From borisl@room3b.demon.co.ukFri Nov 10 11:20:44 1995 Date: Sun, 05 Mar 95 21:29:46 GMT From: Boris Ludmenkov To: dhuberma@copper.ucs.indiana.edu Subject: UNHEARD MELODIES [Attached File: C:\AMIPRO\DOCS\FUNANDGA\MINDCONT\TOLOUVRE\UNHEARD.TXT Size: 5258] mc-unheard.txt I did not write this story. This story was obtained from the internet or a BBS. Most of the multi-part stories were consolidated at the time, and some minor adjustments made, mostly of a cosmetic nature. Enjoy ! Subject: Music Control (f, mf, control) From: zooropa@falcon.cc.ukans.edu (Michael E. Rubin ("Bono")) Lines: 88 This is my first posting and instead of a full story, I'd like to offer a treatment for a story that I've been writing. Adolescent fantasy, mind you, but this seems to be the place to offer it. I would appreciate any response you might have via e-mail please to : ZOOROPA@FALCON.CC.UKANS.EDU. Judging by this response, I'll finish the story, possibly to write more. It's based on a fantasy I've had for a long time. :) By the way, the title is based on a poem called "Ode to a Grecian Urn." So here goes.... *********************************************************** "Unheard Melodies that Are Sweet" "No, I won't go out with you and that's my last word on it! Stop calling me!" -SLAM- The line clicked and produced a droning dialtone. Joe hung up the phone with a small satisfied smile slowly tugging at the corners of his mouth. Jenn Ryan, one of the most beautiful women working at MicroSystems, had rejected his advances for the third time. Joe, an engineer at the company, had had his sights set on the comely Ryan ever since she had first started working at MicroSystems six months ago. Needless to say, his attempts to woo her had never succeeded. And now, he'd get his revenge. With all his energies, Joe summoned the power of the Ancient Spirit and commanded it to infuse the small cassette tape with its 'blessing'. A small glow enveloped the tape, bathing the darkened room in a pale, etheral light. Then...it was done. The tape had disappeared. Joe laughed with an evil satisfaction. Summoning another power, he transported himself instantaneously to his victim's residence, rendered invisible by the Spirit. There, he would watch his prey pay the price for her rejection. ******* Jenn Ryan returned home from another long day at MicroSystems. She was tired and irritable. Deadlines for shipping MicroSystems Word faced her, looming ever more ominous with each passing day. The call from that demeaning fool, Joe Crowder, had only added to the strain. But with grim satisfaction, she had enjoyed turning him down, being able to take out the pressures of her job on this lowly twerp. "My God, I'm putting in too many of these fourteen hour days," Jenn thought to herself as she locked the doors to her apartment, barely being able to supress another yawn. She kicked off her shoes, not caring where they landed and headed straight for her bedroom. Without even undressing, Jenn's supple body fell on the bed. Within a minute, she was fast asleep. Unbeknownst to Jenn, the stereo next to her bed came alive with a silent flicker of power. A tape that hadn't been there before slowly started to play. Quiet pulses of rhtyhm and melody began to emit from the small speakers. The Spirit was now loose. It quickly realized what its mission was and zerod in on the lovely sleeping form on the bed. For a moment, a green glow completely enveloped Jenn Ryan, and then jsut as quickly it was gone. But the Spirit hadn't left. A pencil-thin ray of light slowly began to cascade down her body, in time to the pulsing rhythms. It acheived its simple mastery over matter and began to unclasp the buttons on her blouse. The garment fell off her body silently. Jenn, deep in her sleep, felt an arousing tingle deep in her mind. Totally compliant, she smiled. The ray of light continued to move down her body, sliding the black skirt off her waist. Now her body was clad only in black lace lingerie, with matching panties and bra. The ray of light began to circle around her breasts, touching her erect nipples and producing waves of ecstasy within her. Jenn, in a hypnotic slumber now, raised her hands and slid her bra off her torso, revealing her beautiful breasts. The ray of light moved lower again and slowly slid off her panties. Now, Jenn was totally nude and in complete orgasmic arousal. Without further ado, the Spirit entered her body and took over control of her soul. Deep within her consciousness, the green glow enveloped the ssoul that had been Jenn Ryan. Now it was nothing but a shell... The eyes that had once been Jenn Ryan's opened...they looked downward at the shell of a beautiful body. The mouth opened and in Jenn Ryan's former voice, said to the air, "I am a Servant of the Spirit. My sole mission on this world is to please the Master Joe Crowder in all forms of sexual pleasure. It shall be done." Completely under the power of the Spirit, Jenn Ryan got up from the bed and walked out ofthe apartment. The body was nude, without clothes, exposed, but in the dead of the night, nobody noticed. And nobody would care... Jenn Ryan no longer existed. It was now a Slave...serving its Master. Waiting, Joe Crowder laughed again....and pondered over what he would do next with his power. [End Attached File]