Literotic asexstories – Double Jeopardy by Moxy Irish,Moxy Irish
DOUBLE JEOPARDY by Moxy Irish MMM/FF, machine/F. Futuristic spanking erotica. Spanking threats, discussion, fantasy, spanking, spanking w/implements, spanking by machine, D/s, sexuality, oral sexuality, anal sexuality, plot development
I’ve been mulling over aspects of this story idea for a while. I’ve always been afraid that I couldn’t write sci-fi into spanking erotica. I hope I pulled it off. If you like it let me know and more will be coming. This, like my other submissions is a *rough draft*. Like the others, several more parts will be written and it will be subject to editing and re-writes for illustrated print publication as a novel or novella this year. All characters are the property of Moxy Irish I hope you enjoy the story! Mox
I. Tuesday morning-4-17-2074
Captain Jake Navarro strode down the marble floored hall of the American section of the International Earth Planetary Alliance government building. His green eyes were hard as he moved towards the IEPA office that he was forced to visit twice a week. He hated the mandatory meetings with the civilian Director. The only positive thing about them was that she was easy on the eye. He glanced at his watch. It read 0830. He had been up for hours, not having slept after a night of surveillance, and he was dog tired.
He paused outside the large, ornate doors to the outer office and put on a tight smile, his sea-green gaze flicking over the gold embossed plaque on the door that read, “Samantha Waterson-American Director-IEPA”. He murmured to himself, “Let’s see what the bitch is going to do to me now…” and stepped inside.
The dark-haired Personal Assistant looked up from her desk and gave him a genuine smile, “Good morning Captain Navarro.”
Jake smiled at the sweet-natured woman who had always been friendly and professional to him, “Good morning, Mrs. Galviston. How are you today?”
She stood and gave him another smile, “I’m fine Captain. I’m afraid she is running late today. May I offer you coffee while you wait?”
Jake gritted his teeth but held onto the smile. Damn that woman. She always had an excuse to make him wait like a delivery boy. He checked his watch again, he needed to be at the International Embassy in an hour for a surveillance Op. “Yes, Mrs. Galviston, I’d appreciate it.”
The young woman disappeared into a side room and returned with a cup of steaming, black coffee. Jake murmured his thanks and sat down to wait.
Samantha sat in her inner office, gently twirling herself around in her chair. There was “nothing” she liked better than messing with the handsome Captain Navarro. Well there were a few things, but they fit in nicely with her bitchy behavior towards the Captain. She looked at the clock and sighed, putting on her shoes. It had been ten minutes. She knew that despite the fact that she treated him like an errand boy, he did have an important job as a Liaison between the pure military Interplanetary Peacekeeping Force and the civilian IEPA politicians who made it do their bidding. She touched her computer screen and sent a message to Julia, “Send him in.”
The double doors of her office clicked. She leaned back against the desk, her arms folded, an arrogant smile on her face.
Jake prowled through the door, nodding as he met her hazel gaze. He gave her the once over. She was impeccably dressed in an expensive black business suit, the hem of her skirt falling well above her knee as the current fashion dictated. Her dark gold hair had been cut into a jaw-length shaggy bob. He felt a twinge of disappointment, he had liked her long, golden waves. Her jewelry was minimal and tasteful. Her face was expertly made-up as always.
She had a pretty face, with large hazel eyes, full pink lips, and a nice jaw line. It was too bad that this woman was such a frigid bitch. She had a body and face that promised unspeakable pleasure to a man if she only had the personality to pull it off. Jake sighed inwardly, it was a damn shame good genes being wasted on nasty people.
He made his voice professionally polite as he greeted her, “Good Morning, Director Waterson. I see you’ve had your hair cut. It suits you.”
She moved around her desk and sat down, nodding to the chair in front of it and said cooly, “Captain.”
His green eyes flashed briefly as he processed the curt greeting. Apparently the Ice Queen was going to start immediately today. He sat and looked at her with a resigned anticipation.
Samantha regarded the man across from her. She had seen him twice a week since the middle of December, but he still made her stomach flutter. She knew he was an arrogant bastard, not that he was ever anything but maddeningly polite, but she had seen the look he would get in his eyes when she pushed him.
He was easily the most attractive man she had ever seen, with short raven black hair and green eyes the color of the Atlantic. His jaw line was strong, his hands were large, blunt nails clean, and his body. God. He looked great in a uniform. He was six feet two inches worth of solidly built true blue American Army Captain. And he was at her beck and call. She loved teasing him and ordering him around like a servant. Sometimes she would get a thrill when his green gaze would harden and blaze, but he kept his temper no matter what she threw at him. She hoped she would crack that cool exterior today.
She tossed a manila folder at him, “Captain Navarro, I’m extremely disappointed that the roster of additional personnel for the IEPA Formal Ball hasn’t been authorized yet.”
He looked at her blankly. She couldn’t be serious.
“Director Waterson, pardon me, but you have to be kidding. That ball is two months away and you gave me that list on Thursday. I told you before that it was not my job to do security checks on the hired help. I passed on that list to the Senior Security Officer. He has a team working on the list now. I’m sure you’ll get it soon.”
She glared at him, her voice sharp, “No I certainly am *not* kidding, Captain Navarro! I gave that list to *you*, not to the Security office. You know the guest list to this Ball! I consider every safety measure extremely important! Since the Peacekeepers will be providing security for the Ball, I expect the Senior Liaison to take an interest! I expected you to go through that list yourself!”
Jake’s green eyes flashed as he leaned forward and bit out, “Director Waterson, there are over 300 names on that list. A security team of ten people is working on it so you will have it back by the end of the week. I do not *possibly* have the time to check a list like that myself. As well, it is Not. My. Job. Having me check your list of waiters and cocktail waitresses would be like the President ordering you to assign parking spots in the garage. Now if you will excuse me, I have an appointment.”
Jake rose to leave and Samantha rose with him. Her voice was furious, “Don’t you DARE walk away in the middle of this conversation, Captain! May I remind you that you answer to me down here? You may be the Top Dog with your Army buddies up in the stars, but in DC you belong to me. I suggest you *sit* and listen to what I have to say.”
Jake dropped his head, his eyes glittering green slits. His jaw clenched and his palm itched. There was nothing in the world that he wanted more than to have the Ice Queen shrieking over his knee at that moment. But he knew he couldn’t blow it. He had to stay in DC. If he gave her what she richly deserved he would jeopardize his position. He slowly sat, locking his eyes with hers and showing her his anger. She looked rattled for a moment, and he took satisfaction in that as he stared her down.
She broke eye contact first and started scolding the vase of flowers on her desk. “Captain Navarro, you seem to take my instructions personally…”
He tuned out and watched her mouth move. Hmmmm, he wondered if his cock in her mouth would shut her up. He fixed on a point at the corner of her mouth and kept fantasizing. How about her crying around a ball gag, fastened over a punishment bench, her shapely ass stuffed with a nice, fat phallus while her bottom took stroke after stroke with a solid paddle. He pictured her inarticulate pleading behind the gag, her pussy soaking wet. A shadow of a smile curved his mouth as he pictured leaving her there for a squad of Peacekeepers to punish and use. He liked picturing the bitch as a wanton slavegirl at heart. Usually the icy ones were. He heard her slowing her words and knew it was almost over.
“…after all, we are on the same team, aren’t we, Captain Navarro?”
He flicked his eyes up to her hazel gaze and stood, then checked his watch. His voice was cool and professional, “We certainly are on the same team, Director Waterson. You will have your list at the end of the week. I’m afraid I *must* leave now or I will be late. I’ll see you on Thursday.”
He turned and strode toward the door. She called after him, “Does that mean you will be handling this yourself, Capta…” the doors clicked shut on her words.
Samantha was livid. She was sure she could get a rise out of him with this ridiculous request. She almost had. Then he disconnected and let her rail. She had seen him do that before. She picked up the vase on her desk and smashed it against the wall. God! She always dressed to the nines for the meetings with him. She always made herself up perfectly. She wondered just what the *fuck* was more interesting in that tiny little mind of his than paying attention to her when they met twice a week?
II. Tuesday -4-17-74
Jake exited the government building swearing. He hailed a cab and leapt in, murmuring “Embassy Row, I’ll throw in another $50 if you are quick about it.”
Fuck. That incorrigible Brat was going to make him late. His mind went over the exchange and he felt his temper starting to burn. What he would give to catch her in the act of something, anything, and have her under his thumb. His lips curved into a smile as he thought about what indignities he could subject the pretty wench to. Certainly the very first thing he would do is blister her ass. His eyes glittered as he fantasized, Ah, yes, to spank Samantha Waterson senseless and put her on her knees with her bottom in the air. He’d watch her face in a mirror as he fed his cock into her tight, stuck-up ass. That would be a hell of a picture.
He shook himself as they entered the neighborhood he wanted and murmured, “International Embassy please.”
Jake spent the next two hours pretending to have a meeting with the American Consulate while taping a meeting that was taking place in the next office between a Middle Eastern Dignitary and his mark. His mark was a Finnish Diplomat and Jake was sure he was their mole. When the men had finished their meeting and exited the room, Jake artfully drew his meeting to a close and slipped out of the building.
He moved out past the gate, returning the salute of the International Guardsmen. He strode away from the International Embassy, slowing to a stroll after several blocks. He was at the edge of Embassy row and the streets started to have shops and vendors. He was entering the neighborhood of high-class apartment high rises where many of the IEPA personnel lived. He stopped at a sidewalk café and ordered a black coffee at their window. His green gaze habitually noticed what was going on around him and he froze as he caught something out of the corner of his eye.
He turned, his brow furrowing. Across the street, flower vendor. He watched himself buying some tulips. His head cocked slowly in disbelief as he walked away from the window, his coffee forgotten. His green eyes scanned the territory. There was an alley just behind the flower vendor. He knew he would have to be dead accurate and fast. As his twin was turning he caught his arm, murmuring, “Military business, Sir, if you will step this way.”
His twin allowed himself to be tugged along beside Jake compliantly, saying nothing. Jake stopped midway down the alley where they couldn’t be seen. He looked at his double. The man was wearing blue jeans and a green cotton sweater. There was no aggression or fear response at all. The man’s green eyes simply looked pleasantly back at Jake. Jake regarded his mirror image with narrowed eyes. “You have two seconds to tell me who you are.”
His double blinked at him and murmured, “I am Jake Navarro.”
Jake’s eyes flickered. Of course, the compliance, the innocent look, the lack of fear or curiosity, and now the clincher, the tone of voice. He was talking to a skin job. He murmured, “What series are you?”
The robot spoke back, “I have an appointment, I’m sorry.” And started to move away.
Jake bit out a programming code override, “Override Alpha three seven Delta.”
The Bot stopped and turned toward Jake, his voice without inflection. “I am Jake 1, Series 10 Pleasure Unit.”
Jake’s eyebrows nearly jumped off of his skull. Someone had made his image into a *Pleasure Unit*? He murmured, “Who is your owner?”
The Bot smiled, “I’m sorry. I really can’t stay, I need to…”
Jake snarled out, “Override Alpha Alpha four three.”
The Bot’s voice spoke again without inflection, “Jake 1 is the property of Samantha Waterson.”
Jake’s mouth dropped open. No. Way. His eyes started gleaming. Oh this was…this was…this was too much. Ice Queen Waterson had an illegal skin job that looked like him. Not just a Bot, a *Pleasure Unit*.
Bots and Pleasure Bots were not illegal. They were incredibly expensive and most couldn’t afford them, but they weren’t illegal. However, Bots that looked like living persons were. Even Historical Bots were frowned upon by most. Humans didn’t like the overall idea of Bots being made to look like people who actually existed. The Historical Bot trade had been a fad for about eight months several years ago, but then slowed to a trickle and the large companies didn’t even make them any more. A law had been enacted shortly after the first skin jobs were perfected. It became illegal to make “Human Units” in the image of a living person with the intent to duplicate that person. There were a slew of other laws that were slated to go through concerning Bots at the same time, but they were all shelved when the public policed itself. The public was very excited about Pleasure Bots for a while, but all in all, they wanted human interaction. There were collectors certainly, and Pleasure Bot clubs. And there were a large amount owned privately throughout the world, but the bottom line was that most humans ultimately went back to humans for their sex.
Jake shook his head then took out his palm device, “Override Delta two two Omega. Command: Present your programs arm.”
The Bot obediently extended his right arm. Jake pushed up his sleeve, peeled back a section of skin, and opened the catch. He plugged the palm unit into the Programs file downloading all active programs of the Bot. As a second thought he also downloaded all visual recordings of the programs. It only took a few seconds. He pocketed his device and murmured, “Override four six Delta Delta, Question: Why are you out of your dwelling?”
The Bot smiled and replied, “I do the shopping at 11am every Tuesday. I must be at the freight elevator at 12:30 exactly to return undetected into the dwelling.”
Jake looked at his watch. The Bot didn’t have a lot of time. He nodded and murmured, “Alpha code, six niner seven, you will delete this conversation and meeting. You will dump it from your system at your regular cleaning cycle. Forget.”
The Bot blinked and then smiled, turned on its heel and walked out of the alley. Jake pulled out his palm device and encoded a message: “Need all info and codes on Samantha Waterson, American Director, IEPA.”
He sent the encrypted message and wandered back to the café, stopping and buying a coffee this time, before looking for a taxi.
III. Tuesday-4-17-74
Jake entered his spacious apartment tossing his coat on a chair. He entered his office, spoke a word into a panel on the wall and watched the room shift. An entire wall slid back and revealed his real base of operations. He moved to the desk in the hidden room and sat down at his secure terminal. He punched in an entrance code and waited. The screen flicked to a password screen and the machine’s female voice stated, “Confirm retina scan.” He leaned forward and looked into the small camera on the side of the device, a red light flickered briefly and the words ‘Retina scan confirmed’ flashed up on the screen. The cool professional voice continued, “Confirm vocal scan with password.”
Jake murmured, “Lancelot.”
Immediately his image jumped onto the screen. Stats lined up next to it. Senior Special Agent Jacob Lyons. Born 6/21/2039, Portland, Oregon. Graduated with Honors US Naval Academy. US Military Navy SEALS. Demolitions Unit Instructor. Sniper Unit Instructor US Military Special Forces. International Peacekeeper-Enforcer Unit Undercover International Agent Undercover Interplanetary Agent-Homebase: Earth Interplanetary Anti-Terrorism Unit. Licensed Interplanetary Assassin. Covert Operator. Operations assigned since recruitment-144. Operations successfully completed since recruitment-144. Status: ACTIVE Current Alternate Identity-Captain Jake Navarro, US Army, Senior Liaison Officer, Interplanetary Peacekeeping Force-Stationed Washington DC, USA, Earth
Jake waited until the female voice spoke again, “Password for current Operation.”
His low voice murmured, “Gollum.”
Immediately CIA Deputy Director Duncan McCrae’s image came up on the screen. The silver haired man smiled at him, “Hello, Jake.”
“Hello Duncan, I’m transmitting intelligence gathered from the International Embassy. I gotta say, Dunc, this Op is really chapping my hide. I’m not used to these long hang times in country before action.”
The older man smiled gently. Jake was the best Agent he had and loyal as hell, but he hated sitting around, and he had been doing exactly that for over four months now. Duncan knew the deadly young Operator wanted to flush out his secondary target and eradicate the mole that fed damaging information to their primary target, the Drokazee Warlord, Kephasa Zul.
The deputy director made his voice soothing, “You know this is deep, Jake. This may involve several important people in the International Government. I pray to God that there are no Americans in on this. Your intelligence reports have been absolutely crucial to this Operation. When the action comes it will hit hard and fast, just the way you like it. For right now, enjoy yourself. You are on call status for the next 14 days. Your mark is spending two fun filled weeks on Fiona.”
Jake murmured, his emerald eyes dancing, “Any chance of me taking a vacation to Fiona as well?”
Duncan chuckled, “You know River is our Agent on the slave world.”
Jake murmured dryly, “River, that fucker. I want to know how he managed that assignment. I trained that pup. River spends every night of the last four months dressed in a silk robe spanking a Fionian slave girl, and I’m stuck in sub-par quarters in DC, answering to a Hellbitch and doing my own laundry. And now to add insult to injury, my mark gets to spend two weeks at a Pleasure resort getting serviced by the best slaves on Fiona. Where’s the Universal fairness in that one, Dunc?”
Duncan chuckled again at Jake’s dry tone, “Now, now, River doesn’t spend *every* night with his little morsel. He gets the job done. Obviously he was well trained. Besides, Jake, I distinctly remember that *you* were the one who introduced your whole team to the pleasures of the slave world during some down time three or four years ago. If River knows Fiona inside and out, it’s because of your…instruction…” Duncan grinned and Jake gave him a look.
“Oh, incidently, Jake, speaking of Samantha Waterson. I brought up the info on her you wanted. She has a clean record. No crime. No moral turpitude. She does not currently employ any domestic service people, although she did used to have a maid service come in once a week. She terminated that contract approximately four months ago, let’s see, where is the date, ah, yes, she cancelled the service on January 4th. She has a chef service deliver prepared meals to her apartment once a week. She has no husband, no dependents, no pets, and the last time she dated anyone was 5 months ago. Name: Jerry Pendleton. She saw him twice and then cut him off. She goes out to Sunday brunch at 11am with a group of girlfriends every week at Café Septieme. She has no recent large credit purchases, but she has had a significant amount deducted per month since January to a company listed as KDC. I checked it out. That was rather interesting. The letters stand for Koy Design Company. The company does not advertise and is not registered for anything but taxes. It has existed for two years and makes a hell of a profit. Tax records for the company are clean. The business is registered to a Dela Koy. She has a day job, Jake. Get this… Senior Design Scientist, Research and Development,…” Duncan cleared his throat, “…for Hosang International.”
Jake smiled slowly, the puzzle pieces were coming together, Hosang Int. was a multi-billion dollar company that designed and manufactured Pleasure Units.
Duncan continued, “I have the entrance codes to Miss Waterson’s apartment as you requested. As well I have the codes and address for Miss Dela Koy and the very well hidden street address for KDC’s lab. Should I ask what this is about or just send?” The older man’s brow lifted in amused curiosity.
Jake grinned, “Just send, Duncan. This is a personal matter and apparently I’m on stand by for two weeks.”
Duncan smiled, “Sending. Enjoy the vacation, Jake. Deputy Director Duncan McCrea terminating session.”
Jake fed the codes into his palm unit. He shut down his terminal and spoke into the panel, closing the wall. He made a stop in his kitchen for popcorn and a beer then ambled into his living room. After downloading the Bot’s programming into his television he switched it on. His nap could wait. He had some interesting television to watch.
Four hours later he was still gaping open mouthed at the TV. That little *wench*. He was aroused despite his utter outrage. He had watched several scenarios play out from behind the Bot’s eyes between Director Waterson and “Captain Navarro”. Most of them were based on real incidents that happened between the Director and himself, but these scenarios didn’t end with him politely holding his temper and exiting her office. Every scene the Bot grew progressively more annoyed and aggressive. Every single scenario wound up with her getting her ass spanked royally and finished with some kind of sex. As well, Jake 1 had a military uniform exactly like his. That, in itself, was a fairly major offense.
The public’s wishy-washy attitude toward the military had changed after some incredible feats by the International Peacekeepers in the mid ‘60’s and later the equally amazing missions by the Interplanetary Peacekeeping Force. All military branches had started receiving huge support from the public. Military personnel and Veterans had their bravery and honor lauded to mythical proportions. Heroes of missions, both on and off the planet, were treated like celebrities. Veteran’s Day had become a major day of celebration all over the world and rivaled Christmas in America and Europe. Civilians didn’t possess current military garb. The Uniform was considered sacred ground.
Jake couldn’t decide if he was pissed off or pleased. He didn’t really mind the uniform offense, but his face, his body?! It wasn’t just that she unwittingly put him in danger by duplicating him. He had been celibate for months, and here he had a woman he had seen regularly since he was stationed in DC that had a serious crush on him and a hunger for punishment.
He felt his anger lessen substantially as he realized that he now had all the dirt he ever wanted on Samantha Waterson. He checked the clock. He had 90 minutes before she would be home. That gave him enough time for a small Op.
IV. Tuesday afternoon-4-17-74
His job was to remain undetected, and the high-end apartment building where Samantha lived didn’t pose a challenge. He entered easily and went to her apartment. He walked in after feeding the entrance codes into the security panel and found the Bot vaccuming. Ah, yes, he thought, the discontinued maid service. Why pay when your Pleasure Unit could do it during downtime? And, of course, there would be no prying eyes talking to others about what the client had in the apartment.
The Bot stopped and looked at him. Jake murmured, “Override Alpha six Delta six. Disable security program.”
The Bot blinked at him and continued vaccuming. Jake unrolled his kit and removed several visual recording devices. He moved to the office, where most of the action had taken place between Samantha and her Bot, and planted a few devices at key vantage points. He placed more in her bedroom, then returned to the main room of the apartment, planting the last devices to monitor the main room and the large kitchen. He double checked the apartment and rolled his kit back up, moving to the door. He opened it and paused, turning to face the Bot.
His voice rang out clearly, “Override Alpha six Delta six. Enable security program. Alpha code six niner seven, Delete meeting. Dump during cleaning cycle. Forget.”
He shut the door and made his way out of the building and back into the neighborhood that flanked Embassy Row. He had time to get back to his place and set up his remote viewing equipment. He hooked a connection to his television and clicked the remote, switching between the rooms. Everything was working perfectly.
He only had to wait about 15 minutes before Samantha walked in the door. Jake grabbed a beer and watched the scene with a lazy grin on his face wondering what she would do with today’s exchange. He watched as she dropped her bag, thinking he might have to sit through an hour of consuming a meal, but she had an agitation to her body movement and a flush to her face. He leaned forward realizing she was excited. Oh no, he wouldn’t have to wait long at all.
He saw the Bot come out of the bedroom and greet her.
“Hello Samantha. How was your day?”
Samantha didn’t waste time, “Jake, come here.”
The real Jake gritted his teeth. She was as imperious as ever. He wondered what would happen when she found herself at the mercy of a real man that didn’t have a shutdown program.
Jake 1 complied with a smile and moved to stand in front of her.
She murmured, “Programs arm.”
The Bot extended his arm. Samantha peeled back a small flap of skin and inserted a wafer thin chip. “Jake, go change into your uniform and meet me in the office.”
The real Jake switched to the office and watched her sit down at her desk. Jake 1 joined her there a few minutes later in full uniform. She gestured for him to sit down, and when he complied she murmured, “Run program titled 4-17-74”
The Bot’s face instantly changed to the cool, professional look Jake always gave her.
Samantha’s voice was arrogant, “Captain Navarro, I don’t appreciate your cavalier attitude concerning this personnel roster. I *insist* you do it yourself, immediately.”
Jake 1’s green eyes hardened, “Director Waterson, I already told you that job was not within my duties. I don’t have the time…”
She cut him off, her voice sarcastic, “Ohhhh, geez, you don’t have the time. Of course that didn’t occur to me before. I just assigned you the task without thinking. That’s why I’m the IEPA American Director, because I don’t think decisions through. I don’t care what power you have with your Space Cowboys, Captain. I expect this done immediately, by you.”
He leaned forward, his voice dangerous, “Look, Lady…”
She interrupted again with a laugh, “Oh from ‘Director’ to ‘Lady’ is it? What cheek from a military caveman.”
Jake 1 stood slowly, planting his large hands on the desk. “I’m only going to say this once, Director Waterson. I am *not* going to do your little job, and I will *not* accept you treating me like I am an errand boy. Contrary to your belief, I have duties, important duties, that don’t involve you jerking me around. Let your security force handle it, that is their job.”
She stood and glowered at the green-eyed man, trying to breathe deeply and slow down her hammering heart. Her voice bit out, “May I remind you that I *own* your ass, Captain Navarro?”
He folded his arms and cocked his head gently, green eyes snapping fire, but his voice calm. “Lady, if you tell me you own me like a dog one more time, I’m going to *beat* your ass.”
Jake chuckled. Clever dialog…he knew what was coming though, raised his beer in salute and said along with her, “YOU WOULDN’T DARE!” Then he laughed outright and murmured, “Never a good idea.”
Jake 1 bit out, “Oh really?” and snaked out a hand capturing her wrist.
She shrieked, “I will *have* your job, Soldier! You will be working in a garbage dump in the worst shithole in the known universe!”
He ignored her and literally dragged her across her desk as she protested. He dropped down into a chair with a growl and hauled her over his knee. She screamed obscenities at him as he yanked up her skirt, then shrieked and moaned as he tore her pink panties completely off of her body.
“You’ve been asking for this for a long time, little girl. I’ve been as patient as I could be. This is the end. Any time you fuck with me you are getting this.” His palm slammed down on her pristine bottom.
Jake and Samantha said “Ouch!” at the same time. Jake was practically giddy as he watched the scene, grinning.
Jake 1 continued to bring his hand down hard on Samantha’s bottom. Her wiggling didn’t help her, he had her locked down and whacked her bouncing ass hard and fast. His voice scolded as he turned her shapely, rounded globes pink.
“I’m sick and tired of your bitchy attitude. I’m sick and tired of your insolence and your nasty behavior. You are going to treat me with respect from now on or I will blister your bottom every damn day!” His hand increased in force and speed and Samantha’s yelps turned into wails.
“OH! You won’t get away with this! I’ll have you court marshaled! Ouch!! How dare you spank me! Stop it NOW!”
Jake 1 laughed and gave her several extremely hard smacks with his unforgiving palm. “Oh I’m not going to stop until you are begging for mercy and crying your eyes out, Princess. And believe me, I’ll take your apology mumbled around the cock in your mouth.”
Samantha shrieked and Jake yelled, “No WAY!” nearly falling off the couch. Samantha had *those* kinds of submissive fantasies?
Jake 1 moved his punishing hand around a bottom that was now bright red. Samantha kicked and shimmied but he held her firmly down, trapping her hands smoothly when she reached back to protect her bottom.
Her tune started changing, “Wait! Please! Oh! OH! PLEASE! Captain Navarro! Please not so HARD! Please Sir! OUCH! Please! I won’t say I own you!”
Jake 1 continued to spank her bouncing bare bottom hard, “What about your behavior?”
Her legs kicked ineffectually, “I’ll behave! I’ll BEHAVE! OUCH! Please! Aiigh! Please! I’ll be GOOD!”
Jake 1’s voice was an amused murmur as his hand continued to whack her wagging ass, “What about my new career as a Waste Specialist in the worst shithole in the known universe? Or my subsequent court marshal?”
She shrieked and whined, “Aaahhh! AIIGH! NO! NO! Please! I didn’t mean it! I didn’t mean it! OWW! PLEASE!”
His low voice growled, “You deserve a lot more than this, Brat. You’ve been a Very Bad Girl.” He punctuated the last three words with incredibly hard smacks and she howled.
“AAAIIGH! No Sir NO! Please NO MORE! I’m sorry I was a…OH! Bad girl! I’ll be a…OUCH! Good girl! I promise! I PROMISE!” Her voice was teary and within five more smacks she was crying.
She sobbed out, “Please let me appease you, SIR! Please I beg to appease YOU!”
The Bot stopped immediately and ran a hand over her flaming bottom. Jake realized it was a code phrase.
Jake 1 shoved Samantha roughly off of his lap and leaned back in his chair murmuring, “Appease me then.”
The blonde woman practically leapt at his belt and the fastening of his trousers. She pulled his cock free of its confines and engulfed it with her mouth. She worked it fervently with his her lips and hands for a few minutes then raised her tear-stained face to the even green gaze of Jake 1. “Please Sir, I’m sorry I was a bad girl. I’ll be good. Please take me.”
The real Jake recognized another program code phrase when he heard one.
The Bot stood and picked up the trembling woman, clearing her desk with a sweep of his arm and put her on her back. His hands ripped through her blouse and he yanked her hips to the edge. His cock impaled her fast and she gasped and keened, clutching him. Jake 1 thrust hard into her for several moments as she moaned and thrashed. Finally she came, throwing her head back and screaming “JAKE! GOD YES!”
The Bot thrust through her orgasm, slowing down when she placed a hand on his chest. He stilled completely when she laid back on the desk panting. He remained silent until she started to move around.
“Would you like me to restart this program, Samantha?” He smiled sweetly at her.
She gasped, “No, Jake, No. Not right now, maybe later. Take off your uniform and go prepare dinner.”
The Bot left the room and Samantha remained on her back. Her hand reached down to stroke her sex and she moaned, “Jake.” After a few minutes she rolled up and slowly got off the desk. She rubbed her bottom and looked at the blazing flesh in her wall mirror. A few minutes later she moved into her bathroom and Jake heard the shower start.
Jake’s narrowed gaze stared at the television. What a very interesting night.
His mind went over what needed to be done. He wandered into his office and sent an encrypted message: “Logan, check all Fionian clubs on East coast. I need a machine delivered here before p.m. 4-20-74. Also send message to IEPA office American Director Samantha Waterson. Message to read:‘Classified Assignment. Partner: Captain Jake Navarro. Report to parking level 7, space 23 at 5pm Friday 4-20-74. Pack week-end bag, leave directly from work. Your partner has details and will communicate them in transit. Timeframe of assignment: 2 days.’ Thanks, Buddy. I owe you one, Jake.”
Jake left the surveillance equipment on and settled down on the couch. He pulled a blanket over himself and slipped into sleep, waking a few hours later to interesting sounds. He blinked and looked at the television, the screen had automatically switched to the room the action was in. Samantha and her Jake-Bot were in bed…well *on* the bed. Jake perked up as he saw her fully naked. She really did have a nice body, all soft curves and smooth skin.
The Pleasure Unit was spanking her again, but this time her moans were all erotic. The Bot spent a good deal of time re-warming her bare bottom with slow, warm swats then it went down on her. She came keening, her hands in its hair. After she recovered, Jake 1 put her on her knees and took her from behind. After bringing her to orgasm again, it took her ass. After her third and forth orgasms they settled down. She dozed off and the Bot stood against the wall and went into sleep mode.
Jake chuckled. Bots weren’t high on cuddling unless they were specifically programmed to. His green eyes narrowed as he realized that she hadn’t even bothered to add that. Oh this woman was a piece of work. She treated both he and his double like interesting toys that she periodically grew bored of.
His cock was hard due to the sex show and he masturbated lazily, thinking of what her comeuppance was going to be. He came with a low groan to the image of her chained, hands to ankles, begging for mercy as he striped her bare bottom with a tree switch. After he recovered he shut off the equipment and moved into his bedroom falling into bed. He needed to be up at a reasonable hour to check out KDC in the morning.
V. Wednesday morning-4-18-74
Jake followed Duncan’s instructions to the old warehouse that housed the KDC labs. Nothing on the outside hinted that the property was anything but an old storage warehouse. He checked the perimeter of the property and found the subtle security equipment. He slipped through a hole in the system and made his way to the warehouse, again finding rather well installed security equipment. It only took him a few moments to re-route it and enter the dark warehouse undetected. He made his way carefully through the dummy front, that looked like, yep, old storage facility.
It didn’t take him long to detect the hidden secure door. He was familiar with the security measures of Dela Koy’s system and disabled them at the panel next to the door. He could walk freely now within the complex, but not for long. Duncan’s codes got him in and he crept through the halls of the inner complex, senses tingling. He passed by several machine rooms where Non-Human units were in the process of building Bots. He recognized design and research rooms as well. He knew he was getting closer to the main programming room.
He paused after looking in through yet another window and walked into the strange environment. It was…well it was like an apartment. It had a living room and kitchen and bedroom and bathroom, everything. It was set up perfectly and obviously not a regular living space. He puzzled for a moment, not sure about the sense in it. He exited the room silently and made his way to the main programming office.
There were two large glass paneled doors that showed off the room. He regarded the woman in the office, well, rather, regarded her back. She was small, wearing a white lab coat. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a ponytail. She appeared to be the only person in the entire building.
Jake stepped up to the door and fed codes into it. The glass doors opened with a whisper, but the woman was bent over a terminal, working intently, and didn’t notice. Jake raised an eyebrow, security in spades, yet underdeveloped observation skills. Well, that could get you killed. He was confident enough to step in the room and simply clear his throat.
Dela heard a noise she shouldn’t have, the sound of a human in the room. She turned with a surprised scream and stared at the door to her office. Standing there was a *big* male dressed entirely in black. She looked at his face, her fearful expression turning to horror when she recognized him. She had no idea what to do and simply froze.
The man smiled a dangerous smile. “Hello Miss Koy. My, my, my, we have been a baaaaaad girl, haven’t we?”
She squeaked and bolted to the side, hoping to make it through the viewing room door. The man moved like *light*. He had been across the room and then suddenly he was in front of her gripping her arms firmly. Dela looked up into his face from her diminutive height of 5’2. She hoped to God he wasn’t there to kill her.
Jake recognized the fear of death in the woman’s eyes immediately and purred, “Oh no, Dela. I’m not here to kill you. I won’t harm a hair on your head. Promise. I’m information gathering only.”
Jake watched the small woman shudder in relief. His eyes flicked over her, she had wide, intelligent blue eyes, elfin features, and her hair was a rather lovely shade of red. She was quite cute, all in all, even as pale as she was now. He murmured, “I take it you recognize me?”
She nodded, eyes dropping and whispered, “Captain Jake Navarro.”
He smiled gently but his eyes were hard, “And apparently one of me is not enough for some people, Hmmm?”
She trembled, “Please, Sir. I make special order Pleasure Units, for a very small, discreet clientele. I didn’t mean to insult the Uniform.”
Jake released her and moved casually to a chair. He turned it around and straddled the seat, folding his forearms over the top and resting his chin on his hands. He looked at her kindly and gave her a smile. Dela’s breath caught in fear. He looked more dangerous than any man she had ever seen.
His voice was a low murmur, “Dela, darlin’. I know that you know what I can do to your status and company if I choose to expose you, right?”
She whispered, “Yes, Sir.”
His voice remained conversational, “Now, Dela, I really don’t have any reason to do that. I’m a busy man, and I’m certainly not one of those morality zealots. Why in the world would I want to ruin your little enterprise here, hmmm?”
Dela looked up, hope beginning to gain ground on the fear in her eyes. “You won’t report me?”
“Show me what I want, tell me what I want to know, and do as I say, and I’ll forget you exist.”
She looked at him, eyes hardening momentarily. He had said he wouldn’t kill her. It meant something when a military officer made a promise, and the knowledge that he would not harm her made her overconfident.
“If I show you anything, I will have nailed my own coffin shut. Right now you can put me out of business, but that is it. Everything else is heresay. I’d have to shut down my company and destroy records, but there wouldn’t be a crime you could prove. No way, Captain. You aren’t seeing anything.”
Jake’s eyes started glittering but he kept his voice calm and conversational. “Dela, you know about the planet Fiona, right?”
She glared at him, “Of course I do.”
“What do you know about it?”
She looked at him evenly, “Fiona, commonly called a slave world, Interplanetary tourism destination, part of the Alliance since 2030. Earth dwellers have been allowed to visit Fiona since 2041. Fiona and her…practices…made it into mainstream Earth media in 2062. Since then many earth cultures, especially Americans and Europeans, have made Fionian attire, implements, attitudes, and practices rather ‘hip’ in the bedroom. As well there are several clubs in major cities, both Male and Female run, that cater to those who have a taste for Fionian culture.”
Jake smiled, “Thanks for the history lesson, darlin’. Now, do you happen to know about the status points of otherworlders on Fiona?”
Dela cleared her throat, mumbling, “I know a bit.”
His eyes glittered and his voice became silky, “And do you know what it means to carry a Fionian license of Master? Not to be called it on Fiona of course, because every otherworlder becomes “Master” or “Mistress” to the slaves there. I mean do you know the significance of being awarded a Fionian *License* of Master, specifically with a Certification as a Corporal Punishment Specialist?”
The color drained out of Dela’s face and Jake smiled sweetly, but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “I see you do.”
Dela coughed, “What…What would you like to see first, Sir? The Bots or the customer files?”
Jake gave her a cool smile, “Customer files, please.”
Jake scrolled down the files ignoring everything until he came to Samantha Waterson. He read her instructions for the physical appearance of the Bot, and grinned as he read the “Special programming” section. He looked up and murmured, “Is there a prototype here for Jake 1?”
Dela looked at him nervously, “No Sir. The special-order Bots that look like anyone who lives, or has lived in the last twenty years, are not duplicated. The prototype Jake 1 was perfected and sent to the customer. The physical design files have been destroyed, I promise.”
Jake looked at her with narrowed eyes, “That’s a good thing, Miss Koy. I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes if I happened to detect another Bot with my face running around somewhere.”
Dela’s voice shook, “There are no other Bots of you, Sir.”
Jake raised his brows in a questioning look, “And what if your client is unsatisfied with their Bot? Destruction?”
Dela’s blue eyes hardened in pride, “I have never had a client unsatisfied. I work exactly to their specifications and have a private facility for them to test their Bot in a domestic situation. The Bots are perfectly adapted to the client before payment is taken and delivery is made.”
Jake merely nodded, that solved the puzzle of the strange apartment in the complex.
He murmured, “Let me see what you do have, all Duplicate Bots, past and present. Right now.”
Dela’s fingers flew across her keyboard and the viewing room screen opened. Several Bots were standing in a line in sleep mode. Jake regarded them. He recognized a current male rock star and two current actresses, the rest were Historical Bots. His eyes flicked to one and stayed there, his brow furrowing, “What is her name? 20th and 21st century actor, I’ve seen her work.”
Dela whispered, “Sarah Michelle Gellar.”
Jake murmured, “Ah yes, Sarah Michelle Gellar.” His pointing finger moved, “David Bowie. Michael Jordan. Drew Barrymore. Viggo Mortensen. Catherine Zeta Jones…who is that huge one?”
Dela murmured, “He was an actor and a professional wrestler in the late 20th and early 21st centuries. His stage name was just, “The Rock.”
Jake looked at her “The Rock?”
Dela nodded miserably. Jake’s eyes narrowed in speculation. Her face had changed a tiny bit, just enough to tell him something was up. He murmured, “Who is…uh…Mr. ‘Rock’ for?”
Dela kept her mouth shut. Jake watched her for a moment then sighed loudly, standing and unbuckling his belt.
Dela squeaked in alarm and said hastily, “No one…no one…No customer, Sir. I keep him as a prototype. He’s…he’s for my own use.” She finished in an embarrassed whisper.
Jake smiled slowly, “Give me your terminal. I want to see the programming on this one.”
Dela gave Jake her terminal with a groan. He brought up “The Rock” and scanned the programming. All of the basic programming for a Bot was in place, his override codes would work if he needed them. He checked “Special Programming” and grinned. Ah, little Dela was a romantic. “The Rock” was a sexual expert as all Pleasure Units were, but nearly all of his special programming was romantically inclined. Singing, gift giving, poetry, cuddling, flower petals and candles…Jake’s eyes stopped on a line of code and he flicked them up with a grin. “So we like a touch of bondage with our romance, hmmm Dela? A little bit of tied to the bed and teased? A touch of the old slap and tickle?”
His voice was full of amusement and she groaned with humiliation.
“Oh no worries, darlin’. I mean it isn’t exactly the ‘special programming’ that you put in the Jake-Bot now *is* it. But you have just a tiny taste of good ole American ‘how to handle a naughty girl’ here, doncha?”
Dela murmured, “I like a taste from time to time…are you through humiliating me now?”
Jake pushed the terminal away. “Yes Dela, I’m done. I need to return tomorrow for one last thing. I promise it won’t take long. You need to clear your schedule for me for the next week. I need you for something. Do that and I guarantee that I will forget you exist.”
Dela shuddered out a relieved breath, “I take it I have your word as an Officer of the Army on that?”
Jake murmured with a grin, “You have my word as an Officer and a Gentleman. I’ll see you here at 10am tomorrow.”
He left Dela’s lab grinning. He had some programming work to do. Ah yes, and a bit of shopping.
VI. Thursday-4-19-74
Jake left his regular Thursday morning meeting with Samantha Waterson with a grin on his face. He had entered her office thirty minutes before and dropped the completed authorized personnel folder on her desk, simply refusing to answer her questions about whether or not he double-checked the names personally.
She had received her orders from the High Command, courtesy of his friend and fellow Agent, Logan, and was intensely curious. And she was totally pissed off. She had planned a fun-filled weekend with her Jake-Bot. Although she was secretly thrilled that she was going to spend an extended amount of time with the real Captain Navarro, she was also nervous and agitated. Whatever this assignment was, it probably didn’t allow for her messing with him during it. She couldn’t screw up a assignment order that came from that high up because she wanted him to spank and fuck her. She had to be nice to him for God’s sake. And obviously he had information that she didn’t have, which effectively put him in control. That both turned her stomach and gave her butterflies.
Jake had smiled blandly at her questions and patently refused to give her any information about the assignment, citing its classified status. She was absolutely livid when he stood up to leave.
He paused at her office door and murmured, “Remember to bring an overnight bag tomorrow, Director. I expect to see you in the parking garage at exactly 5pm. I doubt the Powers-that-Be will be happy if you screw up the timeline of a classified assignment because you forgot a change of clothes at home.”
He chuckled as he closed the door cutting off her outraged shriek. Oh this was going to be too fun.
Jake went home and changed into a black turtleneck and a pair of jeans. He lingered over his breakfast and morning coffee, humming, then started putting together the things he needed for his meeting with Dela Koy. He showed up at the warehouse at exactly 10am. The security system had been disabled for his arrival, and he breezed through the property into the inner sanctum without a hitch. He paused at the apartment room and went in. He checked that the room was stocked with everything that would be needed, then unloaded a bag of groceries into the fridge. There was plenty of food and water for an extended stay. He moved to the bedroom and dropped a satchel on the king-sized bed then left the small apartment satisfied.
Dela was waiting in her office to greet him, the white lab coat a fixture on her small body. Her eyes were resigned and unhappy, she didn’t want to have to deal with this terrifying man any more than she had to.
Jake smiled pleasantly and took a seat, “Hello Dela. Did you do as I asked?”
Dela mumbled, “My schedule is cleared. I’ve taken the time off from work. I have no other appointments and am at your service. How can I help you, Captain Navarro?”
Jake didn’t waste time, “Well I need another look at those Bots you have, darlin’. I need to see one or two of them in action. Please open the viewing screen again.”
She sighed heavily and opened the screen. Jake took his time regarding the Bots, finally murmuring, “Ok, activate Nicole Kidman and, let’s see, what was the one you said was your favorite…the giant one…Mr. ‘Rock’? He’ll do.”
Dela made a disgusted noise in her throat. Of course, the man wanted a Bot orgy. The activated Bots answered their summons and stepped into the glass and metal office, standing silently with pleasant looks on their faces.
Jake murmured, “Let me hear their voices under programming, please.”
Dela activated an interactive conversation program on the Nicole-Bot. Jake smiled as he heard the animated Aussie accent of the beautiful Historical actress. The Bot was engaging and funny under programming. Dela did good work. He nodded, “Excellent Dela. How about the male?”
Dela put Nicole back into sleep mode and activated ‘The Rock’. Jake stepped back with a laugh as the big male cocked an eyebrow and boomed, “CAN YOU SMELL WHAT THE ROCK IS COOKIN’?”
Dela mumbled, a blush rising to her cheeks, “That was his catch phrase.”
Jake approached the big, male Bot. It looked at him and grinned pleasantly. Jake murmured, “I want to see his list of active programming. Have him extend his arm.”
Dela cheeks burned with humiliated. This man had seen the damn list before, he was just trying to embarrass her again, the cruel beast. “Rock, Programs arm.”
The Rock obediently extended his arm giving Jake another smile and cocking his eyebrow at him. Jake laughed outright. The Rock was a big boy, but he was a charming Bot. Jake opened the Bot’s arm, sliding a thin chip into it that he had palmed out of his pocket. Dela didn’t notice until Jake stepped back and murmured, “Activate new programming.”
She looked up at Jake alarmed, “Wha..?”
The Rock’s facial expression changed to a cool dangerous look. He glanced at Dela then moved his brown eyes back to Jake’s.
Jake murmured, “Hold her.”
The Bot sidestepped and grabbed Dela’s small body holding her firmly by the arms.
She shrieked at Jake, “What are you doing?!”
He continued, “Dela, if you think for one second that I was going to let you walk away after making a Bot of me, you are sadly mistaken. I won’t report you. I’ll forget you exist as I promised. But your favorite Bot here has a bit more Special Programming now. I designed something nice, just for you. I hope you like your ‘Mr. Rock’ because I’ve inserted a seven-day special program to begin immediately. Your big hunk of sweetness will identify as a Fionian Training Master for the next week. And you, sweet little Dela, have been entered into the program as a difficult, disobedient slavegirl put under his charge for added training and discipline. I hope you have a tolerance for spanking, darlin’, because you’re about to see a full seven days of it.”
Dela shrieked, “NO! NO! He can’t be a Master for a week! He’s too big! Too strong! He’ll kill me!”
Jake chuckled and murmured, “Shoulder.”
The Rock tossed Dela over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes.
Jake approached her head and murmured, “Dela. You don’t get a safeword or a shut off program, but I have encoded all the proper safety precautions in his new programming. He has all the sensors to tell if your body is getting too worn out for use. All sex, spanking, bondage, and training will be done with the prime directive of not causing you harm.” He leaned down and whispered against her ear, “Your bottom is going to burn like hellfire, though.”
She moaned begging, “Please Captain Navarro, PLEASE!”
He chuckled again and murmured, “Follow me.”
The Rock followed Jake obediently and stopped in the bedroom of the apartment when Jake stopped. Jake dumped out the bag on the bed. It held Fionian slave silks, a Fionian collar and shackles, a solid paddle, a braided quirt, anal plugs of varying sizes, lubricant, and restraints. Dela couldn’t see them and just kept quietly keening.
Jake petted her head condescendingly, “Pay attention, Dela. I know you are a crackerjack designer, but I’m more advanced than you are with Bot programming, so don’t bother trying to break it. This special program will run for seven days, after that it will stop. The new programming I inserted for your Pleasure Unit to obey me will become inactive as soon as the special programming shuts down. You will find your ‘Rock’ the same sweet romantic Bot you built for yourself.”
He grinned before adding, “The special programming will be able to be repeated, or customized, if you find you like it. The new programming will be effectively dead. Now listen to what I say, Honey, because it’s important. Just take what is coming to you like a good girl. The room door will not unlock until the week is over and there is no way for you to change the Bot’s programming or escape. Anytime you do or say anything other than what this Bot allows, you will be punished for it. He’s in Training mode, so you will be punished often anyway even if you are completely compliant. I suggest you be obedient.”
Jake looked at the Bot and it raised a brow at him again. He choked back a laugh and murmured, “Enjoy your new Master, Dela. Run Program titled ‘Dela will never forget’.”
Dela shrieked in fear and the Bot put her down looking at her sternly and growling, “Loud, rude girl! Strip immediately for your collaring!”
She cried out, “Please Captain Navarro! PLEASE!”
Jake turned and moved toward the door, laughing quietly.
He heard her yelp as the Bot ripped her clothes off of her and growled, “I see you need to be taught some manners.” Jake smiled with satisfaction as he heard the first sharp “Crack” of The Rock’s giant hand descending on Dela’s vulnerable, naked bottom. He was sure her first spanking would be a hell of a long one.
He exited, feeding a security code into the door panel, and left without looking back.
VII. Friday-4-20-74
Jake opened his apartment door Friday morning to a large parcel. Its sticker stated, “Thank you for purchasing the Full Body Gym!” He grinned, Damn, Logan was good. He owed him big time for this. He brought the crate into the house and opened it. Jake was familiar with the machine’s configuration and put the device together within a half hour. He moved it into his bedroom, entering its programming and checking all functions. Everything worked like a charm.
He spent a few hours at his desk writing up programming for the next evolution of the ongoing personal Op he had been privately referring to as “Double Jeopardy”. When he was finished he pocketed the chip and grabbed his leather jacket heading out the door.
He slipped into Samantha’s building and fed in the entrance codes to her apartment. He walked up to the Bot barking, “Override Alpha six Delta six. Disable security program.” The Jake-Bot blinked and looked him. Jake pulled the chip out of his pocket, “Override Delta two two Omega. Command. Present programs arm.” The Bot did as he instructed. He slipped the chip into the Bot and closed the arm up murmuring, “Activate New Programming.”
The Bot blinked again and then stated without inflection. “Jake 1 is owned by Captain Jake Navarro.” Then the Bot looked at Jake with a smile, its tone warm, “Hello Jake, How are you today?”
Jake ran a hand through his hair and chuckled, he would *never* live it down if his buddies found out he was now the proud owner of a Male Pleasure Unit that looked exactly like him. The jokes would go on for years. “I’m fine Jake, thank you. Gather your things. Let’s go, I have instructions for you.”
Jake and Jake 1 left the building, undetected, a few moments later.
Samantha had been annoyed all day. She stood in the deserted 7th level of the garage, waiting at the empty parking space 23. Damn that Navarro. He knew he had her over a barrel with this assignment. She didn’t dare leave and wait in her office. She checked her slim wristwatch again. It was 5 fucking 10. Where was he?
She didn’t hear anyone come up behind her and didn’t even have the time to shriek when a nylon bag was thrust over her head. A large hand clamped her mouth through the bag. She was panicking. Her opponent was impossibly strong and she couldn’t break his hold. Two seconds later she heard a car and felt herself tossed into it. The man who had held her got in and she felt the car moving. Her hands were secured behind her back and an unfamiliar deep voice said, “Be still or your ankles will be tied.”
She was terrified. God knows what terrorist group had gotten a hold of her. She breathed loudly, panting open mouthed with fear. “Please don’t hurt me, I’m worth more ransom money than you can imagine. In fact…in fact, just let me go and I’ll pay you whatever you want.”
The deep voice laughed, “Money is not the object here.”
She started panicking again, “If you kill me, people will come after you. Important people! Military people! One of my good, good friends is a Peacekeeper with a lot of power. You don’t want to mess with him. If you hurt me he will kill you all. I guarantee it!”
The voice was still amused, “I just can’t seem to get myself all worked up about that. This is very simple. Shut up. Behave. And you won’t be harmed.”
She leaned back in the seat, her eyes wide beneath the opaque bag. She hoped to God he wasn’t lying. She felt anger starting to return. Damn that Navarro! This was HIS fault! If he hadn’t been late she wouldn’t have been snatched! If he had escorted her from her office like a fucking Gentleman, she would have been protected. There was no way kidnappers would have been able to get around him. Her eyes started tearing up. He was a fucking Army Peacekeeper for God’s sake! A Hero! A Deadly, Dangerous Man! Where the fuck was he now?!
The car drove for what felt like forever. Finally it stopped and she was hauled out. The unfamiliar voice murmured, “Not a sound or you will be gagged and beaten.”
She gasped and clenched her teeth shut. She was led to what turned out to be an elevator. She couldn’t keep track of the floor numbers. She was dragged out of it and then was pulled into what had to be a room or a dwelling. The door clicked shut. Silence. The restraining hands let her go, and unfastened her wrists. She stood quietly uncertain of what to do. She didn’t dare remove the bag or speak. After what seemed like an hour, but was probably only a few minutes, she heard a voice murmur, “Take off the bag.”
She raised trembling hands to it, terribly afraid of what she might see. She pulled the bag off and jerked her head up, her eyes flying alarmed around the room. They settled on a figure straddling a chair with his arms folded over the top. He was jean clad and black-haired with a black turtleneck on and he was Goddamned Fucking Jake Navarro.
She opened her mouth to shriek at him, and then just launched herself at his seated figure. She beat on his shoulders, screaming obscenities, and went to clock him with a right cross when he started laughing.
He deflected her blow easily and caught her arms, murmuring soothingly, “Alright…alright now, that’s enough.”
She screamed at him, struggling, “ENOUGH?! You FUCKING BASTARD! I thought I had been SNATCHED! Do you KNOW how afraid I was?! You Goddamned Sonofabitch!”
He grabbed her chin firmly and looked into her face with an expression she had never seen before. “Samantha. I said. Enough.”
Her hazel eyes grew wide and she snapped her mouth shut. He was looking at her with…with…this…lazy…confident…immovable…
dangerous expression. He was totally calm and yet he frightened her more right then than he ever had when his temper started rising to the surface. She took a shuddering breath. God. He looked…Deadly.
He blinked at her and released her with a sedate smile, “Why don’t you sit down, Sam. We have some things to discuss.”
She backed to the couch, watching him carefully and murmured, “Who was the man who grabbed me, Jake? His voice was different. It wasn’t you.”
Jake let out a slightly amused chuckle, “Oh yes he was, darlin’.” He looked behind her, “Jake?”
Sam turned horrified eyes to the Bot that stepped out of the shadows. It smiled at her pleasantly and said in a totally foreign voice, “Yes, Jake?”
The real Jake murmured, “Cancel alternate vocal programming, say hello to Samantha, Jake.”
Jake 1 turned to Samantha and spoke in the normal low toned voice that mirrored the real Jake’s. “Good Evening, Samantha.” The Bot smiled good-naturedly.
Sam was frozen. She scarcely dared to breath. The real Jake dragged the kitchen chair over to her and straddled it again. When he leaned forward and folded his forearms across the top of it he was only a foot from her. “Before you try to deny anything, Samantha, I know you had the Bot made. I know where he came from, and I know *all* of his programming.”
She stared at the floor wishing this was a real kidnapping.
Jake continued his voice dangerously silky, “I also know about the uniform offense, and I’ve been treated to several hours of very interesting visual programming between you and Jake 1.” His voice grew amused, “Really, had I known on Tuesday that a good ass warming and a blow job would have made you into a kitten, I would have accommodated you.” His voice continued to tease, a touch cruelly, “But really Sweetheart, ‘You wouldn’t dare?’ You know that always gets a naughty girl into more trouble, don’t you?”
She put her head in her hands, “God. Shoot me.”
Jake laughed outright, “Sorry, Honey. I have a better use for you than that.”
She looked at him frightened, “Are you going to expose me? Humiliate me in public? Have me dragged away in handcuffs? Ruin my life because I was a bitch to you?”
His green eyes grew amused, “Well, you are partly right.”
She desperately tried to hold back tears. “Which part?”
Jake smiled a slow, confident smile of pure pleasure, “I’m going to expose you…to myself. I’m going to humiliate you…in private. I’ll be dragging you around in handcuffs most of the time, and I’m going to completely change your life because you were a bitch to me. And, I may well completely ruin your weekend.” He finished with a dangerous grin.
She blinked, then blinked again. “What…what are you saying?”
“I’m saying you have four months of payback coming, Hellbitch. And it starts tonight.”
He watched the fear and anger warring in her eyes.
She spat out, “You are going to abuse me? Rape me?”
He cocked his head, brushing back a shock of black hair that fell over his dancing green eyes, “No. I’m going to punish you. And *if* I take you, it will be because you begged for it.”
Anger got the better of her and she continued foolishly, “I’ll never beg you for anything, you cruel Bastard.”
Jake took that as his cue to end the pleasantries and stood up watching the fear rise in her eyes again, “I wouldn’t be too sure of that, Princess.” He threw a remark out over his shoulder, “Jake, strip the Lady and take her to my bedroom.”
Sam screamed with rage as the Bot methodically ripped her clothing off of her body. She fought, but her struggling against a Bot was laughable. Jake 1 had her naked in seconds and tossed her over his shoulder, making his way into the bedroom. He tipped her back to her feet and stood facing Jake, Samantha held fast in front of him.
Jake folded his arms and watched her struggle for a minute then dumped out a satchel on his bed. Sam saw the contents and gasped, her heart nearly stopping and her loins flooding. A Fionian slave collar and shackles lay on the coverlet. Jake approached her and the Bot locked his body down, holding her arms and legs still with his. Jake hit a code on the collar and the smooth silver metal circlet suddenly opened. He fitted the metal collar around her neck with the collar ring lined up under her chin. He hit the tiny code strip again and the collar seamlessly closed, locking around her neck. The wrist and ankle bands were exactly the same, simply smooth silver circlets, each with a fastening ring. They too had tiny code strips and opened and locked seamlessly. She would not be able to take them off.
The only thing that went through her mind as she dealt with the surreal situation was that the metal collar and bands weighed almost nothing. She shook herself out of her altered state when she heard Jake murmur, “Lock her into the machine.”
She looked around alarmed and saw a smallish piece of equipment that looked like some kind of exercise machine. She quickly found out otherwise. The Bot slung her naked body over a padded bar, holding her arms stretched in front of her on two rounded metal bars. Jake moved in front of her and pressed a button on a small remote. She screamed as metal bands encircled her upper and lower arms, locking with a “snikt” and holding her fast. She screamed again as a band slid out of nowhere and locked her waist to the padded bar. Jake moved behind her and hit the remote again. Two long metal bars extended out from the back of the machine.
He punched the remote keys until the bars were spread wide apart and murmured to the Bot, “Fit her legs against them.”
Samantha felt her legs pulled wide apart and down and shrieked again in horror and fury. Her naked body was stretched over the machine, her bottom arched high, her sex and anus exposed. She had never felt such humiliation. She screamed obscenities at Jake and the Bot as metal bands slid out to encircle and lock down her thighs and calves.
She glowered at him, spitting fire. “What, you stretch me out until I can’t move so you can spank me? You think you can possibly spank harder than a Bot? You Pussy! You can’t even hold me down yourself?! You fucking LOSER!”
Jake ignored her and stood behind the machine typing in codes, when he was finished he moved around in front of her and hunkered down, looking at her until she raised her head and met his stern green gaze.
“I’m not touching you Sam. I won’t touch you until you beg me for it and quite frankly it is very possible that I might deny you my touch even then. You are a spoiled, nasty, bitch and you don’t deserve the effort it would take for me to spank you. And quite frankly, right this minute with all you have said, and with your current attitude, touching you would make my skin crawl.”
She gasped at that, her eyes wide. Hurt flooded in and she blinked back tears.
He watched her eyes pool impassively. “Your attitude will change this week-end whether you want it to or not, Samantha. If I see that you are making an effort you will be rewarded. If not, then I know how to punish you until you beg for another chance to show an effort. This is evolution one of your transformation. I’m not sure if you will enjoy it much, but I sure will.”
He put Jake 1 into sleep mode and reclined on his bed. With a click of the remote a small metal arm rose up behind her. She couldn’t see it and gasped as a self-lubricated something pressed against her tight anus. It started vibrating and feeding itself in. It was actually quite slender, but it didn’t feel that way. She squawked as an inch slid smoothly into her ass. The small, glass phallus stopped and merely vibrated. Jake had set it to feed in an inch every few minutes and then to simply stay stationary and vibrate.
She panted with fear as she watched him click the remote again. She couldn’t see the other two little metal arms as they raised up behind her. Thin square wooden paddles were at the end of each arm. She yelped when the first one struck her. The arms circled and moved, spanking different parts of her ass. The blows were certainly sharp and stung, but they weren’t the beating she though he would give her.
Jake rose off the bed after a few minutes and went to leave the room. She called out panicked, yelping as she was struck, keening as she felt another inch of smooth phallus slide into her ass, “Hey! Ow! Wait! Please! Jake! Nnnnnnn! Oh! Jake! Captain Navarro! Ow! Please! Sir! Please!”
He paused with his back to her at the “Sir” and cocked his head to show he was listening.
“Please! God! How long! Ow! How long are you…Ouch! Going to leave me in this…OW!…bloody thing!”
He turned his head toward her and drawled, “Well Director Waterson, I’ll tell you what. I’ll just double check the security on that roster list for you now. When I have all 322 names checked to your specifications, I’ll come back.”
She screamed, “NOOOOOOOOOOO!”
He ignored her and left the room, a small smile curving his lips at the sound of the regular “Smack!” sounds emanating from it. Jake had set the warm-up program for 30 minutes. He intended to make sure he was back in the room to watch her face as a thicker phallus actually fucked her ass and the moderate spanking program started.
He spent the next 27 minutes in his office, checking on any change of status of his Op. He was still cleared at stand by for another eleven days. He ambled back into his bedroom when he knew the programs would be switching. The first thing he noticed was her panicked look. The little paddles had folded back down and the slender glass phallus had removed itself from her ass. Another self-lubricating glass phallus was slowly working its way in. This one was the size of a man’s cock. He had set the safety to not insert more than seven inches, but he was fairly sure the stretching of her asshole was going to make her tongue come out of the side of her mouth.
He chuckled and murmured, settling on the bed, “Enjoying yourself, Samantha?”
The phallus had inserted itself to maximum depth and began to slowly thrust in and out of her. That was the cue for the two little arms and they raised behind her again, square thick leather paddles attached this time. They walloped her a lot harder than the other ones did and she yelped and dried out, “Please! Jake! Please!”
Jake ignored her and watched with a cool smile as the leather paddles spanked her ass hard. He watched closely for her sexual reaction to both the paddles and the phallus. She was panting in short order as the glass phallus moved in and out of her ass. He hit the remote, the phallus slowed down and the paddles sped up. She yelped and begged him for mercy but her pleas fell on deaf ears.
Jake continued to watch smiling as she panted and pleaded her way through the 30-minute moderate program. He had made sure that she never came to orgasm. When the little arms retreated and the phallus slowly eased out of her bottom she blew out a breath of relief. Her ass was burning and although she wanted more of the phallus she knew that Jake wouldn’t let her come. Her eyes grew wide as she felt a third thing nudge her asshole.
She squawked loudly as it worked itself in with tiny pushes. It felt *gigantic*. She begged frantically, “Please Jake! Please Sir! No! It’s too big! I know it! It will hurt me!”
Jake moved around in back of her and watched the 2.5-inch diameter glass cock feed itself slowly into her ass. “No it won’t, Princess. It has sensors. It will know if it is moving to fast or if you aren’t stretching to accommodate it. You are taking every inch of that fat boy.”
She keened and whined but again her protests fell on deaf ears. The attractive black-haired man watched as she indeed took the full seven inches of the phallus. She tried to squirm away, but she was only able to move her hips about a half-inch in any direction. Her eyes widened and she cried out as it started to pulse, sending shocking pleasure waves at regular intervals through her ass and loins.
Jake had used this method before with slavegirls that had low pain tolerances for spanking. He would lock a girl into a machine and gradually have her spanked harder and harder while a phallus buried deep in her rectum sent out energy pulses. It didn’t take long before conditioning set in and the slavegirls who could once barely take a hand spanking found them selves soaking wet and writhing when they were even *threatened* with a hard paddling.
He watched Sam’s eyes darken and glaze as the phallus did its job. The last stage had started and the two arms emerged again with heavier maple spanking squares. Each square had several beveled holes to add sting. He had programmed this stage at 30 minutes like the others.
Sam yelled as the first hard smack was delivered. Yeeouch! It stung like the devil and went deep! She quickly grew distressed as the paddle squares fell hard and fast all over her already blazing bottom. Every minute or so she would moan through her yelps and Jake knew the pulse was vibrating through her.
He settled on the bed again, noticing that her cries were no longer angry and full of obscenities. She was pleading with him five minutes into the spanking.
“Please God! Please! Sir! Captain! Please no MORE!” Then a long groan as her ass got buzzed.
Jake folded his arms behind his head and watched with lazy arousal as her bottom was justly punished and her cries became frantic and teary. The square maple paddles could not be stopped. It didn’t matter what she said or did, she was completely helpless and she could tell by the look on Jake’s face that she would get no quarter from him.
After 20 minutes of the treatment her loins felt like they would burst and she was crying from the pain of the spanking. Jake had programmed the sensors in the phallus well. If it felt her body tightening in preparation for orgasm it diminished its pulses. She was effectively being kept on the edge without being allowed to go over, and the paddles chastising her bouncing, fiery bottom just kept spanking and spanking.
After the 30-minute punishment stage was over she hung limply in her restraints, crying. Jake gave her a few minutes to recover then brought Jake 1 out of sleep mode. “Jake, Unfasten her and chain her to the slave ring at the foot of my bed.”
Sam looked up and noticed Jake’s large iron bed for the first time. It had a Fionian slave ring mounted on the iron-work of the footboard. Her body was throbbing with need but she weakly protested anyway, completely humiliated.
“You *can’t* chain me to a slave ring like some damn Fionian slavegirl! I’m a powerful politician! You can’t DO this!”
Jake murmured, “Jake 1 stop.” Then drawled to Sam, “Perhaps another hour on the machine will change your mind.”
She shrieked and immediately changed her tune, “Please Sir! NO! Please I’ll be Good! I won’t say a thing! I’ll be GOOD!”
His green gaze narrowed slightly and he turned her words to force a deeper submission, “If you want so badly to be chained to my slave ring then beg for it.”
She was angry about the trick but couldn’t risk another hour locked in the unmerciful machine. Her frantic voice keened out a whine, and cried out, “Please Sir! I beg to be chained to your slave ring! Please have pity and chain me to your slave ring!”
Jake nodded to Jake 1, “Insert the medium sized ridged plug into Samantha’s ass then take her off the machine and chain her at the foot of my bed.”
Sam didn’t dare say a word as she felt the Bot place the lubricated plug at her anus. It slipped in easily and she groaned in misery, her overheated loins wanting far more than just a filling plug. The Bot unfastened her, and Sam felt her naked body tossed onto Jake’s large bed. There was a short chain and a long chain attached to the ring.
Before the Bot could ask, Jake murmured, “Short chain, please.”
The American Director of the IEPA found herself naked, bare bottom blazing and stuffed, pussy soaking wet, chained at the foot of her whipping boy’s bed.
Jake undressed and spoke a command sending Jake 1 into sleep mode. As he slid under his covers he tossed the ends over her trembling body and murmured, “Get some sleep, Sam. You have a full day tomorrow.”
VIII. Saturday 4-21-74
Sam eased into wakefulness. Her hazel eyes opened slowly and she squirmed then whimpered as the plug shifted in her. Damn that man. Due to the plug filling her ass, his scent permeating the covers, and her naked chained state, he had managed to guarantee that she woke up already aroused and wet.
She turned her head with a hungry moan as she slowly struggled up to a hip, yelping as her bottom touched the covers. God it was still hot, and sorer than she had ever known it to be. Her eyes met a pair of amused green ones and she jumped in surprise. Jake was reclining on the bed, dressed casually in blue jeans, barefoot and bare-chested. His hair was still damp. It was the color of a raven’s wing. He was unbearably, unbelievably, unsurpassably sexy.
He murmured conversationally, “Would you like a shower and some breakfast?”
She dropped her eyes, her whole body trembling with lust, and whispered, “Yes, Please.”
He removed the chain from her collar ring and murmured, “You may remove the plug. Wash it in the sink before your shower and leave it there. Come to the kitchen after your shower, naked. Obey me exactly and you get breakfast. Defy me or forget anything that I have said and you will go hungry until this afternoon. Understood?”
She nodded. She desperately needed a shower and was absolutely starving. She would remember. “Yes, Sir. I understand.”
He gracefully got up and moved out of the room leaving her to make her way into the shower.
She joined Jake in the kitchen thirty minutes later. She was freshly scrubbed and her damp hair was the color of a lion’s mane. He regarded her as she stood basking in the warm light streaming through the window. She had raised her face to the sun and her skin glowed a soft gold, the silver of the collar and bands glinting. Her pink tipped breasts were soft and rounded, laying over the curve of her ribcage. Her waist dipped in and then flared out to nicely wide hips, the swell of her lower belly curving out over her obviously swollen and wet, hairless sex. Her bottom was full and round and plumped out over her soft thighs. The redness of it only made it more attractive. She really was a beautiful woman, with an incredibly sensual nature. Now if she could be made to be actually tolerable.
They sat quietly at the table and ate breakfast. She was squirming on the hard wooden seat of the chair, but she had learned enough the previous night to know not to complain. She knew she could defy him; refuse his food, curse him. Her pride wanted her to do just that, but if she was honest with herself she really didn’t want to. She had spent most of her time with Jake humiliated, howling with pain, and unbelievably aroused. She was sure she could never say it out loud, but she wanted more. She wanted him. She wanted to find out what he would do next. And, she was fucking *starving.*
She thanked him politely for the coffee, flattered and surprised that he knew she took it sweet and light. At the first bite of the Western omelet she moaned happily. Jake grinned and cocked an eyebrow at her. He chuckled as she wolfed down the rest of the omelet.
Her tone was genuinely grateful when she murmured, “That was so good. Thank you.”
He leaned back in his chair with his brows raised. That had been a completely unconditioned, unconscious, civil tone. He gave her a genuine smile back, “You’re very welcome, Sam.”
Her breath caught and her fork froze in midair. He had never smiled like that at her before. Like he was enjoying her company. Like he was pleased with her. It lit up his whole face, and as attractive as he was when he was growling, he was ten times that when he smiled. She almost felt like crying, but the heat flooding her loins won out over sentimentality. She put down her fork and took a huge risk. “Will you, will you…touch me today…like maybe, now?”
He murmured, “You want me to touch you?”
She moaned, “Oh God, yes.”
His green eyes grew smoky and she felt the Fionian Master come back, “Then beg for it.”
She whimpered and eased her sore bottom off of her chair, dropping to her knees facing him, “Please. Please, Sir. I beg you to touch me. I beg you to use me.”
He shook his head and spoke in a casual tone. “Oh no. You haven’t even come close to earning that. If I touch you it will be to spank you. If you want me to touch you then beg to be spanked.”
She wailed, “No! Please! PLEASE! I can’t be spanked anymore! I can’t! I’m too sore! Please!”
He shrugged, “Ok, then you don’t get touched.”
She wailed again, “Please! I need it! I’ve never been kept in this state! I can’t stand it! I never programmed the Bot to do these kinds of things! I have to have it!”
His voice was casual, “Tough.”
She whined again, “Ok…ok…but, But if I beg for a spanking…it can’t be too hard…and you have to use me after.”
He barked out a laugh and cocked his head, “What are we, ‘best girlfriends’ here? I have news for you Princess, this isn’t an ‘Ok, I’ll take the blue top and you can have the red shoes’ moment. I couldn’t care less about what you think you need. You seem to be operating under the mistaken assumption that this is a democracy. Look at yourself, Sam. Look at where you are. This is not a Negotiation. You get what I choose to give you. Consider yourself lucky that I gave you a chance to beg for touch at all.” He made a disgusted noise in his throat and got up, heading for the living room.
Sam’s body was on fire. The Bot could never in her wildest dreams pull off the kind of dominance Jake exuded. She had realized several times that she had no control over the situation, but every time it hit her that she was absolutely helpless it surprised her. She just wasn’t used to it. Jake’s uncompromising dominance made her more frightened and more wet that she had ever been in her 33 years of existence.
Her voice was hoarse, “Please. Please stop, Sir.”
Jake paused half way out of the kitchen and rocked back on one leg to look around the half wall separating it from the living room.
“I…I…I’ve been a very bad girl, Sir. I beg you to spank me.”
He looked at her with that maddeningly calm expression for a moment then walked off toward his bedroom. Her head dropped in defeat and she put her face in her hands. She had blown it by being demanding. She raised her head a moment later when he stepped back into the kitchen. He came back! She smiled happily in relief until she saw the hairbrush in his hand. Oh God. He came back.
Jake had to suppress a smile as he watched the emotions on her face. He dropped back into his chair and moved it away from the table, placing the hairbrush on the tabletop within reach. Then he grabbed her. For two seconds she felt elated. For the first time ever, other than a cursory handshake back in the office, he had put his hands on her! Then she was face down over his knee. Oh fuck.
Jake didn’t bother scolding or lecturing or talking. He didn’t bother caressing or rubbing or stroking. He simply sat in his chair as the morning sun streamed in and gave her the spanking of her life.
It was *worse* than that infernal machine. His hand cracked down on her bouncing, naked bottom again and again. She thrashed and begged, but he completely ignored her. He was absolutely silent as he transferred her to his left thigh and locked his right over her knees, absolutely silent as he trapped her hands in the small of her back, absolutely silent as his palm “Cracked!” time and time again against her vulnerable, rounded flesh like a pistol shot, while her frantic cries bounced off the walls.
She begged, she protested, she pleaded to appease him, but nothing stopped his swiftly descending palm. He locked down and spanked her hot, sore ass for a full thirty minutes saying absolutely nothing. Then he picked up the brush.
She shrieked in panic. “GOD NO! PLEASE NO! PLEASE SIR NO!”
She howled in pain and frustration as he stayed completely silent and started the most unspeakable paddling she had ever experienced.
He bounced the back of the hardwood brush off her squirming, flaming bottom until she thought she would go out of her mind. She begged, shrieking, over and over to be allowed to appease him but he didn’t answer her. He just worked that awful brush over every inch of burning, stinging bottom flesh she had. There was absolutely no way she could stop him. She quit begging about 15 minutes into the hairbrush spanking and just sobbed, hanging limp over his left thigh. He continued to paddle her brick-red ass for another five minutes then stopped. He could feel the heat radiating off her bare bottom from six inches away and placed a hand on one well-chastised globe, letting it warm his palm.
When he spoke it was in a conversational tone, “It occurs to me that you seem to think I’m a Bot.”
She heard him through her tears and sniffled, “Wh…what?”
He spoke again slowly as if she was touched in the head, “I said, it occurs to me that you seem to think I’m a Bot. After all, you called out your program phrase about a hundred times. I don’t respond to program phrases, Princess. If you had not tried that crap with me, your spanking would have been over with a half hour ago.”
She groaned, God. What was she, a mind reader? Her voice was teary, “I don’t understand…I don’t understand.”
He sighed, “Whenever you wanted your Bot to stop the spanking you begged to appease him. Now if this is just part of your submission, fine. But you have conditioned yourself to get exactly what you want through attitude with humans and through programming phrases with Bots. I, Samantha, am not a Bot. Therefore when I heard you use the programming phrase I knew I needed to prove that to you. Do you understand now?”
She hung over his knees and cried. That was exactly what she had been doing. Her voice was small and teary when she answered, “Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir.”
Jake murmured in a low tone, “So the only question left is are you actually that desperate to appease me?”
She leapt on the crumb he threw her, “Yes, Sir. God, yes. Please! I beg to appease you.”
He purred out a growl, “Get on your knees.”
She moaned and slid off of his lap, wincing, her eyes smoky with submission. She faced him kneeling, her thigh muscles straining as she held her bottom up off of her heels.
He leaned down and took her chin in his hand, “Remember Sam, I’m not a Bot. This isn’t two minutes of cock sucking then being sexually serviced by a creature with no bodily fluids. You will service me, and learn what I like. You will attend the entire area.” He looked directly into her eyes and said pointedly, “You will Suck My Cock until I *come* in your mouth. And then you will swallow. Do this without complaint and you will be rewarded. Whine about it for a second and the spanking you just received will be a cakewalk compared to the one I give you. Is. That. Clear?”
She whimpered in fear, “Yes Sir…but…but may I ask a question?”
He murmured, “Yes.”
She stammered her eyes lowered, “I don’t…I don’t know if…what I know how to do will please you. I promise I…won’t complain…but…are you going to…to punish me if I…if I don’t do it right?”
He looked at the top of her head and slowly smiled. That was an honest question and a rather smart one. If she kept it up he might actually believe there was a warm human being under there. “I will correct you if you aren’t performing to my expectations. But your corrections will be swift and short. And as long as you don’t complain or whine, you can make as many mistakes as it takes and still will not be denied your reward. Do you have any other questions?”
She shook her head, “No, Sir”
He unbuckled his belt and watched her tremble her eyes regarding him surreptitiously. He had seen her watch the Bot take off his belt in some of the previous scenes he had watched and decided to give her the full erotic experience. He slowly pulled it from its loops with a strong, smooth extension of his arm. She watched the muscles move in his hard chest and sculpted arm, moaning softly as the sound of the whispering leather hit her ears. Her whole body was shuddering and he filed the information without saying a word. His fingers flicked through the button fly of his jeans and he stripped them off, his powerful body now naked standing above her kneeling form.
He murmured, “Appease me.”
She took his rampant cock in her mouth, experimentally lapping at it. His skin tasted like salt and sandalwood. His scent was indescribable. It was earthy, and purely male. She lapped his shaft wetting it thoroughly then went down to his balls and mouthed them gently. She returned her attentions to his shaft and raised a hand to encircle it. She instantly found herself bent, forehead to the floor with his hand at the back of her neck. The hairbrush flashed down on her raised bottom three times hard and fast and she yelped loudly. Just as swiftly she was released.
She heard him murmur, “You never use your hands to help your mouth unless I tell you to. Continue.”
She trembled and put her mouth back on his cock, taking the shaft in as deep as she could take it and sliding her lips back off of it. He allowed this to continue for a few moments then put her forehead back on the floor, whacking her fiery bottom another three times.
When he released her she waited shaking, not knowing what she had done wrong.
He spoke in a low, soothing tone. “It’s not how much of my cock you can get in your mouth. You will get better at that with practice. It’s about suction and friction. Don’t just slide me in and out of your lips. Feel me. Feel the texture, give me a soft friction.”
She breathed out in relief. Her attention had been so focused on controlling her gag reflex she couldn’t think of anything else. She tried again, only taking about an inch in past the head. She let her tongue slide over it and worked her lips around the flesh, tasting and feeling the texture. She sucked her soft inner mouth in creating a pressure for him, then worked just the few inches in and out of her mouth space. She thought she would die with happiness when she heard him gasp and groan low.
She decided to take a risk. He had spanked her for using her hands on the shaft, but had said nothing about using then elsewhere. She brought a tentative hand up and stroked between his thighs, caressing the soft flesh of balls. She kept her lips and inner mouth working while she gently stimulated him with her palm and fingers. His cock leapt in her mouth and he groaned, “Good Sam. That’s very good.”
Sam kept working his cock. And it actually *was* work. She was aroused as anything, but this took finesse, stamina, and concentration. It also took muscles in her jaw that she had never used before. She was tiring.
He felt it and murmured, “You can use your hand along with your mouth now. Wet your palm with your tongue.”
She licked her palm thoroughly and encircled his shaft at the root. She gripped him firmly and moved her hand up and down with her mouth. She had only done this a few minutes when she felt his entire groin tighten.
His voice was hoarse when he spoke, “I’m going to come, Princess. Keep your mouth on my cock and just reflexively swallow. Don’t keep the fluid in your mouth.”
In another few seconds he groaned and came, his hands fisting softly in her hair. She was surprised but did as he instructed, and reflexively swallowed a few times. That wasn’t as difficult or gross as she thought it would be. She trembled and rested her head against his thighs, her whole body burning.
He shuddered for a moment then murmured, “Nicely done, Sammy.”
She felt warmed by the affectionate nickname and chanced a look at him. He green eyes were ocean colored smoke, the arousal in them all consuming. A shock of black hair hung in front of them and he looked at her from behind it. He looked feral, like an untamable creature. Her empty sex clenched and she moaned in an aroused misery of need.
He stepped back after a moment and murmured huskily, “Follow me.”
She followed him into the living room, where he grabbed a bottle of something and sat on the couch. He murmured, “Lay across my lap, Princess.”
She almost protested, but bit it back. If he wanted to spank her again, she couldn’t stop him, and she didn’t want to anger him again. She was warmed by the knowledge that he was pleased with her and longed for more affection from him.
She obediently draped herself over his lap, resting her torso and legs comfortably on the couch, gasping as she felt a cool gel being smoothed on her bottom. It felt good, soothing. She tried to ignore the fact that this simple thing was her reward instead of sexual use. She tried to simply enjoy the gift, but she was near tears because of frustration.
He rubbed the gel into her rounded flesh for several minutes, caressing and stroking her punished cheeks. Her whole body was throbbing with need and she froze, not daring to breath when he murmured, “Are you ready for your reward, woman?”
She managed to whisper, “Yes, Sir.”
His voice was a smooth purr, “Get on your knees, forehead to the floor, ass in the air.”
She dropped to the floor immediately and did as he instructed. He sat on the couch and lazily stroked his hardening cock. Her position worked up his lust, and in a few moments he was rigid again.
She heard him growl, “Reach back and part your cheeks, Princess.”
She was too aroused to be embarrassed although somewhere within her a dying Ice Queen shrieked with outrage. She did as he ordered, exposing her still slightly distended asshole.
He lubricated his cock and dropped behind her. How many times he had fantasized about this he didn’t even know anymore. She was just as wanton and hungry as he had hoped she would be.
He fed his cock slowly into her ass, pausing a few times to let her get used to his size. She took every inch of him and moaned when his groin lay flush against her hindquarters. He moved slowly at first, his cock pumping smoothly in and out of her clutching anus. He increased his speed as he felt her body open inside and was soon reaming her ass hard, slamming his hips into her heated bottom.
She thrashed and moaned under him, panting out her gratitude to him for finally taking her.
He rocked his torso forward as his cock hammered her ass and growled into her ear, “What’s it like, Princess? Being with a real man? Does a Bot sweat and come and snarl? Does he bite the back of your neck when he comes, claiming you as his? He doesn’t, does he? Because *it* can’t come. It can’t engage like this. It doesn’t feel the orgasm smashing through its body; joining flesh to flesh, human to human.”
His last words were a snarl as he felt the muscles of her ass clench around his cock and throb rhythmically in orgasm.
She started screaming reflexively, trying to hear his low husky voice over her cries of pleasure. He bit at her shoulder, growling inarticulately and trying to hold back his orgasm through her wild bucking. He barely managed to hang onto his control and waited a few minutes, just slamming her ass before leaning forward again.
His voice was a hoarse snarl, “Well, Sweetheart? I want to know. What does it feel like with a man inside of you? A man you can’t control, you can’t manipulate, you can’t tame or order around like a lap dog. A man who is going to *fuck* you until you can’t even remember your own *name*.”
That was it. She lost it again, another orgasm slamming through her at his words. She screamed, “GOD JAKE GOD! AIIIGH!” Thrashing as the pleasure swept over her.
His head jerked forward and he latched his teeth on the back of her neck holding her fast with his mouth as his orgasm rushed up and crested over him like a storm wave. His whole body shuddered under the onslaught as he roared through his clenched teeth. When it started to ebb he slowly released her neck, his tongue gently lapping at the indentations there.
She lay, shaking violently, beneath his body, her whole world crashing around her head. She had never had a lover make her feel this way. Never had a bot who could do what he had just done. She felt like she was turned inside out.
Jake eased his weight off of her and brought her up with him, resting her bottom against his thighs, his emptied cock still impaling her. They sat like that for a few minutes recovering before he gently lifted her off and murmured, “Let’s take a nap.”
She was only slightly disappointed when he chained her to the slave ring on his footboard. They slept for the rest of the afternoon.
That evening they rose and fed. She was too quiet for him to actually gauge whether or not she was pleasant company, but he enjoyed her presence all the same. He didn’t force her to speak. She had done well and come far. She was obviously contemplating her new position, figuring out what her desire and her submission meant to her. It was part of the process and he respected it.
She made a mistake and balked, protesting, when he ordered her over his knee after dinner.
Her hazel eyes had grown large when after her refusal he had looked at her coldly and dragged her to the bedroom.
She spent the next hour chained over the footboard of his bed with her legs spread wide and a thick plug stretching her ass, howling as his belt whipped her bottom mercilessly. One thing she had learned, no matter how much she begged or shrieked, he didn’t soften the blows or stop until he wanted to. She wailed apologies until her voice was hoarse, but her flaming ass still took stroke after hard stroke with his supple, black belt.
She sobbed out an apology after he stopped and found her mouth full of his cock again. She remembered the lessons from earlier in the day and did not repeat any mistakes. He pulled his cock out of her mouth before he came this time, and rewarded her efforts by putting her on her back.
When he slid deeply into her sex she thought time had stopped. He wasn’t gentle. He had lingering annoyance over her whining protest earlier and manhandled her body, but she loved every second of it. She had never been as wet and hungry as she had in the last 24 hours. He pounded her sex while she screamed incoherently, and he came with a savage growl as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
After they recovered she was completely shocked to find herself looking at the floor, her bottom high over his knee. He couldn’t be serious! She kept her mouth shut and hoped it was a test. It wasn’t. Her bottom was so sensitive a fingernail brush made her groan, and yet it managed to take another half hour of his large, hard palm crashing against it without her actually dying.
Nothing existed to her any more but sensation. Burning pain, desperate hunger, and unbelievable pleasure. She had no idea what time it was or what day it was. She became what he was forcing upon her burning flesh. Her body just melded into it until she couldn’t feel the separation any more.
Jake stopped the spanking when his palm was worn out. It was late. Somehow the entire day had gone by without him noticing the passage of time. He chained her to his slave ring again and fell naked into bed. He was asleep before she dared to snuggle up to feet. She fell as swiftly as he into a dream state, her whole body still throbbing.
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