The Wetworks

Chapter 1: Carissa, Part 1

The timer continued to count down. The people who had built the bomb were pros. No trace of shoddy wiring, three separate triggers, and a state of the art digital timer. My last two attempts to defuse the bomb had failed, and there was less then twenty seconds left on the timer. Most bomb technicians would probably be running away by now, but not me. If it exploded, it would take me with it.

The thought of impending death didn't distract me as I attached a micro computer to the bomb and made one more attempt to override the timer...

There was a beep from the computer, and the bomb's timer deactivated. I had succeeded. My success resulted in more then a hundred lives being saved, my own included. Apart from a mild sense of relief, I felt no emotion. It was just another mission that I had successfully completed.

My name is Carissa. If I have a last name, I don't remember it. I am an agent working for a group simply called "The Wetworks". I am expertly trained in bomb deactivation and disposal. I began working for the wetworks less then a year ago. In that time, I have defused or disposed of more then 30 bombs.

I was congratulated by a few of my fellow agents, then we got onto a bus that had been arranged for us, and headed for the airport. Now that the mission was over, my emotions came back. I felt very relieved and proud. not only had I saved many lives, I had prevented a lot of damage and chaos, and I foiled the sons of bitches who had planted the bomb. Wetworks agents would find the people who had built it. These people wouldn't be going to jail, nor would they be executed. However, after the wetworks got done with them, they would never create another bomb...

We arrived at the airport and got into the plane that was waiting for us. I saw Dominic and smiled at him. He smiled back at me.

"Good job, Flower girl." he said.

I nodded and sat in the seat next to him. "Flower girl" is the nickname he gave me, because in my spare time I grow and make things out of flowers. I put my arm around him as the plane began to take off.

I'm part of a trio of special agents in the wetworks. There's me, Chloe, and Zana. All three of us have a person called an "owner". Dominic is my owner, and I'm pretty happy that he is. He was also one of the people who helped rescue us... He's very nice to me, but sometimes he can be a bit distant...

I don't remember all the details of my past, but I'm sure I remember more then Chloe and Zana do. Some of my past comes to me in dreams, and sometimes I'll see something like a piece of rope or chain, and a memory will resurface. I know that all three of us used to be sex slaves. I remember having sex alongside Chloe and Zana, and sometimes I was forced to have sex with Chloe. Far as I know, Chloe doesn't remember any of that, and I'm glad she doesn't. I don't think we'd be friends if she remembered...

After a very short flight to a public airport, and a short ride in the back of a sedan, me and Dominic arrived at a plain looking one story building, located in the downtown area of a large city. This building looks like and functions like a TV repair shop. Various people's TV's do actually get repaired here. The average person would go in, drop off their TV, and meet the friendly staff, never knowing that they were wetworks agents. We entered the building, and after making sure there were no customers, we went into the back of the shop.

In the back of this building is a door that's hidden in the wall. Behind this door is a small elevator. This elevator is one of the entrances into the wetworks' headquarters. It's a vast underground complex. I can't describe all of what's in here, partly because it would take too long. I can say that it's certainly a big place.

While Dominic tended to some business related to the mission I had just completed, I went 9 floors down to one of the living and recreation areas. Me, Chloe, and Zana have this area to ourselves. There are our quarters, which are much like apartments, a gym where we exercise and play sports games with some of the other wetworks agents, an Olympic sized swimming pool, and a room that we fondly call the garden room. The garden room is lit by an artificial sun. Like the real sun, it rises and sets each day. This is my favorite room. Me and Chloe use it the most. While I plant flowers, Chloe plants things that can be eaten. She loves to cook, and she's very good at it.

I went into the garden room and picked some flowers to make a small flower bracelet out of. On the way to my quarters, I ran into a small Chinese woman.

"Hi Zana." I said.

"Hi Carissa! I heard about that bomb you defused. Was it really just seconds away from going boom?" she asked.

"Yes. 14 seconds to be exact." I replied.

"Wow. If that thing had gone off..."

"If it did, I wouldn't be here talking to you. There was enough high explosives packed into that thing to blast through a good 20 feet of concrete." I said.

"Wow..." she replied. Then she turned away and walked off.

I entered my quarters and sat down at a table to begin work on my bracelet. As I weaved the stems into the shape of the bracelet, I thought about Zana. Out of the three of us, she was the weirdest. I don't think she really wanted to be rescued... She has a female owner, and from what I've heard, they get up to some really kinky things. Back when the three of us were sex slaves, Zana had a really thick Chinese accent and loved to hurt herself, but after we were rescued and reprogrammed, her accent almost completely disappeared. She's still likes to hurt herself though...

I finished the bracelet and set it on another table to dry. Flower bracelets are very beautiful, though they don't last very long. I picked up another one that had finished drying and put it on. Once it was around my wrist, I relaxed a bit. I was just a normal girl now. I didn't have to think about high explosives and timed detonators anymore. I laid down on the couch and opened up a book I had been reading. I was waiting for Dominic. Tonight was the night. I was gonna go for it...

He arrived a short while later to check up on me. As soon as I saw him, I began to become aroused. I told him that I was fine, then I got up and began to slowly walk over to him.

"Actually... there is one thing I'd like..." I took my shirt off to give him a hint.

"Are you too warm? I can lower the temperature if you want." he said.

I walked up to him and put an arm around him, pressing my breasts against his side. I used my other hand to undo my bra.

"I'm just starting to get warm." I said in the most seductive voice I could manage.

"Umm... look I really need to go. I have some business to tend to." he said.

He moved away from me rather quickly and was out the door in a couple seconds. I didn't say anything, nor did I try to stop him. I stood there for a few moments, then went back over to the couch and sat down. I looked down at my stomach. Some of my old scars looked back at me. They were faint now and hard to see, but they were still there. They were reminders of my past...

I grabbed my book and started reading it again. I wasn't upset or angry at Dominic. He's a nice person... Too nice in fact. I've tried to be intimate with him before, but that's when he becomes distant... I think he's afraid that I'd be hurt or uncomfortable if we made love... My hand made its way to my pants and undid them. It slipped inside, and I began to stimulate myself... I know he loves me. I can sense it when we're together. I love him too... I want him so much...

I felt myself on the verge of release... I let out a soft moan as I came... Then right after that happened, my mind shut down and I drifted off to nowhere...