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[Prologue]

The nightmare came back. Twelve years separated Quinn from the time when she had been an undercover cop sent out to break a sex slaver ring. Her mind had expected what was going to happen. Her soul was not so prepared. Her body was changed, altered, to satisfy the tastes of obscenely wealthy men. Then there was Alan, the slaver security chief.
     The other women in the slavers' clutches, save for the pillow women, were trained by men skilled in the sensual arts. Alan was not. He came very close to breaking Quinn, but she endured. After the rescue Alan and his employers were tried and shot for their crimes. Quinn wished that she had killed Alan, saving the execution squad the trouble. The first night she spent with her future husband Derek was almost her last. Her wetware acted out her nightmare and tried to kill Derek. He managed to shake Quinn out of her trance. She was frightened and ashamed that she could be capable of such a thing. Over the years the nightmares became less and less frequent. But they still occurred. At least her wetware no longer tried to act out against her phantom enemy.
     Her screams woke up Derek and her son, Kyle. The six year-old boy walked into the master bedroom, holding a large teddy bear in his arms.
     "Did Mommy have a bad dream?" Kyle asked sleepily. Derek rolled over to see his son.
     "She did, Kyle. Is Mr Bear going to talk to her?"
     Kyle walked over to his mother and handed her the bear. Mr Bear was a cute and fat plush toy based on a bushbear, the native predator on Outback. She thanked Kyle and sent him back to bed with a kiss. After her son left Quinn turned on a light and opened a ready file pad. She started writing.
     "Was it as bad as before?" Derek moved next to his love, placing an arm around her waist.
     "Not as bad. I just screamed this time, that's all." She continued to write as if she was possessed. "I have to write this down now. Otherwise I'll lose some of the intensity."
     Derek kissed Quinn's shoulder. "If it helps to confront your demons then by all means do it."
     Quinn smiled but didn't slow her writing. Mr Bear was still on her stomach. He'd never have a bad dream.

1

Lynnae Wilcox and June Parlor were not the only ones in the police cruiser today. Amber MacRoy, a fellow officer, was in the back seat. It was 'take a dispatcher on patrol day' and Amber was glad it was her turn. Lynnae turned to see her small friend. The 32 year-old Amber barely topped out at 1.42 meters and weighed 36 kilos. She had black hair, bright brown eyes and fair skin. Her proportions suggested that she had a taller body shrunk down to her current size. Her lack of a chest also enhanced the 'living doll' impression. As with Lynnae and June, anyone who teased Amber soon learned to regret it. She had eight years in the force. However, she had accumulated only two years worth of patrol. The rest had been spent behind a desk or as a dispatcher.
     Even in the 25th century a female voice commanded more attention than a neutral or male voice. Understandably women were still used as police dispatchers. Amber's voice was quite commanding. Officers thought it was their mother talking to them over the radio. Skill notwithstanding, Amber wanted to be on the streets more. Her superiors were not of that opinion.
     Amber smiled at Lynnae. Many times she wished that Lynnae was her patrol partner. Amber wanted to be out on the streets, protecting the public from the criminal element. She had a very good shooting eye and could nail the target with the best of them. Her friendly personality would make her a natural 'straight man' in a good-cop, bad-cop routine. She didn't let her small size stop her from attacking a much larger opponent, many of whom considered her a child. Despite all her proven ability her patrol requests were often turned down.
     In her two years actually on the streets Amber had the pleasure of patrolling the deserted outskirts of New Darwin. To pass the time she learned every definition of the word boredom in Standard English and in every tongue of humanity. The most excitement she had was freeing a jackalope (a herd animal on Outback that looked like a very large rabbit with antlers) that got caught in a bush. She also participated in Career Days at local high schools. At one of those, the principal thought that Amber was some wise-ass student dressed up as a police woman. Amber corrected her. One could hardly blame the principal. The great majority of female students were taller than Amber by a good margin. She looked like a trouble-making freshman. Amber did express her displeasure at the principal's jumping to conclusions. Amber was diplomatic but told the principal to go to hell in such a way that she was looking forward to the trip.
     Deep down, Amber thought that her superiors likened her to a kid sister, one to be shielded from the harsh world of patrol work. She resented that attitude. It was only with Lynnae's incessant requests that Amber was out on the streets today. As of now nothing was happening on the rain-slick streets of New Darwin. In a moment that changed.
     A robbery was in progress at a nick-nack shop. The alarm was silent and was activated only a minute ago. There was a good chance the robbers were still in the shop. In no time Amber and her two companions were on the scene. Calling for backup, the trio went in, their service guns ready.
     Amber felt the adrenaline coursing through her body. She wondered how Lynnae and June handled that rush of power. Carefully walking towards the back she saw some movement. Yelling out a command she saw a black-clad shape dart away. Amber followed it to the back of the store and into an alleyway. She yelled again, raising her pistol. The figure turned around. It had a gun in its hand and fired at Amber. She fired back. The figure was hit, but it fired again before falling to the ground.
     Amber's vest stopped the bullet, but it hurt like hell. She walked over to the fallen body. With trepidation she removed the mask it had on. Beneath it was face of a 15 year-old boy. He appeared Asian in extraction.
     Damnation and Hellfire, Amber thought. Then she saw the effects of her hit. By mistake she fired a 10 mm bullet instead of a stun charge. The boy did have on a vest but the hydrodynamic shock of that bullet did a number on his insides. His heart wasn't beating and certainly there was internal bleeding. Amber wanted to throw up. Hardly two hours had passed in the patrol before she plugged that boy. She readied her collar com to summon a meatwagon (police parlance for an ambulance). She got as far as taking the boy's vest off in an attempt to revive him when she was knocked out from behind by an unseen assailant. Her universe became a void.

Lynnae managed to grab one of the robbers. She took off his mask and saw the face of a boy. The now exposed lad twisted and turned like a weasel. Lynnae lost her grip. The kid bolted like lightning, running out of the shop. Cursing, Lynnae followed but the boy was too fast. Defeated, the cop used her collar com to contact June. There was no one else in the shop. Next was Amber. After several attempts with no response Lynnae started looking for her friend. In the alleyway she found a black mask just like the other robber had on. She continued her search. There were three spent shells. Only one was from Amber's service gun.
     Lynnae put in a call to the station. Each officer had an implanted locator chip. It could only be activated by a command pulse sent by the Commissioner. It was needed now.
 

2

Amber opened her eyes. At first she thought she was in a hospital. The simple white gown she had on made her think that. Sitting up, she saw that the room was definitely not in a hospital. The rich red walls were worked with gold patterns. Curling Chinese dragons decorated the ceiling. The far wall was in fact a window. Amber got up and walked over to it.
     It was a commanding view. Before her was New Darwin. She could see Alberry Harbor, its surface dotted by hundreds of sailboats. The window must've been facing east because she saw the very tops of the highest mountains of the Zipperback, the main mountain range on Outback. The sun was above that distant mountain range. It appeared to be mid-morning.
     There was only one building in New Darwin tall enough to see those mountain peaks. Victoria Tower stood over 500 stories tall and was a world unto itself. Built 30 years ago, the massive building was home to over 100,000 residents. Every conceivable function and need was provided in that building. Considering the view, Amber reasoned that she must in one of the top floors, if not the top floor. If that was true then the owner of this floor was...
     A decorated door opened. In stepped Benjamin Chou, businessman and civic leader. The man was almost two meters tall. He recently had his 140th birthday but due to prolong his body was still that of a 65 year-old man. His hair was cut very close to his head and his eyes were burdened by bags of skin. He walked over to Amber and gazed out of the window.
     "Beautiful, isn't it? This is the view that hard-earned money can give you." He turned to face Amber. "You will listen to what I have to say. Go take a seat." Amber did what he said, sitting on the bed with her legs underneath her. Chou used a plush chair that could've easily been at home in a museum.
     "I'll tell you the story of my family. Centuries ago back on Earth my ancestors lived and worked in a city called Hong Kong. In those days the British ran Hong Kong as a colony and in time it became very wealthy. However, not everyone prospered. My ancestor, Lu Chou, was having trouble paying his taxes. The authorities evicted him for non-payment and took his house and possessions. He died a poor man. His sons had to steal food to eat and clothes to wear. In time the sons rebuilt the family fortune. When they became more affluent they still stole, but only as a reminder to themselves on what it took for them to survive. It became a tradition in the family. Before a son could be considered worthy to inherited the family business he had to perform a robbery. I did it when I was 15."
     Amber quickly made the connection. "That's stupid. How many boys died trying to fulfill that family obligation?"
     Chou's face was set in granite. "Nine, included my great-grandson that you killed yesterday. I had one of my men follow Nathan, just in case he needed help. He saw what you did and carried you and his body back here."
     It was like a punch to the stomach. Amber wanted to say it was in self-defense: that the boy fired first. But Chou appeared to have made up his mind already.
     "I should've killed you in return. Blood for blood. Instead I have a more personal revenge to place on you. To me you are a doll, a child in a uniform of an adult. You used that uniform as a shield when you killed my precious boy. I have denied you that shield. My doctor has removed your locator chip and replaced your birth-control implant with a generic one."
     Wanting to prove him wrong Amber checked both her arms. On both there were barely perceptible lines. She felt the skin and tissue. The birth-control implant was there but her locator chip was gone.
     "Your locator chip is now in a sealed lead box. Your fellow police officers won't find you."
     "Like hell!" Amber replied. "The police will tear this city apart. Even the mob knows what will happen to them if they kidnap and kill a cop."
     Chou's face made Amber nervous. He was too sure of himself. "Oh, but what if the police know that you're dead and have your body? Or at least part of it. My doctor is now making a nanite-built clone. It will duplicate your body in every way, right down to the bumps on your head and callouses on your feet. Not that they will be needed. When it is done your locator chip and original birth-control implant will be placed into it. The body will be dressed in your police clothes and set afire at some suitably abandoned warehouse. Enough bone, flesh, and blood will remain to identify your body. Those implants will further prove that it was your body."
     Amber wanted to vomit. Already he considered her as an object, submitting to his will. Mr Chou walked to the tiny woman. Amber grabbed a pillow and threw it at the large man. He easily brushed aside the impromptu missile. When he got closer Amber went on the attack. Her blows might as well have landed in empty space. Chou was completely unfazed by the attacks. He grabbed her arms and pulled up. She continued to kick. It was futile. Chou looked into her eyes and she wilted like a spider in a flame. His next words hit her like bricks.
     "Listen to me, child. Your body will pay the price of my boy's death. It will service and pleasure me and my remaining great-grandson."
     Amber was still struggling. All the more she wanted to escape. Her soul told her it was possible, but her mind said it wasn't. Chou looked at the woman in front of him and spoke three simple words that froze her heart.
     "I own you."
 

3

Lynnae was talking to Valerie Kou, the head of the missing persons department. Her agents were running down every lead they had to find Amber. Unless Amber was shielded by really thick lead then the locator chip should've let her be found by now. Or her body.
     Lynnae was pounding the nails into her cross all to easily. Losing a friend like Amber was worse than getting a gut shot. Going back to that day Lynnae remember how Amber reacted upon hearing that she was going on patrol. Those brown, bright eyes were haunting Lynnae now. Her fellow officers were also affected by Amber's disappearance. They missed that commanding voice over the radio. Her smile, charm, and laughter were gone from their lives. June and Paul tried their best to consul Lynnae, but she locked herself tight to her self-loathing.
     Valerie brought Lynnae back to the real world. "It has been only two days, Lyn. There's still a good chance to find her. Don't crucify yourself. I don't want to find another cop missing."
     Lynnae made a weak smile at that attempted joke. "I guess you're right. I couldn't make your people work any harder if I stood over them with a whip."
     Valerie squeezed Lynnae's shoulder. "I'll get you something to drink. Being this stressful will make you sick." The two cops went down to the cafeteria. Lynnae tried to let the soft drink do its work.

Amber guessed that at least eight days must have passed. During that time Chou's doctor had finished the clone. She had the surreal horror of seeing the finished work. It was indeed a perfect copy of her body, right down to the tiny scar on the left ear. The doctor had even pierced the ears the same way. Amber had broken her left arm as a child. The doctor had duplicated the resulting hairline heal of that injury on the bone. The body was removed, leaving Amber to visualize the clone's demise. They're probably going to use chemicals that burn hot and long, she thought. There will be enough for forensics to positively i.d. the body and surviving uniform fragments as belonging to me.
     She didn't have time to think further on that subject. Chou's doctor was now working on her. He gave her a complete check-up. After some booster shots he shaved off her pubic hair and did a skin peel. The sensation from that was very uncomfortable. Next he immobilized her body. She could only breathe, hear and see. He next inserted some objects into her table-top flat chest. She had no idea what those objects were. Just then Chou entered the operating room. He eyed the little woman on the table. Amber could only see him with her peripheral vision but didn't want to see more of that monster.
     "Doctor, I have made my choices." Chou produced a piece of plastic that was the color of light chocolate. "Change her skin to this color. Her hair will be the color of a raven's wing. Her flesh is to be soft to the touch and free of callouses, save the feet. Her body will respond favorably to the touch of man. Also, disconnect her vocal cords. I don't want my doll to speak." After saying that Chou walked next to Amber. If she could she would've spat in his eye.
     Chou placed his hand on Amber's flat chest. She didn't feel a thing but Chou's face did show some pleasure. "You have already inserted the micropumps?"
     The doctor replied. "Yes Mr Chou. The nanites have been programmed to take the pumps into consideration when the build-up starts."
     Amber mentally cried. Micropumps mean only one thing. Chou was going to let her breasts get so big that micropumps would be needed to assist pumping blood into them. Otherwise her tiny heart would explode from the exertion.
     The doctor produced a hypo and applied it to Amber's neck. Chou was leaving the room. He came to a stop and turned. "Doctor, I just remembered. I don't like her eyes. Make them dark blue, like the sky at sunset."
     "As you desire, Mr Chou." The doctor motioned to his assistant, who wheeled over an innocent-looking piece of equipment. Another hypo was applied. Amber discovered that she could no longer blink or move her eyes. The doctor held her hand, trying to comfort her. He might as well be holding a mannequin's hand. The assistant positioned a tube over Amber's right eye. A smaller tube extended from the bottom. Then a very thin rod protruded from that tube. It got lower and lower.
     Then Amber remembered. The only way that nanites could fix eyes or change their color was by being inserted directly into them. Normally patients were unconscious, sparing them the primitive horror of imagining having an eye put out.
     Amber wasn't unconscious. "This will be over in no time. You won't feel a thing, my dear." The doctor was sincere, but Amber didn't hear that sincerity.
     Like hell I won't feel a thing! she thought to herself. With all her will she wanted to move out of the way. Her body was not hers to command. The thin rod was so close that she couldn't focus on it. There are no nerves in the cornea, but she imagined that she felt that rod pushing into it anyway. Her ears picked up the almost inaudible pop as the rod broke through.
     Only then did she scream inside.
 

4

Ten days after Amber's disappearance the police found her body. The locator chip gave the position as a warehouse on the outskirts of the city. With only a tiny hope did the police expect to find Amber alive. What they found instead was the charred remains of the missing police woman. Her badge, locator chip and birth-control implant were the only things untouched by the intense fire that consumed her body.
     Chief Talbert wanted to tell Lynnae and June personally about the discovery. The grapevine beat him to it. Lynnae was nowhere to be found. Talbert had June and Paul go to Lynnae's apartment. They found it in a state of chaos. In the center of that mess was Lynnae. She was still sobbing, her hands making and unmaking fists.
     June carefully sat next to Lynnae. She moved the smaller woman's head to her bosom. Lynnae cried only for a short time and stopped. June wished that she could take some of Lynnae's pain. But like everything else Lynnae kept her pain personal. The two cops sat on the floor for a long time.

5

Paul never expected that his trip to Lynnae's apartment would end up like this. He wanted to personally extend his condolences to his friend. One thing led to another. A few hours later had both of them in bed. Paul had been divorced for seven years and never expected to sleep with another woman. He was pleased to discover that his bed skill didn't desert him.
     Lynnae rolled over, her shapely bosom coming into view. Paul caressed one of those mounds and continued thinking. It was frowned upon for officers to have sex, much less date, with each other. It was June who put Paul up to seeing Lynnae the day after the funeral. He wondered if June knew that this would be the inevitable result. Judging by Lynnae's aggressive performance Paul could only guess that she was working out her grief.
     Well, she certainly worked it out on me, he thought. Paul had to crawl over his bed partner's body to retrieve his watch. It was 4:35 a.m. He got out of bed and headed for the shower. Lynnae woke up and spoke.
     "What is it?"
     Paul turned. "I'm due at the Jasperson stake-out at 6 a.m. I have time for a quick shower."
     Lynnae got up, her ample bosom gyrating at the sudden movement. "Do you feel up to having a shower partner?"
     Realizing that he was going to be late he decided to accept Lynnae's offer. He motioned her to join him in the shower. There was just enough soap left for the both of them.

It was six weeks after the funeral. Lynnae had the day off and was walking down one of New Darwin's main pedestrian walkways. She passed all kinds of shops, outdoor cafes, parks, and street theater platforms. It appeared to be near sunset, but that was due to the massive shadow cast by Victoria Tower. Indeed, the tower also served as a gigantic sundial. If one was in the Seabrook section and if the shadow was there then it was early morning. If the shadow was in Koala Park it was noon. By the time it was 6 pm the shadow had inched it way to Hyde's Hill. Lynnae had reached the top of that hill and was about to go home. Her minicomp beeped, telling her that she had a message.
     Looking at the tiny screen she saw it was a simple text message. It said that for a paltry 2.5 C-bills she could get a shoe shine that looked like it cost 10. Only one person in the city could make that claim. Sammy Shineboy had the best ear on the street. Even so Lynnae made it a point to use him sparingly, not wanting to become dependent on him as a source of information. She reasoned that Sammy only contacted her because he had some hot information. Looking at her shoes she decided that they really needed a shine. In under an hour she found him.

As Lynnae sat down in the seat Sammy set out some small black boxes. They looked like white and pink noise generators. Whatever Sammy was going to say had to be really hot for him to take that precaution. Lynnae felt Sammy put something under the tongue of her left shoe. He then proceeded with the shine.
     "Two days ago I had a young boy and his friend as customers. The boy was bragging about how he made sweet love to some girl that was twice his age. He claimed he had some trouble because the girl's breasts were so big that they interfered with his love making. She was also quite restless and scratched the boy up real good. His face still had some scratch marks on it." Sammy briefly made contact with Lynnae's eyes. "I have a request to make of you."
     That surprised the lady cop. She always suspected that Sammy was a closet romantic. He probably wanted Lynnae to track down this boy and punish him for forcing himself on that girl. She grunted an affirmative reply.
     "I guess I'm getting religion. At my age I have fewer days ahead than behind. When I go to meet my maker I want to do so with a clear conscious. I thought I didn't have a conscious, but I suppose that if an old coot like me could get one then there still has to be a God. All you need to know is written on the back of that photo I placed under the tongue of your shoe. That boy didn't realize he'd left that photo behind. Don't look at it until you get home."
     Sammy did one last buff. Pleased with his work he had Lynnae get up. "That will be 2.5 C-bills, milady." True to ritual Lynnae gave him ten C-bills instead.
     "Thank you. You're a generous lady." With that Sammy waited for his next customer. Lynnae walked back to her apartment and took off her shoes. She looked at the photo. In a moment she called June and Paul. She got their answering machines and left a simple message: come over to my place ASAP. Plan B.
     On that photo was the overdeveloped girl that Sammy described. Despite the skin, eye, and hair color and the oversized breasts, Lynnae recognized her.
     It was Amber.
 

6

It must be 6 pm, Amber reflected, because I can see this buildings' shadow on Hyde's Hill. Chou owned the entire 502nd floor, enabling Amber to look out at all of New Darwin. She remembered taking her exercise runs on that hill every other morning. She was remembering it now because in a week she wouldn't be able to do so.
     Amber continued to fight back each time Mr Chou and his great-grandson Ian had sex with her. They got tired of having bite marks and scratches on their skins. Mr Chou told the tiny woman that he would no longer tolerate her 'uncooperative attitude'. In a few days another surgery would be performed. Nanites would be placed in her brain to take away her memories. With her memories gone her resolve would be broken. She would become nothing more that a living pillow for Mr Chou.
     She touched her massive breasts. Each one was now the size of a watermelon and in four more weeks they would finally reach the size of large beanbags. Denied the dignity of clothes, she was allowed only to wear a simple panty. Her bedroom was kept at a warm temperature so she wouldn't shiver all the time. Amber did so anyway. She expected that Chou would keep her as his pillow of living flesh for several years and then give her to his successor. A living family heirloom.
     Amber walked back to her bedroom. Even with the micropumps and the floor's gravity set at 75% normal she had to be careful. Moving too quickly still caused her to black out. She got to her bed. In a few minutes she cried herself to sleep.

The three cops around the table could've easily been mistaken for three hoods planning a crime. June and Paul shared Lynnae's anger. A certain Mr Chou and his great-grandson were going to be in for a surprise.
     The next day Paul put in a request to get information on Ian Chou, Mr Chou's great-grandson. The Chou family did have some connections to the mob and Paul cobbled up a fake request to see Ian's rap sheet. The police had kept an eye on Ian to see what he was up to and who he spoke with. Paul knew he could get into a shitload of trouble for that fake request but he took Plan B to heart. It was easier to get forgiveness than permission. If he and his two friends can pull it off then that forgiveness will come readily.
     Lynnae and June were down at the Quartermaster's office. The duo also had a fake request to acquire some disguises. They now knew that Ian Chou frequented the Box, New Darwin's red-light district. The duo were going to dress up as ladies of the night and make sure that Ian would choose them as his bed partners.
     After getting the dresses (if one could call them that) the duo then went to the Armory. Another fake request got them two compact, virtually undetectable particle guns. A particle gun was pure power. At the lowest setting it could still cause a nasty burn to exposed flesh. At the highest setting it could blow a hole through three people back-to-front. In two hours it was dark. The duo were at the Box and waited for Ian Chou to make his appearance.
 

7

Ian Chou was feeling chipper tonight. His great-granddad gave him an ample amount of money to find some 'companionship'. The lady cop would no longer be used for love play. Her breasts were too big and were interfering with his love making. Besides, in a few weeks the woman would finally reach her destined size and become a pillow. Ian could hardly wait for that to happen. For now he had to use a street lady to satisfy his needs.
     Later that evening he found two rather shapely and endowed women in the Box. Their ample charms and practically naked bodies cried out to him. He had the money; he took both of them. It would be his first time with two women in one night. Great-granddad would be pleased.

Lynnae eyed Ian with hidden disgust. It was this boy that she saw all those weeks ago at the robbery site. This little pervert is a miniature version of his great-granddad. I'll see to it that he serves the prison time that his old man can't finish! Lynnae thought.
     Somewhere out there was Paul, watching the duo as they went into Victoria Tower. When the two women reached the top floor Paul was to call Chief Talbert, requesting immediate assistance and telling him everything. If the duo failed Amber still had the chance of rescue. Paul prayed that she'd be freed in the first attempt.

The elevator door opened. Ian led his charges towards the massive and highly decorated doors that led to the Chou residence. Images of Shen-t'u and Yu-lei, two Chinese door gods, were on either side of the entrance. June wasn't impressed. Her mind made an observation. If those two gods did their job then that asshole Chou would've been kept out. Amber is behind those doors and is suffering as a result of those gods' inattentiveness.
     A security desk and four guards were next to those two massive doors. One of them was eyeing Ian's new bed partners. "Ian, you outdid yourself. Honorable Chou must've given you a king's ransom to obtain these two beauties." The guard tried to pat June's behind but she brushed his hand back.
     "Wait your turn and have your money ready. Our man here has first dibs," said June as she placed her hands on Ian's shoulders. The four guards laughed in response. June smiled on the outside but inside she was willing daggers into those guards. One guard was holding a portable scanner in his hand. He checked the purses of the two women and found nothing suspicious. He motioned to another guard to open the doors. Those doors opened and Ian pulled his two bed partners behind him.
     Had the guard done an eyeball search he would've found that the purses had two oddly shaped bottles in each of them. It would take only a few seconds to convert them into the compact particle guns that Lynnae and June acquired earlier. Ian led the two women to his room. He started to undress and indicated that the women should do the same. Seeing that they weren't doing so he started to speak. He got a gun in the face instead.
     "Your life is dependent on following our commands, boy." Lynnae's eyes were filled with fire as she spoke. "Tell the guards that you are not to be disturbed. If you as so much as look like yelling then I'll silence you forever."
     June joined in. "I suggest that you do what she says. However, I'll remove your manhood first before she shoots you." June's evil grin could've melted a bathtub of ice. This was the first time Lynnae and June employed the 'bad cop, worse cop' routine and they were enjoying themselves. The helpless lad did what they said. After he told them where Amber was the duo knocked him out and tied him up. After June assembled her gun the two cops went to get Amber.

Mr Chou moved his head, a head that was between Amber's breasts. She could only moan with pleasure as her nerves told her brain to feel wonderful. In addition to having her memories taken away in a few days her own ability to feel pleasure would go as well. What use is a living pillow that keeps moaning all the time when you touch it? She would, in fact, feel nothing. A doll does not need feelings, was what Chou told her, so she certainly wouldn't miss them when they were taken away.
     Amber heard a knock at the door. It was probably Ian going to ask his great-granddad permission to use Amber tonight as a pillow. The door opened of its own volition. It wasn't Ian behind that door.

Mr Chou saw two endowed women at the door. It was probably some trade. Ian with the living pillow for tonight in exchange for these two beauties. His arousal was cut short as both women aimed compact guns at his chest and groin respectively.
     "Don't say a word, asshole. We're with the New Darwin Police. Raise your hands and get up slowly. NOW!" Lynnae spoke those words like brimstone, burning Mr Chou's ears. He did what Lynnae said. The two cops saw their little friend. Had she not been present they would've plugged Chou right there and then.
     Tears were competing with anger in Lynnae's eyes. Her relief at seeing her friend alive conflicted with what Mr Chou did to her. Lynnae was still fixated on Mr Chou. There was a commotion coming from behind the cops. Apparently the guards had found Ian tied up and were coming to tell Mr Chou. June felled the first guard with her gun.
     Taking this sudden change to his advantage Mr Chou grabbed Amber and wrapped his hand around her throat. He also produced a small gun. A small flap of skin was exposed on his leg, indicating that he got that gun from a flesh holster. While June continued her gun battle against the guards Lynnae was keeping her gun trained on Mr Chou. That man was making his way to another door, pulling Amber along with him.
     "Its no use, cop. Either way I win. You and your friend will die and all of this will be chalked up as police vigilantism. Do yourself a favor and make your death look like a suicide."
     Lynnae's face went white-hot. She aimed her gun at Chou's face. However she didn't fire in fear that she might hit Amber. Chou was under no such restriction. His shot hit Lynnae in the shoulder and she fell to the floor. Blood was spurting out of her wound.
     Amber experienced a feeling that she never expected to have again. Rage. Rage in seeing a cop, a friend, go down. Her insides went critical. Her baser self took over.
     Chou didn't expect his pillow to fight back. An adrenalin-enhanced elbow mashed into his stomach. He let go of Amber and staggered back in pain. She didn't let up. She attacked again and again, her feet striking Chou's legs and stomach; her hands against his kidneys. He fought back, and Amber would be looking forward to having massive bruises and even hematomas on her breasts. But that would happen later.
     If anything Amber intensified her attack. The big man was utterly powerless to stop this tiny woman, a hurricane of energy. Lynnae tried to stop Chou, firing several shots. They missed him and hit the transparent clearsteel wall instead. The holes allowed the air pressure in the room to equalize with that of the outside air. Amber didn't notice.
     Lynnae yelled out, trying to get Amber to stop. Those pleas fell on deaf ears. Amber, breasts heaving, was pushing Chou back towards that weakened section of clearsteel wall. In one final kick Chou tumbled backwards into the wall. The clearsteel failed and he fell 502 stories to his death.
     June had taken care of the initial set of guards. She came in the room and went for the open section of wall. Carefully peering down she saw a multitude of red-and-blue police lights. She stepped back and looked at Amber. She was on her knees, breathing deeply.
     Lynnae got by Amber's side. The tiny woman tried to say something, but an ugly sound came out of her throat instead of that strong, commanding voice that Lynnae knew and loved. They hugged each other and cried. June went back to the door, keeping an eye out for more of Mr Chou's goons. Hopefully the police and rescue squad would get there first.
 

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Chief Talbert eyed the three cops in front of him. Lynnae had a smart bandage applied to her shoulder wound. Talbert was glad that was the extent of Lynnae's injuries. After a pause Talbert spoke. "Let me say that I'm impressed by the initiative you three displayed yesterday. Your collective guardian angel must be tired after looking out for you three." Lynnae, June, and Paul allowed themselves a small smile. Talbert allowed his face to smile also, but his eyes were hard.
     "Then there's the fake request forms you three made in order to get materials needed for your little bit of vigilantism." The officers cringed at Talbert's use of that last word. He was, of course, correct. "Any one of those requests will have placed you three on suspension for three months without pay. With three you're looking at dismissal from the force. What am I going to do about that?"
     The officers didn't volunteer an answer. Talbert then looked like a principal disciplining a group of unruly children. He got a pen and wrote his signature on each of those fake requests. "There, now I'm your partner in crime. If anyone asks I had you three placed on a special assignment, outside the normal chain of command. Say that I was concerned about a security leak and only gave out information on a need-to-know basis."
     It was a great concession. If anyone found out it would be Talbert's, not the three officers' fault. He would be the one cashiered if a scapegoat was needed. The trio were about to speak their thanks but Talbert raised a hand to forestall them. "Don't get me wrong. I don't tolerate vigilantism. And I sure don't tolerate cops with bloodlust. Lynnae and June, you two had the choice to take in non-lethal weapons that could've done the job just as well as those particle guns. You two chose them right off the bat. If you two so much use a fly-swatter without my permission I'll have your badges. Comprende?"
     The two female officers nodded in agreement. "Of course the rest of the force will tar and feather me if I do that. And the media loves all three of you. Wouldn't look good to break the three heroes who saved a fellow officer, now is it?" A devilish twinkle was in the Chief's eye. Only now did the trio felt at ease. "You three get washed up and into your dress blues. The press conference is in two hours. I don't want the people we serve to see two of New Darwin's finest in little more than kleenex and glitterspray."
     Lynnae and June smirked in unison. They were still in those street lady garments. What needed to be covered was covered but little else was. The duo headed for the locker rooms, taking the wolf whistles in stride.

It was now four months since Amber was rescued. Her body was easily fixed. Skin, hair, and eyes were changed back to normal. Her breasts were greatly reduced in size and no longer dominated, but instead complemented, her small frame. Lynnae reasoned that Amber wanted some physical reminder of her ordeal, like some kind of scar that could be shown to others and told as a story. The physical therapists were not quite done with her. Chou had been rather rough on the night he deflowered Amber. Lynnae was glad that Amber was still able to have children; provided that her psyche could handle that possibility. The head people said that her mind would heal in time, but there would always be some lasting after effects of her ordeal, mainly in the form of nightmares and perhaps some quirks. Her vocal cords were fixed and after they healed sufficiently she learned to talk again. Lynnae hoped that something of Amber would still be there for her to recognize.
     Amber knew that her return to duty would be a media circus. The Commissioner and Chief Talbert agreed. So one week before her supposed return she showed up unannounced at her old station. Her fellow officers quietly but supportively welcomed her back. She just nodded her replies. She put on her new uniform. Her badge was a little worse for wear; it had survived the fire that consumed her clone body. She pinned it to her work shirt. The normal background chatter dropped only slightly as she walked her back to her old duty station: central dispatch. Sitting at her favorite terminal she put on her headset and activated the controls.
     Her fellow dispatchers only stole fleeting looks at Amber, not wanting to be intrusive. They noticed that she touched her control panel and screens, like she was making sure that they were real. She brought up her daily assignment list and found her sector of responsibility. After a few minutes she noticed two patrol cars, 12 and 54, were definitely violating the proper usage of the radio. The officers in those two cars spoke about what they had for dinner last night, what was on the tri-dee movie channels, the usual light banter. For those who knew her when Amber tapped her left index finger on a panel it signified that she was irritated. She brought up both car 12 and 54 on her frequency.
     "Cars 12 and 54. Both of you are violating radio usage procedure. Continued to do so and I will write both of you up and notify the watch commander." It was the Amber that everyone knew who spoke: strong and commanding. All of her fellow dispatchers' smiles went unseen by her.
     "10-400 (Holy Shit)! How did my mother get on this frequency?" Car 12's driver just got written up. Not wanting to be left out Car 54's driver spoke also. "10-400 times 2! I wanna see Sgt Jarvis also. He lost the bet and now owes me lunch."
     Amber punched up the officers in those two cars, getting their names and badge numbers. In car 54 it was Lynnae Wilcox, badge number 457. In car 12 it was June Parlor, badge number 804. Amber didn't believe in coincidences. She check who was the watch commander. It was none other that one Sgt. Paul Jarvis, badge number 585. She logged her report and closed the file. Then she heard the first clap.
     One after another all the other dispatchers clapped hands, the sound level rising higher and higher. It seemed like whole station house was applauding. Lynnae and June chimed in unison over Amber's headset. "Welcome back, hon."
     Amber's fellow dispatchers lifted her up out of the chair, tossing and catching her body. Overcome with emotion, Amber began to cry. Her tears were those of joy.
She was home.

[End Credits. Still shots from the episode are shown. Wakacha-wakacha-wakacha plays. Credits end with the duo in an action pose. Fade to black...]
 

[Epilogue]

Rose closed the story file. She looked at Quinn, now sitting next to her. "Sounded like you wrote quite a bit about yourself in this Amber character. Was it some kind of cartharsis for you?"
     Quinn nodded in agreement. "It was something I wanted to do for all these years. I feel now that I can get rid of that nightmare once and for all."
     Rose held Quinn's hand and gave a supportive squeeze. "That story also had some of me in it also. In my nightmares I was being suffocated by my breasts and relived the act where Alan shot off my hand." Rose raised her left hand for Quinn to see. "It took me a long time to realize I really had a left hand. I was always checking to make sure it was there."
     Quinn got up and pulled Rose out of her chair. "I think that's enough past memories for now. I'm hungry for some ice cream. My treat."
     "That's good. I left my card back at home." With that Rose and Quinn went out to get some ice cream. Ten minutes later the file pad auto-saved the story file and shut itself off.

[side-note: the actress portraying the role of Amber won the Weltzer's Award for the best supporting actress in a tri-dee drama show.]
 
 

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