LAND of the FREE

by Michael W. Huard

  This Zaey girl was just a petite thing. She had been here before, just like his prized lady. No trouble with her really. Lawyers spent too much time in study. Sinaye, however, was a tough one. She was like a black panther; too smart for her own good. He expected attitude from her, but that was okay, he liked a challenge. In fact he was actually into a little bondage, so the prospect of cat and mouse, or master and slave, turned him on. He shook his head for a moment. He had lost it. He needed to get back to reality here.

  The entire plan, his plan, revolved around getting both ladies in at the same time, thus making them think it was of importance, and then springing the whole modeling for the Corporation idea on them once the initial law suit thingy was close to being over. He knew he would have to get them to relax, to loosen up, to have fun, without fear and without inhibitions. A sense of accomplishment and success would be in order for them. He had to make them both feel like their victory was a smashing achievement and that a celebration was in order. First would come the serious work, then the fun modeling shoot, and then the sexy after party which both he and his CEO wanted.

  Someone requesting a good lawyer would be easy enough to find, but mixing this with required scientific robotic research would be a bit more tricky. Cador worked for goals, his single mindset allowed nothing but such thought. He researched enough on both the ladies to know what buttons to press, how to get them interested in making their case, and both could go on winning the so-called case which was soon to be at hand.

  Robots and intelligence, machines with feelings, metal that had heart, this was his plot line, his bread and butter subject matter. Legal representation would be needed, and both women would be called in. He knew this was going to be fun. He had no idea both these women were what robotic slang called Q-Jin, or Mystical Slayers, sisters fighting for freedom against the very corruption of his company, his boss, and everything he stood for.

  While crafting his plan, Cador completely forgot about joining the special guests in the lower section of the Corporation’s headquarters that afternoon.

  ***

  There were certainly many interesting chambers at Old Fenway Park. Y-Wood Corporation headquarters utilized the arena for combat, offices, apartments, and research. Now of course, the research spots were where the cutting edge stuff took place. Today was a day to show some very important visitors some of these labs. Parkis Del, a heavy-set fellow and a top lawyer in the Corporation, drew the task of showing the special guests around. The company legalities where never far from the mind of CEO Marcou when assigning such a job, the job which Cador had left Parkis to do on his own.

  First, the group visited the depression chamber. Here, subjects were given every drug under the sun in search of a cure for sad, unhappy people. Neural implants gave joy, injections gave energy, and female or male bots gave love and sex; all this in the name of curing depression. None of the remedies were approved by anyone other than the staff doctors. Of course, casualties and general madness were rife in this area. One such ear-piercing scream startled the five guests, making Parkis move on rather quickly to another area.

  Next, the erectile dysfunction chamber was looked in on. History stated drugs were used as a cure, but the long-term side effects had destroyed the legality of such. Mr. Del explained that people in the past, the men, developed tumors and loss of memory, heart disease, and other ailments. So drugs had been tossed out of the window. The penis was reshaped and remade instead. One could choose the shape, size, and color as required. Bot surgery would remove the phallus during an operation and secure a new one in place. Every little detail was looked at, and every surgery was a success, Mr. Del claimed. One guest, an older woman of some high Texas stature, commented, "Well geesh, my two boyfriends back in the late 2900’s could both have used one of these!" Parkis led the group down the hall with no comment.

  The heart chamber was next. Here, heart disease and heart attacks were broken down and dissected, to all but eliminate any chance of those with money suffering from such problems. Again, casualties were common here. The test subjects were not always happy with their results.

  They then moved on to a lower level by descending a wide set of stairs.

  The pot chamber was a favorite of many, as the sightseeing group made their way about the lower sections of the park. Marijuana was used in every facet of creation here, and its value was immense. Anything and everything to eat, drink, smoke, or wear, could be made from the plant. Souvenirs, usually more than one, were a must at this station.

  Some areas were of course blocked off to the general public and even to special guests. The cutting edge, world renowned robotics chamber was one of them. This area was top secret in lieu of the new projects related to world security, drones, and unstoppable war machines. A smaller side chamber showcased tons of current robots for the guests to observe. The recently created cobra-like, robotic metal snakes were a particularly scary attraction. "These are pets of the new age," spoke the tour leader, Parkis Del. "They make a great watch snake, don’t you think? All are very deadly with highly altered poison, designed to kill on contact, and, oh, they don’t die easily either. Well . . . you get the picture," he said, nervously backing up as one slithered its way over to him and his now quickly departing guests.

  The artificial life chamber was one which no one wanted to miss. Here is where the guests would learn to extend life, not just make it better. Here, man-made DNA codes and genes were studied and regarded with the upmost importance. Pigs were being used as donors to safely transplant organs into humans. The entire idea of this chamber was to use bacteria and synthetic DNA to develop ways of creating a longer life span, to retain youth for longer, and to live hundreds of years without decay. The guests were very interested in these works.

  A visit to some of Y-Wood's inner secret chambers was always a treat for such notable guests. As the group entered an upper exit hallway, on a huge wall mounted television screen, a Corporation plug blurted out, R-Bel News Commercial Interruption Broadcast: Bringing action as it happens. At Y-Wood Corporation we offer the latest in companionship with our true to like, soft as human, sexual bots. These companions will be drone delivered right to your own door step for privacy, and offer a lifetime of comfort and friendship. Order yours today from Y-Wood, your leader in manufacturing a better tomorrow.

  This little jab made guests wonder where such a creation was taking place. Before any visitors left the area, they each received a very exciting gift. Associates appeared out of the blue from a nearby opening door, and offered the guests a variety of sexual bot choices, including male or female bots of any race, and of any color. Tonight, no one would be lonely. Everyone left with a huge smile and an equally huge box to be loaded in their plane's cargo area.

  ***

  That same evening, Mahira was bored. The time spent in house, teaching fighting skills and doing not much else, was driving her nuts. She had done this many times before, so it was nothing new. She moved to the outside of the underground home base where the night air was cool and foggy. She traveled somewhat light, black leather pants, black corset-like tank top, and a dark brown, long stylish jacket. She carried her trusty long sword in sheaf at her side, and hidden in her belt was a small laser pistol. Tonight, she was going out on the town, "the crazy town" as she so aptly named it. Boston was a madhouse of riff-raffs, clones, bots, drug dealers, whores, and anyone and everyone trying to survive in this shit hole.

  Mahira loved the challenge. She needed a wild night, and whatever might come about as a result. She told no one where she was going. The adrenaline rush she felt as she entered the club felt familiar, and tonight she was right where she wanted to be. Places like this were drink infested drug palaces, which still existed even now, but only if the Corporation allowed it. Here, Y-Wood was in charge, and officers watched the party from the shadows. To those who obeyed club policies, all was good, but for those who broke the law, the officers would arrest or even kill.

  Mahira
appeared to pose no threat. She was somewhat petite with her hair tied back tonight. She kept things quiet, yet liquid courage always did her in. She entered the club and immediately went to the dance floor. The crowd was raging, moving, and jumping all about. She tossed her long jacket away and let loose. In cages to the right and left were suspended cell-like dance platforms where the wildest of half-naked patrons or workers danced above the crowd. The music was blasting a techno-trance tune and it led the Mystical Slayer gladiator right to the middle of the floor area. Mahira, as an inside contact, did well, as usual, to hide all her weapons and keep them safe.

  She danced and accepted shots of a glowing orange liquid. It was such a release. The dance zone was lit by strobe lights, and fog machines sprayed out as the floor became a haven for letting go of all inhibitions.

  Mahira danced with pretty much anyone near her. First was a Chinese woman, about the Q-Jin's height. She was a feisty gal with long, dark pony tails and a studded neon yellow colored bra. They intertwined and were shaking their bodies to the rhythm of the music when a man with a tattoo of a Phoenix up the side of his handsome face stepped in. He was dark-skinned with black hair and a nude, muscular chest which Mahira ground herself into. They tossed each other around the floor like rag dolls, full of strength and grace. They bumped into a stocky Polish man after several songs and he wrestled the dirty blond gladiator into his arms. After more dancing and more drinks, Mahira played with a lean and sexy, very tall, good-looking black man. At first she thought he was real, but his movements told her otherwise. He was a bot, fake, probably a spy for the Corporation. Their slow dancing also showed he was very well proportioned, albeit mechanical and man created. "This could be very interesting," she whispered to herself. But not tonight.

  More drinks and a few small blue pills were in order, and the Slayer had a buzz that drove her to carry on dancing and hunting for the perfect mate. She was a junkie for her own drug on nights like this. Mahira had injected herself with Starigen 6280, before she stepped off the underground premises. Not the greatest idea, but she controlled it nicely. The energy and overall boost it gave her, added to the other night's facilitators, drove her to great heights. She felt so powerful, so alive, and so horny.

  She was drawn next to a long brown-haired woman dancing above her. A sleek, see-through, tight leopard print leotard was all the woman had on, and when she moved, it put Mahira in a trance. Her small, firm breasts and the constant sexy movements of such a fit dancer, made the Slayer very interested, and the two women flirted with suggestive eye contact as the music continued. "Are you going to stand there dancing by yourself for the rest of the night, just watching me?" asked the dancer.

  The little gladiator, Mahira, licked her lips and nodded. "I'm sorry, am I offending you?" she replied. It was hard to have a conversation with a full house of moving bodies. The music seemed to be getting louder and louder and the lights more crazy as the night went on.

  "I get off my shift soon. Wait for me," the leotard wearing woman shouted to her admirer, as she grabbed a pole and spun around in her cage above.

  "Alright," nodded Mahira, "I will be out in the entrance hall."

  The woman smiled at her. "Hey wait," yelled the dancing girl. "Why don't you, my pretty friend, first get up here in this cage with me and at least dance a few songs?" Mahira, who had just started to leave, instantly turned about and leaped straight up to the now open door of the cell above her. She entered beside her new found, very hot friend.

  Mahira often went back and forth on lovers, most of the time men, who always seemed to make it into her bed or whatever place was available. On these sneak-out wild nights, she always seemed to be more open minded. Tonight was a girl-on-girl one for sure. The ladies molded together like a hand in a glove, moving in unison as one. Glitter sparkled about the Mystical Slayer's body, spreading from her friend's skin to hers. They dry humped, danced, and pushed each other about like two wild cats in a real cage prison. Her name was Kalina, or so she had shouted as they played in the cage together. The audience loved it. The woman’s body was so hard, so physically fit from all her dancing; it just made Mahira that much more excited.

  A few more songs later, Mahira left the cage and made her way over to the bar for another drink.

  When Kalina finally ended her shift, the two ladies exited the club. Mahira was more than a little buzzed, but still kept an eye out for following people or watchful, weird eyes.

  They stopped in an adjacent alleyway and made out. Kalina pushed Mahira against the wall and took charge. Mahira spun her new playmate back against the wall and pressed her body tight against her. "Is that what you like?" asked Kalina, "You want to be the one calling the shots, huh?" she added, twisting Mahira back to the wall. "Well, not tonight . . . call me your mistress, because I am the lead player now, and you are my slave." Mahira was pleasantly surprised at Kalina's words. The two kissed passionately; frantic hands beginning to explore.

  Mahira played along. "Okay, Mistress, I will do as you ask. So, where to now?"

  Kalina took the Slayer's hand and lead her down the street. The road was dark and smoke was rising from various buildings all about. The moonlight helped them see ahead as they made their way down a second street going to the right, and then another leading straight on.

  Kalina teased Mahira with more words. "You can be my toy tonight. Do as I say, because I want to use your body and lick you all over, but only if you do as I tell you. I may even tie your hands together and put a ball gag over your mouth. Just listen to your mistress and maybe, just maybe I will let you cum before the night is out," she mocked the Q-Jin.

  Mahira was no slave, but as it was all in the name of fun, so she went along with it, "Yes, Mistress, whatever you say, but where is your apartment?" Kalina, sporting thigh high brown boots, spun to their left just in time to catch a movement.

  From the shadows sprang an unexpected assault. Ninja-like apparitions cloaked and hooded in dark colors, jumped out from alcoves in the walls and were all over both girls before either had realized what was happening. Kalina had little fight in her. She talked the big talk, worked her role as the one in charge, but her lack of combat skills immediately failed her. Two hooded assailants dragged her down to the ground.

  Mahira had no time for the kind of ceremony she did in arena combat; her sword was out and she deflected a shadowy attacker’s fist to her face, followed by ducking another's kick to her skull. She crouched low and challenged the two as they circled her. "You sure you want some of this steel?" she screamed out. "You two over there, let her go, or all of you will be dead in a pool of your own blood."

  The ninjas holding Kalina shoved her into a building wall. She offered little resistance. They left Kalina and moved to join their friends against Mahira. Kalina popped back up and took a running jump on one of their backs with a scream of her own. The man she jumped on spun her around to his front and disposed of her once again. The dancer landed hard on the street turf, hurt and stunned. It was four on one now. All Kalina could do was look on in a daze as all four attackers went at her companion.

  Little did these would-be robbers know, the woman before them was a real gladiator, a modern day arena champion. The lives of these perverts would be cut short; even if she was semi-drunk! Mahira pulled out her laser gun, then paused for a moment, "Nah, why ruin the fun?" she said, tossing the gun onto the tar behind her, "Bring it on, guys!"

  They tried to hit her all at once, this time with blades drawn from their belts. The Slayer was not going to allow this. She postured herself in front of each as she moved about slicing and dicing her intruders of the night. Each time one assailant tried to act in unison with another attack, he found himself bumping into one of his comrades along the way. The champion of fighting took out an Achilles of her first attacker, then the liver of her second, and a swipe to the carotid artery finished off her third. She dropped her sword and tried to slide it over to Kalina as she cartwheeled away from the fourth and
final attacker's attempt at stabbing her. Landing near Kalina, she pointed down to the sword with a sly grin, "Hold this, Mistress, while your slave does all the work."

  The hooded ninja man was slashing at her, hoping to draw blood, to wound the bitch that cut down his pals in this alleyway. Mahira slipped back right, then left, creating a nice dominating angle to launch her knee attack, which hit the guy hard in the diaphragm. He belched over and lost his knife, but gathered himself enough to still punch out at the woman. He missed as Mahira slipped his fist and elbowed him in the jaw. He tumbled back and again tried to regain his posture. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhh, live free, or die!" yelled the Slayer, as she flew in the air with a superman punch and landed directly on target with a loud crack, sending the man’s teeth spewing out. He slumped and was out cold. She paused and dropped to one knee, resting and clearing her buzzed head.

  "Look out!" warned Kalina, as the thug with a sliced Achilles had gotten back up and was hopping on one leg towards Mahira from behind. The gladiator spun about, driving her fist into his groin. He collapsed and screamed in agony. Mahira stood up and kneed him in the face, mad and disappointed at her sudden lack of awareness.

  Mahira then returned to her new found companion, offering her a hand to get up. Kalina was astounded by what she had just seen. "Thank you," she said with a surprised look as she stood. "I guess we now know who the real master is going to be tonight, don’t we?" she laughed as the girls walked hand in hand away from the scene.

  Mahira squeezed Kalina's hand tighter to acknowledge her statement. "Yes, I guess we do," she replied as the two of them disappeared around another street corner.

  The ladies made their way down a block of dimly lit streets before arriving at the dancer’s secret little abode. Upon entering, Mahira saw a cozy pad filled with hanging tapestries of silk, featuring scenes of an Asian taste. The air was filled with incense and the smell of whiskey. They took a tour of Kalina's home.