by Nash, Lisa
Donnie shook his head.
“Guess.”
“I’m hoping it has something to do with sex…”
“Get on your knees,” the blonde said with a seductive smile.
Donnie complied.
She pulled up her mesh skirt. “Look at my pussy.”
Donnie complied again. It was beautiful.
“Lay down on your back.”
With his hands cuffed behind him, Donnie awkwardly maneuvered to his ass, and then dropped to the floor on his back.
The blonde straddled him and then squatted down on his face. “Lick my pussy, lawbreaker. Lick my fucking pussy.”
He massaged her clit with his tongue. He licked faster and faster each time she screamed, “Lick it!” His head started to spin.
The blonde cop grabbed him by his hair and pulled his head in closer to her. “Fuck me with your tongue.”
Slipping his tongue in an out of her soft juicy walls, he felt himself start to blackout. The world got darker and darker and just as he felt himself fall into total darkness he yanked himself into reality.
The blonde was no longer sitting on his face. She was swallowing his cock with her velvety pussy. “C’mon, lawbreaker, get that cock in there. Get… it… in!” Once the length of his erection was entirely engulfed by her wet warm walls, she placed her hands on his chest and pushed her hips up and then forced them down. “Your cock feels so good in my pussy,” She said through gritted teeth. Up and down. Up and down. Up and down. Pumping harder and moving faster. She frantically rode his cock.
His world started to spin again and he felt out of breath.
Still she rode his cock, bucking and twitching and screaming like a lunatic.
His eyes rolled back in his head and he lost sense of time. Feeling himself start to slip, he grunted and brought himself back from the brink of unconsciousness.
Somehow he found himself ramming the blonde from behind. She was bent over the couch gripping the cushions. He had no idea how they had gotten there, and he found himself not caring. The handcuffs hung around just one of his wrists. The blonde was begging for him to go deeper. He pounded and pounded and pounded, feeling his balls slap her clit with each thrust. As he felt himself blacking out again, he reached for the inhaler hanging around his neck. There was nothing there. His mind fell into a deeply murky state. Images raced through his memory. Where had he placed the inhaler? Where… the world shut down for a moment. He opened his eyes.
Two blondes were sucking his cock. Neither one of them was the cop. His eyes heavy, he surveyed the room with his blurred vision and saw the cop riding Louis’ cock. His friend looked as out of it as Donnie felt.
Russell and Lisa had entered the room, too. Russell rammed his wife from behind while she sucked off a bio-syn unit. Russell directed his wife. “Spit on that big cock, baby. Suck it. Suck it. Spit. Get that fucking cock wet, goddamn it!” Even in Donnie’s groggy state he marveled at how out of control the situation was. They were all fucking insane with lust.
Another blackout.
Donnie came to on the dance floor. It was littered with writhing bodies. He couldn’t tell where one body ended and another began. The music was blaring, but it wasn’t enough to drown out the sounds of ecstasy coming from every inch of the building. He wasn’t even aware that his cock was in his hand and he was coming in a bio-syn’s mouth, a brunette this time, delicious build, and an insatiable appetite for his cum. When he couldn’t ejaculate anymore, she sucked on his erection like it was a straw trying to get out every last drop.
Donnie pushed her away and staggered toward a door marked ‘Stairs’. He had to get out of there.
Through the door, he stumbled up the first flight of stairs and had to fight off another blonde. So many blondes, he thought. So many fucking blondes. He made it to the second level and then the third. He fell on the stairs leading to the fourth floor and labored to catch his breath. He wiped the sweat from his face and examined his hands. They were red, blood red.
An image popped in his mind. Louis… it was Louis’ blood. They fought over the brunette. They both wanted her. Donnie bounced Louis’ head off the dance floor until it split open. Donnie turned and scrambled up the stairs. He killed Louis. He fucking killed Louis.
Making it to the roof access he stopped as he heaved uncontrollably. He felt as though he would never be able to breathe normally again, the air he needed to live would forever crush his lungs.
He stepped out on the graveled rooftop and relished the sensation of the cool breeze. He wobbled to the edge of the building and looked over. “I killed Louis.” A flash of Russell screaming “What did you do?” nearly knocked him off his feet.
“Lisa?!” Russell cried.
Donnie’s memory suddenly became crystal clear. He wasn’t fighting Louis over the brunette. They were fighting because Donnie attacked Lisa.
“Oh, my God,” he said. “What’s happening to me?”
The sounds of the street five stories below caught his attention. He leaned over the edge of the building and watched as two cars navigated the street. Closing his eyes, he repeated, “I’ve gone insane” and freed himself of the need to hang onto his balance. Gravity soon tugged him over the side of the building and sent him crashing into the unforgiving pavement.
Lisa appeared out the darkness and peered over the side of the roof. She breathed deeply into her inhaler and slowly felt her mind start to right itself. As she pieced the events of the night together, she looked at her watch. A great sense of disappointment crept into her mind as she realized her time was almost up.
-56-
“Bribe?” Thomas asked.
“Yes, yes,” Dr. Green answered. “Bribe. My work threatened their livelihood, their wealth, their power. Grant saw that. He saw that from the first moment he heard about my work. He knew what it meant. He was a virtuoso in that way. He didn’t just see things five, ten, twenty years into the future. He saw what would transpire 50 years ahead, and he masterfully convinced others that it wasn’t a mere theory, but a foregone conclusion.”
“Sounds like you admired him,” Thomas said.
The heavily bearded man pondered Thomas’ assessment. “I suppose I did in the beginning. We were not compatible in the least, but I recognize genius when I see it, appreciate it even, but as time went by so too did my admiration for him. He was nothing more than a carnie, a PT Barnum. Money was his primary interest. The transformative implications… the historical nature of the discovery meant nothing to him.”
Dr. Green giggled. “Think of it. Cancer would be as easy to treat as a headache. Spinal cord injuries could be treated with a series of injections and physical therapy. It would be as catastrophic as a sore muscle. Nothing more. Brain injury… disease, my boy… any disease could be reduced to a mild inconvenience.”
Duncan yawned. “The kid’s not getting any younger, doc. Get to it.”
“Yes, of course,” Dr. Green said. “I do ramble so. Anthony Grant took my research to the pharmaceutical companies and ensured them he would lay waste to their profit margins. He did the same with insurance and healthcare providers. A large portion of their services would no longer be required if disease was no longer a concern. He allowed their people to pour over my work, and they did. They all saw it for themselves. They knew he was right. The decline would be gradual at first, but in a few short decades they would all be paupers.” He frowned as he relived the past he was recounting.
“They paid him to kill your research?”
“For the purposes I intended, yes. Grant Bio-Synthetic Industries has collected billions of dollars in bribe money over the years so the healthcare industry could collect trillions from sick and dying people during that same time period. Millions have died unnecessarily as a result.”
“Okay,” Thomas said sounding somewhat skeptical, “but how does that get us here?”
“What do you mean?” Dr. Green asked.
“Well, how did Grant Bio-Synthetic get into the busine
ss of pimping out bio-syn units?”
Dr. Green groaned. “More of Grant’s meddling. Without my knowledge or permission, he shared my work with a designer in vitro lab he owned. They had been giving the affluent perfect babies for years. Using my stem cells to create something even more perfect wasn’t too daunting a task.” He shook his head. “Fascinating really.”
“Fascinating?” Thomas said in disgust.
Sensing his disproval, he said, “Yes, yes, I know moral boundaries were crossed, but as a scientist I can’t help but marvel at the thought of it. Life that mimics humans in every way, yet is not human… it staggers the mind… pushes the boundaries of our identity over a cliff. You take away the human race’s unique nature and you make it irrelevant. Nothing means what we thought it meant. Nothing.”
“He’s saying you humans have a stick up your ass about being king shit.” Duncan said.
“Well put, my friend. Well put.”
“So, Grant found a way to double dip on your research. He made money for suppressing it and not using it for what it was intended to be used for, and he made money by using it for something you never dreamed it could be used for.”
“Exactly,” Dr. Green said. “His team turned out to be quite capable scientists from every bio-engineering field. I’m afraid my curiosity drove me to participate with unfettered enthusiasm.”
Thomas looked shocked. “I thought you said Grant trivialized your work.”
“He did,” he said, “very much so, but nonetheless, the temptation to take the work… to create… a human being when no human being was used as source material… I could not pass that up. Goodness no. No scientist could.”
Thomas looked at him disapprovingly.
“That look. That look. Your mother cast it upon me often. She did not approve of my scientific curiosity either.” He smiled. “Even though she would not be here without it.”
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Harvey’s team loaded the defective bio-syns onto a tractor trailer in record time. They were en route to the fuck lodge the second Donnie hit the pavement. The large woman who ran the lodge locked the place down and called them like she had been trained to do. The Grant Bio-Synthetic security team was quick and efficient and left nothing to chance. The humans who had enjoyed the fruits of the fuck lodge were too high to worry about. Any information they could give to the cops was useless.
All in all, the plan couldn’t have gone better. The loose ends had been eliminated and there was no connection to Grant Bio-Synthetic Industries other than that some of the deceased worked for the company. But that could be explained easily enough. They worked together. They played together. Things got out of hand.
It was a shame, and they would be missed. That would be the company line. But, what really mattered is they wouldn’t be a problem.
-58-
The man who said he was his father had just split open his world. Thomas didn’t know what he was. He had known just minutes before. He was a guy life shit on like everyone else. He was raised in foster homes by people who didn’t care if he lived or died. He had no education to speak of. He couldn’t hold a job. His life was just a series of fuckups and disasters, but at least he was human. He came from somewhere.
Now life was still shitting on him, but he wasn’t like everyone else. He was half human, half synthetic. He wasn’t sure what that really made him.
Cora was waiting for him in a room at the farthest end of the underground complex. While it wasn’t as ramshackle as the rest of the building, it wasn’t the Ritz either. She greeted him with a hug. It warmed him. He wasn’t cold. He wasn’t dead inside. The electricity that surged through his body once he felt her arms wrap around him brought him back to life. He was surprised by it, utterly revived by it. He hugged her tighter; his face nestled into the crook of her neck. The smell of her energized him even more. He had been devastated by the revelations of his past just seconds before, but now his mind was hyper focused on her entirely. Everything about her excited him, the feathery feel of her hair, the silky smooth texture of her skin, the way she slightly swayed as they hugged. She was sheer perfection.
He kissed her neck, and she trembled. He continued to kiss her, following the sinewy structure of her jaw line to her earlobe. She breathed out a soft groan. He devoured her in a fiery kiss on the lips. Their heads moved to the inaudible beat of their longing for each other. The passion brewing between them soared in symphonic harmony as their hands caressed one another.
With his hand shaking from the intensity, he frantically removed her shirt, tearing it ever so slightly as he did. She was even more frantic and pulled the smiley face t-shirt over his head tossing it with authority to the other side of the room.
Both topless, he lifted her high enough so her breasts were even with his chest. She wrapped her legs around his hips and they continued to kiss with unrestrained fervor. He released her to the floor and turned her around. He bent down and planted a single soft kiss between her shoulder blades. She arched her back and moaned. He kissed her where the back of her neck and right shoulder met. She reached behind her and cupped the back of his head. He kissed down her spine.
She turned quickly, undid his belt, opened his pants and cupped his erection in her hand. He breathed in and held it, anticipating her next move. She yanked at his pants until they dropped to the floor.
While he was stepping out of his pants, she removed hers. He scooped her up and carried her to a cot in the corner of the room. Laying her down, he positioned her perfect ass on the edge of the cot and grabbed his cock. She eagerly spread her legs and nearly fainted when she felt the head of his erection push against her moist lips. He let out a small grunt as he fought to enter her. She screamed in complete bliss. Once the head made it past her swollen and stretched opening, it felt as if her pussy was swallowing his cock, sucking it in as deep as it could go. She flinched and bucked at the sensation of his erection sliding deeper and deeper inside of her. It was too much and not enough at the same time. She wanted to take all of him, but she didn’t know if she could. She placed a hand on his stomach to slow his progress, and he pushed harder. It was a reflex. She eased her resistance and her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt the entirety of his massive cock inside of her. She cried out. He pulled back, terrified he had hurt her. She dug her fingernails into his ass and pulled him back into her as deep as he could go. She wanted it all. She needed it all.
He thrust into her and pulled out. Thrust in and pulled out. He increased his speed with each thrust. Then suddenly he stopped and changed his tactic. He pulled back until just the head of his cock was hidden in her pussy. He fucked her with a shallow motion. She squirmed at the change in depth and motion. She panted at the rapid fire in and out. She slapped the bed, howling in ecstasy. She was mad from the sweet, rhythmic teasing sensation. He wasn’t deep enough, but the head of his cock was positioned perfectly to massage the underside of her clit as he moved in and out. She screamed out a word, she was so lost in the moment she didn’t even know what she said. She was out of her mind, out of her body, free from the confines of space and time.
Without warning, he rammed his cock deep inside of her. Surprised by the change in depth, she shrieked and came. He continued to pound her. Losing himself in the motion. He pumped her, getting short of breath. He drove his cock in and out, in and out, in and out… until he felt a pressure at the base of his cock work its way up the shaft and explode. He collapsed on top her and twitched as he came over and over again.
-59-
Dr. Grant posed the question to Anders and waited for his answer. She was four sips into her second glass of Cabernet Sauvignon, but it was doing nothing to relax her.
Anders was a lightweight. He was still on his first glass, and his face felt flush from the alcohol.
“I’m waiting,” Dr. Grant said. “How is it that the Senator had a recent picture of a model that never made it passed the prototype stage thirty years ago?”
Anders shrugged. “I’m real
ly not sure. The only thing I can say with absolute certainty is that it didn’t come from us.” He sniffed the aroma of the fermented grapes rising from his glass.
“Are you saying someone is manufacturing bio-synthetic units?”
He was about to answer her with an “I don’t know,” but stopped when a thought occurred to him. “There were eight units missing from the decommission logs, right?”
She nodded. “There were.”
He drank from his glass, held the liquid in his mouth for a beat and then swallowed. “Yes, it’s possible… that could be the answer.”
“What could be the answer?”
“Lineage extraction.”
She shook her head and scowled. “I have no fucking idea what you’re saying.”
“I’m saying that it’s possible to extract a unit’s lineage from a simple DNA swab. It would take someone who really knew what they were doing, but once you’ve identified lineage, you can code the synthetic DNA to recreate any of the past models included in that lineage. You’d need our equipment and the right environment, but it could be done.”
“Lineage? Our units are made in a lab. They don’t have a lineage.”
“True, but as you know, we recycle synthetic DNA.” The wine was breaking down his inhibitions, and he was being uncharacteristically candid. “A total violation of FDA rules, but it was your father’s idea. Once he found out it would save the company billions in source material, he slashed R&D’s budget to produce new synthetic DNA…”
“So,” Dr. Grant said interrupting him, “we extract the stem cells from units before they’re decommissioned, and use those cells to create and develop new units.”
“Exactly. The coding of each preceding model is embedded in the synthetic DNA. As I said, the right person with the right equipment…”
“Is Dr. Green the right person?”
He considered her question and nodded. “Indeed, but even he would need the right equipment and facilities.”
