Duplicate it...

I was taking apart old hard drives when this way out, out dated story line came to my head. That, and L.N. and I experimented with this. Implying strong magnets and current to run a chip board to a hard drive outlet, we had fun experimenting. The end result is this fictional account of what really, truly took place, between us.

I plugged in the external hard drive reader. The U.S.B. cord going to L.N.'s bare breast gave her a tingling.
"I can feel it," she muttered. L.N.'s voice was always low and solemn. Only when angered was it ever stronger, in tonality.
The lap top I was using was with wireless relay. I was on-line, to L.N. As I ran the program, a D.O.S. program used for debugging, it went in synch' to the computer board, the flexible wafer board, so to speak, lying across the upper half of L.N.'s breast.
Sensors picked up biorhythm, heart rate and galvanic response time. I had no idea the later yet the biorhythm was of utmost care, for me. L.N.'s face went placid as she reacted. When a hand swept across the top of her breast she, in turn, became limp and easy. Like a clock unwinding so she lost her umph', her ambition. In time, she was like a stalled engine. L.N. was physically, emotionally and intelligently shut off, or so the case was supposed to be.
The hard drive was sending signals while L.N. listened to another one of E.M.G.'s world wide and most famous files, 'Doll on a Wire.' As her eyes seemed to glaze over she went into deeper trance than at last times reported. I snapped a hand.
"L.N. I am right here."
L.N. sat cross legged as an Indian. Her eyes seemed almost bulged out from the sockets. I shook her shoulder, so gently.
"Should you be a little confused from this then, please, simply talk, L.N."
Nothing.
L.N. was appearing to be within her own world, as it appeared. I checked the program E.M.G. had sent for my computer. It was running fast, very fast. Sending out nothing but TEXT it had not one iota of charting, color graphs or sound files to hamper it. In fact, if anything, it appeared to be going quicker still.
"Mankind thinks at what speed?" I gathered. Crocus! The computer was buzzing. I could hear the hard drive within the lap top spinning so that it seemed unreal. Meanwhile, L.N. was appearing mystified. It was then the TEXTING ended abruptly.
I read of a chart. Strange.... I never remembered this, before. Then again, I never ran the program, either.

G.S.R. SAMPLE RATE, it read before me. I noted the numbers were all appearing high, beyond thresholds compatible.

MENTAL AROUSAL, it read, next. That concerned me. I already realized I was over my head. Haxsaw did not need any trouble. Speaking of which, my galvanic skin response was heavy perspiration! I noted all numbers were, again, peaked in the red zones. I had no idea what the meaning to any of this was. One matter was certain, the program was finished.
I easily and gently removed the ear buds L.N. was wearing. After all, the sound file from E.M.G. was also complete. L.N. blinked a few times but was, otherwise, unresponsive. I sat on a chair, at the edge of the bed, in my bedroom that Saturday night. L.N. had came over, to visit. She was really hooked on the Love Doll files I had made.
As I stood, unhooking the wiring and assorted items I then removed the flexible green circuit board, after unplugging it as well. I gently touched the costume L.N. had on that evening. Trying to impress me, she came wearing her old high school cheerleader uniform. We sat and talked a while. I later started the files. Now she was all dazed out.
As I stood I commanded she stand, also.
With no hesitation, L.N. stood from the bed. I was tempted to call E.M.G. As the hour was later I decided not to. After all, L.N. was obeying. She always liked that hearing and obeying, anyway.
"Get on your knees!"
By golly, she did. I must state, I was more shocked over this, than anything. I then told L.N. to open her mouth and extent her hands. After unfastening my pants and letting L.N. relieve me I was groaning. It was seeing her taking my private member, in and out of her face. That really excited me. It was watching her look up at me as if I was the big guy, or something. I spoke well, telling her she needed to swallow and swallow everything that came out of the Popsicle she was sucking on. L.N. sucked and sucked. I was turned on, watching her obey. It was such a turn on, to be in full control.
As I came I cried out. Five times I came. I was chocking at the last. Looking down I could see L.N. was with spermicidal fluid around her lips. Some of it ran down her chin, a little. L.N. gagged somewhat. I encouraged her to drink and suck, taking it all.
Later, we took a shower, together. I have a large, stone tiled shower room with access. I washed L.N. as she stood there. All dazed was how she appeared. Seeing her firm, out right breasts and her well rounded yet tight ass muscles made me so hot. It was then I had this feeling. It was like, if anyone ever harmed her I wanted slit their throat. I am not violent or try not to show that side. I just want to protect her from so much. L.N. was being dried, having finished. She obediently wrapped her body within a large towel.
After getting dried and putting on some trunks I stepped out behind. We walked the length of the house, to my room. I would have her in bed with me. This night L.N. would sleep with me.
Under the sheets I cuddled L.N. It was shortly after- she seemed to come around. It was like she was from a deep spell or frozen state, to renewed energy. She became alert, within my arms. She jerked somewhat.
"How did I...?"
"Sh..." I encouraged her with. L.N. resisted not and lay again, quite still. Under the sheets I wrapped my arms around her quaint, little frame. Even one leg went up around her hips as she lay beside me. Her hand went against my chest, then her face leaned forward, nuzzling toward me.
"I feel comfortable yet don't know what happened," she whispered.
I would be certain to thank E.M.G. for the program. I needed write up a survey he included. The equipment was to be mailed back, my expense. Giving it some thought, I figured there had to be a way to duplicate it.