Technology can be used for good or evil. Neil begins to embrace his newfound power. Exploiting it as he begins his descent into darkness.
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Chapter: 2 (Stacy)
Neil ran into Stacy at the end of the following week, and she told him that the effects of her last treatment were finally starting to decline.
That meant that the one-hour treatment he had given her lasted for approximately 8 days. Neil wrote this down in his notebook and smiled when he wrote the words "Her Treatment." The image of Stacy bouncing up and down on his dick flashed through his mind.
"Well, time to go home and have a beer," Neil mumbled to the deserted lab.
It was Friday night, and Neil planned to pick up some beer on the way home and work on miniaturizing the cordless LMM. Neil looked around the lab, flipped the light switch, and closed the door, locking it behind him.
Across town Stacy sat at her home computer and had to stop typing every few minutes to yawn tiredly.
"The treatment Neil had given her was definitely wearing off," She thought as she yawned one more time, "I need to get that little geek to wire me up again. God, it seems like I can't function anymore without help from his machine."
Stacy angrily flipped off her computer, not realizing how addicted to the effects of the LMM she had become.
She walked over to her sofa to get a nap. It was a little after 7 pm, and she was glad that her boyfriend had left her alone this weekend while he traveled upstate to see his parents. She just didn't have the energy to spend the evening with him tonight. She curled up under her blanket and quickly fell asleep.
In less than an hour, Stacy woke up, so tired she felt miserable. She looked at the clock and decided that the only thing that would get her through the weekend was to go and see that damn Neil and talk him into wiring her up again. Stacy hated to go begging him again, but damn it! She needed him and his machine.
On the way back to his apartment, Neil decided to do something about his image. The LMM could wait. He stopped at a local barber and had his scraggy hair cut, and the scruffy beard was neatly removed. After that, he cruised to the mall and bought himself some nice shirts and a few pairs of "Docker's" along with some loafers. Neil was bound and determined to improve his looks and wondered if it would help at all as he put the sacks in his car and headed home.
After taking a shower, Neil tried on his new clothes. He admired himself in the mirror, a definite improvement, he thought and wondered if anyone at school would recognize him.
Just then, a knock sounded on the door, and Neil was surprised to see Stacy's tired face through the peephole.
Stacy had forced herself to knock on Neil's door. She hated being dependent on his little machine, but what else could she do. When he opened the door, it took a few seconds for her brain to realize it was Neil. He looked better cleaned up, and even his apartment was lovely and neat compared to last time.
"He still was slightly homely, but at least he looked better than before," She thought.
Stacy smiled at him, "Hi Neil, I almost didn't recognize you. You look nice."
"Thanks; come on in and tell me what brings you over on a Friday night?"
"Well, I've been feeling so tired I wondered if you could hook me up again?" She asked sheepishly.
"I don't know if that is a good idea, Stacy; you seem to be showing signs of addiction to my gadget."
Stacy felt a moment of panic; "I have to talk him into it!" Flashed through her thoughts.
"I admit that it makes my life a lot easier to deal with, but I don't believe that I am actually addicted to it."
"Well, then it should not be a problem if you wait a week or two."
"NO! I mean, no, I really have so much that I need to get done. It would sure be a blessing. I could skip the next couple of weeks if you can help me this time."
Neil looked at her as she clutched her purse, hoping that he would give in.
"Mmmm, I don't know," Neil raised his eyebrows, thinking it over.
"I could pay you for your trouble," Stacy opened her purse and started digging in it.
"No, I don't want your money Stacy," She stopped digging and looked up at him.
"If you want to repay me, there is something you could do."
"Really, I'd be glad to."
Relief eased the frown she had grown as soon as he had told her no.
Neil's brain quickly debated his next move. Should he tell her what he wanted or just use the machine again. He decided to try it the hard way.
"I think you're beautiful," he began, "And if you want to do something nice for me, you could sleep with me."
Stacy's jaw dropped, not believing what her ears had just heard!
"What! Did you just say you want me to have sex with you to get treatment?"
"Yes, that's my going price."
"You must be out of your mind!" She said, her face angry and red, "Of all the nerve Neil!"
"Well, if you want to be hooked up to my machine, that's what it will take to pay my bill."
Stacy turned around and slammed the door on her way out. Stacy was only halfway across the parking lot when her cravings started to get the better of her. She began to try and rationalize how she could get what she so badly needed.
"Well, I could make him promise not to tell anyone that I slept with him. And no one knows about Neil and his machine. I could do it just this once and then never again. I could just lay there and not move. I don't have to like it!"
Stacy involuntarily turned around and headed back to Neil's door, willing to do something she never thought she was capable of.
Neil opened the door and was not surprised to see Stacy, "Can I come in?"
"Sure."
Stacy walked in and turned to face him as he closed the door and locked it.
"I've changed my mind. Neil, if you give me a treatment, I'll let you have what you want."
Stacy grit her teeth as she spat out those words. The idea of letting the little geek get between her legs was so appalling.
"Are you sure?" Neil said, "You understand that I can have you any way I like?"
"Yes, but you have to give me the treatment first," Stacy said a little quickly.
"How do I know you won't just walk out afterward?"
"I promise if I did that, you would never let me have another treatment."
"That's so very true, Stacy; okay, I agree."
Stacy sat down in the recliner, thinking about how she would get back at him. She would let him have her body, but she would just lie there and not make a sound or move when he did his dirty deed.
Still not believing that she had agreed to his deal! "He would not get to enjoy her if she could help it!"
Neil peeled the adhesive strip from the transducer, and Stacy pulled her long hair to the side as he stuck it on her neck.
"I'm only going to give you 30 minutes this time," he told her.
Stacy gave him a dirty look, "Can't wait to get in my pants, can you, Neil?"
"I have to admit I'm looking forward to it," Neil smirked and set the timer.
"Let's get this over with," She said in that old familiar bitchy tone.
Neil flipped the switch, and she faded out before his eyes. He walked over to her and waved a hand in front of her face. Her eyes just stared straight ahead. Neil reached down and began to massage her breasts; she gave no sign that he was even in the room. Neil removed his hands from her breasts, sat down on the edge of his bed, and looked at her.
He was concerned that the LMM was causing her apparent addiction. He personally had not felt any cravings to use it again. Perhaps it had something to do with brain chemistry, some people might be hooked, and others might not. He definitely would have to do some more testing to find out if addiction was a side effect.
"Stacy"
"Yes"
"When you awaken, you will feel full of energy and be happy."
"You will not be angry that I asked you to have sex with me. In fact, you will be incredibly horny and want to fuck me. Do you understand?"
"Yes"
"You will not crave the effects of my machine any longer."
Neil threw that last statement in as a control to see if her addiction could be contained.
"From now on, if I ever want to have sex with you, you will agree and not be able to say no."
"Okay?"
Neil thought for a minute, and his eyes lit up, "One more thing, I want you to convince any beautiful young girls you meet to try out my machine. Do you understand?"