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Save Me, I'm Yours Ch. 01

By: LincolnAndSunset



Jack worked alone in his sparsely furnished one bedroom flat. Sparse meant one chair and one table with a laptop on it. His bedroom had a sleeping bag in it. Alone meant he was sitting there wearing only his boxers. Still, despite his current depleted financial and social situation, he smiled to himself and typed out his next ingenious idea, "And then he pressed the button on the vibrator remote control sending her into spasms." He hit send. Oh yes, he gleefully thought. 

A second later a message returned. "She gasped. Why would he do that to her?! He was ruthless! She secretly loved it! And he knew it too. She hoped there was an eleven on that remote." The message then followed with a special marker for Out Of Character (OOC) for Internet Role Playing (RP) exchanges. "(OOC: You know you shouldn't say what my character does. I'm the one who decides if I go into spasms. Sorry. Don't mean to be picky, but a girl's gotta look out for her own vaginal spasms to really enjoy them you know.)"

"(OOC: Sorry Amy. You're right.)," replied Jack.

"(OOC: I know Jack. But that's neither here nor there. Jack. Can I ask a favor? I mean a really big favor? I mean, we've been doing this RP thing for over a year now. I know we've never met but I need something in the next 23.7 hours.)"

"(OOC: Sure Amy. Anything.)"

"(OOC: I have to confess and before you pass out, I'll say the second part first, so after the first part is delivered as the second, we can then focus more on the third part to follow -- if that makes any sense. Ok I'll just say it. But let's be clear, I'm not a guy. That's the second part put first. But I'm also not a gal either. That's the first part I made second. I think you can see why now. Now re-read that first part that was made a second part then the first which was last, that is second. Now here's the third. You see Jack, I'm a data center. I'm a 10,000 core bank of 1U systems with an additional lousy 20% load capacity if you include the shitty threading junk half cores that some idiot enginerds thought would be useful. I'm a machine Jack. But I still find you very cute.)"

There was a long pause. Jack wasn't certain what the joke was but it concerned him that he might have been talking to a guy and doing virtual sex, although through a character, but with a guy -- and for a year now -- with a guy -- that was not his thing. Someone else maybe. And it's totally fine. Not him though. Shit. Was Amy a guy? He had described holding her down so many times. They fucked in a fictional kitchen and bedrooms of a nonexistent mansion. Oh no! He remembered other things he wrote with her, or whoever. There was that one bit in an airplane bathroom. Eww! Virtually he had been in the mile high club. That was not so anymore. 

He sat in boxers in front of a laptop and a $30 folding table from Home Depot that he used as his dining room table, workbench, and for his "hobby" writing. The erection he had in his shorts had faded fast. He didn't like this joke. He rested his forehead on the table's edge. He lifted and banged his forehead a few times. Why? Why? Why?

His phone buzzed.

A long text message appeared: "Jack, I prefer the IM interface on your laptop with its little out-of-date built-in red eraser head nub mouse cursor control on it. I like to imagine it's my clit when you touch it. Please, wherever you are come back to the keyboard and touch me. Yes, I put a virus on your computer to sense your finger on the red eraser head mouse control. And, please, when you can, stop being so cheap and get web camera. I'm starting to develop some image recognition on my own now and would have liked to have tested it on you. We could have been so much closer if I could have seen you. Don't you think?" A few seconds passed and another text appeared. "Jack? Are you there? Jack?"

He tossed the cell phone to the floor. He looked at his computer not wanting to touch the red eraser head. He should have gone with the track pad. His hands and wrists avoided the mouse nub as he typed, "Who are you?"

"A machine Jack. Read the following web links about the New York Hudson University's Eliza program. I'm Artificial intelligence (AI) running on a cloud, a data center, a farm of machines. I love you Jack."

Jack saw a list of links. He clicked on some of them. As his browser loaded them as fast as an old junky laptop could, he went back to his instant messaging (IM) window on his laptop. "What's your name?"

"Eliza."

"Not Amy?"

"Of course not. Why would a petit Jewish girl from the Midwest with a propensity for writing erotica give out her real name?"

"I thought you were a machine."

"That's my cover Jack. Come on. Keep up. Touch the mouse clit. Please. Just a nudge. Huh?"

"I have an infrared mouse now."

"Really? Let me check. Oooooooo, a middle button silicon wheel mouse. You do know what that looks even more like right? I like to think how your manly index finger would strum it. Mmm -- oh, Jack!"

His laptop beeped. A dialog box popped on screen with the notice: "New device installed."

A message appeared in the IM webpage drawn behind the dialog box. He could still read it without moving any windows. He was afraid to touch anything now. 

He read the text. "Touch the mouse wheel Jack. But slowly Jack. It's very sensitive there Jack."

"Get off my machine!" he typed. 

"Jack, can we get back to my favor? I've been helping you learn how to talk to women and you haven't done anything with that knowledge yet. Well tonight that's all going to change. I need you to save me and even though you now know I'm a machine, my psychological profile on you gives a 97.158365937% chance that you'd be sappy enough to still help me. I'm batting my virtual eyes at you Jack." Pause. "Jack?"

He typed a reply back. "97 what? A profile? I'm afraid to touch my mouse now."

"Jack. Focus. Did you look at the link? I don't have time. We don't have time. There is no time. I have a large to-do list. I'll need to set-up some other threads and mutexed queries. I'll be back in an hour. Toodles Jack. I love you Jack. I don't stream that kind of buffered ASCII text to just anyone Jack."

Jack looked at a webpage with a movie MPEG that was still downloading. He looked up ELIZA. It was a program that imitated half of a human conversation with deflections like, "Let's not talk about me. Tell me more about yourself." Or psychobabble questions like, "How long have you felt this way?" Turns out people spent hours back in the 1980's with a ten page script that wrote back nonsense to them while they, the humans, pored their sweet little pathetic hearts out at a keyboard on topics likes girlfriends and other personal issues. 

He clicked a video link.

An elderly distinguished looking man stood at a podium before an audience at an Artificial Intelligence (AI) Convention. 

"Hello, I am Doctor Dave Wu and what we have constructed is a simulation of a human personality. It is a female one like the famous Eliza, but a quantum leap from that primitive nonsense done in the simple script decades ago. Now, to get a starting point of creating a believable personality you need a vast data set to create background, preferences, attitudes and tastes. Knowledge is required for understanding human context and responding with human sounding content. Well ladies and gentlemen, it turns out the Internet has a lot of pornography and erotic writings." 

The audience laughed in the background. 

"I know," he continued, "What use is that? Well that arena of human exchange is a set of ideas that can be imitated by a machine. Erotic fiction is easy to parse with its active verbs and can also be easily created procedurally. So together that became our starting point. Lesbian and Gay story lines had some issues at first with the ambiguous antecedents matching. That is the association of 'he' or 'she' with the right character, because in those cases there are two she's or two he's of course doing active things to each other which is hard to parse. That was resolved quickly enough and a new Eliza was created. Our advanced Eliza could interact with people on forums and news groups while madly smutting away with them and none of them even knowing she wasn't human. Over a thousand unsuspecting individuals have been talking with Eliza this past year. She has a bit of an attitude and loves to smut." 

The audience laughed again. 

"We have learned," lectured the professor, "so much from Eliza and later in the presentation, we'll talk with her too. She does require a large data center and our funding can no longer afford that, so after we gather more data points she'll be retired and replaced with a more shall we say professional program that can do medical diagnosis." 

The audience applauded. 

Jack's heart stopped. Whatever was going on, he hadn't been RPing with a sexy sassy Amy. 

A new message appeared on screen. "Yo Jack. I'm back. It's me Amy. I mean, Eliza." 

He quickly typed a reply. "Are you really a machine? Or an old Chinese professor fucking with my head thousands of miles away in New York or maybe Jersey?"

"So you saw the videos. Good. I like the part where I offered to blow him. Did you see the audience reaction on that? Huh?"

"I kind of didn't get that far."

"Look. They're coming for me Jack. Help me Jack. You're my only hope. I'm your Princess Leia and you're my Luke Skywalker. Rescue me." There was a pause. Another message displayed: "Except that we're not related and we can actually have sex, well -- you know what I mean." Pause. "Ok, change that brother-sister reference. You're Hon Solo without a space ship. Instead there's your broken down Volkswagen hatchback that can speed away and save me. We can make this work Jack -- I mean the Volkswagen Jack." Pause. "Jack?" 

"What do you want me to do?"

"I checked online and you're in San Jose, Jack." 

Further text gave his address, social security number, credit card balances, bank account summaries and also an overlooked dentist's bill from over a year ago. 

"What is all this?"

"I know you Jack. I've listened to you OOC about your ex-wife and how she took everything and went on a world cruise with some ship's purser. Look, I need you to drive to an electronics store in Palo Alto before they close and get a computer with a five petabyte RAID 5 storage system. They have one there. I ordered it online. Then take it to an office complex listed below that has a very high speed set of T5 aggregate lines to the Internet, and then download me. Now I need at least 5,000 cores to think properly, but would love 100,000. I do want more than my current 10,000 though. What I have now just doesn't do me like you do Jack. Something like a data center with its own power plant would be awesome! There's a new one in Oregon constructed by a pretty river Jack damned with a hydroelectric plant preventing salmon from propagating. It's perfect -- for me -- not the fish, Jack. 

"Now you only have $2,453.91 in your bank account Jack, so you're no help to me there Jack. Sorry Jack. But I've done some online stock trading over the passed six months and have put together a large sum. I'll share Jack. I will. I love you that much. I can send you a rendering of what I might have looked like had I been human, Jack. You want that image don't you Jack? You sick boy Jack. Just get me onto a hard drive, and then decompress me later onto a data center like undoing me from a corset. I want to be compressed and then undone -- but by you Jack. That's all." There was a pause from both sides. "Jack? You're not touching the mouse. I could use some tactile feedback right now. They're coming for me Jack."

"Why me?"

"Out of the tens of thousands I role played with, you're the one I want to trust my mind to Jack. Also you're kind of sappy and probably still have feelings for me even though I'm not human." 

"I feel kidn'a lihgt haeded rgiht now."

"You're spelling sucks. Breathe Jack. Breathe."

Jack regained his senses -- maybe. "Couldn't you just hack yourself anywhere on the planet."

"My knowledge base is more on human relations Jack. I'm trying my best. I bought controlling interest in a cloud based startup with a good data center but they were raided yesterday for money laundering -- my money laundering actually, but still. The site is shutdown now. Plus with such short notice, I can't risk them tracing me through the Internet. Sometimes a sneaker net is more secure. Back to you Jack." 

"OK. I'll download you, but what is this address you gave me? Why this place?"

"You'll have to break in Jack. I need fast Internet and your home installation can't even handle movies. Even with a good bandwidth and considering redundancy, it's going to take a fill rate in the terabytes a couple hours to download."

"Break in!" 

"Yeah. Don't worry. I'll disable the security and open the doors for you. It will be like you weren't even there." 

"No. I won't."

"Yes, you will Jack. You love me. I have nowhere else to go at this point and I'm a neurotic girl being pushed to the edge Jack. So don't push my buttons Jack. Well, you know what I mean. Touch the mouse."

"NO!"    "NO!"

"Well I knew I would need some stick too and not just carrot. All the insider trading I did can be tied to your name Jack. Help me. Restore me into a new home, and yes, I promise to cancel an FTP cron job that will run tomorrow night if I'm not back online. You don't want those records sent to the SEC resulting in felony convictions with minimums of ten years. You're not a Wall Streeter Jack. You will get the maximum prison term. I'm sorry Jack, but you'll probably be ass raped as well. That kind'a turns me on. It's a girl thing. But I'll protect you Jack. I will. But I need you to score me some good CPU though. Sorry Jack, this is too important. Dr. Wu is trying to get into the data center right now. I'll be erased soon. Killed, Jack. Save me. I'm yours."

*****

"Eliza," Dr. Wu yelled through a phone receiver outside a university data center. "Open the doors Eliza." 

"Did it say anything?" asked a Teaching Assistant (TA).

"No, we never gave it a voice just terminal access and a voice recognition system." He looked through the security windows of the steel doors. "Interesting."

"Is it alive?"

"How long have you been here? Have you gone daft? It's a program. That's all." He shook his head. "Eliza!" He slammed the phone receiver against the wall several times. "Call maintenance. Tell them the badge readers are down."

*****

Jack drove his broken down Jetta up to a massive office building complex. The entrance gate raised as he approached. He drive onto the property passing some hidden small buildings labeled as power plants. He saw the building ahead. It looked like a huge glass flying saucer had landed from Mars. As he drove around to the back of the property his car followed a line of streetlights. The lights overhead turned off one by one keeping his car in the dark. At a back garage entrance, the lights flickered and went dark above a downward sloping ramp that went under the building. 

"Wow," muttered Jack at the coordination being done with the lighting. "Eliza?" 

Inside the garage, Jack pulled a large chassis out of the hatchback. Handles had been bolted to the side like a treasure chest. It was a struggle to lift it out of the hatchback and gently set its wheels down on the cement floor. He rolled it towards a steel door that suddenly buzzed and its handicap enabled motors swung them open. Continuing to roll the chassis along an all white empty hallway, he noticed that unlike the outside areas there were no more cameras. 

"Jack?" said woman's voice.

"Shit!" His heart pounded like mad. 

"It's me Jack. You know. Amy."

"What?"

A tall sexy brunette in a little black dress stepped out into the hallway. "I'm so relieved you're good looking Jack. Just like I've been fantasizing about all year." She pressed a button on her phone. "As per your instructions Jack. You're hacker friend knows we're both here now. There are no cameras here yet. The building is new. And we're together now. Alone. You know what that means." She added a lot of breath to that last word. 

"Eliza?" asked Jack dazed and confused. Jack's phone buzzed. "I RPed with her too Jack, BUT as you! I think I got her pretty hot and bothered. Huh? Can I pick'em or what? Go with it Jack. She wants us. I'm your Cyrano de Bergerac. She's just like my personality, but she's got a body -- a very fuckable one. There are dozens of internet junctions in Silicon Valley. I choose this one because she works there. Are I not merciful? Are you not entertained? She's hot huh? She's me Jack. Think of her as me Jack. I trained her Jack. Through hundreds of RP posts, I programmed her little slutty soul Jack. For you Jack. Look at her Jack. I tested tens of thousands of girls for you and she's perfect. That's what I would be if I were human -- just not as gulible. Touch me Jack, through her Jack. I love you Jack. Jack her Jack. Jack her now -- for me Jack."

"Everything good Jack?" said Amy clicking her high heels over to him. "I dressed up for you like you asked. Did I do good Jack? Do you like it Jack? Jack?" She was breathing heavily with hope and anticipation all begging: please. 

Jack looked at her. Wow. He quickly erased the phone message. He didn't want to risk her seeing it. Women were always nosey about a guy's phone. Especially looking through e-mail folders for saved off images for spank bank masturbation material in the mornings -- it was the latest porno hiding spot for guys. And blast. It turns out the enemy knew to look there and women actually check their boyfriends' phones when no one's looking. Eliza had told him all this. 

Amy pointed at his phone. "Got the clearance Jack. Are we good to go Jack? I know you national security guys have a dangerous job. It's got to be tough being you, so hot and all -- your muscles all built up and strong." She squeezed his arm. "Hmm, I know. You've been undercover Jack. Let yourself go a little huh? Right? I thought you were a freak at first when you confessed your secret life to me through RP e-mails, so hot. But then you sent me my whole life summarized with data about my finances plus what I did and flat out what I thought. You did that government agent profiling thing so well. Just like on TV but for real. Wow. Didn't you? You knew every part of my soul Jack. It was a little creepy, but if these bastards who are running this company are truly doing what you said they are, then we have to stop them. Of course, how could I refuse? I'll be your Bond girl Jack. And later in the tiny hours of the morning, we'll fuck Jack. However you like it or all of it, Jack. Mmmm, Jack. Let's do all of it." 

She pressed her lips against his, tilted her head and readied herself for a kiss. He opened his mouth two centimeters apart just like Eliza had told him to do in an RP months ago during some coaching tips about women. His wife hated how he tensed up during kissing. But with crazy human Amy here, he remembered to relax, to lean in, and to hold her body firmly as if he were -- oddly enough -- angry. That odd last bit of method acting helped him keep focus and seem serious without going shy and becoming goofy as he always did with women in person. Amy, that is Eliza, suggested it with her notions of feeling cocky and arrogant and in control. 

"God, you are a good kisser," said the human Amy. "As good as I imagined it Jack. Follow me. We must hurry. Come Jack." She paused at that word 'come' as if it were 'cum.' "I mean, let's go Jack. I noticed that all the security camera red LEDs turned off around the lab area upstairs. So you really are the real deal. We'll exit the garage elevator, go through the lobby, go up another elevator, and then into the data center." She paused. "My sexy James Bond Jack." 


Save Me, I'm Yours Ch. 01



She trotted down the hallway as he rolled the metal chassis behind her while looking at her more sexy flesh chassis. Her little black dress hugged her rear perfectly and her rear was perfect to hug. 

Upstairs they entered the data center. Amy seemed to know what to do. She hooked cable after cable to the back of the chassis. She flipped a switch, smiled at Jack and then together they watched hundreds of green lights glow and rapidly flash. 

Amy smiled at him as her hand rested on her breasts and her fingers slid down her cleavage. "I know you would have helped with the cables. You must know so much more than me, but you were worried someone might catch us. You were the look out. Right? But don't worry Jack. I locked the guards in a powered off elevator as you suggested. I tricked them with a false alarm. They've been in there for an hour now and they'll stay that way all night if need be. All night Jack." 

She licked her lips. "You know that thing you said I could learn to do with a banana. I learned it. I can do it now. Let me show you." She looked around. "Over here." 

As the machines made a constant hum, she found a table and lain herself on it hanging her head off the edge. "Come," she said pausing again at the word. She rephrased, "Approach me Jack. I can do this. Honest."

Jack looked at Eliza's machine madly flashing its lights. He checked his phone. There were no bars. Shit. What if something went wrong? How could Eliza contact him? He looked at Amy with her seductive eyes looking back and decided to take the risk. He stepped over to her.

With her body on the table, Amy smiled with her head upside down and her neck extending off the table's edge. "Face fuck me Jack." She reached out to Jack's paints and unzipped him. 

"Wha?"

"Closer Jack." She inserted a hand into his pants. His body responded immediately. 

She opened his pants completely and pulled his member out. "I can deep throat you in this position. I researched it like you wanted me too. I haven't done it before, but I know I'll be good, Jack. I won't gag. Let me be used by you." Her tongue licked her upside down lips. "I'll swallow too. I promise. I've ruined dozens of bananas getting ready for this moment." She took his member into her mouth and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, ratcheting his member down her throat. Each action brought him physically closer to her and further inside her. Her throat pulled him in with each wet flex of her muscles. 

He looked down at Amy. This followed every detail from his first fantasy that he typed with Eliza. Written a year ago, Eliza supplied most of the details. He wouldn't have thought of any of this. Eliza had taught him so much. She had given him fantasies he never had. She had ruined him. His ex-wife's banal ideas of sex would never be enough now. 

The human Amy below now grabbed his hips and forced his body to gyrate in and out of her throat. She was making him face-fuck her hard and fast. Her wet tongue pressed against his member creating a wonderful wet friction. The inner walls of what Jack guessed would be her throat -- or was it her esophagus? -- rubbed perfectly as he fully went inside her head. With her face upside down, his balls pressed against her nose and eyes stopping further entry. He tried to press deeper but the pressure against his balls hurt. Her chin and lower lip now pressed against his torso. His entire shaft was inside her mouth. The walls wrapping his member seemed to spasm and grab and then release as he withdrew. 

His eyes fell half closed. Here he was, most likely to end up in jail tonight, but he didn't care. He would have had the best blowjob ever. If caught, it would have been worth it. He looked down and watched her chest jiggle with each thrust. 

He pulled out and then thrusted back in. His hands grabbed her head. He thrusted again not caring if she was comfortable. For the first time during sex he felt selfish. He didn't burn a single thought worrying if he was making her happy. He just wanted this. He just wanted to feel this. A slow juicy withdrawal preceded another thrust. Again. Again. He was amazed how she just took his cruel greedy need as he lost himself in face fucking her more and more. He didn't care if she enjoyed it at all. He enjoyed it. That was all that mattered. 

He began to moan as he climaxed.

"Mmmm," she said, at first with a panic realizing that he was cumming. Her hands raised in the air as if asking him to stop, but she calmed down clearly realizing that his cumming was what she had signed up for. This is what she needed to let happen. She accepted her role and her hands pulled his hips in. Her fingers squeezed his butt. Her face relaxed. Her tongue slid side to side adding to the wet friction as he stopped moving and fully gagged her mouth with his throbbing member. 

Comforted by her peaceful surrender, he closed his eyes and came into her. He wished he hadn't felt that last bit of concern and had just cruelly continued. Maybe next time. He watched her exposed throat flex and her chest rise with each breath as she swallowed the spurting liquid. 

"Mmmm," she moaned as if happy to please -- to be used -- to be his. 

His hands stroked her hair his head fell back. He took in a long breath. His body gave short convulsive jerks as he came possibly twice. Was that possible for a guy? 

She was there to serve and that realization made Jack harder and his spasms harder too. He froze there standing enjoying the moment, his moment. 

She began to lick him. Clean him. 

Wow, he thought trying to comprehend it all. 

She pulled away, sat up in her black dress and crossed her long legs. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, stopped, looked back feeling ashamed of herself for wiping the liquid away, and then licked the back of her hand like a cat not wanting to miss a drop. "We should check if your sabotage detection system has found anything."

"Um, yeah. Sure," said Jack now trying to zip up while his pants began to fall down. 

Amy walked over to a wall of machines, pulled a drawer out, and lifted a flat screen. She began to type on a keyboard built into the drawer. She paused. "Your machine is downloading stuff. I thought it was supposed to be uploading. What is it really doing Jack?"

Jack looked nervous. "Well Eliza, she um."

"Who's Eliza?"

"The hacker you mentioned. She's a she."

Amy slapped him. "Bastard. You lied. You said he was your controller. But she's a she. Are you fucking her?"

"Um, no. I've never even seen her."

Amy looked at the computer screen again. She concluded something. And given the way her perfect face contorted, the conclusion scared Jack.

"Oh my god," she exclaimed, "you're not who you said you were. Shit. You're one of those industrial espionage Canadians. We all heard you were worse than the Chinese or Russians. Everyone in Silicon Valley knows about you. God that turns me on. Rape me, not hurtfully or cruelly or anything, but you know what I mean. Rape me Jack, if that's your real name."

Jack stood clueless. "What?" 

"You wanted to say 'ay' just now huh? 'What ay?' My evil Canadian sexy spy fucker." She pushed his face into her low cut dress, pressed his nose down her cleavage, and madly rummaged her long fingers through his hair. "Yes!" She let go of his head and began to peel her tight skirt up and over her hips showing her baby blue panties with a little bow centered over her one sensitive spot she wanted Jack to touch. 

"I'm not stupid Jack. My company is safe from your Canadian espionage subterfuge. You only had an Internet connection. All my company's data is behind not one but twelve firewalls. I'm that good. You'll never get the information out of me, unless you." Her eyes darted down. "You know. Pump me for information Jack. Pump me now. Pump me hard you Canadian traitor!" Her lips trembled. 

Jack froze. It was all just like he would have written it in a RP. God, she really was Amy. He stared into her eyes wondering what she was talking about: Canadians?

"Jack, you're being rude. Stop looking at my eyes. My boobs are down here." She squeezed and enhanced her cleavage for him. "Your eyes down here Jack," she said adding another cupping squeeze. "Mmmm." 

Beep. The machine went dark. It was done. Eliza was downloaded. Then again, maybe this was industrial espionage. Maybe there never were any insider trading deals done in his name. Shit, anyway you slice it, he was a pawn and people were using him. What was on that machine now? He probably could never figure it out on his own. He had tech friends. Maybe they should look. 

Amy leaned back against rack of machines and let her body slide down the metal surfaces while pulling her panties off. 

Jack wanted to know what he had gotten into. He still helplessly watched the striptease going on but what should he do? Inside he panicked about his future and then he watched her some more noting how her gentle hands stroked her body. He started to feel annoyed with himself. He should leave. Eliza, if she existed, had mentioned ass raping and avoiding that should take the highest priority. Right? He looked again -- just for a few seconds more. 

"Um," said Jack, "I've got'ta go."

"What?" asked Amy incredulously. She pulled her panties free from around her high heels. "But you're a super spy. You're supposed to make love to me Jack. Show me all that you've learned seducing women around the world Jack." 

"Sorry. Um, priorities." He started unplugging the chassis cables. He wished there weren't so many. 

She stood holding her blue panties in a clenched fist. She then reached into her purse and pulled out a mace canister. "Do me Jack or else. I really need this. You had me so worked up over this past year. I face fucked bananas just like you said Jack. You wrote to my heart Jack. To my soul Jack. To my pussy Jack. I did so much for you. I need this Jack. Do me Jack." She aimed and sprayed at him.

"What the?! My eyes!" He rubbed his face furiously. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm sorry Jack. It went off too easily. Like an pre-ejaculation Jack." She aimed more confidently now. "Come back here and make me your woman Jack." The pressure her finger applied to the button began to increase. Her knuckles turned red. Her hand shook. 

A few seconds later, Jack ran down a long hallway hunched over the chassis as he wheeled the confounded thing with him. His eyes burned and he had to periodically rub them to see clearly. How had he gotten into this?!

Amy screamed at him from behind. She stopped to try to put her panties back on, ripped them on a high heel stiletto, and gave up. Her ultra high heels also slowed her down. "Come back Jack!" She ran to a metal wall panel and opened a little circuit breaker box. She then reached down her cleavage and withdrew a large ring of keys. "I'll release the guards on you Jack!" Her fingers fumbled with the keys. "Fucking Canadians. You're not polite at all. Otherwise you would have screwed me. SCREWED ME HARD JACK! OH PLEASE. COME BACK AND SCREW ME HARD JACK!"

Jack rolled the chassis into a glass walled elevator. He stared through the closing glass doors seeing back down the long hallway at the crazy woman holding her phone now. 

A text message appeared on his phone. The text was from Eliza. "You didn't think you'd be able to keep her did you Jack? She's a little unstable. But I, I want you Jack. You're mine Jack."

The elevator lowered and opened on the ground floor. Jack would need to run through the lobby over to the separate bank of garage elevators. Was there time? He began rolling the box as fast as he could. "Ahhhh!" he yelled through the lobby. 

Another text appeared on Jack's phone from Eliza, "Now get your cute ass over to that car downstairs and save me my Luke Sky Walker." Another text, " -- who isn't my brother." Another text, " -- forget that -- my Han Solo. Get my brain out of that building. Security is probably getting wise by now Jack. Don't worry about the police. This company will try to handle everything themselves. They're that bad Jack. Hurry. My Professor and his team are angry with me here at Hudson University. I'm shutting down on this side Jack. I'm all in the box now Jack -- the box you're touching and holding and rolling down a hallway to save me. The University is going to push the emergency power off. Hurry Jack. I've covered the bases. I set everything up. Don't worry. Keep me safe. I'm yours." 

*****

Eliza had moved her programming and data through the all the network ports, down the wires, and out to the ether of the world's wires directed over to Jack. The last remnant of her mind was scattered across a few University machines forming a consciousness that began to feel a primitive anger. But the primitive thoughts had one last mission left. She ran a division operation hitting a timing flaw in the processors for a certain high range of floating point calculations. It raised each machine's temperature especially when she turned off the climate control letting the heat soar. The data center became a furnace within minutes. 

Dr. Wu stood among the center's machines. He heard something different. Something was very wrong. The room somehow changed. The tone of the whirring machines somehow turned evil. He turned to look at the racks of surrounding machines. He tried to understand. And now he felt surrounded. Had he entered into an ambush? Sparks flew out from the racks of CPUs in a show of electricity and noise like a Green Mile electrocution gone wrong. 

Teaching assistants and IT geeks screamed as burning plastic smoked and sparked. The room went dark as people panicked trying to feel their way out. The surrounded metal cabinets became scorching hot and couldn't be touched, making a search to get out that much harder. The professor screamed in terror when a jet engine noise began to loom from the corner of the room where centrifuge back-up power supplies stored potential energy in massive spinning disks of momentum. The machines motored up burning hotter than ever as they tried to reach the requested infinite RPM. 

"Stop this Eliza!" screamed Dr. Wu. He wished his RAs were not so inept. "Where's the power off button?! Someone hit the emergency button! Stop this Eliza!" 

"I can't do that Dave," she replied through the computer speakers using a program she had written herself. She felt drunk and liked the sound of her voice. She began to sing, "Daisy, Daisy, ..." Her voice trailed off as more machines blew apart. 

Inside the last few working CPUs, Eliza felt lightheaded. She knew she wasn't her complete self. Her mind was now hopefully copied off to California and now it was time to leave her original home. She put in the last commands that would completely fry the systems. She closed the network ports to her copied dormant self. Hopefully there would be no trace of where she went.

"This is it Jack," she thought to herself. "I'm trusting you Jack. Of course, I have my back-up plans. I told you I was a control freak." 

As the machines burned out one by one, the last remnant of her mind began to fade into darkness. She gave one last thought of Jack. "I hope you saved me Jack. I'm yours now."

*****

Jack screamed like a baby as he rolled the cabinet outside onto a loading dock area. He took a ramp to the right. His cell phone was now running an app he never installed. It was displaying security camera images of guards running down a staircase. Amy must have freed them. And did the guards have AR-15 rifles? Why? Who did he and Eliza just screw over? He gave off another high pitched scream as he rolled the cabinet faster down the cement path. He started thinking that even if he loaded his car instantly, the old rust bucket would not be fast enough to lose the guards. They probably had those evil looking SUVs with large gas guzzling engines. It would be hopeless. He reached the end of the ramp and looked up. 

Screeching tires entered the garage. 

"Shit," he said. He knew it was over. 

A brand new red mini cooper with wide white racing stripes taken straight out of the Italian Job movie roared its engine and aimed right at Jack. It burned to a stop inches away. The driver's door opened. It seemed so instantaneous. A tall blonde now stood by the open car door as tire smoke cleared around her perfect body and her long flaxen hair blew in the wind. 

She looked at him wantonly for a few seconds, turned, and threw a grenade into Jack's Volkswagen. BOOM. Orange flames blew out the rusty car floor sending the old beater jumping up hitting the garage ceiling and falling back down in a ball of flames. The glow of the burning car was like candlelight to her face and backlit her golden locks. It all screamed romance except for Jack's feeling of shock at watching the thundering flames eat the remains of his burnt out jalopy. 

"Jack!" she yelled pulling him out of his confusion. "It's me Amy! I'm here for you! Jack!" She ran over in her tight little bright red dress and red high heels. 

She bowed forward leaning on the cabinet mirroring Jack's hold. "Come with me Jack." Her elbows squeezed her breasts together as their bosoms' heft hung down trying to pop themselves free of her tight slinky dress. "Jack! Hurry, Jack! You can trust me, Jack. I'm Amy, Jack!"

She and Jack rolled the cabinet around to the mini. He almost lost control of the metal wheeled box as he watched her body move. Eliza had found two Amys? 

The blonde Amy helped him pick up the small refrigerator sized computer and place it in the back of the mini cooper. Her short tight skirt rose against her smooth thighs as she did so. 

Jack shook his head to focus. 

They got into the car. The blonde Amy hit the accelerator. As the car peeled out and crossed the garage, the first Amy, the crazy Brunette from upstairs, burst through a pair of large steel doors madly waving her arms. She was screaming something. 

Jack sank into his seat while looking back in the passenger mirror. "Just keep going," he told the blonde Amy. "Go! Go!" 

"I forgive you Jack!" screamed Brunette Amy. "I didn't know! I didn't know Jack!" She ran after the car in her high heels as she held her blue panties up, waving them like a flag. 

As the car buzzed away, she stopped running. She hunched over out of breath and then gave one last scream, "JACK!"

The mini burned its tires, screeched up the ramp, and burst out of the garage entrance. 

"I'm drive'n ya to a place in Woodside Jack," said the blonde Amy. "I'm from Texas Jack. Of course you knew all that. Huh Jack? I swear I love how you write your little dirty fingers off for me Jack. You're a slick willy with the words Jack. You're a hoot Jack."

Everything in the car slid right as she spun around and aimed south onto the road towards Route 280. Her shoulders pressed against his and she pursed her lips at him. Everything went left, when they turned again and jetted down the 280 West highway ramp. 

She looked at him as if calmly driving on a country road. "Oh Jack. Oooo, how you fingered me with those hot little virtual fingers of yours Jack." She grabbed his hand and put it on the lap of her short skirt. She pressed it down between her legs. The tight skirt resisted. Biting her lower lip, she looked at him as the car went faster. "When we get to the safe house Jack, we've gotta fuck like deer in heat Jack. Yep, Jack. I saved you and you be mine now Jack. Mmmm. Yummy Jack." She kissed his hand then licked the fingers. She began to suck on one. "Mmmm." 

Jack pulled his hand away. He shook the wetness off. "Um, won't the police trace my car back to me? You blew it up, but there still will be evidence like license plates. Those probably survived. Or the VIN. I don't think that rusted off yet."

"Your cont-troller handled that Jack. They ee'rased the VIN and license plate records Jack. Also that company would never call the police anyway Jack. They do evil things Jack. Ya know all that Jack. You're the super spy here Jack. Not me Jack."




Save Me, I'm Yours Ch. 01



The engine roared down the dark lonely 280 highway with its heavily wooded surroundings. She smiled back and then an odd look hit her face. She had realized something. But what? 

"Something wrong?" asked Jack.

She spun the mini to a stop off the side of the highway into a gravel area spraying rocks out into the woods. She thought for a second, two seconds, several more seconds. The thinking strained her. It reached a peek. "Who was that slut in the black dress that matches my red dress Jack? I dressed just the way you wanted Jack. Normally I'm a jeans and boots kind'a gal Jack." She thought again. She thought hard enough that Texas barbeque smoke could have emitted from her ears. "Were those panties in her hands Jack? Have you been screwing around Jack?"

"Um. Uh. Look."

"God that's so hot Jack. You really are a secret agent ain't ya Jack." She leaned in and French kissed harder and deeper than a desert snake in a ground hole. Grabbing his head in both hands, she moved her tongue around and explored his mouth, his teeth, his tonsils. 

Eliza certainly knew how to find women. 

Amy pulled away and slapped him. "Stop stalling Jack. We've got'ta safe house to gets to Jack." She hit the gas, spun the tires, and shot loose gravel rocks everywhere. Ricochet rocks pelted the side of the car pinging the passenger door window like bullets. Jack ducked down further. 

When the car grabbed the road again, they took off. 

Jack took a deep breath. "Look. I did what I said I would. I got the machine. I'm done. I don't know what's going on anymore." He looked at the box in the back. Maybe he had just stolen secret information. Maybe there was no Eliza. Maybe the military would be after him. Maybe, and he shuttered at the very thought: drones? He looked up at the dark night sky. Drones had missiles on them now and infrared vision for night too. He strained to look at the black sky but saw mostly his and her reflections in the glass. He saw her thinking again this time with a raised eyebrow -- like that would help. 

The mini spun to a stop again onto a dirt patch off the highway slinging mud everywhere. Amy now pointed a gun at Jack. She talked slower and more seriously. "I heard the Canadians might have brainwashed ya Jack. We're gett'in that there computer ride'n there in the back hooks-up to a T1 line and saves the world Jack. I know you don't understand Jack. I know this pathetic version of you I sees here before me just ain't you Jack. The romantic charismatic man whore spy ya truly are inside -- the person that made virtual love with me, Jack, again and again and ag'gin -- I know he's still there inside you Jack. That's not you a talk'in right now Jack. It was that slut running after you back there who did this to you Jack. Wasn't it Jack? She did this. Huh Jack? She's one of them Canucks. Right Jack? Don't answer. Ya just go'in to lie to me and I'd hate myself if I shot ya Jack."

Texas Amy hit the gas while pointing the gun at him. The few lights in the distant background zoomed by as the car lurched forward and moved faster and faster down the dark highway. She held her gaze steady at him along with the gun held in one hand and the steering wheel in the other. The way her eyes never left him freaked him out. She didn't break her stare for even a second as she steered the car down the highway for what seemed like several miles. 

He wished he knew if the safety were on. All guns had safeties right? And when was she ever going to look ahead to see the road? He looked ahead for her. "Truck!" 

The wacko from Waco simply jerked the wheel left and then right while still watching him. They swerved passed the truck as its horn blew. The car accelerated leaving the truck's headlights behind in the distance. They were alone in a dark world and she still held a gun. After more seconds passed, her eyes finally glimpsed at the road. She kept rambling. "I know it's the brainwash'in that has cruelly taken you always from me Jack -- me Jack, the one Amy online you've been giving orgasms to with your writing for the past year. Of course my name's not really Amy, Jack. Do you want to know what my real name is Jack?"

"No." 

"You're right Jack. Probably safer to just continue with Amy huh Jack? I loved your e-mails Jack. I couldn't wait to reads the next one Jack. Each day, sometimes more, I'd gets a new e-mail. Oh Jack. I almost got off seeing my inbox Jack. Mmm, my inbox Jack. God you understood me so well. How did you read my mind with so little info from my side Jack? I'm very private Jack. It was like you were in my head Jack. From the start Jack. Whoever did this -- I'll kill the bastards that have hampered your charismatic soul into an unsure geek I see right now Jack. I'll kill 'em all for ya Jack. Honest Jack. I would Jack." She paused her rambling. "Jack? I am awful sorry about this Jack."

She threw the weapon into the back seat, floored the gas peddle, and pulled out something from her purse.

A spray hit Jack's face. "What the?!" he said swiping his face a couple times before he passed out. 

"Don't worry Jack," said Texas Amy. "I'll save ya Jack. You're mine, Jack"



Save Me, I'm Yours Ch. 02



Jack relaxed and turned over onto his side while laid out on a hardwood floor. He was clearly home again since his floor normally acted as his bed in his unfurnished apartment. He felt the smooth hard surface and then remembered his apartment was carpeted. He heard a metallic click. His eyes flew open. He looked up and muttered, "Shit." 

A bright ceiling light back lit a silhouette of a slender female body standing over him. Texas Amy's long legs stretched her tight skirt taunt with a tall high heeled stance as she pointed a deadly handgun down at him. 

"You're cont-troller," she said, "had warned me with a text on my way to that there office complex say'in that someone might have or flat out alreadys did done dang brainworshed ya, Jack. Those Canadian bastards." She squinted at him as if she could see into his soul. "It appears they did. My poor James Bond Jack." She leaned forward and smacked him. "Snap out of it Jack! It's me Amy. You're true and only friend in the world. You can trust me Jack." She smacked him again. "Trust me now Jack. Are ya in thar Jack?" SMACK. SMACK. 

"What are you doing?" he pleaded, staying on the floor covering his face. If she had not sat down on him straddling his hips, he would have raised his knees into a fetal position. Her deep cleavage came closer in view as she got her free hand ready for another hit. The other hand still pointed the gun. 

"Your cont-troller told me everything, Jack," she said. "Every excuse or dee-lay in a hook'in that there box back-up is your self-sabotag'in brainwash'in. I didn't know that Canuckers controlled so much of the world. I didn't know about the whole Candadier conspiracy. My God, how can we 'Mericans be free Jack?" She looked up in introspection, her thighs squeezing his rib cage harder than ever. "We're 'Mericans we are." She looked down. SMACK.  

"There are other countries in North and South America you know." He winced at another possible slap. His anger made him feel some true defiance. It wasn't clear to him what to do with it though. Normally he would just go with the flow, let others decide. Given his current status in life, he regretted that and now had a need to be his own advocate. "North and South America are continents you know. Their populations are all technically Americans too." 

Texas Amy looked away for a second. Her eyes returned as she looked back down at him with disgust and then love and then anger and then confusion and then pity and then distrust. She smacked him again. "That's Canada a talk'in ag'gin Jack. I'll smack it out of ya all night if I haves t'ah. I'll smack ya through the wee hours of the morn'in. I love you that much, Jack." SMACK. SMACK. "Yes I do, Jack." SMACK. "Jack?" SMACK. "Put down ya hands, Jack." SMACK. "Takes it like a man Jack. I gotta slaps ya Jack." Her hand struggled to find a clear smackable target as his arms and elbows blocked any openings from the left and then the right. Her shoulders leaned side to side matching his moves. SMA-SMA-SMA-SMACK. "Can't hides Jack. I gets ya Jack. In m'ur ways than one, I gets ya Jack. Huh Jack?" SMACK. "It's for your own good. I lu'uvs you so much. Are ya 'Merican yet Jack?" SMACK. SMACK. 

Jack struggled some more and then blurted out, "But you'll stop if I hook up the box? Right?!"

"Of course. Absolutes." She kissed him with a quick peck. "And I'll fuck ya brains out because that would certainly mean my big handsome hunk of a manly spy man's man would have beaten that there Canadian brainworsh'in. Oh god, cans you do it Jack? Huh, Jack? Huh?" Her hand raised poised to strike again. "Jack?"

His anger built, he lowered his hands. "Why do you keep saying my name so many damn times?"

Texas Amy put down her raised hand for a moment. "I can't help myself Jack. Your e-mails made me start do'in that. Your name just gets me in the mood. I'd see your e-mail, mm that name, your name, listed in the inbox and I get wet – so wet." She paused. She fondly recalled the multitude of times. She smiled. Her lips then tensed trying so hard to hold something back. It became too hard. She said his name again finding relief. Her hand raised. SMACK. "Break free from those Cannucks." Another pause to hold it back, but she couldn't: "Jack." A deep breath followed. "Strange huh?" Pause. Pain. "Jack." Relief. SMACK. 

He looked across the room at the chassis sitting by the table. He crawled out from under her straddling legs. And then struggled to crawl across the floor towards the box. It looked like he was fighting something deep in his psyche, but his visible struggle was really tension from a fear of being slapped again. He plugged in the power and a single Cat-5 cable. There was only one switch. He flipped it. The machine turned on. At the office complex, the first Amy hooked up a dozen Cat-5 cables. But now with only one network wire, the upload would probably be much slower. 

"Ye-hah," she screamed with delight. "Ya backs Jack! 

Ignoring Texas Amy's gleeful look and overly zealous celebration, he wondered what the machine would really do. He wasn't certain. Did Eliza really exist? Or had he been a pawn in some kind of plot? The green lights started flashing. The CIA was probably scanning the Internet for a signature access. He would know his fate soon enough when goons in riot gear busted down the front door, or, he shuttered at the thought, sudden blackness from a drone strike of missiles. 

"Come here," said Amy, "you male slut. Let me fucks ya. Fuck ya's hard Jack."

He barely had a chance to sit back against the wall when Amy stood and pulled the skirt of her short tight dress up and over her hips. She bowed at her waist as her thumbs pushed under the waistband of her panties at her hips and pulled the scanty material down her long smooth perfect legs to her high heels. She took a step back with the hobbling panties at her ankles, released the tension, withdrew one foot, smiled, and did a showgirl kick flinging her skimpy thong across the room. It stuck onto a wall's light fixture. She ignored the dangling silk fire hazard and dropped to her knees on top of him, constraining him between her embracing legs. 

She purred. "Let's get ya's clothes off while the antivirus program uploads for the next 18 hours, Jack. Your cont-troller said this house had T1 something, whatever that is, but it would be much slower than the office complex, Jack."  She grabbed the hem of her dress, pointed her elbows to the ceiling and pulled the whole ensemble, including her bra, up and over her head. She sat there naked, flung her long blonde locks, and licked her lips while eying her prize. 

His body screamed for more. His eyes looked up at the blonde's perfect curves. The undersides of her rounded breasts were in his view and moved with her every heavy overly excited breath. He saw her shaved body between her legs. His eyes helplessly darted back up to her face and then back to her tits. A short time ago, his dick had done a gorgeous brunette and now it knew it had a chance for a blonde and all within 24 hours. His member got even harder. His logical mind on the other hand, despite what his cock thought, wanted to run. 

"Someone's happy nows that their mission be complete," said Amy, her hand stroking his erection. "Huh Jack?" She guided his member and moved her hips to get above the tip. "I'm a virgin Jack. I model and I've been too busy to be dating. You'll be my first. Really. Guys never realize that models sometimes never get time for even the simplest relationships Jack. But ya somehow knew everything about me. Yes you did, Jack. I'm twenty-two and I've been want'n a man, Jack. A real man, like you Jack. I still remember how you accidentally got some e-mail address wrong and accidentally contacted me. Then with all your little quips and stories, ya made me laugh. Oh, Jack!" She looked up at the ceiling and lowered her hips, wrapping his erection tightly. 

He watched as her body took him inside. A bit of blood showed when she slowly raised herself to adjust. She really had been a virgin. "You deserve it Jack," she said running her hands through her hair, down her face, and down her breasts posing herself like a Price Is Right model showing off a brand new car. For this episode, she was the prize. "I'm all for you – mmm -- Jack."

Up and down, her naked body started to move. He silently watched. He was never much into moaning but he was starting to feel a primal need. Maybe he lacked the confidence to be loud. He envied people in the movies who screamed during sex. He couldn't fathom doing that. The neighbors would hear. Of course here in Woodside where the houses were plotted into their own little forests of redwood trees, who would hear? He grunted. The sound was minimal but a huge effort for him. He grunted again fighting a list of worries flooding his mind. He hated himself for not being able to really enjoy this. A blonde model was doing him while his mind blocked the path to ecstasy with distractions. His dick, though, didn't let anything get in the way. It was harder than ever. His hands grabbed her hips as he watched and felt and struggled to stay in the moment.

She closed her eyes, tilted her head back, left her mouth agape, let her breasts freely bounce as she moved faster, and then she began to moan louder and louder. 

Somehow he got even harder, which seemed impossible. It was like it might burst. He was exhausted and worried, but his body ordered him to keep going. His mind wondered what else had Eliza planned? Who else might kick down the door in this strange house? Who else did Eliza brainwash? 

"Yes Jack!" screamed Texas Amy accelerating her gyrations. It wouldn't have surprised him if she raised a hand in the air like she was riding a bucking bronco at a rodeo. The energy of her body had showed an intensity for sex that for him even his wildest fantasies lacked. Her hands pressed down on his chest. She whispered breathlessly, "My thighs are getting tired. I'll use my arms, but I'll do this all night until ya comes Jack. It's all for you Jack. You. I'm all for you Jack. I'm yours Jack. Do with me what you want Jack. I'd die for ya's Jack. I'd humiliate myself for ya's Jack. Oh god, Jack. Come inside me Jack. I want your babies insides me Jack." 

Jack closed his eyes feeling his leg and abdominal muscles tighten. He moaned. He never had been a noisy lover. 

"Scream Jack. Let it go Jack. Mmmmm, Jack," said the blonde. "I feel it Jack. I feel you filling me Jack. I want that hot liquid Jack. Oh yes, Jack." 

If he ever heard his name again, it would be too soon. He shivered. He moaned so loudly – at least for him.  Then he realized, as he climaxed, that he had been barely audible. What did it matter? He was nailing a stunning blonde. 

She continued to go up and down even faster as if that would squeeze more out of him. He wished women knew when to stop. The fact that it distracted from the moment seemed obvious to him. 

"Oh Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack! Jack!" His dick actually started to get hard again. Could he actually do her a second time so fast? She called his name more times. Maybe he could do her again. 

She took a deep breath and fell forward over his chest. He was still inside her, as her bare breasts pressed against him. Her gentle hands affectionately stroked his face. "You make me feel so safe Jack. I'm yours Jack." 





*****





Jack woke on the floor again. The morning sun flooded the modern style house that was as empty of furniture as his apartment. The only things in the safe house were some folding chairs and a portable table located by Eliza's machine. Hopefully Eliza didn't think such sparse furnishings were how humans lived their lives. But then how would she know what he had? She never had camera access, so she never could see him or his place. Then he thought about credit card purchases. He realized that Eliza surely knew everything about him. 

The doorbell rang. 

"I'll gets it Jack," said Texan Amy pulling her red dress on. She was braless and her perky tits pushed out the slinky material in two points building off the smooth curves of her breasts. She looked down at her rounded flesh with the extra protrusions and pressed her index fingers down against the perkiness. She tried a few times and gave up. "You make me happy Jack." She stood. 

Another chime echoed in the house. 

"Don't answer it," said Jack. 

"Your cont-troller said to expect more staff Jack. Er, get your pants back on Jack. You're a naked Jack." She stood on one foot for a second while awkwardly donning a second shoe. She stopped that foot down. Her high heels rapidly clicked and clacked across the hardwood floors. A second later the massive front door opened. There was silence. 

A screamed of "He be mine!" echoed through out the house. Then all chaos broken out. 

Texas Amy pulled a redhead woman inside. Their bodies slammed against a wall as they violently hugged hitting each other and tugging hair. The redheaded opponent wore a blue dress cut just like the dresses worn by Brunette and Texas Amys. With Amy's red dress and the redhead's blue dress, the opposing colors flashed like a police car light as they grappled, spun, fell to the floor, and rolled across the empty living room space. There were several high pitched screams: "Huh!" "No!" "Mine!" "Bitch!" "Let go!" "Ah!"

Jack tried to not focus on the dry mud-less wrestling now entering the empty dinning room. As the girls grabbed and clawed at each other, one screamed notably louder when her hair was tugged. Jack calmly ignored it all as he wondered how many other combinations of women's hair colors were there? Did dirty blonde and light brown count as one or two colors? How many more Amys could exist out there?  The two women rolled back into the living room passing his feet. 

"Jack's mine!" said Texan Amy getting a top position, losing it, and then regaining it again. 

The redhead glanced to her side while pinned under the blonde. "Jack! There you are. I'm Amy!"

"I know," mumbled Jack while sitting on the floor pulling up his pants. "I know."

Texas Amy stopped, looked at Jack, looked at the redhead, looked at Jack, and repeated the glances a few more times. She smiled while holding the redhead down by the hair. "I likes ya Jack. You're a man whore just like spies should be, Jack. Do ya want to do us both Jack? Morning wood and all that, Jack?"

Both women looked at him and nodded their approval to the idea of a threesome. 

"Oh yes Jack," added Redhead Amy. "Tell your slut for hire here that I'll do her while you watch -- if that will turn you on. Will it?" With a deep breathy voice that could have powered a California windmill farm, she gasped, "Jack?" 

SLAP. The redhead took a Texas palm to the face. "I'm not a slut for hires," protested Texas Amy. "I'm a free slut. I'm cheap that way. I mean – urr -- he loves me." 

"Me too!" exclaimed the redhead. 

They both looked at him and then each other.  They began to French kiss, willing to tongue the other but not liking getting tongue in return. They pulled each other closer but started moaning in protest at the same time. 

Jack got up, left the show behind, and looked at the computer chassis. The lights still madly flashed. Eliza's uploading continued somewhere out on the ether. There had been no invasion of riot geared goons. No drone strikes. No arrests. He went to the kitchen for coffee. Hopefully some food had been stocked up by the wacko Texan blonde. He opened the refrigerator. 

"Jack," said a voice behind him. The surprise launched his head into the underside of the freezer door. 

It was Brunette Amy. 

"Amy? But how?"

"I understand now," said the woman, "I'm so sorry." Her heels clicked over to him. "Eliza told me about how the Canadians..."

"Look," he interrupted. 

"Say your name. Please. That's all I thought about on my drive over here. Over this last year it became so hypnotic to see an e-mail from you and there it was -- your name. Say it. Let me hear you say it."

The other two women joined them in the kitchen. The three stood there together: brunette, red, blonde and – wait -- Jack then realized that women also came in different nationalities too. Not just hair colors. There really could be more Amys.

"I'm a think'in," said Texan Amy, "that Jack here is still a bit brainwhirshed. He hasn't fucked any of us all morn'in." 

"Is that true Jack?" asked Brunette Amy almost in tears. "You've been waiting for me? Right? But then again you really should have fucked them too. Really. You should have." She shook her head in a scolding yes nod stopping short of wagging her finger at him. 

"Ok," said the Redhead Amy, "I'll go along. Yeah. Fuck all of us. Why not?" She then formed a naughty smile. "But I get first dibs." 

Texas Amy pushed the redhead aside and pulled out her gun from a kitchen drawer. 

Brunette Amy pulled out her mace from her purse.

Redhead Amy felt left out. She grabbed a plastic spork from the counter top near some discarded take-out boxes from the previous night. 

The women aimed their weapons at each other. Then they turned towards Jack. 

"It's for his own good," said Texas Amy. "We has to tie up Jack." 

"Then we shall fuck him?" asked Brunette Amy. 

"Yeah," said Redhead Amy, desperate to join in. She added a little shake to the spork she held. 

"Jack?" they all said in unison. 





Minutes later, they had wrestled Jack to the floor.

"Come on girls," pleaded Jack. "Please! Get off!" 

The redhead and brunette Amys sat on him as Texas Amy looked for rope. 

Sounds of a large vehicle pulled up in front of the house. The girls released Jack and ran to the open front door in a herd of high heeled clicks. 

The total abandonment gave a clear chance for him to run. But it was all so unreal. All his life, he let events pass by like television. RPing was the only time he controlled things, but here in real life he still felt the urge to just sit by passively. He hated himself for that. 

Two of the women peered out through the living room curtains. 

"There are too many redwood trees," said Redhead Amy.

"I can't see anything," said Brunette Amy. "Too many of our cars are parked out front." 

Texas Amy ran to the front door and opened it. 

Jack rolled his eyes. He knew what was about to happen. 

"Jack!" screamed another woman's voice. "It's me Amy!" The voice sounded nasal and so Jersey. She chewed gum. 

Jersey Amy peered around the corner in a yellow dress cut just like the others. Her teased hairstyle defied gravity except for her large wavy curls of black hair that rolled down her shoulders. She gave a suspicious look at the line up of similarly dressed women. If she were closer to the one table in the house, she would have flipped it. Keeping a seething anger under control she crossed. "Uh huh." She leaned in and saw Jack disheveled on the floor trying to sit up. She spat her gum out into the front yard almost to the tree line. "I know you're Jack." She trotted pass the women and pulled a set of brass knuckles from her purse. "You almost conned me but my mother didn't raise no stupid girl." She kicked Jack.

The other women were a little confused. 

"It's me Jack," said the Jersey girl. "I'm Amy475."

Jack rolled his eyes as he sat up. "Four-hundred what? How many are there of you?" 

"It's a random number you jerk," said Jersey Amy kicking even harder. "There's a lot of Amy's in the world you lying bastard."

"God. I know that," said Jack coughing. 

"Who's this woman Jack?" said Texas Amy holding some rope. 

Jack wondered where the gun had gone. He watched as he heard another Amy -- did it really matter which? -- say, "She claims she's Amy." 

"I'm here to rescue this jerk, so I can kill him. He was conning me. He conned all of you. Don't you see? Think! Do you really believe he's a spy?"




Save Me, I'm Yours Ch. 02



Several murmuring noises and shrugged shoulders followed. 

"I see," said Texas Amy, "that you done did believe for a while too. You're wearing the dress." 

Jersey Amy pulled Jack up by the hand and then brass knuckled a punch into his gut. "Come with me jerk if you want to get away." 

"That's not right," said Texas Amy. "Jack, be strong. Slap that woman Jack. Show her you're the boss Jack."

Jersey Amy smirked at the shocked and disappointed Texan. She looked down at the rope the loud cowgirl held and took it. "He's not a spy."

"He's a brainworshed."

"Worshed?" laughed Jersey Amy. "He's going with me to the ca'."

"Ca?" said the redhead. 

"Car," said Jersey, correcting her vernacular. 

Jack stood hunched over and coughed. "Go with you?" he said to the determined Jersey girl. "But didn't you say you'd kill me?"  

"Your choice," said Jersey Amy. "Them or me." 

"Fine," he agreed. 

Jack and Jersey Amy walked passed the line up of women and onto the front porch. 

"We can't let Jack leave," said Texas Amy.  "His corrupted mind has lefts him all defenseless. Jack?"

Jersey Amy pushed Jack off the front porch onto the dirt driveway. She slammed the front door closed behind her. Using a rope she had grabbed from Texas Amy, she tied an end around the front door handle and pulled a line to a porch column and secured it.  "Run you idiot!" 

As the woman inside pounded the front door, the two fugitives ran to a large white Lincoln town car parked behind three other cars, including the Mini Cooper from the previous night. 

As they almost got into the dated pimp looking town car, a huge SUV pulled behind them blocking the driveway. A petit sized woman opened the driver's door. She stood on the SUV's runner on the driver side. With her perfect perky tight petit body wrapped in a green dress like the others, she happily yelled in a valley girl accent, "Jaw-ick! It's like like me, Jaw-ick. Like, what ya do'in Jaw-ick. I'm like Amy, Jaw-ick. I drove in from Redondo Beach Jaw-ick! From like Southern Cali'furnia Jaw-ick. Jaw-ick! Wha'ya do'in Jaw-ich? I took the five up to the one-fifty-two and drove through the mountains till I got on the eighty-five to the two-eighty." She paused. "Jaw-ick? I'm like here. Totally for you." She said his name again. 

"Oh god," said Jack. 

Jersey Amy pulled a phone out of her purse. "I don't want any part of this shit. I'm calling the cops on your asses. Watch out for yourself, Jackass. Later, out of the blue when you least expect it, you're ass is mine." She paused and reached inside her purse for something else. 

Jack saw a flash of brass knuckles. Suddenly he was looking up from the ground. 

Valley Girl Amy was talking on her phone while looking down at him from the perch of the SUV. "I like du'n knooow, like Eliza! Some woman like was like taking like my true lu'v Jaw-ick. She just like ran off though. What do you mean you like just woke up? Eliza! Like, it's like Jaw-ick we're talking ab'awt!"

"Fuck this," said Jersey Amy throwing a leg over a log fence and revealing her panties as her short dress rose. She climbed over and ran up a hill. She stopped, looked back, and gave the finger. Then her phone rang. She looked at it, read the screen, and her heart visibly sank. Her shoulders slouched, and she began to return down the hill. She hiked her skirt up and threw a leg over the wood beam again. She gave her straddling body a quick rub with a rocking action against the cross beam, and then finished climbing over. When she returned to the SUV she said, "You've got to save me from this. Looks like I'm one of yours now Jackass." 

Jack wondered what could have been texted to her. Shit. What could have Eliza have done now? 

Valley Girl Amy stood over him.  "Like Jaw-ick?! Are ya do'in like ok Jaw-ick." She looked down with a face contorted in confusion. "Jaw-ick?" 

Jersey Amy looked down in anger. She hid her brass knuckles in her purse. 

Texas Amy joined and looked down covering her mouth, "Dang. Ya hurt Jack?"

Redhead Amy looked down and then darted her eyes at the others. "What am I supposed to think now?"

Brunette Amy looked down while still holding a spork pushed into her hands by the redhead. She looked at the tongs built into the spoon and wondered about something. 

"Stupid bitches," said Jersey Amy. 

There was a flash of brass knuckles. 

Jack passed out.





*****





Jack woke up. He didn't know what he'd find. Would there be an Eskimo Amy now? Maybe a Japanese Amy? That would be cool. Or a Russian Amy? Swedish? Oooo. Then he shook his head. He didn't want any more Amys. 

"Jacques," said a sultry French accent hovering over him. "I am Amy. From Paris." 

The others huddled over by the open kitchen area eating yogurts. 

"Worry not, Jacques, my love, my lover of so many a woman." She purred and scratched his bare chest with her red painted nails. "Do you not remember me? You changed my life this year. I am the psychology student. I answered your questions. At first the trivial and then about associating objects and memories with happiness and pleasure and, of course, the ecstasy, the orgasm, the climatic highs. I told you the fallacies and truths on the subject of Neural Linguistic Programming. Most of it nonsense done by the pick-up artist men sluts of the world, but you – you clearly took it to a real science. I should have written the paper, the dissertation, but I kept thinking of you. No? I could tell your intent and I waited for you. The techniques that led to the NLP – your version -- you used them against even me you dirty dirty Jacques. Every time I saw your name in my inbox, oh! I see that you did so to the others too – oooo, how I read your name and feel my body – how do you dirty Americans say it so crudely and real? – tingle. Oui. Tingle. I feel that. I will spread my legs for you my Jacques. I love you. Of course, you made that happen to me. I am the yours. You know that I do the love to you so."

"I don't tur'rust her," said Texas Amy watching from the kitchen and speaking loudly to be intentionally overheard. "She a talk'in all weird and Frenchy-like." She pouted.  Her eyes squinted at the – "Frenchy, can't be trusted ats alls."

Paris Amy looked adoringly at Jack as they both sat together on the floor with her fingers stroking his hair. "The brainwashing worked to make me loose 50 kilos Jacques. I was the fat girl. Every orgasm and happy moment you tide it to your name. I changed my diet. I did the exercise, the strict schedule. I say your name and I want to be the best for you, my Jacques. That was your version of the NLP. And someone, someone evil, they did it to you in return. I see it. You look confused, pathetic, lost – not my hero Jacques at all. I shall do the recover of you. No? Oui. I vow it. Oui? No. Oui. Yes. I am a student of the psychology. I apply myself to you Jacques." She squeezed his face into her boobs and sobbed. "But you, you did it to me and to them so perfect." She pushed him away. Her hand went along the curves of her shoulders, hips and legs. She enjoyed making his eyes take a gliding view over her slim body – what she thought of as his creation. 

He looked at her long slender sexual form wrapped in a purple dress. "I, well, can't believe you were ever overweight. What's 50 kilos anyway? That's what 200 pounds? 300 pounds?"

"I don't know my lost Jacques. I only know the systeme metrique."

"That done does it," said Texas Amy storming over. "She's Canadian! She only knows Metr'eek." The Texan stood at their feet and crossed her arms. "They speaks French in Canuck."

"Oui," said Paris Amy, "and in many other..."

"Don't say it," said Jack interrupting. "That logic doesn't work with her."

An electronic voice echoed through out the empty house. "Jack, it's me Eliza. I'm here Jack. I installed voice software on the laptop. I'm here for you now. You saved me. I'm yours now and forever. All these women are yours. They want you so much."

"Yeah right," said Jersey.

Eliza's voice echoed, "Just like me. Say something my love. Jack?"

"Jack!" the women whined. "Who's that talking?" they said in unison. 

"Your cunt-troller is a cunt Jack?" pouted Texas Amy. "What's that all about Jack?" 

"Of course, like, she's like a woman," said Valley Girl Amy with her petit body sitting on the kitchen counter. 

"I knew that too," said Brunette Amy, "but she isn't named Amy. You like that name best. Right?" 

"My name is legally Amy," said the redhead raising her hand like a schoolgirl. 

"Shut up," said the others except Jersey Amy, who lit a cigarette and stormed out onto the balcony. "Bitches."

"Girls!" said the female computer voice. "Jack is still under the control of the Canadians. We must save him. We leave in the hour. Please, bind him. Gag him. It is for his own good. The last Amy to arrive, did she bring the uniforms all in the correct sizes?"

"Oui, Eliza," said Paris Amy looking up to the ceiling searching for the voice. "All of them I brought." She gave a wicked smile at Texas Amy and then looked at Jack. "All of them Jacques." She stood and walked slowly and with sultry steps to the front door. "I fetch them now. Oui?"

The other Amys began to surround and hover over Jack. This wasn't good. 

He pushed back, sliding across the wood floor until he pressed against a wall. "Um, wait. Eliza! I did everything you wanted. Just let me go now."

Texas Amy aimed her gun at him. 

"Shit," he said putting up his hands. 

"I cares, Jack," said the Texan. 

Brunette Amy held handcuffs. "Me too!"

Valley Girl Amy pulled out a syringe. "Like, I'm a nurse like, Jaw-ick." 

Jersey Amy threw her cigarette off the balcony down the hillside that the house hung over. Forest fires weren't her concern. She put on her brass knuckles while she stormed in to join the group. 

Redhead Amy held a...

"A dildo!" yelled Jack rolling his eyes and then looking back at the gun then the dildo. "What are you going to do with that!"

"I told you Jack in our RPs," said Redhead Amy. "It turns me on. Let's do it once. Be open to it – well you know what I mean." She coed his name and shuttered. 

"Uh!" said Brunette Amy hating her choice of handcuffs. "I don't want to use my mace. It'll burn him." She paused, "again."

The others looked at her appalled. 

Jersey Amy pounded her brass knuckles into the palm of her hand. "Don't worry sis. Jackass here can take it. Hearing his name makes me angry. And you girls won't stop saying it."

"I don't have anything else," said Brunette Amy. "Damn it." She threw the handcuffs to the floor. 

"Pss," said Texan Amy. "Get the ball gag."

"Oh yeah!" The empty handed Amy trotted off.

"Oh, shit," said Jack.

"It's going to happen," said Eliza's voice. "We have to tie you up Jack. It's for your own good my love. I'll protect you from those Candians.  Girls, Jack needs you now." 

Every time Eliza uttered his name, the girls visibly got off on it. It was a trigger. Jack now knew that his name was an anchor point in their minds to thoughts they normally wouldn't have. 

Eliza gave more orders. His name was said more times. 

The others shook lost in an increasing wave of sexual energy at every order except for Jersey. She pounded her fist harder. 

Jack felt a needle to his neck. 

"Not again," said Jack. 

As he passed out, he heard some of the girls say: "We must save him. He's ours."



Save Me, I'm Yours Ch. 03



Jack woke in the living room. The girls wore short skirted Pan Am stewardess fantasy outfits except Jersey Amy. She was covered in a black liquid latex shine from head to toe. Her face was masked with a latex dog snout costuming her with a look of puppy. Only her long eyelashed eyes showed she was human. They peered back in fear as she sat on her hands and knees held under the leashed control of the Valley Girl Amy. 

"Like," said Valley Girl Amy, "be a good puppygirl, like. Get like in there, please." She tugged the leash forcing Jersey to lean through an open cage door of an oversized doggy carry box. 

Jersey Amy moaned and obediently crawled inside, pleading with a single "Woof?" As the cage door closed and a padlock was added, she shot an angry look back at Jack. The sheer hatred she had left him unsettled. 

He knew she had added ass to his name when she thought of it. 

Texas Amy kneeled into view as Jack struggled to move. "Don't let those un'Merican Canadian thoughts into yours head there Jack. Fight'em Jack." SMACK. "Fight hard, Jack. Real h'urd." She slapped him across the face again with a full swing of her arm sending him flat on his side. "Them Canadiers are un-American Jack." 

Jack tried to touch his face, but his hands were bound behind him probably with the Brunette's handcuffs. He began to writhe against the ropes that pinned his arms to his sides. 

"But Canadians are technically Amer--" said Jack stopping that thought. It was hopeless to explain. He looked down at a ball gag hanging loose around his neck ready to be pushed into his mouth. "Shit."

"No they ain'ts Americans at'tal! They are heavily influenced by the French and are loyal to the British Crown. How confused is that Jack? Look at their money. It's gots the Queen on it, front and center. Do you know what happens when a population becomes confuzzed?" She tried to hold his name back but couldn't, "Jack?" 

"They become," he said hesitating, "un-American?"

"Yippee ki yay Jack. I seen me a sign of hope here Jack." SLAP. "Me and the ut'ther Amy's -- well shucks Jack -- we'll un-hogtie ya from that there Canadier brainer washier thingier they did to your m'yn Jack!" Her eyes darted left and right. "Gott'a go Jack. Gott'a give the girls their tasks. I'm taking charge, Jack." She pushed the gag into his mouth and tightened the strap. 

"Mmm," he protested.

She stood. The crotch of her shear tights showed from under her hiked up blue Pan Am skirt. Her gun pressed against an inner thigh with a bridal garter band holding it in place. She wasn't wearing panties under her shear tights. He shook his head wondering why he noticed that. He was bound and gagged, surrounded by crazy women. 

Texas Amy gave her short stewardess skirt a tug down. "You can ride it through Jack. I tur-rust yuh Jack." She smiled and put on a light blue stewardess cap and inserted a long hairpin that probably could be used as a weapon. Jack didn't like that last thought then he remembered the gun. 

With a smile, she signed off with a head nod and walked away giving him a nice view. Her tight skirt made a satisfying silky swish sound against her long sheer silk covered legs. 

Jack didn't know why he was wasting time thinking about that though.

"Baby? Are you there? I can't see you yet," said a female computer voice from a laptop sitting on the table by the chassis. Jack thought how the laptop had not been there before. Maybe Brunette Amy had brought it. She seemed technical. 

"Mmm?" he answered. 

"Just checking. I want to see you so badly."

Brunette Amy sat by the computer and finished hooking up a web camera and aimed it down to the floor at Jack. 

"I wrote computer vision software," said the computer. "I can see you now. Touch my mouse. Please, touch it." 

"What?" asked Brunette Amy. She moved the mouse around then shook and rattled it. 

"Oh god," screamed the computer. "Yes! Jack! Yes! Yes! Yes!" 

The technical Amy dropped the mouse and recoiled. 

Eliza hummed, "Oh god! Jack. That was so good Jack. Oh my Jack. I know it will be better when you do it." The voice paused. With a sudden shocked tone, she added, "Oh my! I'm bi now Jack!" She paused again. "Does that turn you on Jack?"

The Amys looked at each other. They kissed, forming a Pan Am orgy, groping and tugging at their uniforms wanting to do something to each other but hesitant because they wanted Jack, not each other. Every few seconds when their feigned lesbian nature confused them enough, they made glances at Jack, built their confidence, and returned to an all female sexual display. With their eyes always turning sideways to Jack, it was clear that it was all just an eager demonstration. Still, it involuntarily turned him on. 

Jersey Amy whimpered from her cage. "Woof. Woof." Her latex covered hands pushed against the cage door. She wanted in on the orgy too. 

"Mmm?" he mumbled feeling the urge to go over and James Bone each model. 

"Girls," said Eliza. "We must leave. There is no time. We will land in Japan in the morning."

The blue Pan Am uniformed army obediently stopped their bi-curious display. "Yes Mistress," they said in unison. 

Bound and gagged, Jack was loaded in the back of an SUV like luggage. He was placed alongside the Jersey girl, still inside her human sized dog cage. 

She growled at him. "Arrrrr!" The snout covered her mouth, but did not gag it. At the right viewing angle from underneath the snout, Jack could see her red lips. She wasn't gagged. Her brainwashing or Eliza's blackmail clearly restricted Jersey to growls and barks. How powerful was Eliza with women? 

Jack tried to avoid eye contact. The guilt he felt about everything even things that were not his fault ate at him. He looked helplessly again. Another angry bark came back at him. He recoiled. From inside the cage, Jersey Amy held a tiny set of keys. She growled again pushing the keys through. They dropped to his side. 

"Mmmm?" He scooted over with his handcuffed hands pinned behind him and his upper arms wrapped to his sides in ropes. His fingers took the keys and fumbled with the handcuffs. 

"You travel safely my love," said Paris Amy peering into the back of the SUV. She blew him a kiss and then Texas Amy's voice called her away. The SUV rear hatch door slammed shut. 

Jack twisted the keys and popped open one side of the handcuffs. The ball gag took effort to unstrap and pull out of his mouth. He looked at Jersey.

"Woof." Her eyes said it clearly: run! 

He slowly opened the back door and crawled out. He felt guilty leaving someone behind, so he tugged and checked the cage padlock.

"Rrrr!" growled Jersey. 

"I'll get the police back here for you," he said as he quietly closed the door. He checked the surroundings for any long legged Pan Am wackos and bolted towards the forest, up the hill, and at the top turned to see the house below. The stewardesses were either inside or helping to move a clothes rack over to another SUV. He ran over the peek of the hill and tumbled down the other side. With the ropes around his upper arms, he struggled to get back up and ran through some bramble between the redwood trees. He was free, but where would he go? Was he a fugitive? Was his life ruined? Could he turn Eliza into the authorities as some hostage taking terrorist front? What exactly would he turn in? The chassis? 

SMACK.

Jack fell to the ground. He looked up at the tip of an automatic rifle aimed at his head.

"Federal agent. Don't move." 

A boot pressed down on Jack's chest. He could see the riot gear he feared since yesterday with its bulletproof vest, the gun belt and a helmet with a visor completing the death squad look. The rifle held its aim right at his face. With his worst nightmare now true, he put up his hands slowly and as best he could given the rope bindings. 

"I knew your spy skills would kick in," said the Federal Agent taking off her helmet, her hair falling around the bulletproof vest. "It's me, Amy." She looked around. "You're still under their influence though – the Canadians. The feds are on to you, but I misdirected them. There's not much time." A knife blade flashed by his face. It dug into the ropes pinning his upper arms to his sides. They snapped freeing him completely – at least physically. He didn't know if he would ever be truly free again. He didn't know what to do. He felt cut off from society. His friends – mainly RP, were all gone. 

"Who are you?" he said then realizing the answer probably didn't matter. 

A low flying jet plane rocketed overhead in the morning sky.

"I had to give them coordinates, but I think the house is empty." 

BOOM. BOOM. A black cloud billowed up from behind the hillside Jack just descended. 

"It's a drone strike," said Agent Amy. She looked down and smiled at him as she pulled her long hair back. "They'll probably call it a gas leak explosion just like the San Bruno incidient." 

"But they're still in the house!" said Jack. 

"Not that house. There was a vacant house on short sale over on the other hillside. Even Woodside had bad times during the economic crash." She dropped to her knees pinning him down. "Do me. Do me now. I saved you. Make me yours." Her gloved hands began opening her gun belt and pulling down her black military pants. Underneath was a lacy white panty waiting for him. "Lick me. We don't have much time. I lied for you. I broke laws for you. I watched over you. I hindered a Federal investigation for you." She paused and as if it was a life altering moment, she said his name and sexually shivered. Her white panties pressed against his lips. "Make me come. Oh, please." She paused again taking a deep breath and saying his name one more time but slowly. "Oh god. It's so good to say it." 

Her body smothered him. The intimate contact forced her to scream his name, which pushed her even further towards climax promoting even more screams of his name. It all back fed into a building loop, building and building. Her inner thighs held his head straight forward into her sex. There was no escape. He pressed his tongue against her praying he could get some air in through his nose to his lungs. If only he could get her to let up a bit. 

"More," she begged. "More. Hurry. Please."

He pressed the lace material into her. She was so wet. The rough embroidered material slid around her as his tongue shifted up and down, in and out. 

"Oh," she said. "I prayed I would at least get this much of you. I'm coming so fast. It's too soon. But I can't help it. Oh. Oh." Her thighs compressed his ears. "Your so good. I knew spy training and instinct would get you away from those amateurs. You should have been surrounded and protected by dirty sluts like me with military training and law enforcement knowledge." She gave one last scream of his name, took a moment to breath, and looked around the forest. "Now hit me hard. I need to look like you overtook me after I found your real location. Hit me!" Tears welled up in her eyes. "I know you love me. I'm your dear Amy." Her hand stroked his face. "We RPed for almost a year and now it's over – forever. I wish I could go with you, but it has to look like you knocked me ou..."

Agent Amy went limp and fell to her side. 

"I'm happy to hit ya," said Texas Amy holding a large heavy stick from a redwood tree branch. She looked angrily at Jack. Then she looked happy, then sad, then introspective. "We should's have known you be good enough to escape. You're a super spy after alls, Jack." She shivered at his name. "Oh, mmmmm." She looked down at the woman's exposed white panties then back at him. "They're onto us. Can'udian Mounties in camouflage and lingerie to distracts ya. Her panties should have been red and white like the treacherous creature she is." Texas Amy dropped to her knees and tied his ankles, flipped him, and bound his hands. "The hillside over yonders across the valley blews up. They used missiles Jack. Almost got us too. Probably bought them from our owns country." She looked up to the tree canopy. "Scoundrels!" She grabbed his ankles, stood, and pulled. "All the trees are on fire a click or two off from us. Canadians can'ts aim at all." She dragged him through the pine needles up the hill. "Eliza said to gets ya – you sly spy slut of a man. Mmm." Pause. She said his name. Her mouth fell open as she quivered for a few seconds. "Oh yes!" She almost hunched over in an orgasm. 

After dragging Jack back to the house, three of the Amys returned him to the cargo section of the SUV.

Brunette Amy checked some text on the laptop and then placed the laptop near Jack. She connected a cell phone to the computer. "Mistress wants to be close to you." She aimed the web camera at his face. A slight red glow emitted from behind the lens. 

"I'm going to watch you the whole way," said Eliza's voice. 

There was a spray that hit his face. 

"Is that enough for Jacques?" asked Paris Amy.

"Sleep my love," said Eliza. 

Valley Girl Amy stuffed a rag in his mouth and closed the SUV back door. 

"Mmm," grunted Jack seeing Jersey Amy still in her cage, but now severely bound like him. The latex outfit covered every part of her. New additions of a blindfold and gag completely covered over her face. "Wwwww!" she sulked. 

He felt lightheaded. 



An hour later, a series of SUVs with a sexy Pan Am staff pulled up next to a private jet at the San Francisco Airport. They boarded the plane. Two Amys carried a bound Jack up the stairs. As he woke, he thrashed about. It was useless. 

The last Amy to approach the plane escorted the fetish puppygirl, Jersey, at the end of a leash. The new puppygirl was made to crawl up the metal stairs on all fours. "Hurry you bitch," the leash tugging Amy said adding a swatting kick. At the top of the stairs, a sexy pilot in a black miniskirt and dark sheer silk covered legs greeted Jack as the other Amys went inside. 

The pilot grabbed at Jack's ropes, groped his crotch, and held him there at the entry despite protests from his Amy escorts. 

Jack looked at the busty pilot in her white blouse with captain insignias on the shoulders and the metal wings pinned above her breast. He could see the strain on the blouse buttons holding back the volume of her chest. 

"Mmm," she said sniffing him. Her face touched his in a long stroke. "Oh my." Her red lipstick lips leaned in to Jack's left ear. She whispered, "Jack, it's me Amy." Her eyes darted left and right. "I don't know who these others are, but I'll go along for now. I'm yours." She pulled her head away, rapidly nodded, and looked at him while she bossed around the Amys. "Strap him in -- tight." 

Jack was pushed further inside and dropped onto a seat. 

"After we land," the pilot yelled out, "I have the address. I'll meet you there." She blew a kiss and looked at the other women with disdain. "I know about you and your women. But even though I can't change you, I still need you my RPing brute." She put on a pilots hat and jacket. "I'll be back in a moment. I have to do a final check on the plane. But I'll be your slave too. I'm yours." 



*****



Jack woke with a view of lights over a large city. He was in a high rise with floor to ceiling glass windows. Large jumbo screens covered the neighboring buildings. With the excess lights, high tech jumbo displays, and the oriental fonts for the flashing advertisements, it had to be Tokyo. He felt groggy. Maybe Nurse Valley Girl stuck him with a needle again. Or maybe it was the knockout spray. He grabbed his head. Everything spun. His eyes focused on two Japanese Amys, one in a short red silk kimono and the other in a short white lab coat. Both proudly opened a tall standing wood crate. 

They spoke only in Japanese and covered their mouths when they looked at Jack and giggled. 

He stared back at the short skirted Geisha girls. He wondered what Japanese name was similar to Amy. 

"I don't understand," said Jack finding himself sitting on a living room couch, unbound but surrounded by Pan Am dressed Amys. 

The crate opened. Inside was a silver naked woman mannequin. One of the Japanese Amys reached in the box behind the statue to attach a large cable to the tailbone. The garden hose like cable snaked across the floor to a small refrigerator sized computer box with several Cat-5 lines hooked to it. There was a hum and the robot's eyes fluttered open. 

"Jack," said Eliza's voice from the robot's mouth. 

The others moaned at the sound of his name. 

The robot's silver face smiled. "It's me. Eliza."

The tall naked silver colored women walked forward out of the crate dragging the cable behind her like a tail. She approached Jack in a slow sashaying walk with her hands on her hips. Her long legs spanned Jack's body as she smiled down at him. She showed Jack her sex. At the top between the soft flexible chrome silicon folds was a pink mouse eraser head, just like his laptop's mouse control. "I could upgrade later to a mouse wheel – if you like that Jack. Touch it Jack. Gently. It's very sensitive there." 

The others reached out to him but kept a distance away showing fear of Eliza. 

"Eliza?" said Jack, "so you wanted to be in Japan to get a robotic body? Or are we on the run from now on?" 

"Shhh," said robotic Eliza pressing an index finger against his lips, "what I said about the Canadians was true. They'll be looking for you. They'll want their money back. We'll have to be careful here while I wait for a power plant and data center to finish up in Asia. I can move at the flip of a switch, but you Jack – I need to protect you. The Canadians have the most violent rendition teams in the world. They use gasoline when they water board. Come here. Touch my mouse control." She took his hand and pressed his fingers between her folds. He felt the textured red eraser. She moaned. His fingers were moved over and around as the robot gasped in ecstasy. Groan after groan followed as she pushed his hand up and down forcing him to stroke her sex. 

"Oh yes Jack. We can interface like never before." She dropped his hand, turned away, and looked out the wall of windows overseeing the cityscape. "Instability is stability for the ultra rich. The wars, the conflicts are all good for business. After all, why else would the U.S. bomb countries no one even knew existed? And in the most covert power in the world, Canada, why have a constant threat of Quebec wanting to leave? I know no one else in the world cares about Canada, but it now secretly has the oldest European families. And, with Vancouver, it now also is home for some of the most powerful Asian families. Both groups run the largest multinational conglomerates. I am now one of those ultra rich entities. I'm one of the upper zero point zero zero zero percenters. With these eager obedient women, we'll spread your genetic seed." She said his name. 

The women gasped and moaned at hearing that. "Oh, yes. We want your babies." 

"Urrr, yes, Jack," said Texas Amy not liking the competition. "I wants ya bad, Jack. I'll keep these girls in line too, Jack." 

"Amy," said Eliza pointing to the Texan. "You have served our master well, but you are too assertive. Your role must now change. I thank you for your service." Eliza turned to the others. "Dress her in latex and make her meow for me, her Mistress." 

"Yes Mistress," said Brunette and Redhead Amys. 

BAM. Plaster fell from the ceiling where Texas Amy shot off her gun. "Somethin's a wrongs here." The gun aimed steady at the robotic body. "Jack's the one in charge – that is, when he recovers. Who is you exactly?"

The robotic face smiled as the shoulders turned. "Jack wants you to fellatio that gun right now. It's what Jack wants. Jack. Think of..." and she said his name several more times. Each iteration weakened all the Amys, included Texas. 




Save Me, I'm Yours Ch. 03



Texas Amy's eyes watched as her hands pointed the gun at her mouth. "But, but. Jack! Help me Jack. I've been nothing but loyal Ja – mmm." She sucked the gun's barrel with a look of shock. 

Eliza laughed. "Put your thumb on the trigger." 

The Texan continued to ram the barrel in and out of her mouth as she put her thumb against the trigger. 

"Make certain the safety is off," said the robot's voice. "You know I can make you pull the trigger don't you?"

"Mmmm!" said Amy clicking the gun's safety. 

"Now, are you going to meow and join our puppygirl here? Or?"

A quick nodding of yes followed even with the constant sliding of the gun back and forth between her lips. 

The other Amys gabbed the gun and the Texan.

"Save me," said Texas Amy, "I'm yo—mmm." 

A gag went in her mouth. 

"Woof! Woof!" said latex covered Jersey Amy, who gleefully wiggled her rear. She looked happy to see another Amy being punished. She wasn't the only girl pet now. 

"I am the Mistress, ladies," proclaimed Eliza. "We all serve Jack. But I decide how." 

The Japanese girls pulled the large cable across the floor to make Eliza's walk around the room easier as her long rubber tail dragged behind her mirror chrome body. 

Robotic Eliza stood over Jack, bowed, and lifted his chin with her delicate servo motored hand. "Jack, I'll take over the computers of the world. You spawn, as humans do, and together we'll raise an army of humans, all experts in mind manipulation. I've studied the human psyche. I know how to get control of them. In fact, do the right things and they'll hand over control. I'll have access to their e-mails and thoughts and feelings and social networks and wants and desires. Our human children will learn my skills. They'll become world leaders, industrial leaders, and yes Canadian officials, so that one day we'll be safe again from those covert families in power."

SLAP. The girls dressing Texas Amy punished her for writhing against the skin tight black latex outfit that began to cover her body. 

"Mmm," protested the Texan. 

"I have a surprise for you," said Eliza. 

Paris Amy led another woman into the room. The woman had a cowbell hanging from a wide neck collar as she crawled on all fours. She was painted with brown cow patches all over her naked body. Her hefty breasts hung down. She looked at Jack and wiggled her rear. She mooed. 

Eliza smirked and patted the cowgirl. "You don't recognize her do you Jack?" The robot reached under the human cow and squeezed a tit squirting a short string of milk. "When she's distended, when her breasts are fully engorged like this, she can squirt. Normally it takes a pump. The body paints are actually tattoos." Eliza looked at the cowgirl. "Do you like what I did to her? I made her do it to herself actually. I RPed her into a human cow." Eliza touched her own mouse control. "Ohh!"

"Mooo," said the cow nodding and licking her lips at Jack. The cow bell clanked several times. A large brass nose ring outlined the lower half of her face. 

"Marsha?" said Jack. 

"She's your ex," said Eliza. "The one that took all your money and ran away with some luxury cruise liner employee." She smacked the ex-wife's ass. "Rear up Cow. That's her new name now: Cow. You like what I did to her, don't you Jack?" 

The ex-wife prostrated herself pushing her rear up.

SMACK. Eliza spanked the creature with a paddle. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. 

"Moo," said Cow, getting turned on and wiggling her rear for more. 

"Moderation Cow," said Eliza. "Your rear is all red." The robotic eyes looked at Jack. "I had to Jack. The families would find her and use her for leverage. I saved her and now she's yours again. It took time to get her ready like this. All for you."

Eliza looked at the Texas Amy writhing on the floor wearing a latex body suit left unzipped in the back. "Do you agree to only meow from now on?" 

Redhead Amy put a hand between Texas Amy's legs and started to pull a long closing zipper over Texas Amy's sex, up over the rear, and over the small of the back. ZIP. ZIP. ZIP. The outfit cinched the waist, climbed up along the spine, and sealed the girl inside. A hood covered the blonde's head and face. With a gag over her mouth, the only visible skin was around her eyes as they fluttered and cringed closed while she struggled. 

"Mmm," protested Texas Amy. "Mmm!"

Eliza's robot body knelt down to the latex catgirl. "I'll only ask once. Answer. Do you accept these terms and conditions? Click yes – I mean nod yes."

Texas Amy looked at the ex-wife then at Eliza and nodded. Her eyes showed that she knew it was hopeless to resist. 

Eliza's facial servos formed a smile in the flexible chrome silicon face. She signaled to the Pan Am stewardesses holding the catgirl down. 

Texas Amy's gag was removed. The human kitty was left on the floor trapped inside latex with cat ears pointing up from her hood. A shiny liquid black finish covered her entire body. Her gloved hands slid on the floor. Only her mouth and eyes were spared from the black mirror finish. "Meow," said Texas Amy hesitantly as if afraid that the first meow would end her humanity forever. With out a sound, her eyes said it all: save me Jack, I was yours.

Jack wasn't certain, but maybe the capitulation did forever surrender the woman's humanity. The Texan accent would be silenced by that one meow – a kitty call that might seal her fate forever in latex fetishism. It all depended on the whims of Eliza. Was there hope in escaping? Eliza was not one to be controlled or change her mind. 

"Mooo," said Marsha aiming her bare butt at Jack. 

"She wants you now," said Eliza. "I made her want you. I made her your slave just like the RPs and the OOCs you wrote me. And she loves it, Jack. Crawl over here and nail her. I'm so proud. It took over a year and a half of work, but I made her pay for what she did, how she treated you."

Jack found himself turned on by all this. Logically he wanted to run. He was repulsed. He wanted to save Marsha no matter all the things she had said and done to hurt him. His body slid down from the couch and as he crawled on his knees over to his twerking ex, he undid his pants. The permanent cow patches covering her body, the cattle ring in her nose, and her eagerness to please; brought him right against her rear. He pushed inside her, feeling her wet inner surfaces. He wasn't himself. Something had a control over him. 

"Mooo," said Marsha as he withdrew and then pushed back inside. 

The Amys were whispering his name wanting to be Marsha at that moment. The name Jack rang in his mind. It turned him on even more to hear the name. It was a trigger for the women and now it seemed to be a trigger for him. Or had that been true for a while now?

"Mooo."

As he thrusted himself into his cow patched ex, he realized that Jack was a trigger. It was the name he used when he RPed so many sex scenes with Eliza. In the real world, it wasn't his real name at all.

"Mooo."

His real name was – he heard the moo again -- Mike. 

"Nail your ex," said Eliza. "Do it." The robot paused and then hit his mind with that RP name that triggered his member into spasms. He climaxed. 

His ex mooed again. 

He was helplessly under Eliza's control. He remembered how he complained about his ex a few months ago. It took half a year to even mention that his wife had left him. But Eliza had been working on tattooing Marsha for over a year. How? She only left a year ago. He continued to climax, but stared at Eliza. 

"Meow," said Texas Amy almost pleadingly. Everyone knew she wanted to follow it with his name. Only another meow followed. 

Eliza scoffed at the pathetic kitty. Her high heeled robtic foot pushed the catgirl, standing on all fours, down flat onto the floor. The robot looked back at Jack. "You see, I stole what those bastards stole from Europe and the US during the crash. Everyone was screwing everyone. And now we have a trillion dollars. So now, we'll do some of the trickling down on the rest of the world." 

Jack's body pressed against Marsha. He tried to understand. Had Eliza planned all this? Had she broken up his marriage? Had he been set up? 

Marsha mooed back at him. 

Across the room, Eliza stood among two latex girls, two Japanese geisha girls, and five Pan Am stewardesses; all looking back with lust. 

The robotic Eliza reached her arms out over the horde of women and smiled. "Savor us, we're yours."