Jessica awoke.  She was naked under the bed coverings and she was in a 
strange room.  She remembered the attack from the night before and was 
certain someone had helped her or else she would not have survived.  She 
looked about and saw a chest of drawers, a closet, a bureau, and an open 
bathroom door.  There was also a sliding glass door, which she assumed 
led to a balcony.  There was a terry bathrobe across the foot of the bed.

Jessica got out of bed and put on the robe.  She crossed the room to the 
bureau, where there was a sticky note pasted onto the mirror.  The note 
read:

Hi, Jessica!  I hope you found the robe.  We had your undies laundered and put in the top 
drawer.  There are also some fresh clothes for you.  Feel free to use the bathroom or come 
down and have breakfast with us. 
Kisses!
Cindy

Jessica checked the top drawer, and found her bra, panties, and a tan golf 
shirt and a pair of cutoffs that would fit.  The undies had been laundered.  
Then she looked at the picture on the top of the chest of drawers.

The picture showed a perky and petite blonde girl, with an almost perfect 
body, quite naked.  Two very large black men were embracing her.  She 
was leaning back into one, who, it appeared, was busily tweaking her 
nipples.  The other was sitting down, and appeared to have two fingers 
inside the girl.  The girl seemed to be enjoying herself.  Jessica softly 
smiled and wondered what she had gotten into.

Jessica turned and walked into the bathroom, flicking on the light.  The 
bath had a large tub and shower, complete with scented candles and jars 
of bath oils.  She undid the robe and took a good look at her injuries.  
There were some bruises on her ribs, both sides, and on her left thigh.  
There was also a nasty bruise under her left eye and over her right.  It 
appeared, however, that they had been treated expertly.  Jessica fastened 
the robe and left the bath to go downstairs.

As Jessica moved downstairs, she took a good note of her surroundings.  
The living room was large, with a big screen TV on the wall.  A black man 
was watching a news program as Jessica stepped off of the landing.

"Hi and good morning!" he said.  "I am Henry.  Cindy can get you some 
breakfast if you are hungry, and I guess you are, Jessica.  Jamal is busy 
keeping a watch on your apartment.  Relax, and enjoy!"

"Well," said Jessica, with a wry smile, "you have me at an advantage.  You 
seem to know a great deal about me.  And, of course, I know very little of 
you.  Perhaps we can get acquainted?"

Henry was one of the black men in the photo.  Before he could answer, the 
perky, petite blonde popped out of the kitchen and into the living room.  
She was wearing the shortest jean mini Jessica had ever seen, and a t-shirt 
that barely covered her breasts.  She was barefoot, and quite bouncy, 
much like a cheerleader.

"Hi," said the blonde.  "I am Cindy.  Welcome!  Tea, coffee, juice, fruit, 
eggs?  We have a lot here.  Let me know what you want."

"Just some juice, please," said Jessica.  "And a few pieces of fruit, if you 
have them."

"Coming right up!"

Cindy bounced off to the kitchen to get Jessica's food.  Jessica noted that 
she gave a glimpse of a white panty with every step she took.

"I know," said Henry, while guiding Jessica to a seat at the bar, "that you 
have a ton of questions.  We will answer them.  But right now, you have 
had quite a shock.  You need to relax.  You are very, very safe here.  No 
one can hurt you.  And I do believe that your enemies, Jessica, do not even 
know that you are here.  They are quite unsure of your location."

Cindy brought in a pitcher of tomato juice and a tray full of fresh fruit.  
She set it on the bar, and then hopped up onto a barstool.  She poured 
some juice for herself and smiled at Jessica.

"Listen, Jessica," said Cindy after a sip of juice, "we know who you are, 
and that you are a DNA altered female, trained and nurtured by 
Cybercorp.  We also know that you ran away, and that a hit squad was 
sent to get you.  They almost succeeded last night, outside of our club.  
But, Jessica, here you are safe.  Even if Cybercorp did know where you 
were hiding, they could not get in here.  Now, later today we will go 
clothes shopping.  I will answer as many of your questions as I can today.  
But relax, you are safe.  And, you may be able to help us."

Jessica was still playing the scene cautiously.  She took some juice and 
some fruit.

"Well, perhaps a bath.  And then, shopping, followed by questions."

Jessica finished her fruit and went back upstairs to the bathroom.  She 
started running the water and added one of the scented oils.  She took off 
her robe, and examined her bruises again.  There seemed to be nothing 
very seriously wrong.  When the tub was full, Jessica stepped into the 
warm soothing water.

Jessica relaxed in the tub and began to think of last night's attack by 
Cybercorp.  The hit team was fast, strong, and very experienced.  She 
should be dead by now.  But there was that strange woman who had 
come out of nowhere.  Jessica remembered very little about her, except 
that she had raven hair, straight and shoulder length, and that the woman 
moved with blinding speed.

Jessica remembered the woman's violent attack on the hit team.  She was 
quite certain the woman had taken some bullets, but they did not seem to 
slow her down at all.  She killed the first three assassins before they even 
had time to react.  The fourth, Jessica could swear, had put at least three 
bullets into the woman.  The woman charged him, and cleanly, with one 
move, broke his neck, killing him instantly.

The attack on the fifth team member was what intrigued Jessica.  The man 
had put two bullets into the woman, and she still did not slow.  But, as she 
grabbed his neck, she clamped down on it with her teeth.  It appeared the 
woman was a vampire, if there was such a creature.  Jessica saw the 
woman vigorously sucking on the man's neck, draining every drop of 
blood from his body.  Just before she passed out, she saw the deep beauty 
of the woman's face, her lips smeared with blood, as she smiled down.  
Then, there was oblivion, a dream, and an awakening in this strange 
house.

Jessica finished her bath, drained the tub, and went into the bedroom to 
dress.  She slipped into her bra and panty, and then tried on the shorts 
and golf shirt.  They fit reasonably well and were modest and 
unassuming.  She proceeded to go back downstairs.

Jessica walked into the kitchen and helped herself to some fruit.  If this 
were a prison, it was quite a nice one.  However, she did not, for some 
reason, feel ill at ease.  She wandered about the living room, noticing that 
there was luxury present, but not overly so.  She drifted slowly out to the 
patio and noticed a lovely pool and hot tub.  These people lived well!  
And then she worked her way over to the carport.
Jessica got a bit startled at what she saw.  Henry was in a convertible 
Mercedes, and leaning over the door was Cindy, kissing him.  It was a 
quite passionate and tongue-exchanging kiss.  As the two kissed, Henry 
had his hand in between Cindy's legs, teasing, playing, and tickling.  By 
the way Cindy's backside was squirming, it appeared she was quite 
enjoying herself. 

Jessica took a step to her right to get a better view.  She could see that 
Cindy's skirt, from the rear, was raised up above her bottom.  She could 
also see that Cindy had her legs spread, and was giving quite a show.  
Henry's left hand was working, not harshly, but actively, underneath the 
girl's white panty.

Jessica watched as Cindy's bottom twitched and wiggled, and Cindy 
began to breathe faster and faster.  It was quite clear the girl was 
approaching an orgasm.  Henry began to play a little faster, inserting two 
fingers and rubbing his thumb over Cindy's clitoris.  Cindy gasped, bent 
her knees, and her thighs began to quiver.  She had climaxed.

Jessica smiled; she enjoyed the little slut's show.

Henry played a bit more while Cindy continued to squirm and gasp.  And 
then he stopped teasing and left his hand rest over her mound.  He gave 
her nipples a tweak, started the car and drove off.  Jessica smiled.  The girl 
was a slut.

"Oh, sorry, Jessica," said Cindy, still twitching in a state of excitement.  
"We did not see you there.  Sorry, I apologize for our little play."

Jessica only smiled.  This was going to be some sort of experience.

"Why don't you, Cindy, change, so we can do our shopping?"
