at her.
"You are a tourist who has already broken several laws. Perhaps I
could find something wrong with your visa and passport?"
"This isn't fair. You're making this up."
He appraised her slowly, and a different look came into his eye.
"Under certain circumstances, these violations could be overlooked."
She had spent enough time in Switzerland dealing with its scrupulously
correct civil servants that it took her a second or two to realize what he
was getting at. But his stare down into her ample, Chanel-accented cleavage
left little doubt. She couldn't resist a sly smile.
"Um, I don't want to get in trouble. I'll do whatever you want."
"Come with me."
He led her back to his car, which she now realized (or had it just
changed?) was actually a small van. Once inside, he slid the door shut.
"Remove your clothes."
She did, and discovered that she wore expensive, intricate lingerie
(which she had not bought the week before) under the suit. The police
officer opened his pants, freeing his penis, but remained clothed.
"Kneel."
He spanked her a couple of times, then entered her from behind.
Although she got into it quickly, his "lovemaking" was straightforward and
uninspired. She came twice as he finished, and then the program ended.
She raised her head in the bot, feeling utterly unsatisfied.
"That's it?"
"The series starts very mild. From one to fifteen, it's close to an
exponential progression."
"Well, start level two then. That was hardly worth the effort."
"You don't want to rest?"
"From what? That was nothing."
"All right. One moment."
In level two, she found herself in Marine Corps Basic Training. After
screwing up in an inspection, she had sex with her Drill Sergeant. Level
three took her by surprise. She and David were in Bora-Bora on their
honeymoon (their honeymoon? Who was writing this?). He expressed a desire
for some of what she had gone through in the Dungeon, then tied her up with
her scarves. He spanked her and tickled her for a few minutes, then made
love to her. It was more enjoyable that the first two, but hardly what she
had been expecting.
She took a break after level three and ate lunch. She rested a bit and
returned to the lab.
In level four, things finally began to get interesting. She was just
out of law school, trying her first case. From the moment the judge
appeared, she made one mistake after another. Finally, he summoned her to
his chambers and told her she had a choice: submit to him or he would report
her to the Bar Association. No mystery what choice she took. He made her
crawl around his chambers on her hands and knees while he swatted her with a
riding crop. Then (he proved to have nothing on under his robes) he had sex
with her on his bench back in the courtroom.
Level five, as Kaitlyn had told her a few months back, was the
schoolgirl-principal sequence. She seemed to be somewhere in seventh or
eighth grade, and the teacher caught her cheating on a test. She was sent to
the principal's office, where he administered a series of swats to her rear
with a yardstick. She sassed him as much as possible hoping to increase her
punishment, but it seemed to make little difference. Then she serviced him
on his desk.
By then, it was evening, and she finally was worn out. She went to
bed wondering what the next few sequences would be like.
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