Chapter #3Mikayla by: Unknown Mikayla felt unusual. For the first time since she hit puberty, the thought of sex--usually the first thing that came to the omnisexual teen's mind upon seeing anything--was repugnant to her.
She sat on a chair in a corner of the strange shop, still shivering with the fear that had come of her all-too-recent experiences.
The man had seemed nice.
He had bought her a drink or two, not enough to make her feel at all drunk--her tolerance was pretty high--and offered to walk her home.
Midway through he shoved her into a dark alley, pulled out a knife, and dropped his pants.
Her scream pierced the still night air, and another man came running. No sooner had the first fled than the second reached with one hand for her midriff-baring tank top and the other for her Daisy Dukes. Mikayla, an irrepressible flirt, regularly wore clothing that came within a hair of violating decency laws.
It was then that the strange woman had shown up. Dressed in dirty rags that covered her entire body and shrouded her face in shadow, the hunched crone took one look at the scene, and then in a voice melodious and commanding said simply, "Stop," and waved her hand.
The man flew into the wall and slumped to the ground. Bending over him, the woman put two fingers to his neck. "He'll live," she grunted in a voice most unlike that which she had used not ten seconds before, and turned to Mikayla. "Come on, dearie. Up you get." As the woman extended her hand, Mikayla felt instinctively that she could trust her.
The woman pulled Mikayla to her feet. "Who are you?" asked Mikayla.
"Time for that later, dearie. Let's get you cleaned up first."
Rounding the corner, Mikayla saw the first would-be rapist, out cold like the other. "Who are you?" she asked, wonder creeping into her voice.
"All in good time. My shop's just 'round the corner."
Mikayla had come this way more times than she could count, had rounded that same corner every single time. She had never once seen a shop with a sign declaring itself to be "Roell's Emporium". Entering, the woman motioned her to a chair, then hustled into a back room and emerged shortly with a bucket and a glass of water.
Mikayla promptly vomited into the bucket. Taking a long drink to wash away the taste, she vomited again. Draining the glass, she was relieved when she didn't regurgitate it, too. Then she sat there, trying to come to terms with what had just happened.
Looking up slowly, she saw that the strange woman--Roell?--was coming out of the back room again. But it was only some instinct that told Mikayla this was the same woman who had rescued her.
This woman was stunningly beautiful. It was as if someone had reached into Mikayla's mind, extracted her image of the perfect woman, and made it corporeal. Almost unwillingly Mikayla felt the onset of sexual desire. She would do anything for even a second with this woman. Anything.
"Who are you?" Mikayla asked for the third time that night.
Waving her hand again, a chair flew across the shop floor and came to a halt under the woman's immaculate butt just as it came level with the seat.
"I am Roahn," she said. At Mikayla's quizzical look, she added, "Roell's granddaughter. What else I am is not important. What is important is that I can help you."
"There's no need," said Mikayla shyly, averting her eyes. Her voice sounded rough and harsh to her ears after the woman's words, which were, if anything, more melodious than that first word she had spoken. "You've done more than enough. I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you."
Putting her hand under Mikayla's chin, Roahn lifted the girl's head until sapphires met emeralds. Mikayla felt herself melting inside. "No," said Roahn. "You need my help. Your life is going to change, Mikayla." At Mikayla's shocked expression, Roahn added, "There's far more to me than meets the eye. But as I was saying, your life will change. Without me, you will have to find other ways to bring yourself pleasure. Sex--of any sort--will be forever tainted by your experiences today. Which is not to say that you will not find pleasure, but it will come in ways unexpected, unlooked-for, and it might be long before you feel it again.
"Or," she continued, "you can avoid that. Let me help you, and you will find that sex can bring more pleasure than even you had ever dreamed." And as if she knew perfectly well what Mikayla's decision would be, she closed the gap between their faces and initiated the most sensuous kiss Mikayla had ever known.
No sooner had Mikayla felt the sensations of lips upon lips, tongues dancing with each other, depart, than she heard Roahn speaking again. "Well?"
Still catching her breath, Mikayla managed, "I... choose you."
"Good!" Waving her hand at Mikayla, the girl felt herself completely refreshed. Standing up, she followed Roahn to a display near to where they sat. Roahn's hand reached in and extracted what appeared to be an unremarkable compact.
Kneeling down, Roahn placed it on the floor and opened it. it looked like a normal compact for the most part, except for a glowing red dot in the centre of the mirror. Looking around, Mikayla could not see anything of which that dot could be a reflection. Roahn pressed her finger to it.
Instantly the compact was replaced with a multitude of sex toys, a booklet, and what looked to be a cell phone.
"What is this?" asked Mikayla in wonder.
"This," said Roahn, "is your first step. Come, look at it." Mikayla stepped next to the woman and looked at the cell phone. It didn't look like any cell phone she'd ever seen.
"It's not really a phone, of course. It's the control device for these," said Roahn, gesturing around at the toys. "Its use is simple--select what you want to do, and follow its directions. Results guaranteed or your money back," she finished in a voice exactly like a TV commercial narrator.
"So what does it do? I already have pretty well every toy here. I'm not sure how many Sybians I've worn out, and this doesn't look too different. Don't tell my parents, please," she added hastily. "So how is this different?"
"It's magic," said Roahn. "Or, at least, to you it is. Maybe 'sufficiently advanced technology' would be more apt. But then, from your point of view, they're the same, at least if your author Clarke is to be believed.
"The results, however, are different from any sex toy you've ever used. While you could certainly just plunge one of these into yourself--and it would be rather more pleasurable than any other experience you've had with a similar device--that's not what they're for, really. Come, look more closely at this." Bending over the phone, Roahn gestured for Mikayla to do the same. Mikayla saw that there was a menu on the phone: Ass, Breasts, Hair, Height, Muscles.
Looking Mikayla up and down, Roahn said, "Let's try something simple." Selecting Breasts, an error screen came up. "Error: no subject in database." "Oh, of course. Place your finger here," said Roahn, indicating a spot on the base of the phone. Doing so, Mikayla felt a sharp prick. The "phone" gave what sounded like a pleased chime, and the error screen was replaced by one showing "34" and "C" with up and down arrows next to each, and, at the bottom, "OK" and "Cancel". "Ever dreamed of having a larger bust?"
"A... larger bust? Roahn, are you trying to tell me that thing can make my boobs bigger?"
"Only one way to find out, wouldn't you agree? How does 36F sound?" Inputting the relevant data, Roahn selected "OK". One of the smaller dildos began flashing, and the screen read, "Place flashing object between breasts and stimulate it for 15 seconds." "By the way, Mikayla," Roahn added as if it were an afterthought, "you might want to take that shirt off." Her voice had become so melodious and commanding again that Mikayla did so without hesitation. Placing the dildo between her Cs, she gave it a tit job for 15 seconds.
No sooner had she removed the dildo from between her breasts, feeling remarkably silly--though not at all ashamed--than she felt a warmth in and around her breasts. Her ribcage expanded slightly, and her breasts rather more. Within seconds Mikayla had a rather heavier weight on her chest than she had had that morning.
Reaching up to cup her new additions, Mikayla could only look at Roahn in wonder--and lust.
"Not yet, Mikayla. Later. Oh, by the way, only we know anything's changed. As far as the rest of the world knows, you've always had those." Indeed, Mikayla noticed that her shirt was rather larger. Putting it on, she was pleased with how it still showed off as much cleavage as it could without violating public nudity laws.
Pressing a red button on the side of the control device, the toys vanished, and a plain compact lay on the floor. Picking it up, Roahn gave it to Mikayla.
"Now you need to get home. I'll walk with you, don't worry." Within a minute the beautiful woman had swept into the back room, and emerged as the hunched-over crone.
Leaving the shop, the two walked the rest of the way to Mikayla's apartment. At the door, Mikayla asked, "By the way, how did you know my name?"
"Magic."
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