Tom Harrison was one of those few individuals that actually deserved the accolades: "Wunderkind", "Rising Star", and "Marketing Genius". And his secret detractors were looking forward to his downfall on his heading up the new project at Mitsubishi/MS. Tom recognized that it actually was a gambit to head up this project, but the marketing coup would make him a legend if it came off. And that's what was going to happen.

Oh yeah, Cybersuits, VR-Exo-environments, Grope Suits, whatever, had been tried before, but Dr. Messinger heading up the R&D Department had managed to pull off absolute fucking miracles--years ahead of the competition. And Randy, 'Doc Mess', always took the opportunity to remind Tom of that. Why just at lunch today Randy went on and on about Pelter Effectors, perception resolution, and other stuff that frankly just bored Tom to tears. "Why do I need to know about the geek stuff," Tom would think to himself when there's clearly a market that could net about 1/4-bill' the first year. And that's just the military sales. The "…be the first dot.com millionaire on the block to own one…" market wasn't anything to sneeze either despite the $1/2-mill… per pop price.

It was, however, Randy's parting comment that Tom was reflecting on now that he finished up his work at around midnight.

"Tom," 'Doc Mess' said, "you're the only suit on the 10^th floor that hasn't tried the 'Betty Boob' program yet. Not only will it give you an idea of what this baby can do, but you might even really enjoy the …ahhem… experience."

Tom had laughed at that at the time, but now that the work was slacking off, and paying off, and he didn't want to listen to his ungrateful wife's bitching about "…not spending enough time with the family…" The thought of having sex with a 20-year old girl--albeit a virtual one--wasn't so disgusting now. "Ahh what the fuck!"

So now Tom was in the deserted lab in the basement taking off his clothes so he could try the prototype 'SensiSuit'--the name he picked out for the company's new product. He then slipped into the suit itself, walked over to the control computer, and started up the sequence.

The screen came to life with displays flashing by at dizzying speeds. Then a selection box came on. Tom clicked on the 'Betty Boob' simulation. He then walked over and positioned himself at the reaction frame. He slipped on the headgear, the program sequence was now displayed in the visor and over the earphones. As the suit clipped into place on the reaction frame the "FBI Warning" flashed into the visor. "…Those found guilty of illegally copying and/or using this software will be…" the words streamed across. "…Sent to Devil's Island naked and in chains…" Tom laughed at the little nautiness he enjoyed interjecting.

As the instructions and credits rolled by in the visor, a phone conversation could be heard in the background. "Of course you can come over, honey. Oh, I so want you in me," a sexy feminine voice pleadingly cooed. A view of an apartment door came into view in the visor. Tom reached out and 'rang' the virtual doorbell. The door opened and a lovely young girl dressed only in a bra and dental floss panties looked lovingly at him. Her delicate hand drew him inside and soon she was hugging and kissing him with great passion and many words of endearment and seduction. "Oh I'm so glad you're here…."

Tom was impressed with the simulation. She, Betty, was an '15' out of 10. He could feel her firm, pert breasts press against his chest and the wetness of her tongue in his mouth. There was soft music in the background and the illumination was totally in candlelight. He could even smell the musk of her pussy. "Wow," thought Tom, "this is so real." Noticing his cock was hard, he decided to stop evaluating and start enjoying.

Soon both of them were naked and laying on her perfumed bed--deep in the throws of hot sex. He enjoyed her mouth sucking his cock. Her pussy tasted sweet. And now he was poised to drive his hard, hot cock into her very wet and willing pussy.

"Ohhh, ye-e-e-es," Betty moaned, "please put your big cock in my cunt, ple-e-e-ease."

Suddenly, only sporadically at first, a streak of static distorted the visual field. It, however, quickly degraded. Soon there was blanking of the visual and aural fields. Tom's hand would seem to penetrate Betty's breast.

"No, no NOOO! Shit! Fuck! Not now! SHIT! SHIT!…" Tom started swearing and cursing that this fucking piece of shit wasn't going to let him cum. Then there was a high-pitched, piercing tone in the earphones and a blinding white light in the visor. It was excruciatingly painful.

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Tom was still groggy, but he was slowly coming to his senses. It was pitch black. He was still naked, but it was cold and somewhat clammy. There was no longer a soft perfumed bed. He was definitely sitting on something hard. Rocking slightly back he suddenly sucked in his breath as his back touched a cold stone wall.

"What the fuck!" was his reaction after he'd been startled by the wall. Moving his hands to start probing about in an effort to determine where he was, there was a sudden halt to their movement and the snap of taut chains. Now … now Tom started getting scared.

Other furtive, cautious testing soon confirmed to Tom that he was naked, in chains, and in a cold, damp stone dungeon. He began sweating and trembling. He was really scared now. He curled up into as tight a fetal position as his restraints would allow, and his cock was rock hard.

In that dark, cold dungeon aware of every square millimeter of his naked body, ancient, almost forgotten flashes of teenage masturbation fantasies intruded in on his brain. Tom was definitely scared. He was also definitely getting more and more turned on.

"What's that?" Tom's awareness sharply focused on a sound increasing in intensity and sending shivers up and down his spine. His hard cock twitched in tempo to every staccato click of high leather heels, and they were coming towards his cell.

Finally the clicks stopped. He grabbed himself into a tighter ball and held his breath. His heart pounded wildly.

His cell door suddenly slammed open. The bright light from the hallway hurt his eyes, but he couldn't look away from the backlit stunning female figure standing in the doorway.

She was just like the fantasies of his youth: tall, strong, voluptuous dressed in a body hugging and accentuating black leather bra and skirt. And those thigh-high boots! The smell of all of that woman musk and leather was driving him out of his mind with desire and lust.

"Have you been a good little slavie Tommie?"

The Mistress' voice had just the right amount of teasing, coldness, and cruelty. She was enjoying Tom's predicament. And Tom's juices and being was totally absorbed in her.

"Ye…yes Mistress, I have." Tom was panting.

In a rapid, fluid movement that both startled and thrilled Tom, the Mistress was on top of him flicking him cruelly about his naked inner thighs, feet, cock, balls … with the stinging end of her riding crop.

"Then…" thwaack "…why…" thwaack "…are you…" thwaack, thwaack "…not…" thwaack "…showing…" thwaack "…your puny cock…" thwaack THWAACK "…for my inspection as I ordered?"

Tom screamed and cried and begged for mercy as he tried to comply with the positioning adjustments the Mistress demanded with the stinging cuts of her whip. He also almost came.

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"Could you give us a review of the Harrison case Dr. Schmelling?" Dr. Krause, Chief Psychiatrist of the Benning Institute, queried of his young colleague.

"Strange case indeed," started the young Doctor hoping to impress the assembled staff.

"Mr. Harrison is a driven achiever that's had additional life stresses on him due to his introduction of the new Cybersuit product for his company as well as a dissatisfying marital relationship. In trying out the Cybersuit using the so-called 'Betty Boob' sex simulation program, he was unaware that a virus had been implanted in the software by a competitor's agent that shifted the program to what's been identified as the 'Cruel Mistress' sequence.

Mr. Harrison, however, had suppressed his teenage submissive fantasies that were then stirred and accentuated by that virus sequence. His desires for such fantasies grew in intensity as he expended energy in suppressing them. When given this opportunity to express themselves, he naturally tended to be absorbed with them.

He's almost totally withdrawn from the external world. The facts that I've presented have come only after about a year of therapeutic sessions with him and after interviews with his colleagues and family members."

"And your prognosis, Doctor?"

"If we can't get to him in the next few weeks, I'm afraid we'll loose him forever."

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Tom was in heaven now. The Mistress was allowing him to be in her bedroom--chained by his collar of course to the foot of her bed. He shuddered as she drew a long silk scarf over his naked ass and across his throbbing cock. He hoped that she would let him cum this time.

"I'm going to enjoying torturing and playing with you Tom forever and ever and ever and…"

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