; ; "That's it," the tall man replied, rubbing the head of a stacked ; brunette that was sucking on his cock and tethered to an unseen leg of ; his desk. She'd been trained to be silent--and her I-toy covered her ; lower body and abdomen like a corset. I could see something kneading ; her breasts occasionally and tried not to be sick.
; ; He continued with a compliment: "You're a smart one--and you're quite ; good. Every time I upgrade the systems to stop you, you find a way to ; get to me. So, I want to put you on the payroll."
; ; "Fuck you," I spat, little globs of spittle floating toward the man ; and the Meat that was doing her duty, mindlessly.
; ; "You said that the last two times," he said, his face darkened, his ; shadow backlit by the slowly moving Earth. "And it's such a pain in ; the ass to keep reprotocoling your memory." And, aside, "A little ; slower, Cutie."
; ; "You knew I'd say that, prick? You're fucking bluffing." I said, ; trying to sound strong. I felt like I was going to vomit--but that ; could have been the zero gee.
; ; "Hommard," he said, smoothly, repositioning himself to give the ; brunette better access, "I'm trying to give you options. I mean, this ; is the third time we've caught you here and, frankly, I'm sick of ; throwing you back. You'd be a great fuck--and I could just take your ; ass--but business comes first. Plenty of ass out there."
; ; I squinted, trying to make out his face, make out some feature in the ; dim light of the room. He wasn't going to piss me off any worse than I ; already was.
; ; "It's a lot of work," he said, leaning back in his chair, "to make ; every person you contact in your repeated quest forget you've involved ; them."
; ; "I'm sure," I said, playing along--for time, I guess. "So what's the ; benefit to me if I work for you and help to move your evil fucking ; scheme forward."
; ; "Well, you don't become Meat. And you don't become dead. And you'll ; get paid royally--and have perks like all the young pussy you could ; ever want. I've read your dossier, I know you like them young." Aside, ; again, he said, "Cutie, enough. Go to your room."
; ; She floated past me after kicking off of the perspex window and exited ; silently. Her smile was horrible--but her body was worse. The I-toys ; apparently grew into the body, slimming it, molding it, like kudzu ; creeping up a landing mast. I had figured there was more to it--and it ; was far more invasive that I'd guessed.
; ; What a sick fuck.
; ; "Or, I guess we can just use the newest generation of I-toy on your ; friend Gurney and add him to the staff--in Freetown. Call him Rimjob ; or something droll like that. And erase that portion of your ; memory. We've done so much of that that I don't know how selective it ; will be this time round, which is sad." He sounded genuinely ; concerned--but he quickly switched back to prick mode.
; ; "And we've already added Gennaro to the staff--she's a great fuck, I ; assure you--so that's not a problem. She liked what the I-toy did to ; her."
; ; I remained cool. I knew something had been up with Gennaro's lack of ; full disclosure. And why she'd looked so hot.
; ; "And," he said, "Dross obviously won't be any problem. Nor, I believe, ; Susan?"
; ; He sure wouldn't be--not with his cock in his throat. I wondered when ; they'd upgrade him so he could fuck his own ass. But Susan I felt a ; twinge of guilt about. Hell, I felt so guilty about not stopping what ; was happening--I'll admit I got off a little on the three girls ; restraining her--that I'd fucked up my very chance to ; survive. Royally.
; ; "Well, it's ugly." He sighed, getting bored. Probably because his cock ; wasn't in a warm, moist mouth. That's what this was all about, after ; all. "Our operation extends globally and orbitally now. We're adding ; about ten thousand new players a day."
; ; "You mean," I said, bitter, "you're stealing about ten thousand lives ; a day. Don't even rationalize it."
; ; "Oh," he said, "I won't. It's fucking sick. But if you were in charge ; you'd be happy with the daily take--soon I'll control anyone I could ; ever want, hassle-free. That's straightforward. You'd do it, if you ; could. The whole planet will breed just for me. My private stock. But ; you've heard all of this before."
; ; I didn't know that he was wrong--about the power, about hearing it ; before. I did know that I probably wanted to kill him just as badly ; last time as this time.
; ; But I wasn't in that position.
; ; "In fact, I don't know why I tolerate you." He mused, his voice ; growing a bit deep, "maybe I just want to ensure there's some ; resistance to my initiatives. A little sport."
; ; "Fuck your sport. And fuck you." I said, grabbing my right tit and ; squeezing it--hard enough that it hurt. For a moment, he paused.
; ; Silence, except for the filtration systems--that was a good thing.
; ; "What is your name," I asked, firmly.
; ; "Timory," he said, slightly vacant.
; ; "Timory, listen closely." I said, commanding.
; ; "Yes," he replied, like clockwork.
; ; "Tell the shadow to stand down." I said.
; ; "Beth," he said off into the corner of the room, "safe." There was a ; slight rustling sound--I figured that the shadow had crouched down, ; awaiting another command.
; ; I looked at his dark outline. The pole had moved several glowing feet ; to the right against the backdrop of space, behind him.
; ; "You're going to let me go--give me safe passage off the ; PleasureZone. Do you understand?" I intoned.
; ; "Yes." He said.
; ; "And you're going to let Gurney go, too. Unharmed. He's leaving with ; me. Comply."
; ; "Yes," he said, again.
; ; "You're going to lose my file--and Gurney's. Does anyone else know ; that I'm being used to test your security?"
; ; "No," he said.
; ; "Good. When we leave the PleasureZone you're going to forget we were ; here--and forget we exist. It will be like nothing happened. Got it?" ; I said, twisting my tit a smidge to the left.
; ; "Yes," he said, vacantly.
; ; "Wonderful. Now, you're going to help me. Do everything I say--aren't ; you?"
; ; "Yes." He said again.
; ; "Show me where the I-toys were designed," I barked, in control, "and ; where they're controlled from--after you get me an external Neuron ; with a longer battery life."
; ; My tit hurt from squeezing it--it was still sore from the surgery that ; had been worth draining Dross's account.
; ; End of Part 11 ; [1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 ; 12 ; 13] ; ;