by Jan Springer
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Imperfect
Jan Springer
Prologue
Year 2104
Environmental contamination has made the world unliveable. The sick outnumber the healthy. Hospitals are overwhelmed. Economies collapse. Governments combine to form a one world power called the "Order of Authority"(OA).
To save the human race the OA builds "biospheres”—large bubbles enclosing self sustainable cities. Only the healthy are allowed inside. Everyone else is left to die…For population control, each human is embedded with a microchip, supressing the urge to mate. The art of lovemaking vanishes…
Chapter One
Earth Year 2304, Biosphere A1Z9
The instant she entered her boss Anica Maine’s apartment, intriguing moans whispered through the living room, making a rush of alarm snap through twenty-three year old Michaela. Instantly, she located the room’s Red Alert button on a nearby wall.
If she touched the button, the Order of Authority would arrive in bioseconds and assist. She took a step toward the button but another sultry moan drifted down the nearby hallway, stopping her cold.
The soft noise belonged to a female. Anica? She didn’t sound distressed. Contrary, she appeared to be enjoying something. But what in the world was she doing to create such unique moans?
A familiar crush of excitement zipped through Michaela and she bit her bottom lip and paused. Unfortunately, over the past several weeks her excitement had been getting her into a bit of trouble. She’d been warned by the Order of Authority to get herself adjusted yet again for her emotion problem or risk Elimination. Numerous attempts to curb it by the OA had been unsuccessful, and that was why she refused to push that Red Alert button now.
If nothing was wrong in Anica’s apartment and Michaela alerted the OA, it was one more black mark against her. One step closer to Elimination.
She blew out a frustrated sigh. She just wanted a peaceful existence, but the interesting moans intrigued her luring her deeper into the apartment. Tiptoeing down the hallway to Anica’s sleeping room, Michaela froze in the open doorway.
Sweet Biosphere! What is going on here?
A volley of grunts and moans and naked flesh greeted her. Limbs were tangled together as three people writhed on the air bed. And her friend Anica was one of them! She was intertwined with two males, and her waist-length, honey-blonde hair appeared illegally disheveled and her hourglass figure gleamed pink with exertion and sparkled beautifully with perspiration.
What in the world were they doing?
Anica was lying face down, the length of her body fully upon a brown-haired male who lay face up. Kneeling between their widespread legs was a black-haired male, his hips pistoning madly against Michaela’s naked behind.
Sultry moans exploded from Anica. The foreign sounds…the shocking scene…they made Michaela… excited. The exquisite expressions of joy lacing their flushed faces seemed to her…curious.
But why wasn’t she feeling what Anica was so obviously enjoying?
Press the panic button. This is abnormal. Illegal.
But if she did that, the authorities would come and because of the seriousness of what was happening here, whatever it was, the OA would bypass readjustment and go straight to eliminating Anica. And more than likely eliminate Michaela too, for simply watching.
Despair crashed through her and pushed away her excitement. Oh, she was so in trouble just seeing this, whatever this was. She should leave. They hadn’t seen her yet. The males were too involved with Anica.
Her sultry moans enticed Michaela and kept her riveted. How interesting that the two men were enjoying themselves with what they were doing to Anica. They were groaning as she twisted her wide hips and thrashed upon the one male, while the other one moved his hips violently, thrusting against her buttocks in a wild frenzy. Slaps of flesh upon flesh split the air and then in unison all three sweat-drenched bodies tensed. Anica cried out and the males’ hoarse shouts echoed through the room. Their twisting and bucking grew frantic and then slowly quieted, their bodies relaxing and melting into each other.
Michaela’s heart hammered in both fear and with excitement as she observed them, waiting to see what would happen next.
After a few bioseconds, the males untangled their bodies from Anica and lay on each side of her, cuddling her, their big, muscular chests heaving with every breath, their faces nuzzling her neck, whispering softly to her.
Anica’s eyes remained closed, her lips upturned into the most serene smile Michaela had ever seen. Her friend’s curvy breasts heaved wildly and both males tensed as she reached down and wrapped her hands around each of their huge cocks.
Something warned her that this was sex.
Sex was forbidden. Addictive. Imperfect.
Michaela swallowed at the sudden explosion of panic. The OA would notice her irregular biorhythms. They studied everyone via their Blocker. They would know something bad was happening. The OA knew everything. If she didn’t report this, she’d be Eliminated for sure!
Hysteria pummeled Michaela. She gasped back a frightened sob, turned and ran down the hallway. A few steps away, she spied the Red Alert button. Urgency made her move quickly now, but something hard and powerful wrapped around her waist, stopping her cold. Before she could scream in shock and surprise, a powerful, sweaty hand clamped over her mouth.
Strong muscles pressed upon her back. She cried out in surprise as her feet lifted off the ground and she was airborne. In bioseconds, she was carried back into Anica’s sleeping room, where her distraught friend was quickly gathering a robe around her. Her face was flushed pink and her brown eyes glistened with a magnificent wildness that Michaela had never seen before. The man who’d captured Michaela set her none too gently on her feet and unclamped his hand from her mouth. He remained behind Michaela, blocking her way to the door as well as shielding her from the red panic button in the sleeping room.
“Michaela! What are you doing here?” Anica gasped, ripping Michaela back to reality.
“Our meeting. It’s Saturday.”
“We need to do an immediate memory wipe and insert a fake bio for the period of time she saw us, so the OA won’t be suspicious,” the man behind her said to the black-haired man, who was quickly shoving his large, swollen cock into his harness.
“I’m on it,” he said and rushed to the other side of the air bed where he bent over and produced one of those black leather bags that Doctors carried. He withdrew a small compudeck. With intense determination flashing across his face, he furiously tapped on the screen.
Michaela recognized him. It was Dr. Noah. A Doctor who had the knowledge on how to impregnate females. She peeked over her shoulder and recognized the other one also. He was Dr. Zack. Anica had been due to be impregnated as per her one-child quota. These Doctors must have tampered with her Blocker, introducing her to the illegal world of pleasure.
Panic swept through Michaela and she focused her attention on Anica, who wearily slumped onto the foot of the air bed. She shook her head slowly, her long blonde hair rippling over her shoulders and down to her hips like a waterfall as she stared in disbelief at Michaela.
Urgency rushed through Michaela. These two Doctors would know how to do a memory wipe. They would make her forget what she’d seen. But did she really want to forget what she’d witnessed? It had…excited her to watch.
She wanted to know more of what Anica was experiencing. Wanted to discover why Anica had been so happy with these two males and what they’d been doing to her.
“I don’t want the memory wipe.”
Her friend’s head snapped up and anger flared in her brown eyes. “You have to! You can’t know what happened here. You can’t. We’ll be exposed if the OA was scanning your thoughts while you found us. Oh, sweet biosphere! Why did I forget our meeting?”
“I won’t say anything,” Michaela pleaded, but she knew better. The OA would suspect something illegal had happened just by
reading her irregular biorhythms. They would come and question her and she’d be forced to confess.
Despair made her sob, but the others didn’t pay her any mind.
“False reading installed,” Dr. Noah said as he looked up from the compudeck. “Our man in the OA has been alerted and he’s already intercepted her erratic biorhythms and installed a replacement program to ensure nothing happened.”
Michaela blinked in shock. What? Their man in the OA? Replacement program?
Anica sighed in relief, her shoulders slumping. Her friend’s hands shook as she nervously knotted them into her robe. The movement opened the robe, giving Michaela a glimpse of numerous bruises splattered along her friend’s inner thighs. Shards of alarm raced through her and she dropped the idea of wanting to know more about what was going on here.
“They’re hurting you. We need to get you help.” Michaela backed away, fully intent on getting to that panic button this time. Instead, she crashed into a solid chest. Frustration gripped her as Dr. Zack blocked her way by grabbing her waist once more, preventing her from getting to that button.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he growled at her. He twisted her around to face him and fear fluttered through her as his face flared red and his blue eyes flashed with fury. “Anica is not hurt. Those are bruises…from a rough sex experiment.”
Sex! So, it had been sex. Oh, Anica. How could you be so stupid to allow yourself to be used like this?
“Zack, please. Don’t say anything more,” Anica cautioned.
“It’s all right,” Dr. Noah said softly from the air bed, where he continued tapping on the compudeck screen. “Headquarters is aware of the situation. For now, she can speak and think freely, as they’ve intercepted her Blocker. In a few moments she will be able to think independently. And our memories won’t be wiped either. At least not unless we can’t contain this situation.”
Michaela frowned. Speak and think freely and independently? And what did he mean by this situation? Michaela’s tummy twisted in fear as Dr. Noah withdrew a white plastic wand from his black satchel and laid it on the air bed beside the Compudeck.
That wand would erase what she’d just witnessed. She’d seen it done to a couple of women just the other day on the Bio News. It had been a live feed. The women had come forward revealing they’d been violated by Doctors who’d readjusted their Blockers, allowing them to experience pleasure and sex.
It was disgusting. It was imperfect. Unacceptable. The women had gone to the Doctors to fulfill their one-child quota, just as Anica had done. The Doctors had betrayed them. Used them for their own sexual satisfaction. Addicted them to pleasure.
Anxiety gripped her and she whirled around to face Anica. “These two men have broken the law. They’ve addicted you to sex. The OA will simply wipe out the memory and you will be free to return to your life. You needn’t fear the OA.” But even as she said it, terror curled through Michaela. She’d never truly believed the OA would allow a simple memory wipe and a trip to the Penal biosphere for Doctors who deceived their patients. She also doubted Anica would be let go so easily.
Her friend shook her head. Tears dribbled down her cheeks. “That can’t happen, Michaela. I can’t go back to living that way. I enjoy these Experiments. I want Noah and Zack in my life. We belong together.”
Michaela jolted at Anica’s confession. She enjoyed these men? Yes, it had sounded that way by the moans she’d made.
Anica turned to Noah. “Can I tell her? Is it really safe?”
He nodded. “Tell her anything you want. The memory wipe I do on her will clear it anyway.”
Desperation rocked Michaela as her friend bit her lower lip in distress, then she nodded. To Michaela’s surprise, Anica opened her robe to allow Michaela to see her body. Aside from the spattering of bruises, Michaela saw things she hadn’t observed earlier when the two men had curled around Anica. Her nipples were red and engorged, her breasts appeared swollen and heavy, and when she opened her legs to show her pussy, Michaela spied swollen red labia and a wetness.
“Being free of the Blocker makes me feel so alive,” Anica whispered. “I have emotions and feelings that I never knew existed. I have pleasure and I have love and caring with these two men. I enjoy what Zack and Noah do to me and when I touch myself in certain places…”
Michaela held her breath as Anica slipped her hand between her spread thighs and her forefinger touched her clitoris. Behind her, Dr. Zack sucked in a sharp breath, and Dr. Noah’s head snapped up, his eyes intense as he watched her rub her clit in circular motions. With her other hand she cupped her right breast and pinched her nipple between her thumb and forefinger until they hardened. Something sensual erupted in Anica’s eyes and Michaela’s excitement flared. It rose to a beautiful hum that raced through her, and she wanted so badly to embrace it. But uneasiness slithered through the hum as frightening questions crashed into her. How could she be sure Anica was speaking the truth?
Maybe Anica was part of an elaborate trap? Perhaps she’d been working with the OA and keeping an eye on her? Maybe they were testing Michaela’s Blocker to see how badly corroded her excitement levels truly were? She’d heard the OA did sporadic tests to ensure compliance. Was that what was going on here? Were they checking to see if her Blocker was functioning correctly?
She should get the memory wipe. She should go back to her apartment and go on with life as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened. The OA would expect her to comply and report Anica and the Doctors, and to willingly get a memory wipe. To go on with life as usual.
“I don’t want to be a part of this. I need to press the alert button.” Michaela blinked at her sudden monotone voice. What she’d just said was something the OA would want to hear. Yet something didn’t seem right inside of her. Her words were false, rehearsed…unfeeling.
“We’re being brainwashed by the OA,” Anica continued, ignoring what Michaela had just said. Her friend stopped touching herself and wrapped her robe in place. “We are being brainwashed through the Blocker. We’ve been instructed what to do and what to think. We’ve been trained how to act and how to react. Brainwashed not to question the Order. You need to have a memory wipe, Michaela. It’ll keep you safe from the OA. It’ll keep us all safe.”
Michaela’s gaze wandered to Dr. Noah and to those big muscles lacing his shoulders and chest. He was a very nice-looking man. At that observation, something wonderful fluttered deep inside her lower abdomen. She would love to have his thick cock thrusting into her ass as he’d been doing to Anica.
Michaela shook her head as exquisite excitement and a powerful heat crashed through her.
“I want to know more about what you three are doing. What are these experiments? I don’t understand. Why are you doing what you’re doing? Why do you wish to become addicted to sex and pleasure?”
Michaela wasn’t even sure she wanted to know. There were so many questions. It was as if she suddenly wasn’t afraid to think anymore. She also discovered it difficult to think straight, especially with two large males making the room seem so small. Questions whirled and an odd unsteadiness wrapped around her.
“I need to know everything, Anica. I want to know what is going on. Why am I feeling so…hot and eager?”
Anica smiled and patted the bed beside her. “Sit down here, Mich. You look a little pale. I’ll tell you everything you want to know, and maybe we can figure out a way to prevent that memory wipe.”
Relief lashed Michaela and she practically threw herself onto the air bed beside her friend. She’d never been so confused — or aroused — in her life.
Chapter Two
One Bioweek later…
"The new recruit will be here in five," Dr. Bryce Davids said as he joined Dr. Flynn Campbell at the serving table in the Rebels' top-secret headquarters, where many of the sexual experiments with team members where taking place. Thankfully, this evening the place was empty, leaving Flynn and Bryce to await the novice without any of the rooms occupied with m
oaning and writhing bodies.
Flynn cocked an eyebrow at Bryce and frowned in annoyance. “I hope she's better than the last woman they sent. There's nothing worse for a man's ego when a woman sees his erection and screams hysterically until we have to do a mind erase and send her back to general population."
Bryson laughed. "Quit your bragging, my man. I was there too. She freaked out when she saw the large size of my cock," he teased.
"You wish," Flynn replied and returned his attention to the arrangement of healthy fruits and vegetables placed on the table.
Bryce chuckled, poured himself a cup of carrot-parsley juice and chugged back a few sips, wincing at the bland flavor. Despite his craving for cold, illegal beet beer, he needed to watch his weight and remain a perfect ten to avoid the OA investigating an unexplained weight gain. Not that the beer caused him weight gain. It was the forbidden snacks he nibbled on while he drank that was the problem. The authorities couldn’t track his weight or his thoughts anymore because the Rebels had successfully placed a fake program into his Blocker. But he was packing a little extra weight and with the numerous OA guards patrolling the biosphere, a suspicious one could request a weight scan totally offline and the discrepancy would lead to unwanted questions.
"What's this recruit’s story?" Flynn asked as he shoved a flavorless cucumber roll into his mouth and lazily licked his fingers.
"She's a young assistant to an Higher Woman Rebel member. She came upon a couple of Doctors having sex with the woman by accident. That's all I know, except she's a virgin. She’s never been penetrated by a machine or a Doctor.”
At the news, Flynn tensed in his chair and Bryce chuckled. "I thought that would get your attention. I know how you’ve been dying to fuck a virgin. Not."
