1 comments/ 11540 views/ 12 favorites Light Rays Coming Out of the Computer Ch. 01 By: AwkwardMD 2014 - You surfed a porn site for wank fodder. 2096 - The events of Chasing the Dragon. 2123 - The gender ratio of infants throughout South America began to skew strongly toward females, with 1 male born for every 25 females. The male infants that did make it to term showed signs of strong hormonal imbalances or even genital feminization. 2124 - A mutated strain of the bacteria Wolbachia, capable of infecting humans, was discovered to be the culprit. Unlike previous strains, the bacteria proved to be highly infectious. It was also incredibly resistant to attempts at treatment. Worst by far, though, was the rapid pace at which the bacteria had already spread, and was still spreading. Doctors who had flown into South America to analyze and research a birth phenomenon unwittingly brought back a disease with no day-to-day symptoms. 2128 - Now coined "The Purge", the bacteria had infected an estimated 85% of the population of Northern America and Europe. The CDC released studies that heavily suggested that this mutation had been designed. Tensions began to rise between nations as males of every race became sterile or genetically incompatible with females. Due to the incredible uncertainty Wolbachia brought, Russia became swept up in a call for the reinstatement of Communism. All-female leadership took over to great fanfare, and for several years very little else was heard from within it's borders as the great nation restructured itself "for the greater good of it's citizens." 2131 - As the bacteria ran rampant through the developed world, Russia broke it's own self-imposed isolation and began annexing neighboring territories in a bid to control vast natural resources as much as any remaining male population. In an emergency meeting, the EU unanimously passed a 'Mutual Defense' resolution. The threat of war with Russia loomed. Females were hesitantly conscripted on both sides as grunts in an effort to protect the male population, and an arms race toward alternate rank-and-file is quietly begun. 2132 - In March, a Russo-Chinese alliance was formally announced. The following day, China simultaneously invaded Korea, Thailand, and Taiwan. The US responded by sending carriers to Japan. 2134 - After 18 months of posturing and line drawing, a shooting war breaks out with the EU, the US, and Japan on one side, and China and Russia on the other. The forces of the EU suffered the worst of it as Russia is the first to unveil robotic soldiers. Although their versatility in combat left much to be desired, their hardiness and design created strategic problems that the Allied Forces would not soon be able to counter. 2135 - News leaks out from behind the new Iron Curtain that males have been nationalized, becoming property of the state. For the first time in centuries, human beings became property in a First World nation. Although the Allied forces are not able to turn the tide, their defense became much more frantic. The war slowed down to town-by-town, street-by-street blood baths. 2137 - The Russian invasion of mainland Europe reaches the northern shores of France. The British Isles became the sole holdout. Although the rhetoric and propaganda attempted to draw parallels to the second World War, their ability to influence the war was almost completely nullified. Even the once-lauded Royal Navy was reduced to a smattering of ships performing guerilla operations in the North Atlantic. Later that year, China released an engineered virus, decimating Japan's population. The entire island was quarantined. The US was left alone in the war. 2138 - First documented case of parthenogenesis in humans discovered. Post-Purge females began to spontaneously become pregnant and give birth without semen from a man. Although the pattern would not be visible for another decade, most females began to give birth on a three to four year cycle. Birth, new life, and it's perception gradually began to shift toward something common and regular rather than precious and born out of love. 2140 - Communist forces took control of India. In addition to the vast population, the Chinese also gained access of one of two Space Elevators in the world. Built at the turn of the century, the Elevator and it's twin in Ecuador were more than just the gateway to outer space; they also represented the possibility of incredible resources in the burgeoning field of asteroid mining. A rogue element in the United States CIA attempted to sabotage the communist-controlled Elevator in India with a tactical nuclear weapon. Although the Elevators were designed with a structural weak-point at the base, the cables did not break away as intended. Instead, the massive structure rippled and broke 3,000 miles above the surface. As the counterweight at the far end dragged the station and it's 1,000+ inhabitants out into the vastness of space, the remaining cable snapped back into Earth's atmosphere. The kinetic force of the cable, as it struck down along the equator, was roughly equivalent to a series of nuclear bombs going off in rapid succession over the Arabian Sea, Somalia, Ethiopia, Sudan, and the Central African Republic. 2141 - Following a retaliatory nuclear strike at the US-controlled Elevator in Ecuador in which the structural weak-point functioned, The United States launches a full-scale intercontinental nuclear assault against Chinese and Russian targets. The United States believed that their superior stealth technology would allow the bombs to land before a return strike could be mounted, but within minutes, Mutually Assured Destruction failsafes across Asia signalled the end of the United States of America. Between the two waves of nuclear strikes and the unprecedentedly-massive cloud of debris kicked up by the fallen Space Elevator, no survivors on either side are able to assess the damage inflicted, and the Third World War comes to a sudden, violent end with no clear winner. With all major governments having crumbled and much of the world irradiated, society collapsed. Global warming due to radiation caused much of the polar ice caps to melt, reshaping the world as we knew it and ravaging what was left with increasingly severe weather. The older generation, those who had seen the birth of Wolbachia, began to die off, and with them died the millennia-old hierarchy of the sexes. Gender population steadied, with males now only making up approximately 5.75% of the world. The vacuum of power and lack of a government-backed monetary system reduced most of world to a barter system. The most valuable stocks of usable material, technology, and real estate were in the hands of corporations. A medical supply company with access to a full warehouse, a communications company with access to satellites; these were the new Captains of Industry. Access to these vital resources was ruthlessly controlled, demanding total obedience from any wandering souls in need. As time passed, these "company towns", built strategically away from the rich military targets that had been sure to be bombed, grew and grew. By 2150, domes were being erected to protect from the intense radiation and erratic weather patterns brought on by global warming. Shelter and food underneath those domes came at the price of forced labor. By 2160, most of these "company towns" had either completed their dome, or had been abandoned to merge corporate resources with neighbors who lacked what they had to offer but had completed their dome. By 2170, the average worker's quality of life had risen to something approximating pre-war levels, but at the cost of almost all civil liberties. 2175 - The Russian Republic forms in what was once Eastern Europe, as thousands of miles of land on either side of the Ural Mountains was rendered uninhabitable. The RR largely forms in response to and in opposition of the increasing, albeit localized, power of corporations within America. This new Russia is also heavily communist, with the government taking over all forms of production and distribution, outlawing capitalism of any form. 2179 - The hubs of civilization in America have begun to form into massive cities dubbed "Mega-cities". These Mega-cities create their own governments with major corporations acting as controlling councils. Non-compete clauses set up each corporation as it's own monopoly within a given city. Only the employees of these corporations are considered full citizens, despite every city gathering a vast number of 'huddled masses' that eke out a life in the lowest parts of these dizzying metropoli. 2181 - In response to the increasing influence of the RR, the American Mega-cities band together to form Conglomerated City-States of America. 2192 - Antigravity technology developed by the CCSA. Although it has nearly limitless applications, the developing corporation restricts it's availability almost completely for fear of it falling into Russian hands. In addition to that, the equipment required to power antigrav scales poorly with the antigrav strength. Beyond small prototypes, it's only application with current generation technology is allowing objects in high atmosphere to resist the Earth's gravity well, allowing for the first space elevator located away from the equator. 2195 - The first extraplanetary capture of an asteroid. The mission to begin this had been launched 70 years earlier. Although communication with NASA failed in 2145, the crewless craft continued to pursue it's purpose. The Asteroid itself, 887 Alinda, was towed into Earth's orbit opposite the Moon. It was never visible from the surface of the Earth. 2198 - The drone towing 887 Alinda was hacked and taken over. A crew of robotic workers was flown up onto the asteroid. Construction began as the asteroid was hollowed out for the material needed to build first the antigrav generators, and then the Space Elevator itself. 2200 - 887 Alinda was towed into geostationary orbit over New England. 2209 - First northern space elevator is completed, as the cable makes landfall in Emerald City, located deep in the green mountains of Vermont. 2214 - The first weather control base is built on the Emerald City Elevator line in the upper atmosphere, allowing for the formation of a positive pressure envelope around the city and the dismantling of the dome. Emerald City becomes the first undomed city in the Northern Hemisphere in almost a half century. 2217 - Communism's systematic intolerance of religion and Russia's strict immigration laws interfering with members of the Nation of Islam's ability to make the all-important Pilgrimage to Mecca had always made their occupation of the Middle East tenuous. When the RR slowly pressed it's borders into Africa, a rash of large-scale uprisings swept throughout the region. A state of tension forms between the CCSA and the RR with both parties cutting off formal ties. Russia's military campaign into what was once Egypt met with fierce resistance. 2220 - Russia's military campaign in Egypt is summarily abandoned. Many soldiers fighting on the front lines are left behind. 2224 - Present Day *** This story, Light Rays Coming Out Of The Computer, takes place in a vision/version of the future along with two other stories here on Literotica. Chasing the Dragon, set 130 years earlier, has several tie-ins that enrich and enhance the reading experience, and although it is by no means required. The Huntress is a contemporary story to Light Rays. Characters and plots from the two stories will overlap. Although it is possible to read these two independent of each other, we do not recommend it. Chasing the Dragon was written by me. Light Rays and The Huntress were both co-written by LittleGrue and myself. *** //This story is dedicated to Adam in San Antonio, or wherever you are// "Whistle while you work!" I purse my lips and blow, but whistling was never a talent I possessed. What follows is a wince-inducing breeze that resembles neither the centuries-old slave labor hymn, nor anything else. If it could, I'm sure the tipped-over Synth head on the work bench behind me would roll it's eyes. Still, an A for effort if I do say so myself. "No!" it cries. "F Minus," I slam down my screwdriver and touch the broadcast button on my earpiece. "Stop doing that," I yell over my shoulder. "I'll get the foil hat. Don't test me!" It snickers and returns to inanimacy. Just a head. Ani-Skin stretched over a ceramic skull and not much else. Sometimes, I wish they would stick around a little longer, but if they did I'd never get anything done. My hand hovers over the screwdriver for a moment while I wait to see if anything else wants to chime in, but the peanut gallery has been gracious today. I've had time to get the current job 46% functional. Sure, she's still just a torso, a head, and one arm, but most of the rest of the parts are already assembled; the lions share is behind me. "What is a lion, anyway." I keep my finger hovered over the button, as I'm sure I'll have follow-up questions if I get a response, although... "Why am I even asking? If I don't know, you guys don't." "We know many things you do not!" A male escort Synth, in for repairs and hanging on the far wall, giggles maniacally. "Secret things!" "I suppose I walked into that one." I drop the height on my stool and duck inside the ribcage. The diagnostic on left arm control is coming along beautifully. My guy keeps telling me his OS can handle the install and diag on both arms simultaneously, but I had bad experiences with that before. I once watched a Synth stand in front of a door and grope for the handle with the wrong arm for 15 minutes. I literally rolled on the floor. Watching a synth lose track of which arm is supposed to do what is hilarious, but also bad for business. "Freeee-yaaa! You have a cus-tom-eeerrrrrrr!" The mellifluous voice of Frannie, my front desk Synth, piques my interest. A hush falls over the crowd. I tap the display button on my earpiece, and a hologram slides across my field of vision. A tall woman in a black knee-length jacket is wandering along the display case in the left side of the store front. The room around me erupts in a chorus of "Oh!" 's. "Sexbot!" "Seeexbot!" "Totally buying a sexbot." "I'm sticking to my guns," I say. "Personal defense unit. I'm due." I'm totally due. This is my time, and I'm unphased by the smattering of scoffs and 'yeah right's. She has that monied look to her. I feel lucky. "Shush. She's approaching..." I watch through the eyes of my Synth as she meanders towards the desk in no particular hurry. Frannie cocks her head slightly, no doubt smiling brightly as the customer establishes eye contact. Striking the right balance of 'smiling brightly' is harder than you might imagine. There's a lot of room to go wrong, and the results can be... creepy. "Hello Madam! Welcome to Midgard Custom Synthetics Boutique, a division of the Charot Corporation. How can I assist you?" "Yes, I am looking to buy a male...er compan-" The crowd around me erupts in a mixture of hoots, hollers, and cat calls. "Yuck it up, guys. Yuck it up." As soon as my eyes refocus at a distance, the hologram fades to nothing. I shake my head as I walk over to the sexbot jar. "I don't even know what you guys are gonna do with this." A few quick taps on the wrist, and I transfer 1000 credits to the little account card inside the jar. "Don't you worry about what we're gonna do with it, Freya." "Yeah," says a prototype foot I've been tinkering with. "We gots big plans!" "My time will come," I say as I flop down in my stool. "All those credits will be mine again, and I'm gonna get blitzed out of my mind at a bar." "Keep dreaming," shouts the escort Synth. "Alright, alright. Back to one." I finally let off the broadcast button, and my audience is mercifully silent while I get back to work on the sexbot in front of me. A soft chime in her chest tells me the left arm diag passed, so I quick snap the right one on and start that diag before getting back to the pressure sensors linkage for the lower half. "You got that L-U-A Ani-Skin ready for me yet?" A pair of pincers on hard mounted arms make an affirmative servo whir as they dip down into the vat they hover over. Seconds later, they lift a sinuous strip and hold it up for my approval. *** "-so then she says 'That's not my fake arm!' " I smile. Not because the joke was particularly funny, but because Jeanne is one of my very few friends. She knows I'm just appeasing her though, and she rolls her eyes. "So come on," she says. "You've been avoiding it all day. How did it go with Teemo?" "I, uh... Well, he was very nice." "I told you he was nice." "He was. And his pussy was super wet, just like you said it would be." "Boy gushes like a faucet." "..." My eyes drift downward. "Aww. What's the but?!" "He..." I struggle to put it nicely. "He's kinda stupid." Open mouth. Insert foot. Good job. Surprisingly, Jeanne frowns and nods in agreement. "Yeah, he kinda is, isn't he? I just thought you two might have a lot to talk about since you're in similar fields." "Similar- Aw, come on! He's a factory worker for Wulftek! Just because he's in the room while mindless machines mass-manufacture inferior Syn-" "You're ranting," she lilts with a smirk. I take a deep breath. "...doesn't mean he knows the first thing about what I do. I'm an artist." "You make Sexbots." "That's not all I do!" I say indignantly. "What's the pot up to now?" "...57k." "Fifty s... Hun, I love you, but you make sexbots." "Shut up." She laughs, a full throated, husky affair. "Sooo, if that didn't go well..." A shoeless foot slides up between my knees, and I jump a little as she drags her toe along my thigh. She laughs a little harder. "You're so cute when you blush." "Yes. We can." "Yaaaay!" "You know she'll never set you up with a winner," says the anti-bacterial gel dispenser at the table. "Not until she finds someone better to be her fallback!" I cup a hand under the nozzle and pound the dispensing button harder than is necessary. Jeanne gives me a dubious look, but I merely smile and spread it judiciously before picking up my protein wrap. *** Jeanne squeals with delight as her fingers wrap around the waistband of my pants, and she bares me in one motion. "Aww, not her ag-mmmm!" My clit's frustration is misguided, and overrun by Jeanne's eager lips. I take off my earpiece and toss it on the floor beside the bed. Maybe I'll get a few minutes peace this way. Her tongue teases the tip, and I rapidly unsheath in her mouth. I have to admit that she's gotten really good at this part. The hood, trailing away to either side, doesn't let her get a tight seal while she's taking the whole thing in her mouth, but the way her tongue slithers along the bottom and tickles my urethra is phenomenal. The sloppy sucking sound is pretty great too. I bite my lip in anticipation as I swell within her. My favorite part... here it comes, here it comes, here it comes... Light Rays Coming Out of the Computer Ch. 01 "-mmmmhurk!" It sends a shiver down my spine as she gags ever so slightly. It's wonderful. It signifies the end of the oral part of our show, which is my favorite part, but it's always fun while it lasts. She backs off with a grin and a gasp, saliva stranding from her lips. "Well that didn't take long!" "What can I say? You have my undivided attention!" Her eyes drift to my right, looking for the missing earpiece no doubt. "Now lets get you up on that bed. Your pussy's not gonna fuck itself!" "Impregnate, maybe, but not fuck. Wouldn't that be awesome if it could?" She pauses with one leg on the bed and the other still on the floor. "You can't, can you?" I go a little wide eyed. Jeanne had instantly accepted my physiology and asked no questions when we started being more than just lunch buddies. It was one of the best parts of our arrangement. When she continues, she's more talking to herself. "No, I guess not. You're more of a grower than a show-er, and you'd already be too hard when you got long enough..." My smile is an adequate misdirect, and she finishes getting into position. Her hand slides down between her legs and splits her lips with her fingers. "My little kitty has been lonely," she says. I hate it when they call it a kitty. "Won't you come and play?" "You don't need to tell me twice!" I climb up on the bed behind her, my engorged clit extending out from between my lips to slide between hers. Sex with Jeanne is fairly formulaic. She goes straight for my clit as soon as she's naked, whether I am or not. Brief oral while she fingers herself, followed by doggystyle. Sometimes she wants it standing up while she's still in her heels, which is fine because she's so short. On rare occasions, especially if we haven't had a chance to get together in a while and she's really worked up, she lets me fuck her in the ass. It's purely physical between us. For a long time, that was fine with me. She has an insatiable sex drive; I think I'm one of four side-fucks she keeps, but to hear her tell it, I'm the best. I don't see how I could be. I mean, I've got chops, but she's not interested in my talents. What she likes from me is the incredible shape of my clit, and so for her, sex with me is a race to penetration. My clit is a bit over six inches in length. Better than average if it were just a dick, and nearly unheard for a clitoris. The flared ridges along the sides are nice, but the curve of it, when we go doggystyle, rubs the whole underside against her g-spot with every stroke. These are the things I think about during sex. While what we have may be slightly boring, the sounds I draw out of her are ungodly. Every orgasm sounds like she's giving birth to a toddler; a kind of guttural heaving that carries the experience for me. Being that, for her, is everything. The more I think about it, the more it works. I have a small orgasm shortly following hers, but as far as Jeanne knows, it's one of the biggest I've ever had. I convinced her early on that I rarely gush, so on the occasions when I don't fake it and actually finish, she feels like a million bucks. I'm totally fine with letting her have that. Jeanne is a really good friend. Probably my best friend, if I'm being honest. It's not her fault the sex doesn't blow my mind, and there's a very different kind of pleasure that comes with knowing I rock her world. Plus, and don't let anyone ever tell you different, bad sex is better than no sex. Take it from a lonely person. "Isn't it bizarre how hard it is, in a city of 40 million, to just meet someone?" I prop myself up on my elbows and give her a wide eyed stare. She can't read my mind too, can she? "It's almost like, the more people around, the less they want to look you in the eye." "Well it's a good thing we have each other," I say. She smirks, and honks my boob before hopping off the bed. "Sentimentality looks odd on you, Frey." "Ok, how about... I'm glad I have you to keep my clit warm." "Much better," She barks, laughing. I reach over the edge of the bed and grab my earpiece. My clit is roaring even before the piece is fully inserted. "I'd rather be shoved in a gearbox, you self-serving slut! Are you back yet, Freya?" "Yeah, I'm here," I say. Jeanne looks over her shoulder at me with a comforting smile. "No, I'll be back soon." I think she knows there's no one on the other end of this thing, but she never calls me on it. She's a good friend. "Frey," she says softly, "when was the last time you went out?" "Like, of the apartment?" She rolls her eyes at me. "Out, like to a bar or something. Tried to meet women. Stepped outside your comfort zone!" "I go out all the time!" Barely true. She gives me a grin as she reaches back to clasp her bra. "Bars are full of totally fuckable women. You know that, right?" "Noted." "And if that's not what you're lookin' for, you are totally fuckable too." "Obviously," I say with mock humility. "You should go out! Tonight! Take some pretty girl home and do something stupid!" "Noted," I say, smiling wider. She's nearly dressed before I've even begun, but her work attire is much more elaborate than mine. Boots, pants, a shirt, and suspenders are fine when I never have to meet any customers. "Promise me you will," she says, looking much more serious. "I promise." Lie. "Lunch again tomorrow?" "I'll probably have to work through it. We're pretty backed up. Friday?" She smirks and gives me a quick kiss. "Lock up on your way out!" *** "Hello ma'am! Welcome to Midgard Custom Synthetics Boutique, a division of the Charot Corporation. How can I assist you?" "I gotta get my guy to put a facial recognition subscript in you, Frannie." "I'm sure that will be wonderful!" "Any visitors in the last two hours?" "None, but Midgard Custom Synthetics Boutique's current workload is at 104% of capacity. It's probably better this way!" I roll my eyes as I pass through the storefront into my shop. A deep sense of calm washes over me, as it does every time, now that I'm back in my space. Here, I'm not a freak, or a weirdo, or even just another face in the crowd. Here, I matter. Even if it is just to make sexbots. "Freeee-yaaa! You have a caaaaall!" "Thank you, Frannie." I jump down on my stool and slide underneath the rib cage of the current job. Left arm diag complete! Only one person would be calling me at this exact moment. I tap my earpiece. "What's up, guy?" "How many times have I told you that you can do both arms at the same time?" "Awww, were you checking up on me again?" I reach blindly behind me and scoop up the internal power pack I assembled this morning. "One of these days, you've gotta tell me where all... the holes are in my security system. I thought I had this thing... pretty well... locked down..." The power pack is a snug fit, and I have to step out from underneath and beside the torso so I can push down on the shoulder at the same time I'm pushing up. It pops into place with a click-click. "Don't worry, my love. I've taken a few liberties to secure it against unwanted intrusions. You'll thank me someday." "Don't hold your breath, guy." I reach behind the torso and unplug the external power cord. After a few seconds the Synth's eyes flip open and, with a wide smile, she sings "Tada!" I frown. "You added boot music?" "A nice touch, no?" "You know what people use these Synths for, right?" "You have educated me on that subject many times." "In the next update you send me, can you add an option for 'Littles'?" I tap my wrist a few times, and watch as the arms and head go through a display of their range of motion. "A little what?" I pause, waiting for recognit- "Oh, for a Little!" I tap my nose. I know he's watching me on my security cameras. "Why would anyone request something like that?" "Why does anyone do anything? I don't ask, I just meet the demands of my customers. Oh, and make sure to include the option to call the owner 'Daddy'." "Are you, in any way, making a joke?" "That would only work if you had a sense of humor," I say, monitoring the amperage draws of the various motors that drive her physical display. "I'll have to do a little research," he says. "Research!" I laugh. "You do that! And if you could, make it backwards compatible to the Aught-8." The facial expression routine is flawless. "Time to put a face on this slut. Gotta let you go, guy." "Til next time, my love!" I tap my earpiece. "Why does he keep calling you 'my love'?" "Probably," I say to the Synth on the wall, "because he wants to get in my panties." I frown and look down as an unintelligibly muffled voice comes from my pants, and give the waistband a quick tug. "I said, does he know I'm down here?" "I'm gonna die alone." I smirk, but... *** "You're in charge while I'm gone, Frannie." "I'm always in charge while Freya isn't on the premises," she says cheerily. "And tonight will not be an exception!" Keeping my storefront open 24 hours hasn't netted me a ton of business, but it costs basically nothing. I stroll out along the walkway and hail a cab from my wrist. It's a clear evening, clear enough that I can see garrish glow of the red light district 150 stories below, in the lowest levels of Green Mountain City. I've got... I don't even know how many pieces rolling around down there somewhere. A yellow cab veers out from the stream and over to the edge of the raised superhighway. The side door opens up like a wing, and I crawl in under it. "27489 Market Row, number 161816." The cab melts effortlessly into the flow of traffic, and I settle in. A holographic screen floats out of the back of the drivers seat, and I scan the freq's for something to help pass the time. "... from Cheval Noir Cybernetics! Embrace the figure we've designed!" I roll my eyes and scan up. The very next freq is playing generic, un-offensive muzak, which suits me today. I stay with it for a while, and when the commercials start I almost change it, except... " The loneliness. The isolation. It was... crushing! " It felt like I wasn't in control of myself. Of my life. " Are you one of the millions of the naturally born who suffer from mild to severe schizophrenia?" Yes. "Are you tired of sitting on the sidelines of life, of being afraid to put yourself out there and meet interesting people?" Yes. "Quell is an option!" Yeah, at 1,475,000 credits. "With a success rate over 87%, Quell has proven time and again that it can get you out of the shadows and into the time if your life! Talk to your pharmacist today! Quell!" ...Someday. *** I flop down on the couch with a beer in one hand and a plate of cold leftovers in the other. The beer is fine. The leftovers are decidedly mediocre. I pick at them while skipping through the channels. Nothing catches my interest though, so I switch over to my library of recordings. I set the plate down on the end table, kick up one foot on the coffee table, and... "Yeeeeah! Do it!" The twin ballerina statues on the wall shout in unison. "Put on porn!" A chorus of enthusiasm for the idea springs up around the room. I smirk and relax a little on my couch, sliding down until my lower back is touching the seat cushion. I slide a hand down inside my pants and stroke the underside of my clit with my fingertip to wake her up. Although my collection is vast, the choice is pretty easy. I have a few videos featuring an actress whose voice does things to my spine that shouldn't be legal. Once the choice is locked in, I unzip my pants and slide them down a little. I put my middle finger in my mouth for a second to get it good and wet, and slide it down behind me and between my cheeks. That first push, as it breaks inside, is an eye-fluttering mome- "Hey, what the fuck is this?!" I look down at my clit, somewhat confused. "Did you want the right hand this time?" "You promised that cunt we were gonna find something warm and wet to fuck tonight, but what I'm seeing is more of the same!" My buzz begins to recede, and I frown. "I don't wanna go through all that trouble tonight." "I don't care what you want! Go put on something slutty and let's get laid, cus... this? This isn't happening without me and you know it!" I roll my eyes and reach for the vid control, but the peanut gallery loses it's mind. "Leave that on for us," yells one of the ballerinas. "Yeah, just because you're whipped doesn't mean we are," says it's twin. I sigh and get up. The actress's coos and squeals taunt me as I exit into my bedroom. I shut the door, but she haunts me still. My meager evening wear collection feels tired. If I'd known my clit was going to be such a dick, I might have stopped on the way home and picked out something new, but I don't want to leave, shop, and come back again before getting ready and leaving a second time. Plus my savings account just topped 600,000 credits. I settle on a red-orange dress that matches really well with my purple hair, and some 4 inch heels that cut. I stand in front of the mirror for a while, turning from side to side. I cup my breasts and try to push them up a little, but the sad fact is that they just aren't that big. "You'll never have to worry about them sagging though," my clit says. "And I, for one, love this dress. I can almost poke out of the bottom all on my own, so it's all good. Oh, and no panties tonight." "What?!" "Come on! I never get to feel the wind in my hair! Let me have this!" "Fiiiine," I grumble, "but I'm starting off as prey." "Good luck with that, Redwood. An hour tops, and if you strike out, we go hunting." "Deal. Wanna shake on it?" "Nice try." *** I stride into the dimly-lit club and my confidence immediately takes a hit. In these heels, as much as I love what they do for me, I tower over everyone I can see. By at least an inch or more. I tap my wrist to engage prey mode and make my way over to the bar. Before I've come ten steps through the door, however, a mousy little redhead flags me down and starts toward me. She's utterly adorable in a white spaghetti strap top and a blue peasant skirt. I blink, a bit surprised that someone with her tiny stature and reserved demeanor would be in... oh but she's not. She's in prey mode too... "Hi," she says, as she nervously approaches me. "I um... I saw...ummm..." I can't help but smile, and she continues in a rush. "I know I'm not a hunter, but I saw you have a... uh..." "Sweetie, I'm really sorry, but I'm not what you're looking for tonight." She nods and looks down. "I'm... I'm sorry I wasted your..." She trails off as she turns and wanders back to the table she had staked out... which it looks like someone took in her absence. Poor thing... I try to put myself in a good vantage point at the corner of the bar and let the sightlines and my natural height do the work for me, but the time I reach the bottom of my 4th vodka cranberry, I decide I need to be more proactive in my hunted-...ness... If that makes any sense. I tap the display button on my earpiece, and the hologram slides across. As I look around the room, the display systematically identifies and then rules out all the nearby hunters either by preference or current level of attachment. The clock in the corner of my display says I have six minutes of my hour left, but I might be ready to... Walking through the door, directly across the bar from me, is a tall drink of water with shaggy black hair and a chin you could cut boulders with. Holy shit, it's a man. Not just a male, but a fucking Man. And he's... looking at me? Directly at me?! I try to be casual about checking his preferences. He either doesn't have them set or he forgot to turn them on, but I couldn't care less because oh my god is he coming over here?! "Bitch, be cool!" my clit says. "Ok, lets get this straight. I'm gonna need perfect silence for the next little while. I need this! Are we clear?" I'm overjoyed to find silence as my response, so I play off holding the broadcast button on my earpiece as fixing my hair. One more quick fix to take the earpiece out completely, and- "Hello there," he says. How he hasn't been taken by some lucky lady and locked up in a closet somewhere, I don't know. I suppose the 'manly-man' isn't everyone's type, but he has my knees knocking. I manage a cool smile, but it's a good thing I'm leaning on the bar to begin with. He's gorgeous! He flags the bartender with a finger, and the tender immediately starts making him something. Not a great sign that he's here often enough to order with a wave of his hand, but not a deal breaker. Could be that he's a prostitute, and that's fine. I'm not here for a life-mate, just a good rutting. Is that too much to ask? "H-h-hi!" Can you believe she's still single, ladies? No! Don't provoke the peanut gallery! God, he's gotta be six foot two! I can't believe he's taller than me!! I love it! "I already know the answer to 'Do you come here often', so lets see. How about... I'm Kerr." Witty, direct, unexpected. There's a strong chance that my clit is gonna go without tonight. "Freya!" Oooh, too emphatic. You're gonna scare him off, girl! "A powerful name for a powerful woman!" Don't giggle, don't giggle, don't giggle, don't giggle, don't giggle! I think I'm managing a coy smile, but the warmth in my cheeks is probably sending a mixed message there. He's looking past my shoulder. Intently. "Thank you. It was my grandmother's name," I say. "So what brings a goddess of love and war to a hole-in-the-wall dive like this?" Eye contact again. Keep his interest. "Oh, the usual. Hoping for a couple bar fights, maybe some sex in a stall later. All in a days work." His face lights up when he smiles, but then he's looking over my shoulder again. He masks it by rolling his head while he laughs, but his eyes are going to the same spot. He's watching something else. Not a good sign. "I'd always heard that the Norse gods were a humorless lot! If I'd known talking to you was this much fun, I'd have converted years ago!" He sure sounds like he's paying attention to me, but... "Well Loki is a good for a hoot now and again, but he's just as likely to feed you some bullshit and call it chocolate." "What a jerk..." I don't particularly care for the way he trails off as he continues to look past me. It's...disappointing. "So what do you do?" "Beheadings, mostly. That doesn't always pay the bills though, so I have a unicorn ranch on the moon that does a pretty steady business." "Fascinating..." He didn't hear a word of that. Awesome. "Listen, Kerr, I have to go powder my nose. I'll be right back." He smiles and nods absently. I only hide my distaste for a moment as I stalk across the room towards the hallway where the bathrooms are tucked away. I slip my earpiece back on and hit the display button. Two minutes. "A valiant effort, Frey. No one can say you didn't try." It's pretty rare that my clit isn't being a smug bitch. "I've still got two minutes." I stop in the hallway and take a deep breath. "We're not really gonna go back out there to him and pretend we don't care if he doesn't pay attention to us, are we? C'mon Freya, you have more self respect than that... right?" Light Rays Coming Out of the Computer Ch. 01 "Do I?" I turn and peek around the corner. He's already chatting up a miniscule blond who'd been next to me at the bar. I kick down the door as I barge into the bathroom. I barely recognize the person in front of me as I stand at the sink. So weak. What are you crying about? That man!? How is he worth this much emotion? How are any of them worth this much emotion? The timer in the corner of my display ticks down to zero. Fuck 'em. Fuck 'em all. "That's the spirit!" my clit cheers. I frown at my groin in the mirror as I tap my wrist a few times and wait. It's not two minutes before the tiny redhead peeks her head in, looking for the hunter. I'm glad it's her. *** "YES YES YES YES YES!! YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!!" The only upside I've ever found to my clit being less sensitive is that it gives me some pretty serious stamina. "OH DEAR GOD YESSSS! Ohhhh god yes. Fuck yes, fuck yes, fuck yes... Fucking hell I needed that..." The mousy girl in front of me hangs her head and pants through her third orgasm. I wince a little as I pull out and step back to give her some room to breath, but she stays bent over the toilet for a good thirty seconds cursing up a storm. My mother always said anything worth doing is worth doing right. "I got one more in me before I pop, Frey." My clit is panting too. "Let's make it count." "Thank you soooo much," she says as she rolls her hips and adjusts her panties, still pulled to the side over her cheek. "You can put it in my ass if you want..." "Her bush was adorable, Frey. You shoulda seen it!" She's really short. Even with her in her heels I'm way too tall, so I had to kick off my shoes. My clit is still sloppy-wet, so once I get myself lined up, I break through her back door with a hard thrust. She frantically adjusts her hands to brace herself better, and giggles. "OhmyGod... Weshould... Dothis... Every... Night!!" My clit is in heaven. Of course, if my legs had voices, they'd be screaming bloody murder. *** "Whistle while you work!" "Get some new material," I grumble. I'm just putting the finishing touches on the Ani-Skin over her labia majora. Every one of them ends up unique thanks to a randomize function my guy helped me put in for the Ani-skin printer. This one is particularly pretty. "Looks good enough to eat," my clit chimes in. "You guys are just... trotting out the hits today, huh?" "C'mon Frey, cut us some slack! We're trying to make you feel better!" I sigh. "Sorry. Some days, I'm just... not a good conversationalist." "That's not gonna stop us. You know that, right?" Now the current job is talking to me too. Great. I gotta find a room with no objects in it. Of course, then the voices go back to being disembodied like when I was a kid. That was... worse. So much worse. "Yeah, I know." "Then buck up, little soldier! This is happening. We're here." Although the Synth hasn't actually moved, there's a tone of a smile in her voice. "It's not about you guys. I... I don't want to talk about it. Now could you please switch off so I can get you the rest of the way built? You're like... 2 hours from being done if I can just focus." "Fair enough." "Freeee-yaaa! You have a cus-tom-eeeerrrrrrrr!" "Sexbot!" three left hands chime in together. "We haven't even seen..." I trail off after hitting the display button as a tall, shaggy black-haired, chin-like-a-Vid-star man reluctantly peeks around the storefront. "I want to change my vote," the hands say. "Yeah, heeeeee's here for you, Frey." "What?" I scoff. "You guys are nuts." "Uh... duh!" "No way," I say. "This time I'm guessing sexbot." "Whoa," says the Synth on the wall. "What a reversal folks!" "The betting is locked," shouts the current job. "Hello sir! Welcome to Midgard Custom Synthetics Boutique, a division of the Charot Corporation. How can I assist you?" "Yes, uh... I think this is the right place. Can I... uh... speak to the owner?" The crowd around me erupts in a mixture of hoots, hollers, and cat calls. "No," I say into my earpiece as I get up and start tapping at my wrist. The peanut gallery erupts in disbelief, but I keep my eye on the feed from Frannie. "I'm sorry, sir, but the owner is not available at the present time!" "Oh. Um... so is the ordering... um... confidential?" "WAIT," shouts the tipped-over head. "We may have a false start!" "Absolutely," Frannie sings. "Our Terms of Service strictly prohibits the sharing, selling, or viewing of customer information of any kind. I can forward you a copy of the pertinent sections if you would like?" "No, that's alright." He's sweating. "It would be no troub-" "I said no, alright?!" "Of course, sir!" He pauses to compose himself. "So, like, how does thi-" I focus past the hologram, and the display and audio winks out. I look down at the sexbot jar. 58,000 credits. I've never won anything and felt so shitty. I grab the jar and hurl it against the wall. The peanut gallery gasps in shock as the thick plastic cracks in half. "It's ok," says a slumped-over male Synth. "The card is ok!" The collective relieved sighs, had they been caused by actual lungs, would have produced a light wind. "Back to one," I say coldly, as I settle in. *** I wake up stiff. Even when it's indirect, fluorescent lighting is harsh on the eyes. The new Synth is standing in her place by the door, awaiting pickup. I wince as I sit up in my office chair, and tap the display button on my earpiece. What's next... Job queue, job queue... male escort Synth repair, and then... shit. A rush job for a Synth for this Mr. Kerr Shaughnessey. I bring up the order to see... what... what he... "Whoooooooa..." The entire peanut gallery crowds around me. "Freya, he-" "Isn't that-" "Why would he..." *** "I mean, that's ridiculous, right? Why would he order a Synth of me from me? It's gotta be coincidence." I stab my salad like it's offended me. "It's ridiculous." "Sweetie, he's trying to ask you out. How did you first describe him?" "Witty, direct, and unexpected," I say sullenly. "Granted, not direct, but two out of three?" "That's 66%, Jeanne." "Look, I think it's adorable. If I were in your shoes, I'd be flattered! He ordered you! I mean, even down to the clit!" "He did order the clit," I say, staring off. *** "20 minutes!" The tipped-over Synth head's excitement is probably just a reflection of my own. "If I have to wait another day," says the escort Synth, "the old ball and chain isn't gonna care!" "You... you think?" "Just tell her I have a faulty whozit, and it'll take another day for it to come in!" I stare at the clock for a few seconds. "Go!" "Ok!" I do a quick check to make sure everyone is switched off, and run into the half-bath. My hair and makeup are still looking good... maybe a quick touch up on the left eeeeyeeeee aaaaaaaaand... "He'll never know what hit him," my clit says. "Thank you," I say reflexively, and then pause. "I mean it. Thank you." "We're all pulling for you, Frey!" The entire peanut gallery joins in, adding their well wishes in a rush as I strip out of my coveralls. My best lingerie, a black lace number, looks odd underneath as I'm getting out, but fits in a much more coordinated fashion once I put on the red negligee I brought with me. The crowd hushes as I hang the string across the middle of the back room and toss a large sheet over it, dividing the workspace from the bed I keep in the corner for the really long nights. I flick on a couple LED votives and set them around the room. Candles would be better, but they're absurdly expensive. Another quick pass through the back room, making sure the pathway is clear so he doesn't trip on a wrench and ruin everything. "Frannie," I say, touching the broadcast button on my earpiece, "make sure you lock up the storefront after Mr. Shaughnessey arrives. No interruptions." "Of course, Freya!" I crawl onto the bed, crossing it on my knees, and rearrange the collection of pillows. I lay down on my back, and try to picture how he'll see me as he comes in. No... I move around to lay on my side... head propped up on my hand. Knees... bent? maybe... Left knee bent, right foot extended? I try a few more, but nothing works better than that before I hear the soft chime in my earpiece. "Frannie gave the signal," my clit shouts. "Everybody shut up!" "Everyone heard the signal," one of the votives replies. "You're not the boss." "Hey! I'm just tryin to help!" "Ladies," I say firmly. I calmly reach up, remove the earpiece, and set it on the aging toolbox I use as a nightstand. "Through here?" Kerr's voice, coming from just behind Frannie, is curious. "Yes," Frannie replies. "Straight through." Butterflies. Huge butterflies, with wings 30 feet from end to end, as I listen to his footsteps across the room, coming closer. Closer... Closer... I take a deep breath, puffing out my meager chest and- He throws the sheet aside and stares down at me. It's all I can do to keep eye contact. God, he's gorgeous. Remain calm. Stay calm. "Wow," is all he says. His head whips back, looking around behind him. "She left you all alone, didn't she?" My lips crack to answer, but the words just don't quite come before he turns back to me and... Dear God. I melt all over again. "Awwww." I can barely bring myself to breath as he removes his jacket and tosses it over my stool. He has shoulders, and as he unbuttons his shirt, I whimper. "You can talk! Good." He mumbles as he continues, "Not that you're going to be doing much of it tonight." My head quirks. Something about the way he... but then he plants one knee on the bed, bare chested. My eyes fixate on the way the fold of his zipper is angled out. A man. An honest-to-God man. It's been forever... "I-" "Did I tell you you could talk, bitch?" My eyes widen as they travel upwards. He hovers over me. God, he's tall. It's all I can do to shake my head in acknowledgement. His fingers nimbly undo his zipper, and I spin on the bed to be crouched on my knees before him. His left hand disappears inside of his pants, and when it reappears, it's cradling a cock. An honest-to-God man with an honest-to-God cock. "Do you have any idea how lucky you are?" I shake my head as I lean forward, eyes fixated on the soft half foot of flesh in front of me. His fingers unwrap, offering it to me, and I accept. My tongue slides out past my lips, along the underside of his head, cradling the weight of it as his hand falls away. As I lean in farther, my tongue writhes to guide him past my lips, where it's warm and wet. One of my hands grasps the base of it, squeezing and stroking lightly as it thickens. One of his hands gently caresses my cheek, his fingertips tucking underneath my chin and pulling my gaze upward. "Tonight," he says, in a calm voice, "you will call me Master." "Yes, Master," I say, backing up slightly. My hand works up and down the length of him, spreading the saliva I left around his head. Just as I go to lean back in, his hand pulls back from my cheek and delivers a quick slap. "Did I give you permission to talk?" My eyes bug out and my cheeks color rapidly. "No, Ma-" Another slap. "Your lips could be put to such better use right now, slut." My eyes fall down and away as I rush to take him into my mouth. To take far more of him into my mouth than I had before. Right down to the index finger of my left hand, which is planted against his groin. The slightly sweet taste of precum on the back of my tongue, as I set a slow pace from tip to finger and back again. The head of his cock glides past my back teeth. "Deeper," He says commandingly. My left hand instinctively opens slightly, keeping only two fingers wrapped around him as a buffer. Each trip in, when my lips touch my finger, my throat reflexively closes. Thick strands of saliva drip over my lips, down my chin, and from his cock, and when he says, "Deeper," again, I tremble inside. My hand falls away. The first trip down falls a full inch short as the flared tip of his cock hits the back of my throat. I gag and try to pull back, but his hand tightens in my hair. My lungs revolt against his will, but I want him to push farther. Saliva and precum splatter against his stomach, but my eyes close as he guides me back in again. My gag reflex is nearly unchanged but he overpowers me, keeping himself impaled in my mouth. I hack, trying to force air in and out around the intruding length. Though my eyes are shut tight, I can feel the wetness on my cheeks as he keeps me there. Slowly, my throat begins to yield, and he pulls me back and off of him. "You can talk now." "Yes, Master," I gasp, trying to recover quickly. Everything is blurry as I look up at him. His eyes are impossibly intense... "Do you have any idea how long I've been waiting for this?" "No, Ma-" He abruptly pulls my head in again, and my mouth is filled beyond capacity. I cough roughly as my lips press against his groin, distributing spit everywhere. "If 'Yes, Master' and 'No, Master' are all you have to contribute, then I'd rather you go back to just shutting up!" I grunt and try to nod my head, but I'm shaking so hard it's difficult to know if he can tell. Honestly, I don't think he cares, and that is so unbelievably hot! "Fuck, this is a long time coming. Fuck... Fuck!" I can't seem to make my tongue do what I want it to, but the intense muscle contractions of gagging draw out a string of nonverbal responses from him. My lungs begin to catch fire, and I tentatively press my palms against his thighs. "Oh," he says. "Do you think you need air? That's cute." He starts to drag me back, only to slam my face down into his groin again. My cry is muffled and almost completely silenced by the steel pole in my mouth. A few seconds shy of forever later, he casually tosses me backwards; coughing, red faced, as I desperately try to regain my breath. His hand grabs at the center of my negligee and rips downward. The flimsy shoulder straps break instantly, baring my lace bra. "I know I said small breasted, but Christ. You didn't get much at all, did you?" My face colors even more extremely as he degrades me. Part of me wants to fire back, to insult him. Part of me wants to remind him who's the woman here. Part of me wants to curl in on myself. Mostly, though, I just want him to keep going... I nod hesitantly, and he reaches for my groin. I moan as his hand roughly grabs my half-extended clit through the sheer fabric of my panties. "This doesn't do much for me," he sneers, as he rips the panties down my thighs. I gasp, writhing onto my knees and scurrying away from him, but he grabs me by my hips. "Where do you think you're going?!" He yanks me back against him, and his right hand momentarily leaves my hip only to come crashing down open-palmed against my exposed hind cheek. I squeal and bite my lip. The stinging is... amazing. "Again," I whimper as I look back over my shoulder. I push myself backwards into him, wrapping my cheeks around his erect cock and pinning it against him. "I would tell you what a slut you are, but I think you already know." The clap of his palm is so deafening and sudden that I hear it first. "Fuck," I cry a moment later, as the searing sensation ramps up tremendously. "Yes!" 'You walk around all day, looking down on guys like me," Smack! "thinking you're all so superior." "Show me my place," I whimper, surely as shocked as he is as I just said that, but he keeps right on going. Smack! "Show me my place..." His matronizing tone sets my mind searching for my mistake. "Master!" I cry a moment later. "Show me my place, Master!" "That's more like it," he grumbles, and then adds ominously, "It's a good thing at least one of you bitches knows where you belong, even if you don't really count." I shudder heavily as he grinds his hips against me, cock rubbing dry and rough between the tops of my cheeks. It's impossible, in the moment, to wrap my head around the 'why' of this. I'm sure that later, the peanut gallery is going to want to have a word with me about my self-esteem, or my self-worth, but that is a fleeting concern. He has his hands on me. A Fucking Man. He wants me, and it's intoxicating. My lightheadedness only increases as he pushes the tangible, rigid testimonial of his urges against my womanhood, and takes me. "Oh," I whisper, weakly. "Oh God... oh God!" "Women have forgotten this." My head is faced forward, but the sneer is plain in his voice. "This is what God and Nature intended for you." I grit my teeth and groan as his hips come to rest against the backs of my thighs, as his fuck-stick fills me. Fulfills me. "You are built to take me," he says. "To be on the receiving end of my attention. To receive my seed!! Not the other way around!" "I'm yours, Master!" "God damned right you are," he grunts, punctuating it with another loud Smack, and then he's off. I squeal as he sets a hard and fast pace. My left hand reaches down and grabs hold of my clit, the thumb working feverishly back and forth over the sensitive tip. I feel his hand pull away from my hip, and I brace myself for the SMAAAAAAACK!! "Fuuuuuck!! Fuck yes!!" I can barely believe the words coming out of my mouth are coming out of my mouth. "Fuck me harder!" I cum abruptly and unexpectedly, as his hand comes down flat and hard on the spot he's surely turned bright red, if not purple. My clit throbs in my hand, shaking with an intensity that redefines the word 'throb'. My gush pours out of me in spurts each time he pulls back, soaking the makeshift bed under my knees. "Jesus Christ," Kerr shouts. My orgasm extends, echoing back in forth inside me as he continues to pound away. "Yes... Yes...Yes..." I begin to realize that a constant stream of sound, of a kind that lacks good descriptors in the English language, is pouring out of me. "Yes! Yes!!" he cries. My eyes roll up behind my eyelids and my mouth falls open as he grinds away inside me, boring into my cunt with mindless abandon. "Yes! Yes!" As he peaks behind me, emptying himself inside me, I shudder. Something deep and primitive within me is... sated... in a way it's never been before. My lips move, forming the words 'thank you' over and over, but I am incapable of any sound at all. He pulls out and backs away, and without him to support me, I collapse. Some of his cum leaks out of my pussy, sitting warm and thick against the inside of my thigh. My hand moves of it's own volition to scoop it up with two fingers and take it into my mouth, offended by the idea that any of his seed be wasted. "God, someone built you right. Is there a tip jar around here somewhere?" After a moment, he adds, "Holy crap, she built you to squirt?!" I drowsily consider what he's saying, but it doesn't make a whole lot of sense. "Wow... it's even warm..." "Of course it's warm," I say, blinking. "Just seems like an odd thing to generate heat for." "I don't... generate it, I'm always hot." "Let's not get carried away," he scoffs. I sniff, and he turns back to me with that same simpering smile. "Awwww... did I hurt the poor little Synth's feelings?" Light Rays Coming Out of the Computer Ch. 02 Freya scrambled across the bed and grabbed at the sheet that hung from the string. She gasped and covered herself as she heard Kerr slam into the front door. Slowly, her hand reached out toward the aging toolbox she used as a nightstand, and scooped up her earpiece. "I don't know. ... I said, I don't know!" Cautiously, she planted one bare foot on the floor. She could hear him crying 'no, no, no' over and over. "No," she said aloud, looking at an assortment of hand tools at the end of one of her work benches. "Irony is something different. This is just a coincidence ...a really weird one though." The sound of Kerr sobbing from the other room quieted. Freya rose up off the bed, tilting her head to peek just that extra inch through the open doorway between the showroom and her work space. When she made out the shadow of his shoulder, as he walked back toward her, she shrieked and jumped back on the bed. "No no," he said, both hands held up in front of him as he stepped across the threshold. "I'm not gonna hurt you! Please, please! I just want to pay for my Synth and go!" "I... I didn't build it!" "You what?!" "Snapdragon," Freya shouted, and 8 Synths around the room, in various stages of completedness, stood up, their eyes trained on Kerr. She wrapped the sheet tighter around herself and retreated further onto the bed. "Whoa... hey... no, there's no need for that! We're just... having a conversation!" "One word, Mr. Shaughnessey. One word from me and they'll kill you. You're trespassing, and no court in-" "I get it, I get it!" "I think it's time for you to go, sir." Kerr winced, feeling every ounce of the slight, but hesitantly shook his head. "I need that Synth. You called me and told me it was done!" "I... I thought... I didn't build it yet," Freya said, insistently. "Come back in ten days." "Ten days!?" "Y-yes." She nodded, less insistently. "You don't understand, I can't wait that long!" "Oh, sure, because men have such pressing and unfulfilled needs for sex. You can't wait ten days?" "Wait, you're the builder?" "Eight days. I can have it done in eight days. It's already been two since you placed the order..." She trailed off when she looked up to see him staring at her curiously. Her hand rose up, and she touched the gray earpiece with her fingertip. "Now is really not a good time." "Eight days is too long," he said, looking past her. "Too close... don't know when it's happening." "When what is happening?" "I.. I don't..." Freya frowned and looked to her left, for a moment, before letting the sheet fall away completely. She tilted her head as she stepped down off the bed, nude but for her black lace bra. Her clit had shrunk in size, but was still large enough to peek out from her mound and matching purple carpet. Kerr's eyes opened wide, and he found a very interesting upper corner of the room to stare at. "Ooooh, come now Mr. Shaughnessey. Where did all that bluster go?" "I..." He swallowed hard. "Please. I'm sorry. I thought y-" "You thought I was a Synth. Yes," she said, as she stalked around him. "We covered that." "I'm begging you, please don-" Kerr was cut short by her upraised index finger. Freya tilted her head again, this time looking straight down at her feet. After a moment, her eyes began to wander about the room. After a solid minute, she nodded tightly and turned to him. "Your order was very specific. It's obvious that I'm what you want. Fuck me instead." "What? No, I..." And then he began to look at her. To really look at her. "I know you enjoyed yourself. The proof is running down my thighs right now." Her even, measured delivery and direct eye contact made him recoil slightly, but such was his need that he did not look away. As she continued, she slowly closed the space between them. "Obviously, it wouldn't be anything serious, but you could have me instead, and I promise you the real thing is better." She purred the last part. Kerr grunted, as if punched, as she pressed her nearly nude body against his. "I wasn't buying you-uh-it for sex!" "There's no need to be coy," she said. "We're all consenting adults here." "No," he stammered. "I didn't buy a Synth for sex with me!" Freya narrowed her eyes. "Well at least I'm someone's type." She took a half step back and folded her arms across her chest. "So you were just... what? Putting me through my paces?" "I said I was sorry! I just... I really can't talk about it." Freya turned and handed him his coat. "I'll see you in eight days, Mr. Shaughnessey." "Please," he begged. "How did you even afford one of my Synths, anyway?" "What, you mean because I'm a man?" Freya nodded expectantly. "Spent my life's savings," he said challengingly. "Shit, you are desperate!" "Yeah, well, they'll kill me otherwise." His eyes burned now. "How is that my problem," she said coldly. "Look, I couldn't possibly build it any faster." "You'll help me then, like you said." "Oh no. I think the stakes got too high for me as soon as you said 'they'll kill you'." Suddenly, Kerr seemed much taller. She took another half step back, but he loomed over her. His eyes darkened. "Who told you you could think?" "Huuuu..." Freya trembled. Her eyes fell, utterly unable to compete with that gaze. "I... I..." "You're going to help me, and love every fucking second." "I..." Smack! Freya's vision blurred. "Every. Fucking. Second. Do you understand me?" "Yes," she cried out. "Good." Kerr's head tilted slightly, and his voice softened. "Are you-" "Don't ruin this for me," she hissed. "...Oh! Right! Ok! Um... I'm gonna quit while I'm ahead, and... I'll... get in touch with you... soon... with the details." Freya nodded, staring intently at the floor. When the door to the showroom slammed shut, she collapsed onto her stool. She nodded, paused, and nodded again more emphatically. Her eyes roamed over the objects in the room, and she breathed deeply. "Thank you," she said. She looked down at her groin for a long moment, and said "Well then I guess you're just getting handies for a while, aren't you? ... I didn't hear you complaining. ... We both know you could've if you wanted to. ... Yeah, that's what I thought." *** Freya stepped through the front door of her apartment an hour later, still in a daze. She fell back against the door as it slid shut behind her, and puffed out her cheeks emphatically. "I don't want to talk about it. ... Yeah, talk amongst yourselves. I don't care." She rubbed her eyes, and then winced. With purpose, she walked across her living room and through her bedroom to the mirror and sink. Her mouth fell open as she inspected the spot where he'd slapped her. Tentatively, she touched at the pink spot on her cheek and shuddered. She touched it again, gently. Her other hand slid down unconsciously and cupped itself over her sex. When she realized what she'd done a moment later, she gasped and backed away from the mirror. "No, it wasn't-... I mean, I didn't on purpose. No..." She turned and stared off into the distance for a moment, and the clapped a hand over her mouth. "Holy shit... I am kind of a dirty whore. ... Yeah... ... Yeah! ... Ok, you can stop anytime now. ... No no. It's alright. I think it's alright, anyway." She bit her lip and groaned as her clit slowly slid through her middle and ring fingers. Her other hand white-knuckled the sink as she drifted away, the earlier events still so vivid in her minds eye. She gasped, replaying through her degradation and domination at the hands of a man. A man!! She still couldn't get over that! Her mother would be so disappointed in her. She cried out, taking a firm grasp of her clit and stroking it slowly. Why did that make it even better?, she wondered. "When did you get so wise," she grunted, giving her clit a little extra squeeze of appreciation. "Fuck... fuck..." She pinched her eyes shut, trying to focus solely on how good it felt to touch herself, but it wasn't enough. Not tonight. Tonight, she needed more. "No," she grunted. "That would look needy. Plus he's probably not up for it already." She opened her eyes and stared at the mirror. At the hunger reflected in her own eyes. "I need a woman." *** "Frey?" Jeanne flushed and looked back over her shoulder worriedly before stepping out into the hall and shutting the door behind her. "Frey, what are you doing here? Are you ok?" Freya pushed the smaller woman back, and she hit the frame of her door with a soft thump. She gasped as Freya leaned in close, their left cheeks grazing each other as Freya stared thoughtfully at a bit of red lipstick on her shoulder. At the slight smudging of Jeanne's own lipstick. "Freya! Are you ok?" "You're not alone," Freya said, matter-of-factly. Jeanne flushed again and wrapped her robe tighter around herself. "No, I'm not." "Good," Freya said, as she reached behind the blonde and hit the entry switch. The door slid open, and Jeanne stumbled backwards into her apartment. "My, you're a tall one." Freya looked across Jeanne's small apartment. A dark haired woman, several years older than herself or Jeanne, stood with her hands firmly planted on her hips. Freya's eyes continued to travel downward, past the woman's bunched up skirt, over her impressive erection with a lipstick line halfway down, along her thin, dark-skinned legs, and finally stopping at her ridiculously high-angled six inch heels. "Miss Fields was just giving me an oral account of her qualifications for her performance review. She neglected to mention that she had plans for this evening," she finished, with an arched eyebrow and an expectant look. Jeanne squeaked. "I'm sorry, Miss Acevedo! I-I-I didn-" "Don't just stand there, Jeanne. Introduce me to your guest!" "Th-this is Freya," Jeanne said with a tight smile. "Freya To-" "You two are fucking, I assume? Good," she said, as Jeanne nodded reluctantly. "It's important to have a healthy sex life. Keeps the mind sharp." She lowered herself into an armchair and crossed her left leg over her right at the knee. "I think the evaluation can wait. Continue." Freya turned to her friend and grinned. Before Jeanne could react, Freya had dropped to her knees and parted the shorter woman's robe to reveal her bare, hairless mound. Finally, Freya thought as she leaned in. Her tongue slithered between Jeanne's folds, teasing out the drippings. Jeanne's eyebrows rose up, and she cooed as she untied and tossed down her silk robe. Freya fished around on the floor for a moment until her hand pulled out the silk belt. She grabbed Jeanne's wrists and pulled them back. Jeanne whimpered as Freya cinched the belt tightly, thrusting her modest bust forward as her shoulders pulled back. Her eyes flitted nervously over to her boss who had reclined slightly, chin rested on one hand while she slowly stroked herself with the other. Back down to Freya, who was staring up at her ravenously as she demonstrated a cunnilingual skill she'd been completely unaware of. She tilted her head back, and gave a long, wordless moan as the purple haired woman masterfully teased her into a frenzy. Soft, precise pressure, applied just so to her warm folds. Jeanne felt her knees weaken, and she found herself in danger of not only collapsing, but cumming extremely quickly. All hope of staving off either disappeared when Freya's fingers wrapped around her cheeks, middle fingers threatening her button. She cried out as she fell onto her couch, her back flat against the cushion. Freya took a deep gasp of air as her friend fell away. She helped soften the fall as much as she could, but her attention was already being drawn in another direction; Ms. Acevedo, bare from the waist down, stepped across the room. Freya kept one hand between the legs of her friend, fingers turned up to feather the g-spot she knew so well, while the other reached out to grasp her second cock of the night and guide it into her mouth. "Your friends ref-mmmmf... reflect well on you, Miss Fields." "Uh huh," Jeanne panted absently, as she writhed on the couch. Freya's fingers still worked a slow circle around Jeanne's g-spot, but her attention was almost completely on the fleshpole before her. "Sit up, Jeanne. Look at this woman's posture. The set of her shoulders as... mmmmm, fuck." Freya smiled inwardly as she brought the monologue to a halt with her tongue. "This is how you get ahuuuuu-...ahead, Jeanne." The older woman's hand fisted in Freya's hair. Her eyes rolled up as her mouth was used, and used greedily. Her throat relaxed, taking in the thick head loudly. Drool ran over her lips and off her chin, and she felt the warm, salty taste of precum on the back of her tongue as the heeled woman fucked her face. A full minute later, the older woman finally broke into her throat and held herself there. "That's right," she said hoarsely as her torso curled over Freya's head. "Take it all. Fuck, fuck!" Freya's face darkened as Ms. Acevedo continued to force herself deeper and deeper, until the throbbing head was buried fully in her neck. Freya coughed roughly. Coughed again, and at the third cough, she was finally released. She fell back, blurry-eyed, deliriously fighting for air, and as happy as she had ever been in her life. Precum and saliva ran in thick rivulets over her jaw and into dark stains on her clothes. "Strip," Ms. Acevedo said coarsely, as she stepped over to Jeanne. She hoisted up the limp woman's legs, folding them in tight. Jeanne moaned deeply, as she always did when she was penetrated anally. Ms. Acevedo leering gaze, however, was focused on Freya as she unzipped her unflattering coveralls to reveal the black lace lingerie she'd nearly forgotten she was still wearing. The dark-haired woman's eyes were drawn to her clit, which was peeking up through the waistband of her panties. Freya shuddered as she slipped them down her legs, as they were soaked with a full load of cum from Kerr and a healthy dose of her own fluids. The insides of her legs felt wet and cool from the contact. Finally, she reached back and unclasped her bra. The heat of the older woman's eyes had her touching herself immediately; one hand on her more-sensitive left breast, and the other softly jerking herself. "Here," she said to Freya. "Got her all warmed up for you. Hopefully I didn't stretch her out too much." Jeanne moaned as her bowels were vacated, her eyes rolling wildly. For the first time, Freya got a good look at Ms. Acevedo cock. She couldn't believe she'd taken all of that... She smiled as she stepped between Jeanne's quivering legs. The smaller blonde looked up at her with quiet need, and tucked elbows behind knees. They groaned together as she burrowed into Jeanne's ass. The older woman had stretched her a bit. Freya quickly set a fast pace, thrusting in and out of her friend with a ferocity to match her own deep need to cum. Ms. Acevedo settled down onto her knees beside Jeanne. "Tell me how your ass tastes," she sneered, as she offered the blonde her swollen head. Jeanne twisted to take it eagerly, suckling and moaning. Freya's eyes widened sharply, watching the casual display of dominance and acceptance. The thud-thud-thud of thighs on cheeks reverberated through her body and she moaned deeply. Jeanne's head turned slightly, and as she gazed at Freya through heavy lidded eyes, with her cheek swollen large with the head of her bosses cock, Freya came. Hard. Her gush burst out of her, covering the blonde's cheeks and couch in a splash of clear, sticky fluid. Her eyes closed, and she panted heavily in the wake of a thoroughly-massive orgasm. Her body shivered as Jeanne tightened down on her, clamping and trapping the engorged clit inside. She cooed as she felt the drippings of her cum running down her thighs, never so happy to feel so dirty. She would never be able to lie to Jeanne again about how often, or how forcefully, she came. It was a watershed moment, and a deep flush of crimson broke across her face. Jeanne's cheeks darkened as well, and her eyes sought an unoccupied corner of the room to focus on. Freya lifted her knees up onto the couch, each to the outside of Jeanne's hips. Ms. Acevedo gazed lustfully down her backside as Freya grabbed both of Jeanne's nipple and tugged upwards. Jeanne arched her back and winced as Freya twisted the hardened nubs. A loud, slurping pop preceded a whine from Jeanne, and the older woman slipped off the couch. Jeanne repositioned her feet against Freya's shoulders, semi-supporting the purple haired woman as she leaned forward. She took her right breast back from Freya, and sucked the nipple up into her mouth hungrily. Freya cooed as she felt the older woman's thick member press lengthwise against her ass, faux-thrusts pushing it up and along her cheeks in a teasing of the reaming to come. It felt like it took forever to travel in either direction for the length of it. Freya winced in anticipation as the last pullback was not immediately followed by a push. "I'll tell you this, Miss Freya," she said, as she guided the head down to Freya's button. "You have what it takes to go faaaar in the legal profession." She grunted and pushed, and Freya cried out. "Fuck... if you're at all unhhuuuu... unhappy with your current profession... I think we can find someplace to stick you-fuck!" Freya groaned, relishing the joyously painful spreading of her hips. "Incredible benefits..." Freya's mouth fell open as the dark-haired woman split her in half. Her hips screamed in blissful agony as she was filled beyond their capacity with blood-engorged flesh. She sucked her lower lip fully into her mouth and drew short, shallow breaths through her nostrils. Her clit felt impossibly tight inside of her friend, as if it too was filled beyond what nature had designed it for. Jeanne cooed lightly with each of Ms. Acevedo's thrusts, as she was fucked by proxy, but her eyes still refused to rise up to meet Freya's. Freya gave another vicious twist to the one remaining nipple in her grasp and, with a from-the-bowels scream, Jeanne came again. Her stomach ground against the smaller woman's dripping pussy, leaving a faint white smear from just below her belly button to the top of her folds. Spurred on by the side effects of her actions, Ms. Acevedo began plowing her harder, and Freya had to let go of her friend to use both hands to brace herself against the back of the couch. The faint taste of blood in her mouth, as she bit into her lip. "Looks like someone's already gotten a bit of a spanking tonight," the older woman said. "I would ask if you've been a bad girl, but it's pretty apparent what the answer is." There was a brief hesitation in the thrusting as she reared back and brought her hand down hard on the bright pink, vaguely-hand-shaped spot on Freya's right cheek. Freya cried out, cursing and wincing as sharp, acute pain layered on top of the dull throbbing that had been there all along. "I'm gonna cum," Freya bellowed, her face pinching tightly. "Not yet, you're not," Ms. Acevedo said, as she pulled back on Freya's hips. Freya tumbled to the floor and spun, eyes wide with shock as her orgasm teetered on the edge. She could still feel it, nearly built to completion but hovering. "You'll cum when I'm in your mouth." Freya whimpered and opened wide while her left hand scooped up her clit and stroked mindlessly, and as she took hold of Freya's hair... as Freya's lips stretched around the shaft... as Freya's tongue came alive with the taste of her own musk... as Freya's jaws were forcibly spread apart... as Freya twisted her own left nipple like a dial... as Freya's deep, orgasmic cries were choked off... only then did Ms. Acevedo finally cum. "Yes!" she screamed, throwing her head back. "Yes!" she screamed, as she stuffed herself back into Freya's throat. "Yes!" she screamed, as she emptied herself. "Look at her, Jeanne," she said, holding Freya tightly in place while the pulsing rod cut off her air supply. "Look at her. This is what it is to fuck... fuuuuck... this is what it is to have power." She let go of Freya's hair, and Freya fell back gasping. Light Rays Coming Out of the Computer Ch. 02 "This could be your future, Jeanne." She stood tall and proud, her cock drooling a thick mixture of saliva and cum onto the cream carpet below. "You've got the mind for it, and you've certainly got the drive." She stepped over Freya, addressing the depleted blonde directly. "The big question mark for you has always been whether or not you have the stomach for what needs to be done. ...You can go now, Freya," she added over her shoulder. Freya weakly slid herself into her coveralls and scooped up her lingerie while the older woman watched with a contemptuous smile. "The Law Firm of Biddle and Wainright thanks you." Jeanne and Freya shared a tired and confused look before Freya stumbled out the door. "Me neither," Freya said absently, as she flopped into the back seat of the cab. *** Freya's eyes nearly popped out of her skull as she walked through the sushi restaurant that was their normal Tuesday meeting place. "Me neither," she said. By the look on Jeanne's face, she really hadn't expected Freya to come either. It took everything she had to continue walking, lunch tray in hand. Jeanne's face was blank as the Freya sat down, and an awkward silence settled in. Jeanne's mouth opened two minutes later, but she closed it again before making a sound. Freya nibbled at her sushi, but her appetite had fled her the moment she'd finished paying for her food and turned around. Jeanne frowned at her glass of tea. Any time either one of them attempted to make eye contact, the other looked away. "Ok, this is ridiculous," Freya said, blushing intensely. "I'm... so sorry. I had no business showing up at your place like that." "...yeah..." "I don't know what came over me!" "It was... really... like..." "Awkward! I know! Fuck!" "Frey, you know I'm your friend, but... like... Are you..." Jeanne bit her lip and furrowed her brow. "...am I..." "It's just sex, Frey." "Oh! Oh, oh god. Good." "Good?" "Yeah! I thought you were going to say something else." "What did you think I was gonna say?" "That's... uh... not important." "Are you... like... ok?" She winced as she continued. "My boss was a little rough on you." "Yeah... yeah, I'm..." She looked away, blushing all over again. Awkward silence crept in for a moment. "Thank you... for coming." "Did you go to Kettl yesterday?" Freya shook her head. "You didn't either?" "I didn't know what to say." "Me neither..." "...So... " "..." Freya swallowed hard. "That's what your orgasms are like, huh?" "Fuck," she mumbled under her breath. "Yeah..." "Why didn't you tell me that's what you like! Here I thought I was making it happen for both of us!" "Sooooo... remember how I was suppooosed to meet that Kerr guy Sunday night?" "Oh wow, I completely forgot! How did... did he not show? Is tha-" A small smile began to creep across Freya's lips. "... no. No, he did show, didn't he?" Freya's smile widened considerably, and Jeanne planted her jaw on her palm. "Oh whoa, oh my God. Spill! Spill!!" Freya frowned and held up a finger with one hand, while with her other hand she touched her omni-present earpiece. Jeanne bubbled in her seat, taking bites she wasn't tasting and sips that were forgotten before she swallowed. "No. ... Handle it, Frannie. ... Just... tell him I'm unavailable. ... I can't right now, Frannie. ... Frannie... Frannie... Yes I know you're having two conversations at once. That was my design." Freya's shoulders slowly slumped as she went on. "Does he understand that this is really not a good time? ... alright. Tell him I'll be there in 20 minutes." She finally let her hand down from her earpiece and sighed. "Jeanne, I'm so sorry-" "No! If you've gotta go, you've gotta go!" Freya shoveled a few quick bites of sushi into her mouth, and washed it down with a big gulp of water. "Shit," she mumbled. "I didn't think he'd be one of the clingy ones." "Ooooooh, that's never a good sign. There's nothing worse than a clingy guy. Does he have crazy eyes?" "What? No? I don't think so..." "Good. Crazy eyes are the worst." "What do crazy eyes look like?" Jeanne bit her lip for a moment, and then made frighteningly direct contact with widened eyes. "Oh. Oh. No, nothing like that." "Ok good. We've got a secretary at the office who does that. Nobody will fuck him unless they're really hard up, and never more than once." *** "Hello Madam! Welcome to Midgard Custom Synthetics Boutique, a division of the Charot Corporation. How can I assist you?" Freya sighed. "Where is he, Frannie?" "Mr. Shaughnessey is waiting in the back!" She rolled her eyes as she stalked across her storefront, and then widened them dramatically as she saw Kerr holding up the tipped-over Synth head. "Put that down," she cried. "Friend of yours?" He scoffed and carefully replaced the half finished synthetic skull. Freya nervously laughed and scurried in behind him as he walked away to adjust the head slightly. "I didn't really get a chance to look around before, but this place is amazing." "Frannie said this was important?" "Right!" He fast-walked over to a garment bag hung over the string by the bed. "Here is your dress." "My what?" "The meeting is in 20 minutes." "My what?" "We don't have a lot of time," he said, lifting a red dress out of it's container. "My what?" "Your dress. For the meeting." "What meeting?" "The one in 20 minutes." Freya pinched her face tightly and held up her index finger. "This is me pushing the reset button," she said, poking the air. Kerr tilted his head confusedly. "Hello Kerr. Welcome to the employees-only section of my store." "You have employees?" Freya snarled in frustration. "You said you were going to get in touch with me with details!" "Yeah, sorry about that. The timeline is kind of out-of-my-hands." Freya rolled her eyes as she began to strip out of her unflattering work attire, and Kerr nodded appreciatively. "You're gonna need to do something with your hair and makeup too." "What's wrong with my makeup?" "Funny story. So... they're expecting a Synth." "You want me to pretend to be one of my sexbots?" "-Which shouldn't be too hard! Your units are infamous where I come from for being very lifelike." Freya nodded, but cut off when he added, "Yanno. To an extent." "Thanks," she said with a wince. "18 minutes." "I'm going," she snapped, as she stared down at her lingerie and deemed it insufficient. She sighed as she stripped nude and snatched the dress from his hands. "Why am I pretending to be a Synth again?" "We don't have time for a whole question and answer session here! We have 17 minutes to be someplace that's 15 minutes away!" She came to a dead stop with the dress bunched around her waist. "You owe me. Big time." Kerr nodded and waved his hands hurriedly. He produced a matching pair of pumps, and Freya grabbed a few bits and pieces from the makeup set she normally used on her Synths. "Where are we going," she asked as they settled into the back of the cab. She raised her eyebrows and watched him out of the corner of her eye while she deftly applied a colorful layer of war paint. "The less you know, the better." He stared out the window over the vast expanse of Green Mountain City, but he was a thousand miles away. "Are you gonna tell me anything? Seriously... like... anything?" "Just... follow my lead when we get there." "Fuck," she muttered, as she twisted the mirror this way and that to check her work. "So... where do you come from?" "...what?" "You said I was infamous where you come from." "Oh. I meant... um... I'm a prostitute." Freya looked down. "Yep, you sure did," she muttered. Kerr turned to look at her. "What?" "I said 'You must go for top bid'." She winced and looked away. "Well it's not like they give out awards, but... I guess I do okay." Freya looked around. She looked at the door handle, and then to Kerr, and then back to the handle shaking her head vigorously. Then she looked at the alcohol dispenser and nodded tightly. Then nodded again. Kerr saw none of it as he stared out the window, lost in thought. *** Freya did her best impression of Frannie's bright-yet-slightly-vacant smile as she followed Kerr into the back room of a Bail Bondswoman's office. Two women waited with annoyed expressions, although the shorter one's began to warm instantly. Kerr furrowed his brow. "Regina's not here?" "I like your taste," the smaller, reddish haired one said, as she bit her knuckle and stared at Freya. "Why are any of us here," the taller one droned. "We've been over this a hundred times." "Oh, was I supposed to give a copy of our plans to commit theft to the builder so it could come pre-loaded? That would have been smart. Why didn't I think of that?" The taller woman's face soured. "Still not sure why we need to be here." "She... needed to know who you two are, and I didn't want to upload your whole lifes stories. No more details than she needs." "Who cares what you tell her? We're gonna incinerate her afterwards." "Damn shame," said the smaller one. "Does she have the clit?" "Yes," Kerr said testily. "And don't worry. I'll take care of this thing afterwards." "You're the boss," the taller one said with a smirk Kerr didn't see. "Damn shame." Kerr turned back to Freya, and said, "Pay attention, you piece of shit." Freya smiled brightly. "I hang on your every word, master!" He stared at her for a moment, and then bent over the table. A half dozen blueprints and photos were scattered across the holo-interface. Kerr pressed his finger down over one of the blueprints, and it expanded until it took up the entire table. Freya entered the club and proceeded straight through to the bar. She engaged hunter mode while she waited for her order of vodka cranberry to be filled. The entire facility was packed, and she pinched her eyes shut for a moment and shook her head. "Not now. ... Not now. Not now! ... No!" She politely turned away two girls, downed her drink with the little pink pill Kerr had given her, and moved out onto the far edge of the dance floor. "This," Kerr said, pulling up a handful of surveillance photos shot from a full mile away, "is Marie Maldonado, better known as Marie the Clit." Marie had a small face framed by black hair, but her eyes burned. "She'll be in the VIP section in the back, surrounded by thugs and pretty buzzed by the time we get you in there. It won't take her long to find you with hunter mode on, looking like you do. Guaranteed." "I'm not drunk," Freya shouted, drunkenly, at the muscle-bound woman in the tight-fighting suit. "I ain't hurtin' nobody!" "Just come with me, Miss. The boss would like a word with you." "Izz... izz the boss hot?" "She's dangerous," Kerr said warily. The taller woman's light smile faded as well, and the shorter one looked like she was going to be sick. "Obviously, the alcohol won't affect you, but you'll need to pretend it is. I've never seen her go near the sober ones." "Don't worry, Master," Freya said brightly. "I'll do whatever you say!" "Sit," Marie said, gesturing. "Whoooooa," Freya said woozily. "The dust is kicking in too! Alright!" The Clit smiled lasciviously as Freya stumbled into the otherwise empty booth. "Sounds like you're having a really good time tonight," she said, her smile darkening to match her long pitch black hair. "That's good. Nicoletta!" A blond bodyguard turned toward the table. "Another bottle, and two of whatever she's having." The blonde nodded and stalked off. "My name is Marie, by the way." "Your name is Candy," Kerr said. "It's whatever you say it is, Master," Freya said brightly. "Ugh, that thing is sickening," the taller woman said contemptuously, folding her arms across her petite chest. "Are you sure we have to destroy it," the smaller woman asked, twirling her reddish hair in her fingers. "Absolutely," Marie said, as she turned to waggle her eyebrows at one of the other guests in the VIP section. "Have as much as you want." "Great," Freya slurred. "It was one of those kindsa weeks were a gurl rully needs to just.. let looooose. D'you wanna hear about it?" "If I have to hear you tell the whole story again about how your amazing powers of whore-perception figured all this out, I'll kill you right now." Kerr rolled his eyes and looked back down at the table. As soon as he did, the redhead gave the taller woman a meaningful glare, and the taller one mouthed back 'what.' Neither of them paid the slightest attention to Freya. "Really not a good time," Freya said, to no one in particular. She watched the floor counter for the elevator shoot past 100. "Awww," Marie said. "You're not gonna be sick, are you?" "No, it's not that-" "Good!" Marie grinned widely. "I hope you like it kinky," she said, as she pulled Freya into a passionate kiss. Freya had no trouble sinking into the submissive role as the shorter woman shoved her back into the corner of the elevator. Well manicured hands mauled her, roaming over and under her dress. She moaned as the raven haired woman coaxed out her clit. "H-how kinky are we talking about?" Freya said, as Marie moved to lay a trail of kisses down the side of her neck. "From what I can tell, what happens inside that apartment with women is very different from what happens with me or any other men. We leave bruised. Sober women, same thing. But the drunk ones? They leave just fine, if a bit confused. I have no idea what you're gonna walk into, but it's our best shot." "Come on," the taller one said. "Let me kill him. Regina will understand." "Mommies hoooooome," Marie shouted, as she ran through the open elevator doors with her arms spread out like wings. "Yaaaaaaaay!" Freya remained stock still inside the lift, quietly processing the full-grown woman running pell mell up and down the halls of her elegant penthouse suite. The living room alone doubled her own entire apartment. "Yes," she said quietly. "Research would have been helpful." "Come on, Mommy! It's dinnertime!!" came the newly-high pitched voice of Marie Maldonado from somewhere deep in her apartment. "Whatever it is, you've gotta keep her occupied for about 15 minutes. There's a time-release lockout between the elevator door of her apartment and her outer vault door." "I'm... coming... schweetie..." "Mommy, are you drunk again?" Freya tapped her earpiece and started the countdown as she staggered through the expansive apartment. "Just a... Just a... hic... little..." She couldn't stop herself from giggling. As she neared the end of the hall, her eyes widened dramatically. Each step brought more of the room at the end into her view; it was absolutely trashed. Paint, crayon, and marker all over the wall, tables tipped over. At least two broken lamps. "Whaaaat the..." "You need to be ready for anything," Kerr said, "and you have to like it." Freya's head fell slightly to the side. "What happened in here?!" "I'm sorry," Marie whimpered. "I made a meeess." Freya was very proud of herself for managing to keep a straight face. The most dangerous woman she'd ever met, in her admittedly sheltered life, had... "...and you have to like it," Kerr said. "Am I going to get spanked?" Marie seemed to curl in on herself, wincing at the slightest reaction from Freya, whose eyes merely widened even further. The room, which was ostensibly a baby blue color underneath the layers of ruin inflicted upon it, technically contained everything to define it as a nursery. There was a crib, and an oversized changing station, and a playpen, although none of them were in usable condition. "...and you have to like it," Kerr said. "I... uh... I..." "...and you have to like it," Kerr said. "Yes," she said, slightly more forcefully. "Yes, you're going to get spanked." "...and you have to like it," Kerr said. She moved hesitantly over to a big arm chair in the corner of the room, the only piece of furniture not completely destroyed, and sat down. Marie still stood in the middle of the room, nibbling on the tip of her index finger, when Freya patted her knee. "C'mon." Marie, with her straight black hair framing her face, in her light suit jacket and turtleneck and pants with heels, looked every bit ready to step into a board room. In the club, she had been possessed of a self-confidence to make anyone think twice about even-slightly prolonged eye contact, and yet, as she slouched across the room, Freya saw none of it. She saw a little girl. "Don't go as hard as you went last time, Mommy. That huuuuurt." As Marie stripped off the black pants and bent over her knee, Freya bit her lip and raised her arm. It hovered there, floating in the air. She stared down fearfully and you have to like it, he'd said. She pinched her eyes shut and shook her head as the girl looked back up at her. "Mommy?" And you have to like it, Kerr had said. You have to like it. How bad could it be, she thought. Yes, she'd recently come to the realization of how deeply she preferred to be the sub in a sexual setting, but it wasn't like she'd never topped before. Yes, her mothering years had yet to begin, but it wasn't like she didn't know how to spank someone; her own mother had done it plenty enough to her. Yes, it was a little weird that this full-grown woman liked to pretend to be 8 and was putting Freya in a position where she was going to... that thought process went nowhere good. You have to like it, Kerr said. Here goes nothing, she thought. "What have I told you?!" she shouted, her hand landing again with a tremendous thunderclap. "How many times have I said not to leave your room a mess?!" "No, Mommy! NO!" "Shut up!" she roared. Another smack, as her hand crashed into the steadily-pinkening flesh. "You were a very, very bad gurl, and Mommy did not want to come home to this!" Heavy spanks punctuated each emphasized word as she shouted. The girl whimpered, her hands flailing indecisively between trying to cover herself and reaching for something to hold on to. Freya panted, having exerted herself unexpectedly, while the girl sobbed. Her hand throbbed in time with her heartbeat, and the girl's cheeks were inflamed. "I don't even know what to... to do with you, Marie," she said, nearly forgetting she still had to act drunk in addition to everything else. Real tears streaked the girls face as she slid off of Freya's legs and onto her hands and knees. "I'm sorry, Mommy," she bleated, "I'm sorry!" "Sorry isn't going to fix this room!" Freya fell back in the chair with a huff, and looked around. "You've got some ssssserious work to do, young lady." "Can I have a binkie first?" the girl sniffled. Freya blinked. "Umm... sure?" Marie nodded and put her hands on Freya's knees. Freya's eyes widened in alarm as the gap between her legs were spread, and moments later the girl was pushing up on Freya's dress. Just that quickly, her head was buried in Freya's lap, teasing out Freya's clit. She opened her mouth to protest, and and you have to like it, Kerr said. Light Rays Coming Out of the Computer Ch. 02 Her physical reaction was at the mercy of a skilled tongue, and she covered her mouth to stifle a groan. Her clit unsheathed in the warm, moist confines of the girl's mouth. Thankfully, the girl's eyes were closed, or she would have seen the almost-discomfort on Freya's face. It wasn't quite 'actual discomfort', as Marie clearly knew her way around a clitoris, but it was certainly something in the vicinity. Freya barely repressed a shudder, instead passing it off as a drunken slouching. The girl ate it up. "Fwa fwou," she babbled. "Don't talk with your mouth full," Freya slurred. The girl giggled as she slowly backed off. "Thank you, Mommy." "Oh you're not done yet," Freya said, grabbing the girls head and impaling her face on the rigid clit. "You'll keep sucking until I say you're done." The girl mumbled affirmatively and nodded her head. At least, she nodded as much as she was able to with Freya pinning her down. Freya feared where things might go next, and felt far more comfortable with just this. For several minutes, the girl happily slurped away, and Freya almost forgot what she was really doing, or who she was doing it with. A few times, the girl tried to back off, but Freya pushed her back down. Each time she pushed the girl down, she stayed down and content for a shorter period of time, until eventually she tried to push off immediately after being shoved back down. In a desperate attempt to maintain control of the situation, Freya grabbed a fistful of the girls thick black hair, and shoved her down again. And again. And again. It wasn't until the girl began to moan, in tones she herself had been known to make, that she realized what they'd stumbled onto; Marie, in addition to other things, was an oral slut! As Freya forced the girls lips against her groin for the umpteenth time, she began to feel the rhythm of the moment rather than just her tenuous control over the situation. "That's right, suck it you little slut!" Freya almost blushed as much as the girl did. Just hearing those words out loud went a long way for her. "Mommy," the girl said after fighting herself free, "is the binkie gonna give me any milk? A growing girl needs milk!" "Iiiiiiiii think that's enough binkie time for now," Freya said, laughing nervously. "You... you have cleaning to do, young lady." The girl frowned, and nodded as she stood up. Copious amounts of Marie's saliva was slathered over and between Freya's thighs, and Freya seriously considered not pulling her dress back down at all. She turned and smirked at a broken chair leg, and nearly choked on her own tongue when she looked back across the room. Marie had managed to strip nude without Freya seeing, and had bent at the waist to scoop up a purple doll from the ground. What had Freya in fits, though, was the shape her straightened legs, still in heels, as she reached behind herself to spread her lips. Freya's eyes widened considerably as she wobbled to her feet. Marie had... quite a form... "Why is it always the crazy ones," she mumbled distractedly, unable to tear her eyes away. "What was that, Mommy?" "I said, my girl always has baby voice...?" "Your silly," the girl giggled, and Freya laughed nervously again. "You can put it in my butt if you want. I already had my dirty diaper for the night." "Uhhhhh... oh wow hey! What's that?" she said, pointing past Marie to the wreck of the changing station. The girl half stood and frowned, but Freya struck from behind with the broken chair leg moments later. Marie tumbled to the floor, and struggled to focus her eyes as she looked back at Freya. "Oh shit," Freya shouted, and struck Marie clean across her face with another swing. This time, she went down and stayed down. "Thank you very much," she shouted at her waist. "I mean, when I realized she was still conscious, I knew I had to do something, but if it wasn't for you shouting 'hit her again!', I don't know what would have happened! ... Yeah. Heroine of the day." Freya sighed as she brought up the display on her earpiece. 4 minutes left. She went into the kitchen, grabbed a knife, and cut some strips out of a ruined piece of bedding from the nursery to make some bindings. Wrists behind the back, knees, and ankles, all bound tightly. "Yeah, well, what'd she expect," she said, gesticulating at the broken chair leg, "talkin' about diapers. Diapers aren't sexy. Those heels? Sexy. The glasses she had on in the club? Sexy. Diapers? No." She turned back to the changing stationed and held out both hands. "No offense. Look, I know you don't have a choice... no... ... I... ... Okay, I'm sorry. I'm sure you're very sexy for a changing table. ... Yeah, well, I get to be a bit judgey since I'm pretty sure she was gonna have me killed later. ... Oh please. A woman like that? I'm sure she's fine with lots of people all over the city knowing all about her kinks. ... He said they left looking fine, but did he ever see them again? ... Exactly. ... Exactly. I'd have told Jeanne every bit of that. In a heartbeat." She watched as the counter on her display ticked down to zero, and strode back into the spacious living room. The painting of the sailboat was right where Kerr said it would be. The keypad behind it was right where Kerr said it would be, and when she punched in the code he'd given her, a huge section of the wall swung open. Just like Kerr said it would. She went over to the intercom in the wall by the door, and took a few breaths, each one quicker and shallower than the one before. "Help!" she screamed, mashing buttons frantically. "Which one is call!! I need-" "Yes Ms. Maldonado, what can we do for you?" "I'm not-.. .like, her, like... I need help!" "Ma'am, calm down. Where is Ms. Maldonado?" "She fell and hit her head! She regained consciousness, but she's feeling woosy." "Alright. We've gotten an ERT on the way. Do you require medical assistance too?" "No," Freya said impatiently. "Just send someone quick." She took a deep breath as the line went dead, and sat down on the couch. "Once the outer vault door is open, we can come and go from the elevator. Kem and Rae," the taller and shorter women nodded, respectively, "and I will come in posing as the ERT. They'll take care of the vault." "Alright," Rae giggled, as she began to disassemble her EZ Heart Restart kit. "3 minutes. Time me!" "No," Kem said disinterestedly, as she turned and walked deeper into the apartment. Freya, still nude and doing her best to be oblivious about it, got up and walked to stand next to Kerr. Rae stared at her almost the entire time as she reassembled the loose electronics into a small device that she attached to the keypad on the inner vault door. "What the Frack," Kem shouted from far down the hall. Freya was quite proud of herself for not reacting as she followed Kerr and Rae down the hall. No one said anything as they surveyed the nursery, or the unconscious form of Marie Maldonado. Kem immediately walked back out of the room, shaking her head with Marie slung over her shoulder. Kerr giggled and bit his finger. "I have... so many questions," Rae said, as she followed Kerr and Freya back to the vault door. "Fuck, it's a shame we have to destroy you." "Retina scan complete," came a smooth, synthesized voice from the wall. Kem dropped Marie to the floor unceremoniously, and the inner vault door popped open an inch as the maglocks released without fanfare. "Once we're in, we've got 10 minutes before the front desk gets notified of vault inactivity, so we get in there and unload everything we can get our hands on. Drugs, credits, collectables, gold; Doesn't matter. All of it is valuable. Once we get it out of the vault, we'll shut it back up and divide it amongst ourselves." "Um..." "What the fuck is this?!" Kem shouted. Kerr stepped dumbfoundedly into the empty vault, shaking his head slightly as he looked over empty shelf after empty shelf. "This was full," he said distantly. "Two days ago. Full." Freya's eyes were drawn to the pedestal in the middle of the small room, on which sat a single brown box with a red button on top. Her head tilted slightly as her brow bunched in confusion. "What's a MacGuffin," she said, looking down at her exposed clit, and everyone turned to stare at her. Light Rays Coming Out of the Computer Ch. 03 "What's a MacGuffin," I ask, looking down at my clit. "First of all," my clit says, sounding very annoyed with me, "how do you not know what that is? Second of all, I think everyone is staring at us." I look up as casually as I can manage and smile brightly. "Is this some kind of quiz?" Rae asks, wincing. "Was that in one of those documents I didn't read?" "Do you know what that is, Synth?" The taller one is so livid, she's nearly purple. She's talking to me, but she's staring a hole through the side Kerr's head. How can he not feel her staring at him like that? "Of course I know what the... MacGuffin... is," I say, smiling but wracking my brain. "It's..." Everyone leans toward me slowly as I stall. "..." "Is it broken?" "Candy!" Kem steps over to me and grabs my shoulders. "What is this fucking box?" I try to keep the smile in place, but... I swear I know that name. Behind her, Kerr pushes the red button on the box. It makes a tiny puttering sound, and begins to hover in the air. "Oh," I scream, watching the box. Everyone jumps. "The MacGuffin! It's... Oh my god, that's the MacGuffin. What the fuck is that doing here?!" "You're doing a terrible job of pretending to be a robot, Frey." "Right! Uh... Bleep Bloop!" "Jesus," my clit shouts. "You're supposed to be a Synth, not a Mr. Coffee!" A somewhat-dumbfounded, somewhat-confused silence has settled over the others, but they're about to erupt. "That's the prototype for anti-grav technology," I say, pointing. Everyone turns back to stare at the unassuming brown box, with the red button on top, hovering quietly in the air. "Developed in 2194," I think, "by Dr. Andrea MacGuffin." Total guess. I know it's called the MacGuffin though. "Noo, no no no no," Kerr mumbles, raking his fingers through his hair. "Well," Kem says angrily, "what the fuck is it doing here?" "She was making some big move," he says frantically. "A lot of what she had in here was sentimental stuff, niche value. Said she was trading up! How the fuck..." "Kerr, how are we supposed to divide up a box that floats?" Kerr is completely lost. As he melts down in front of me Kem and Rae share a tight nod, and a lot of little pieces fall together for me. Before they can act, I reach out and snag Rae's pistol off her hip. "Get back," I shout, pointing the surprisingly heavy handgun at the taller woman, "or I'll fill you with... whatever this thing shoots." Kem shoots Rae a nasty look, and all three of them raise their hands. "Not you, Kerr. Grab that thing and get out here." I give my arm a little twinge and Kem flinches, backing further into the vault. "What the fuck is this, Kerr? I thought we had a deal." Kem seems cool under the pressure, but her brow quickly populates with sweat beads. "Regina's not gonna be happy." "They were about to kill us both," I say as Kerr joins me at the vault door, MacGuffin tucked under his arm. "Aww, come on, Kerr," Rae says. "Who're you gonna believe? Us or a damn Synth" "It ain't no Synth, moron." "Oh," Rae says, coloring slightly. "I'd still do her." Kem turns on her, nostrils flaring. "Will you stop thinking about sex for One Goddamn Job?!" I push Kerr out of the vault behind me, and keep the pistol trained on Kem as I slowly back out. "Wait, wait," she cries. "You don't seem like a killer." "That's why I'm not shooting you," I say defiantly, as I put my hand on the vault door. "You lock us in here, and she'll find us later. That's a fate worse than death." Rae seems a few seconds slow on the uptake, but she's sweating nearly as hard as Kem once she figures it out. "How is that different from what you were gonna do to us," Kerr spits, and I go to slam the door shut. Kem quick-draws her pistol and gets a shot off before it slams shut, but a quick pat down over my body tells me I'm not missing any parts. "Hey, keep going," my clit shouts. "Don't leave me hanging!" Kerr falls back against the wall, panting. "Were they really gonna kill me?" Inside the vault, the two women pound on the door, their voices muffled. After a few seconds, it goes quiet. We both lean up against the vault door, listening. Bang. Bang. We both just stare at each other as it gets very quiet inside the vault. "Kem had been itching to kill you earlier," I say, looking down at the unconscious form of Marie. "What should we do with her?" "Leave her. She never saw me. She'll find the two of them in there and think that's the end of it." "But we're taking the MacGuffin. She'll know there were at least three thieves. Can she track you down? ...Can she track me down?" Kerr frowned and shook his head. "Rae put a bug in the cam system here to ruin any footage it finds with our facial features." I look back at the vault door and frown. "Did she already do it, or was she going to do it like.. now?" "Um," Kerr whimpers. "Shit, I don't know! Shit! I gotta call Regina!" He starts tapping furiously at his wrist, and cuts off with a gasp when I grab his arm and wrench it. "Who the fuck is Regina?" "She's the one who..." He trails off. "...The one who put you in touch with those two? The two who were gonna stab you in the back?" "Yeah," he says, crestfallen. "She was... sort of... the mastermind." "Yeeeaaah, we can't call her. For all you know, killing you was part of her plan, and at best, you just killed two of her friends!" Kerr frantically rakes his fingers through his mane. "What are we gonna do?! We can't leave all that evidence!" "...I could call my guy. He's good with security systems and-." "No!" he shouts, backing up. "We can't bring anyone else into this!" "He's done a lot for me. Some of it less than legal." "I don't like it." "Just... trust me. And make sure she's tied up tight. I'll see if he can help us." I shake my head and bring up the display on my earpiece, cursing as I scroll through my contact list. One tone. Two tones. "Hello, My love. What an unexpected surprise!" "She's good and tight," Kerr says. "What do I do now?" "Just... stand there and look pretty," I say, annoyed. "Listen, Guy, I know I have no right to ask it, but I need a huge favor." "Of course, my dear. Anything I can do to assist." I take a deep breath. "A friend and I are in some trouble." Kerr looks at me wide eyed. "I got dragged into a theft, and now I'm in way over my head." "Don't tell him that," Kerr hisses. "Go... find my dress or something," I shout, waving my hand dismissively. "It's in the other room." "Did the Synth market take a nosedive I don't know about?" "Look, I don't have a lot of time to explain, and I barely understand how I got here myself, but... just... can you help us get out of here?" The other end of the line is quiet for a moment. "Please?" "Are you drunk? You're drunk, aren't you! This is a lark." "Come on," I cry. "I feel bad enough that I don't even know your name!" "That's by design, my love I've already called up the elevator. You and your accomplice are to take it down to sub-basement two." "How the... How do you know where we are?" "What kind of hacker can't trace a call? Honestly..." "Oh my god, you do have a sense of humor! You were just fucking with me!" "I have not yet begun to fuck with you," he says, chuckling darkly. "Don't worry though. We'll have you out of there soon." "Kerr! Lets go!" Kerr comes out of the nursery with my red dress in hand, scratching his head. "Thank God that door was always locked," he says. "Now listen, Freya, this is really important. When the elevator opens, there are going to be a series of buttons. I need you to promise me you won't steal any of them. I can't be cleaning up your messes forever." Sounds more like cahn't when he says it. I sigh as the elevator dings. *** "You were to right worry. They did not scrub your faces," my guy says. "I can't scrub Maria's memory of you, but that's all they'll have to go on. That and the two corpses in the vault." "Might have been better if we'd killed her," I say. "What? No!" It's the first thing Kerr's said in a while. I'd almost forgotten he was here in the cab with me. "No one was supposed to die! That was the plan!" "No one but you. And me, but I guess I didn't count as far as they knew." "Fuck," he wheezes. "It was supposed to be simple! Why wasn't it simple?" "Because people are greedy assholes." "Women are greedy assholes," he grumbles. "Amen." "Nobody asked you," I snarl. The magcar locks into the autoelevator, and it lifts us up onto the top of third track. "I owe you big so it's not like I'm gonna hang up on you in a snit, but if this were any other conversation we were having, this is where I'd do it." "Noted," he says, and I swear I can hear him smiling. "What's he saying?" Kerr says, frantically. "Hey, Guy, can you... like... hack this cab so my friend Kerr can hear you? He's getting nervous." "I thought you'd never ask," he says, his voice coming through the speakers. "You little-... you were listening the whole time," I say. "What an ass," the door handle says. "Can you tell me what this ridiculous box is worth?" Kerr holds the MacGuffin up in the air. "Can you be more specific, my good man? That cab is not equipped with cameras." "It's the MacGuffin," I say. "I... you what? That's what you stole?" "Yes?" "You stole the MacGuffin?" "Yes?" "It's priceless! Even just as a collector's item it's priceless, and that's ignoring the fact that it contains technology worth money beyond counting." "So... a lot?" "Yes," I say, exasperatedly. "A lot." "That's assuming you can find a buyer." "Priceless..." he says, staring off. "Assuming you can find a buyer," my guy reiterates. "That's wonderful," I say, "but it doesn't explain why I had to pretend to be a sexbot." "You know, sometimes I ask myself... 'Self? Why do you do what you do?' This is why. Moments like this." "I'm really glad I could entertain you, but seriously. Kerr. What the fuck." At first he doesn't respond, just continues to stare out the window with a soft smile. When I repeat his name, he turns to me and smiles. "Touch yourself." "What?!" Even as I say it, I know it's not the right response. The right response is the one my body starts doing of its own accord. There's a moment, just a moment, where my mind and body are heading in different directions, but I know which will win out when I try (and fail) to look him in the eye. When I feel my hand sliding up my own thigh. Fuck me running, I'm his. "Two fingers inside yourself, and touch your breast too. Whichever is more sensitive." The bottom of my dress is pulled up and out of the way in seconds, and it only takes me a few more to work my left arm out and around the spaghetti strap so I can be bared and touching myself for him. My mother would kill me right now. My guy clears his throat. "If this is a bad time, I can-" "No," Kerr interjects. "I want you to hear this. I want her to know you're hearing it too." "Fuck," I mutter through gritted teeth. Why does that make it better?! God, I'm fucking sloshing down there! "Three fingers," and it's in there almost before he finishes saying it. I slide down in the bench seat a bit and kick my foot up against the front of the passenger section. "Now that's priceless." Out of the corner of my eye (since I can barely manage to look at him), I watch his lips turn as my clit begins to wake up. "Fuck you too, buddy! I was here before you, and I'll be here after y-mmmMMM!" My clit cuts off as I move my hand down from my breast and clamp my fingers around her. I whimper gloriously as I stroke and finger myself. "No," Kerr says. "Don't touch that." "Pleeeeease," I mewl, but it's a pathetic plea. He shakes his head, and my fingers are back on my nipple, twisting and tweaking, almost immediately. "May I make a suggestion?" "By all means," Kerr says, leaning back with a broad smile. "Suggest away." Suddenly, the magcar swerves hard to the right, and seconds later, swerves right again. "Don't stop," he says, incredulous at my shocked pauses. "In a moment, you're going to pull over one more time, at which point the cab will slow to a stop. You will be able to exit the car on your right, though I recommend you be careful. The drop off is quite steep." "Exit and do what?" "Fuck in front of a thousand people a minute," I whimper, as embarrassed as I am turned on. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." "Clever girl." "Fuck," I say, as I feel inertia toss me to the left, and then forward. As the car pulls to a stop, the gull wing door on my side swings up and out. It takes a lot of effort to stop touching myself for him long enough to step foot outside. "Won't someone call Magway Assistance?" "No. Do you want me to explain why, or do you want to step outside and fuck a woman on the hood of a car in broad daylight?" My stomach attempts to exit my body through my throat as I step out of the car. Three full steps would take me straight off the edge of the mag highway, with no railing before a 300 ft drop. I sidestep along the cab until I reach the front. The intense rush from fear only heightens the high, and watching Kerr stride purposefully toward me completely flattens me Metaphorically. "Pull your tits out," he says, as he pushes me forward. My palms smack against the fiberglass hood, and I squeal as he yanks my skirt up over my hips. I pull down on the front of my dress so hard that the one remaining shoulder strap snaps clean off. My nipples are as hard as rocks as he penetrates me, immediately launching into a furious fucking that gives my moaning a staccato quality. I grab hold of my clit, stroking with one hand while bracing with the other, but my attention is completely on the nearest lane of traffic. Several cars per second blow past me, the faces inside completely indistinguishable. That doesn't stop my imagination from painting a shocked expression on all of them, and why does that make it better?!?! My orgasm hits hard and fast, and kind of out of nowhere, and my knees want to buckle so badly. Almost all of my weight shifts forward onto the hood of the car. I manage to pull my eyes away from the constant stream of disapproval to look back over my shoulder at him, and his sneer is grotesque. He thinks he's doing this to me! ...Fuck my life if he isn't right! His lips are moving, but his mutterings are too quiet to be heard over the wind from so many cars. His mouth forms the word 'fuck' pretty fucking often, but I can't make out any other words. Can't tell if he's cursing at me or women in general either, but I so don't care right now. The only thing that matters is the thunderously authoritative way he's imposing his will on my needy cunt. God, even the way his balls slap against my fist, as I mindlessly jerk on my clit, is a huge turn on. I have to look away when I can't take him seeing how much I like this anymore, but looking forward at the traffic is barely better. Part of me wants it all to slow down, so less people see me like this, but those few could see it better and what the fuck am I thinking?! My head drops to face the hood, letting the curtain of my hair shield me for a moment. I grunt as Kerr thrusts deep into me and curls over my body. His fist tighten in the hair on the top of my head, and his lips graze the edge of my ear as he pulls my head back up. "No hiding for you, slut. Show your little whore face to all the nice people, and be sure to give them your best smile." Fuck! Fuck, fuckfuckfuck!! "Are you about to cum again?" His tone implies disbelief more than inquisitiveness and I whimper, feeling it building again. "I'm barely even fucking you. Is it just the feel of my cock in there that has you drooling a puddle on the hood, or are you so much of a whore that you just can't stand the whole fucking world not knowing?" "Yes," I whimper, and immediately cry out. Admitting it felt soooooooo gooooooood, and fuckmerunning herecomesanotherorgasm fuckfuckfuckfuck! "You are a whore! I mean, it's one thing for me to say it, but you're really earning it today!" "Yes," I scream. "Fuck! I'm a whore!" "Would you fuck a dog if I told you you had to?" His voice is absolutely dripping with derision. "Fuck!" "That's a yes," he scoffs. "Frey," my clit squawks, "yer choking me!" My head starts to spin. It feels like the cars are running circles around us. Kerr shoves my face down against the hood, and my eyes roll up in my head as he goes back to pummeling my cunt with that magical piece of fuckmeat. "I am gonna break this hole," he grunts. My cheek and tits scream from being dragged up and down the hood every time he splits me open. My nipples are on fire from the friction. Fuck, I love the pain! "This is my hole now, do you hear me?" "Ye-e-e-e-e-es," I scream, at the top of my lungs as my body shudders violently. I gush down my thighs, and over the fingers still clenched tightly around my straining clit. Another fucking orgasm. "I'm not even sure if I should be proud of this," he says. Both of his hands are on my hips now, as he decimates my fuckhole . "Does it take any actual skill to make you cum, you little cunt?" I want to say no, but I can't quite seem to make my mouth and lips work. It feels like they're stuck open. Distantly, I think I can hear myself bellowing, but it all feels so far away. Behind me, Kerr's pistoning hits a crescendo, and he lifts my back end completely up off the ground. The red leather pump falls off my left foot as he roars into the air. God, everything about him is fucking primal. Suddenly my world rocks as he drops me, and I tumble down in front of the car. "Thank you," I mumble. My arms swing out to find him right next to me, and I wrap one around his thigh. "Thank you." My left hand slides up the front of his other leg, finding his dribbling cock before my eyes can focus enough to see it. "Thank you." I purse my lips, and lay grateful kisses along the side of his whoremaker. "Thank you." His cum begins to drip out of me, and pools below on the concrete. *** "Welcome back, Freya!" my blue couch pillow says, " and who is this?" I reach up and pretend to touch my earpiece. "No, remember Frannie? We're canceling the order for Kerr Shaughnessey." "Hello Kerr," says the entire peanut gallery. I catch myself staring and waiting for him to respond, but he's oblivious to my awkwardness. His eyes widen as he wanders past my couch and into my kitchen/dining area."Oh my god, you have two rooms!" "Well yeah, I own a business." I double check the lock and spend a few extra seconds watching the hall cam to make sure no one followed us. Light Rays Coming Out of the Computer Ch. 03 "I had no idea you were rich!" "I'm not... It's not a big business. It's just me." "So... wait... you don't have employees?" I pinch the bridge of my nose and sigh. "No. I don't." "Hey, put me down," shouts one of the ballerinas, as he picks it up and inspects it. "Are you hungry?" I ask, still watching the hallway. "I don't have much, but there's some good takeout." I take a deep breath and pull myself away. I know it's not unreasonable to be paranoid right now, but my apartment is a safe place. I know that. "Takeout is perfect. We're gonna need to lay low for a while." "Well... You might need to lay low." I tap at my wrist, sifting through menus. "I mean, it's possible Marie will suspect you, right? You knew an awful lot of stuff about her and her place." "What?" Kerr says, looking up from my couch. God, he's a hunk. "I'm sorry. I sat down, and then... I uuhh." He furrowed his brow for a moment, and then shook his head. "No, Marie was a talkative drunk, but she never remembered it later." "Is." Kerr blinks at me. "What?" "Marie is a talkative drunk. She's not dead." "Well, yeah, sure," he says, turning around and searching for something, "but I'm never gonna see her bitch ass again!" "You hope you won't, but... uh... is Chinese ok?" "That's fine," he says, as he reaches for the remote. "Yeah. Yeah, we could definitely hole up here a while." "Freya, he is..." the lamp stammers, "like... like..." "I think what my colleague is trying to say," says the remote, "is that that is a good looking man." I frown at the lamp. "How long were you planning on staying here?" "I dunno. I gotta figure out how to sell that thing. Oh!" He flips halfway around, looking back at me over his shoulder. "Obviously, you get half." "That's very gracious," I say with a smirk, and he preens as he turns back around. Did he not... "Get extra dumplings," he says, scrolling through the channels. I roll my eyes, tap out the rest of our order, and stroll into my bedroom. I emerge a few minutes later, dressed in a loose t-shirt and baggy sweatpants, and grab a couple beers from my fridge. Kerr nods appreciatively as I hand him one while I'm sitting down next to him, and we clink the bottles together before the first sip. "Quite a day." "I'll say." I commandeer the remote from him, and hesitate with my finger hovering over the select button. "Are you alright if I put on some porn?" "Of course," he says, slightly shocked. "Ok, good." I put on something mild, and set down the remote. "I know some guys get all up in arms about porn, and the... the conditions those men work in, and I didn't wanna be insensitive." "That doesn't mean I can't or wouldn't enjoy it." "Well, I know most don't, right?" "Most what?" "Men." "Men like porn." "Really?" "Yeah," he says, incredulously. "We invented porn." "Huh." I lean back and take a long sip. "I would never have guessed." For a long while we just sit, quietly sipping our beers. Today was a lot to take in. Some of the peanut gallery attempts to engage me, but I brush them off with a glare. My clit has nothing to say, which is rare but not completely unexpected. "C'mon... That doesn't feel that good," Kerr says, wincing. A male actor on the screen is throwing his head back and screaming as the lead sucks on his balls. "How- oh! Your vast experience. Had a lot of women go straight for the ball sucking 'cus they thought it was gonna blow you away?" "I mean, it feels ok. It's not like it's painful or anything, but it's not... not like that." "I bet you have the best stories," I tuck one leg up beneath me on the couch, and this feeling of... I dunno... Familiarity?... washes over me? Comfortable isn't right. I dunno. "I think 'easy' is the word you're lookin' for, Frey," says the lamp. "Thanks," I say, because it is the word I was looking for, and freeze. I have to fight my hand from reaching up to cover my mouth. "You're welcome?" Kerr is shaking his head and smiling as he drains the last of his beer, and my blood slowly begins to thaw. I turn and glare at the lamp. "What?" the lamp says defensively. The doorbell chimes. Kerr flinches, and shoots a nervous look at the door. "Relax, it's the food," I say, getting up calmly, although I almost did the same thing he did. The skinny delivery girl has a wide smile on her face as I pay her. "Not tonight, sweetheart." She pouts ruefully as she goes, and I find myself staring at her ass as she flounces down the hall. Totally forgot I was ordering from that Chinese place. Kerr has the MacGuffin in his lap as I turn back around. He frowns as he presses the button, and then presses it again after letting it hover over him for a few seconds. He flips it over in his hands, and stares at the bottom of it. "Lookit that. Even says MacGuffin right there." After a brief pause, he adds "I can't believe this little box is worth that much." "How much is that much," I ask sincerely, as I dole out our food. "Oh, I dunno. Your guy said it was priceless, right? We could ask for anything then. A few million?" "Ten million?" "Who would pay 10 million for a box that goes up and down?" "Kerr, this thing is the reason Green Mountain City is undomed," I say, pointing. He turns and looks down at the brown box again, and pushes the red button. The unassuming brown box makes a tiny puttering sound, and hovers in the air over his legs. "This stupid little box is keeping the air clean?" "No th... The technology." Kerr nods like he knew what I meant, but I'm not entirely sure that he did. "And it doesn't clean air." "Well what does it do?" "... It floats, Kerr." "Weird." A few minutes pass. Kerr uses the MacGuffin as a tray for his food. "Do you think any of your janes have that kind of money?" "None I can think of. Marie, obviously, but she wasn't a client." "She wasn't?" "No, she was my pimp. I worked for her at that club." I stare up at the ceiling, processing. "So when you don't show up for work tonight or tomorrow, or whenever..." "She'll figure it out eventually, yeah. Hopefully, I'll be long gone by then." "I feel like, earlier, you were really worried about her figuring out you were a part of this." "Most of that went away once we were clear. The rest went away when he said 'priceless'." "She was your pimp," I say, leaning back and slurping up a dumpling. "That makesh shenshe." "It does?" He almost seems offended, and I start talking too soon to correct my mistake. "Nwo, nwo," I say, pausing to swallow. "Just that you knew a lot about her mannerisms and habits. Combined with what you said about the time you spent with her, and this... like... vibe?... I was picking up? That she'd crossed you one too many times?" He nods as he expertly scoops a mouthful of noodles up with chopsticks. "That's impressive," says one of the ballerinas. "Yeah, you can't do that, Frey. Look at you, with your fork, like some kinda chump." I glare at them, and they giggle maliciously. I turn back to Kerr. "So what was the plan before? You were gonna divide up whatever you could find, and then..." "Go our separate ways. I was gonna go back to Regina in about a week to get her to fence whatever I received." "That option is dead," I scoff, and Kerr nods solemnly. "Was Regina one of your janes?" "Nope. I had a really bad day, and... I was... drunk, and... She should respect me more, and... I could make her pay. And I didn't even realize anyone was sitting next to me, let alone listening, but suddenly there she was. She told me she knew some people who could help me. And at first, I was all Yeah, let's do this! Fuck that bitch! When I sobered up, I realized who we'd be stealing from, but... things were already in motion." "If watching noir movies has taught me anything, it's that you were totally going to be killed." I wash down a mouthful of rice with the last of my beer and add, "It also taught me you would wash up on the shore of a river, and some burned-out detective in a trench coat would grumble something cliche like 'just anotha dead hooka'." Kerr laughs at my terrible detective accent, because I guess all detectives have accents... and there's that easy feeling again. My earpiece pings, and I wave my fork at Kerr for a second. "What's up, Guy?" "I've been monitoring some communications back and forth between Ms. Maldonado and some people outside of the Emerald City, who are now en route." I file that away in the back of my head. No one from here ever calls it that. "There's talk of a 'Regina Carlisle'. I believe Kerr mentioned someone earlier by that name, yes?" I turn to Kerr. "Carlisle? Is that her last name?" He nods slowly. "Yeah, that's her." "It would be safe to assume, then, that these people are being hired to recover the MacGuffin. Furthermore, given Ms. Maldonado's predilection for the hands-on infliction of punishment, it would be prescient to assume they are also being hired to find you and return you to her. Do you have any reason to believe this Ms. Carlisle can give them anything that leads back to you?" I turn back to Kerr. "Does Regina know who I am?" He shakes his head. "No." "Wait," Kerr cries. I turn back to him, slowly. "Shit! I told her where I was buying the Synth." A pit forms instantly in my stomach. "My shop..." "We have to run," Kerr says, gripping the MacGuffin tightly as he stands. "Run?! We can't run! I have my business here! My life is here!" My account just topped 600,000... "This thing is priceless," Kerr says, shaking the MacGuffin at me. "Priceless!! Who needs your business?" "Funny he should mention that," my guy says. *** "I can't believe you wouldn't even consider killing her," I fume, as we exit the cab. "I-I can't do that," he cries. "I mean, kill someone?!" "Fuck!" I claw my fingers through my hair as I blow through the front door of my shop. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!" "Hello Madam! Welcome to Midgard Custom Synthetics Boutique, a division of the Charot Corporation. How can I assist you?" "Shut up, Frannie." "I don't get why you're taking the time now to build him a Synth. Or why leaving is such a big deal." "Such a... Fuck you, Kerr. Do you even know what it's like to have something to lose?" He recoils. "Fucking men. Yanno, in the real world, where we have real jobs, shit like this matters!" Hurt is written all over his face. "You can't just go around throwing your life away, ok?" I pound the tip of my index finger into the opposing palm as I continue. "Clientele. Reputation. I'm fucking established here," I rant, "and now, I've gotta... Fuck!" I grab the tipped-over Synth head and fling it into the wall. "What did I do," it cries. "Shut up! Just, just shut up!" Kerr retreats to a corner of the room, clutching the MacGuffin to his chest. 900,000 more credits to go. "Fuck! I was fucking getting there!" "...Getting where?" "Yeah," says one of the completed Synths awaiting pickup. "Getting where, Frey?" The peanut gallery hates it when I talk about Quell. I think it's the main reason they convinced me to start up the sexbot jar. "Are you gonna tell him?" I rub the blades of my palms into my eyes and try to focus. My guy said he sent a friend to try and get to Regina first, but he didn't sound hopeful. Regina would have no reason not to sell out Kerr, or my shop. That gives me... I look up at the clock. Fuck. Not a lot of time. *** Kerr sits up and scratches at the back of his head, ruffling his glorious bedhead. He yawns as he looks around the room for a few seconds. "Holy shit, I slept for like... twelve hours." "I hope he doesn't try to help again," says the current job. "God. Maybe the last job," I say, as I snap in the internal power pack. "You never know," says my multimeter. "You could technically start over somewhere else." "624,119 credits isn't enough to live on. I'm gonna have to at some point." I turn around and slide over to my other work bench, where the two legs are being assembled in parallel. "So much to do, so much to do." "Who are you talking to?" "To whom," I say without looking up. "What?" "Nevermind," I say. I slide back over to the first workbench, reach for the internal power pack that was here a second ago, and pause when I can't find it. "Who took my power pack?" "What was that thing you just put in there?" Kerr asks. I duck my head down and stare up into the torso of the current job. "Oh." "Have you slept?" I shake my head. "Way, way too much yet. Did I already do the arm diags? Yes. Right." Kerr slides off the edge of the bed and good lord look at his stubble... Fuck! Focus! "So... wait... If I'd been up almost a whole day when I crashed, then you..." "Went next door and bought stims! Trying to focus here!" "Y-you tell 'em, Frey!" Even the peanut gallery sounds tired. Not a good sign. "Any news?" "His associate got there a little while ago. Regina was dead, and it didn't take long for her to crack." I close up the servos in the left ankle and take a look at the right. "Not much bruising. Only would've killed her if they got information they could use. She's on her way here now." "...Wait, who is the 'she' there? Your guy's associate or this out of town person?" "Assume yes. How long would it take to get from there to here by cab?" "uh... Uh... Uh... An hour?" I look up at the clock on the wall. "How long ago did he call? ...Freya?" "Hour and fifteen minutes." Right ankle servos look clean. I move down through the musculature for the foot, checking the connections front to back. "Fuck! We gotta go! Right the fuck now!" "We're not going anywhere, Kerr. Not 'til this is done." Both feet look perfect. And they need to be. "I owe him." Kerr leaps across the room and grabs the MacGuffin. "Do you owe him your life?! Cus, if not, it's-" "You want to leave so fucking bad? Go!!" I have no time for his hurt expression. *** The tall blonde woman winced as she stepped away from her magcar, and gave her partner a sympathetic shrug. The voice in their earpieces continued to rant at them, as it had for the last fifteen minutes. "I'll tell you what they're good for. Fucking nothing! Not even good for fucking, just fucking nothing!" Her partner seemed nonplussed. "I can't believe that slimy little shit thought he could get away with this. Steal from me? From me?! I opened up to him, you understand? I gave him a little piece of something, and he went and threw it all away!!" Her partner pursed his lips and ran his index finger in a tight circle next to his ear, which earned him a reproving look from the tall blonde. "I'm gonna kill him," the voice continued. "I'm gonna fucking kill him, you understand? I'm gonna rip his balls off and let him watch them dissolve in acid. Then I'm gonna take that dick he's so proud of and cut that off too. Have it bronzed, maybe. Keep it as a trophy. He's fucking dead. Fucking dead!!" She paused, fuming and huffing, but when she continued, it was with a much more deliberate tone. "Her though? No. I'm not gonna kill her. Her I'm gonna keep alive. Oh, the things I'm gonna do to her. I'm gonna make her beg for death, you understand me? Beg. BEG, do you understand me?! ...Well?! Do you?!" "Da," the tall blonde said. "Here now. Have to go." "Alive, you hear me?!? I want 'em alive!" The tall blonde shook her head as she tapped her wrist and killed the call. "She's a ray of sunshine," her partner said, as he stepped ahead and grabbed the door. "Do not insult customer," the tall blonde grumbled as she walked inside. "Is amateur." A pretty blue-haired Synth smiled brightly at them. "Hello Madam! Hello Sir! Welcome to Midgard Custom Synthetics Boutique, a division of the Charot Corporation. How can I assist today?" Light Rays Coming Out of the Computer Ch. 04 //Within the context of this story, we have reached the point of crossover. We, the authors, strongly suggest that you, the reader, should read at least the first two chapters of The Huntress before continuing. Only two chapters of it are posted as of writing this. If you are coming to this story later, two chapters is sufficient and we do not recommend more than five. Also, Chasing the Dragon.// "You want to leave so fucking bad? Go!!" Kerr stepped backwards, shock written large on his features. Her gaze dripped with acid and frustration, and she twitched twice before shaking her head and looking back down at the Synth legs in front of her. "Freeee-yaaa! You have a cus-tom-eeerrrrrrr!" "Not Now, Fra-" Freya's eyes bugged open, and she slapped her hand over her mouth as she turned slowly to stare at the wall. To stare through the wall. With great reluctance and horror, she raised her arm and tapped the display button on her earpiece. Her eyes unfocused as she sat back and watched, through Frannie's eyes, as a tall blonde woman and her shorter male companion strode purposefully toward the front desk. "Hello," said the woman, in a thick accent. "We were hoping speak to owner. She is... available now?" There was something behind the woman's patient smile that set Freya's teeth on edge. "No," Freya whispered. Her body felt frozen in place. "What's wro-" Kerr recoiled, cut short by her frantic waving. "I'm sorry," Frannie said, smiling brightly, "but the owner is not currently available. How may I assist you today?" "We know she's available," the young man said with a smirk. "Ach, so rude!" The tall blonde shook her head and grimaced very purposefully at her shorter companion. "But, unfortunately, correct. She is here, and we will be speaking with her. Now." Freya refocused her eyes in front of her, and the display faded to nothing. She looked around, eyes landing on a half dozen objects scattered about the room over the course of a half minute. "Freya?" Kerr asked hesitantly. She held up her index finger to him, and looked around for a few more seconds. "That table there," she said, pointing, "is not a table at all. Take the top off. It's a cart. Put this body, and those legs... and everything right here, and-" Her earpiece pinged. "Not a good time, Guy," she said, as she touched the broadcast button. "What the hell do you think you're doing? Get out of there!" "Is that... is that them?" "It most certainly is," he said, with more anger than she had ever heard of any emotion from him. "Freya, I greatly appreciate your frantic efforts to get that Synth built for me, but you need to go." Freya chewed on her lip for a moment. "Your associate is still on her way, right?" *** "I'm sorry, madam, but the owner is not currently available." "You keep using that phrase," Anya said. "I do not think it means what you think it means." The pretty blue-haired Synth continued to smile brightly at them, and Ashley shook his head as he took a step to the side. He had a feeling things were about to get- "The owner will be right with you," the Synth said sweetly, as she continued to make alternating and comfortably precise lengths of eye contact. Anya eased her arm back up onto the countertop and shrugged. "What is phrase?" she said, looking over at him. "Dogs ass on sunny day?" "Yeah," Ashley snickered. "That's... that's it exactly." Before Anya could reply, the door behind the customer service Synth opened, and a tall, thin woman with short purple hair stepped out. A few inches shorter than Anya, he thought, but still a head taller than himself. She wiped at her darkened eyes as she stepped up next to the infuriatingly-polite Synth. "I'm sorry. My name is..." She drifted off for a moment, but recovered with an exaggerated blink. "...is Freya Tollen, and I'm the owner of Midgard Custom Synthetics." "A Division of the Charot Corporation," added the Synth. "Thank you, Frannie," the owner said, through gritted teeth. "Pleasure to meeting you. I am Anya Adamovna. My associate, Ashley," Anya said, smiling and gesturing to him. Freya nodded tiredly at him. "Apologies for intruding on busy schedule, but am following up on recent theft, and would like ask you few questions." Freya squinted one darkened eye and recoiled slightly. "Are you peacekeepers?" "No no," Anya said, waving her hand dismissively. "Merely concerned citizens." When she put her hand back down it rested on the butt of her Markov, which Ashley was sure Freya noticed despite a lack of outward acknowledgement. "Were hoping you answer few questions for us about customer of yours." "I'm sorry, madam," the Synth interjected, smiling brightly, "but all customer information is confidential." "-which is why," Anya continued, "we hoped talk to owner. Few questions, matter solved, we move on." Freya blinked slowly and nodded. "Excellent. We have information that man named... er..." She snapped her fingers and looked over at Ashley. "Kerr Shaughnessy," he said. "Yes, thank you. This man, he purchase Synth from you?" Freya nodded and tapped at her wrist. "Damndest thing too. Here." The space above the countertop alighted as a hologram of the ordered Synth appeared, arms and legs outstretched, next to a listing of requested specifications. Ashley frowned as he leaned forward, his jaw dropping slightly. "I know. I know." Freya yawned and scratched the side of her head. "Freaky, right?" "That is... uncanny," Anya said, and he didn't think she was faking any of her awe. "Is drooling image. Explains why you meet description of accomplice. This man, did he... know you before he order this?" "We'd met once, but I don't think he remembers it." "Did he know he ordered your twin from you?" "I don't think so," Freya said, shaking her head slightly. "We never spoke directly." "May I?" Ashley asked, gesturing to the holographic interface, and Freya nodded slowly. He leaned forward and tapped away at a few menus. "What, um... what was stolen?" "Collector's item, modest value," Anya answered, as she slid further down the countertop. Freya moved with her, but kept Ashley in the corner of her eye. "More sentimental than anything." "Here's the recording of him ordering the Synth... aaaaaaaaand..." Freya's eyes widened, and Ashley furrowed his brow as he continued. "... and picking up the Synth two days ago... Huh." "Do you... um..." she stammered. "Do you have any leads?" Tiny beads of sweat appeared on the edges of her brow. "Criminals deployed thing called... eh... washer?" "Wiper," Ashley corrected. "Tech thing. Is his department," Anya said, pointing at him. "Contaminates organic evidence. Hair follicle, skin cell, Deoxyribonucleic acid. All gone. Makes job much harder." "I'm... sorry to hear that..." Anya shrugged. "Cannot control. So this... eh..." "Shaughnessy," he chimed in. "Yes. You have had no contact with him since he order this robot?" "No," Freya said sharply. "And it's a Synth." Anya put up her hands defensively. "Apologies. English is not strong suit. Ashley?" "Her system shows the order, the use of parts and reduction in inventory. I've gooot... security footage of her here working..." He winced and shook his head. "... just... brutal hours." Freya smiled weakly and nodded. "Completion of the unit... customer contact, pickup, and... more security footage of her working. Doesn't look like you've left here in days, Ma'am." "Yeah, I... uh... work a lot." "You are only employee?" Freya blinked and opened her mouth to respond, but Ashley beat her to it. "I'm not seeing anyone else on the security footage, and she's the only one on the payroll." Freya swallowed hard and nodded in confirmation. "Must be stressful. You have outlet for stress?" Freya again blinked in confusion. Anya grinned and nodded toward Ashley. "He is quite good." "I... um. I'm sure that he is," Freya said cautiously. "If are having dry spell, I let you borrow him maybe little while." "Hey!" Ashley shouted. Anya continued in a whisper he was clearly meant to hear. "He always complain little at first, but very enthusiastic by end." "Hey!" Freya raised her hands slowly as the conversation bounced back and forth, finally interjecting "Um, thank you, but no. You seem very nice, Mr. Ashley, but you're... you're not exactly my type." Anya grinned and leaned further over the counter. "You want someone maybe little taller? Dark hair? Broad shoulder?" "Uh... yerk-" Freya cut off with a tight squawk as Anya produced, from a compartment on the back of her jacket, a single red-heeled shoe. Anya tilted her head and grinned, taking in Freya's tightly controlled-albeit-present shock. "I... uh..." Ashley snickered as he continued to pore through the security footage. He knew it most of it was forged, although he was in awe of the level of detail. Whoever did this is very good, he thought. Anya kept her hands poised and on the countertop as Freya leaned forward and looked inside. "Snapdragon? Never heard of that brand." Ostensibly, Ashley was watching the interface as he tried to find digital evidence to back up what they already knew. There were very few hackers with the skill to forge video footage, as well as a mountain of anecdotal evidence, well enough to fool him. In reality though, he was watching Freya and Anya as the air seemed to thicken around them and seconds slowed, stretched. And then, something began to tickle his senses. Ashley had been on his fair share of jobs. Less than half, maybe, but more than one in three. Not that he was counting. What was important, though, was that he'd been on enough jobs to have felt a tickle. A slight raising of his hairs when nothing he can see or hear should be causing it. Anya had been impressed the first time he told her about it. Even more importantly, he'd been on enough jobs where he'd felt the tickle, ignored it, and barely lived to regret it. He took a deep breath and, though careful to keep his eyes directed at the hologram, let his attention span widen. The glass display case to his side gave a weak reflection of the room behind him, and nothing seemed out of place. Anya was relishing the final moment before the kill, which Freya seemed utterly unaware of. The Synth was smiling... ...differently. Not brightly. It was a blank sort of smile, involving only the lips. He risked glancing in it's direction and cursed as it turned and looked at him. As it turned and looked at him with dead eyes and a smile. "Frell," he repeated, as he took one staggered step backwards. "Someone's in troooouuuuble," the Synth said, it's voice wavering up and down in a spine-chilling sing-song fashion. Ashley's hand slid toward his hip, toward his stun baton, and it leapt into action. It's open palm struck him hard in the solar plexus, crumpling him before his baton could even clear it's holster. Anya was in motion before he hit the ground, her stun baton slicing a line through the hologram and crashing through the Pureglass display case below, but the Synth retracted it's arm before she could hit it too. Freya shrieked as she backed away, her arms awkwardly held out in a defensive posture even Ashley was embarrassed by. Anya cursed and swung horizontally across the countertop but the Synth vaulted over both the swing and the counter on it's way after him. "Chertov der'mo," Anya shouted, grabbing the Synth by the back of the neatly folded collar of her shirt. It tried to snake it's arm back around Anya's prosthetic one to free itself, and quirked it's lips when it couldn't overpower the larger Russian. "Do not," she cried, striking the Synth square in the nose. "Hit," she cried, her fist landing again. "Mouse!" The third, final, and hardest blow sent the Synth reeling backwards. "Kinda... fuck," Ashley gritted, as he rolled onto his hands and knees. "...kinda surprised you didn't catch that she used a code word." Several feet away, the blue-haired Synth was struggling to do the same. "At least machine knows code word," she roared. "Is more than can say for you!" Freya screamed behind them as the door beside her burst open from the other side. Anya snarled, as much for the new Synths darting through the opening as for the purple-haired woman retreating through it. *** Freya whimpered as she looked around. She could barely remember a time when her workspace was so empty. "No no no," she muttered, looking back over her shoulder briefly. "No?" Kerr asked, sweeping his arm across a countertop and shoveling a load of parts she'd pointed out into the cart. "No! I mean... Fuck! Keep going!" She scratched feverishly at her scalp as she stared at the disembodied Synth head lying on the floor. "Can't take everyone." "You're... you're taking me, right?" "Yes," she shouted at Kerr. "God!" She leapt across the room, having suddenly rediscovered her legs, and began pulling at a large server rack. The door frame hidden behind the rack slowly came into view. "Do you want-" "Yes," she said, frantically. "Switch!" They stepped past each other, and the room filled with the shrill sound of metal framework scraping across a tile floor. Freya agonized over her decisions as she filled up the last little bit of space on the cart, and screamed as her earpiece pinged. "What?!" "Just hang on, Freya. Help is almost there." "Good," she said shakily, "but we're not-" She cut off in another scream as one of her unfinished Synths flew through the open doorway and crashed into the wall next to her, and she turned around. Her eyes widened, and lips trembled, as Anya stepped into the back room. "Not... what?" Anya said, in her thick Russian accent. "Leaving?" She paused and tilted her head. "Wasting more of time?" Her dark blonde hair was matted with sweat, and Freya leaned away as the taller woman pointed at her with a crackling stun baton. "Orders are you come back alive, but am thinking maybe you too much trouble." A single thin trail of blood ran down from her nose to her lip. "I'm sorry, Ma'am," Kerr said, holding his hand out as if to stop her, "but this is an employees-only area." "Ah, Mister..." "Shaughnessey," Ashley said, limping through the door a moment later. He sulked as he took up position behind Anya. "Yes. You, sir, very late for work." Kerr's prohibitive stance slackened, and it was clear he was shaken up at being identified so quickly. "We are past posturing, yes?" Freya nodded in response, her eyes still fixed on the blue halo dancing around the end of Anya's stun baton. "You have stupid box?" "We have box," Freya mocked, her lip curling derisively. Anya's nostrils flared. "You..." She took one menacing step forward and stopped herself, quivering. "You very stupid. Maybe very smart. Cannot tell. Either way you pushing down painful-" Anya turned quickly, and her eyes widening just before another Synth body came flying, upside down, through the doorway. It crashed into the Russian, and they fell to the floor in a tangle of limbs. A moment later, a wild-eyed, dark-haired young woman stepped through the door and smiled down at the much taller one. "Roxie?!" Freya shouted incredulously. Roxie smirked as she looked at Freya, her hands pulling back her knee length trench coat to reveal two large pistols. Ashley's tongue caught in his throat, and Roxie's head swiveled. "Beez?" Roxie said, incredulously. Ashley's head quirked, and he took a step backwards as Roxie stared at him disbelievingly. The mass of hands and feet on the floor began to rumble. Roxie had a pistol drawn and pointed in a flash, and the rumbling slowed. "If she not pointing pistol at you, myshka, you should..." Without breaking her stare at Ashley, Roxie smoothly drew her other handgun and leveled it at him. Anya grunted. "We talk later about missed opportunities." "D- Do you know her?" Kerr whimpered. "I thought I did," Freya said, a little in awe. Roxie's gaze intensified and fixated on the shaking blonde boy. She lowered her pistol until it pointed at his groin, and pressed it there as she stepped closer to him. A second step brought her face within inches of his, and her smile softened as she looked down at him. "Beez," she said softly. She struck like a snake, head darting forward, muffling Ashley's cries of protest with a hungry kiss. The room was reduced to a stunned silence except for Ashley's stifled cries for help. Freya stared down at her crotch wide eyed. "I totally would too..." Kerr nodded. "Very unexpected." Roxie grunted, and was suddenly knocked from her feet as a hydrospanner connected with the side of her head. One of her guns went off as she spun, but Freya couldn't tell which one. As quickly as one went down, the other was on her feet. Anya loomed over the downed Synth, fuming. "Nobody. Touches. Myshka!" She retrieved the wrench from the floor and raised it high with a snarl. One of the Roxie's's hands shot up, catching the downward stroke against her palm. Anya grunted, and had to step to the side as Roxie raised one of her guns. She managed to get a shot off despite the Russian grabbing the barrel, but it went wide, ricocheting off an exposed pipe and disappearing into the ceiling. The two of them stared at each other a moment longer as they strained, broken only when Roxie planted her foot between the big blonde's legs in a hard kick. Anya winced in pain as she stumbled backwards, and Roxie rolled to the side to avoid Ashley's first swing. The boy's stun baton made a deafening crack as it connected with the tile floor. "Come on," Freya urged, grabbing Kerr's sleeve as she dragged the cart toward the rear exit. "But, what about-" "We have to go!" Kerr took one last look, watching as Roxie rolled to her feet and positioned herself between the bounty hunters and their fleeing marks. Out of the corner of her eye, Freya saw the four holoframes displayed on the wall, one for each of her Master's degrees. The rear exit of Freya's shop led into a drab concrete passageway, lit at even intervals in both directions. Pools of water beneath leaking pipes were the most remarkable feature. Freya grunted as the cart careened into the wall. As soon as he was through the door, Kerr sprinted past her and dragged the cart along from the front. Behind them, they could hear intermittent grunts and shouts, but no one stepped into the hall to give chase. Twice they heard gunshots, and both times Freya was sure she peed herself just a little. Two hundred yards down, Freya led him around a turn, heading even farther away from her store. This side hallway ran on for several hundred feet, and lacked even puddles to break up the constant pattern of concrete, light fixtures, and the rear exits of her neighbors. They burst through the door at the end of the side hallway and into a milling crowd on the main thoroughfare on this floor of the galleria. Freya bit her lip in a panic, looking back and forth, before pointing to her right, and they took off at top speed, cart in tow. Their frantic pell mell was completely at odds with the throng they split in their wake, who were generally enjoying a pleasant Saturday afternoon in the Premier retail district. Light Rays Coming Out of the Computer Ch. 04 They made one final turn, bringing them to a pick-up and drop off area for the magcars. Freya began to tap at her wrist to summon a taxi, but before she could finish, one came to an abrupt stop immediately in front of them and it's passenger side door swung open. "Hey," yelled a tired-looking woman seated in the back. "I said I wanted-" "This is where you get out, Ms. Jacobsen," Freya's guy said, through the speaker system inside the taxi, "unless you want me to tell these two what it is you really do on your trips to Google City." The woman turned a sickly pale as she threw herself out the door, past a bewildered Kerr and Freya. "I thought not." Kerr dragged the cart to the back of the taxi and began transferring the items as quickly as he could. "Do you know that woman?" Freya asked, as she stood at the passenger door and kept lookout. At least, she made an effort at being the lookout; there was easily a thousand faces wandering about in just the space she could see, and there were four floors above that had a good view of them. "No," her guy said. "It's not even that bad, all things considered, but she has a reputation to uphold." Kerr lifted the cart up, dumping the bottom half into the trunk space unceremoniously, and slammed the trunk shut. The two of them jumped into the taxi, and it lurched into the stream of magcars headed for the superhighway. "You just said you didn't know who she was!" "It didn't take very much digging," he said dismissively. "Speaking of impressive hacking, did you fake all that footage for me?" "That was nothing," he scoffed. "Composites compiled from your archive." "Well, than-" Freya whirled at a low boom, and craned her neck to stare out the window. Thick black smoke billowed above a wave of fleeing shoppers. "No!" she cried, clawing at the window in impotent despair. "God, No!!" The smoke was coming from a walkway immediately beside her store as their magcar pulled away and onto the entrance ramp for the highway. "I'm sorry," she wept. "I'm so sorry." Her cries were broken a moment later at the sound of a heavy thump on top of their magcar. Both she and Kerr shrieked as the thumps moved toward the front of the car, until Roxie peeked her head down in front of the windshield. The left side of her face was a ruined mess, skin broken and flapping against her ceramic skull, and the eye appeared to be crushed beyond salvaging. Upon seeing this, Freya began crying anew. "What the actual fuck," Kerr screamed. "She's a Synth?!" Roxie slid even farther forward onto the front of the magcar, crouching low on the hood and staring behind them. "Do you have a problem with artificial life forms," Freya's guy said defensively. Kerr merely fell back in his seat, utterly overwhelmed. "I thought not." Suddenly Kerr spun around and looked at the road behind them. "Where did she even come from?" "Why, the woman seated on your right." "No, I... nevermind." Kerr pinched the bridge of his nose and squinted as he sat back. Freya calmed down in bits and pieces with each passing mile. A few minutes later, still perched on the hood, Roxie began to twitch. "Is she gonna be ok," he said. She drew one her her pistols and planted herself more firmly. Her short, dark brown hair whipped in a frenzy in the rushing wind. "She says you're being tracked." Blam! Blam! Blam! "Winged one, and she doesn't know how many more." Freya began to whimper louder, and rocked back and forth in her seat. "Winged one what?" Kerr asked fearfully. "She's not sure. Let's see what we can see." Her guy hummed softly as he worked. "Hmmm... moderate firewall... Ooooo, someone thinks he's clever..." BLAM! "Oh! She got one!" Kerr whirled in his seat, but he couldn't make out what she'd been shooting at. "Not too clever, it seems. I shut down their magcar, so they... can't... oh no." "What's oh no!?" "What did I just shut down?" Her guy gasped. "Oh that was clever. Their car is off the grid completely. How did he manage that?" "He?" "Yes, the little blonde one. Do try to keep up, Mr. Shaughnessy. Oh and... Ohhhh. Clever boy. Tracers on individual data packets. Nobody does that anymore." "I can't tell if you're being sarcastic." "That's by design, my good man. Just sit tight. You're almost there. " Freya wheezed quietly to herself, indifferent to their banter. *** Their magcar wound through the rows of docked ships. Roxie continued to ride the hood like a wave, her one good eye constantly roving. Green Mountain City Airdock was always bustling, and that day was no different. Despite the fact that Freya rarely handled orders large enough that her parts couldn't be brought in by magcar from local sources she almost always had them shipped in anyway, so the airdock was a familiar scene to her. Given the way Kerr's mouth was hanging open as he stared at the yachts and cruisers, she thought this might be his first time. "What..." Kerr leaned over to her, speaking softly. "What's that you keep saying." Part of her was morbidly curious as to where she was being taken. Part of her knew she should be grateful. Mostly, though, Freya was despondent. "624,119," she repeated. "Credits." "I don't know what that means," he said blankly. "Doesn't matter," she said as she shook her head. "Was a silly dream anyway." "Oh shit, is that the one?" he gawked, as the magcar prowled past a particularly brobdingnagian craft. "For the last time, no." Roxie drew her pistol again and squinted. Freya needlessly retracted her head as far down between her shoulders as she could manage before the Synth squeezed off two quick shots back over the hood of the taxi. "I wonder which one is theirs?" her guy mused. "They're gaining," Kerr whined, as he peered out the rear window. A drab olive magcar roared after them, getting larger by degrees. "Not to worry," her guy said, as their car took a hard turn. Roxie grimaced, hanging on tight to the hood with one hand as the taxi banked and darted between two enormous hangers. "Look!" Kerr shouted as they shot out behind the hangers. The olive magcar was running nearly parallel to them several rows down. Their pursuers were just barely visible despite the numerous ships between them. The taxi bucked, and Freya screamed as she felt air rushing through a bullet hole just above her thigh. "Aaaaand, here we are," her guy said, as the taxi swerved again, toward an aging white transport with it's loading door down. Roxie leapt off the side and Freya lost track of her, but the bombastic firing of her pistols was constant. The taxi lurched as it hit the non-magnetic ramp, it's considerable momentum carrying it upwards despite the friction. The earsplitting screech of metal on metal had both passengers hands clamped over their ears, until the yellow magcar came to a horrendously jarring stop against the far side of the inner bulkhead. "Don't bother getting out just yet. This might get a bit hairy." "They'll be here any second," Kerr shouted, as he wrestled with his crumpled door. Freya's eyes widened as she felt the SMR firing up beneath her. "You can't take off," she screamed. "There's no way we have clearance! They're gonna shoot us out of the sky!!" "First of all," her guy said, his voice now echoing out of the PA system inside the ship. "We would need to own this ship to get clearance." "We're stealing this?!" "Think of it as permanently borrowing." The dull whine of the SMR rose higher and higher. Roxie backed up the ramp, ducking behind the door frame to reload. Shots rang out and bounced around within the cargo bay, and the two human passengers screamed and ducked back down in their seats. "I told you to stay put." "You can't just fly out of Green Mountain City," Freya screamed. "The guns-" "-can't hit what they can't see, now just stay put." "Does this ship have cloaking technology?" Kerr whispered, as they huddled in the backseat of the ruined taxi. "Is that a thing?" Freya tucked herself into the smallest ball she could make, bawling. She'd seen the huge batteries of anti-aircraft guns surrounding the airdock on many occasions. Everyone born here knew. She heard the sound of the returning gunfire deaden as the loading ramp clamped shut. The pitch of Freya's whine rose higher and higher as the ship tottered and rose. Her stomach threatened to empty itself all over the back seat as she felt her inertia shift. Any second now, the Green Mountain Control Tower would flag them, warn them, and... and... ... and... ... "Is everyone alright?" "Yeah," Kerr said. "I think so." He reached over to touch Freya but she recoiled, still whimpering and shaking. "Why aren't we dead?" "I hid us from their sensors." "You did make us invisible!" "Their defense system is entirely automated. Any human eye can just look up and see us, but the guns require several independent levels of identification and authentication before they can fire. I merely jammed up a few of those." Freya sobbed quietly for a few moments, until the passenger door she'd been leaning against was violently ripped open and she shrieked as she tumbled backwards onto the deck. Roxie, damaged gullwing door in hand, half-frowned down at her maker. Kerr scrambled across the back seat and gathered her limp frame against him. They all leaned, and the humans nearly toppled, as the transport began accelerating in earnest over the the irradiated wasteland. "Are you doing okay?" Kerr whispered. Freya sniffed and nodded, curling tighter into his arms. "Nothing broken?" Freya shook her head. "Knock knock." Freya sniffed again and looked up at him, confused. "What's going on in there? Talk to me." Roxie quirked her head and slowly backed away. She tried to answer, and her voice failed her. She swallowed hard and tried again. "It feels like I'm falling," she croaked. Her face was haggard, looking every bit as tired as she should be after 40+ hours awake. "I want to be mad at you for... for bringing this to my door, but..." Kerr sighed and lowered his eyes. "I never meant for anyone to get hurt." "I know you didn't," she whispered. "We all do." Kerr grimaced as he stood, scooping Freya's limp form into his arms. "You need to get some rest. Is there a bed anywhere on this rig?" he asked, raising his head to talk loudly to the rafters. "Through the hatch ahead of you, second door on the left," her guy said, the PA echoing throughout the ship. Freya had always been tall. Taller and stronger than the other girls, and certainly bigger than the boys. On many occasions, especially when she was younger, Freya was the one who did the carrying if a friend broke something, or was spent after a good fucking someplace where they couldn't stay. It was... nice... to be the one being carried for once. She wrapped her arms around Kerr's neck and leaned her head against his shoulder. The cabin her guy directed them to was spacious given the circumstances, and Kerr smiled at her as he set her down on the edge of the bed. Freya sighed as her arms loosened from around his neck. There was a growing sense of dread within her as her fingertips dragged along his shoulder and across his chest. One arm fell away from him, while the other slid along his bicep. The dread threatened to turn into panic as Kerr rose to leave, and her hand clamped around his wrist. "please stay," she whispered, her voice small and desperate. Kerr nodded. Freya scooted inward across the bed and rolled away from him. Kerr curled up behind her, pressing his body alongside hers, and Freya trembled. Just the warmth of his body against her was reassuring. Eventually she would stop falling, and maybe he would be there to catch her. She shivered as she felt an arm slide beneath her head, and the other reach across her chest. Maybe... "I'm with you," she murmured, looking over her shoulder at him. "You don't have to-" Freya spun around within his arms, cutting him off with a soft kiss. Her own arms were tucked in tight between them, her hands resting gently on his pecs. Her leg curled around his, lifting it and sliding it up between her thighs. She breathed deeply as their lips parted, taking in the raw scent of him, and immediately pressed for more. He pulled back slightly but she followed. "Frey-" he managed, in a short break between kisses. Freya froze, eyes widening in fear. "You... you seem really fragile right now. I don't want to take advantage of you." Freya bit her lip and looked away for a moment. When their eyes met again, Freya began to push him. Slowly, Kerr rolled onto his back, and Freya rolled with him. She settled her knees down on either side of his hips, keeping her hands placed gently against his chest. "Let me know if this isn't ok," she whispered. "I just... I really need someone to hold on to right now." Kerr nodded reluctantly. She could feel him hardening beneath her, but she needed more than his attraction, and more than his sharp tongue. She leaned down to kiss him again, and began to grind her hips. The kiss started slowly, and Freya felt a warmth spread through her as he kissed her back. As he reciprocated. She pushed for more, opening her lips. She melted when his tongue greeted her at the door and invited her in. She pressed her hips down harder, relishing in his thickening obstruction, and was careful to arch her back to keep her own above and away. Her tongue parried and danced, delicately probing. She cooed into his mouth as she felt him grab her ribs, and quivered to think how far his thumb and forefinger reached from each other. Their tongues moved faster and faster, breath coming fast and heavy through the nostrils. His fingers wrapped into the fabric of her shirt, pulling it slowly upward. Several inches of her back were exposed before she knew what he was doing, and he gasped when she sat up and ripped it off over her head. His shirt, discarded and forgotten as well. She panted as she stared down to unclasp her bra, eager for it to be out of the way, and threw herself at him again as soon as it was. His hands sank into the pale flesh of her breasts, kneading the meager mounds. She moaned at the feel of her sensitive buds against his palms, and at the moisture that had crept into the crotch of her pants. She kissed him over and over, wanting him inside of her again. Needing him inside of her. She sat up again, their bodies perpendicular, and fumbled frantically at the button and zipper of her pants. Kerr immediately reached down and did the same. Freya rolled onto one knee as she pushed her pants and panties down and kicked off her boots, staying off of him only long enough to allow him to do the same. When she straddled him again, she saw him staring down, wide-eyed. "Don't think about it," she urged. "Not right now." Kerr nodded slowly, and she reached down between her legs to grasp him. Freya pushed the head up and down the length of her folds, letting it gather a coating of her fluids. As the flared tip pressed against her opening, Freya shuddered in anticipation. She let out a tiny whimper as she lowered herself, fully focused on the feel of stretching around him. The tension, and the release. The incredible strain. She sank down until the skin on skin friction was approaching painful, and pulled back. A few short thrusts, spreading herself on him more generously, before she pushed for more. Freya groaned to a stop a few inches further down, and rolled her hips up and back. Each movement smoother and wetter than the last. Her hips sang a joyful ode; the pain meant she was still alive. She braced herself, and made one final push. "Fuuuuuck," Kerr grunted. His fingers pressed into her chest again, and her left hand immediately slapped against the back of his right to keep it there. Her other hand planted on his shoulder for balance. Nails curled like talons. Kerr hissed, but made no further objection when she clenched herself around him. "Fuuuck," they grunted together. Freya savored the feel of her walls around him, and released. She panted and tightened again, feeling herself adjust to his size. It was exquisite. His fingers flexed, squeezing and collecting her breasts into his palm, and Freya's hand shot down to her rigid, quivering clit. She winced as she watched his eyes follow her hand, but she could no more stop from touching herself right then than she could breath underwater. She shifted her weight forward, giving herself room to maneuver her hips, and started a slow roll. Kerr threw his head back and groaned, and Freya bit into her lip. Rather than stroking herself, though, she rubbed her thumb back and forth across the sensitive tip. Her quiet panting mingled behind his throaty rasping, and she lost herself in the motion. She rode him like a wave, feeling it in her stomach each time she hit the crest and in her thighs every time she bottomed out in the trough. Harder and harder, she bounced against his groin, cursing slightly under her breath over and over. Louder, when he started thrusting back, meeting her several inches above the bed. The slapping of skin against skin, louder. Their cries, louder and louder. The ship banked beneath them, and Freya screamed as she fell away to her side. Kerr's hands quickly moved around her ribs, and they tumbled together, ending up inverted less than a second later. Her beneath him. "Keep going," she pleaded, drawing her legs up. Kerr planted his hands above her shoulders as she hooked her arms behind her knees, and she moaned loudly as he began to pound her. She was unconscious of slipping her arm further around her knee to furiously stroke her clit; her need to cum with him inside her was overwhelming. His smell strengthened with each pant as the sweat dripped off of him. His heady scent dominated her every breath, putting her senses in overdrive. Her skin electrified with each droplet. She felt the bed bend beneath her each time he shifted his weight forward. She drew her chin to her chest, watching the muscles of his core flex and harden with each push. Her toes curled against the balls of her feet as she watched his body writhe above her like a great coiled snake. "Mmmmmmmm fuck!" She felt her middle tightening, the herald of her climax, and double timed the stroking of her clit. "Hnnnnngh!!" She blushed hard as he stared at her; he had to be able to see her shoulder shaking from effort, had to know what she was doing. "Fuck! Fuck!" The longer he stared, the deeper she blushed, until her orgasm ripped through her. Her screams, born deep in her middle, echoed deafeningly off the bulkheads. On and on she wailed, while he mercilessly pummeled her hole. "Are you ok if I keep going," he said, as she bit hard into her lip and squirmed beneath him. "God, yes," she rasped. "Keep going!" Freya let go of her legs, letting her feet hover in the air behind him, and took up her clit and left nipple. She pulled up hard on the areola, her fingers getting just behind the hardened nub for grip, and she squealed as her breast rose like a tent. Her clit throbbed in her hand, swollen and tender from being alternately squeezed like a vice to stop the blood flow all together, and pumped to encourage it. Kerr's face twisted as he bore down on her cunt, the brow drawn down in anticipation. Light Rays Coming Out of the Computer Ch. 04 "Please cum inside me," she begged. "Please. Please!" "Fuck," Kerr grunted, his lips curling. "Please, Kerr. Please cum inside me. I need you inside me." "Fuck," he cried. "Fucking... fucking..." "Yes," she screamed. "Yes!" Kerr's face stretched, his jaw going slack and his brow racing up over his forehead. As his thrusts slowed to a stop, Freya curled her legs around his back and hooked her feet together to pin him deep within her. His thick, warm cum flooded over her lips and down into the crevice of her ass. He groaned loudly as she squeezed him in waves, milking his cock with her warm, wet walls. Her arm was a blur as she stroked herself, and Kerr whimpered as she clamped on his overstimulated tool. "Freya," he gasped. "I-hnnnnngh... I need to... I need to..." "A few more seconds," she panted. "God, just... a... a..." Freya screamed as Kerr grabbed her other nipple and twisted, her second orgasm finally touching down after hovering just out of reach for so long. He collapsed on top of her, whimpering as she clenched his softening rod, and fell slightly to her side. They remained that way for hours, entangled and passed out in a damp pool of sweat and cum. *** Kerr was gone when Freya woke. She still felt exhausted physically, but much of the mental fatigue had melted away. Her skin felt stiff and sticky, and the half bath in the corner called her name so sweetly. The steady thrum of the SMR below deck was the only indication they were still moving. Twenty minutes later, feeling a little bit more human, Freya wandered through the unfamiliar halls of NS 4021. She'd already taken to calling him Jerry. Also, the ship was a he. "You poor dear," Freya said upon entering the mess. Roxie was cleaning her guns there when Freya walked in, and it pained her to see one of her Synths in such disarray. Logically she knew Roxie wasn't in any pain and that it was all superficial damage, but that didn't change the feeling of a knife twisting in her stomach. "Come on." Roxie was strangely quiet as Freya lead her into the cargo bay. She had to have the Synth pry open the trunk space, and Freya winced at the disarray of parts and tools. "I don't have an Ani-skin printer in here. I can fix your eye, but..." Roxie extended her index and middle fingers, and pointed vigorously at her face up and down the length of torn skin. Freya frowned sadly. "You want me to... staple it? It won't grow back, child." Roxie smiled and shrugged, nonplussed. "Oh, and I don't think I have any purple eyes..." That hit harder, but Roxie still seemed alright. Freya carefully peeled back the Ani-skin from the left half of Roxie's face. Fortunately, there seemed to be no damage to the actual skull; merely to the ocular unit. The eye was a quick replacement. Roxie chose a green one from the meager color selection. The two of them had to search the ship for a bit before Roxie found a staple gun suitably small and powerful enough. Freya marked off and drilled a dozen tiny pilot holes so the ceramic wouldn't crack, and within an hour, Roxie was done. The Synth stared at herself in a bit of chrome on the mangled remains of the taxi, and smiled. "For the Beez," she said, shaking Freya's hand. "You said that before. Who is Beez?" Roxie smirked and looked around, and said "Beez," with a shrug of her shoulders as if to imply 'duh'. Freya made a mental note to check Roxie's internals later as the Synth headed back toward the mess. *** Jerry was not an overly large ship. Freya wasn't up on her lingo, but if she was reading the terminal in the cargo area, the SMR unit had just been replaced and had a theoretical range that circumnavigated the globe many times over. There was a tiny spark of hope burning brightly within her as she made her way, through trial and error, to the bridge. "Four! She had four of them," Kerr laughed, as the door swung open. "What did you do with them all?" her guy chuckled, through a communications setup. "Oh," Kerr said, blushing a little and turning when he heard Freya approaching. "You really don't want to know the answer to that." "I really do," her guy said quietly. "You two getting along?" Freya asked, as she sat down carefully in one of the high backed chairs with a view out the front port. She promptly lifted both of her feet up onto the edge of the seat and huddle against her knees. "He is a funny guy," Kerr said. "You're too kind," her guy said, with a hint of sarcasm and something else. "Do you know where we're going?" she asked, to no one in particular. "Going? You're already there. Well, nearly enough." "What?" Kerr slid his chair along a row of stations and tapped at a display. "Where was it, where was it... Ah!" A holomap overlay lit up the wall beside the front port, and Kerr shook his head. "I thought you said we were the white dot." "You are, my good man." Freya looked out the window at the rolling green hills and dense, albeit low, canopy. "No we're not," Kerr said, perplexed. "Green Mountain is still the closest city to us... That or Schenectady." Freya looked again at the hills. They were... evenly spaced... and in the distance, great peaks. "I assure you that you are nearly there. Or here, I suppose I should say." "Is this map right?" "Kerr," Freya said, slowly rising out of her chair and staring. The peaks were... "How do I check the date on this map?" "Kerr," she said, more insistently. "Look." Those peaks were getting closer too quickly to be mountains far away. A deathly quiet fell over the bridge as nature slowly gave way to concrete. The rows of low hills became rows of rubble and toppled buildings, and the valleys between the hills became streets. The tallest structures, miles yet ahead, had gaping holes in the scaffolding. Some were tipped over against each other, perilously suspended at impossible angles. Freya screamed as Roxie appeared next to her, the Synth's grim expression made even grimmer by the hatchet-job repairs. "Welcome to New York," her guy said. "The city that sleeps." Silence resumed. Kerr came over to stand beside Freya as Jerry floated along, two hundred feet above the ground. An indescribable mix of emotions, somewhere between horror and dread of threats both in front and behind, drove her to seek Kerr's hand. Though he squeezed back reassuringly, his face was tight with fear as they looked out over nuclear ruination. Both humans gasped as a crater, easily a half mile across, came into view on their right. Over two thousand feet of nothing but black scorch marks. Ground zero. Jerry banked softly away, slowed to a stop, and began to descend. Kerr's fingers were like a vice as the long white ship went down, down, down, and then continued when Freya's sense of distance thought they should be hitting the ground. Down through a hole in the street, somewhat larger than Jerry, they descended. Jerry's external flood lights kicked on, illuminating an entirely different city. Largely free of the wanton explosive destruction they'd seen above, this area was also equally quiet and seemingly uninhabited. Jerry spun and began moving forward again, and Freya could see why this ship had been chosen. The streets, though mostly intact, were not particularly wide. Jerry floated along, hitting the occasional tilted street light to little effect, through the deserted undercity, for miles. *** "Unfortunately," her guy said, after clearing his throat to break the silence, "you'll have to travel on foot from here." Jerry settled down gently in front of a particularly low support beam, and the SMR entered it's cooldown phase. Freya and Kerr looked at each other and nodded. "The radiation is nominal here. I wouldn't set up a tent and try to live out there, but you'll be alright as long as you don't dawdle." The two of them wandered slowly through Jerry's quiet, fluorescent halls. Freya began to panic when they saw that the loading bay door was already down. "Relax," her guy said, through the PA. "It was just Roxie getting a head start. She'll be making a few trips back and forth for all the items in that taxi. You two just worry about getting here. Roxie left you two flashlights and one of her pistols just in case. You shouldn't have any trouble, but there are some... things... that make their homes down here. Best to be safe." *** The flashlights were wholly inadequate down in the bowels of the undercity by Freya's reckoning. On the other hand, she would have needed about 15 arms and 20 flashlights to be satisfied. Kerr had the pistol. She couldn't put her finger on what he was doing wrong, but she was fairly certain he'd never fired one before and would regret firing that one. Time, more than anything else, seemed to be the big killer down here. Huge cracks and pits stained the otherwise-identical concrete structures. The echoes of load-bearing groans in the distance were constant; the faint sounds of shuffling feet, were not. After a while, the buildings gave way to a massive debris pile like an imploded building. They walked slowly along the edge of it, flashlights darting back and forth, until Roxie came running out of the center of it. The Synth smiled and waved, and ran back inside. Freya ran after it, desperate not to be left behind, and Kerr followed suit seconds later. Deeper and deeper they ran, never quite losing sight of their guide but not catching it either. Not until they rounded a corner and found Roxie waiting next to an open door leading under a pile like all the others around it. Once they got close, Roxie gleefully sprinted back out into the gloom. The first room past the door was a much nicer living room than Freya's own. Or at least, it had been once. The entire space was immaculately clean, but she couldn't imagine why there were six separate devices in the entertainment center, or what purpose they all served. The kitchen beyond, decorated in a similarly sleek style, was cleaned to a mirror finish on every surface. "End of the hall," her guy said. Freya thought it was a little odd that he hadn't met them at the door, but she was accustomed to not always doing business face to face. The sexbot trade was, by and large, not a hugs-and-handshakes crowd. As Freya descended the few steps past a side hall, a section of the wall beside her opened inward and slid away. She recognized some of the equipment as belonging to a mini-fabrication system, but not others. It wasn't too dissimilar to her own work space, once she really stopped and looked. Old, yes, but nice. A green light pulsed in the middle of a rack of servers running the length of the left wall as she entered. "Hello," the green light said. "It's so wonderful to finally meet you. I am the Motherfucker." It was a long time before either Kerr or Freya moved. Light Rays Coming Out of the Computer Ch. 05 "It's getting worse, isn't it?" the Motherfucker asked. Freya had to stop and press her hands flat against the table, they were shaking so bad. "Are you hearing them now?" "Yes," Freya said, her voice tight with strain. "Why don't you put that down for a moment. I've been looking into that drug you asked about, and I've found some... interesting information." "Do you think you can make it?" "Quell is not a new compound, actually. It's derived from an older chemical called Quetiapine, more commonly known by it's brand name Seroquel." Freya covered her mouth by reflex. "Oh my god, do you have some?" "Well..." The green light dimmed. "I do. But." Her eyes widened with each second of his pause, until they could widen no further. "But?!" she exclaimed. "Freya, what do you know about schizophrenia? Beyond that you suffer from it, and that you experience several of the classic symptoms?" "A lot of people do, not just me." "Yes, quite a lot. In Green Mountain City alone, there are approximately 4,753,000 recorded cases of schizophrenia." "Ok?" Freya shrugged uncomfortably in her clothes. The suit he'd made for her fit well enough, but she'd been sweating heavily under the stress; the peanut gallery had been extremely active of late. Wearyingly active. "In the time before I was created, there were hundreds of studies done on the roots and causes of schizophrenia, and the general consensus seemed to be that there was no consensus. Hundreds of underlying factors in genetics were identified as possibly leading to schizophrenia, in addition to causes in early childhood. Do you know what Hypoxia is?" "Oxygen starvation," Freya said, mechanically. She surprised herself with how quickly she remembered that, given how long it had been since she'd looked into joining one of the extraplanetary mining outfits. "Near enough. Cerebral Hypoxia in the infant and toddler stage is shown to have a direct link to the appearance of symptoms of schizophrenia later in life. How can you make a shot for that? So many different causes were identified that, eventually, schizophrenia came to stand more for a nebulous cloud of overlapping symptoms rather than a singular, hard diagnosis like, for example, Tetanus. Several parts of the brain were identified as playing a role in schizophrenia. The hippocampus, the basal ganglia, the cerebral and prefrontal cortex. It's extremely wide spread." "Quell is too good to be true," Freya said, shaking her head. "Well, you're half right. Let's approach this from another angle. The current population of Green Mountain City is 41,187,695. That means that schizophrenia affects just over 11.5% of the population. That's quite a jump up from pre-Purge times, where it affected 1% of the population." Freya chewed on her lip. "Is it because... we're women? And women... are more likely... to..." "Just the opposite," the Motherfucker said. "Men were almost one and a half times more likely to develop symptoms than women. Even ignoring that, how do you go from 1% to 11.5%?" Freya shook her head. "Lets try this. By all accounts, Quell is as accurate as advertised. Everything I can find points to an 87% efficiency in the management of schizophrenic symptoms. That leaves a 13% void. 13% of 4,753,000 is... drumroll please... 617,890, which is 1.5% of the total population." "I..." Freya's lips worked in quiet frustration. "What does..." "Let's assume for a moment that either Wolbachia, widespread radiation, or some other external factor caused an increase in schizophrenic diagnoses from 1% to 1.5%. A big leap, yes, but not an unbelievable one. A number roughly analogous to the amount that should have been born with schizophrenia. Given the success rate of Quell and the raw numbers I've found..." Freya exhaled loudly in the pause. "You think I was given schizophrenia." "Unfortunately, I don't have the ability to distinguish between naturally occurring and induced schizophrenia. I'm not even able to prove it was induced. Not yet, anyway. I'm still looking into the manufacturer, AstraChem. Their idea of 'product testing' and 'good documentation' leave a lot to be desired." Freya stared down at the nearly completed Synth torso, and quietly processed. The peanut gallery was absolutely silent. *** "And then I push what?" Freya pinched the bridge of her nose and grimaced. "Slash, type the word execute, and then L, the numeral four, D, G." Kerr hunted and pecked at the control terminal. Roxie smiled as Freya opened up her torso cabinet, and Freya shuddered. She never liked leaving the Synths on when she worked on them, but the Motherfucker had been adamant. "L... 4... D... G..." "There we are." The male Synth smiled and looked around. "Oh yes, that's nice." "Whaddya think," Freya asked, not looking up from Roxie's innards. "How does it feel in there?" "Very strange. Very strange," he repeated, modulating his voice down a bit. "Very strange. There we are." Sounded more like There we ahhh. Freya stared down at her pants and shook her head vigorously. "Whoa, what is all of..." "Oh. Yes," the Motherfucker said. "I replaced part of Roxie's processing suite with a prototype." "Well you could have told me," she barked. "The only reason I'm in here is to see what's goin' on with her speech." Roxie frowned and looked over at the Motherfucker as Freya began to pack her back up. "Nothing is wrong with your speech, Love." Roxie did not seem placated by the Motherfucker's answer. "Hey," Freya said, touching her ear piece. "I'm not alone right now." "Who is calling you?" Kerr said, his brow furrowing. "It's my..." She turned and looked at the Motherfucker, who regarded her flatly. "It's..." "How are you even getting a signal down here?" Roxie and the Motherfucker looked at each other, their expressions unreadable. "Did you tell someone where we are?" Kerr said, panicking. "No," she said tersely. Kerr would not be placated. "I thought you had this place on lockdown," he screamed while turning toward the Motherfucker, who merely raised his eyebrows in response. "Kerr, I wasn't-" "Damnit Freya!" She winced as he shouted. "Who were you-" "I wasn't talking to anyone!" she screeched. "I... hear voices..." Kerr blinked. "...You're a skitzo?" "Hate that word," Freya muttered, looking down and away. "I'm a fucking human being, not some... subtype to be looked down on and disdained." "Oh Christ," Kerr said, backing away and covering his mouth. "You said 'We all are'. I thought you were just exhausted." "I was," she said, her voice breaking. "Kerr please." "I could've learned to deal with that thing between your legs," he said, already shaking his head as he backed toward the door of the mini-fab, "but this is..." "Kerr, please!" "Fly me outta here," he said, turning away from the crying woman to address the Motherfucker directly. "Anywhere will do. I'll sell that flying hunk of junk on my own." "Please! Just listen!" "You know what, just... don't," he said, shaking his head at Freya as he stepped out into the hall. Freya turned and ran over to grab the naked Synth by the shoulders. "Give me the green one," she pleaded. The Motherfucker's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Are you sure?" "Please!!" He nodded slowly, and behind her, the fiberglass cover over the miniature centrifuge in the corner popped open. Two sealed vials, one yellow and one green, sat inside it. Freya scrambled across the room, pulled out the green vial, and grabbed a hypodermic needle from the drawer below. *** "Kerr!" she screamed, as she ran out into the debris pile. "Kerr!!" "Leave me alone," he yelled over his shoulder, as he continued to walk away. "Kerr wait!" "Whatever you're gonna say, just save it. I-" Kerr roared and spun, striking Freya across the cheek with the back of his fist. The thin, purple-haired woman twirled as she fell to the ground, bleating, as he fumbled to remove the needle from his neck. "What the fuck was that," he screamed. Freya twisted onto her back and crabwalked away from him. One cheek already swollen, the other merely puffy from tears. A thin stream of blood ran down from her trembling lip. "What did you do to me!?" Freya's bloodshot eyes widened in fear as he staggered. She scurried through the dirt away from him, but by his third step he was already woozy and ranting incoherently. Roxie stepped past her, snaking her arm around Kerr's shoulder just as he began to slump. Her face was grim as she fought off one final defensive flailing, and slung him over her shoulder. "I'm a monster," Freya sobbed, as she sat in the dirt. "I'm a monster." "If it makes you feel any better," The Motherfucker said, squatting down next to her, "it was your questionable morals that intrigued me about you in the first place." Freya shook her head as she broke into a heavy cry. *** "Never thought would be missing crazy ship AI." "Awww," said the male voice with the accent she'd never heard. "Are you not enjoying my company?" "Is barrel of monkeys to be kidnapped," Anya said, grinding her teeth. Ashley shook his head, still smarting over having his ship hacked right under his nose. "Two minutes," he said. Both of them wore a sour expression as they trudged down into cargo. Being prisoners in their own home for ten hours had had a dampening effect on the good mood they'd been in when they set out that morning. "I see that you're armed, Ms. Adamovna. I expected no less of you, but I thought it was important you know that I know." Anya grumbled under her breath, her grimace deepening. "Brace for impact." Ashley grabbed one of the nylon handholds to brace himself. Anya did not. The Artemis touched down, slightly rougher than usual. Ashley nervously checked the terminal again. "0.2 sievert," he said, as he opened the loading bay door. The air was still swirling as the turbines wound down. The crazy Synth from before and another man were standing twenty meters away, unphased by the swirling dust. Twenty meters beyond them, Freya and Kerr sat on the hood of an ancient looking magcar, except with wheels, shielding their eyes. "Hello," the man said, as he and the Synth stepped forward. Ashley and Anya shared a confused look, instantly recognizing the voice of the man who had taken over their ship. Ashley looked around at the desolation, trying to figure out where he might be hiding the hardware necessary to break through his custom encryption. "You have two minutes before patience becomes untenably thin," Anya growled. The Synth smiled, her eagerness for a rematch plain, but the man held up a hand to forestall her. "Now now," he said. "Let's all take a deep breath. Or at least, those of us that breathe should." Ashley snorted, and the Synth turned to regard him with the same predatory leer it had back in the store. "The reason I brought you here," he continued, "is because you two have a reputation. It would only have been a matter of time before you found my associates, and the results then would have been much more unpredictable." Anya grunted non-committally. "As I understand it, you were hired for two purposes; to recover stolen merchandise, and to capture the perpetrators. Is that correct?" Anya grunted again. "Freya," he said loudly, over his shoulder, "Would you be a dear and come here for a moment?" Ashley furrowed his brow as he watched the tall, purple-haired woman jump off the car and skip - skip - across the intervening space. "Hey Motherfucker," she said, as she neared the man. "I... um..." She looked at Anya and Ashley in turn without seeming to recognize them. "I was thinking," she whispered, barely loud enough to be heard. "I used to think you were a voice in my head too, but then I made you real. I..." She looked at Ashley furtively before continuing. "I think that means I'm God." "You might be right," the man said, with a bit of smiling shock to his features. "Hey," she yelled, turning back to Kerr, who was still seated on the hood of the dilapidated car. "He thinks I might be God!" "What am I thinking right now?" Kerr yelled back. Freya held her fingertips to her temples and squinted at him. "You want to have sex." Kerr reeled, holding his hands up as if pressed against the inside of a bubble. "Am I thinking that because I was thinking that, or am I thinking that because you made me think that?" "He's always thinking that," she said softly, out of the side of her mouth. "If," the man interrupted, "you two are going to procreate, perhaps go behind the car?" Freya turned to regard Anya and Ashley suspiciously. "Good idea," she said, as she slunk off. "She was more..." Anya grumbled as she searched for the right word. "Formidable. When last saw her." "She's had a rough couple of weeks," the man said. "Are they high?" Ashley said, incredulously. "I'm afraid not. More than that, though..." He turned around. "1812. Come here." Kerr was already stripping out of his clothes as Freya got to him. Out of one of the shadows beside them floated the MacGuffin. Ashley's breath caught in his throat as he stared. The box had been painted in blue, white, and red stripes, and a meager speaker tinkled the notes to the 1812 Overture as it moved. "What... the.. what the frell did you do to it?" Ashley cried. "That thing was priceless!" "Freya wanted a toy," he said simply. "Patience untenably thin," Anya growled. "What was point of bringing here?" "For you to see, of course. The item is ruined, and the people are damaged." "Not paid to make judgement calls," she said. She leaned as if taking a step around him, but the man held up a hand. "What if there was an alternative?" "Paid to bring back box and fugitives," Anya said, already eyeing up the Synth, who for her part looked just as eager to get another shot at the big Russian. "They don't want this box back, do they?" the man said, looking at Ashley. Anya turned to look at him too. Roxie turned and jogged back over to the magcar behind her. "It's worthless," Ashley said, feeling a pit grow yawningly large in his stomach. "They want the priceless artifact. The one they paid a King's ransom for." He smirked as Roxie walked back toward them, carrying a simple brown box with a red button on top in her arms. Anya's expression soured even further. "And here it is." Ashley swallowed hard. "Is that a fake?" "And a damn good one too," the man said, "if I do say so myself." He reached over and pressed the red button, and the brown box made a tiny puttering sound as it began to hover in the air. "This will stand up to fairly serious scrutiny." "And if does not?" Anya growled. "Then you need to make them believe," the man said, his eyes narrowing. Suddenly, Ashley was less sure about which of the two of them was more dangerous, though he couldn't put his finger on why. "I've already uploaded footage of your dramatic assault on our compound, ending with the deaths of Freya Tollen and Kerr Shaughnessey, to your ship. You'll take this back to Ms. Maldonado, and you'll be very convincing. You'll get paid, and everyone goes home happy." Ashley frowned and tapped at his wrist. The video log wasn't hard to find. A holoimage popped up above his arm of what appeared to be security cam footage. An explosion ripped apart a door, and seconds later, he and Anya burst through. The camera skipped to a different angle, showing Freya and Kerr fleeing into a back room, where they barricaded themselves in. The camera switched again, showing several seconds of the two fugitives crying and hugging before detonating a bomb, and the feed cut out. "Satisfied?" he said, smugly. "She'll be pissed that we didn't bring them back alive," Ashley said, replaying the video slower and watching closely. "Am seeing third option not explored," Anya said, veins nearly bursting from her forehead. "You fared pretty well against Roxie here two-on-one. How well do you think you'll do against two of us?" At the end of the videolog, Anya sat on a table while Ashley pulled up the video feed he was currently watching, and they had a conversation he and Anya had actually had this morning. Word for word. "An," Ashley said, shaking his head. "You're concerned that the knockoff won't stand up to muster, but think it through. If Ms. Maldonado sees through the ruse, who does she go after? You. You're going to do it now to avoid harm to your adorable little pet, and secondarily to yourself." Anya's face hardened. "But if harm comes knocking anyway, you then have no reason to continue lying to protect Freya and Kerr, which defeats the purpose. I don't want you coming back here, therefore I am motivated to go as far as is necessary to keep you away." Anya looked at Ashley, and then stared at the knockoff MacGuffin for a long while. ***** //Author's Note// This is not the end, but it is the end for a while. There will be an epilogue for Light Rays that will take place after the events yet to come in The Huntress. If you are coming to this story later, do not proceed from here to the epilogue, as it will not make sense.