0 comments/ 27481 views/ 1 favorites Mirror's Edge and Curves Ch. 01 By: siblingspank This story is based on the popular video game Mirror's Edge. The theme of the game is quite similar to the TV show Dark Angel starring Jessica Alba. It basically takes place in an Orwellian police state. The government tries very hard to censor the spread of ideas and information it considers to be dangerous. This has led to a crackdown on communications. Citizens wishing to avoid the heavy hand of big brother employ "runners" to deliver packages and information. These runners are athletic youth who risk their lives every day in their job. Because it is often impractical to travel on the street level, these runners are often forced to travel throughout the city by rooftops. They climb ladders, slide down cables, run up walls, and jump from building to building to reach their destination while avoiding the pursuing police. The game (and this story) focus on a runner named Faith - a young and sexy runner with a fiery attitude. * Faith's mind was spinning with the many calculations she was busy performing. She had to judge the accuracy of the cops who were firing their pistols at her after chasing her up a flight of stairs to the roof. She had to measure the distance to the edge of the building and calculate how much momentum she could build up before she reached the edge. She also had to perform some mental geometry, as it was likely that she would have to kick off from the billboard protruding over the edge of the other building in order to make the distance, and she had to be sure that she kicked off at the correct angle. She would also need to immediately roll behind the electric generator immediately after landing so as not to make an easy target for the bullets that she was busy dodging. None of this was new to her though. This was her job and she was good at it. Faith certainly had the body of a runner. She was young, probably not much older than 18. She wore a black tank top, tan cargo pants, and red sneakers. She had short black hair and brown eyes that glowed with an indomitable passion. She was Caucasian, but she did appear to have some Oriental physical features, probably inherited from her Filipino grandmother. She had an odd tattoo on her right arm that resembled a bar code. She was not a virgin, having had sex with a lifelong friend before he went on a dangerous mission from which he did not return. She was not exactly an innocent naive girl, but she certainly was not a common slut, unlike many of the young women of the city. She had dreamed of finding a perfect romance as a little girl, but she soon became disillusioned with the worthless men of the city. She had yet to meet a man she could respect. She experimented with being a lesbian, but she didn't go any further than kissing a fellow female runner before deciding that it just wasn't for her. Anyway, back to the exciting chase scene. Faith leaps forward off the building, uses her left foot to push off of the billboard, and performs a perfect roll upon landing that puts her safely behind the electric generator. She then kicks open a rooftop door and makes her way down a flight of stairs before bursting into a hallway. Her decisions are not without a purpose. Although she was running from the police, she also knew that there was a clandestine observation post run by her organization of this floor of this building. Because of its clandestine nature, she knew that she would not be putting it in any danger by running from the cops here. She burst through an office door to find an empty office, with a solitary figure standing in the middle. The man was dressed in a business suit, and had a pair of rectangular sunglasses and a fedora. He was not a regular cop. In his hand, he was holding a peculiar badge. He was with the secret police. "Hello, Faith. You can call me Mark." Normally, Faith would have planted her heel in his face, threw him to the floor, and demanded answers from him, but there was something about him that stopped her in her tracks. The man continued speaking. "You are going to leave this building in my custody. It will be much better for you than it would be if the cops out there were to catch you." Faith knew that if the regular law enforcement were to arrest her, she would likely be tortured for information, then shipped off to some secret prison until the state decided to execute her for treason. She wondered how the secret police could be any better than the regular police. She knew it was a false choice though. She could easily escape this man, but why then did she feel no instinct to run or fight? The man seemed to read her thoughts. "Of course, you could probably easily escape from me right now, but I think you are curious about what happened to your observation post, and you are curious about me. I can't say much now, but I can promise that you won't regret coming with me. You will be taken as my prisoner, but this is something you will want to do." Against her better instincts, Faith turned around and crossed her wrists behind her back to allow Mark to place handcuffs on her. She allowed herself to be led into an elevator, down several hallways, through the front door of the office building, and into the back of a black van. She did not speak to Mark or to any of the paramilitary forces riding in the back of the van with them. She knew that there was nothing to be said at the moment. She didn't feel like she was captured, or that she had failed. She didn't feel like any ordinary prisoner either. She felt like his prisoner. She felt apprehensive about what this day would bring for her, and rumors of gruesome torture by the government flashed through her mind, but she felt strangely at ease. When the van stopped, Mark grabbed Faith by the arm and led her through the front door of a nondescript building. Mark led Faith to an empty room with bare walls where he handed her off to a man in a white uniform. "Jim, I apprehended a runner. I patted her down, but she still may be concealing something. I want you to search her... thoroughly. Confiscate her clothes and any other property, but there is no need to give her an inmate jumpsuit when you're done. I want to make sure she isn't able to try anything sneaky. Inmate! You had better cooperate and not give this man any trouble. You don't want to know what happens to uncooperative inmates." Jim pulled Faith into the room and shut the door behind him. A buzzing noise indicated that someone in the control room had sealed the door shut. Satisfied that escape was impossible, Jim placed his hands on Faith's shoulders and spun her around so that she was facing away from him. Faith became alarmed, but her panic dissipated when she felt Jim unlocking her handcuffs. "What's your name young lady?" "What difference does it make to a fascist like you?" "Oh, it doesn't mean much to me at all. You're just an inmate. You are here for activities against the state, and that makes you an enemy who has no rights. I just figure that sense I am about to get very personal with you, I should at least find out your name first, like any proper gentleman would." "My name is Faith. I thought that a female officer would be doing this instead of you." "That's standard protocol, but Mark wants extra-special treatment for you - a good kind. You could have found yourself in a much worse situation on a whim. You are actually very lucky to be here right now. Have a little faith, Faith." "Fine, I suppose you want to strip-search me now?" "I sure do. Just push your clothes through that slot in the wall. Take as much time as you need to strip down too." Faith rolled her eyes at his last remark. She had once had to change clothes in the back of a moving car, with three male runners in the car with her. She could handle a routine search. She kicked of her shoes and pulled her socks from her feet. The tile floor felt cold against her bare feet as she walked towards the small hole in the wall through which inmates were supposed to insert their property. Faith hated to be barefoot. Her job was very physically demanding, and she had to be ready to run on rooftops at a moments notice, so she almost always had her sneakers on her feet or very close by. She knew that she would feel more naked without her footwear than she would feel if she were missing any other article of clothing. Next came her black tank top. It took great effort on Jim's part to suppress a smile when her lovely breasts came into view. They were B cup, but they certainly looked perky, firm, and inviting held in place by her black bra. Faith then unsnapped the waistband of her cargo pants. She let her pants fall to her ankles and she quickly gathered her pants and tank top and shoved them through the slot. Jim could barely make out the outlines of her treasured parts through her white cotton panties. Faith knew that she looked odd wearing a black bra with white panties, but she hadn't planned on anyone seeing her undergarments today. Faith turned to face Jim and looked at him for further instructions. Jim grinned wickedly. "You surely don't think you're done yet, do you? When I told you to strip, I wasn't joking with you. I want you to remove all your clothes. Last time I checked, panties and bras were considered articles of clothing. Don't be shy. I've seen plenty of naked women before, although that won't prevent me from enjoying your body too." Faith sighed with frustration. If this immature cop wanted to amuse himself with her womanly parts, then she could tolerate it. Faith unsnapped her bra and caught it as it fell. Her pink nipples came into plain view of Jim, and any perverts who were watching on the security cameras. The room's temperature was a little chilly, but Faith suspected that her nipples were erect because she sort of enjoyed being watched while she stripped. None of her male coworkers could ever see her as being too womanly though or she would lose all credibility as a runner. Next, she pulled her panties down, revealing her bare pussy. She had already had her pubic hair permanently removed a few months ago. It was just uncomfortable, and didn't really help her at all in her job. Rather than placing her bra and panties through the slot, Faith threw them at Jim. "Here, you can keep them. Do whatever perverted things you want with them when you're alone." Jim laughed, and then stuck them through the slot. "Thanks for the gift, but I can't take any of your property or my superiors will charge me with something. Now bring your naked body over here and stand in front of me. Put your hands behind your head and spread your feet shoulder length apart." Faith did as she was told. She stared directly at Jim and didn't even flinch when he placed his hands on her breasts. He lifted her left breast with one hand and ran a finger under it. Then he did the same with her right breast. Satisfied that she wasn't concealing a small object under her breasts - as if her B cup breasts were big enough - Jim took order Faith to tilt her head back and open her mouth. Jim retrieved a small flashlight from his pocket and shined it into Faith's mouth. He had her move her tongue around so he could make sure that she had nothing hidden in her mouth. Finally, Jim spun Faith around 180 degrees by her shoulders. Faith grew more anxious, dreading what would happen next. She heard the distinct sound of a man putting on a latex glove. She heard the wristband of the glove snap into place. "OK Faith, now for the really fun part. It doesn't have to be so bad. If you relax, you might even enjoy it. Now, I want you to spread your legs, bend over at the waist, and place your palms on the floor. If you open yourself up as much as you can, then it will be more comfortable for you." Faith trembled slightly as she obeyed Jim's orders. She spread her legs, and carefully bent over, making sure to keep her legs and arms straight and balanced. When her palms touched the floor, she felt as if the wind were blowing into her rear orifices, even though there was no wind in the room. She was more exposed to Jim than she had ever been exposed to anyone else. She shuddered and let out a gasp when she felt Jim's finger slow being inserted into her pussy. Her breathing her heavy as she felt Jim's finger wiggle around inside her pussy. She let out a small sigh when she felt Jim remove her finger. "Hey Faith, my glove is moist. You aren't enjoying this, are you?" "No Jim, that's just one of the side effects of my syphilis. I'm happy to share with you." Jim chuckled. "I like you, Faith. I'm going to use my best lubricant just for you." Jim squirted a clear liquid from a small plastic bottle onto the index finger of his right hand. He smeared it all over his finger. He stared down at Faith's beautiful buttocks. They were so shapely and smooth. They definitely matched her body's physique. Faith shuddered when she felt a cold gel touch her exposed anus. She felt an odd sense of panic as the finger traced its way around the edges of her sphincter, generously applying lubricant. Faith gasped loudly when she felt the very tip of Jim's finger enter her sphincter. The finger slowly and gently proceeded to move deeper into her anus. Once half of Jim's finger was in, he pulled it out. He knew that Faith had nothing hidden in there. This was just part of the extra-special treatment he was giving her. After disposing of the used latex glove, Jim helped Faith to her feet. "Thank you for being so cooperative, Faith. As long as you are here, just ask for me whenever you have to be searched." "Sure, Jim. I know what an unpleasant chore searching me has been for you, and I am grateful for your willingness to sacrifice for my benefit. I'm sure that bulge in your pants is just where you keep your gun." Faith smiled at him. Jim smiled back and slapped her butt on his way out. The door opened to allow Jim to leave, and then it closed and buzzed again to indicate that it was locked. Faith looked around her empty room. It seemed as if she wouldn't be receiving any sort of uniform to wear. Mark must want her to stay naked while she was incarcerated. Faith began to walk in slow circles around the room. She didn't pay any attention to the security cameras watching her. Suddenly, Faith heard a screeching noise. She ran to the small window in her room. She saw an low-hanging air duct on one of the walls slowly start to slide open. Everything in this building must be automated and remotely controlled Faith assumed. The real surprise came when Faith heard a small buzzing sound coming from the door to her room. She peeked out of her window. The people in the control room didn't seem to notice anything. Suddenly, the shower heads that were implanted in the ceiling turned on, drenching Faith. Fortunately, there was a drain in the floor, so she wouldn't drown. The floor of this room was tile, but the outside hallway was carpet. Faith watched in horror as a water stain grew on the carpet outside. Her door must not be sealed shut all the way. Fortunately, nobody seemed to have noticed. Faith immediately realized the genius if this situation. She pulled open the door and sprinted down the hallway. Her body was soaked, but the carpet quickly dried the soles of her feet, ensuring she wouldn't slip. She dove headfirst through the opening of the air duct just as it started to close. Her wet body enabled her to slide easily across the metal without too much friction. Whoever had engineered her escape had thought of everything. To be continued... Mirror's Edge and Curves Ch. 02 Faith frantically scrambled down the air duct. The fact that her naked body was wet made this task considerably easier. She suspected that Mark was the one who had engineered her escape. She wondered what this guy was trying to do. She heard some more screeching, and saw one of the air duct doors opening. She quickly pushed her feet over the edge and dropped down onto the floor. Just ahead of her, and elevator opened. She darted inside and noticed that the top floor had already been selected for her. As the elevator began to rise, Faith's hand drifted down to her pussy. She was nervous, and this happened to be a nervous habit. She wasn't really trying to masturbate. She was just fingering her pussy to have something to do with her hands. The elevator door opened, and Mark was standing there watching Faith rub her clitoris with her index finger. "Making yourself happy, Faith?" Faith quickly moved her finger out of her pussy. She tried to cover herself as best as she could. "Uncover yourself immediately, Faith. You won't get your modesty back for a long time. You have some training to complete first." "What the hell are you talking about? Why did you arrest me, and then help me escape?" "The answer to your second question is threefold. First, I had to get you into the upper floor of this building without anyone else knowing about it. Having you escape from custody was the only way to do that. Nobody else in this building knows where you are. I froze the security cameras just long enough for you to make it up here. Second, I wanted to watch how you handled this situation. Third, I wanted to completely humiliate you and leave you hopeless so that I can improve you. Now, as to your first question, I am going to train you to be a better runner." "But you're with the government!" Faith interrupted. "Officially I am, but I am also working against this very same government. I am not associated with you runners, but I am associated with people who have interests similar to those of you runners. I am a mole within the secret police, but you runners also have a mole. I don't know who it is, but this is the reason why you saw your observation post empty. They were compromised, and my coworkers dealt with them. I want you to work for me now. I need better intel to conduct my operations, and you would be a valuable asset in obtaining needed intel. I have studied this Project Icarus that has been used to kill off many of your fellow runners. I know where you are weak, and I will work to correct those deficiencies so that you can overcome the challenges posed by this new threat. Some of your weaknesses are related to your technique and physical ability, but many of them are related to your psychological attributes. I am going to train your body and your mind. Having your intimate parts searched by a stranger, and being made to remain here naked is just one of many tools I am using to train you." "Like I am really going to believe that, you pervert. Go ahead and enjoy the view." Faith lifted her breasts with her hands and squeezed them seductively while maintaining a look of annoyance on her face. "I certainly do enjoy the view, but that's not why I am having you do this. I want you to be able to move beyond your inhibiting sense of self-consciousness and focus on your surroundings, but at the same time, I want you to be able to do the exact opposite when necessary too. In fact, you are going to learn to do that right now. You are going to do what you were doing in the elevator. Block everything out and masturbate yourself to orgasm with me watching you. There is a couch over there that you can use." As Faith stepped towards the couch, Mark slapped her butt. Faith stopped and started to turn. "Do you object to me slapping your butt, Faith?" "Well... I suppose it's not really a problem since it doesn't hurt that much. I guess it's just the kind of thing that you get off on. It's just sort of surprising that's all. You can do it again if you want before I go masturbate for you." Faith bent her knees and stuck out her butt a little. Mark planted an even firmer smack on her butt. "I'm glad to hear it, Faith. This is something else that I am going to use, both as a tool to train you, and as something that is fun for me. I don't expect it to be particularly painful to you, since you have probably fallen on your butt many times in your job as a runner, but I do expect this to be humiliating for you. Every time you walk past me, you can expect me to slap your butt. I might not even slap it. I might just rub it. Regardless of what I choose to do, I expect you to not react at all. I don't want to see even the slightest flinch from you. I want you to just keep walking as if nothing happened. In fact, I am going to test you right now. I am going to give you an extending spanking with my hand, and we are going to have a conversation while I am spanking you. I expect you to carry on a conversation with me, and you are to act as if you are completely oblivious to the fact that you are naked and that I am spanking you." Mark sat down on a chair in the office and pulled Faith by the wrist over his lap. He immediately began to spank her. The slaps came at a consistent pace. They weren't extremely hard, but they were firm. Mark asked Faith to describe a typical day on the job for her. The spanking soon started to be quite painful, and it was reflected in Faith's voice. As she began to describe to Mark how she calculates angles to kick off walls, she found herself able to focus solely on what she was saying, and not on the spanking. Soon, she was able to talk in a clear voice that betrayed no sign that anything was wrong. After about 5 minutes of continuous spanking, Mark was satisfied with Faith's performance and let her up. "Good job, Faith. Now get on that couch and start masturbating." Mark slapped Faith's butt rather hard as she turned to walk towards the couch. He smiled when he saw no reaction from her. She was a fast learner. He had been hoping to have an excuse to take her over his lap again. He watched with interest as Faith rested her back on the couch. She bent her knees and spread her feet apart, exposing her pussy to Mark's eyes. Mark had already told Faith that he would be watching, so she might as well give him a good view. Mark walked right up to the couch, and stood hovering over Faith as she fingered her pussy and stroked her clit. "I am going to give you 2 minutes to reach orgasm, or you will be back over my lap for another spanking. I will know if you are faking it. Your time starts now." Mark pushed a button on his stopwatch. Faith had been keeping her eyes closed, but she suddenly opened them. She was no longer trying to block out her surroundings, which proved to be impossible anyway with Mark watching her so closely. Instead Faith looked directly at Mark and began to talk about her job again. Faith figured that it would be impossible for her to get an orgasm under so much pressure, so the best thing to do would be to relax. She found it easier to masturbate when she was relaxed. She noticed Mark's eyes darting down to her pussy, so she turned to give him an even better view while she was talking to him. It didn't take long before she felt her vaginal muscles begin to contract. And intense wave of pleasure washed through her body and she let out a soft moan. Breathing heavily, she smiled at Mark and stood up. Mark stopped the time with over 30 seconds left on his stopwatch. He was very impressed. Faith was going to be very useful. "So Mark, are you training me to be a better runner, or is this really for the Sex Olympics? Just be sure to keep your pants up." Mark laughed. "Faith, you haven't earned the privilege of being able to have sex with me yet. Maybe, I will offer you my services at a later time, if you are a good girl." Faith gave a look of mock astonishment at his fake arrogance. "Come with me, Faith. We are going to do one more training exercise tonight. This is going to involve some more spanking, although you definitely won't be able to ignore this spanking. I am going to help you with your balance." Mark opened a door and led Faith into a sort of exercise room. The corner of the room was under renovation, as was common throughout much of the city at that time. Mark walked over to a workbench in the corner and picked up a power sander. "Hmm... I will touch this up just a little more." Mark turned the sander on, and went to work sanding something on the workbench. After about a full minute, he stopped. Mark used a handheld vacuum to clean up some of the sawdust, and then he put the vacuum away. He turned to face Faith. He was holding a large wooden paddle in his hands. Faith was intimidated by the size of the paddle. It looked to be pretty thick too, and she would be willing to bet that the wood was pretty hard. "OK Faith, I certainly do expect this paddle to hurt, and you are certainly free to react to it, as long as your reactions don't involve moving. You are to bend over until your hands are touching the ground and your knees are straight. I know someone as flexible as you can do that easily. Then, I want you to maintain that position, but remove your hands from the ground, and place your hands behind your head. I don't want you to use your hands to help you keep your balance. I also want you to make sure that you keep your butt sticking out as far as it will go. You are to keep your balance the entire time. If you lose your balance, I am going to start the paddling all over again until you get it right. I should warn you right now that this will be painful and difficult. I made this paddle myself, and it thick and hard. A paddle like this is appropriate for severe punishments, even over thick clothes. I am going to use it on you as a routine training tool, although I certainly won't hesitate to punish you with it too. If this paddle were to be used in a public school, as has become a popular trend recently, then a typical three swat paddling over thick jeans would reduce a tough football player into a blubbering baby. You will take it on the bare butt. I am going to swing it hard, and I will be trying to knock you off your feet. You have a petite little body, so it will be more difficult for you. I expect you to maintain your balance, or the paddling will start over. I was thinking about giving you five swats, but you have been such a fast learner so far, so I have decided to give you ten. If you mess up too many times, I may consider amending it to five. Now that you know what I expect from you, assume the position." Faith was really nervous now. She had been able to laugh off her 5 minute hand spanking, but this was different. That paddle looked really scary, and she had no reason to doubt that it would hurt. She knew better than to keep Mark waiting though. She put her feet together and bent at the waist. He flexible body easily allowed her to bend at her waist without bending her knees. She carefully placed her palms flat on the ground. She then pushed her butt out until she was satisfied with this position, and then she placed her hands over her head. This position would not be easy to maintain. She imagined herself falling to the ground face first as soon as the paddle made contact. Faith determined that she would focus solely on maintaining her balance. If this was all about balance, then Mark could have just decided to give her butt a firm push with his hand, rather than paddling her. Faith realized that he intended for the pain of the paddling to be a significant distraction that would make it harder for Faith to focus on her balance. She was beginning to see some of the wisdom behind this odd training regiment. Faith closed her eyes and concentrated on her center of gravity. "OK batter, you can start hitting your home runs now." SMACK! The first swat came completely without warning, although Faith realized that she had technically asked for it just a second ago. Somehow, she managed not to fall over. Instead, she cried out in pain. SMACK! "OW! THAT HURTS!" SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Faith was digging her toes into the ground so hard that she was starting to lose circulation. Each swat threatened to knock her forward. She had to constantly try to shift her center of gravity backwards. This meant pushing out her butt towards the paddle. This was the exact opposite of what her natural instincts told her to do as a response to the pain of the paddling, but this again proved to be the genius of this training exercise. SMACK! SMACK! Faith was expecting the last swat to be the hardest. SMACK! Apparently that wasn't possible, since they had all been hard. "OWWWWWW! MARK! IT HURTS!" "It's OK. You can stand up now. You did very well. I didn't expect you to do it on your first try. You are done for the day. You will have additional training exercises tomorrow, and you will also repeat what you did tonight, including this paddling exercise. Don't worry though, you won't have to take as many swats, and you won't necessarily have to start over every time you mess up, unless it happens twice in a row. This first time was just meant to challenge you. Let me show you to your room now." Mark couldn't resist slapping Faith's reddened butt as she turned. Faith jumped up and grabbed her flaming buttocks in both hands before realizing her mistake. "Don't worry, Faith. I'm not going to spank you for that one. I understand you can't help reacting to that after your paddling." Mark opened a door and walked away. "This is where you will sleep, Faith. I will wake you up in the morning. Good night." Faith walked in and shut the door. She turned towards the bed in the middle of the room and her eyes lit up with delight. Laying on the bed was a white tank top, a pair of sweatpants, a sports bra, and a pair of panties. She would have something to wear after all. Mark was just testing her tonight. Faith was even more delighted to see a plastic bottle on the bed containing some cold cream for her burning buttocks. She also saw a small vibrator and remote on the bed. Faith was perfectly content. Faith put on the bra and tank top, since it was pretty chilly. She decided not to put on her panties or sweatpants. She didn't want her sort butt coming in contact with any clothes. She squirted some cold cream into her hands and carefully rubbed it into her roasted buns, wincing in pain as she did so. Faith then took some of the pillows of the end of her bed and stacked them up closer the the center. She placed her body face down on the bed, with her hips resting on the stack of pillows to keep her butt elevated. Faith then reached her hand back underneath her and inserted the small vibrator into her pussy. She placed her head on the remaining pillow, turned the vibrator on low power with the remote, and drifted off to sleep with a feeling of bliss in her heart... and her pussy. To be continued...