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SEX DOWN THE LINE
by
EMY NASO
Professor Lothington Grace constantly searches for new ways to fulfill his sexual desires, but instead of trying to find a real live woman, he is content to find what he is looking for on the Internet by way of cyber-affairs and sex sites. One day, all of this changes. His computer screen flashes a message that he is under investigation by the Commission on Mind Adultery (COMA) then officers break down his door. He is informed his punishment will involve many different real--live, not cyber--sexual situations, some which will not be pleasant for him at all.
What does COMA have in store for Professor Grace? Will the punishment they inflict be of pleasure or pain? Will he find what he was looking for on the Internet in real life or will he be imprisoned for his cyber-crimes for the rest of his life?
Excerpt
“DO NOT TURN OFF YOUR COMPUTER—YOU ARE UNDER INVESTIGATION BY COMA.”
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Lothington sat in his study watching the two uniformed police officers standing motionless by his computer. A few minutes earlier, they had battered down the door to his apartment and forced him to sit silently. Now, all three waited. There was no explanation. He had tried talking to them. All they did was insist he stay exactly where he was. They were very taciturn police. He did not recognize their uniform, and at first, tried to question their authority. He may as well have talked to the wall. After all, like so many people, he spent hours “talking” to a screen.
He heard someone else enter his apartment. The tread was steady and slow. Lothington saw the black boots at the door to his office, then followed up the long legs to the dark blue jacket and then to the swept-back, black hair framing the exquisite face. Without makeup, the officer was still beautiful. Even when surrounded by police he couldn’t escape sexual fantasies.
She walked up to Lothington, stood and examined him, and then from her pocket produced a silver badge and ID card. She read it to him, “Captain Virginia, Second Mega-District, COMA,” and gave him a slight bow. “Look, I’ve never heard of you. What is this all about?” She turned to address the two officers. “Is the memory database secured?”
“Yes, Madam.” Their answer was in total unison.
Authority came in duality, with or without sense. Captain Virginia looked back to Professor Grace. “You are being charged under governmental regulations to control cyber sexual activity. On specified dates, you have committed adultery and lewd acts with an electronic device for the purpose of erotic satisfaction. I have to warn you, anything you say or type will be recorded and saved, and may be used in your correction training. Your computer is being confiscated and may be subpoenaed for the prosecution.”
“Look, is this a joke?”
Her blank face told him it was not. The Captain regarded Grace and then instructed her junior officers, “Bring the computer with you and take forensic evidence of the whole room to detect if any genetic evidence exists of the Professor’s reactions to these acts.”
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Lubikita Detention and Interrogation Center stood on the outskirts of the city. The controlled freeway lane took them there in less than thirty minutes, the siren sounding all the way to indicate to the tollbooths that no credit microchip charges were necessary for a vehicle on official business. They escorted Professor Lothington Grace into the bowels of the building, traveling down in the elevator for some distance. Now he sat in a square room with grey walls and a single chair in one corner. They did not even allow him this meager luxury. One of the officers sat in the chair, staring into space. They asked Grace, that is, instructed him to stand quietly in the middle of the room. By now, he knew it was useless to ask these strange cops for any information. Their training taught them to obey and guard, not discuss or communicate. He heard a gurgling sound and couldn’t decide if it was the water system in the building or his own stomach complaining about the lack of food. Could it be nervous dyspepsia?
The door opened. Captain Virginia held it ajar for a small woman in a plain, pinstriped two-piece business suit to enter. She had thin rimless glasses, red short-cropped hair, and something Lothington noticed particularly—a well-made figure. She could not be much older than her mid-thirties. Captain Virginia stood at attention against one wall with her hands clasped down behind her. There was the faintest sound of metallic drumming as if she were quietly rapping her fingers against the impassive wall.
“You are Professor Lothington Grace?” the small woman asked in a military fashion.
“Yes, but what is this all about?”
“You are charged under the People’s Protection Laws,” she said, dismissing his question.
“Can you explain what is going on?” he insisted, with more confidence than he felt.
“You realize, that by wasting this enquiry’s time you forfeit your right to bring forth a witness in your defense?” the woman huffed and looked impatiently at him.
“I know no such thing. In fact, I would like an explanation of what is going on, and while you’re at it, who are you…and what is COMA?”
“COMA is the Commission on Mind Adultery. You are here because detectors have consistently recorded your affair with Alice Finglegate.”
“Who?”
“The secondary recipient you know as code name Alexandra Tomisky.”
“This is ridiculous,” he protested, making a slight move forward.
The police officer, who was sitting in the chair next to him, was up and by his side instantly. He grabbed Grace’s arm and forced it up behind him in a painful hold.
“Thank you, Starsy. I think the Professor does not yet realize the seriousness of these charges. Please sit back down,” the Captain said.
“These are the charges. Do you understand them?” the red-haired woman continued.
“Adultery! That is preposterous. I never met the lady,” Grace blustered.
“That will be proven,” the small woman smirked in a condescending manner. “For the moment, I have informed you of the charge and now, as Cyber-sex Judge Jefferies for this district, I announce the proceedings have commenced.”
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“Items one through seventy-nine,” the Captain began. A wall of the room became a large screen. Incredibly, the complete history of messages between “Infinity” and “Alexandra” scrolled across.
The cop in the corner did not blink. Captain Virginia watched them, her lips moving as she silently read each one. Judge Jefferies watched, tutted, and occasionally made notes on a hand-held electronic notebook.
“Have you anything to say?” the Judge asked dismissively when the screen went blank, once again becoming a plain gray wall.
“So what?” Grace tried to sound insolent.
“We will record that as an admission of acceptance of adultery,” the Judge said, equally arrogantly.
“You can’t commit adultery on a computer,” Grace said mockingly.
“Where is the self located?” Judge Jefferies queried with a raised eyebrow.
“It’s a product of the brain,” Grace stammered.
“And this adultery was conceived in your brain. How then is it not part of you?” The Judge shrugged and immediately waved Grace’s attempts at argument away.
“Please continue, Captain,” she commanded.
“There is significant genetic evidence from the office where the cyber-adultery took place to show raised levels in the tests.”
“So you are sure the defendant was participating fully in these acts on the Internet?”
“We are, Madam Judge.”
“I object!” Professor Grace exclaimed.
“On what grounds?” Jefferies asked haughtily.
“How can it be adultery?”
“The woman is married and we have already established that the brain is the self,” the Judge stated firmly. “Objection overruled.”
“But these are just words,” the Professor continued.
“We will put an end to this line of defense,” Jefferies said with an annoyed look on her face. “Officer,” she commanded, “bind the defendant’s wrists.”
Before he could balk at the manner in which they treated him, the officer took out a pair of handcuffs. Captain Virginia stood watch, brandishing an electric stun gun, as they cuffed Lothington’s hands behind his back.
“That will be all, officer,” the Judge said and the policeman left the room. “So, Professor Grace, these are mere words and have no meaning beyond their sound. Is that your contention?”
“Of course it is.”
“Captain Virginia, remove his clothes.”
The Captain walked over to Lothington. “We can do this gently, sir, or with force.” The threat was implied but understood.
Sex Down the Line © 2005 Emy Naso
Warning: This tale contains sexual situations, graphic sex, adult language, and light BDSM.
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