Nanotechnology

Joe Garner was a graduate student. His specialty was the new field of
Nanotechnology, which deals with creating microscopically-tiny machines.
Machines so small that they can move individual atoms around; build and
modify molecules, etc. The nanomachines can also be programmed, and they
can build copies of themselves--so that the numbers of the tiny robots can
become truly astronomical in a very short time.

Joe was a brilliant student--a real "nerd". He was also somewhat pudgy and
unattractive, which made him a complete social outcast, especially with the
coeds on campus.

Joe was tired of loneliness and rejection. So he began some 'individual
research'.

In his lab was elaborate equipment for designing, programming, and testing
nanomachines--everyone in the lab called them 'nanos' for short. Joe began
spending all his free time in the lab, working on the local supercomputer.

His design for a nano was unique and original--certainly he would have
been awarded a Ph.D. if he had used it in his thesis. But he had other
plans for his creation.

Joe knew that nanos could enter human cells: 'infect' them like a virus.
But the body has no immune defenses to nanomachines. Joe reasoned that,
if he could infect the body with the right sort of nanomachines, he could
cause any alteration in the body of the subject he wished, simply by
programming the nanos to alter the DNA and cell structure of the subject.
Theoretically, there was literally nothing that the nanos couldn't do. They
could cure disease. Grant immortality. And....other things.

Joe's long hours at the console were spent in a quest for a nano which
would infect the girls who had rejected him for so long. Once inside the
body of a female, they would begin replicating. Then, when there were
enough of them--billions--circulating in the bloodstream, they would begin
their real work.

First, and simplest, were the physical changes. Joe told the computer, in
very specialized language, something like this:

"Subject to be hairless, except for scalp and eyebrows/eyelashes. Teeth
retractable. Saliva consistency similar to K-Y jelly."

He also arranged for the nanos to alter the physical appearance of the
woman, to conform with those attributes he found most attractive and
sexually exciting. Her breasts would grow to remarkable size, yet would
retain their firmness. Her general muscle tone and skin texture would be
'improved'. Her hair would become long and silky.

Next, and much more difficult, Joe included mental changes. The nanos
were capable of re-arranging the synaptic connections within the brain, and
of changing the neurotransmitters and receptors within the brain. This
meant that they could control memories, thoughts, habits, reflexes, and
beliefs. Basically, he programmed his nanos to create a loving sex slave.
Any female exposed to the nanos would become submissive, subservient, and
completely obedient to her 'master'. She would literally do anything she
was told, instantly and without hesitation. She would be deeply and
completely in love with her master, unable to do anything which would
harm his interests or hurt him in any way. She would retain her memories
and personality--Joe didn't want a Zombie--but would become the ultimate
sexual plaything.

He also arranged for the her to be a 'perfect' hypnotic subject. With a
word from her Master, she would enter a profound hypnotic trance. In
fact, due to the physical modifications to her brain, Joe called this
"meta-hypnosis"--it was beyond normal hypnosis. For once in this
trance, literally any aspect of the subject's mind could be adjusted by
a simple command. Beliefs, behaviors, emotions, thoughts--all could be
altered at will.

Joe had the nanos add one other feature to his dream girl. He included
new structures in her brain and flesh which would act as sensors and
receptors for unique proteins found only in his body fluids. An
infected female would not realize that anything had happened to
her--until she came in contact with one of the `trigger proteins'.
Then, and only then, would the mental and physical changes begin.

After months of long nights with the computer, simulator, and nano
synthesis equipment, Joe had a sample of his 'special' nano. He held up the
vial, looking at the pale blue powder within it with bleary, bloodshot eyes.
The vial contained two cubic centimeters of his nano. He carefully
removed a tiny sample, and placed it in a replication chamber. Then he
went to bed.

In the morning, the chamber contained over a gallon of pale blue liquid,
swarming with trillions of identical copies of his nano. He filled an
atomizer with the liquid, and put the remainder in a large container. The
container, and his original vial, together with his notes and optical disks,
went into a safe in his apartment.

Joe decided to test the nano on a human subject. He already had one in
mind. Wendy Tsumita, a beautiful oriental coed who lived in his
apartment complex. Wendy was a cheerleader, very popular with the jocks
on the football team. Word was, she was a tease and something of a
prude. Her motto was 'look but don't touch'. The scuttlebutt was that
nobody--even the team captain--had got beyond first base with her. But
every man on campus dreamed of doing so.

Wendy had always ignored Joe; in fact, she had been cold and arrogant
when he said 'hi'. Joe knew Wendy's schedule. A few minutes before she
left for class, he went to the door of her apartment and emptied the
atomizer into the air. Clouds of nanos filled the air. They'd circulate for
hours in the corridor. If Wendy inhaled only one nano, it would be
sufficient. With the incredible replication rate, her body would be
saturated
with nanos in a few hours.

He watched from a distance as she left the apartment. Later that day, he
saw her return. He knew she would be feeling 'ill'; the nano infection
would seem to her like the flu. She'd have a fever, chills, and a bad
headache. He imagined her entering her apartment, taking an aspirin, and
going to bed.

By the following morning (Saturday), he knew, Wendy would be feeling
better. At six in the morning, he knocked on her door. She came to the
door in a bathrobe, looking cross at being awakened so early on a weekend.
When she saw that it was Joe, she became even angrier. "What is it? What
do you want?" she demanded in an irritated tone.

For answer, Joe smiled, and produced a small squirt gun. It was filled
with his fresh semen (he'd had nanos replicate it to make enough to fill the
water gun). He aimed, and fired a large glob directly at Wendy's face.
The sperm hit her in the left eye, and began oozing down her cheek. She
gasped, and began to say something. But her eyes suddenly widened, then
fluttered shut, as her modified system 'recognized' the trigger proteins.
Wendy collapsed.

Joe was ready for this. He grabbed her limp body, pulled it inside her
apartment, and closed and locked the door.

He undressed her, and was pleased to see that beneath the robe, she wore a
skimpy, silky baby-doll nightie. He fondled and caressed her body,
delighting in her helplessness. She would be unconscious for an hour or
two, he knew, as the nanos completed their programming of her mind. He
explored her dresser while he waited, grinning at the large quantity of sexy
panties and other lovely undies in her drawers.

Finished with his exploration of her clothing, he wandered through the
apartment. He grinned at the thought of this violation of her privacy.
She would soon have NO privacy; NO secrets at all from Joe.

He checked on Wendy; found her still unconcious. He amused himself by
fondling her body, exploring and probing her as she slept on.

Soon, she began to stir and show signs of awakening. Wendy's eyes
fluttered open. She saw Joe, and her eyes widened. "Master..." she
whispered. At the sight of him, her body shuddered in orgasmic delight.
Her expression was one of total love, religious/sexual awe, and complete
submission.

Joe noted with pleasure that her voice had been altered according to his
plan. It was still recognizable as her voice, but was somehow childlike
and sexy at the same time. Her entire affect, her way of behaving, had
been altered. Wendy would act like a precocious, sexy, child. She
would relate to him as her Master and her Daddy, and would be
helplessly, lovingly, obedient.

"Wendy, kneel here," he ordered.

She knelt before him, head lowered in meek submission.

"Slave, are you ready to begin your service to me?" Joe said.

"Oh, yes, Lord, please let me serve you," she replied.

"Do you remember how you treated me in the past?"

"Yes, Master, I am sorry..."

"Now you will make amends for your cruelty, Wendy. You will serve me
gladly, worshipfully, and unquestioningly. You are my slave, my plaything,
and I shall use you and use you, and you will love every moment of it.
Isn't that so, Wendy?"

"Oh, yes, Master. Please use me...."

"You are my property; body and soul, and all you have is mine. You have
no rights, only duties; no dignity, only obedience. Your flesh shall serve
mine, for the rest of your life. You shall think only of my pleasure and
happiness; never of your own. Your last thought, before you fall asleep,
will be of pleasuring me; and your first thought, upon awakening, shall be
of pleasuring me further. Do you understand, girl?"

"Yes, my Lord."

"You shall have no privacy--no secrets from me, Wendy. All that you
have, all that you are, all that you do, must be openly and fully shared
with me. I own your body--your flesh, Wendy, and it exists only to serve
and please me. I must have access to you and your body at any and all
times. I will take you whenever and wherever I wish, and you will
submit gladly. We shall share an intimacy such as has never been known
between a man and a woman, Wendy, for you must reveal EVERYthing about
your body, your life, and your mind--to me."

Wendy sighed. "I understand, Lord."

"Do you know what has happened to you--what I have done to you?" he
asked.

"No, Master; only that I am yours and must love, serve, and obey."

He told her how he had changed her.

"Wendy, the nanos which inhabit your body will be with you for the rest
of your life; they cannot ever be removed or defeated. Nor do you wish to
remove them. Furthermore, they are contagious; you will infect every
female you come near, since the nanos will be exhaled with every breath
you take. You will be the first agent of the transformation of your sisters
into my servants--for all females must serve."

"Oh, yes, Master!"

"Monday, you will go out onto the campus to begin spreading the nanos. But
today, I shall use and train you to serve me."

"Please train me, Lord."

There followed an extremely pleasant weekend. Joe delighted in Wendy's
loving submissiveness. He put her through her paces, and found that her
responses were perfect. Chuckling, he realized that he had actually
done it--his domination of this lovely girl was total and complete, and
she was actually an eager, worshipful, and loving slave. He owned her,
body and soul, mind and flesh, and she would do literally anything he
commanded.

What made it even better was that Wendy was fully aware that her
condition was artificial--imposed by Joe--and that she would never have
acted this way 'normally'. She was deeply in love with him, but knew that
her love was involuntary. For Joe, this added a special element of zest to
his mastery of his new love slave; just knowing that she knew, and yet
could not resist, excited him immensely.

Joe was pleased to discover that she was indeed a virgin, a condition which
he soon rectified.

He used her repeatedly, over and over again, in every way that a man can
use a woman. She responded joyously, eagerly, and without hesitation. He
taught her to give oral pleasure, and she quickly learned which techniques
brought him the greatest pleasure. He took her vaginally and anally, and
she begged for more. Wendy was ridden by her Master, ridden until her
body was covered with sweat and semen, her hair a tangled mat of sweat
and sperm. Her orgasms were continuous and shattering in their intensity,
for she was programmed to orgasm whenever she came into contact with his
sperm.

And each time he came, each dose of semen Wendy received, deepened her
devotion to him. With each contact, his mastery became more complete,
more total, and more unbreakable. Joe had programmed her to be addicted
to his semen, literally dependent upon it for her health and life. He
explained this to her, and she accepted it easily. From now on, in her
new life, Wendy must have at least one dose of his fresh semen each
week, or she would sicken and eventually die. And if she did not
receive regular doses, a hunger would begin within her, and grow and
grow: satisfied only when she received Joe's sperm.

In between, as Joe recovered from his last orgasm, he instructed his
slave in the 'rules' which he wanted her to follow.

"Wendy, you are my wife and my servant. You were born to obey and
serve me. This is the reason you live and breathe--the purpose of your
life. Soon there will be other slaves, bound to me as you are. These
will also be my wives--and your sisters, Wendy. There shall be no
jealousy, no friction, among my servants, for all of you shall be as
one, joined in the great work of serving and pleasing me."

"Yes, Master."

"Listen carefully, girl. There are certain rules of dress and of
conduct which you must always obey. When you are with me, alone or with
other slave girls, you must dress only in pretty undies: panties,
half-slips, or baby-doll nighties. You must never cover your breasts
at these times, unless wearing a baby-doll which covers them. You may
wear panty-hose with my permission. You must never go naked, unless by
my direct command, or when bathing. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Lord."

"Wendy, these rules are right, and proper--they represent the only
correct and true way to dress. Isn't that so?"

"Oh, yes, Master..."

"Do you see now how wrong and evil your old ways of dressing were, which
denied men access to your body?"

"Yes, Sir..."

"When you go out, you will dress 'normally', in a manner which will not
cause attention to be drawn to you. Your actions outside our home will
be normal and unobtrusive. You must never do or say anything which
would hurt or harm me, or which would interfere with my will."

"Yes, Great One."

"When you enter my presence, or when I enter a room you are in, you must
curtsey and kneel, lowering your head and eyes to the floor. You must
say, 'How may I serve you, Master?', and wait for my orders."

"Yes, My Lord."

"Wendy, my slaves must avoid direct eye contact with me unless I give
you my permission. You must lower your eyes when speaking to me or
listening to my commands."

"I understand, Master."

"You and the other slaves will each have assigned duties within my
household. These tasks you will perform each day, without being told
to. For anything else--anything at all, Wendy, you must ask
permission. Even to go to the bathroom, understand?"

"Yes, Master."

Joe had his new slave show him all of her clothing, performing a sort of
"fashion show" for him. Most of the items he ordered her to discard. He
allowed her to retain the prettiest underthings, nighties, and panty-
hose. A few miniskirts and sheer blouses for wear 'in the world'. In
the days that followed, he would have her purchase an enormous new
wardrobe, consisting almost entirely of silky, sexy underwear.

Wendy now wore only underthings or baby-doll nighties, as Joe had
commanded. She was completely comfortable wearing these tiny wisps of
nylon; since her Master had ordered her to dress this way, she accepted
it as perfectly proper and right. Joe had 'deprogrammed' Wendy of any
feelings of modesty or body-shame; she literally could not imagine
hiding her body from her owner and Master, yet would conform to
society's normal rules of modesty whenever she went outside on an errand
for Joe. Alone with him, she was literally shameless, with a natural
and easy unconciousness about revealing her flesh to him. Joe loved
watching her. Wendy exposed herself to him thoughtlessly. She never
even tried to keep her knees together, as 'proper' young girls were
taught; it was as if she had never been taught such rules. Joe decided
that all of his girls--the ones that would soon join Wendy--would have
similar 'immodesty' programming.

On Monday morning, Wendy left her apartment, dressed normally. She
walked through the campus, carrying books as if going to class. However,
Wendy was careful to visit nearly every location on campus where large
numbers of students gathered. She paid special attention to all of the
girls' dormatories and the student union. She lingered in the girls'
locker room at the gym, and wandered through the library and student
bookstore.

As she did this, she exhaled billions of tiny nanomachines, which filled
the air. So tiny they would circulate for days, the nanos began
spreading through the campus population. Even a single nano could and
did infect anyone who inhaled it. Men as well as women were infected;
like the women, men would become carriers, able to spread the infection.
They would also become obedient to Joe; Joe had included this 'feature'
primarily to prevent any opposition to him from fathers or boyfriends.

Her tour completed, she hurried home to her Master. She was anxious to
be near him again, so that she could serve and obey him.

Within days, every female on campus had been infected, and the infection
began to move off-campus into the general population.

There was a strange, brief 'flu epidemic' which worried the campus
health authorities; but it was over quickly and they soon forgot about
it.

In the meantime, Joe had developed a new nano. This one was for him.
It was limited to only two functions: it enlarged his penis to truly
heroic size, and enhanced his ability to achieve orgasm. The new nano
enabled Joe to have nearly unlimited male orgasms, and increased his
production of sperm by an order of magnitude. He didn't quite come in
buckets, but he came close.

One day, Joe, accompanied by Wendy and two other slavegirls, visited
Holly Hill School. This was a combined elementary/junior high school.
Everyone in the school was already infected with the nanos. Joe and his
girls entered the office area; the girls quickly sprayed all the office
workers with semen. Then, quickly, the principal, nurse, and all the
counselors were enslaved.

Joe called a meeting of the senior staff: the principal, nurse, and all
the counselors. Wendy and the others also attended.

"All right. You all know what needs to be done: we need to give samples
to all of the kids here. Boys as well as girls; we don't want any
resistance. Suggestions?"

The nurse said, "we could announce a vaccination drive, like for
polio..."

One of the counselors said, "But some parents don't want their kids to
get vaccine in school. Others might become suspicious..."

"How about a 'hearing test' or screening?", asked the principal.

"Yes. We could bring the kids in one class at a time, then run them
through one by one," said the nurse.

Joe smiled. "Do it."

Soon, Joe, Wendy, Carolyn, and Susanne were each installed in small
cubicles in the nurse's area. Each had buckets of Joe's semen. One by
one, the students of the school were brought into the cubicles.

Little Amy Walter was ushered into Joe's cubicle by the nurse. Joe
liked what he saw. She was eight, blonde, blue-eyed, and angelic. She
wore a frilly blue dress which matched her eyes. Joe smiled, and
without saying a word, directed a glob of semen at her face.

When she regained conciousness, Joe gave her an abbreviated version of
his standard command set, then ordered her to stand.

"Amy, lift your dress...higher...that's right."

She stood, facing him, her tiny white panties looking cute against her
smooth skin.

He briefly fondled her tiny butt, and gave her a vial. "You know what
to do with this," he said.

"Yes, Master. I must give some to my parents and my big sister, then
call the number you gave me."

"You may go now, Amy. You must not tell anyone what has happened to you
here. I will come to you soon; then you will begin your service."

"Thank you, Lord."

In the other cubicles, similar scenes were being played out. Soon,
every student, teacher, and staff member in the school belonged to Joe.
In short order, the parents and siblings of the students were his as
well.

The girls began to wear tiny mini-skirts on campus. Some wore even
less, following his usual dress code.

Joe spent several days in the school, wandering the halls and
classrooms, enjoying the services of his new slaves. As he moved about
the campus, girls would curtsey before him, always saying, "How may I
serve you, Lord?"

Sometimes he would gather a group of young girls, teaching them to
give head or other forms of pleasure. Sometimes he would take an older
girl while others watched, entranced.

Back on campus, Joe continued 'collecting' new slaves.

Like a small child in a candy store, Joe wandered through the campus,
armed with his semen-filled squirt gun. Soon he had multiplied his
stable of loving slavegirls to over 20. He and they had moved into a
large mansion off-campus, which had been provided by a suddenly-
cooperative wealthy widow who had been infected by the nanos.

There, he created his vision of paradise on earth. Surrounded by
lovely, obedient girls, Joe lounged, dressed only in a loose robe. He
was careful to show no favoritism to any single girl, but to use each
equally. The one exception was Wendy, who was special because she was
his first slave. Wendy stayed close by his side, and had the function
of body slave. She was with him continually, even when he rode other
girls, watching happily as her sisters gave pleasure.

From time to time, he would send one of his slaves out to spread the
nanos; every few days, he would wander out to acquire new servants.
Before long, the mansion was home to nearly 100 devoted sex slaves. The
girls occupied a suite of 'harem rooms' which Joe had created out of
several of the largest rooms in the mansion.

His girls lounged on dozens of huge, soft pillows. All were dressed
only in filmy undies. Each girl wore a golden ankle bracelet which
contained her name, date of birth, and the date she had 'joined' Joe's
"family". Each girl also wore a tiny tag showing her name pinned to the
front of her panties.

The scene resembled a gigantic slumber party, filled with beautiful,
happy, devoted girls.

The 'stable' consisted primarily of the lovliest girls from the college
campus, but there were teenagers from the local high school and even a
few pretty pre-pubescent nymphets from the junior high and elementary
schools.

Joe surveyed the scene with deep satisfaction. He was surrounded by
lovely, obedient, young women. Their smooth flesh belonged to him. They
were loving, worshipful slaves, completely devoted to his pleasure and
happiness. Each thought of him as her god--everything she did in his
service was an act of religious love.

He owned their lives, quite literally. (The other day, he'd actually
proven it--by ordering one of them to take her own life. She had
suicided instantly, without a moment's hesitation. Joe had nanos digest
her body.)

Spotting an empty pillow, he walked over to it and half-sat, half
reclined on it. Immediately, four of his girls who were nearest his
pillow joined him there.

"How may I serve, Lord," they all asked, in lilting, soft, sexy voices.
He looked them over. Already there were too many for him to know all
their names; he read them from the girls' nametags.

Judy was about 17 years old, blonde and blue-eyed. She wore only filmy
pink nylon bikini panties.

Leslie was 20. She had long black hair and porcelain-white skin. Leslie
was wearing a semi-transparent half-slip and flowered panties.

Jennifer was 10, with coltish long legs and tiny nubbin breasts. She
had big green eyes and long brown hair. Jenny wore a pale blue
baby-doll nightie.

Laura was an 18-year-old Japanese girl. She had enormous breasts and
soft brown eyes. She had on gold nylon panties and a pair of
panti-hose.

Joe smiled at them, and said, "Laura, you may give head."

Instantly, the oriental slave knelt before him and began licking,
kissing and sucking his cock. As she did this, he cuddled little
Jennifer, gently probing and caressing her body. She squirmed and
giggled happily as he did this, all the time watching Laura with wide
eyes.

"Jenny, do you see what she's doing?"

"Uh huh."

"Have you ever done that before?"

"No, Master," she replied.

"Well, why don't you join Laura there, and see if you can do what she is
doing. Laura will teach you what to do."

Jenny happily joined Laura, who by now was sucking a fully-erect cock.

The two began taking turns giving head; while Jenny struggled to get the
huge member into her mouth and throat, Laura murmured encouragement and
occasional instructions: "Tighter, Jenny; that's right....Use your
tongue...swirl it around the tip...good..."

Joe pulled Leslie and Judy to him; Leslie began sucking his nipples
while Judy kissed him deeply. Joe's hands were moving over Judy and
Leslie, lingering at their tits, gently stroking the "V" of their
panties.

Soon, Laura said, "Jenny, the Master is very near now. See the
pre-come? You must ask him if he wants to come, or if you should
prolong the pleasure."

Jenny looked up at Joe. "Master, what is your will?"

"Jenny, I would like to come in your mouth."

"Finish him, Jen," said Laura. "Keep sucking; faster; now move your
hand....there!"

With a groan, Joe spurted an enormous wad directly into Jenny's tiny
mouth. She swallowed as much as she could but some ran down her chin.
Laura gently took her head and licked the overflow, careful to get every
drop.

"That was wonderful, girls," he told them. "I'll be ready for more in a
little while." Now they clung and cuddled, lazily stroking him, and
gladly accepting his caresses.

Soon, Joe's harem had outgrown even the large mansion. Luckily, money
was no problem: Joe owned everything any of his slaves owned, and soon
the entire population of the state was under his control (although most
were not even aware of it). Joe met with cooperative bankers, lawyers,
and architects. A dummy 'educational foundation' was set up, and
construction began on a huge underground complex in the desert.

A year later, Joe and his girls were ensconced in their new quarters.
The facility was enormous, with space for thousands of girls. It was
self-contained, powered by a small nuclear reactor. The population now
hovered around 1,500; but there was constant turnover as new 'recruits'
joined Joe's "herd" of girls and others left. The slaves who left
usually had their memories erased and a set of artificial
memories implanted through meta-hypnosis, and merely went back to their
former lives as if nothing had happened. Some left on errands or
missions for Joe, still fully enslaved, and eager to return when their
task had been finished. All were carriers of the nanomachines; all
would infect thousands of new subjects.

Joe's computer projections indicated that the entire population of Earth
would be infected within six months, plus or minus a few weeks. He
grinned happily as the weeks went by, thinking of the nanos spreading
throughout the planet.

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