I nod, holding Britney's hand and helping her into my chair, knowing that soon she'll be Hemera again. I've worked for this company for years, and until I met her, I never considered trying to leave or break another girl out. But something about Hemera just makes me want to protect her.
Still holding her hand as she settles into my chair, I notice her eyes flicker at me, fear in them. That's strange. I clip the wires onto her fingers, occasionally looking into her face again. Each time, I see that fear. Almost like she's asking me not to wipe her. That's not possible. I created this system.
Shaking my head, I plug the final wire into her brain with a click, and start the removal process. I don't look at her the entire time, until the computer finishes its work. I remove the wire from her brain, Holden removes them from her fingers, and I come back around to greet her.
“Welcome back, Hemera,” I say, trying to smile. She returns the smile. Relief washes through me, and Holden helps her out of the chair.
“Let's get you a massage, girly.”
She smiles at him before turning back to me, and then I see it. No longer am I faced with fear. Now I see anger in her eyes.
The Tempest
A Monarch Slave Fights Back
A Sexy Espionage Tale
Dalia Daudelin
Hemera spent the rest of the week being treated to massages and whatever she wanted to do. Usually we put our agents on a strict regiment of working out and eating right, but when one of our girls does exceptionally well for us, she gets pampered. I have no idea why. It's not like they're aware they're being pampered.
But Hemera still gives me those angry looks when I see her. It's gotten to me so bad that I'm paranoid about walking to my dorm alone late at night. Everyone who works here sleeps in the building in case something goes wrong, but now I'm wishing that weren't the case.
It's small things, like hearing the shuffling of feet outside of my door, or a small gasp or a giggle that maybe I'm just hallucinating that really set me on edge when I'm laying in bed trying to sleep. Of course, there's no possible way she could be out of bed without alarms going off. The whole building is full of cameras.
I wish I understood where that look of anger comes from. There's no way she's actually angry, their wiped state is only really capable of a sort of blissful happiness. I've run diagnostics on my hardware to see if I messed something up, but I can't find anything. I know something's wrong, though.
Tonight is the 7th night since she returned from killing a hacker named Adrian Poulson. Insomnia has taken control of me again, and the only way I can console myself and hope to get to sleep is by masturbating. My hand is wrapped around my cock under the covers, gripped tightly and moving fast. I'm close to cumming, my mind replaying Hemera fucking Adrian, her ass jiggling against his thighs as she rides him. I hear a giggle again, faint but too loud to be imagined.
Sitting up, I look around my dark room. There in the corner, stands Hemera.
“What are you doing in here?” I ask this not really expecting an answer.
“Watching you,” she says, her voice lower than normal. She steps closer to me, and I see that her face is serious.
“You should be in bed, Hemera.”
“Don't call me that!” She rushes to my side, slamming me down on my bed by my neck. “My name is Amanda Pollack, you son of a bitch.”
My heart stops for a second. Amanda Pollack was her name before we took her in, when she was just a junky living on the streets. How could she possibly remember that? We wiped those memories and put them into a hard drive for when we're ready to release her. This isn't possible. I made this system, I know it's flawless!
She glares down at me for a few moments, before her eyes wander down my blanket. My hand is still gripped around my cock.
Throwing my blanket to the floor, Heme- I mean, Amanda straddles me. Her nightgown lifts up around her hips. She's not wearing any panties. Her velvety slit slides against my cock, just like she did with Adrian.
I worry for a moment if she intends to kill me, but the pleasure is enough to wipe that worry away. Her hands move from my neck to my shoulders as she bucks her hips against me. Through her thin nightgown, I see her tits moving each time she slides. Her small nipples are hard, and I slip my hand under her nightgown to tweak them.
Amanda smiles at that, moaning to let me know she likes it. I press her nipple between my thumb and forefinger, rolling it while my other hand falls to her hip, pushing her harder against me. Her breathing is fast, and she sighs gently when my cock head hits her clitoris. Her folds are warm, and soft, and the way she's rubbing against me is making me see stars.
She lifts her hip, and her hand grips my cock from beneath her. Jerking it a few times, she places it at her entrance. Her juices have already slicked me up, so I penetrate her quickly, her tight pussy twitching around my prick. She slips her hand up my shirt and runs her fingernails down my chest, making me gasp as she scratches me.
She lifts up her hips, then falls back down, impaling herself on my prick. Over and over, she fucks herself, using me as a tool to get what she wants. Her eyes close as she rides herself to orgasm, her mouth hanging open. Small gasps fill the room, like kisses in the air. Her blonde hair falls over her shoulder, and her tits jiggle each time she lowers herself back onto me.
She picks up her speed, grinding against me now. The friction is burning my thighs but all I can think about is how good it feels to be inside her tight cunt, how much I want to cum in her. I grab her by her waist and flip us both over, her back against my bed now with my cock still nestled deep inside of her. I pull her toward the edge of the bed, pulling my cock out slowly before slamming myself deep into her. Her once quiet gasps grow louder as I knead her tits roughly with my hands as I fuck her.
She grabs onto my arms and pulls herself up, giving both of us a new angle. With her legs wrapped around me, we work together, fucking each other as fast and as hard as we can. I watch a drop of sweat fall from her forehead and down her nose. I kiss her hard as I feel my balls twitch, knowing I'm ready to explode inside of her at any moment. Feeling the way her pussy is convulsing around me, I know she will cum too.
Her fingernails bite deep into my skin as she sucks in her lips to stifle a moan. A white heat shoots from my balls to the tip of my cock as I coat her insides with my cum, each shot more powerful than the last.
I must have passed out for a second, because when I open my eyes I'm on my back in my bed, and she's gone. I'd think it was all a dream if not for her juices still on my prick and the stinging pain her nails left.
The next morning, I pass by Amanda on the way to my office. She looks up at me and smiles, and I'm startled to find that anger that was there yesterday is gone. Has her glitch or whetever you call it been taken care of? Was it the sex that did it?
I send out a few girls that day, each one doing simple assassinations. Not every mission requires sleeping with someone, that's usually reserved for people that deserve some amount of respect. It's a kinder way of sending them off, I'm told. Somehow, I think it's worse.
Amanda, now fully acting as if she were just Hemera again, comes in with Holden. “Which personality?” I ask, my eyes fixed on hers, hoping to see some recognition, or a sign that Amanda is still in there. I find nothing.
“A023B954,” Holden replies. I look up to see him giving me a weird look, which I try to ignore. I smile and grab the hard drive after plugging Hemera into the chair.
“Who's the target?”
“Walt Eastwood.”
I whip around, my mouth open. “No way! Who has it out for him?!” Walt Eastwood owns a multinational company that does many things for many governments. Medicine and weaponry is his specialty.
“The White House,” he answers, almost seeming bored.
“Whoa,” I reply. Walt seemed like a good guy, but you never know with the rich and powerful. He could be a real sick bastard for all I know. “So we're sending him a hunter?”
“He'll be ou
t hunting in Russia today. Hemera's meant to stumble upon him, seduce him, and then kill him.”
My throat tightens. Am I jealous? Is that what this is? “Oh,” I reply, flicking on the machine to implant the personality. When it's finished and Hemera is unclipped, she's now Priscilla Goulding. She's wearing military fatigues, and her hair is in a low ponytail. She still looks as beautiful as always though.
“See ya, Colt.” Holden waves to me as he helps Priscilla out the door, and I wave back. It'll take them a while to get to Russia, but her earrings and gun are all set up with cameras. I nap while I wait for Holden's text.
When it arrives, I see that Priscilla is already in the forest, wandering through the trees. Her gun's camera is pointed toward the sky, but her earrings allow me to watch as she climbs a tree and waits.
There's a snap of twigs a few yards away, and her head whips. The man moves closer, and it's obvious it's our man. He's alone, his grey and black hair shining in the afternoon light. Her gun pointing at him, she waits until he's close enough.
“Hold still!”
He looks up at her, surprise on his face. One of his hands is holding his shotgun, but it's clear he won't attack her. “What are you doing out here?” He never expected to see someone else hunting.
“I'm hunting,” she replies. She has a British accent, another part of Priscilla's personality. She climbs down from the tree, jumping the rest of the way once she's half down. She lands on her feet easily and sticks out her hand. “Name's Priscilla.” The accent is of an upper-class British woman. I watch him look up and down her body, shifting in that way every man does when he sees a beautiful woman.
“Walt,” he replies, taking her hand for a shake.
Suddenly, she takes his arm and slams him against a tree. This isn't how this is supposed to happen. She's supposed to seduce him, not force herself on him. She plants her lips roughly on his, and luckily instead of resisting he gives in, kissing her just as passionately. His hands wander her body, grabbing her tits and ass, pulling her hips into his so she can feel his growing bulge. She giggles and grinds against him, making him grow larger still. Priscilla bites his lower lip, pulling off her shirt and revealing her chest to him. He leans forward and sucks one of her nipples into his mouth. My phone buzzes. Another text from Holden. “What's she doing?” Hell if I know.
I don't answer, watching in horror as she grips his head, forcing him to keep sucking her tit. She moans, tugging on his hair gently. He slides Priscilla's pants down, then her panties, and she steps out of them. His hand feels up her mound, sliding against her skin smoothly.
“Yes, touch me,” she moans in his ear, making him shudder with excitement. Despite my confusion, I'm getting hot from watching this too. Nibbling at his earlobe, she spreads her legs to allow him to press against her clit hard. He moves it in circles, frigging her clitoris and bringing her close to orgasm.
He steps back and pulls off his clothes as well, leaving them both ass naked in the middle of the forest. He turns her so she's facing the tree and bends her over, sticking a finger into her cunt. “I wasn't expecting to fuck someone today, but since you asked so nicely,” he laughs, finger fucking her hard. She cries out, happily enjoying the digits probing inside of her. Her breathing picks up speed, her heart racing.
“More, more!” She cries, bending over and presenting herself to him fully. Her legs spread, her ass in the air, she's filled up with 3 of Walt's fingers, pumping in and out of her fast. With his other hand, he slaps her clit, making her buck wildly against him. She cries out and her whole body quivers as she cums, her juices spilling over the man's hand.
He stops slapping her cunt so that his hand can stroke his cock, already hard and ready for action. He thrusts it into her cunt quickly, forcing her to scream with pain and pleasure as he bottoms out on her. The tip of his cock brushes lightly against her cervix each time he thrusts into her. She holds onto the tree for dear life as he fucks her hard, holding her hips.
He groans and stops, his cock buried deep in her. It's clear they're both cumming. He pulls out and Priscilla slumps against the tree, panting from her orgasm.
He watches her as she turns around and smiles at him. Walt laughs and turns to pick up his clothes. When he faces her again, she's pointing her rifle at his head.
“Sorry about this,” she says.
Before she can pull the trigger, though, he whips around and runs into the forest. She curses and runs after him, still naked. The ground must be hurting her feet.
For a second she stops, and everything is silent. She looks around the trees, trying to figure out which way the man went. “God damn it,” she curses under her breath. Grabbing a low branch, she swings her body up into a tree to give her a better view.
The crack of a branch breaking narrows the area Walt could be in. She slowly scans, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darker lighting. My phone buzzes again. “You messed up her personality, Colt!” The accusation pisses me off. I never mess up anything. Something is wrong with HER, not me!
I turn my attention back to the screen, watching as she slips back down to the ground and crouches as she approaches Walt. Silently, moving as if she were floating, she approaches him from behind. He's still naked, kneeling behind a rock and waiting for her to find him. She points the barrel of the gun at him, quietly waiting. She inhales slowly, silently, and on the exhale pulls the trigger. He's dead before he even hears the sound.
Picking up her clothes, she gets dressed and heads for the trail where Holden is waiting for her. He has a worried, stressed look on his face. “That was kind of messy, Priscilla,” he says. She doesn't answer. Once he touches her, the personality starts to fade away in favor of following his orders, so she probably doesn't even know what he's talking about. They don't discuss anything the rest of the way home.
But when Holden bursts into my office, I cower in my chair. “What the fuck was that, Colt?!”
“Hell if I know!”
“She could have been killed!”
“It's not my fault, I think she's broken!”
His face gets serious then. “What do you mean, you think she's broken?”
I explain to him what happened. How she looks at me oddly, how she came into my room. I see his expression change from anger, to fear, to bewilderment. “Do you think she's remembering who she was?”
I shake my head. “That shouldn't be possible.”
“Well, what if it was? What would happen?”
I stare at him for a long moment before running my hand through my hair. “They would probably kill her.”
We stand in silence for a second before my door clicks open and a nurse helps Hemera into the room. I clip her into the machine and wipe Priscilla from her, hoping to see a blank stare in her eyes when she's out of the chair. But that anger is back, and this time Holden sees it.
He calls the nurse back in and asks her to take Hemera to a massage while I sit down at my desk, pulling out two glasses and a bottle of whiskey. I don't drink unless I'm anxious. I think since I'm currently shitting my pants, this is as fine a time as any.
I pour myself a glass and down it, before pouring one for Holden who sits in the chair in front of me, and another glass for myself. We both down our drink quickly and sit in silence for a few moments. This is the first time I've seen some real humanity in Holden, some real emotion. He's so strict with himself that I wondered, for a while, if he was maybe just another of our Monarchs.
“What are we going to do, Colt?”
“What can we do?” I shrug and lean my head against my hand. The alcohol is making me sleepy.
“I don't want her to die.”
The words hand heavy in the air. I don't want Hemera to die either. I think since I lost my virginity to her, I've fallen even more in love with her. Which is almost as dangerous as being her right now.
Holden looks up into my eyes, a fire burning in them. “We have to get her out.”
I laugh. “How the hell will we do that?”
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“I have a plan.”
He leans in close and whispers the plan to me. We stay in my office for hours, discussing what we'll do quietly. When he leaves later that night, I feel at once more assured, and more terrified than I was before.
Taken in her Dreams
The Babysitter's Romance
Dalia Daudelin
I feel like I'm constantly cringing these days. I look at my bank statements and cringe. I look at my grocery bill and cringe. I look at the books I need to buy for classes and cringe. I received so many scholarships! How did I blow through them so quickly?
Gosh, I guess I need to get a job.
Well I don't have the time to do a full time job, and no one around town is hiring anyway. I'm down to my last one hundred dollars. The desperate nature of the situation is not lost on me.
Sighing, I walk out of the latest coffee shop that has refused to take my application. I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders as I lean against a telephone pole on the edge of the street. “I really don't want to take out more loans,” I whine, wiping away a tear. I close my eyes and rub my temples, trying to will away a stress headache.
“I should just go home and put in some applications online,” I say, pushing myself from the pole. I glance at it for a second, looking at the ads that are illegally posted on it. One is for a missing dog, another for a garage sale. Oh, I suppose I could sell my TV...
Below that, though, is a third flier. It's brand new and seems to glow with opportunity. That's it! I'll become a babysitter!
A few hours later, I am finally thankful for that graphic design class I took as I walk down the street, stapling up my fliers on nearly every street corner.
My college town is very well off. My dorms are across the street from a huge mansion, owned by some dude who donates a ton of money to us every year. There are a few other big houses nearby, a lot of well off families making their homes close to the college they want their kids to go to.
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