Therapy, part 2

[nybble]

Thanks to everyone for their kind words about my first attempt. Keeps me motivated to keep trying. As always, constructive criticism is appreciated.

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"Ahhh!" Al crab-walked backwards as fast as he could, which considering there was an adult female torso on his chest, really wasn't all that fast.

"What are you? What happened?" He was in over his head and he knew it. He had to find a way out. Planting his left elbow, he dropped his right shoulder and attempted to roll Karen off of his chest. The attempt was a clumsy success.

"Ow! What was that for?" carped Karen, now flat on her back and rubbing her shoulder.

Al haphazardly scrambled to his feet and headed for the front door. He was met with a strong, forceful hand on his shoulder and pushed down to his knees. In his haste to be rid of Karen, he had forgotten about the second one.

"What's the big idea, dropping my sister on the floor like that? Sis, you OK?"

Karen propped herself up on her elbows. "Never better." She blew a strand of unruly hair out of her face, just to have it drop back into her field of view.

Karen's sister's grip was very strong. Al just stood there looking back and forth between the two of them.

"Hey, um, Al, can we talk?" Karen's tone was no longer irritated, but sounded humble. Lying on the floor, her legs still lying on the couch where they were until moments before attached to her body, she looked like a mannequin in mid dis-assembly. And that gave an air of vulnerability to her that Al, even in his current state of panic, was vulnerable to himself.

"Um, sure, we can talk."

And then no one talked.

Desperate to break the silence, Karen smirked as she asked "So, you've met my sister?"

Al glanced up at his current keeper. She did look like Karen, except for her hair was more of a strawberry blond. "Well, not formally. Um, I'm Al?" He attempted to offer his hand, and managed to run it up the inside of the woman's skirt. She took a quick step back and let go of Al.

Al was back into full fluster. "Whoa! Sorry! I, Um-"

Karen burst out laughing. "Oh, that was classic, Al. Al, this is Linda. Linda, this is Al. And can I get some help here? I'd like to get back on the couch."

Al and Linda looked at each other and, in silent agreement, walked over to Karen and picked her up. Al wasn't sure how this was going to work, as there was no direct way to set Karen on the couch without disturbing the dislocated legs already sitting there. Linda was not so confused, and managed to use Karen's body to lead Al around the coffee table to set Karen on the far end of the couch away from the legs.

After picking up the magazines off the floor and putting them back on the coffee table, Linda sat on the arm of the couch nearest Karen. "So, Al, how did you do this to Karen? Did you hypnotise her?"

"Um, well, yes I did hypnotise her, but I couldn't have done this!"

Karen looked confused. "Done what? What's wrong?"

"He removed your legs, or didn't you notice?"

"What do mean, removed my legs? I've never had legs, sis. You know that. I was made like this."

Linda looked really confused. She pointed at the two limbs on the other end of the couch. "No, you weren't. You've had legs since the beginning. Those legs right there!"

Karen and Linda continued to disagree, getting both of them more exasperated. Al was trying to stay out of this, but he was going to have to get back into it shortly. He didn't want to see these two fight, but he didn't know what was going on, either. But, as he knew from experience, arguing with someone in the throws of a post-hypnotic suggestion isn't going to get anywhere. So he did what came naturally.

"Karen, please sleep."

Karen's head slumped onto her chest in mid sentence, her eyes slamming shut.

"Wow. You did do it. Wow."

"Yeah, I guess I did." He did, didn't he? Wow. Told a woman she had no legs and they popped right off. Somewhere in the back of his still slightly inebriated mind he was quite proud of himself. Then it occurred to him that she'd want them back on at some point. Didn't think of that. Shit.

"So, can you help us?"

"You mean put her legs back on? I don't know. I don't know how this all happened. It's not supposed to happen."

"I know. It's not. But it did. And... and I can't tell you why." Linda was looking quite pained.

"Why not? Why can't you tell me?"

"*I* can't."

"Can Karen?"

Linda looked like she wanted to say something, but couldn't. She just gritted her teeth, bugged her eyes and raised her eyebrows. Al got the hint.

"Karen, can you hear me?"

"Yes."

Linda got up. "I'll go get us some drinks."

Al nodded to Linda and she left the room.

"Karen, are those legs on the couch your legs?"

"Yes."

"Earlier tonight, were they attached to the rest of your body?"

"Yes."

"Why are they no longer attached to your body?"

"Because you gave me a directive that they would no longer be a part of me."

Al thought about that for a minute.

"Karen, are you human?"

"No."

"What are you?"

"I'm a person."

That gave Al pause. He didn't understand the difference.

"Karen, what's the difference between a person and a human?"

"A human is a biological life form of the species Homo Sapiens. A person is something which looks human, acts human and is indistinguishable from a human, but is not necessarily a human."

"Please explain to me how being a person would explain what happened to your legs."

"I am a mechanical, electrical and chemical construct designed to emulate a human."

Well, thought Al, that explains a lot. She's an android of sorts. Didn't know that was possible yet. Al heard the water in the other room shut off; Linda was coming back.

"Karen, is Linda an andr- a person or a human?"

"I cannot say."

Linda came back into the room. "Here you go." She handed the water to Al.

"So, did she tell you?"

"I think so; she says she's not human."

"Did she tell you why she was so excited to find you?"

Al shook his head. "No, she didn't, but I hadn't asked yet."

"Well, can you put her back together?"

"I can try; Karen, when I count to three you will remain in a trance but will otherwise act normal. You will do whatever I tell you to do and you will answer all my questions honestly. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"Good. One, two, three."

Karen opened her eyes and raised her head.

Al was ready to get things closer to normal. "Karen, please reattach your legs. After you reattach your legs, it will be as if they were always a part of you."

Karen, without changing her slack expression, used her hands to walk her body to the end of the couch. She picked up a leg and laid it on the couch next to her. She then fell back on the couch and pulled the leg under her skirt. Using her hands, she worked each of the grey bags into her pelvis. After the final one was back inside of her, she grabbed her leg about mid hip and pulled to towards her body with a quick jerk. There was a loud, wet 'click', and she moved the leg off the couch and started doing the same procedure with the other leg.

Linda plopped down on the couch next to her sister, still reattaching her other limb. "Yes! I was right!"

That comment was just odd enough to distract Al from Karen. "About what?"

"That we could use this to get around... Karen's programming."

"So she is an android."

"Something like that."

"So she is just a machine that's programmed?"

"Not quite; we can't reprogram her. We were hoping you could."

As if on queue, Karen sat up, crossed her legs, and smiled at Al.

There was a loud crash; a car had collided with something outside the house.

"Crap! Damn college students! They better not have hit our mailbox again! Wait here; I'll take care of this!" Linda exclaimed as she stormed towards the front door. She was streaming an eloquent flow of unkind words about alcohol and driving and mailbox repair as she went outside, closing the door behind her.

Al was left with a now complete Karen looking at him from the couch. In their scuffle and in her reassembly, her clothes were very out of kilter. Her top three buttons on her blouse were undone, and it was obvious she was not wearing a bra as he could see down to her belly button. Her skirt was hiked up past the tops of her thigh-high stockings. He figured Linda was going to be out for a bit dealing with whatever was outside. The sight in front of him was tempting.

"Karen, please undo the rest of the buttons on your blouse."

"OK." She quickly undid the buttons, letting the sides of her blouse fall naturally.

"Karen, you will not avoid my touch. You will enjoy it when I touch you."

"OK."

Al reached out an gently opened her blouse. The view beyond was spectacular. Perfectly symmetrical breasts perched high on her chest. He reached out with his right hand and cupped the left breast, squeezing it. He judged the breast to be very firm, especially for it's size, yet it was not hard or unyielding. Meanwhile, her nipples became erect and she let out a soft moan, and her breathing was becoming raspy.

"Karen, button up your blouse."

As she refastened her buttons, Al reached out an pushed back her skirt, revealing the tops of her legs. He noted there was no visible seems where they were detached from her just moments before. He also noted there was no underwear; she must not have had any on for the whole evening. Looking between her legs, he saw it was completely hairless.

"Spread your legs."

Karen complied. Karen's vagina looked perfect to him. He reached down and palmed it's length. It was warm, warmer than the rest of her skin. She inhaled sharply when his fingers reached all the way back to her rectum; He guessed she liked that. Bringing his hand forward, he pushed his wrist into her clitoris and she took another quick breath, visibly relaxing and rolling her hips forward, giving him better access.

Al heard the front door open. "Thank you officer; I'm glad you were nearby. Just ring the bell if you need any more information from me."

Al quickly pulled Karen's skirt back down, forcing her legs back together, and quickly sat back on the coffee table, knocking a few magazines off onto the floor.

Linda came back into the room shaking her head. "He hit a light pole. There's already a cop out there making the driver walk the line." She then picked up the magazines and re-stacked them on the coffee table and sat down on the couch next to Karen.

Al went back to asking Karen questions, hoping to hide the tent pole in his pants. "Karen, why do you think I can reprogram you?"

"Because Linda thought you would be able to change my directives."

Linda leaned forward to talk. "Her directives are her most basic foundation, the laws which govern her, those axioms which define her view on reality and how she fits into it. When her higher level emotional personality needs to interpret a new situation, it passes the information down to the directives and they pass back a plan of action which the personality layer enacts."

"So, if I change a directive, I change her view of reality?"

"Yes; some of the directives are how she views herself like having two arms and two legs, and that hands are used to pick things up and legs are used for walking. Some are how she views other people, like when she should be nice to someone and when she should be unkind to someone or who is in charge and who is her servant. Still others are about her priorities in her life, what her purpose to exist is. Everything that defines her existence and how she reacts to the world is based on some directive."

"And you two can't change them?"

"No not directly. If a situation happens often enough, she will cache the plan of action as a new directive. We can only do so much, though, without outside help. She won't accept new directives from me; we've tried. We needed someone else."

"So why me?"

"I tend to have a lot of free time on my hands these days, so I've been doing research. She was designed to emulate a human, so I've looked into how humans deal with these sorts of situations, when they have directives about themselves which they want to change."

"Like removing an addiction or stopping a bad habit."

"Exactly. One way to do this is hypnosis."

Al was stunned. These two had been fishing for a hypnotist and had caught him, hoping he could 'reprogram' Karen. And it worked.

There was one more thing that Al was curious about. He casually knocked the top magazine off the table onto the floor. Linda looked at him and then picked up the magazine, placing it back onto the stack. The stack was perfectally aligned. Al chuckled to himself and grinned.

"So, Linda, are you curious about hypnosis? Would you like to go into a trance?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

[The Collector]

To quote the great Pinky, "NAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARF!"

[fection]

Yeah, good work! An original angle. And well written too. Keep it up!

[tc]

I can think of some interesting possibilities.

Please continue.

[nybble]

OKAY!

The Board's back! Story can continue! Nybble I hope you've gotten more written during downtime, cause I have been eagerly awaiting more.

Yikes! Yes, I have some more, but it will have to wait until later tonight for some polishing and posting. That "Real Life" MMORG keeps eating all my time...

[Green Dragon]

part three bud its riviting stuff

[bilbo]

This is a great original story! MORE MORE MORE

[Baron]

I'm always a fan of a "different" approach, so the hypno-slant works well for me.

However, my "Greybeard" status must be showing; this story strongly reminds me of the wonderful old "Ghastly" series of comic books, most penned {or at least edited} by the late great Dick Briefer. I once had {and later sold at a pre-eBay comic convention} a complete set of 1949 Ghastlies featuring the Frankenstein Monster.

In this particular story-arc, the Monster was found comatose in a cave, and only the powers of the Evil Hypnotist Zoltan could rouse him to consciousness. Elements of this scenario {including Evil Hypnotist Zoltan} were later used in the laughable Hammer film "The Evil of Frankenstein," in 1964.

Be that as it may, your story is building quite nicely, nybble; keep up the good work!!

[bilbo]

I think that the fact that somebody has taken the time to think long and hard about how the 'bot' is programmable. After all, if she's meant to imitate a human female then hypnosis style suggestion is a good means to access 'her' programming.
More please, the only point I would make is that a bit more detailed discription of the girls would be nice.

[Green Dragon]

ha ha ha dont listen to him lol but seriously more dude