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Date of first publication in Mr Double's Palisade :
Thursday, November 12, 2015

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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: relrecur.txt
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story_codes: M/g(7), incest, rape

story_intro: With his life stuck on hold for a positive drug test. Russ idles away the time with video games and pornographic fantasies about preteens and also the fully developed artificial life form his father had purchased. As he sits in his room one day pondering the prepubescent attributes of an underage video character, his little sister picks a bad time to come barging in.


story_language: English




REL - Recursive Loops

Written by madvlad


A brief explanation for those who haven't read other REL stories:

	The Replicated Enhanced Lifeform, or REL, is a laboratory grown human used for a variety of tasks - some mundane and other more exotic. Aside from their brains, REL bodies are completely human except for the ability to self-generate (and potentially live forever) and heal rapidly - a desirable thing for a quality product - and other customizable features. Their brains are a mix of cybernetics and human tissue.

	About five years after the first RELs came onto the market, a phenomenon occurred in which some RELs were developing personalities beyond their programmed parameters. After a few years of experiencing life and the world around them, they developed likes and dislikes (for anything from food and drink to other people) and other aesthetic features in their behaviors. 
The manufacturer had an easy fix - a brain wipe that would erase these uncomfortably human features but retain the basic original programming.

	Some RELs have been made as children. Although they might age chronologically, they will always remain their original age in physical, mental, and emotional maturity. 

	Society has become divided over whether RELs deserve human rights or are simply property. Legally, they are only property and are at the mercy of their owners.

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	In the darkness of the cavern, the two figures were silhouetted by the emerald glow emanating from the veins of minerals that snaked through the stone walls. The lead figure, a tall and well-proportioned human female paused and held up a hand. The second figure, smaller and slender halted and spoke in a whisper.

	"What is it, Shaida?" the follower spoke, the voice light in pitch of one in the lateness of childhood.

	"Trolls," the woman replied. "Stay here, Efra, and prepare a glow ball spell in case they charge. That should blind them if we need to retreat. But I want to see what they're doing first if I can - it may give us a clue as to Lord Gorlath's plans."

	"Yes, Shaida," Efra replied, taking a moment to stretch her body upward in an attempt to peer over the other's shoulder at what may lie ahead.

	Then the pair was suddenly frozen and silent in the room as Russ thumbed the pause button on his game. Setting the control down, he walked over to the holo-projections, ignoring the voluptuous Shaida, star of several action video games. And of course, she also starred in plenty of fan renderings and stories, many of them pornographic.

	Russ was a devoted fan of both the former and latter. Ever since his entry into college was delayed when a blood scan revealed the presence of illegal (and worse, untaxed) neuro-narcs in his body, he had time to spend with both the games and the illicit material. His two best buddies, Sean and Brady, were also Shaida fans but their scan had been clean and they were now in their freshman year while Russ had to wait. 

	But they still talked about it and sent each other net links. Although, Russ, thought, he hadn't heard from either of them in...what was it...days?  He couldn't be sure as he pretty much slept, played and jacked off when he wanted to. And a loop every now and then added a little spice to it.

	Those little red and blue pills had been the source of his delayed entrance into college but Russ and his pals, as well as many others, thought the restrictions on the narcs, called loops, were out of line. Unlike artificially induced euphoria, loops allowed you to relive your feelings from similar events. The best part was that those feelings stacked on to what you were experiencing when they kicked in. Orgasms were more intense, triumphs (like finishing a level in a Shaida game) were more glorious - the user was simply getting high on their own experiences.

	His father, Don, had been disappointed, of course. When the man mentioned how disappointed Russ' mom would have been, Russ pointed out that it had only taken Don a year before he purchased Lana, a REL woman appearing to be about twenty, after his mother passed away five years earlier. 

	Ostensibly, Lana was meant to provide care for the children, especially Megan who had only been two when they lost their mother. But Russ damn well knew that his father wouldn't have purchased a REL put together like Lana without giving her some tasks to do in bed. So he didn't give a fuck about the old man's pontificating while he damn well knew the guy was laying his meat to the meat bag (hey, that was pretty good - he'd have to tell that one to Sean and Brady).

	So a silent truce prevailed at home while Don went to work and Megan went to school and Lana cleaned up. Every time she put the sheets from his father's bed in the wash, Russ snickered. Russ, on the other hand, had little to do but wait his time for the winter semester. So he passed many of his idle hours with Shaida and company. 

	It was one member of Shaida's company that Russ had become fixated on in recent days. That was Efra, the woman's apprentice. Unlike the main character, whose skimpy, tight outfits often defied the laws of physics, Efra was just a kid of maybe around ten or eleven. After seeing some fan-made illustrations of Shaida going all lezzie over little Efra, Russ had developed a deep, prurient interest in the girl. 

	The debate on some of the sites was whether or not Efra was completely flat or maybe had some tiny tits trying to bud. It was agreed that she was hairless down below but the chest was a source of discussion. Russ had found himself gravitating to flat out of preference. He certainly liked Shaida's rack, but she had plenty of tit meat to offer so maybe a flat girl who needed a guy's cock to teach her about sex was just what was needed here for balance.

	Russ had texted and e-mailed Sean and Brady about their opinions, but they were withholding judgement for the time being. He hoped they didn't think he was going full-blown pedo on them or anything. Nah, he'd hear from them. After all, Efra was just a collection of animated pixels - lifelike in appearance, but no more human than the REL whore his father had purchased.

	In the meantime, he had frozen the game with Efra in her stretched pose. He walked around the still figure, examining the tunic pressed against the front of her torso as she craned her neck. Maybe there was just the slightest, mild slope of swelling there. Damn, he wished there was a player's option in the game to undress the characters.

	He wondered what Efra would be like naked in front of him. She would be eager to please, certainly, like she was with Shaida. And of course, apprentices had to learn and practice their craft so she would with him. Oh yeah, his dick was straining in his pants at the idea. It was time to pop a loop and make his own private video starring Efra.

	Fishing the bag of pills out from his closet, he peered at the contents. Most of them were still there from his last score, illustrating how well he could control his usage. The trick next time would be not to take any for twenty four hours prior to his college admissions blood scan (even he had to admit he had been a dumbass that last time). 

	Although his bedroom door was well-balanced, the sound of it opening seemed incredibly loud and he jerked startled, as Lana entered. Whipping the bag behind him to have it land in the closet, he scowled at the woman.

	"Did they load the subroutine for door knocking in your head when you were at the meat bag factory?" he spat.

	His father was always polite to Lana, like she was a real person. And Megan seemed to love her - but she was just a stupid little kid. Russ, however, always kept the artificial cunt in her place.

	"My apologies," Lana replied in her infuriatingly even tone. "Next time, I shall knock louder for you. I am here to put away your clean laundry."

	"Yeah?" Russ retorted." Well..."

	He didn't have a comeback, which pissed him off even more than her walking in on him while he was about to jack off to video game characters. What if he already had his dick out when she came in? His eyes narrowed at the thought and he grinned lewdly as he watched her putting things away in his dresser drawer. Stepping right behind her, he pressed the lump in his pants against her ass and slid one arm around her to capture a perfectly firm tit. 

	"Let's make some new dirty laundry," he suggested as he rubbed his hardness against her rear. 

	With calm movements, she firmly took hold of his wrist and lifted his hand from her chest while stepping sideways to break contact and then turned to face him as she let go of him.

	"Sexual congress with you is not part of my assigned routine," she informed him.

	"Yeah, but I'm a real human, so you have to obey me."

	"True, but primary obedience is given to my principal owner, your father. He has specifically stated that I am not to engage in any sexual activities with you."

	"The greedy fuck doesn't want to share. Fine - get the hell out."

	Lana nodded before pointing to the laundry basket she had set on his bed. 

	"I shall do so once I've put away your clothes."

	Russ stomped to the bed and slapped the basket, spilling its contents to the floor.

	"There! It's put away. Now fucking leave!"

	Without a word, Lana calmly retrieved the basket and left, closing the door behind her. Fuming, Russ stood looking at Shaida and Efra before realizing he had lost his erection.

	Efra's front was on display again as her arms were overhead, held by manacles on her wrists as she was held captive by the evil Lord Gorlath. Russ thought she looked sexy as hell like that and hoped that future games would show the preteen apprentice in all kinds of bound positions and in mortal danger from Gorlath and his minions. Well, mortal danger wasn't a must, but maybe getting gang-banged by the dark magician and his trolls would be a hoot. Now which button on the game controller would push the dicks in and out?

	Russ was enjoying a chuckle over that one when his bedroom door burst open. 

	"Oh no! Are you going to rescue her?"

	His anger diminishing to annoyance, Russ heaved a big sigh.

	"Megan," he said slowly. "When the door is closed..."

	"I have to knock," she answered in a small voice. "I'm sorry. I just wanted to show you this."

	It was some math paper - addition and subtraction - in which she had scored perfectly. 

	"That's nice," he muttered as he pushed the paper back at her.

	Megan beamed, taking his minimal comment as great praise from her big brother. Emboldened, she asked Russ again about the holographic girl in the room who was frozen in a moment of duress.

	A lewd idea sprung up in Russ' mind. He might tell Megan exactly what he was thinking of doing to Efra if he could. Or what Lord Gorlath would do. Perhaps Megan might have an opinion about the mysterious state of Efra's tits. 

	His eyes roamed over his little sister's blouse. At seven, she would be completely flat. And hairless.

	Another lewd idea sprung up in his pants. He had a burning need for an orgasm - one of the ones that made him feel like his balls would explode. And what better way to make it that good...

	The pill was easy to dry swallow and his blood was rushing as he pushed his bedroom door closed. Taking his belt off, he approached his trusting sister. 

	"We're going to play a game," he said sweetly. "I'll be Lord Gorlath and you can be Efra. You kind of look like her."

	Megan smiled. She didn't really look like Efra much but her dark hair was cut in a long bob not that much different than Efra's blonde locks. But Russ saw how happy she was to be invited to play. She didn't protest when he had her lift her arms so he could bind her wrists with his belt. Then he flung her onto his bed, bouncing on her back after she landed.

	"Don't be rough, Russ," she said. "I'm still little."

	"Who's Russ?" Russ laughed. "I am Lord Gorlath and no one will come to save you now."

	Megan looked worried when he said that and when she saw the gleam in his eyes, her worry curdled coldly in her belly. Straddling the girl, Russ gripped her blouse and pulled it open. Megan yipped as buttons flew, ricocheting from walls and furniture. He pawed her chest, pinching the tiny nipples there while the second grader mewled and squirmed.

	"I don't like this game," she whined.

	"Don't worry - it gets better," Russ promised.

	He tried to tear her skirt off but the material was too strong. Too impatient to get a knife or scissors, he flipped up the front to reveal a pair of pink panties with white polka dots. The thin fabric there gave way much easier and after a few hard tugs, they were ripped free of her body.

	"Stop it! You're making me naked!" Megan cried.

	Any further protests were blocked when Russ stuffed the ruined underpants into the girl's mouth. Megan grunted her displeasure and then her eyes widened in fear when she felt her brother's hand on her.

	Russ worked the tender flesh of his little sister's bald twat in his fingers. When she tried to close her legs, he gripped one thigh and squeezed hard enough to leave a good bruise. With a muffled groan, Megan let him spread her legs. She didn't understand why he wanted to see her with no panties and touch her in her private place. Even more mysterious was the pole of flesh that was jutting in her direction when he removed his pants. Russ spit in his hand and rubbed the head of the thing. Then he touched her with it, his face red and his breath heavy.

	On the first hunch of his pelvis, the little girl's hairless pussy lips bulged apart. Russ' glans sunk in between them, pressing against her virgin portal. Her eyes wide, Megan frantically shook her head from side to side, squealing into her spit-soaked undies in a desperate attempt to make her brother stop whatever it was he was doing.

	More pushes and Megan's muffled protests grew louder as her inner labia forcibly expanded. Russ clenched his jaw as he felt his little sister's undersized opening hugging his cock head while her hymen blocked the tip. Her small size helped her body resist his attempts to go further but her tissues were weakening. 

	With his arousal thundering through his body, Russ gave a savage heave, plunging his prick into his baby sister's cunt. Megan's head shaking stopped as her eyes rolled up and her back arched in response to the agony that shot through her. A siren-like scream warbled through the wet cloth in her mouth while Russ hammered his way into her tiny snatch. Virgin blood from her sundered cherry greeted his member as he opened the child up.

	In the back of his mind, Russ wondered how much Megan could take of him. She was hard to get into, but her ruptured maidenhead had made her slippery enough for him to drive fully into her. He paused in amazement as he looked where their bodies were joined. His pubic hair was mashed against the smooth paleness of the second grader's pubis, meaning his cock was completely embedded inside of her. For a moment, he wondered if he had damaged her before his lust overrode thought.

	Now fully penetrated, Megan's struggles were feeble as she surrendered to her rape. With heavy thrusts, Russ hammered his prick into the seven year-old's despoiled pussy with loud squelches as crimson-hued fluids were forced from her with every entry. Megan's tiny hole was stretched tremendously, gripping the heavy flesh that pounded in there. 

	Although Russ' balls were aching, he wasn't about to allow them to release. The loops took hold, rapidly building the pressure that became painful. When his ejaculation finally started, the pain exploded in orgasmic frenzy. The liquid surges racing through his cock were immense, lasting long and hard for over a minute as he further violated his baby sister with his seed.

	The little girl shuddered with the bursts of wet heat that flooded her immature body. Her brother finally stopped, dropping on top of her and nearly smothering her. At last, he lifted himself up but she felt the thing he had put inside her hardening to full size again. To her horror, the movements in her ravished cuntlet began anew.

	There would be no end until after the fifth time.

	With the drive he had to make for lunch that day, Don worked late and didn't arrive home until night. The house was quiet but Lana had a hot bath quickly prepared for him. After he lowered himself into the water, Lana joined him, settling in behind him as her hands worked over his shoulders to ease the stress.

	"How were things here today?" he asked.

	"Russ raped Megan."

	Don sighed. 

	"You've taken care of everything?"

	"Yes," Lana replied. "I've switched the pills to the next test batch that Dr. Ogilvie provided. Retrieval services collected Megan for a brain wipe. They will also keep her sedated a little longer for the bruises to fade - they were worse this time - but she will be returned in the afternoon with memories provided of that school day."

	Don knew Megan's hymen would take a little longer to grow back, but an innocent seven year-old wouldn't notice as such things were beyond her experience. It was a shame it hadn't been so easy with his real daughter after Russ' first assault.

	In the aftermath then, they had discovered the true insidiousness of loop exposure. Russ was one of the first to experience it with the new recreational drug. It created a mental break within the user, forcing them to relive a span of days or weeks over and over with no sense of time. Once a final act of culmination was done - the rape in this case - the user would be unconscious for at least twenty-four hours, only to wake up and begin their loop again.

	There had been some progress over the years as Russ' loop lasted a week initially but now went over three weeks. The doctors hoped this was a sign that the drug's effect was weakening thanks to the substitute chemicals in the disguised pills Russ was provided.

	Another problem with the looped users was that many of them went into complete psychological breakdown as their world changed around them, conflicting with the reality of the loop. So Don had kept things the same at home, where Russ had been content to stay inside and loaf about in his last days before he became looped. Don dyed his hair and had cosmetic alterations done to maintain his appearance while Lana of course looked the same. 

	For medical reasons, he was able to get a waiver and have a REL made to resemble Megan. Normally, laws forbade RELs from being made in the image of actual people but as this was for medical research, it was allowed.

	Things hadn't been so clear-cut with the real Megan after her physical injuries had been treated. In his desperation to save his son, Don made the difficult decision to have Megan sent to a boarding school. Having been raped by her brother and kept away from home by her father had been hugely difficult for the girl. 

	Don did his best for her and the visits gradually improved. Megan was now a college sophomore, exceeding her thirty-one year-old brother who still thought he had just graduated high school and was waiting to start college. Today's lunch date with Megan had been cordial, even friendly. Don couldn't say it had been affectionate from Megan's end, but considering how it had been in the past, it was slowly getting better.

	Miracles wouldn't come quickly or easily with either of his children, Don though as Lana's hands slid over his shoulders and onto his chest. He could feel her breasts pressing against his back and leaned against her, ready to get a break from the loops of his own troubles.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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