The Babylon Plug-In

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WILL needed sex, but when his wife walked into the bedroom wearing her slouchy pair of varsity sweats and torn Chemical Romance
T-shirt, he looked at her and knew it wasn�t going to happen tonight.
�You�re dressed in your sleeping clothes.� he told her.
�And?� she responded.
�It�s my birthday baby.�
His wife sighed and picked up her checkbook off the dresser and crawled into bed beside him. When Will saw this he knew her usual agenda for the evening was set. An agenda that involved her first, turning on the plasma wall, which she did. Conan was on-they listened as he told them tonight�s guest were former president Colbert and musical guest The Killers. Then, she would complain-
�Conan has not aged well�when are the Killers gonna retire?�
Next, she would balance her checkbook and b***h quietly about the bills.
�You ever going to get that promotion?� she�d ask.
Will would grumble and roll over on his side. He�d pick up his magazine and finish his article on eyelid implants.
Finally, as Conan was thanking his guest and telling everyone good night, his wife�s snoring would set in, signaling another night without sex.
But it wasn�t supposed to be this way, not tonight. Tonight was his birthday. Tonight he was supposed to get laid. Instead, they went to Applebee�s for Cobb salad and hung out with his wife�s friends who detested him.
Yeah, there was no doubt. The spark was gone.
Will needed a new spark.
He couldn�t take his wife�s knee in his back anymore, so he got out of bed and walked to the kitchen. He stood staring out the window into the dark and holding a small metal box he had acquired earlier that day.
He recalled the words of the dirty little guy who sold him the box.
�That�s where you fucked up, you shouldn�t have bought the wifey unit, it loses its spark about three years in. It�s a factory defect.� he told Will.
Will didn�t know if going to the dirty little guy was a good idea, but the guys at the office said he was the best. They said he knew how to create plug-ins for unit programming. It was strictly black market tech, highly illegal- but at this point he was a desperate man.
He slowly cracked open the metal box and looked at the tiny ring inside.
The dirty little guy�s words echoed about his mind.
�It�s a w***e plug-in. Developed and perfected by N-Hall Industries. You slide that on your wife unit�s pinky while she�s asleep. It takes a few hours for the install to upload, but when she boots up in the morning, watch out! She�ll be ready to bang some screen doors!�
Will crept back to bed. He slowly picked up his wife�s hand and stared at her beautiful face. She was beautiful as they day he bought her.
Then she farted.
Will quickly slid the ring on her pinky finger. He fell asleep watching the last half of Spider-Man 14.

Will woke up the next morning to the crack of a bullwhip. He quickly set up and rubbed his eyes. He saw what used to be his wife.
�Get up, b***h!� she moaned.
She was standing on the bed wearing nothing but leopard-skin garters, a black leather safari hat and a corset made of thin chains.
�H-Honey?� he said with a grin.
�Don�t honey me, dog! I haven�t had a c**k in me today!�
With that, she went to ravaging him, tore off his boxers with her teeth and did things to him that was sheer ecstasy. It all happened so fast it made Will�s head spin.
This went on for days, but by the seventh day he couldn�t take it any more.
He was balled up naked in the bathtub and bleeding from unusual places.
His wife entered the bathroom gnawing her teeth. She was wearing a spiked helmet with rubber c**k jetting from the top.
�What are you doing, dog? Did I say you could take your finger out your a*s?�
Will jumped as she cracked her whip.
�Bet you wish you had a pair of ruby slippers, huh, dog?�
She moved in close and Will shut his eyes tight; all he wanted was his wife back, in her slouchy sweats and torn Chemical Romance shirt. He wanted occasional sex on a Wednesday night. He wanted to see his wife�s beautiful face again.
She moved in closer, crawling on top of him and pulling his hair.
�You�re a useless dog, with your dead-end job and s****y stamina. I�m gonna go find man that knows how to handle me.�
She mashed her knee into his balls, her fishnets scraping him.
�Oh, and your boss called, he told me to tell you�re fired. So now you�re jobless on top of it.�
She moved in close and bit into his lip.
Finally, Will snapped and picked her up by the neck, slammed her against the tile. She struggled as he tried to claw the ring off her pinky. Her laughter cackled in his ears as she scraped her nails on his face. Suddenly a jolt of electricity shot through Will and the last thing he remembered was screaming.

Then he awoke again to his wife shaking him.
�Will, baby!�
He rolled over to see his wife in her sleeping clothes.
�It was a nightmare, baby..shhhh.�
He looked at her, a smile spread across his face. The last thing he remembered was her crawling into bed with her checkbook. She cuddled up to him and rubbed his head.
�What were you dreaming, babe?�
Will breathed in.
�I dreamed..you were a robot�and that you forgot my birthday.�
She giggled and sighed.
�Oh, you big baby. I was just tired. I took a little nap.�
She reached underneath the covers to feel him.
�Oh my, where did that come from?�
Will felt it too, he had a solid hard-on.
His wife�s eyes lit up.
�Mmmm�danger..danger, Will Robinson.� she whispered.

Reviews

[TTBoy28]

Now this is a really good story! What a nightmare! Something right out of an Alfred Hitchcock thriller or Stephen King novel...the x-rated version of 'Misery' comes to mind. The imagined ring was like a love potion... but does he really have a box that the little guy gave him - that he just didn't use? Nice story!