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Morgan Destera & Bradford Matthews
Published by Morgan Destera & Bradford Matthews at Lot’s Cave
Mediplex Story No.3
Mediplex, © 2017, Morgan Destera & Bradford Matthews
All Rights Reserved
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All Characters In This Book Are Age 18 Or Older
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This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either a product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
A Lot’s Cave Novel
A knock came at the door mid-morning the next day. Annette answered it, her face changing from curiosity, to outright shock and distaste within seconds. She stepped aside resignedly to allow the woman to enter.
The woman was dressed head-to-toe in hot pink, skin-tight latex. There were no discernible openings for sight or breath, but there was a large nozzle-like end on the face that looked like a filter or re-breather device. Her body was lithe, flawless. The latex clung and accentuated every mound and curve. Her nipples were hard and imprinted in the material. Even without sight, she moved fluidly as she entered the room and gestured to the tablet she carried with her. “Assignments,” she said briefly, through the voice-enhancing nozzle. “I have the assignments for the family.”
Annette nodded and left the room to gather everyone. Within minutes, the family was settled in the communal lounge area, sprawled on leather couches, chairs, and even a bean bag chair. They eyed the woman curiously, taking in the sight of her pink presence.
“I have the work assignments for your family,” the woman said again. “This is all very basic. You will begin your jobs on Monday. We will allow you the weekend to continue to rest and get to know your surroundings. We encourage you to walk about the Mediplex and grounds area. Everything here is self-sustaining. That means, we have no manufacturing, We have crews that go out in the world and scavenge. They bring or send back items we need which are cleaned, repaired, and put to use. “Almost everything in the Mediplex itself is recycled or cleaned, sterilized, and used again. You need to get to know your surroundings and get used to the way things are done here. We will be lenient at first,” her head moved slightly towards Don, “since you are new and just learning the rules. Again, the main rules are that everything is permissible as long as there is consent. The one thing we will not tolerate is abuse.” She turned again, this time towards Angelica, who shifted nervously and rubbed her arms.
“Now, for the assignments.” She tapped on the screen of her tablet. “Bob, as it was mentioned earlier, you are permanently disabled. You will not work, but you will volunteer your time in the laboratory. As much as possible. Not only will you donate your time, but you will contribute anything you may have in your body which we may need in order to heal you and others afflicted with these diseases. We feel you may have some secrets inside you we need to discover. In the process, we will also work on your other problems, such as your erectile dysfunction and your infertility.”
Bob opened his mouth to protest the secrets being spilled, but stopped himself. The words had already been spoken. There was no taking them back. He could feel his face flush, and refused to look at the rest of the family.
The woman shifted towards Annette, who waited with a hard face, her arms crossed across her large bosom. “Annette, you have been assigned to the Nursery as a caregiver.”
Annette's face softened for a moment.
“You will help feed and care for the infants and their mothers. It is a treasured position. Not all women are capable of nurturing, though they all claim to have that instinct. As you know, nowadays not everyone can produce a child. And fewer are able to both produce and care for the child properly. But almost every woman can hold and bathe and clothe a child. You will be a step above this. Since you have had a family, you will be added to the developmental sector.”
Annette almost smiled. “Thank you. I...”
The woman held up a hand. “Please save all comments and questions until then end. There is a lot of information to get through.”
Annette clamped her mouth shut.
The woman consulted her tablet. “Angelica,” she continued. “You will be working in maintenance. Specifically ventilation. You will be clearing the ducts from litter, debris, and clogs.