1 comments/ 39184 views/ 3 favorites Puppet Ch. 01 By: Margin Walker "Welcome to Imad's Pleasure Parlor. How may I help you?" the young man standing at the counter, his fingers poised over the keyboard, said to the older man who had just entered the lobby. "Um, I have an appointment." The older man fidgeted nervously. He moved his briefcase from one hand to the other and then leaned his elbow on the counter, trying to look casual. "Your reservation number?" the younger man asked. The badge pinned to his shirt continuously scrolled the message "Welcome to Imad's Pleasure Palace. My name is Kit. How may I help you?" "48723," Taylor said. "Okay." Keys clicked quickly, then Enter was hit hard. "Yes, you have an appointment with Valerie today." The young man, Kit, glanced up, the light reflecting off of his dark black optical implants. Taylor looked into the black glass disks attached to Kit's skull, hiding his eyes, and wondered why if he had the implants he was working at a computer console. Probably another bad implant and now he was stuck with them. "Yes, I do." "Okay. I just need to ask you a few questions..." "Um," Taylor broke in, rubbing the chip under the skin at the base of his thumb. "If you don't mind me asking..." The younger man looked up at him, his lips pressed to a tight line. "Is there something wrong with your optical implants?" "No, sir. The surgery isn't done. I am working to save for the rest." His voice was very bland, almost robotic. "Oh, sorry. I just...I work in that field and was just curious." "Thank you, sir, for your...consideration." The young man turned his gaze away and Taylor felt better as those swirling dark lenses shifted away from him. Taylor figured that he must be going to a hatchet man, a low-priced, street doctor whose expertise with that type of work was poor. He would be lucky if he could even see once the hatchet man was done with him. Taylor cleared his throat and pulled a card out of his pocket. Hesitantly, he held the card towards the younger man. "This is my card." Kit turned to look at it, but didn't take it from him. "Take it." "No, thank you, sir. I do not wish to know who you are." He turned his head back to the monitor. "I understand. In this...place...anonymity is the rule. But I've seen the work of the hatchet men and I don't want the same to happen to you." "Thank you, sir, for your consideration. However, I must decline." Taylor nodded his head. He laid the card on the counter, facedown. "I'll leave it here. Throw it away if you don't want it or hold on to it if you do. Just remember I made the offer." "Thank you, sir." He didn't take the card or even acknowledge it. Taylor hoped that he'd at least throw it away. It wouldn't be good for someone else to find it sitting there. "Okay sir, was there a specific scenario you had in mind?" Taylor stood up straight and stuffed his hands into his pockets. "Yes, um, asleep." "You want her asleep the whole time?" Taylor hesitated, picturing a scene in his mind. "No. Asleep, but wakens during it. Very loving." Clicking of keys. "Dress?" "Naked." Taylor turned his head to look around the small waiting area. Why couldn't they get private rooms or cubes for this? If someone were to walk in now, another appointment, it would be just too embarrassing. He might have to turn and walk out. "Violence?" "No," Taylor said immediately. "None." "How long?" "One hour." "Would you like her to orgasm?" "Yes. Twice." Taylor knew that would be the most expensive part, but he wanted her to enjoy it. He hoped somewhere deep in her dream state she would feel those orgasms and enjoy it. The clicking stopped. "Anything else?" Taylor looked back into those black discs. "Can you make her say 'I love you'?" "Of course." Taylor sighed, wondering what this young man thought of him, but tried to remind himself that it didn't matter, it was just a job to him. He shrugged his shoulders and shivered, standing in the open room, so exposed. He didn't like this place, didn't like how dirty and dark it was. The other parlors were brightly lit and clean with small rooms for the questionnaire, smiling faces reassuring you that you're not a pervert, offering a cup of coffee. But none of them had Valerie. "The total for today will be 8,400, sir," the younger man said and turned away from the computer console. Taylor laid his hand on the counter, palm down, with the thumb spread wide. The programmer lifted the electronic reader from beside the computer and waved it over the chip in Taylor's hand. He turned back to the computer. "Okay sir. The funds have been transferred. I will program this and call you when she is ready." "Thank you," Taylor said and nodded his head to the younger man, taking a last look at his card sitting untouched on the counter, wanting to take it back, but instead turning away to sit in one of the old, battered chairs. As Taylor sat back in the chair the video wall came to life, tuned to some 24-hour news network. He immediately glanced away to search the stacks of old paper magazines for something worth reading. All of the magazines were porn and he felt dirty just pushing them around on the table. He crossed his legs and slouched back in the chair, closing his eyes to shut out the noise of the television and the hectic clicking of the keyboard. This is the only parlor he knew of that had the same person running the front desk and programming the puppets. It was also one of the cheapest parlors. All of the costs went to getting exotic and exceptional puppets. Extras like neural interfaces and coffee were scrapped to keep costs low. Taylor relaxed back in the chair and pictured Valerie in his mind, wondering if she'd changed much since he was there last month, picturing her dark blue eyes, her long, blonde hair, her light, creamy skin, features that were all very rare, manifestations of recessive genes that were being pushed out of the gene pool, and so made her an exotic puppet. He sighed deeply, feeling his chest constrict as he thought of her, so beautiful and young, trapped in this place, a victim to the urges of any man who walked through the door with enough credits to buy her body, men who probably weren't as gentle or loving as him, men who didn't love her like he did. But then what man could possibly love her as he did? "Valerie is ready now, sir," the programmer said, startling Taylor from his thoughts. Taylor jumped to his feet, lifting his briefcase with him. "She is in room 3F," the programmer said as he walked from behind the counter. He waved his hand across a sensor and a door opened. "Down this hallway. Turn right at the third intersection. Third room on the right." "Thank you," Taylor mumbled as he stepped past the younger man and into the hallway, looking quickly into those black disks that looked back at him blankly. He turned away and started walking down the bright hallway, his shoes clacking loudly against the hard floor. The programmer, Kit, let the door close with a thud, getting a last glimpse of Taylor's back. Kit walked behind the desk and picked up Taylor's business card. He turned it around and squinted to see the words printed on it. He rubbed his fingers across his implants and winced, feeling them biting into his skull, still not healing correctly. His vision was horrible, all he could see well was the computer monitor, everything else was dark and misty. He shoved the card into his pocket, thinking that he shouldn't need it. One more surgery, next week, and that would be it. The implants would work and he'd be plugged in. But just in case, it couldn't hurt to keep the card. - Taylor walked slowly down the hallway, his eyes shifting from side to side to glance at the closed doors on either side of the hallway. He passed one intersection and glanced down both ways. There were twelve rooms in that hallway. He'd been here before and knew that there were fourteen rooms on the main hallway and twelve rooms in each of the four intersecting hallways. That was sixty-two rooms, each wasn't occupied, some were theme rooms, but at least half of them were. He dropped his head down, wanting to shut out this place, pretend he wasn't there, just walking to his room, nothing else there. He turned right into the third hallway and stopped. The door to his right was partially open like the actuator was stuck and it wouldn't quite slide all the way closed. The door was thick and if it had been closed would have blocked the sounds coming from the room. He could hear the hiss of pneumatic pumps, the whirring noise of a small engine, and the erotic moaning of a young woman. Taylor glanced down the hallways, making sure no one was there, and then leaned towards the cracked door, pressing one eye to the open space. The first thing he noticed was the naked woman, her skin dark, glistening with sweat, her breasts synthetically large and round with large dark nipples, her hair, braided into tight strands, hung down past her hips. She was strapped to a machine, her body almost vertical, but tilted back slightly, her arms held out straight from her body and pinned down, her legs held out and spread wide. Her head was tilted back with her eyes closed, her mouth open, moaning with pleasure, as a large black phallus pumped rhythmically into her ass. A long arm extended down from the machine and turned back up with the metal phallus clad in black plastic that worked in and out of her. She writhed against the metal straps holding her down, her body held suspended in the air, her chest rising and falling. Then, Taylor saw a man, naked, long brown hair draped over his shoulders, his skin a dark brown, step onto the platform in front of her, holding his large, erect cock in his hands. He stepped between the slim metal bars holding her legs and sunk his cock into her pussy. He leaned back to watch the machine sliding its phallus in and out of her ass as he started working his cock into her, his hands sliding down her strapped legs. Taylor stepped away from the door and leaned against the wall, breathing hard, feeling ashamed that he'd been turned on by watching the odd double team, the woman penetrated by man and machine simultaneously, a hideous joining of flesh and metal. He knew that was the type of people that came there and tried to push it out of his mind, reminding himself he wasn't like that. He wasn't one of them. He started walking down the hallway, seeing Valerie's room just ahead of him, and he pictured her strapped to that machine with that greasy haired man fucking her in unison with the machine, and he felt anger rising in his chest, hot and fast. He clenched his briefcase tightly in his hand, holding on to that image, burning it into his brain. This was why he was here. The atrocity, the pain, the humiliation, it all had to stop. He stopped in front of her door and took a deep breath, trying to relax his body. He twisted his head, feeling his neck creak and then pop. It was time again. He dropped his head down and closed his eyes, trying to turn that anger into purpose, reminding himself of his goal; to see her, be with her, and ultimately free her. He lifted his hand and pressed the chip against the sensor and felt the cool drift of air as the door slid open. He stepped into the dimly lit room, his eyes resting on the bed and the lump underneath the covers, blonde hair barely visible on the pillow. The door closed with a hiss behind him and he stared at her, waiting for her to move, but she laid still, the covers moving slowly up and down with her sleeping breath. The room was lit dimly by the false window, emitting a pale blue light through thin curtains to resemble the dawn of a new morning. Taylor looked at her prone form under the blankets, looking so small and defenseless, and he felt like his heart would burst, filled with love and pity. He wanted to scoop her out of the blankets in his arms and hold her small, frail body against him, protect her, love her, forever, never let her go. He sighed deep, his chest aching from the emotion, always that same pain when he saw her, joy and anguish, a beautiful torture. He dropped his briefcase on the floor and turned his head away from her, trying to regain his emotions. He looked around the room, studying the video wall, the light fixtures, the shelves of stuffed animals with glassy eyes staring back at him, the small radio, looking at each object for the cameras he knew were planted in the room. He could almost feel the lenses focusing on him, eyes in some other room watching him, his every motion being captured and stored to disc somewhere for sale in the underground porn market or held for blackmail. He knew they were there, but he couldn't see them. He'd have to act normal like any other customer coming to fuck the puppet or they would know, and he might be banished from seeing her again before he could rescue her. Taylor moved to the side of the bed, the lush carpet absorbing his steps, and slipped his coat off his shoulders, his eyes watching her as she slept, tucked under the covers. He folded his jacket and laid it on the bedside table. He loosened his tie, lifted it over his head and laid it on top of his jacket, staring at the golden blonde hair draped across the pillow. He turned his back and sat softly down on the edge of the bed to remove his shoes. He removed the rest of his clothes quietly, taking his time, not wanting to disturb her. Then, he lifted the corner of the blankets and slid into bed with her, enjoying the feel of the cool, soft sheets. He laid his head on the pillow and relaxed, holding himself away from her on the other side of the bed, watching her, wanting to move to her, hold her, but feeling the cameras watching him, waiting for him to do something, making sure he did only what he paid for, suspecting him. He moved towards her, sliding across the sheets until he felt her warmth, and then pressed his body against her back as she lay on her side facing away from him. He shamefully felt his cock already starting to harden as he felt her naked body against him. He knew he shouldn't do what he was going to do, what he had to do, that he shouldn't take any pleasure in it, but he would. He would enjoy it, and the shame and disgust would only add to the pleasure. He closed his eyes, reminding himself that he was doing this to be with her, to see her, and the sex was the only way to see her, just an excuse, just an act that had to be performed, not the ultimate reason for being here. If he happened to enjoy it, so be it, even if it was unnatural. He lowered his head to her pillow, feeling her hair against his cheek, and he inhaled, smelling her sweet perfume, like strawberries. He could hear her breathing softly and gently laid his hand on her hip, feeling her warm, soft skin under his hand, the sharp mound of her pelvis, and he eagerly pressed himself against her tighter, feeling his desire swell. He pushed his face through her hair until his lips met the back of her neck, his chest touching her back, and he kissed her tenderly. "I love you, Val," he whispered quietly, his lips grazing her skin. "I'll always love you. Remember that." He slid his arm under her pillow, tilting her head back to him, and he leaned forward to see the side of her face, her lips red and slightly parted, her nose small and delicate, her long blonde eyelashes, her cheeks blushed, a face that looked so young and innocent, the face of a child on a woman of twenty-five, the face of an angelic virgin on an experienced puppet. He leaned forward and kissed her warm cheek, his hand sliding off of her hip and over her flat stomach. He kissed her neck, feeling her pulse warm and strong. He kissed up the side of her neck, behind her ear, brushing her hair to the side gently, wanting her to stay asleep, as he slid his tongue along her skin, and then felt her chip port, cold and hard along his tongue. He had felt it and looked at it many times before. It was an Oni Tapei Model 7000 Puppet Chip Port, only about five years old. He had installed several of them himself into willing women and felt guilty for each one, but told himself that if he didn't do it the women might go to a hatchet man who might put them into an eternal coma or worse. He ran his tongue along the port, feeling the metal sides of the slim port, the skin and bone of her skull grafted to it, the small hole in the side for releasing the puppet chip, an organo-electronic wafer that could control and regulate the electric paths in the brain. Once activated the person would fall into a deep sleep, oblivious to what was happening to them, while the chip forced her body to move and act as programmed. He wanted to release that chip, pop it out of her head, and give her freedom back, but he couldn't. Not now. They would know. They would lose reception and be in here immediately to kill him, and she would be stuck here forever. What he needed was a diversion, a way to replace the chip quickly with a chip he had designed so that he could control her, interrupt their commands with his own. There had to be a way to do it. He lost his concentration on his thoughts as he heard her moan quietly, a soft groan from deep in her sleep. His inspection of her port with his tongue was turning her on in her sleep. He felt his stomach tighten with anticipation and slid his hand down her bare thighs, over her neatly trimmed pubic hair. She tilted back against him, her top leg sliding off her bottom leg, and he moved his hand to her inner thigh. His hand slid up between her legs, feeling her wet and ready. He didn't want to think or feel. Despite his reservations and shame, he just wanted her. He clamped his mouth on her neck, sucking at the skin, and pushed his arm under her neck, wrapped it around her chest, feeling her small, firm breasts against his arm. He reached between her legs, found his hard cock, and moved it towards her pussy. He spread her apart as he directed the head of his cock into her. "I love you, baby," he whispered against her neck as he pushed it inside her, sliding into her easily. He heard her moan with him as he slid inside of her until his hips were pressed against her tightly. He slid his hand down her thigh, pulled her leg over his legs, and pushed into her further, savoring the feel of her wrapped around him, so wet. He started to move in and out of her leisurely, his hands roaming over her body, caressing her thighs, her stomach, her breasts, his mouth sucking at her throat and shoulder, loving every inch of her, bringing soft moans rumbling through her throat. His shame melted away as he plunged into her, his hand moving down her body to rub her clit, his fingers feeling his slick cock moving in and out of her, and he knew this had to be right. It felt so good, so wonderful. As long as they were together, that's all that mattered, just being with her, loving her, making love to her. He hoped that deep down she would remember it, feel him with her, and could feel what he felt. Her body stiffened against him as she held her breath and he could feel her cunt tighten around his cock, an orgasm pounding through her body. He lifted his head to look at her face, her eyes closed tightly, her lips parted, held in a statuesque stillness, and then she caught her breath and groaned loudly. Her eyes opened as she woke from her sleep and he held himself inside of her, not moving, letting her waken and feel him behind her, inside of her. "Oh God," she whispered and moaned again. Blinking her eyes to shake the sleep away, she turned her head, twisting to the side to look up at him. Taylor looked down into those large, blue eyes, like large puddles of the deepest water, seeming to swallow her face with an inquisitive but shy pleading. He could look into those eyes forever, lost inside of her. Puppet Ch. 01 "Morning," she said dreamily and closed her eyes again as she exhaled deeply. "Morning, baby," he said and bent down to kiss the corner of her lips. She sighed and reached back to caress his hip and thigh. He started moving inside of her again, her cunt now slippery from her orgasm. She slid her hand up his side and behind his head to curl her fist into his hair. "Mmmm," she moaned, her voice still groggy from sleep. "That feels good." He leaned down towards her and she twisted her head to meet him in a kiss, her lips soft and giving. His tongue probed her mouth, her tongue meeting his. He pulled out of her as he moved his body over her, their mouths still locked together. She fell onto her back and he maneuvered between her legs, spread wide around him, her knees pointed to the sides, their tongues caressing, and he pushed back inside of her, his desire becoming more urgent. She broke the kiss with a soft groan, tilting her head back into the pillow, as he slid into her deeply. He pressed his hands into the air mattress and bowed his back to look down at her as he thrust in and out of her in long strokes, her eyes gazing up at him, her eyelids fluttering opened and closed, her lips parted, her golden hair splayed out on the pillow around her. He stared down at her, lost in her beauty, feeling his love for her grow as his cock grew inside of her, almost overwhelming him with emotion that he felt he could cry, his beautiful angel below him, her hands resting lightly on his hips, her legs curled up on either side of him, offering herself to him, taking him in, so sweet and loving. He dropped down on top of her and she wrapped her arms around his back as he thrust harder and faster, feeling the whole length of his cock moving inside of her, and she folded her legs around his pelvis, locking her ankles behind him, pulling him down into her. "Oh, my love, that feels so good," she moaned. "Please make me come again." "I love you, Valerie," he whispered into her ear. "I love you too, my love," she whispered, breaking into a loud grunt as he slammed into her harder. He dug his knees into the mattress and drove his cock down and into her, feeling her body soft and giving beneath him, her cunt tightening around him as he moved faster, twisting up inside of her, and then in a rush, spilling his semen into her, groaning against the side of her neck as she squealed loudly. He worked his cock in and out of her slowly, letting his cock empty into her as her body twitched in pleasure. "Oh God," she whispered. "That was wonderful. I love you so much." He pressed his face against her neck, feeling a single tear drip from his tightly shut eyes, wishing it were true, wishing she meant it, and it wasn't just her programming. She dropped her legs to the mattress and slid her hands up and down his back, caressing him softly. He lifted his head to look down at her, her eyes now wide awake, alive, the blue sparkling brilliantly. She tilted her head and smiled at him. He dipped down and kissed her. Her lips parted, kissing him deeply. He wanted to melt into that kiss, melt inside of her, never leave her. She broke the kiss and pulled away from him. "Only five minutes left, sir," she said, her voice sounding coolly mechanized. Taylor knew it was the program, not her, but it hurt the same. He slowly slid out of her, pulling back until his cock fell out, and suddenly felt cold and vulnerable. He carefully moved away from her, forcing himself to not look at her, afraid of getting lost in those eyes, and sat on the side of the bed to get dressed. "I had a wonderful time, my love," she said, sliding towards him. "Did you?" "Yes," he said and swallowed hard, forcing his emotions back down. The sorrow and anger tried to press down at him, making his chest tight and his shoulders hunch over. He didn't want to leave. He was tired of leaving, always leaving her here, leaving her for the next guy who could do any of a million unspeakable things to her. "Good. I am happy that I please you," she said, her voice light and airy, sounding like the girl he used to know. He felt her nails slide down his back, making him shiver. He stood up quickly, trying to shut her out, get dressed and get out before he did something stupid. This was not the time to do something wrong. If he did, then he could lose her forever. He heard the covers rustling as she moved in the bed. He tried to not picture her lying there, watching him dress, those eyes gazing at him. He hurriedly finished putting on his clothes, leaving his tie loose about his neck, his coat draped across his arm, and he picked up his briefcase to leave. "Goodbye, my love," she said softly as the door opened automatically. He stepped through the opening, telling himself not to turn around, don't look back at her. But he did and saw her sitting on the bed, her legs curled under her, her back to him, her head tilted, looking down, her hair covering the side of her face, the picture of lovely solitude. Then, he saw the marks, long red welts, at least half a dozen, across her back, and he started towards her, anger rising quickly, wanting to know who hit her, who burned her, but the door closed in his face, and he could only slam his fists against it, hopelessly. Puppet Ch. 02 Consciousness came to Valerie slowly like she was waking from sleep except her eyes were already open. Her room came into focus through a deep fog, the dim light from her false window casting a weak glow. She was lying on her bed, curled into a fetal position, naked. She stretched, enjoying the feel of her muscles pulling, flexing, and flipped over onto her back. She stared at the ceiling, the plastic tiles reflecting the blue light to shine a deep purple. She spread her feet to the corners of her bed and folded her hands under her head, a satisfied grin across her lips. She felt good. Her last customer, Taylor, had just left. She could still feel the orgasms lingering in her body, radiating out from her cunt, warm and electric. She could feel semen drying between her legs. She could smell him, his cologne manly and sweet, not like the stink she smelled with most customers. She knew she should shower, that was the protocol after a customer had left, but she didn't want to move right now. She wanted to lay in her bliss, enjoy feeling good for once, smelling him, trying to remember him. So few customers paid to let her have an orgasm, concerned only with gratifying themselves. It was a rare treat. She wished she could have actually been conscious for this last customer, that she could have experienced the sex, enjoyed fucking him, felt the orgasms at their height. But that would have gone against protocol. She must always be unconscious - that was the only way to truly satisfy the customer, to give the customer what he wanted, to turn her into the puppet that could satisfy his every desire, that would do exactly what he wanted - and at no emotional harm to herself. That was why she must be unconscious, separated from her body while it was used, her body acting as the customer wanted, moving as he wanted, while she stayed unaware of his invasion. A lot of the time she was happy about that. Many of the customers weren't as gentle as her last one. They had twisted fantasies involving bondage, rape, and torture, leaving the tales of their perversions upon her skin. Imad did have rules about how far a customer could take the violence because he didn't want his puppets to be ruined, didn't want too many scars and marks across their bodies to devalue their price, but Valerie still awoke with the bruises, burns, and lacerations that were allowed within those rules. The puppet chip was supposed to protect her from the emotional anguish of those experiences, and for the most part it did. But still when she slept the dreams would come, her subconscious remembering, giving her glimpses of what she had endured, images of a shadowy monster painfully twisting her bare breasts, tied up hanging by her feet, struggling to breathe around a large cock stuffed into her mouth, bent over with a large object crammed into her anus, the pumping of machines, grunting, yelling, moans, screams, all fading together into a grotesque tapestry of pain and pleasure. Valerie sighed, pushing those thoughts from her mind, wishing that next time she slept she would dream of her last lover, a man who loved her tenderly, made her feel clean and beautiful, made her feel like a woman. - Taylor sat in his living room, his first glass of bourbon on ice sitting on the table beside him. He wanted to get drunk like he had every night the past week. He hoped the alcohol could erase his memory, make him forget what he had seen, but it didn't work. It only made the memories worse and brought nightmares where Valerie was tied to a pole whipped by a large man, drenched in sweat, watching her beautiful body squirm under the lashing. He took a drink and sank into his chair, feeling helpless and lost. He had almost blown it. He had stood outside of Valerie's room, pounding on the door, swiping his hand across the sensor, but the door wouldn't open. The guards, with their grafted muscles and surgically altered beastlike faces, had come. He saw them coming, ready to grab him and throw him from the parlor, probably banning him for life. He gathered his emotions and told them that he thought he left his data stick in the room, but found it in his coat pocket. He begged forgiveness, looking into two pairs of eyes, both with permanent contacts, one pair red and the other yellow, and then walked out of the parlor. Now he sat at home worrying about what was happening to her, who was beating her. He couldn't protect her. He couldn't rescue her. That parlor was a fortress and he couldn't get her out. He heard an incessant noise, a high-pitched beeping coming from his personal cellular phone. He didn't want to answer it, didn't want to talk to anybody. He just wanted to sit and wallow in his misery. The noise wouldn't stop, drilling into his brain, driving him mad, and he stomped across the room and plucked the phone off the counter. "What?" he yelled into the phone. "Mr. Taylor?" a voice crackled over the line, barely understandable. "What?" he yelled again, falling back into his chair. "I need your help," the voice said, hysterical, choking on tears. "I can't help you," Taylor said and started to close his phone. "It's Kit from Imad's Parlor." Taylor held the phone to his ear, listening intently. - Imad sat at his console in the main control room, surrounded by monitors, each connected to a camera in the various rooms of his parlor. He was plugged in so he could hear the sound from each scene just by glancing at that monitor. Behind his electro-optic lenses his eyes jerked from one monitor to another, watching everything in his parlor, missing nothing. His eyes were getting tired and a headache was threatening to blossom at his temples. He knew he should take a break, but he didn't want to. He didn't like to leave the control room unless he had to. He slept there, ate there, practically lived there, leaving only to take care of business or satisfy his own desires. He rested his gaze on a particular monitor, instantly feeling his lust awaken in his gut like a stirring beast. He pulled the straps loose at his crotch to allow his gigantic cock to expand freely. He didn't want to rip a hole in his pants again. He looked at Valerie laying bent forward over a plastic rack, her ass pointed high in the air, her ankles bound to straps at the feet of the rack, her body folded in half with her wrists bound with straps almost as far down as her ankles. Her white skin glistened with sweat. Her long, blonde hair hung to the floor as she lifted her head, her mouth shaped in a large O, whining and screaming in ecstasy as some skinny jack-boy pounded at her ass, sliding his thin, long cock in and out of her anus. The shiny metal apertures along his spine and arms glistened. Imad could see a thin, plastic tube jacked into a port at the base of his skull and connected at the other end to a valve and plunger in the jack-boy's hand so that he could push more of the eroto-hallucinogenic drug into his nervous system. Imad watched Valerie's body move as the jack-boy thrust into her. She was his most prized puppet, a rare puppet with her light skin, blonde hair, and blue eyes. He could charge customers outrageous prices for time with her and it seemed most of them spent that time trying to ruin that which made her so special, lashing out at her aura of purity. That her mind had not cracked yet was a miracle. She was very strong mentally. Her head snapped forward as the jack-boy thrust into her one more time, ejaculating inside of her. Imad tapped a button on his armrest and his vision faded away to darkness and then the crude blocks and landscape of his network came into focus as he plugged into his system. He wandered through the blocks of code representing his various puppets, his system programs, security, communication relays, and data stores. He found Valerie's program block and swept his hand through it, watching the code open around him. He studied her puppet code, seeing she had only ten minutes left in stasis, and increased the time by another hour. He downloaded the adjusted code to her puppet chip through the wireless access point and unplugged. Back in his control room on the monitor he could see the jack-boy dressing, muttering endearing curses at Valerie whose anus was leaking his spunk. She thanked him for treating her rough and begged him to come back again. The jack-boy smacked her ass hard, making her squeal in delight, and then left the room. Imad stormed out of the control room. His immense cock led the way, pointing out long and hard in front of him, with the two flat, metal rods just under the skin extending telescopically up the sides of his cock, pumping blood into the thousands of small sacks surgically implanted inside. He was one of the few people in the world who had dared to have the organo-mechanical penis enlargement, making it now a huge phallus that would extend out perfectly straight and rigid along the two rods, and would stay up as long as he willed it. He swept into the room, the door opening automatically. The serviceman, working towards his grafted muscle implants, saw Imad enter the room and immediately stopped unstrapping Valerie and fled the room. Imad slid open a metal drawer and pulled out a hand-held electro-shock unit. He plugged it in to an outlet and carried it over to Valerie who turned her head to watch him, a large grin on her face, waiting for him, wanting him. He shoved into her, her cunt open to him, and she screamed as the immense cock spread her wide, the metal rods stretching her open. He held the electro-shock unit in his hands as he pounded in and out of her furiously, working his cock into her, forcing her cunt wider, stretching around him, making her shriek in twisted ecstasy. Once he was finally lodged inside of her he flipped the power switch and the electro-shock unit came to life with a hum and a whiff of ozone. He pressed a button and a long, slender bare wire extended out from it. He slid his cock out of her and then plunged back into her as he slapped the wire across her back. Her body jerked, current making every muscle tighten, her cunt muscles contracting around him, current flowing up the metal in his cock, through his body, and he jerked inside of her, screaming, his teeth pressed together. He slapped her with it again, his hips bucking, slamming into her uncontrollably, current writhing up and down their joined bodies, and they screamed together as he jabbed into her again and again, current flowing between them, until he came in an electric flood. - "Can you read this?" Taylor said. "The light of one is often brighter than that of a thousand," Kit read the words illuminated on his optical implants. "Good. Now plug in to my test network." Kit switched over and the words faded away to be replaced by the network represented by a small room with translucent walls and several boxes of code floating in the air. Kit stretched his hands out to one of the boxes and the code flowed around him. "What is it?" Taylor said, his voice sounding distant in the network. "It looks like code for breaking a simple 32-bit encryption key." "Good. Come back now." Reluctantly, Kit unplugged and the world seeped back into his vision. He could see Taylor standing several feet away from him at a desk, bent over a computer keyboard. He could see clearly, it seemed even better than he could before he had first gone to the hatchet man. Relief spread through his body and he relaxed back in his chair. "Looks like a full recovery. You're very lucky, Kit," Taylor said and sat in the chair next to him. "I know. Thank you, Dr. Taylor. I don't...know what to say." "Nothing needs to be said." "I mean I don't know how I can pay you back. I don't have anything left." Kit shrugged. "I know that. You said when you called me that night that you would do anything if I would help you." Kit stared back at him, ashamed, remembering that night after his last surgery with the hatchet man, waking up blind, hysterical, screaming, his girlfriend rushing to his side, yelling for help and receiving no answer. After he had calmed down they drove back to his apartment and he remembered the card from the older man at the parlor. She dialed and he called to beg the man to help him, please help him, he couldn't see, he'd do anything. "Yes," Kit said. "I remember that and I meant it." He brushed his fingers along the side of the implants feeling the raw skin around the edges and he winced. "It will heal, finally." "Are these the same lenses?" "Yes. They're good lenses. Oni Tapei lenses. The rig was bad. It was old. No way they could have worked together to do anything for you, even if the surgery had been done right, which it hadn't been. Plus that rig needed a hard connection. You had a plug in the side of your head. That's old technology. Now you're wireless." Kit couldn't help but smile. He felt great. He had wanted the implants for so long, working, saving, finding a great deal with a hatchet man that supposedly did good work. Then, after the last surgery he had thought it was over. He wouldn't be able to see. But now that was fixed. Thanks to this stranger, this stranger who would now want something from him. "What do you want?" Kit asked, trying to not feel angry towards this man to whom he now owed a big debt. "I don't have any money." "I know. I don't want your money. I need your help." Taylor looked at Kit sheepishly like he was the one who owed Kit. "How can I help you?" Kit asked, wondering if this guy was some kind of twisted sex freak and started thinking about what he would do with the guy and what he wouldn't. "I need you to help me free a puppet at Imad's." Kit didn't know whether to feel relief or fear. "What?" he asked. "I want to get a puppet out of Imad's. I want to rescue her." "You're fuckin' crazy," Kit said and chuckled to himself. "That's impossible. I can't help you with that." "Yes, you can. You're perfect. You work there. You're a programmer. Now you can plug in. You're perfect." Taylor sat back in his chair, his eyes watching Kit for a reaction. "How..." Kit started and then sighed. He sank back in his chair, feeling the weight of his obligation to Taylor. "It's just not possible." "It is possible. I've got it all worked out." Taylor leaned forward, looking more confident, anxious. "That place is a fortress, cameras everywhere...and besides the puppets can't leave. The fuckin' chip in their heads won't let them." "That's why I'll replace the chip." "What?" Kit leaned forward now. "It ain't that easy..." "I know how to do it." Kit shook his head. He could believe that. "But even if you could, they'd know. The cameras would see you." "That's why I need you to plug in and knock them out for about a minute." "They'd know," Kit said, staring at Taylor, thinking actually he could do it and they wouldn't know, starting to like the idea. This was what he wanted to do. This was why he got plugged in. But it was too soon, too big. Imad would kill him. "No. They won't. I'm sure that kind of thing happens all the time. Just give it a glitch. All I need is a minute." "Then they'd know you replaced the chip. She'd go offline while you swapped. They're always monitoring the puppets for problems with their chips and they'd know." "You'd have to knock the whole system out. Just for a minute." Taylor looked at Kit, seeing that though Kit was protesting he was liking it. He'd do it. He'd just have to let him think about it, convince himself. "Okay. So I plug in. I knock out the entire system for a minute while you replace the chip. But what good does that do you? They'd know it was a new chip once the network was back on." "Not if you give me their encryption key beforehand." Kit shook his head. He could get that. That would be easy. "So, I get you the key beforehand. You program a new chip. You come see her. I knock out the system for a minute. You replace the chip. Then what?" "Then, your part is done. You don't have to worry about the rest." "What are you gonna do? Get her to just walk out?" Kit started to laugh as he sat back in the chair. "Exactly." Kit shook his head. "You're fuckin' crazy. They'll stop her. I won't be able to knock the cameras out for that. They'll beef it up after the first time. They'll see her, grab her, bring her back." "Let me worry about that," Taylor said, his eyes cool now, serious. Kit looked at him and thought the guy must be crazy. "Why you want to do it? Why steal a puppet? You can fuck her anytime at Imad's." Taylor glanced away, his eyes looking past Kit at the wall. "She's special. She doesn't belong there." "You in love or something?" "You could say that." Taylor looked back at him and Kit saw the guy wasn't crazy. He was sane, just in love and wasn't thinking right. "Okay, Doc," Kit said, nodding his head. "I'll do it. But only because I want to do it and I think I can get away with it. I still don't think you'll get her out." "I'll get her out or tear the whole place down trying." Puppet Ch. 03 "Welcome to Imad's Pleasure Parlor. How may I help you?" Kit said, his voice flat and official like Imad wanted it, as Taylor walked through the door, carrying his briefcase. "I have an appointment," Taylor said, trying to play his part well, looking around nervously like he normally would, wanting to make sure nobody saw him there. "Your reservation number?" "51332," Taylor said. Kit sat on his stool, focused on the reservation number, and saw it appear before him. He forced the smile to stay off of his face. It was so much better than working at that archaic keyboard. Just think it, focus, and there it was, quick and easy. "You have an appointment with Valerie," Kit said. They went through the usual routine, Taylor giving the same responses he always did, and Kit entered the information into the code block in the network, setting it up as Taylor spoke, and then downloading it once they were done. "You can go back now, sir. No need to wait," Kit said after the funds had been transferred, unable to keep the grin from his lips this time. "Thank you," Taylor said and frowned at him, trying to tell Kit to take it seriously, act normal. Kit opened the door and Taylor stepped by him to walk down the hall. "Room 3F," Kit called after him and closed the door. Taylor walked down the hallway trying to look casual, trying to not look too anxious, but then he should look a bit anxious. He was starting to get a headache and his shoulders and neck felt tight. He shrugged his shoulders and quickened his pace, wanting to get into her room, and out of the open halls where anybody could see him. He entered the hall with Valerie's room and the door that had been partially open last time was closed. He glanced at it quickly, straining to hear the machines inside but heard nothing as he continued walking past it. He swept his hand across the sensor at Valerie's room and the door opened. He stepped inside, looked down the hallway quickly, seeing it empty, and the door closed behind him. He sighed deeply, feeling like he had already gotten away with something though he hadn't done anything yet. The room was lit the same as always, the false window casting a dim light. He looked at the window. It was going to be used as their signal. Kit would increase its brightness while the system was down. He would have exactly one minute until the window dimmed again meaning the system was back up and he had to be done. He looked at the bed. The covers were pushed down Valerie's body to her waist. She was lying on her side, facing him, her eyes closed as she slept, her chest rising and falling slightly. He felt the tension subside as he watched her sleeping, his eyes moving between her face, sweet and innocent, and her breasts, so smooth and firm. He saw no signs of scars or marks on her, but he wondered if she had more on her back. He laid his briefcase on the table by her bed and began to undress, letting his clothes fall on the floor. He got into the bed, sliding under the covers, and squirmed closer to her. He was feeling lighter, more at ease, as he laid down, just inches away from her, watching her sleep, looking at her rosy lips parted as she breathed, her lower arm folded under her head, her hair lying in long strands pulled behind her. He caressed her cheek softly, her skin cool and soft, and smiled. It wouldn't be long before she was free, before she was with him always, and away from this place. He slid his hand down her cheek, to her shoulder, and down her arm lying on her side. He moved a bit closer until he felt her knees touching his legs. He moved his hand across her tight stomach and then up to caress her breasts. He was relieved to feel his cock stirring. He had been worried that he wouldn't be able to perform sexually because of the anxiety from the task he had to do. But she awakened those longings in him, any disgust he should have felt were washed away because he knew he had to have sex with her to keep up the act and finally free her. As he stroked her gently, his hand sliding over her breasts, her stomach, her hips, and her thighs, he started to feel regret that this would be the last time he could be with her like this. It had always been a necessity to just be with her, but once she was free he could be with her all the time, so he wouldn't have that excuse to have sex with her. Was it just an excuse? Or did he really enjoy it? He pushed the thoughts out of his head. That was all for later. Now he had to perform for the cameras and wait for Kit's signal. Everything else could wait. - Kit glanced at the list of appointments for the day, noticing another customer should be coming in soon. That would be perfect. That would fall in line with the plan. He'd wait until the next customer came in and then plug in to shut down the system. He could leave his marks on the puppet's code, erasing any suspicions that it might have been he that caused the glitch. Imad would never figure that Kit had the hardware or the ability to program a puppet and shut down the system at the same time. He just hoped that Taylor was ready when it happened and not too busy with his puppet. - Taylor slid his hand between her thighs, so warm and soft. She mumbled softly in her sleep and he leaned forward to kiss her eyes, trying to soothe her back to sleep. He wanted her asleep when Kit shut her down. If she were awake she'd shut down abruptly when he pulled the plug and then come back up quickly when he plugged her back in. That could cause problems or just create confusion. He slid his arm under her neck and pulled her closer to him. He lifted her leg over his hips and started to rock her back and forth, whispering softly in her ear. His fingers played at her pussy, always wet and ready, wanting to enter her now, but rocking her, willing her to sleep deep, wanting the window to brighten now. - Kit was writing the program for the customer. This customer had very specific tastes and the program was one of the more complicated ones he'd had to write, not nearly as simple as the programs for Taylor. The more pain and torture the customer wanted the more complex the program would be to protect the pain centers and bring the proper responses from the puppet. But in this case he didn't mind because that would make it even better camouflage for the hacking he was also performing. He had located the receivers for all of the puppets and found the central hub. He had also found the center for all camera relays. Both would be easy to bring down but he wanted to make sure he was alone in the network before he did it. - Taylor's fingers slid inside of Valerie and he couldn't resist. She felt so good, so ready, seeming to draw him into her. He led his cock into her gently, the head pushing her open. She made no noise in her sleep and he continued sliding into her, watching her face for any sign she was waking. He clenched her butt and pulled her towards him as he slid into her as deep as he could, their bodies pressed together. He started moving in and out of her slowly, watching her face, holding her upper leg against his waist. She always felt so tight and wet, gripping him firmly, sliding along him. He shifted closer to her and pulled his leg between her legs to push into her further, wanting to be entirely inside of her. Then, the room suddenly became brighter, the light from the false window glaring into the room. For a second, Taylor was stunned, having almost forgotten the reason he was there as he enjoyed Valerie's body and he hesitated, wanting to stay inside of her, keep fucking her. But he pulled out of her and quickly slid over to the side table to grab his briefcase. This was no time to let lust get the better of him. This was it. He slid his identification chip across the sensor of the briefcase and it flipped open. He pulled out a thin, cylindrical electronic key that he plugged into his handheld computer as he crawled back onto the bed. Valerie had rolled onto her stomach when he moved away and as he kneeled over her to insert the key into her puppet port lock he could see fresh welts burned across her back. He looked away, shutting them out, and twisted her head to the side so he could see the puppet chip port. He inserted the key and tapped a couple of buttons on his computer. A program ran that would crack the passcode to the lock on her chip port. Every puppet had a specific electronic code that had to be sent to the port via the key in order to release the chip. Fortunately the codes were easy to break since the main thing stopping people from removing the chip was getting the expensive key. After a few seconds the passcode was found and the chip slid out of the port. Taylor pulled it out, tossed it into his briefcase, and lifted the case holding his chip. Gingerly he lifted it out of its case and inserted it into her port. He pressed a button on the computer and the chip slid into place. He pulled the key from the port and tossed it and the computer back into his briefcase. He slammed it shut and moved back into the bed, pushing Valerie back onto her side. The lights dimmed as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her leg over his waist. He started moving his hips like he was fucking her, but his dick had already gone soft. He could feel his heart hammering in his chest now and hoped the sweat would just look like he had been working hard at fucking Valerie. - Kit brought the system back up and then disconnected from the network. "Sorry about the delay, sir. There was a problem with the system, but now it looks like everything is working," Kit said, looking through his lenses at the customer standing by the counter. "That's fine. I just hope there's nothing wrong with it. I don't want her turning on me and trying to attack me," he said. "I'll check her code to make sure everything's all right before I engage her, sir," Kit said, watching the network appear in front of him again. - Taylor held Valerie against him, relishing the feel of her warm, soft skin, moving his hips like he was fucking her, but his limp dick just hung between her legs. He rocked her back and forth, his mind wandering, feeling no doubts or fears, only thinking of getting her out of there, having her to himself again. He could hold her like this forever now. She'd always be his. He just had to get her out. He looked into her face and wanted her to wake now. He wanted to make sure she was all right, that the procedure had gone well. He was sure it had, but just wanted the reassurance of seeing her eyes open, see those beautiful, blue eyes, and know that she was fine. He rolled her over onto her back and pushed her legs apart with his legs as he lay on top of her. He pressed his body against her, feeling his dick harden as he rubbed himself between her legs, still simulating sex, but getting turned on now, his hands moving over the curves of her body, thinking he needed to fuck her, fuck her hard to make her wake up, just so he could see her wake. - "What the fuck are you doin'?" Kit turned around quickly, letting the representation of the network fade from his sight. He saw Imad standing over him, his own optical implants glaring down at him, his arms crossed under his massive chest. "I'm programming a puppet for this customer," Kit stuttered, fear gnawing at his gut. Imad knew. "When did you get the implants?" he said, his voice deep, guttural, seeming to ripple through his throat like a growl. "Well, I've had them, sir, for a few weeks now..." Kit said and it was the truth even if they had only recently been operational. "What have you been fuckin' with in there?" Imad yelled at him and took a step forward. Kit could feel the heat radiating off of Imad's skin, so dark it should have been dyed, but it wasn't. "Nothing, sir. I haven't touched anything except puppet code. That's all I have access to." Kit tried to sound naïve like it was impossible for him to do anything else but work on puppet code. Imad hovered over him, saying nothing, and Kit realized that Imad was now plugged in. He was cruising through the network, looking for Kit's traces. That was good. That meant he hadn't already found something. Kit watched him, letting the silence hold, hearing the customer fidget behind him, waiting. "Eudora," Imad said, his voice soft like he was speaking from a long distance. "Yes, sir. I was programming Eudora. For the customer." "Okay," Imad said, his voice normal again, not soft and not yelling. He was unplugged and he had only seen Kit's traces on Eudora's code. He looked past Kit to the customer. "I'm sorry, sir. We had a glitch in our system and I am inspecting it. I will give you 50% discount for your patience," he said, his voice now sounding almost meek, putting on his Arabian accent, just some dumb immigrant. But Kit wondered who could ever believe that when looking at the mound of real muscle that was Imad. "That's okay," the customer said. "I was just asking the programmer to make sure that the code was good before he loaded it. I just don't want the puppet going crazy on me." "He will do fine. And I assure you, sir, the puppets are fine." Imad looked back at Kit for a second, nodded his head, and walked away. Kit turned around and offered a smile to the customer. "I'll just finish and let you know when she's ready." Kit flipped back to the network and got to work on the code again. As he worked he felt his spirits rising, feeling more confident. He had gotten away with it. He had hacked Imad's system and Imad didn't even know it. He was good. Maybe it was time to go freelance. Forget this small-time programming shit. Go on his own. Start hacking for credits. Yeah, that sounded fun. Be his own boss, work when he wanted to, make the big bucks. Maybe even become famous. Yeah, that sounded all right. - Taylor was inside of her now, his cock feeling large and long, sliding in and out of her, and it felt so good, better than ever. He was happy. He was always happy with her, but this time was different. She was going to be free. She was going to be his again because he could free her now. He just wanted to see those eyes, just open her eyes. He jabbed into her hard and moaned as his pelvis mashed against her. He pulled back and thrust into her again, slamming his cock into her, and it felt wonderful. He had never fucked her like that, never fucked like that at all, with such force, pure erotic power like all of his strength was directed inside of her along the length of his cock. He thrust faster and harder, hearing their skin smacking loudly, holding himself up on his arms to direct himself into her, feeling his length moving in and out of her, looking down at her body rocking lazily on the mattress underneath him, watching his cock slide in and out of her. He looked at her closed eyes, waiting for them to open, as he pounded into her, his hands gripping the mattress tightly now, trying to hold on, not wanting to come inside of her until she awakened. She moaned, her lips parted, and then her eyes fluttered open. He laughed to himself, breaking into a groan as he sunk into her again, overcome with joy. She was waking and her eyes, so blue, so wide and giving, he saw his Valerie looking back at him now, coming wide awake quickly as she felt his cock driving into her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him into her, panting, groaning, pushing him to go faster, and he did. They looked at each other and didn't break that gaze as his cock spilled inside of her spasming cunt. Puppet Ch. 04 Imad sat in the control room, exhausted, not having slept in the three days since the system glitch, the glitch he refused to believe had just been a glitch. He strolled through his network searching for the proof that his system had been hacked, but couldn't find it. All he found was the poor security. Any hacker could get into his network and mess around. The question then was why would somebody want to hack into his network. He knew he had to have been hacked. All that had happened was the communication with the puppets and the security system had been shut down for about a minute. That didn't seem like a glitch. It seemed like a targeted attack. But why? Frustrated, Imad unplugged and sank into his chair. He ran his hand over his bald head and closed his eyes, trying to think of a solution, how to find the hacker, and why had they done it. In the meantime he had already increased his network security. The only way somebody was going to get in now was with some advanced virus and he didn't have anything that was worth the money to get that type of virus. He opened his eyes to slits and peered at the stacks of monitors in front of him. The parlor was quiet now, early morning, and most customers were gone. Most of the girls were sleeping, some were awake, all resting. His eyes moved from one girl to the next, studying each of them, comparing their hair, their breasts, their legs, height, weight. He had a fine collection, something for everybody, any taste a person had and he could satisfy it. But still, there was the one. Always his eyes were drawn back to her, now sitting in her room, stretched out on her bed, wearing a short sheer nightie, staring blankly at her video wall, her eyes almost closed. This was her day off and she would spend it mostly watching videos, sleeping, and if she found the energy, a trip to the workout room. Imad unloosened his pants, letting his cock harden, as his eyes roamed over Valerie's body. She was his prize possession, his most expensive, most beautiful. He remembered the day she had been brought to him. The woman had come wearing a Muslim shawl, only her eyes peeking through, Valerie's hand clamped in her own, dragging her through the door. He could tell Valerie was doped, but still she fought. She had known where her mother was taking her. One look at her and he knew he had to have her, but he tried to hide his interest. But the woman had known. Imad stared into the space left by the woman's shawl to see if she had the same skin, hair, and eyes, but couldn't tell. The woman's eyes were brown, but those could have been contacts, her skin and eyebrows were dark, but they could have been dyed. Valerie had just turned twenty and her mother had had enough of her, saying she was reckless and loose, and if she wanted to be that way she might as well make some money doing it. Imad paid a lot for her, more than any other puppet. The woman had seen the money transferred to her account and left without saying a final goodbye to her daughter, just left. He had Valerie outfit with the best in puppet technology, knowing the torture she would endure and wanting to protect her mind, keep her as long as he could. He had only expected three years out of her, at best, and had been surprised to get more. His hand slid down to stroke his cock as he watched her stretching, her body so tight and lean, not starting to collect fat or become loose like usually happened. Yes, she was his favorite. He watched her, forgetting the glitch, forgetting security problems, just watching, and wanting. - Valerie watched the flickering images across the video wall and couldn't make sense of them. It meant nothing to her, images of places she hadn't seen, and she supposed would never see. She had almost forgotten what the world was like outside the parlor. She had been here for so many years and seemed had many more to go to payoff Imad. He took such a large cut of her pay for room and board that the bit left over could only pay the interest on the loan for her puppet rig. She couldn't leave until that was paid off. She was paying for something she had never even wanted. But it was the only way to get out of here. She considered not taking any days off, trying to work everyday to earn the money to get free, but she didn't think her mind or body could take it. She needed at least two days off a week, any less and she found it hard to move or think at all. She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling chilly, but not wanting to cover up, letting the cold penetrate her skin. She slid her hands over her arms, feeling the goose bumps, and shivered. This place was so cold, sterile, no warmth or light. Everything was artificial and nothing was real. The images on the wall didn't seem real. The bed, the stuffed animals, herself, none of it was real. She closed her eyes, shutting her thoughts down, and pictured him, the man she thought that for an instant she had seen, a face that seemed so familiar. The man hovering over her, thrusting into her madly, bring her to an intense orgasm, and for a second she could have sworn she could remember him, that she had wakened and seen him. She knew it was the man who always came to her and treated her like he loved her, made her come, made her feel good, made her feel real. She sighed, focusing on that face, recalling his scent, and wished that just once she could be with him and just be real. - Taylor sat in his hover in an alley a block away from Imad's Pleasure Palace. He stared at his handheld computer screen. It was finally time, time to free her and take her home. He saw he had a connection. She was in her room and she wasn't programmed. She was conscious, as he had expected since it was her day off. All he had to do was load the program he had already written, telling her to walk out to him. That was it. Then, he could take her somewhere secret, shut her down, and replace her chip with one that Imad couldn't trace. She would be free then, out of Imad's control, and back with him. He sighed, wondering if she would really be back with him. Would she even want to be with him? After what he had done? His heart ached hoping that she would stay with him. He couldn't stand it if she left him again. He had almost died the first time. He surely would a second time. But at the same time did he even deserve to have her back? He had fucked up. Hell, he had been fucking up ever since that time. But he had always told himself it was because he had to, because he loved her, because he needed her, and he wanted to help her. He had to. He wouldn't have to do it anymore. But would he still want to? His hand shook as he stared at the screen, waiting for him, waiting for his command. All he had to do was load the program. That was it. Then, nothing would be the same again. - When the door opened, the burst of air blowing across her, Valerie knew who it would be without even looking. The only people able to enter her room were her, a customer during his allotted time, and Imad. It was her day off and she was conscious so it had to be Imad. She turned her head to see him standing just inside of her room, light from the hallway outlining his huge form, shadows obscuring his face. He was breathing heavily, his hands were clenched into fists at his side. He took another step forward and she saw his cock, standing huge and erect straight out from his body. Her eyes grew bigger staring at it, wide and long, with two spines running down the sides of it. He had an implant. "Hi, Imad," she said, her voice shaky. He shouldn't be doing this. He wasn't supposed to fuck her, at least not conscious. That was the deal. She couldn't imagine having that thing inside of her, so huge and grotesque. The door closed behind him and he took another step forward, the light from the window spilling across him. His body was tense, his muscles, not grafted muscles like the guards at the parlor, bulged out of his tight shirt and pants. His black lenses peered down at her and she shrank back from that gaze. She hated not being able to see his eyes. "Valerie..." he started and then kneeled on the bed, moving towards her. "I want to fuck you. Now." "But, Imad," she stuttered, sliding across the bed, moving towards the edge, feeling his heat, his breath roll over her, like a wild bull about to charge over her. "I'm not under. You can't...It's my day off." "I don't care. You're mine. I want to fuck you." His voice was flat like a machine, spitting out short, passionless phrases, no feeling or desire, just blank facts. "Imad, please," she pleaded, feeling tears starting to well up in her eyes. "I will fuck you." He reached out and his hand fell on her bare thigh, gripping her painfully tight. The pain sizzled through her brain and she knew what was going to happen. There was no way to avoid it. He was going to fuck her. He would rape her if she tried to stop him. He would hit her if she struggled. Then, he would enter her, dry and tight, and it would hurt. He'd tear her up and she'd bleed. It was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not. She closed her eyes, pushing the tears away, trying to force her body to relax, and she laid her hand on his, gently. "Okay," she muttered and opened her eyes to look into those swirling black lenses. "Okay, just, please, just give me a second." He hovered over her, his body tense, about to jump her if she made any move. She caressed his hand and forced herself to smile up at him. She tucked her hair behind her ears, flirting with him, trying to soften that aggression. "Okay," he muttered and kneeled on the bed, moving closer to her. She looked down at his cock and fought the urge to run. Had she had that thing in her before? She was sure she had. She knew he fucked all of his puppets with that thing. But none had ever said anything about how big it was. She had assumed he fucked them all when they were under, not when they were conscious. Her horror turned to fascination as she brought her hand towards it, wanting to touch those spines along the sides. He didn't move as her fingers lightly touched it underneath and then moved over the sides. She traced her fingers down the length of one of the rods down to the base of his cock and back up to the tip. She could feel how the rod tapered out at the end and how it telescoped out, extending and stretching this humongous cock out to this length. She saw his cock as some strange organism, not as a part of this man. She felt his hand relax on her thigh as she slid her fingers underneath his cock. He sighed softly, his breathing slowing down as he started to relax. She wrapped her hand around it, not even coming close to completely encircling it, and slid her hand up it, feeling it taper slightly as she moved up to the head. It jumped in her hand as she stroked the tip. It was too big and though she knew he thought she was stroking him as foreplay, she wasn't. She couldn't stand to have this thing inside of her while she was conscious. She couldn't get turned on by it. It was fascinating to sit here and stroke it, but it was still terrifying to think of it inside of her. He could fuck her for hours with it, coming over and over again, until he had worn himself out. She couldn't take that. So, she did the only thing she could think of. She slid down the bed, opened her mouth wide, and sucked on it. She almost gagged as she felt those hard spines sliding along the corners of her mouth. It even had a slight taste of metal. He held still, watching her, as she slid her lips down the length of it until it pressed against her throat, knowing it would be impossible to take him in entirely and hoping he didn't try to force it into her. - Taylor watched as light crept into the alleyway. The sun was starting to rise, breaking through the layers of smog. He knew that now was the time. Now everybody at the parlor should be asleep and people wouldn't be out on the streets going to work for about another hour. It was the perfect time. He touched the screen, sending the program into Valerie's chip and turning her on. Now she just had to walk out of the parlor and to his hover as the program told her to do and she'd be free, she'd be with him again. Then why did he feel like he had just lost her? - Imad curled his hands into Valerie's hair as she slid her mouth over his cock, her lips gripping him tightly, her mouth open wide. She wouldn't take much of it into her mouth. She was afraid. He could see that. She was hoping that she could placate him by sucking him off. Let her think that for now. Let her play her little game. But he'd be fucking her soon. He'd have those lovely legs pinned behind her ears as he fucked that little pussy. She stopped. Imad looked down at her. Her body was still as if it was frozen in place, her eyes wide, staring through him. "Hey," he said and shook her head, urging her to start sucking him again. "Come on bitch. This ain't time for a break." Later, he would tell himself he should have known what was happening. But then it hadn't seemed possible. Still he should have known. He had seen a puppet go under many times. He should have known. But he was tired. He was horny. He wasn't thinking straight. When she finally did move her head again she tried to pull back and he held her there. Then, he smiled as he pulled her against him, stuffing his cock into her throat. Her eyes flickered up to look at him and he could see they were different. They had that wide-eyed, glossy look of a puppet that's in stasis. He should have seen that. But the sight of that pretty, white face sucking on his cock was just too distracting. He finally knew something was wrong when he saw her jaw clench and then felt her teeth sinking into his cock. It hurt. Fuck, did it hurt. He screamed. He couldn't remember ever having screamed in his life. It didn't sound right. It sounded like someone else was screaming. Looking back he almost thought himself lucky. The implanted rods stopped her from penetrating too far. If her teeth had met he would have had to get a complete implant, nothing would be his. But as it turned out her teeth bit into those rods and he was able to rebuild with what he had. When she let him go he fell onto his side and kept screaming, his hands wrapped around his bleeding cock. There was nothing else but that pain. For minutes on end there was just that pain. He couldn't move, could barely breathe, couldn't think, just laid there until his screams became a whimper, and finally a guard saw him on the monitor in the control room and came to help him. By that time Valerie was gone. She wasn't in her room and when they searched the parlor they couldn't find her. Replaying the videos from the cameras showed her leaving out the back door. The puppet chip should have shut her down then, automatically, but it didn't. Days later when Imad came out of surgery he was told they couldn't track her. Her signal was gone. Either she had died or removed the chip. She was gone. They'd probably never find her. Imad said nothing. He gave himself time to heal and went back to his parlor with a new fury. He knew she was alive. The hack job on his network had been done to free her. She was alive somewhere. And he'd find her. And he'd find who was responsible. And nothing would contain his fury then. - Taylor was in his home, sitting in a chair, staring at Valerie sitting on the couch across from him. She was free now. She was in his home. She was back. She sat perfectly still, still under, her programming just telling her to do what he said, so she did nothing. At first when Taylor saw Valerie approaching his hover he was relieved. She had made it out. He watched her approach and then get inside while looking for someone following her, but saw no one. As he drove out of the alley he glanced over at her. She sat perfectly still, staring out of the window, with blood smeared across her mouth and dripping down onto her chest. He drove faster, afraid of what she had done. He asked her how she got blood on her. She said she bit his dick. He asked whose dick she bit. She said Imad. Then, he was really afraid. What the hell had happened? She hadn't been under when he sent the program. Imad must have been messing with her while she was conscious. Then, he realized that with Imad incapacitated that would make escape easier. The only person he worried about at the parlor was Imad. His goons wouldn't even know to start looking for her. He pulled into another alley and flipped on the interior lights to work on her. He shut her down, removed her chip, tossed it out the window, and then inserted a new one that he would only be able to control. He programmed her to listen to his commands and left her under, wanting to get her home and relaxed before bringing her back. He didn't want to shock her or give her any distress. She'd be disoriented so it would be best to bring her back under good conditions. He got her back to his home, had her wash, put on fresh clothes, and got her comfortable sitting in his living room. He held his computer in his hand, ready to bring her back, and realized that he didn't want to. Part of him wanted her to stay like this, always waiting for him, obeying him. He was disgusted by it, but that was the truth. He was afraid that once she saw him, recognized him, then she'd just leave. He couldn't stand to lose her again. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He touched the screen and turned off her puppet chip. He opened his eyes and slouched down in his chair, watching her, waiting. She groaned and rubbed her eyes. She looked around the room, taking it in, trying to figure out where she was, and her eyes came back to him, those big, beautiful, blue eyes rested on him, and then he saw she recognized him, but her eyes slanted, questioning, as if she didn't believe it. "Daddy?" she said. - He could remember that day five years ago. He remembered standing in her bedroom doorway, watching Valerie sleep. The covers were pulled up just over her breasts, her bare shoulder glimmering in the moonlight. His heart ached like he was so filled with love for her that it hurt, so beautiful and precious. He had been out drinking again, using the bars as an excuse to avoid his wife, Janice, and his daughter to whom he was becoming strangely attracted. Janice had converted to Islam to join the majority of the people in the city, but she wanted to practice an extreme form of the religion. She had been pressuring him to do the same. He refused. He didn't have any religion and didn't want one. He no longer desired his wife, but he did desire his daughter. He tried to fight it, but he felt that he couldn't help it. He'd lost all resistance. She was beautiful. She had the look that few women had, the hair, the skin, the eyes, beautiful and rare. And she was smart. She was free-spirited. She made him feel young. She reminded him of Janice before she went crazy. So, he stood in that doorway, drunk, confused, beaten, and he wanted to be with her. He could think only of being with her, lying in that bed, feeling her warmth. Then, he stepped into her room. He stripped his clothes off as he walked to her bed, being very quiet. He still wasn't thinking about sex. He just wanted to be in bed with her, lie there with her, naked, intimate. It seemed so right. He slid under the covers and he moved behind her. He spooned up to her, feeling her warm, smooth young body against him, and it did feel right, like it was meant to be, like they were made for each other. He dared to touch her, bringing his hand over her hair, her shoulder, a milky white and soft. She stirred little as he caressed her, touched her, started kissing her lightly, her shoulder, her back, her neck. Puppet Ch. 04 Then, he was hard. His cock was sticking out erect against her, prodding her between her legs. He moved closer to her, his body touching the length of her body, and he slid a hand over her front, her breasts small, but so firm, her stomach smooth and tight, down between her legs, her pubic hair neatly trimmed, and to his surprise her pussy was wet. He had turned her on in her sleep and then he knew this was right. He pushed his hand between her legs, gripped his cock, and pushed inside of her. She was tight and he was drunk so he prodded at her for a long time, trying to get inside of her deeper, but trying to be careful, oh so careful, not wanting to wake her, his little angel. She moaned and he knew she liked it. Her lips were parted, her mouth wet, and he wanted to kiss her, kiss her as he moved inside of her. He leaned over and kissed her cheek and the corner of her mouth. Then, she turned her head and he was kissing her lips, her mouth open, returning the kiss. Her arm wrapped around his head and held him to her as they kissed and his body was alive and raging as he thrust into her harder now, sinking into her further, as she slid her legs apart to allow him in. They kissed, their eyes closed, hands roaming, touching skin, curves, bodies pulsating and pumping, moaning, moving inside of her smoothly now, so wet, holding him tightly, moving together, and when they came together it was the best orgasm he ever had. Her body was tight as she also came, a loud groan cut off as she became overwhelmed. They clung to each other as the orgasm faded, his cock dribbling inside of her, panting, kissing softly. She opened her eyes and she saw him. He smiled, happy to see those eyes, but then she jerked away. "Daddy?!" she yelled. Both startled, they quickly separated. Valerie pulled the covers around her as she moved to the side of the bed, her eyes questioning, confused. "Val...Baby...I..." Taylor stuttered, unable to form a sentence or get his thoughts together. He thought she had known it was him, thought they were sharing that together, but now she was looking at him in a way he never wanted to see. He had been fucking his daughter, who had barely waken from her sleep, and thought it was all still a dream. "What are you doing?" Janice said from the door. And that was it. He was busted. Everything changed. There was an argument, little of which he could remember. All he remembered was looking at Valerie, who wouldn't meet his eyes. She stared at the floor, depressed, confused, like her whole world had been shattered and she couldn't understand why. And he had caused that. It was his fault. Then, they were gone. Janice left with Valerie. When Janice came back she packed a bag and left to never be seen again. He never even asked her where Valerie was, too ashamed to say anything to his wife and assuming that she'd tell him eventually. As the weeks passed, he didn't hear from either of them. Over four years later, his search for his daughter paid off and he finally found her at Imad's Pleasure Parlor. - Now, she sat in front of him, that same look in her eyes, and he wanted to fall on his knees and ask her to forgive him. He wanted to plead with her to stay with him because he couldn't stand to lose her again, not again. "What's happening?" she asked, her voice cracking, confused and scared. "It's all right, baby," he said, wanting to go over to her, hold her, but too afraid to touch her. "It's fine." "Where am I? What's going on?" she asked and stood up, looking around, looking at the room, her clothes, her father. "I rescued you, baby. I helped you get away from that...that parlor," he said, the last words tasting like poison on his tongue. Valerie stared at her father. She remembered being in her room with Imad, sucking his cock. Then, she had faded out just like her puppet chip had been activated, and when she had reawakened here it had felt like she had been deactivated. She looked around the room and didn't recognize it. It didn't look like their old house. "This isn't our house," she said. "No. I moved," Taylor said and stood up, wanting to walk over to her to hold her, but forcing himself to give her time, letting her get comfortable. "Where's mom?" Valerie said and glanced into the hallway to the bedrooms. "She left," Taylor said. "She, um, well, she left after she took you to that place." Valerie looked back at him. "I can't stay here, dad. I have to go back. He'll find me." "No," Taylor said, raising a reassuring hand as he took a step towards her. "You're fine. I took care of it. I replaced your chip. They can't track you. You're safe. Here." Valerie stared at her father. She looked at the room. It didn't feel right. She felt lost. She couldn't believe she had been rescued. She had gotten used to the parlor. It was a horrible place, but she had made it her home. Here, she felt dirty. Everything she had done in the past few years, even if she didn't remember them, had polluted her, and she didn't belong here. "I can't stay, dad," she said. "I have to go back." Taylor walked towards her. She saw his eyes were wet, brimming with tears. He stopped directly in front of her. "You can't, baby. I know this seems strange. Everything is all messed up, but you'll be all right. I love you." Then, he suddenly grabbed her and she flinched as he pulled her towards him, encircling her with his arms. She pulled her arms against her chest and tensed up as he held her against him, pressing her to his chest. "Daddy," she started to protest, but she felt his chest shiver like he was starting to cry, so she let him hold her. As she stood there, feeling him against her, holding her, it started to feel right. It felt good to have someone holding her like they loved her, warm, compassionate, and she fell into the embrace, letting him hold her, and she pressed her cheek to his shoulder. Taylor rubbed his hands up and down her back and she sighed. It felt good. She hadn't been touched like this in a long time, not that she could remember. She slid her arms around his waist and clung to him. Maybe she could stay. Maybe it would be all right. He grabbed her shoulders gently and she looked up at him, his cheeks wet, his eyes red, but with a soft grin on his face. "I love you, Val," he said. "I love you too, daddy," she said. He smiled and felt his whole body tremble with those words that he had ached to hear her say, to hear her say it and mean it. He tilted his head down to her and their lips touched. They kissed softly, then he caressed her cheek and he opened his mouth, kissing her deeper. She kissed him back and it felt nice, familiar, comfortable, like they had always been together. He smelled nice, a scent she could remember, and it felt like she used to dream about it in the parlor. Quickly, she pulled away from him, slipping out of his hands. "It was you!" she yelled, feeling anger rise up from her chest. "What? I..." he started, fumbling, stepping towards her and then stopped. "You...You came to see me," she said, her body starting to shake. "You fucked me at the parlor." She knew it was true. She could remember the man now. She remembered being conscious, for just a second, and looking into that face, and she knew he was the man who came to her and loved her, made her orgasm, smelled so nice. "I had to," he said and stepped towards her again. She stepped back, feeling betrayed and used. She remembered that night before her mother took her to the parlor. She had taken her sleeping pills, not wanting to be kept awake by her nightmares as she always was, taken those pills that he had prescribed for her. Then, she thought she was having a wonderful dream, a magnificent lover had come to her bed, entered her, and it had felt good, lying there, her mysterious lover touching her, kissing her, thrusting deep inside of her, and she came, and then she opened her eyes, and she knew it had been real. It had been her father. Now, she could see him coming to her at the parlor, doing the same, making love to her again, and again she had fallen for him, thinking he was her lover. "Please, baby," he said, stepping towards her as she stepped back, staring at him, accusing him. It cut him deep to see those eyes, those beautiful eyes looking at him like that. "I had to see you. It was the only way." "No!" she shouted, not knowing what to say to him, just wanting to deny him, to think that none of it had happened. "I did it for you," he said, his voice weak and pleading. "I had to get you out...and I did. I got you out. You're free now." They were just words. They didn't mean anything to her. Free. What did that mean? She had never been free. She was just a toy to be used and it didn't matter. "I have to go," she said and turned away. "No! Stop!" he yelled, watching her walk away, watching her go to the door. "Don't go Valerie! I love you!" She stopped, her hand extended towards the sensor. She looked at the door, seeing the world beyond that door, and she couldn't see herself out there. She didn't belong there. She looked at her father, looking pitiful, standing alone in the living room, weak and weeping. She didn't belong here either. She swept her hand across the sensor and the door opened. Sunlight burst through the door and for the first time in years she felt the sunlight beating on her skin. She stepped outside and started walking. She didn't know where she was going. She didn't know what would happen. She just wanted to move, to be outside, and to be in the sun. And as she stepped onto the sidewalk she started to feel better, just to be walking outside. She did feel free. She could walk forever. Then, she faded out and she fell, crumbling to the ground, her hands catching her feebly right before she went unconscious. Taylor ran from his house, his computer held tightly in his hand. He looked around, saw no one, and picked her up, his arms under her armpits. He dragged her back into the house and felt her starting to waken as he entered the foyer. "Stand up," he said as the door closed shut. Valerie stood up straight and turned to look at him, her eyes blank, waiting. "Go sit down," he told her and pointed back into the living room. She turned away from him and sat on the couch. He leaned against the wall and stared at her as she sat motionless on the couch. He took a deep breath and rubbed his hand across his face, feeling tired and drained as the fear of her leaving him seeped away. "You can't leave me, Val," he mumbled, not looking at her, his hand pressed to his closed eyes. "You can't ever leave me. I love you." He dropped his hand and looked at her, waiting for her to say it, wishing she would say it again, but she said nothing. She sat still and she waited.