3 comments/ 7858 views/ 4 favorites Cyberman By: Beatnic_jazzman Intro Jim, an airforce pilot is badly injured when his ejector seat misfires him into his canopy. Because of his injuries he's put on the cyborg program, both legs and arms are replaced and he has a power pack in his bowels. His life as a pilot over he's recruited into the FBI and retrained, at the end of his training he is offered a unique opportunity, one that suits his new body and talents, that of a bodyguard. He'd be on temporary reassignment to the secret service. He did five years before the agency took an interest in him again, calling him in for an interview He's offered a strange assignment, that of a body guard to a crime lord, he'd be undercover and there was a kicker, he'd be an observer in his own body. He'd have an implant fitted in his brain to turn him into a quasi-android. He'd be sitting on an override switch, he'd have a locator beacon that he could trigger as well, the idea was that he'd be supplied to the don as a totally dumb and totally loyal servant, a fully trained bodyguard that would put your life before his. They knew that he was 'making inquiries', they needed a willing body to go forward and were looking for volunteers. * An unspecified future "You can have the afternoon to think about it. You're not the first we've asked but you're near the top of the list, you'd be an asset to the team." "Well thinking it through as you've explained it, and given I'd be back to normal in a year, I don't see that there's much to consider," I replied. "After all I'm half artificial anyway." Actually I was intrigued, life guarding politicians was boring, most of them were assholes, spoilt divas whose egos were greater than their combined intelligence. This sounded like a slice of real life, my psychological profile showed that I had the mental stamina and it would be strange to take a back seat and let an AI run my body. "So you'll take the assignment?" "Yes, it's an about face from what I'm doing now, it looks like a challenge worth taking on." "Well we're very grateful, we'll give you a day or two to sort your affairs out then you can report to the hospital for a full briefing." The hospital was a secure research facility; the unit doing the work was actually set up to undo what they were doing to me. As with every advance there were those who perverted it, the cybertech was an enhancement for those who suffered a stroke or brain damage, originally meant to rebuild the mind but now used by the unscrupulous to enslave, especially young beautiful women. Letting the artificial intelligence control my body for the first time was strange, I could see, hear, smell and everything but I had no control, I couldn't make my eyes move to look nor control any of my limbs, the program they installed overlaid my skills, my martial arts and gunplay, they enhanced my street fighting skills, integrating straight into my artificial limbs. They took me to a warehouse for a demo, having me take out three men and score seven bulls on snap targets, whoever reported back to the boss gave me high marks because the next day a handover was arranged. We met another car in an underground garage and me and a case full of money changed seats, leaving me to ride off into an unknown future. "So, this is the boss's new toy huh," I heard the gate guard say. "Yup, it's done nothing but sit there since I picked it up." "Charlie said it's quite good, he heard from Greg that it took Frank, Butch and Willie down." "It's a good job they cost more than they're paying you, you'd soon be out the game with that paunch." We drove on after the exchange, stopping in front of an elegant house; another guard came down the steps and opened the door. "Out," he ordered. "I thought these things could think for themselves, he was ordered into the car and now out, how are these things meant to work?" asked the driver. "Dunno, they told me to take it to the study," he replied, then turning to me. "Follow me." I watched from my mental perch as we traversed the hall and climbed a grand stairway, he led us down a panelled corridor and knocked on a stout oak door. "Come." Opening the door and directed me through. I could see the blond's eyes assessing me as the guy sitting in front of the desk stood. "So this is it, half a million bucks for a human robot." "It's not a robot, it's a cyberman," a voice from the far corner said. "Same difference, it's got a head full of electronics." "Yeah, better than the sawdust you got. The boss is waiting bring it in." "Walk." He instructed me. "I can't see the boss telling it what to do all the time." "He's got a key to turn it on, it'll become operational then, then it'll have to look at your ugly mug to id you as a friend otherwise it could have your balls off for breakfast." "Ha." The bosses study's only concession to modernity was the flat screen comport, the rest was Edwardian or Victorian, leathered oak desk, ornate chairs, even a chandelier and booklined walls. He stood excitedly waiting. "At last, Gunny's had one for nearly a year." I stopped in front of him. "Right, the lot of you out!" he said turning to the two that brought me in. As they left he went over to his desk and retrieved an envelope from a draw. "Let's see how you work." He pulled out the paper and read a string of numbers A12EC74F. Suddenly the eyes flicked from side to side as the Ai began to function fully; assessing its surroundings for threats. "Cyber," he addressed me. "Yes," I heard myself answer. It was weird, the short sessions we'd had back at the facility had been the same but different. Then I was ready to intervene with my stop switch, now we were up and running for real with the first bailout date set for three months from now. "I am your master, my orders supersede all others understand." "Yes." "You will address me as Don Carlos, understand." "Yes Don Carlos." "Good. Now this is my daughter, Jacinta." He held up a picture. "You will meet her later; you are to follow all of her orders as well." "Yes Don Carlos." "Your primary duty will be to guard me but if we are attacked you will aid my daughter, see her safe, I'll have Bud go over that with you, show you where the safe house is and how to get in." He gave it a string of other do's and don'ts then called in one of his underlings. He took it and briefed it on the house and grounds, giving it the plans to study and showing it the escape tunnels and weapons stores. It also got briefed on the town house where his daughter lived and the caches and tunnels there as it could be guarding his daughter when she went to university in September. The photo it'd been shown was of a schoolgirl but university made her an adult, probably nearer twenty than the fifteen of the photo. It was shown the safe house, well photos of the approach and entrance. It was a secure set up, the 'house' was an old underground explosives store, a huge bunker with a lift down as the entrance. You drove the car on and keyed a code into a hidden panel and it dropped you down to a transit warehouse where you could park the car. For the first week we just stood at his elbow and looked and listened. There was one murder and two drug deals I could have stopped but more importantly I was getting to know who was who in the organisation, who the contacts were, all valuable information in three months' time when I got pulled out. At the end of the second week he made one of his rare excursions out of his 'country house'. He was visiting the city for a meeting and staying with his daughter, I looked forward to seeing all the new faces, seeing what they were like and who their trusted lieutenants were. We moved at night in convoy, it sat next to the driver in the bosses' bullet proof limo, the journey was uneventful and it was out to cover him while he hurried inside. When it followed I was stunned to see the beautiful daughter that greeted him inside, she had long hair, nut brown with blond streaks. My bodyguard self didn't linger on her but surveilled for threats, tracking around the room while I wanted to see more of the girl. The boss moved on, going with his daughter to the small lift. I got a better look, she looked five eight with a slim figure, from the back I liked the way her buns moved, flip flopping in her shorts as she walked. The three of us got into the small lift, as we crowded in my hand brushed across her thigh. "Hey!" she reacted. "Don't worry sweetie," her father said. "He's my new Cyberman, you could stand naked in front of him and he wouldn't notice." "Oh." He knocked on my head with his knuckles. "He's full of electronics up here, no interest in sex at all; you'll be safe with him." "How sad, Daddy you can be cruel sometimes." "I didn't make him that way, he was programed when I bought him, still he'd make the perfect chaperone for you." "I don't need a chaperone." "No, but you'll need a bodyguard when you go to university." "We'll talk of that then; I've got Shelia here and Danny if I need him." "Danny's getting on, he wants to retire, that bullet in his hip is getting to him, says he has rheumatism in the cold and wet." "But he's a nice man, at least I can talk to him, does this tin man of yours talk as well?" "We'll talk about it later, right now I want to get to bed, my man here can sleep on the single in the nannies room and the rest will be downstairs." "Alright, I'm going back to bed as well, I need my beauty sleep." "Okay sweetie, take him with you and show him his room." "Aww dad," she complained. "That's on the top floor." "Exercise won't hurt you, go on be off with you, I've got some matters to sort out, I won't be needing him till much later and he's human enough to need sleep and rest now and again." "Does he understand what we say?" "Yes he'll follow orders; I've already told him to obey you." She looked at it with deep brown eyes, her heart shaped face and pert nose making her model quality in the looks department. "Come on then," she addressed us. "See you in the morning," she said to her father, giving him a kiss on the cheek. It followed her a short way down the corridor, though I'd never been here before my AI companion had the schematics of the place in its memory. I watched as it reviewed them, following through its eyes as it checked the blind spots. I could smell her perfume wafting through the air behind her, her hair bouncing with her step. I could guess at her figure under her loose top, she looked to have a slim waist, her shoulders held straight along with her back, compared to the bimbo in the front office back home she was a goddess. She led it up the stairs, her short skirt showing me her toned legs, her flat shoes slapping as she quickly climbed. She showed it the room, leaving a fading trace of her perfume behind. My Ai companion methodically undressed and I slept as it slept, I had been awake while it slept before, like sitting in a dark room when you can't open your eyes, scary too when you hear unidentified noises. I wondered if it dreamed or what, I dreamed, strange dreams sometimes. It accompanied him to the first of the meetings, it was about territory, the one boss that not been invited was nibbling at the edges of my bosses and another of those present. A few soldiers had met with 'unfortunate accidents' but now things were heating up. My boss had one of his rival's men taken down two weeks ago; one of the other bosses men had gone down two days ago, that was news to me, it tied in with a flurry of phone calls yesterday and the hurried meeting we were here for. The apparently neutral one was here to mediate, listen to their grievances, see if matters could be settled amicably before the FBI or someone got a sniff of what was and might happen. My boss laid out his terms as did the other. The meeting broke up with further negotiations agreed and we made our way home, all safe and secure in the armoured limo my AI companion scanning for possible trouble. I had to admit it was a good bodyguard, whoever wrote the program was good at it. Back in the house the tension lessened. As they were in the city they ordered in, they couldn't go out without commandeering the restaurant so ordering from it was the next best thing, life could go back to normal after this little tussle was settled. It was with the boss when the delivery was made, the sudden gunshots made us both jump. My AI had both guns out and was striding to the door. "Wait!" the boss shouted behind me. "Get Jacinta out of here!" The AI took us out and to the back of the house, using the old servant's stairs to get up to the bedrooms, rushing with only one gun out as it got to her door. It thumped the door. "Jacinta, let me in." "Who's that?" came the demand back. My Ai choked on the question, it'd never been asked to ID itself before. "Jim," he strangled out. "I'm here to take you to the safe house. Hurry up we have bandits in the house." I was stunned, did it pick my name on purpose or was it a one in a million random choice? Had some of my identity leaked into it? "Daddy's Cyberman?" Another pause and. "Yes." Another unexpected development, this thing was never supposed to be self aware to this extent. She opened the door wearing shorts and a half t shirt that left her midriff bare. It took her in its arms, one hand curling around to just capture the curve of her breast, the t shirt pulling to show one satiny cup. It rushed her down the basement tunnels and into the underground car park. The keys were in a magnetic box in the wheel arch, it put her down, pulling a gun again and kneeling on one knee to retrieve them. He had her in the car and used one of the tokens in the coin tray to let them out, driving calmly away with her hiding in the back seat. "You can get up now," it said as we turned a corner. Jacinta sat up. "What happened?" "Guessing I'd say the food delivery was an invasion, your father sent me to you as soon as the first shots were fired, that's all I know. My task now is to get you to the safe house and wait for them to come for us." She sat back chewing her lip, I could see her in the rear view mirror, screwing her face up and biting her nails. The drive was twenty minutes, fifteen of them getting out of the city. It got us there and parked on the lift, keying the code it jumped back on as it descended, edging around it got back into the driver's seat. I wondered how she was doing; it'd not looked at her for a while now. I saw her state, her eyes were red, if she'd had mascara on it would have run with her tears. She looked somewhat shrivelled as it helped her out, taking her in its arms as she sat on the edge of the seat and kicking the door closed. It walked the empty space to the door in the near wall, holding her on its knee as it punched another key into another box. A broad hallway appeared, lights flickering on as the heavy door cranked open, the schematics flashing up from memory. It took her to a bedroom up the hallway, laying her on the bed then went back up and into a communications room, switching various things on. It plodded back to the bedroom, Jacinta was lying curled. As she heard it she straightened, turning to face it. "Have you heard anything yet, my mobile doesn't have any bars." "No, and I want that phone, we'll need to strip the battery out just in case." "Just in case of what?" "This place is not secret if your mobile phone can be tracked here. And you'll have to stay off the net, no logging on anywhere, I don't know how secure communications are here but we don't take chances." She turned away, her mobile lying next to her. I watched it take it and dismantle it, removing the battery as he promised. "Do you need anything? I require nourishment." She lay unmoved. It stood for a second and then turned. I watched as it selected ingredients and tuned out. I wondered who had survived the attack. Was the boss okay, wounded or dead? Whatever outcome we seemed stuck here for the night. I wasn't worried but my AI companion probable wasn't into entertainment, it'd not bothered with it so far, I didn't fancy staring at a blank wall waiting, or a bank of screens and icons. When I snapped back it was eating in the communications centre, keying in words and phrases and running searches on the news aggregators. I sat for half an hour as the news of the city scrolled down the screen, no news of the gun battle to be seen. It had been over an hour since we fled the scene; surely the police presence was large enough to be noticed. Jacinta came in her, bare feet padding the floor. "I am hungry now, will you cook me something." "I'm watching for news." "I can watch for news, it's more important to me than you." "Yes," it said standing and freeing the seat. "What food do you want?" "Something simple, burger and fries. Oh, and a Mango slushy." I could sense the incomprehension, the memory scan widening as it sought answers. "We have meats, fish, vegetables. There is wine and spirits, some beers, coffee and tea. I can call up a fuller list if you want." She swivelled the seat to face me. "Oh god you're a cyber, you eat what your given." She stood. "Where's the freezer? I'll choose and you can cook for me, you can have some too, taste what good foods like." "This way." It took her to the store room, loads of dried goods, cans lining the wall. "The freezer is over there." She looked where he was pointing and saw the walk in freezer door. He hadn't been in here so it was a shock to see hanging carcases and boxes of chickens. "Never mind," she said. "We'll try the cans, see what's in them." She chose canned steak in gravy and instant mashed potatoes. I tuned out, wondering why there had been no news. There had to be a clamp down of some sorts, possibly because I was missing, it was a possibility but a long shot at the moment, I had no need of being pulled out just yet. A sneak peak showed the food ready, the steak chunks steaming on a plate while the potatoes were nearly mixed. I waited while it took the tray back to her; she turned and complained as it entered. "They're stuck on these, it won't let me go to twitter." "Good, a secure system. Here's your food, I have brought you water as well." I felt sorry for her, my co-habitant wasn't built to function sympathetically, it had a 'get the job done' attitude and a machine intelligence driving it. "I thought you said there was wine." "There is." She looked at it standing waiting. "Well go and fetch it then." "Yes," it answered, obeying her orders as ordered. I switched off again and relaxed in the darkness, practicing my meditation. I'd give them half an hour, see what's happening then. Voyeuristic nightmare When I looked again it was back in the in the bathroom washing Jacinta's clothes, they were gravy stained with smears of mashed potato. My immediate thought was what was she wearing, she hadn't brought clothes with her, I didn't think there were any here. I mentally sat back, I'd find out soon enough, in the mean time I watched as it struggled to clean the stains out. I watched in anticipation as it walked back with the wet clothes, making its way to the communications room. Jacinta was sat in a slightly stained bra, her breasts covered by the satiny material with slight bumps where her nipples pushed on the fabric. "Here are your clothes, what shall I do with them now?" "They need drying," she said as she span around. She was wearing a thong, the same silky satin. "Oh, give them here. Watch the news, that's all your good for." She said annoyed. She disappeared off while its attention focused back on the flickering screens. Jacinta had somehow added her friends to the twitter feed, I saw updates about what café some were at, planning for tonight's night out. Cyberman Jacinta came back, I caught a glimpse of her bare breasts, tantalisingly short with no chance to see any detail but enough to know she was topless beside me. If I had control of my cock it would be getting hard, I didn't even feel a twitch from its control. "Why don't we know anything yet?" she asked. "I don't know. There's a blackout for some reason." "But where's Daddy? He can phone us here?" "Yes, the phone's fine. Where your father is I don't know, we'll have to wait." She leant forward, hands on the desk, from the peripheral vision I could see them hanging like round plump pomegranates, the detail was a little fuzzy but I could see the darker colouration of her areoles and the brown tip of the nipples. My sexual arousal had nowhere to go, mentally I had a stiffy but my mental hands couldn't touch it. It continued to pay attention to the screen, watching the scrolling lines while I looked for the mental equivalent of a cold shower. She stood up and disappeared from my view, I was both disappointed and relieved at the same time; I wanted to see more of her but trapped in an unresponsive body I was only finding it frustrating. It was a funny strange feeling being a voyeur, like watching a film and wanting the camera to pan to follow the sexy girl. Time was getting on it was past eight, twenty hundred hours to my military mind, unless we were contacted soon we were going to have to sort out sleeping arrangements for the night. I shut down again, the boredom of the flickering screen getting to me. I tuned in again to find it making coffee, it was alone in the kitchen as far as I could tell and it was committing the sin of adding powdered milk to the coffee, I liked mine white but it had to be milk or cream, powdered was beyond the pale. I watched as it carried the tray back, thankfully going to the lounge and not the comm's room. Jacinta was sitting back in a lounger, it walked to the other side of the table and put the tray down, facing the door it'd come in. I saw her in her full glory, the rosy areoles and the thin little nipples, a dark ruddy brown nub. She shifted forwards her legs astride to give me a view if the little triangular patch covering her pussy. She took the cup, leaning forwards, elbows on knees to sip at it. It was maddening, her arms covered her breasts with the hands and cup covering the centre. "It's funny," she said. "You're the only man who always looks me in the eyes." She put the cup down and cupped her breasts. "I could waggle these." Delightfully she bounced them. "Under your nose all day and you wouldn't look. I bet if I took my thong off you wouldn't blink even then." I was watching, thinking, 'test the theory' with enthusiasm. She picked up her cup, demonstration over. "I hope my Father gets us out of here soon." I was beginning to think the worst, either her father was holed up somewhere he couldn't make a call from or he could be in hospital seriously injured, the other possibility was that he was dead. With no news for whatever reason how long would the first two theories hold us here? She put her coffee down again. "You're sleeping with me tonight, I don't like strange empty beds in strange places, I'd fuck you to get me to sleep and get the worries off my mind but I doubt you have an erotic though to get a boner from." I wondered how much of that made real sense to my cohabiter, I was tempted by the kill switch for a moment, but if I did that I'd have to trigger the locator as well and the lovemaking session would last ten minutes before the choppers started landing. She picked her cup and drank. "Oh hurry up Daddy, we haven't even got decent coffee." I had sympathy for her, I didn't like the taste either yet it was drinking it because it was wet. I shut down while it went to the toilet, I'd sampled staying once or twice just for the experience, feeling it second hand was no fun. I went live again as it was walking back into the lounge. "Make me a snack will you?" she asked sitting up. "A sandwich or something if you can find bread." I had a mental yawn and switched off again floating in my mental cloud, I'd gotten good at reliving memories, some of the recent ones I could almost picture, the older ones had me thinking sometimes, I could see the reason for the choices I'd made and could see the faulty logic behind it. It was in the freezer when I linked back, there was a shelf of bread, rolls and buns were bagged and frozen too, it took the bread to the microwave, chipping off and warming a few. It already had a can of ham and opened the can while the bread defrosted. When it got back with the tray she stood and, breasts bouncing, walked forward. "Wait, we'll eat it in the bedroom." I watched as she overtook me, her buttocks bouncing with just a thin string running down into the valley. My thoughts flicked to the kill switch again, this time wondering what she would think if I exposed myself as an undercover spy in her father's organisation. As it put the tray down in the corner of the eye I saw her roll onto the bed and put her legs in the air. "I won't be needing these with only you around," she said as she slid her thong off. Figuratively I was on the edge of my seat, willing it to look. It turned and offered the plate. "There was ham, I've used that." "Turn the TV on for me, see if there's any pr0n," she asked. Its focus flashed around the room, looking for any remote. It homed in on the draw in the bedside table, an extension of the bed. The remote was in the one the other side. She was stoically chewing one of the dry bread sandwiches and took the remote with a glare. "Undress then." She commanded. "Get rid of those gunbelts you won't need them in here." Whether she meant just the gunbelts I don't know but it stripped completely while she flicked through the listings. The TV burst into sound, after a few seconds she said. "Only soft porn, damm them!" She discarded the sandwich and noticed us standing there. "Oh, what a hot body," she said, her eyes focused down on the four inches of flaccid meat between my legs. "Get up on the bed," she said enthusiastically. I watched as it climbed on and sat next to her, her breasts within arm's reach, the pert little nipples she wanted sucked. "Lie down.... No, face me." It turned as she lay down, her breasts, not so little round mounds, tantalizingly closer. I was able to see the glands in the areoles, the fine strands of hair around them. I wondered what her pussy looked like close up. She turned on her back, one hand taking a breast and the other streaking down out of eyesight. She was watching the film and using it to arouse herself, working on a nipple, rolling it, pulling and stretching it. I could see her other arm working, the elbow popping in and out of sight, I so wanted it to look. I could hear her breathing getting more excited, her hand swapping from breast to breast as her head started twisting. "Ah...." It wasn't a scream, it wasn't a sigh, it was a satisfied groan if anything. She lay still with her eyes closed, her breast rising and falling steadily. She was so still for a while that I thought she was sleeping and I wished it would lie down and sleep too, even with the red eyelids from the light on. "No," she moaned, turning back to me. "I don't think just one's going to do it tonight." I could see her looking down at my inert cock. "What's the use of a man who just lies there; let's see if at least you can lick me?" She looked at it as if she expected it to respond. "Up on your knees," she said resignedly. She talked him to kneeling at the side of the bed while she lay with her legs splayed out in front of his face. Her sweet aroma was there, her pink lips open and he could see the darkness of her hole surrounded by the glistening skin with its wrinkles and folds. "Lean in and lick me," she ordered. "Lick like a cat at a bowl of milk." The taste on my tongue had me shivering mentally, it wasn't quite mechanical but it was unimaginative, the tongue sliding up and down flat, the tip brushing into her hole and also just over the hood. The next lick up found her fingers taking control of the clit, it licked on up over them as well. I was drowning in taste and smell, I could feel my tongue but it was nothing to the feast the other senses gave me. She came too soon for me, her bucking hips pushing the tongue away and her thighs clamping our head. I could see the landing strip of her pubes and no tan lines, I wondered if she had a sunbed. Without the hormones flooding through me it was all cerebral and the flash flood had dried up. She rolled her legs off us and sat looking down at us. "You can do one thing well enough, get up and cuddle with me." She directed it again till it was spooning her under the covers, hands criss crossed to cup her breasts. I could feel the warmth of her back against me, the softness of her breasts with the extra pressure of her nipples. I lay there waiting, wondering if an idea that had flitted through my mind one time was possible. I wanted it to sleep to see if I had any control when it relinquished the levers. Jacinta had other ideas, she hooked one leg over and slid her hand through her legs to grab our cock. Her playing with it stimulated the autonomic response, our cock started to twitch and stiffen. "It does work," she said delightedly, turning around in the bed to face us. "Lay on your back," she commanded. As it complied I felt her cool hand take the semi erect cock back, beginning to stroke it. I could feel that, the pleasure of her touch stirring the hormone's into action as well. I wallowed in the thrill, anticipation doubling the pleasure she was giving me. It looked down as she started sucking it. Her lips, as she pushed them down over my shiny head, sent a surge though me. Then her tongue flicked over my pee hole, I mentally shuddered, having a mini orgasm myself. Within seconds our cock was rigid. Her grip tightening on it as she began to bob, figuratively I had nowhere to lay but I was on cloud nine, the rain falling upward on me to soak me in pleasure. As I approached our climax the rain became a deluge and I transcended thought to become pure ecstasy. I opened my eyes and popped back into reality. She was knelt head on my thigh with her arm under it gently playing with my balls, her other arm was stretched down, hand hidden between her thighs. I felt like I'd conquered the universe, explored its reaches, my mind expanded a million times in a burst of real joy. She lifted her head and her hand took my wilted shaft. "Let's get you fire up again and see if you're a good dildo." She was back sucking it and triggering the responses, it took her longer to restore the flagpole, but restore it she did with me enjoying every second. She turned to ride me cowgirl style, easing herself down on my hard cock. I felt every vein and bump slide in, her tight hole taking my fat seven inches and squeezing it into a velvet tunnel. The cloud was bigger, the raindrops more numerous, I tingled in parts I didn't know I had. Through the eyes I could see her breasts swinging in time to the thrills, its hands on her waist to steady her, I wondered what was passing through its mind right now, I know I was looking forward to getting mine blown again. Stars exploding were nothing, raindrops turning to glittering diamonds and showering me with love. The surge took me to another dimension; there were no thoughts only feelings, feelings of warmth and happiness, enveloping me like the shelter of a womb. It was a happy place I never thought existed, a place where no harm could come, the ugliness of life shut away. I felt deep regret when it started to fade and reality intrude again, a profound sadness at its loss overwhelming the joy I just had. She was lay on top of us, still panting a little with her arms stretched up around our neck. As it plopped out she pulled herself further up and reached for the cover. This time she did sleep, and so did my companion in mind, I had a wonder to think about before I slept. There was still no news in the morning, Jacinta was walking around with only her bra on, the shorts and top it'd washed being too scratchy. I was definitely in the back seat, the wonder of last night was etched in my mind, I got a funny tingle just trying to reimagine it. We'd had another can each of steak chunks for breakfast and more of the adulterated coffee, why couldn't he take it black, then at least the taste would be there. Jacinta had gone back to bed while it sat and continued scanning the news, the hope of her father contacting them fading further as the day wore on. I almost missed it, it was the picture that caught my attention, a picture of me. The headline was something about a missing agent. It had only given it cursory attention, flicking to the next article above as it scrolled down. I was now sure the news blackout had something to do with me, I wished it had read more but I was grateful that I'd been monitoring myself, I sat back and began to think of ending the mission. I'd have to use the over-ride, get her dressed and get us above ground; there was no point to letting them bash the doors down. With the moment at hand I felt nervous of regaining control, I could just snap the switch and I'd be in the driving seat, I'd have to do it if I was to get Jacinta dressed and outside, the easiest way would be to tell her that her father was outside waiting but I couldn't be that cruel. I flicked the switch and felt the full weight flood back, all my senses restored and my fingers wiggling as I tried them. I scrolled desperately up, bringing the article about my disappearance back onto the screen, it was anything but flattering, claiming that I'd had a nervous breakdown and just vanished. People were advised to look out for me but contact the authorities if they saw me because I could be armed. Funnily enough I had a gun in each of the holsters under my armpits, I wondered if it would be safe to wear them out when we went. I got up and made my way to the bedroom, wondering what I could say to get her outside and praying for inspiration. Jacinta was dosing, lying on top of the covers, I got my first good look at her, directing my eyes as I pleased. I stood looking, her creamy thighs with the dark landing strip leading to her flat stomach, her breasts straining against her bra as she breathed, the sex we'd had last night teasing my memory and giving me the hard on she had to suck into life to pleasure herself with. "Jacinta," I called. She mumbled and stirred. "Jacinta," I called again, trying to mimic the flat voice my erstwhile cohabitant had used. She turned to look at me, suddenly coming fully awake. "News?" she asked, a look of hope on her face. "No," I replied, watching the sadness and worry flood back. "We need to go shopping for fresh food." "Oh don't bother me with that, go do it, I'll be alright here." Her eyes fell on my crotch and noticed the bulge. "Have you got a hard on?" She slid herself across, her hand pressing against my zip and exciting me more. "Undress," she commanded me. "We can have a quick fuck before you go." I was caught, I'd have to stay in character and besides that the prospect of more sex with her was an offer I couldn't refuse. Slowly my fingers worked the buckles of my shoulder holsters, I wanted to tear my clothes of and jump on her but it wouldn't have done that so I slowly followed her orders. She watched my strip tease, her eyes widening when I dropped my pants to reveal my swollen shaft. I sat on the edge of the bed to slip my shoes off; toeing my pants as well as Jacinta curled a hand around me to grasp my throbbing cock. "Lie down," she ordered, moving back still holding me as I eased myself onto the bed. "You can lick me again," she said manoeuvring herself to slip her leg over me. Her pussy looked even more enticing as I examined it with full command of my eyes, pink, shiny and wide open in front of my face, as she bent forward to lick my cock the aroma of her arousal began to permeate, delighting my senses and bringing back wonderful memories. Eagerly I bent my head to begin tonguing her. I licked and sucked for my own enjoyment while she worked on my cock, lazily licking and stroking it as I began to get her excited. Her pleasure was such that she neither noticed my skill nor my enthusiasm but just enjoyed it as I did, riding the curve upwards as the thrill started her moaning. I had her cum in my mouth, her thighs clamping me again as her juices seeped out to coat my tickling tongue. Even before her shivers subsided she was spinning around to mount me, holding my cock steady as her silky tunnel took it in, squeezing down on me and sending thrills throughout my body. She rode me hard, cumming again before I was ready. She took only a few seconds to enjoy it before starting again and driving me quickly over the edge, my hips jerking as my seed pulsed into her, taking her to the top level again as her spasming tunnel milked the last drops from me. I was fucked, metaphorically and figuratively, I lay there enjoying the sensations even as they began to fade, my heart racing and my lungs desperately sucking air in. She was lay on top of me, her hard nipples pressing against my chest with every pant, my cock slowly softening inside her. It plopped out and she rolled to the side, happiness written on her face as she snuggled in next to me. I could see her nipple tenting the fabric of her bra; feel the warmth of her body, her soft breath wafting over my ribs. My resolve to surrender her wavered, she looked so innocent and defenceless. I let her doze next to me, knowing that duty called. I'd taken the irrevocable step of killing my alter ego. I wearily lay back, caught in a tangle of emotions, feeling protective of the beauty lying next to me but knowing where my duty lay. I eased myself out from next to her and off the bed, going over to the chair and picking her clothes up. I sniffed at her thong to remind me of her aroma, sparking a pleasurable memory and making her safety more important to me. She'd be safer in witness protection was my though as I turned back to her. "Jacinta," I called to wake her again. "Umm," "Come on, get up and dressed, we're leaving we need to find out what's happening outside." "But Daddy will expect to find me here," she complained. "I think your father has troubles of his own, he would have contacted us by now otherwise." "Do you think he's alright?" "I don't know, he could be in hospital." "He could be dead." "Yes, that too, but staying here will get us nowhere." "Okay, give me my clothes then." I watched her dress, thinking this would be the last time I saw her lithe nude body. "Ready," she said launching herself off the bed. I led her out, triggering the beacon while regretting what I was doing, convincing myself that it was in her best interests.