When the weekend was over, Jolene stayed Jolene, Carl went back to normal, Caroline vanished, and Sara talked Carl into dialing back her changes just a bit, so she could fit into all her usual clothes.  Jolene sighed at the loss of Caroline, but conceded that it wasn’t working as she’d hoped.  She wanted Carl as badly as ever, and Carl was just as adamant that as Joe or Jolene, he just couldn’t make it click.

Throughout the week, Sara and Carl texted back and forth extensively, and met up for coffee a few times.  On Friday they met at an open-air cafe, and when Carl arrived there were two coconut shells on the table, decorated with a profusion of fruit on colourful spikes.  Sara pushed one toward Carl.  “On me.”

Carl took a sip and raised his eyebrows.  “Testing me?  There’s a lot of different flavours in here.  Coconut dominates, unsurprisingly.  Pineapple, papaya, a hint of mango...”

“I don’t want to test you, just... this is one of my very favourites, so I thought I’d share.”

Carl took another sip, and mmmed appreciatively.  “I feel like I’d appreciate it more as Caroline.”

“Dinner first, then we can play.”

Carl studied Sara as they sipped their drinks.  “What are you nervous about?  Wait, this is sort of our third date, isn’t it?”

Sara nodded guiltily.  “About where my nerves get the better of me and make me stupid.”

“You’re not going to roofie yourself, are you?  That stuff isn’t good for you.”

Sara’s eyes dropped to her purse, and Carl scowled.  “No.  There must be another way.  The Venn Machine?”

Sara’s eyes lit up.  “Yeah!  You could make me more confident...”

Carl chuckled warmly.  “Doesn’t your new body already do that?”

“At first, yes,” admitted Sara.  “But all the looks I’m getting make me nervous.  The guys are the worst, it feels like they’re undressing me in their minds.”

“I don’t,” said Carl.  “Don’t need to,” he added with a grin.

Sara chuckled weakly at that.  “Fair point.  You don’t need to imagine, you built this body.”

“And you gave me a very good look at it that very night.  Would it be easier on you if I were Caroline, instead?”

Sara sipped her drink slowly as she considered the question.  “In some ways, yes.  I’d be less nervous, but... it feels like a step in the wrong direction.  If only you really could just venn this away.  But the machines can’t change minds.”

“Not directly, no,” agreed Carl.  “But they can achieve quite a bit indirectly.  If I turned you into a harem girl, and gave that girl a feedback path that made obedience feel good...”

Sara’s eyes lit up.  “That sounds like fun.  I don’t think it’d help with my nerves, though.”

“Hmm.  True.  I’ve been doing a little digging, and... if I change you enough, your body would have a mind of its own.  It starts based on you, but with the right requests, you can tinker with it a bit.  It’s blind work, but it can be effective.”

“So I’d be me and... not-nervous me?  And I’m supposed to just let this other me take over?”

“When you put it like that...”

Sara grinned.  “It sounds like fun.  So if you were Sultan of the Harem, and could have your sorceress twist my mind to your will, what would you change?”

It was Carl’s turn for a long pull on the sweet and fruity beverage before him.  “Fantasy me, or practical me?”

“Definitely fantasy you.  I won’t hold anything you suggest against you, just tell you yea or nay.”

Carl’s gaze went to a distant place, full of silk and mystery.  “What would Sultan Vinson do...  He’s a powerful man, and his harem is a place to relax and unwind.  His concubines must be soft of voice and gentle of demeanour.  But not so gentled that their personality is gone.  Feisty is good.  And yet... he would want to be able to bridle it, and see her eyes flash with the knowledge that her words will be honeyed if he orders it.  For his word is law.”

“Go on,” breathed Sara.  “Tell me about the Sultan’s favourite.”

“Oh!  She is a fiesty one.  Gold hair, eyes that rival sapphires.  She wrangles with him, claiming to want freedom, but they both know her body burns for his touch, and only his touch can satisfy her.  He lets her have her voice, but at his word, her body betrays her.”

“Oh God yes.  Can you really do that?”

Carl blinked his eyes, gaze returning to the woman across from him, noticing her flush, the sheen of sweat.  “Wait, but...  Seriously?”

“Can.  You.  Do.  It.”

Carl nodded slowly.  “I think so.  The conditioning is the tricky part, and I’d need feedback... oh!  Yes, that would be pretty.”

“Fuck dinner, take me to the Venn Machine,” growled Sara.

Carl grinned back at her.  “Finish your drink first.  These are lovely, it’d be a shame to waste them.”

“They’re paid for.  Let’s go.”

Sara linked elbows with Carl as they strolled toward the mall and the Venn Machine within it.  They finished their drinks, and fed each other fruity tidbits from the remnants, giggling all the way.  Once the husks were disposed of, Sara cuddled up closer to Carl as they walked.  “Will I still be pretty?”

“Ever so much so.  But for it to work, you won’t be entirely human.”

“Oooh, better and better.  Part cat?”

Carl laughed warmly.  “I think that’s the wrong species if I’m going for obedience.  I was thinking android.  No need to eat, or even breathe.”

Sara cooed at the thought.  “I could kiss forever.  Or... other things,” she added with a saucy wink.

“What happened to the fainting angel from before?” asked Carl.

“Sugar buzz.  And excitement.  Harem-bot!  I’ve never been anything so amazing before.”

“Then I shall do my best to make it as amazing as you’re imagining,” declaimed Carl, before pulling Sara in for a kiss that nearly kept them from getting to the mall at all.

Many giggles later, they were standing in front of the Venn Machine.  At Sara’s urging, Carl set it for two days to cover the bulk of the weekend.  “I want to be yours all weekend.”

Carl chuckled softly.  “Give me strength.”

Sara’s eyes lit with mischief when he said that.  “Okay.  C’mon!”  She darted into one side of the machine, and Carl stepped into the other, mind awhirl with ideas.

He worked on Sara’s design for a few minutes, then studied his handiwork.  “Hm.  It looks right, but... well, there’ll be no way to tell how well it works until we try.  Ready?”

“Yep!”  Carl felt his body shift with whatever change Sara had designed, and when he touched the green circle to change Sara, the doors opened.  He checked himself out as he followed Sara to the mirror, then looked up at his reflection.  “I don’t see any changes.  What did you do?”

Sara was admiring the broad gold choker that covered most of her throat.  An egg-sized sapphire decorated the front of it.  “Mmm?” she asked softly.  “Oh, just a strength and stamina boost.  Figured you might need it.”

Carl flexed his arm.  “Oh.  Neat.  I don’t feel different, but... I like it.”

“I don’t feel different either.  Other than the jewelry.”  Sara tugged at it.  “It feels like it’s part of me?  I can’t move it, and when I touch it I feel.”  She wriggled.  “Feels nice.”

Carl took her hand and held up her wrist so she could see it.  There was a broad band there, and another gem.   He brushed the gem with his fingertips, and she shuddered.  Her eyes went wide.  “I have pleasure buttons?”  She tried touching the gem herself, but nothing happened.

“Ah ah ah... they don’t work for you.  There’s a reason for that.”

“What?” purred Sara.  “Wait, why can’t I yell at you?”

Carl brushed a finger down the side of her choker.  “Voice limiter.  It has two modes, want to try the other?”

Sara licked her lips, then nodded.  Carl brushed a finger over the gem at her throat, and said, “Now try.”

Sara moaned happily, then hummed, then purred.  But no words came out.  Her look went from alarm to an impish grin, and she pointed at the gem imperiously.

“I don’t know,” chuckled Carl.  “I think I like you this way.”  He tapped the gem again.

“Testing,” breathed Sara.  “God, everything I say sounds like I’m eager for sex.”

Carl grinned.  “That part worked.  There’s one other little thing you should know.”

“Ah?”

“Every time I touch the gems, the tingle gets stronger... but only if you let your body’s mind have control.  They get progressively weaker when you’re in control, as does every other source of pleasure.”

Sara’s eyes went wide.  “Fiendish,” she moaned.  “Ohhhh, that wasn’t supposed to sound like an invitation.”

Carl held out his hand.  “Shall we retire to somewhere more private to see how the conditioning takes?”

The gems at Sara’s wrists and throat glowed warmly, and a matching glow came from her ankles and belly button.  “Yes, Sultan.  I will follow wherever you lead.”

Carl smiled.  “Much better.  And I see the indicators work,” he gestured to the glowing gems.  “When you give up control, they glow.”  He brushed the one at Sara’s wrist as he took her hand, and she moaned softly.

“That felt wonderful, master.  May I have another?”

“When we get somewhere a little more private.  People are staring.”

Sara purred happily, and started unbuttoning her top.  “Let them see what you have made.”

“Ah!  No undressing yet,”

Sara pouted, but stopped.  “I yearn to be free of these confines, but I will wait until you allow it.”

“Can you let normal Sara out for a bit?” asked Carl.

Sara’s eyes sparkled with mischief but the gems did not dim.  “Oh no, master.  Your servant is yours all weekend.”

Carl tugged Sara by the hand, and led her to the entrance.  Once they were safely inside his car, he ordered her to let her normal mind have the lead.  The gems dimmed swiftly.

Sara took a deep, shuddery breath.  “Now why’d you go and do that?  I was having fun.  This is so much better than the pills.  I say this from the bottom of my heart, thank you.  I love it.  I want to stay like that all night.”  The gems started glowing once more.

Carl grinned.  “Letting me have my fantasy good and hard, are you?”

“Oh yes master.  But it is her fantasy too.”

“Tell me why.”

“Sara gets scared of choices, and overthinks them.  She trusts you, and feels free and happy now that all the choices are yours.”

“Sara?  She?  What is your name?”

“This one does not yet have a name.”

“Would you like a name?”

“Yes, master, if you choose to give me one.”

“Hmm.  Sara would be wrong, and confusing.”

“Very wise, master.”

Carl cocked an eyebrow at her.  “I see you’ve learned the art of honey-voiced sass.”

The figure beside him smiled enigmatically.

“So that is your name.  Sass.”

Sass giggled happily.  “A wise choice, master.  Sass will be your companion all weekend.”

Carl’s grin was as wide as hers.  “And you get it.  Brilliant.  Your place or mine?”

“You do not appear to understand the parameters you have given me.  The choice is yours.  Sara’s residence, however, is closer and presently unoccupied.  Her roommates agreed to ‘make space’ for you two, and will find warm beds elsewhere if asked.”

“Choice is mine indeed,” muttered Carl, still grinning.  “Scamp and scoundrel would also suit you well.  Your place it is.”

“Very good, master.”  Sass gave him directions, one turn at a time, as if she was no more than a GPS unit, but could not conceal her grin when Carl accused her of doing so.

“Sass is helpful!” she chirped when they reached their destination.

“Yes you are.  Have you told your friends to be elsewhere yet?”

Sass held up her phone, which they’d retrieved almost by reflex after venning.  “Sass is very helpful!”

“Are you going to keep that joke going all night?” asked Carl as he opened the door for her.

Sass smiled at him brilliantly, and shook her head.  “I have much better plans.”

As she danced away from him, Carl looked up at where they’d parked.  “What is this place?  Do you live in a mansion?”

“Used to belong to my grandparents.  When they died, my folks renovated it into four separate homes.  Each of the grandkids got one, but my brother and cousins all sold theirs.  I could afford to keep mine, partly by renting some of the space to friends.”

Sass led Carl down a shallow set of stairs to an ornately carved door made of some dark wood.  “Used to be the front door,” she commented as she unlocked it.  “The others didn’t want it, or the basement, so I got both.”

The room on the far side of the door was perhaps eight feet on a side.  The far wall was dominated by a closet, one door peeking open on a mass of jackets.  To the right was a large rack of shoes, with just enough space for Carl’s down in one corner.  He slipped them off and turned to follow Sass through the opening to the left, where he could see a kitchen with polished black countertops and brushed steel fittings.  It looked big enough for at least half a dozen people to hang out in.

The room beyond the cloakroom was huge, the kitchen only took up a small corner of it.  The rest was paneled in dark wood, and an enormous fireplace dominated the far wall.  The furnishings were spartan in comparison - an enormous overstuffed black leather couch was lost in the middle of the room, facing halfway between the fireplace and a huge flatscreen TV off to the right.  Two matching loveseats flanked it.  Part of one wall had a burgundy velvet curtain draped over it, flanked on either side by glass display cases full of random oddments.

Sass spun in place, there was room here to dance.  Room for an entire dance party.  “I love the open space, what do you think?”

“Beats my apartment by miles.  Is that a tiger-skin rug by the fireplace?”

Sass peered that way and began to giggle.   “That’s new.  I bet it’s Liss, she loves being things.  Her way to make herself ‘gone’ for the weekend.  Alice is undoubtedly out partying or making videos, likely both.  C’mon!”

Carl followed Sass down a broad corridor.  To the right she waved to another passage claiming it held store rooms, the furnace “and so on”.  They passed several large doors, padded with yet more dark leather for soundproofing.

“Can’t hear a thing from any room.  It’s great.”  Sass pointed to one of the doors.  “Coral’s room.  She’s probably one one of her computers, but we won’t hear a peep out of her, nor she from us.”

The hall ended in a large set of double doors in a similar style.  Sass threw them open to reveal an explosion of colour.  Dominating the room was a four-poster bed draped in three different shades of blue-green silk.  Scattered around the room were several nests of brightly coloured pillows, and no few scarves.

“Harem chic, is it?” chuckled Carl.

Sass nodded enthusiastically.  “But the best part is that torch on the side wall.  Turn it, turn it!” she demanded.

Carl dutifully approached what looked like a wooden torch in a cast iron sconce.  As he got closer, he saw that the dull orange glow from its head was created by carefully arranged LEDs.  He tugged on it, then twisted it, and a crack appeared in the panelling just beside it.  Carl’s eyes widened as he pushed on it.  “A secret door?”

“Check it out!” called Sass from behind him.

Carl pushed further in, discovering a cozy little room with two wingback chairs, a small table, and walls lined with books.  “It’s awesome, a cozy little li...”

As he turned back to face the room, Sass was there in the doorway.  She was wearing only a gauzy piece of silk looped around her waist like some minimalist sarong.  Her grin could not possibly be wider as she watched Carl’s brain reboot.

“Sara’s always wanted to do this, but never had the guts.  Like what you see?”

Carl growled happily, and scooped Sass up in his arms.  He carried her to the bed, and by the time he’d set her down, all the buttons of his shirt had been loosened.  Sass helped him tug it free, then she wrapped him up in a tight, tight hug.

It wasn’t until the shuddering started that Carl realized what Sass’ true plan was.  She’d pushed the gems on her wrists and belly against his skin, and was soon moaning most delightfully.  Her body spasmed, and she tumbled back onto the bed.

After a few more moments of delicious shuddering, Sass rolled to face Carl.  “C’mere.”

“You just want me for my flesh,” groused Carl playfully.

“Only your touch activates these gems,” purred Sass.  “I tried and tried to use them on the way home, and it didn’t work.  Master is cruel and heartless for preventing that.”  Her tone belied the bitterness of the words.

Carl laughed.  “You’d be blissed out all the time if I’d allowed that.  Besides, that was part of the fantasy you agreed to.  You only feel pleasure at my touch.”

Sass prowled toward him.  “They feel sooo delightful.  I want all of them at once.”

“Every time they activate, the effect gets a little stronger,” said Carl, holding up a hand.  “And your obedience feedback is tied to it.”

Sass tilted her head curiously.  “Obedience feedback?  I haven’t felt compelled to obey you in anything.”

“Kiss me,” ordered Carl, and Sass darted to do so.  Her eyes sparkled as she shuddered through the kiss, and she clung to him even as he struggled for breath.  “Stop kissing!” hissed Carl the moment he got his lips free.

Sass tumbled away from Carl, watching him pant and grinning at her lack of same.  “Nope.  No feedback, other than the gems.”  She reached for his body once more.

Carl grabbed her wrists, carefully away from the gems.  “Figures.  Too subtle, too much of a judgement call.  What was all that with ‘this one’ and ‘give me a name’, then?”

“Getting into character.”

Carl rolled his eyes.  “At least the inhibitions bit worked.”

Sass grinned at him and waggled her hips.  “Did it ever!  I feel so free.  C’mon, let me have some of the good stuff.”

“Addicted already?” asked Carl, arching an eyebrow.

“Nnnot exactly.  Yet.  But I bet you could train me pretty effectively with that reward.”

Carl shifted his grip to cover Sass’ gems, and she writhed in pleasure.  When he let go, she was the one panting.  “Good girl,” he murmured.

Sass nodded eagerly.  “The best.  More?”

“Find me some clothes suitable for a Sultan, and I will.”

Sass hopped out of bed and darted around the room.  She pulled silks from this pile and that, and several long opaque scarves in a shimmering purple.  One scarf became Carl’s turban, another went around his waist.  The silks she draped over his shoulders.  “There.  Sultan of the Harem.  Do you like?” she asked, eyes bright and eager.

Carl studied himself, then strolled over to the standing mirror.  “I feel overdressed.”

Sass was unbuckling the belt to his slacks before he finished speaking, and soon had them tugged to the ground.  “Now you look like a Sultan.”

Carl pulled Sass up into an embrace, making sure her belly gem was brushing against his belly before wrapping her arms around him.  She shuddered happily in the embrace.  “Thank you.”

Carl gestured back to the bed, and Sass quickly hopped up on it, then knelt.  “Have I pleased my Sultan?”

“You are very eager to please,” mused Carl as he strolled closer.  “You can’t possibly be trained yet.”

Sass giggled.  “I can if I want to be.  Sass is a very good girl.”

“The best,” agreed Carl, chuckling softly as Sass’ eyes rolled in bliss.  “Wait, did that affect you?”

“A little,” Sass said with a shiver in her voice.  “Anticipation.”

Carl hopped up onto the bed, sitting beside Sass.  He brushed his fingers over her ankle, and the gem there, producing a delightful shiver.  “A little reward, to reinforce it.  Sass is obedient.”

“Mmm, yes.  Sass is obedient.  Oooh!”

Carl’s other hand stroked the big gem replacing Sass’ belly button.  “But there’s a gem we haven’t tried.  Curious?”

“You showed it to me at the mall, silly.”

Carl brushed fingertips over the gem at Sass’ neck, then grinned at her mutinous look.  “Something wrong?”

Sass’ lips opened, but the only sound that came out was a soft moan.  She tried again, producing a brief gurgle, then a purr of pleasure.  Her eyes went very wide, as did her grin.

“Not quite muted, so you can still express pleasure,” affirmed Carl with a matching grin.  “But there will be no more sass from you.”

Sass cast her gaze downward, her pose one of obedience.  Her anticipatory wriggling made Carl chuckle.  “And yet you’re still expressive.  You’ve got better uses for that mouth than talking.  See to it.”

Carl had a great deal of fun ordering Sass to perform lewd sexual acts on and for him, leaving her muted the entire time, and rewarding her with touches to one gem or another.  Her happy noises made it clear she was having a wonderful time as well.

“You have done exceptionally well,” said Carl at last.  “You may speak.”  His fingers brushed Sass’ throat-gem.

Sass snuggled up against him mewling contentedly, and said nothing.

“Speak.”

“Yes master,” murmured Sass.  “What do you want this one to say?”

“We’ve been dancing on the line of volition.  You had no say in any of that.”

Sass shuddered delightfully.  “Yes, it was perfect.  Almost perfect.”

Carl smirked.  “Almost?”

“I want all five at once.”

“And what will you give me in return for that gift?”

Sass assumed an obedient, kneeling pose.  “This one gives herself to her master.”

Carl raised an eyebrow.  “Meaning?”

“I am an android, yes?”

Carl nodded slowly.

“I am not human.  I will sign myself over to you, to become your...”  Sass shuddered, gasping for breath.  “Your possession.”

“For two days,” said Carl.  “That would be...”

“For a year,” said Sass.

Carl closed his eyes.  “Bring Sara back.”

Sara started cursing at him the moment the gems glow faded.  “I told you not to do this.”

“Your alter ego is offering herself up as a possession.  Offering you up.”

Sara shuddered softly, then slumped with a mournful sigh.  “Taking away the pleasure was a hell of a mean trick.  You didn’t have to.  There’s nothing in her that’s not also in me, and everything she felt, I felt.”

Carl tilted his head and studied Sara.  “So I trained you while training her?  I was trying to minimize that.  To leave you unbroken.”

Sara started to giggle hysterically.  “I’ve always been broken.”  Then her head snapped up and her gaze locked with his.  “You made me whole.  Don’t undo this.  Take away the android, leave the rest.”

“I’ll miss Sass.”

“I’ll change my name.”

‘If you’re human, I can’t own you.”

Sara smiled at him deliriously.  “I don’t care.  The paper would be meaningless.  You already own my soul.”

“Sara!  Oh, what have I done to you?”

“Exactly what I wanted.  Everything in that fantasy, good and hard, and unlike many fantasies... I want this.  I want this so badly, Carl.”

“Two conditions.”

Sara sat up excitedly.  “Anything!”

“We’re going to the Venn Machine right now, and putting you back to normal.”

“Awww.”

“And if you still think this way in the morning, I’ll do it.”

Sara nodded excitedly.  “And I’ll get five gems then?”

Carl laughed softly and opened his arms wide.  “Five gems now.”

Sass’ gems flared and she pounced on Carl.  He lay back, pulling her on top of him, then arranging their bodies ankle to ankle, wrist to wrist.  Sass shuddered and moaned in pleasure, and Carl made sure to take his own pleasure as well.

Before long, they were lying side by side.  Carl was spent and drowsy.  Sara was dazed and slack-jawed.  Eventually she murmured, “Thank you, master.  Owner of my heart and soul.”

Carl chuckled weakly.  “One night of pleasure and I own your soul?”

“That was not mere pleasure, master.  I feel... reborn.”

Carl rolled his head to look at the woman beside him, then his eyes widened.  “Sara?”

Sara smiled at him.  “I’m not going to change my mind.  This was the only way to be clear.”

Carl sighed and levered himself out of bed.  He started searching for his pants and shirt.  Silks had been strewn everywhere during their play.  “Can you help me find my pants?”

“Yes.  And I will if you tell me to,” said Sara with a giggle.

Carl rolled his eyes but his lips twitched into a grin.  “As you wish.  Help me find my clothes, then get dressed.”

Sara uncovered his pants and shirt in moments, then helped him put them on in the most lascivious manner she could imagine.  Carl enjoyed the attention, and nearly ended up back in bed with her.  “I meant, get yourself dressed, but this was fun.”

Sara giggled.  “I live to please, master.”

“Sara is a very good girl.”

Sara groaned happily.  “How does that even work?  I can’t feel anything, and it still hits like a truck.”

“And you’re okay with your mind being bent?” asked Carl, trying not to sound worried and not fully succeeding.

Sara slipped into a dress, without panties or bra first.  “I love it.  I want more.  This is so, so, so much better than roofies, I can’t even...”

“But...”

Sara snuggled up against Carl and silenced him with a kiss.  “No.  I am yours.  Don’t overthink it and screw it up.”

“Voice of experience?”

Sara nodded.  “So, so much.  I’ve known you for a week.  This is crazy, but I want this more than anything I’ve ever wanted.”

“So glad I can meet your venn fantasies,” Carl said with a grin.

Sara took a step back, peering up into Carl’s face with a hint of concern.  “Are they yours, too?  You’re turning me into a fantasy girl.  Do you prefer the robot?  I’ll stay this way if you want.”

“Overthinking.”

Sara giggled, and bowed her head demurely.  “Right.  I live to serve, master.”

“Sara is a very good girl.”

Sara moaned.  “Fuck.  Either let me go full bot or change me.”

“Are you seriously going out like that?  Freshly fucked hair and a dress?”

“My shoes are by the door.”  Sara turned and jogged toward the door.  Carl was not far behind her, admiring the view.

On the drive back to the mall, Sara started talking.  About various flings, and times she’d roofied herself to have fun.  “I always regretted it the next day.”

“Afraid?”

“Nope.  Skittish, excited, mind spinning so fast I have to talk to shut it up, but...  I want this to work.  Helps you don’t think I’m being weird.”

Carl chuckled.  “You’re lots weird.  Good kind of weird.”

“See?  That’s why I love you.”  Sara put her hands over her mouth.  “Oops.”

“If I said it in my sleep I must have meant it.  I love you too.”

Sara giggled.  “Yeah, that was way more embarrassing.”

“I’m gonna call you Sass even when you’re not a robot.”

“I’ll Sass you all the time if you do.”

“Good.”

When Carl parked, Sara waited with her door closed to see what he’d do.  After a moment’s hesitation, he came around to her side and opened it for her, and was rewarded with a brilliant grin.  “Very good.”

“Not all women like that sort of thing.”

“This one does.  So... we’ve played out my fantasy of being a harem slavebot.  What’s yours?”

Carl waved a hand up and down her body.  “I designed your look to be a fantasy made real.  The perfect girl.”

Sara snorted her disbelief.  “Hardly perfect.  What if I say no?”

“I don’t want a slave.”

“Then what are these?” asked Sara.  She held up her wrists to show the gold bracers bound to her skin.

“Fun.  Sexy.  Being able to turn you on at a touch...”

Sara grinned.  “Oooh, yeah.  I want to keep that.  C’mon, what else should the perfect fantasy girl have?”

Carl stopped walking.  “No limits, no recriminations, just ‘not my thing’ if I go too far?”

Sara stepped in front of him and smiled invitingly.  “That’s fair.  I promise not to get mad, even if your fantasy girl is some sort of Stepford Wife obedient drone.”

Carl made a face.  “Training you could be fun.  But I would never want to get rid of Sass.  Helpful, willing to cook a meal or rub my shoulders, sure.  Willingly, eagerly, but not slavishly.  Does that make sense?”

Sara nodded.  “Not bitchy, check.”

Carl laughed at her simplification.  “Yeah, that’d do it.”

“What about physical features?  Not just the pretty face, but things like not needing birth control, or never having a period...”

“I already did that.  You’re synthetic, remember?”

“Can I keep that bit?” pleaded Sara.  “Maybe make me even more elastic down there?”

“Is that part of your fantasy body?” asked Carl.

“No periods?  I’d let you turn my whole body to rubber for that, so... yes.”

“Mmm, not rubber.  Not exactly.  Like your skin now, synthetic but nearly indistinguishable from flesh.”

“Yes please.”  Sara took Carl’s hand, and headed toward the Venn Machines.

When they got there, Sara set it for two days, and hopped inside.  “Do your best.”

“I intend to.  So what are you going to turn me into?”

Sara studied Carl as he worked.  “Mmm.  Tempted to turn you into something sexy and slinky.”

“I’ve never been clothing before,” mused Carl.

Sara giggled warmly.  “Not what I meant.  Caroline.”

Carl smiled.  “Oh!  Sure.  Hm, that means you need...”  He continued muttering for a bit.  “There.”

“Ready here.”

Sara’s look didn’t change much, though the sudden need to breathe caused her to gasp.  “Oooh, this does feel nice.  I feel all tingly and warm even without the gems.”

A moment later Carl felt the familiar curves of Caroline replace his own.  “Well.  This should be an interesting weekend.  No more Sultan?”

“Nope.  Just a bunch of girls having a sleepover.”

Carl’s eyes narrowed.  “You’re scheming.”

“With the best of intentions.  Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

Sara giggled.  “Oooh, you may yet regret that.  You’d make fine lingerie.”

Carl smirked.  “Don’t think I’d regret that.”

“Alright then.  Back in the Venn Machine with you.”  Sara set the machine for a year.  “How much do you trust me?”

Carl studied the spinning icon, watching the pale blue dot circle the sun.  “Not quite that much.  Yet.  You said you’d turn Jolene into a possession if you venned her for a month.”

“Mmm, yes.  My college roomie begged to stay on as my bra, and let me change her for three years.  I turned her back when the summer was over, though.”

“Really?” asked Carl.

Sara pouted at him.  “No.  Liss has done it, though.  And she has been begging me to turn her into a bra and keep her that way.  Would you like to see me wearing human lingerie?”

“I’d rather see you lined up with a half dozen other harembots.”

“Oooh!  Have we found your big fantasy at last?”

Carl ducked his head, and let Caroline’s long silky hair hide his face.  Her face.  “When I said I don’t want to live out a harem comedy earlier, I wasn’t entirely telling the truth.  The idea of living with several sexy women who all want me is... appealing.”

“So why are you shivering and ducking away from me?”

“Because it’s wicked to want multiple women to myself.”

Sara giggled.  “Oh dear, it seems my wonderful virile boyfriend has the most common male fantasy on the planet.”

Carl chuckled softly and raised her head to look at Sara.  “Seriously?”

“How many societies allowed, practically encouraged men to have multiple wives?  How many guys fantasize about a threesome?”

“Uh, when you put it that way you make me sound ordinary.  Possibly boring.”

Sara’s eyes sparkled with mischief.  “Your fantasies undoubtedly go far further than ordinary and boring.  They must, or you wouldn’t sound so disappointed.”

“I hadn’t really thought about it...”  Carl said slowly as she turned her gaze back to the Venn Machine.

“No recriminations.  Tell me.”  Sara’s voice was soft and inviting.

“Identical harem bots.  Five or six of them.”

“Ooooh.  And would I be identical to the rest?”

“No, you’d be Queen of the Harem, with milk-pale, flawless skin.  The others would be a dusky gold, and a little more visibly robotic than you were.  But still obviously made in your image.”

“Okay,” breathed Sara.  “I’ll see how many volunteers I can find.  We can use Liss as the prototype, and that’ll help me sell it.”

Carl blinked.  “Wait, what?”

“It’ll take some work to set it up, though.”  Sara stretched and yawned.  “Maybe we should worry about it in the morning, it’s getting late.”

Carl smiled.  “Your place or mine?”

“Oh, definitely mine.”

“After seeing that bed of yours, I completely agree.”  Caroline took Sara’s hand, making sure to brush wrists with the gem there.  At Sara’s shudder of pleasure she grinned. “Oh, good.”

“Sara is a good girl.  I mean... what?”

Caroline giggled.  “Tweaked the rules to make sure I’d still count when touching the gems.  Even if I’m a girl.  Now it’s ‘any human other than you’, so the harem-bots won’t be able to trigger it either.”

“You are a cruel and heartless master,” said Sara in honeyed tones.  “I love it.  And you.”

Caroline leaned in for a lovely kiss.  “Mmmm,” she sighed when it broke.  “Breathing is good.”

Sara giggled.  “Really?”

“Suffocating every time we kiss was getting tiring.”

“I’ll show you tiring,” purred Sara, tugging Caroline toward the doors.  “Let’s go home.”