; ; He was actually cute--forty-something, going a little bald, muscular, ; well-dressed, deep hazel-colored eyes, good teeth.
; ; But I'd probably kill him at the first convenient opportunity.
; ; "So this is the fucker that's been causing all of the trouble?" Gurney ; said, looking Timory up-and-down.
; ; "Yep," I said.
; ; "Now what?" Gurney asked.
; ; "I deal with the I-toy manufacturing, we get home, and then I deal ; with you," I said firmly.
; ; "Be nice," Gurney said, "I got you where you needed to be."
; ; "And you almost ended up sucking your own cock--didn't I warn you?" I ; punched him in the chest.
; ; "Yeah, you did," he said, "but I never listen to pussy like you." He ; grinned.
; ; I let it go and instead held the industrial-grade Neuron firmly and ; told Timory: "Take us to the control area for the I-toys. Now."
; ; Timory quietly said, "yes," and moved forward down the zero gee tube, ; which opened into another large area where blocks of glistening ; machinery was restrained by long, thin, silver wire in the center of ; the space. It was truly astounding--seamless panels circumscribed the ; surfaces of numbered cubes, all interlocked and pervaded by a general ; low humming. About every half a minute, a folded I-toy was spit out of ; a cube near the apparent bottom of the ogave-shaped space and sped ; across the void into a small hole in the axis of the sphere's bottom.
; ; "Timory, where do those I-toys go?" I asked.
; ; "Down into the PleasureZone. To staff who distribute them in pairs to ; selected visitors." He said. That was slightly puzzling--jangling a ; continuity bell. I had thought they abducted people and processed them ; in the large cylinder--but that wasn't jiving with what he had just ; said and actually made sense. Why abduct when you can just introduce?
; ; "Timory, what's the area where Gurney and the girl were kept?" I said.
; ; "That's the holding area. For special testing." He replied.
; ; "Special testing? Tell me more." I said.
; ; "We develop new breeds of shadow and move the Integrated Tool to new ; phases. For example, we're currently developing Integrated Tool Z," he ; droned.
; ; It made sense--before the I-Toy, there was an I-Tox. Probably ; primitive, but not really.
; ; "We're trying," he said, "to develop seamless command and control. The ; betas are promising. Less externalization--more modifications to ; sexual organs and genetic structure."
; ; I looked over at Gurney--he was smiling. And this was, again, bad.
; ; "Timory, did you have Gurney," I was watching Gurney closely now, ; edging away, "modified and lie about what you were going to do to him ; when we spoke?
; ; As Timory replied with a 'yes', Gurney jetted over to me and punched ; me hard, sending me spinning down past the I-toy cubes.
; ; I lost the Neuron somewhere in the blinding light from the pain in the ; way down.
; ; "Thank you, Gurney," Timory said, obviously pissed that I'd Neuroned ; him.
; ; "You're welcome," Gurney said, "sir."
; ; "Fuck!" Was all I could manage.
; ; "Well," Timory said across the long space of the white spherical area, ; "it would appear that you have surprised me once again. I'm wondering ; if you haven't pulled this trick before. After all, why would I let ; you go in the first place, memory reprotocoled or not?"
; ; He was smiling as he said to Gurney, "Please suck my cock--and make ; sure you get my balls, too." Gurney moved to Timory's shorts and ; pulled them down, reaching in to knead Timory's semi-flaccid member to ; life.
; ; He deep-throated the cock and I finally vomited--a stream of bile ; moving outward into the sphere from my hot mouth.
; ; "Seems to me you were willing to let all of this," he motioned to the ; sphere, "continue--as long as you didn't remember you'd found it. You ; obviously discovered the first--and second times--that you couldn't ; stop it. It would also explain why I've been so insistent lately that ; the I-toys cause as little pain as possible when they engage. And why ; I've cut back on research and development."
; ; Timory kicked over to a wall for stability, Gurney locked over his ; crotch, head bobbing up and down--I knew he was happy, finally. He'd ; found his angelic fix--forever.
; ; Funny what you notice when you're totally fucked: My vomit was ; gracefully arcing around in the dead space and sliding in a chain of ; pearly fluid toward a ventilation duct.
; ; "Well, this time, I think, I'm going to personally get you in an ; I-toy. And I'm having my goddamn CAT hardened--you probably suggested ; that I shouldn't after you got away with that implanted Neuron trick ; the first time. I can't afford the scrutiny if I'd have it ; removed--not yet, anyway--but I can't have tenacious people like you ; mucking with my mind. Ever. Again." He said, putting one hand on the ; back of Gurney's head, murmuring, "slower."
; ; I just watched Gurney, proud, fully heterosexual Gurney--an ; anachronism these days--sucking Timory's cock like he was born to ; it. I never should have brought him along--especially because I was ; almost sure that I loved him.
; ; "So," Timory said flippantly, the sportsman triumphant I suppose, "do ; I have Gurney come over there and rape the shit out of your ass until ; you're too weak to resist and come along quietly? Or do you want me to ; Neuron you so you'll come with me to my office? Your choice."
; ; "Fuck you, fuck you, fuck." It was lame, but all that I could manage.
; ; And it didn't help one bit, really, because minutes later Gurney's ; cock hurt badly when it rammed into my ass, forcing me against the ; padded wall of the giant sphere.
; ; It didn't get much better as I got weaker and was easily fucked--in ; the zero gee--right back toward Timory's office, my legs flailing, ; Gurney's hands on my pussy that was, in spite of itself, growing ; wet. A reaction I'd seen a hundred times with the CAT IUs--wetness and ; arousal in the face of sexual torment--but never understood.
; ; At least I could feel it, I knew it was wrong--evil, in fact.
; ; I was proud that I didn't give Timory the satisfaction of a ; scream--and I didn't try to grab any of the hatchways that were within ; reach when we passed through.
; ; I was on a fucking station--I wasn't going anywhere anyway.
; ; But as long as I was alive and wasn't Meat, I'd have a chance to kill ; or maim Timory--and that kept me going when Gurney's modified cock ; grew inside me, became thicker and longer than it should have ; been. Genetic tampering, no doubt.
; ; But then everything went dark as I felt a wave of discomfort from a ; Neuron blast spreading out from my neck to fill my skull and douse my ; consciousness.
; ; Suddenly, there was no pain.
; ; End of Part 12 ; [1 ; 2 ; 3 ; 4 ; 5 ; 6 ; 7 ; 8 ; 9 ; 10 ; 11 ; 12 ; 13] ; ;