Preparing for expansion

After a fun night playing with Amy, I awoke to a pleasant sensation. Amy had pulled the covers back and started gently sucking my morning wood. “Well, this is a surprise,” I said groggily. I didn’t remember giving her any commands to suck me off.

She stopped briefly with a pop. “I’m still so turned on,” she seductively spoke, “I was hoping you’d fuck me again!”

Fucking her sounded good, but her mouth sounded better this morning. Besides, I didn’t want her to get used to getting her way. “Hmmm…” I moaned, “how about you just keep sucking. I want to cum on your face instead.”

Thoughts of being fucked disappeared from her head and were replaced by thoughts of helping me cover her face in hot sticky cum.

She redoubled her efforts. Moaning while sucking and fondling my balls. I came close to finishing a few times but held it off so I could make her work for it.

I stopped resisting when I could tell she was starting to lose steam. She quickly sensed my closeness and pulled her mouth off of my cock just as it twitched and sent rope after rope of cum onto her eager face.

I **** myself to quickly get out of bed before my orgasm could make me drift back to sleep. I briefly grinned at Amy. She was a mess, with clear-white cum dripping down her face. She was panting with lust, definitely **** for some relief of her own.

“You know,” I began dismissively, “you can finger yourself and get yourself off if you want.”

She frowned slightly, realizing I was done with her for now. “But that’s embarrassing.” She replied, “I can’t do that. Will you please finger me!?”

Her begging was pretty cute, but I really wasn’t in the mood. I needed to do some research today. “Well, I need to fix that later,” I threatened without her knowledge. “I’ll make you much keener on playing with yourself. Right now, though, I’ve got things to do.”

She looked upset, but it was hard to take her too seriously, covered in my cum. Besides, I knew I was the only person in the world she was attracted to now. I knew she’d probably forgive me in moments.

I turned and headed towards the bathroom to get ready for the day. Amy eventually joined to clean herself up and redress in her freshly washed clothes. I sent her back home after ordering her to come back that evening, so I could see her before her programming expired again.

The air in the garage reeked of paint fumes since the floor was still finishing its 7-day cure time. After the news the night before, I wouldn’t risk opening my garage, though. I’d spent hours clicking every menu option on the bike, looking for extra info or instructions. I finally gave up and began looking at parts of the bike for clues. Nearly every metal part of the bike was stamped with a tiny “Triple D fabrication” logo. I had actually designed a website for them a year or so back. They were located about an hour’s drive away, also in Maryland.

I knew Triple D wasn’t the manufacturer. They didn’t have the infrastructure to develop and market something like the MC1000. The electronic modules and plastic pieces bore a stamp of “MKU Electronics.” That name returned zero hits on google for a business. I bet that was the manufacturer.

I looked closely near the machine’s base and noticed a small steel wire coming from underneath. I grabbed some cushions from my couch and placed them beside the bike, then carefully used leverage from the handlebars to tip the bike on its side.

A thick plastic cover with a couple of access panels was on the bottom. A circular plug bore an embossed acronym GPS. “Shit!” I exclaimed as I quickly twisted it open. Inside was a small black box with a woven steel antenna wire coming out of it and three wires. All of the wires but the antenna had been cut by someone.

AnonMC1151 must have cut these wires. I doubt he realized this wasn’t only a GPS tracker, though. This box also appeared to use radio frequencies. It would be very short-range with the antenna it had. It was just a guess, but I assumed it probably worked similarly to the AMR systems used on city water meters. They contain a very long life battery (up to 30 years) and send data to a portable receiver, usually in a work truck as it drives around the city. I was almost certain MKU Electronics had cars out searching for it right now. It wouldn’t take very long to find it.

I hurriedly removed the box. Something told me to keep it, so with some hesitation, I unscrewed the box’s casing and removed the batteries to deactivate it temporarily. I removed it from the bike and put it in my refrigerator in case it had some passive transmitting ability.

One other small opening on the bottom of the bike had writing on it. It was a rectangular panel that said “user guide.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. I deftly pressed the two release snaps and tilted the rectangular door open. I stuck my hand inside the opening and felt around. My shoulders slumped in defeat when I realized it was empty. “I guess that would be too easy,” I said dejectedly.

Disheartened, I placed the bike upright and stumbled back inside to do more research. “I’ve got a fucking mind control bike,” I cursed under my breath. “I could make all of my fantasies reality, and I’m just sitting here studying like I have a Bar exam!”

Bang! I smacked my desk after another failed google search for the MKU electronics company. I had tried random website URLs that MKU could have used without success. I was using a very powerful VPN to try and keep myself safe in case I did find it, but so far, it was just making my load times slow. After exhausting all of my ideas for URLs, I went to the internet archive and started trying to search for everything again.

Unexpectedly one of the URLs actually worked, and I got a hit for a single day in 2012 when they must have accidentally listed the website. The website was sparse. It showed a slide show of some of their products. There were high-tech personal massagers, a tablet with the name MC-3S (which looked oddly similar to the screen on the bike), and other electronic gadgets. The final photo in the slideshow was titled “full custom equipment.” Centered in the image was what looked like a prototype of my bike.

None of the other links on the site had been archived. Clicking them just led to broken link warnings. I did notice the links led to a different address, though. The new URL contained an IP address. I didn’t know enough about the deep web to go mucking about yet, but I figured the IP might be a possible ticket for more info when I knew more.

The last thing I searched was the Triple D fabrication website. Nothing stood out on the main website. Next, I clicked the “careers” tab, which was more interesting. The company had two locations. An office and workshop both in Maryland. The company advertisement mentioned an in-office gym which piqued my interest since they had less than 20 employees at the office location. Even more interesting was that all those employees appeared to be very attractive women, except for the two co-owners.

Something was fishy. I had a hunch and a plan. I grabbed the disabled RF transmitter and some supplies and hopped in the car for a quick drive.