41 comments/ 233769 views/ 52 favorites Double Jeopardy By: Moxy Irish DOUBLE JEOPARDY by Moxy Irish MMM/FF, machine/F. Futuristic spanking erotica. Spanking threats, discussion, fantasy, spanking, spanking w/implements, spanking by machine, D/s, sexuality, oral sexuality, anal sexuality, plot development I’ve been mulling over aspects of this story idea for a while. I’ve always been afraid that I couldn’t write sci-fi into spanking erotica. I hope I pulled it off. If you like it let me know and more will be coming. This, like my other submissions is a *rough draft*. Like the others, several more parts will be written and it will be subject to editing and re-writes for illustrated print publication as a novel or novella this year. All characters are the property of Moxy Irish I hope you enjoy the story! Mox I. Tuesday morning-4-17-2074 Captain Jake Navarro strode down the marble floored hall of the American section of the International Earth Planetary Alliance government building. His green eyes were hard as he moved towards the IEPA office that he was forced to visit twice a week. He hated the mandatory meetings with the civilian Director. The only positive thing about them was that she was easy on the eye. He glanced at his watch. It read 0830. He had been up for hours, not having slept after a night of surveillance, and he was dog tired. He paused outside the large, ornate doors to the outer office and put on a tight smile, his sea-green gaze flicking over the gold embossed plaque on the door that read, “Samantha Waterson-American Director-IEPA”. He murmured to himself, “Let’s see what the bitch is going to do to me now...” and stepped inside. The dark-haired Personal Assistant looked up from her desk and gave him a genuine smile, “Good morning Captain Navarro.” Jake smiled at the sweet-natured woman who had always been friendly and professional to him, “Good morning, Mrs. Galviston. How are you today?” She stood and gave him another smile, “I’m fine Captain. I’m afraid she is running late today. May I offer you coffee while you wait?” Jake gritted his teeth but held onto the smile. Damn that woman. She always had an excuse to make him wait like a delivery boy. He checked his watch again, he needed to be at the International Embassy in an hour for a surveillance Op. “Yes, Mrs. Galviston, I’d appreciate it.” The young woman disappeared into a side room and returned with a cup of steaming, black coffee. Jake murmured his thanks and sat down to wait. Samantha sat in her inner office, gently twirling herself around in her chair. There was “nothing” she liked better than messing with the handsome Captain Navarro. Well there were a few things, but they fit in nicely with her bitchy behavior towards the Captain. She looked at the clock and sighed, putting on her shoes. It had been ten minutes. She knew that despite the fact that she treated him like an errand boy, he did have an important job as a Liaison between the pure military Interplanetary Peacekeeping Force and the civilian IEPA politicians who made it do their bidding. She touched her computer screen and sent a message to Julia, “Send him in.” The double doors of her office clicked. She leaned back against the desk, her arms folded, an arrogant smile on her face. Jake prowled through the door, nodding as he met her hazel gaze. He gave her the once over. She was impeccably dressed in an expensive black business suit, the hem of her skirt falling well above her knee as the current fashion dictated. Her dark gold hair had been cut into a jaw-length shaggy bob. He felt a twinge of disappointment, he had liked her long, golden waves. Her jewelry was minimal and tasteful. Her face was expertly made-up as always. She had a pretty face, with large hazel eyes, full pink lips, and a nice jaw line. It was too bad that this woman was such a frigid bitch. She had a body and face that promised unspeakable pleasure to a man if she only had the personality to pull it off. Jake sighed inwardly, it was a damn shame good genes being wasted on nasty people. He made his voice professionally polite as he greeted her, “Good Morning, Director Waterson. I see you’ve had your hair cut. It suits you.” She moved around her desk and sat down, nodding to the chair in front of it and said cooly, “Captain.” His green eyes flashed briefly as he processed the curt greeting. Apparently the Ice Queen was going to start immediately today. He sat and looked at her with a resigned anticipation. Samantha regarded the man across from her. She had seen him twice a week since the middle of December, but he still made her stomach flutter. She knew he was an arrogant bastard, not that he was ever anything but maddeningly polite, but she had seen the look he would get in his eyes when she pushed him. He was easily the most attractive man she had ever seen, with short raven black hair and green eyes the color of the Atlantic. His jaw line was strong, his hands were large, blunt nails clean, and his body. God. He looked great in a uniform. He was six feet two inches worth of solidly built true blue American Army Captain. And he was at her beck and call. She loved teasing him and ordering him around like a servant. Sometimes she would get a thrill when his green gaze would harden and blaze, but he kept his temper no matter what she threw at him. She hoped she would crack that cool exterior today. She tossed a manila folder at him, “Captain Navarro, I’m extremely disappointed that the roster of additional personnel for the IEPA Formal Ball hasn’t been authorized yet.” He looked at her blankly. She couldn’t be serious. “Director Waterson, pardon me, but you have to be kidding. That ball is two months away and you gave me that list on Thursday. I told you before that it was not my job to do security checks on the hired help. I passed on that list to the Senior Security Officer. He has a team working on the list now. I’m sure you’ll get it soon.” She glared at him, her voice sharp, “No I certainly am *not* kidding, Captain Navarro! I gave that list to *you*, not to the Security office. You know the guest list to this Ball! I consider every safety measure extremely important! Since the Peacekeepers will be providing security for the Ball, I expect the Senior Liaison to take an interest! I expected you to go through that list yourself!” Jake’s green eyes flashed as he leaned forward and bit out, “Director Waterson, there are over 300 names on that list. A security team of ten people is working on it so you will have it back by the end of the week. I do not *possibly* have the time to check a list like that myself. As well, it is Not. My. Job. Having me check your list of waiters and cocktail waitresses would be like the President ordering you to assign parking spots in the garage. Now if you will excuse me, I have an appointment.” Jake rose to leave and Samantha rose with him. Her voice was furious, “Don’t you DARE walk away in the middle of this conversation, Captain! May I remind you that you answer to me down here? You may be the Top Dog with your Army buddies up in the stars, but in DC you belong to me. I suggest you *sit* and listen to what I have to say.” Jake dropped his head, his eyes glittering green slits. His jaw clenched and his palm itched. There was nothing in the world that he wanted more than to have the Ice Queen shrieking over his knee at that moment. But he knew he couldn’t blow it. He had to stay in DC. If he gave her what she richly deserved he would jeopardize his position. He slowly sat, locking his eyes with hers and showing her his anger. She looked rattled for a moment, and he took satisfaction in that as he stared her down. She broke eye contact first and started scolding the vase of flowers on her desk. “Captain Navarro, you seem to take my instructions personally...” He tuned out and watched her mouth move. Hmmmm, he wondered if his cock in her mouth would shut her up. He fixed on a point at the corner of her mouth and kept fantasizing. How about her crying around a ball gag, fastened over a punishment bench, her shapely ass stuffed with a nice, fat phallus while her bottom took stroke after stroke with a solid paddle. He pictured her inarticulate pleading behind the gag, her pussy soaking wet. A shadow of a smile curved his mouth as he pictured leaving her there for a squad of Peacekeepers to punish and use. He liked picturing the bitch as a wanton slavegirl at heart. Usually the icy ones were. He heard her slowing her words and knew it was almost over. “...after all, we are on the same team, aren’t we, Captain Navarro?” He flicked his eyes up to her hazel gaze and stood, then checked his watch. His voice was cool and professional, “We certainly are on the same team, Director Waterson. You will have your list at the end of the week. I’m afraid I *must* leave now or I will be late. I’ll see you on Thursday.” He turned and strode toward the door. She called after him, “Does that mean you will be handling this yourself, Capta...” the doors clicked shut on her words. Samantha was livid. She was sure she could get a rise out of him with this ridiculous request. She almost had. Then he disconnected and let her rail. She had seen him do that before. She picked up the vase on her desk and smashed it against the wall. God! She always dressed to the nines for the meetings with him. She always made herself up perfectly. She wondered just what the *fuck* was more interesting in that tiny little mind of his than paying attention to her when they met twice a week? II. Tuesday -4-17-74 Jake exited the government building swearing. He hailed a cab and leapt in, murmuring “Embassy Row, I’ll throw in another $50 if you are quick about it.” Fuck. That incorrigible Brat was going to make him late. His mind went over the exchange and he felt his temper starting to burn. What he would give to catch her in the act of something, anything, and have her under his thumb. His lips curved into a smile as he thought about what indignities he could subject the pretty wench to. Certainly the very first thing he would do is blister her ass. His eyes glittered as he fantasized, Ah, yes, to spank Samantha Waterson senseless and put her on her knees with her bottom in the air. He’d watch her face in a mirror as he fed his cock into her tight, stuck-up ass. That would be a hell of a picture. He shook himself as they entered the neighborhood he wanted and murmured, “International Embassy please.” Jake spent the next two hours pretending to have a meeting with the American Consulate while taping a meeting that was taking place in the next office between a Middle Eastern Dignitary and his mark. His mark was a Finnish Diplomat and Jake was sure he was their mole. When the men had finished their meeting and exited the room, Jake artfully drew his meeting to a close and slipped out of the building. He moved out past the gate, returning the salute of the International Guardsmen. He strode away from the International Embassy, slowing to a stroll after several blocks. He was at the edge of Embassy row and the streets started to have shops and vendors. He was entering the neighborhood of high-class apartment high rises where many of the IEPA personnel lived. He stopped at a sidewalk café and ordered a black coffee at their window. His green gaze habitually noticed what was going on around him and he froze as he caught something out of the corner of his eye. He turned, his brow furrowing. Across the street, flower vendor. He watched himself buying some tulips. His head cocked slowly in disbelief as he walked away from the window, his coffee forgotten. His green eyes scanned the territory. There was an alley just behind the flower vendor. He knew he would have to be dead accurate and fast. As his twin was turning he caught his arm, murmuring, “Military business, Sir, if you will step this way.” His twin allowed himself to be tugged along beside Jake compliantly, saying nothing. Jake stopped midway down the alley where they couldn’t be seen. He looked at his double. The man was wearing blue jeans and a green cotton sweater. There was no aggression or fear response at all. The man’s green eyes simply looked pleasantly back at Jake. Jake regarded his mirror image with narrowed eyes. “You have two seconds to tell me who you are.” His double blinked at him and murmured, “I am Jake Navarro.” Jake’s eyes flickered. Of course, the compliance, the innocent look, the lack of fear or curiosity, and now the clincher, the tone of voice. He was talking to a skin job. He murmured, “What series are you?” The robot spoke back, “I have an appointment, I’m sorry.” And started to move away. Jake bit out a programming code override, “Override Alpha three seven Delta.” The Bot stopped and turned toward Jake, his voice without inflection. “I am Jake 1, Series 10 Pleasure Unit.” Jake’s eyebrows nearly jumped off of his skull. Someone had made his image into a *Pleasure Unit*? He murmured, “Who is your owner?” The Bot smiled, “I’m sorry. I really can’t stay, I need to...” Jake snarled out, “Override Alpha Alpha four three.” The Bot’s voice spoke again without inflection, “Jake 1 is the property of Samantha Waterson.” Jake’s mouth dropped open. No. Way. His eyes started gleaming. Oh this was…this was…this was too much. Ice Queen Waterson had an illegal skin job that looked like him. Not just a Bot, a *Pleasure Unit*. Bots and Pleasure Bots were not illegal. They were incredibly expensive and most couldn’t afford them, but they weren’t illegal. However, Bots that looked like living persons were. Even Historical Bots were frowned upon by most. Humans didn’t like the overall idea of Bots being made to look like people who actually existed. The Historical Bot trade had been a fad for about eight months several years ago, but then slowed to a trickle and the large companies didn’t even make them any more. A law had been enacted shortly after the first skin jobs were perfected. It became illegal to make “Human Units” in the image of a living person with the intent to duplicate that person. There were a slew of other laws that were slated to go through concerning Bots at the same time, but they were all shelved when the public policed itself. The public was very excited about Pleasure Bots for a while, but all in all, they wanted human interaction. There were collectors certainly, and Pleasure Bot clubs. And there were a large amount owned privately throughout the world, but the bottom line was that most humans ultimately went back to humans for their sex. Jake shook his head then took out his palm device, “Override Delta two two Omega. Command: Present your programs arm.” The Bot obediently extended his right arm. Jake pushed up his sleeve, peeled back a section of skin, and opened the catch. He plugged the palm unit into the Programs file downloading all active programs of the Bot. As a second thought he also downloaded all visual recordings of the programs. It only took a few seconds. He pocketed his device and murmured, “Override four six Delta Delta, Question: Why are you out of your dwelling?” The Bot smiled and replied, “I do the shopping at 11am every Tuesday. I must be at the freight elevator at 12:30 exactly to return undetected into the dwelling.” Jake looked at his watch. The Bot didn’t have a lot of time. He nodded and murmured, “Alpha code, six niner seven, you will delete this conversation and meeting. You will dump it from your system at your regular cleaning cycle. Forget.” The Bot blinked and then smiled, turned on its heel and walked out of the alley. Jake pulled out his palm device and encoded a message: “Need all info and codes on Samantha Waterson, American Director, IEPA.” He sent the encrypted message and wandered back to the café, stopping and buying a coffee this time, before looking for a taxi. III. Tuesday-4-17-74 Jake entered his spacious apartment tossing his coat on a chair. He entered his office, spoke a word into a panel on the wall and watched the room shift. An entire wall slid back and revealed his real base of operations. He moved to the desk in the hidden room and sat down at his secure terminal. He punched in an entrance code and waited. The screen flicked to a password screen and the machine’s female voice stated, “Confirm retina scan.” He leaned forward and looked into the small camera on the side of the device, a red light flickered briefly and the words ‘Retina scan confirmed’ flashed up on the screen. The cool professional voice continued, “Confirm vocal scan with password.” Jake murmured, “Lancelot.” Immediately his image jumped onto the screen. Stats lined up next to it. Senior Special Agent Jacob Lyons. Born 6/21/2039, Portland, Oregon. Graduated with Honors US Naval Academy. US Military Navy SEALS. Demolitions Unit Instructor. Sniper Unit Instructor US Military Special Forces. International Peacekeeper-Enforcer Unit Undercover International Agent Undercover Interplanetary Agent-Homebase: Earth Interplanetary Anti-Terrorism Unit. Licensed Interplanetary Assassin. Covert Operator. Operations assigned since recruitment-144. Operations successfully completed since recruitment-144. Status: ACTIVE Current Alternate Identity-Captain Jake Navarro, US Army, Senior Liaison Officer, Interplanetary Peacekeeping Force-Stationed Washington DC, USA, Earth Jake waited until the female voice spoke again, “Password for current Operation.” His low voice murmured, “Gollum.” Immediately CIA Deputy Director Duncan McCrae’s image came up on the screen. The silver haired man smiled at him, “Hello, Jake.” “Hello Duncan, I’m transmitting intelligence gathered from the International Embassy. I gotta say, Dunc, this Op is really chapping my hide. I’m not used to these long hang times in country before action.” The older man smiled gently. Jake was the best Agent he had and loyal as hell, but he hated sitting around, and he had been doing exactly that for over four months now. Duncan knew the deadly young Operator wanted to flush out his secondary target and eradicate the mole that fed damaging information to their primary target, the Drokazee Warlord, Kephasa Zul. The deputy director made his voice soothing, “You know this is deep, Jake. This may involve several important people in the International Government. I pray to God that there are no Americans in on this. Your intelligence reports have been absolutely crucial to this Operation. When the action comes it will hit hard and fast, just the way you like it. For right now, enjoy yourself. You are on call status for the next 14 days. Your mark is spending two fun filled weeks on Fiona.” Jake murmured, his emerald eyes dancing, “Any chance of me taking a vacation to Fiona as well?” Duncan chuckled, “You know River is our Agent on the slave world.” Jake murmured dryly, “River, that fucker. I want to know how he managed that assignment. I trained that pup. River spends every night of the last four months dressed in a silk robe spanking a Fionian slave girl, and I’m stuck in sub-par quarters in DC, answering to a Hellbitch and doing my own laundry. And now to add insult to injury, my mark gets to spend two weeks at a Pleasure resort getting serviced by the best slaves on Fiona. Where’s the Universal fairness in that one, Dunc?” Duncan chuckled again at Jake’s dry tone, “Now, now, River doesn’t spend *every* night with his little morsel. He gets the job done. Obviously he was well trained. Besides, Jake, I distinctly remember that *you* were the one who introduced your whole team to the pleasures of the slave world during some down time three or four years ago. If River knows Fiona inside and out, it’s because of your...instruction...” Duncan grinned and Jake gave him a look. “Oh, incidently, Jake, speaking of Samantha Waterson. I brought up the info on her you wanted. She has a clean record. No crime. No moral turpitude. She does not currently employ any domestic service people, although she did used to have a maid service come in once a week. She terminated that contract approximately four months ago, let’s see, where is the date, ah, yes, she cancelled the service on January 4th. She has a chef service deliver prepared meals to her apartment once a week. She has no husband, no dependents, no pets, and the last time she dated anyone was 5 months ago. Name: Jerry Pendleton. She saw him twice and then cut him off. She goes out to Sunday brunch at 11am with a group of girlfriends every week at Café Septieme. She has no recent large credit purchases, but she has had a significant amount deducted per month since January to a company listed as KDC. I checked it out. That was rather interesting. The letters stand for Koy Design Company. The company does not advertise and is not registered for anything but taxes. It has existed for two years and makes a hell of a profit. Tax records for the company are clean. The business is registered to a Dela Koy. She has a day job, Jake. Get this… Senior Design Scientist, Research and Development,...” Duncan cleared his throat, “...for Hosang International.” Double Jeopardy “If I show you anything, I will have nailed my own coffin shut. Right now you can put me out of business, but that is it. Everything else is heresay. I’d have to shut down my company and destroy records, but there wouldn’t be a crime you could prove. No way, Captain. You aren’t seeing anything.” Jake’s eyes started glittering but he kept his voice calm and conversational. “Dela, you know about the planet Fiona, right?” She glared at him, “Of course I do.” “What do you know about it?” She looked at him evenly, “Fiona, commonly called a slave world, Interplanetary tourism destination, part of the Alliance since 2030. Earth dwellers have been allowed to visit Fiona since 2041. Fiona and her...practices...made it into mainstream Earth media in 2062. Since then many earth cultures, especially Americans and Europeans, have made Fionian attire, implements, attitudes, and practices rather ‘hip’ in the bedroom. As well there are several clubs in major cities, both Male and Female run, that cater to those who have a taste for Fionian culture.” Jake smiled, “Thanks for the history lesson, darlin’. Now, do you happen to know about the status points of otherworlders on Fiona?” Dela cleared her throat, mumbling, “I know a bit.” His eyes glittered and his voice became silky, “And do you know what it means to carry a Fionian license of Master? Not to be called it on Fiona of course, because every otherworlder becomes “Master” or “Mistress” to the slaves there. I mean do you know the significance of being awarded a Fionian *License* of Master, specifically with a Certification as a Corporal Punishment Specialist?” The color drained out of Dela’s face and Jake smiled sweetly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I see you do.” Dela coughed, “What...What would you like to see first, Sir? The Bots or the customer files?” Jake gave her a cool smile, “Customer files, please.” Jake scrolled down the files ignoring everything until he came to Samantha Waterson. He read her instructions for the physical appearance of the Bot, and grinned as he read the “Special programming” section. He looked up and murmured, “Is there a prototype here for Jake 1?” Dela looked at him nervously, “No Sir. The special-order Bots that look like anyone who lives, or has lived in the last twenty years, are not duplicated. The prototype Jake 1 was perfected and sent to the customer. The physical design files have been destroyed, I promise.” Jake looked at her with narrowed eyes, “That’s a good thing, Miss Koy. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes if I happened to detect another Bot with my face running around somewhere.” Dela’s voice shook, “There are no other Bots of you, Sir.” Jake raised his brows in a questioning look, “And what if your client is unsatisfied with their Bot? Destruction?” Dela’s blue eyes hardened in pride, “I have never had a client unsatisfied. I work exactly to their specifications and have a private facility for them to test their Bot in a domestic situation. The Bots are perfectly adapted to the client before payment is taken and delivery is made.” Jake merely nodded, that solved the puzzle of the strange apartment in the complex. He murmured, “Let me see what you do have, all Duplicate Bots, past and present. Right now.” Dela’s fingers flew across her keyboard and the viewing room screen opened. Several Bots were standing in a line in sleep mode. Jake regarded them. He recognized a current male rock star and two current actresses, the rest were Historical Bots. His eyes flicked to one and stayed there, his brow furrowing, “What is her name? 20th and 21st century actor, I’ve seen her work.” Dela whispered, “Sarah Michelle Gellar.” Jake murmured, “Ah yes, Sarah Michelle Gellar.” His pointing finger moved, “David Bowie. Michael Jordan. Drew Barrymore. Viggo Mortensen. Catherine Zeta Jones...who is that huge one?” Dela murmured, “He was an actor and a professional wrestler in the late 20th and early 21st centuries. His stage name was just, “The Rock.” Jake looked at her “The Rock?” Dela nodded miserably. Jake’s eyes narrowed in speculation. Her face had changed a tiny bit, just enough to tell him something was up. He murmured, “Who is...uh...Mr. ‘Rock’ for?” Dela kept her mouth shut. Jake watched her for a moment then sighed loudly, standing and unbuckling his belt. Dela squeaked in alarm and said hastily, “No one...no one...No customer, Sir. I keep him as a prototype. He’s...he’s for my own use.” She finished in an embarrassed whisper. Jake smiled slowly, “Give me your terminal. I want to see the programming on this one.” Dela gave Jake her terminal with a groan. He brought up “The Rock” and scanned the programming. All of the basic programming for a Bot was in place, his override codes would work if he needed them. He checked “Special Programming” and grinned. Ah, little Dela was a romantic. “The Rock” was a sexual expert as all Pleasure Units were, but nearly all of his special programming was romantically inclined. Singing, gift giving, poetry, cuddling, flower petals and candles...Jake’s eyes stopped on a line of code and he flicked them up with a grin. “So we like a touch of bondage with our romance, hmmm Dela? A little bit of tied to the bed and teased? A touch of the old slap and tickle?” His voice was full of amusement and she groaned with humiliation. “Oh no worries, darlin’. I mean it isn’t exactly the ‘special programming’ that you put in the Jake-Bot now *is* it. But you have just a tiny taste of good ole American ‘how to handle a naughty girl’ here, doncha?” Dela murmured, “I like a taste from time to time...are you through humiliating me now?” Jake pushed the terminal away. “Yes Dela, I’m done. I need to return tomorrow for one last thing. I promise it won’t take long. You need to clear your schedule for me for the next week. I need you for something. Do that and I guarantee that I will forget you exist.” Dela shuddered out a relieved breath, “I take it I have your word as an Officer of the Army on that?” Jake murmured with a grin, “You have my word as an Officer and a Gentleman. I’ll see you here at 10am tomorrow.” He left Dela’s lab grinning. He had some programming work to do. Ah yes, and a bit of shopping. VI. Thursday-4-19-74 Jake left his regular Thursday morning meeting with Samantha Waterson with a grin on his face. He had entered her office thirty minutes before and dropped the completed authorized personnel folder on her desk, simply refusing to answer her questions about whether or not he double-checked the names personally. She had received her orders from the High Command, courtesy of his friend and fellow Agent, Logan, and was intensely curious. And she was totally pissed off. She had planned a fun-filled weekend with her Jake-Bot. Although she was secretly thrilled that she was going to spend an extended amount of time with the real Captain Navarro, she was also nervous and agitated. Whatever this assignment was, it probably didn’t allow for her messing with him during it. She couldn’t screw up a assignment order that came from that high up because she wanted him to spank and fuck her. She had to be nice to him for God’s sake. And obviously he had information that she didn’t have, which effectively put him in control. That both turned her stomach and gave her butterflies. Jake had smiled blandly at her questions and patently refused to give her any information about the assignment, citing its classified status. She was absolutely livid when he stood up to leave. He paused at her office door and murmured, “Remember to bring an overnight bag tomorrow, Director. I expect to see you in the parking garage at exactly 5pm. I doubt the Powers-that-Be will be happy if you screw up the timeline of a classified assignment because you forgot a change of clothes at home.” He chuckled as he closed the door cutting off her outraged shriek. Oh this was going to be too fun. Jake went home and changed into a black turtleneck and a pair of jeans. He lingered over his breakfast and morning coffee, humming, then started putting together the things he needed for his meeting with Dela Koy. He showed up at the warehouse at exactly 10am. The security system had been disabled for his arrival, and he breezed through the property into the inner sanctum without a hitch. He paused at the apartment room and went in. He checked that the room was stocked with everything that would be needed, then unloaded a bag of groceries into the fridge. There was plenty of food and water for an extended stay. He moved to the bedroom and dropped a satchel on the king-sized bed then left the small apartment satisfied. Dela was waiting in her office to greet him, the white lab coat a fixture on her small body. Her eyes were resigned and unhappy, she didn’t want to have to deal with this terrifying man any more than she had to. Jake smiled pleasantly and took a seat, “Hello Dela. Did you do as I asked?” Dela mumbled, “My schedule is cleared. I’ve taken the time off from work. I have no other appointments and am at your service. How can I help you, Captain Navarro?” Jake didn’t waste time, “Well I need another look at those Bots you have, darlin’. I need to see one or two of them in action. Please open the viewing screen again.” She sighed heavily and opened the screen. Jake took his time regarding the Bots, finally murmuring, “Ok, activate Nicole Kidman and, let’s see, what was the one you said was your favorite...the giant one...Mr. ‘Rock’? He’ll do.” Dela made a disgusted noise in her throat. Of course, the man wanted a Bot orgy. The activated Bots answered their summons and stepped into the glass and metal office, standing silently with pleasant looks on their faces. Jake murmured, “Let me hear their voices under programming, please.” Dela activated an interactive conversation program on the Nicole-Bot. Jake smiled as he heard the animated Aussie accent of the beautiful Historical actress. The Bot was engaging and funny under programming. Dela did good work. He nodded, “Excellent Dela. How about the male?” Dela put Nicole back into sleep mode and activated ‘The Rock’. Jake stepped back with a laugh as the big male cocked an eyebrow and boomed, “CAN YOU SMELL WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN’?” Dela mumbled, a blush rising to her cheeks, “That was his catch phrase.” Jake approached the big, male Bot. It looked at him and grinned pleasantly. Jake murmured, “I want to see his list of active programming. Have him extend his arm.” Dela cheeks burned with humiliated. This man had seen the damn list before, he was just trying to embarrass her again, the cruel beast. “Rock, Programs arm.” The Rock obediently extended his arm giving Jake another smile and cocking his eyebrow at him. Jake laughed outright. The Rock was a big boy, but he was a charming Bot. Jake opened the Bot’s arm, sliding a thin chip into it that he had palmed out of his pocket. Dela didn’t notice until Jake stepped back and murmured, “Activate new programming.” She looked up at Jake alarmed, “Wha..?” The Rock’s facial expression changed to a cool dangerous look. He glanced at Dela then moved his brown eyes back to Jake’s. Jake murmured, “Hold her.” The Bot sidestepped and grabbed Dela’s small body holding her firmly by the arms. She shrieked at Jake, “What are you doing?!” He continued, “Dela, if you think for one second that I was going to let you walk away after making a Bot of me, you are sadly mistaken. I won’t report you. I’ll forget you exist as I promised. But your favorite Bot here has a bit more Special Programming now. I designed something nice, just for you. I hope you like your ‘Mr. Rock’ because I’ve inserted a seven-day special program to begin immediately. Your big hunk of sweetness will identify as a Fionian Training Master for the next week. And you, sweet little Dela, have been entered into the program as a difficult, disobedient slavegirl put under his charge for added training and discipline. I hope you have a tolerance for spanking, darlin’, because you’re about to see a full seven days of it.” Dela shrieked, “NO! NO! He can’t be a Master for a week! He’s too big! Too strong! He’ll kill me!” Jake chuckled and murmured, “Shoulder.” The Rock tossed Dela over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. Jake approached her head and murmured, “Dela. You don’t get a safeword or a shut off program, but I have encoded all the proper safety precautions in his new programming. He has all the sensors to tell if your body is getting too worn out for use. All sex, spanking, bondage, and training will be done with the prime directive of not causing you harm.” He leaned down and whispered against her ear, “Your bottom is going to burn like hellfire, though.” She moaned begging, “Please Captain Navarro, PLEASE!” He chuckled again and murmured, “Follow me.” The Rock followed Jake obediently and stopped in the bedroom of the apartment when Jake stopped. Jake dumped out the bag on the bed. It held Fionian slave silks, a Fionian collar and shackles, a solid paddle, a braided quirt, anal plugs of varying sizes, lubricant, and restraints. Dela couldn’t see them and just kept quietly keening. Jake petted her head condescendingly, “Pay attention, Dela. I know you are a crackerjack designer, but I’m more advanced than you are with Bot programming, so don’t bother trying to break it. This special program will run for seven days, after that it will stop. The new programming I inserted for your Pleasure Unit to obey me will become inactive as soon as the special programming shuts down. You will find your ‘Rock’ the same sweet romantic Bot you built for yourself.” He grinned before adding, “The special programming will be able to be repeated, or customized, if you find you like it. The new programming will be effectively dead. Now listen to what I say, Honey, because it’s important. Just take what is coming to you like a good girl. The room door will not unlock until the week is over and there is no way for you to change the Bot’s programming or escape. Anytime you do or say anything other than what this Bot allows, you will be punished for it. He’s in Training mode, so you will be punished often anyway even if you are completely compliant. I suggest you be obedient.” Jake looked at the Bot and it raised a brow at him again. He choked back a laugh and murmured, “Enjoy your new Master, Dela. Run Program titled ‘Dela will never forget’.” Dela shrieked in fear and the Bot put her down looking at her sternly and growling, “Loud, rude girl! Strip immediately for your collaring!” She cried out, “Please Captain Navarro! PLEASE!” Jake turned and moved toward the door, laughing quietly. He heard her yelp as the Bot ripped her clothes off of her and growled, “I see you need to be taught some manners.” Jake smiled with satisfaction as he heard the first sharp “Crack” of The Rock’s giant hand descending on Dela’s vulnerable, naked bottom. He was sure her first spanking would be a hell of a long one. He exited, feeding a security code into the door panel, and left without looking back. VII. Friday-4-20-74 Jake opened his apartment door Friday morning to a large parcel. Its sticker stated, “Thank you for purchasing the Full Body Gym!” He grinned, Damn, Logan was good. He owed him big time for this. He brought the crate into the house and opened it. Jake was familiar with the machine’s configuration and put the device together within a half hour. He moved it into his bedroom, entering its programming and checking all functions. Everything worked like a charm. He spent a few hours at his desk writing up programming for the next evolution of the ongoing personal Op he had been privately referring to as “Double Jeopardy”. When he was finished he pocketed the chip and grabbed his leather jacket heading out the door. He slipped into Samantha’s building and fed in the entrance codes to her apartment. He walked up to the Bot barking, “Override Alpha six Delta six. Disable security program.” The Jake-Bot blinked and looked him. Jake pulled the chip out of his pocket, “Override Delta two two Omega. Command. Present programs arm.” The Bot did as he instructed. He slipped the chip into the Bot and closed the arm up murmuring, “Activate New Programming.” The Bot blinked again and then stated without inflection. “Jake 1 is owned by Captain Jake Navarro.” Then the Bot looked at Jake with a smile, its tone warm, “Hello Jake, How are you today?” Jake ran a hand through his hair and chuckled, he would *never* live it down if his buddies found out he was now the proud owner of a Male Pleasure Unit that looked exactly like him. The jokes would go on for years. “I’m fine Jake, thank you. Gather your things. Let’s go, I have instructions for you.” Jake and Jake 1 left the building, undetected, a few moments later. Samantha had been annoyed all day. She stood in the deserted 7th level of the garage, waiting at the empty parking space 23. Damn that Navarro. He knew he had her over a barrel with this assignment. She didn’t dare leave and wait in her office. She checked her slim wristwatch again. It was 5 fucking 10. Where was he? She didn’t hear anyone come up behind her and didn’t even have the time to shriek when a nylon bag was thrust over her head. A large hand clamped her mouth through the bag. She was panicking. Her opponent was impossibly strong and she couldn’t break his hold. Two seconds later she heard a car and felt herself tossed into it. The man who had held her got in and she felt the car moving. Her hands were secured behind her back and an unfamiliar deep voice said, “Be still or your ankles will be tied.” She was terrified. God knows what terrorist group had gotten a hold of her. She breathed loudly, panting open mouthed with fear. “Please don’t hurt me, I’m worth more ransom money than you can imagine. In fact...in fact, just let me go and I’ll pay you whatever you want.” The deep voice laughed, “Money is not the object here.” She started panicking again, “If you kill me, people will come after you. Important people! Military people! One of my good, good friends is a Peacekeeper with a lot of power. You don’t want to mess with him. If you hurt me he will kill you all. I guarantee it!” The voice was still amused, “I just can’t seem to get myself all worked up about that. This is very simple. Shut up. Behave. And you won’t be harmed.” She leaned back in the seat, her eyes wide beneath the opaque bag. She hoped to God he wasn’t lying. She felt anger starting to return. Damn that Navarro! This was HIS fault! If he hadn’t been late she wouldn’t have been snatched! If he had escorted her from her office like a fucking Gentleman, she would have been protected. There was no way kidnappers would have been able to get around him. Her eyes started tearing up. He was a fucking Army Peacekeeper for God’s sake! A Hero! A Deadly, Dangerous Man! Where the fuck was he now?! The car drove for what felt like forever. Finally it stopped and she was hauled out. The unfamiliar voice murmured, “Not a sound or you will be gagged and beaten.” She gasped and clenched her teeth shut. She was led to what turned out to be an elevator. She couldn’t keep track of the floor numbers. She was dragged out of it and then was pulled into what had to be a room or a dwelling. The door clicked shut. Silence. The restraining hands let her go, and unfastened her wrists. She stood quietly uncertain of what to do. She didn’t dare remove the bag or speak. After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes, she heard a voice murmur, “Take off the bag.” She raised trembling hands to it, terribly afraid of what she might see. She pulled the bag off and jerked her head up, her eyes flying alarmed around the room. They settled on a figure straddling a chair with his arms folded over the top. He was jean clad and black-haired with a black turtleneck on and he was Goddamned Fucking Jake Navarro.