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Copyright ©2005 by Debbie Fritter
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2005 by Debbie Fritter
"Push the button, instant ejaculation." Do I have your attention? New erotic writer Debi Wilder got mine with that opening line of Chapter One of S.P.A.R., her debut erotic romance. Better yet, she kept my attention through the entire story.
Enter the world of the future. All sexual contact has been outlawed by the World Government. Procreation of perfect humanoids is done by Spermdroids and Uteroids. There are no more pure humans. Or are there?
Reola Clark is Head Sperm Technician for S.P.A.R., Sperm Pollination Alternative Resources. Fearful of breaking laws, she resists the all too human feelings that shiver through her every time Stu Whitager comes around. Stu, on the other hand, is a bit more of a rogue. But then, he knows something Re doesnt and, come her impending thirtieth birthday, hes going to share his secret with her.
S.P.A.R. is an interesting cautionary tale of suppressed emotions and sexuality in the future played out by an engaging hero and heroine. If you are looking for a fast-paced, sexy read with a sound plot that contains some unexpected twists, S.P.A.R. is the book for you. I hope to see more juicy morsels from Debi Wilder.
Reviewed by Roxi Romano, author of FANTASIES R US. Visit her web site at www.RoxiRomano.homestead.com
To Elaine, for all the research material and to my husband, Randy, for believing we dont have to try everything in those books.
"What the? Jules!"
Jules Clark ran into the room her husband had been rifling through for the past hour. It was one of the many "forbidden" areas totally off limits to the sperm technicians of S.P.A.R. That was until Miles found a key taped under one of the old cabinets marked "PG 101" and feverishly set about trying every door in the collection room to see which lock it fit.
"Are you okay?" Jules knelt next to her husband her hand on his shoulder.
"You ... you ... oh Jules, you wont believe." His laughter filled her with alarm as he held up a tattered black book. "Look at what Ive found. Its all here, every bit of information on sexual relations we were led to believe impossible between a man and woman."
Miles quickly tossed the tattered book back inside the dust covered cardboard box and it fell open to reveal a shocking photo. Jules looked at the color photo of a naked woman laying on her back, legs wrapped around an equally naked man with his penis jammed right up into her vagina. The close-up not only dazed her, it sent her own private region into twitching fits.
She slanted a sidelong glance at Miles, knowing her life mate well enough to realize he shook with anticipation not only from his find, but also from the graphic pictures on the book pages. The sparkle in his eye revealed an excitement she hadnt seen in a long time, and it worried her.
"Miles, youve got to destroy this. Theyll send us to Outer Siberia if they know we found this, this stuff." Jules paced around the small room. They needed to act quickly or suffer the consequences. As exciting as the find was, the box of contraband spelled one thing ... trouble.
"Ive got the perfect place to hide them, Jules. Only you and I will know about the books and video tapes..."
Jules knelt, opened the box and shuffled through its contents. "No! Miles, we cant risk taking this information home with us. You cant be serious." There were books called Romantic Fantasies & Other Sexy Ways of Expressing Your Love, The Slave and The Loving Dominant, but the one that interested her the most was the little red one by the name of 203 Ways to Drive a Man Wild in Bed. The aspect of driving her man crazy sounded interesting, even to her virgin body, which acted anything but virginal at the moment. A twitching between her legs pulsed, feeling like moisture had seeped out from her regions. She couldnt put a name to the feeling, except it felt delicious.
"You like that one?"
Jules looked up to see the feverish look of a wild animal waiting for mating season to start in her husbands eyes. The fiery glint sent harder and quicker pricks to her private area that shed been trained to believe was used only for expulsion. How could such a meaningless object as a book cause a reaction in her Miles could detect?
They may have been the last to be conceived without the assistance of droids, but theyd been the first to be raised under new methods. And those methods didnt include having the feelings her body sent her right now.
Miles picked up a book with a photograph of a woman and a baby on it by a physician named Dr. Peabody. She looked over Miles shoulder as he flipped through the pages, then stopped at the centerfold. Again, a woman lay flat on her back, a sheet draped over her legs, and a rather large object looked to be protruding from her waste area. The caption read "Woman giving birth to healthy baby boy".
Jules sat back on her butt, took a deep breath, and felt a tear slip down her cheek. "Thats not a uterdroid, is it Miles?"
"Not according to that caption. This means it is possible to have a child grow in a human body, Jules. Weve been talking about a child, and..."
"No way, Miles. Its too dangerous."
"But worth every second of that danger. It would truly be a part of us, not a premanufactured makeup of what we think our child would be like. I think Rand and Deb would help us. Rand said theyve been talking about a baby now that theyve reached the acceptance qualifications. There might be a way we could..."
"We dont even know where to begin such a process. We dont know anything but collection tubes and injecting the specimens into the uterdroids."
"Yes we do." Miles patted the box and smiled.
33 years later...
"Push the button, instant ejaculation."
Reola Clark readied yet another in a long line of collection tubes containing Andrew Fives specimen. As Head Sperm Technician for S.P.A.R., Sperm Pollination Alternative Resources, Re often wondered how her grandmothers before her ever had children. She couldnt imagine a foreign substance in her body or to willingly give up her bodys nourishments to another being. The thought sent scorching shivers through her until they settled just past her stomach.
This was exactly why S.P.A.R. had been founded a century ago. Women didnt want to disfigure their bodies any longer, and it was a way for the World Government to control the population. Only those in the upper realm of society could afford to have pollinated children. Andrew Five was a favorite among S.P.A.R. clients as well as the most expensive.
His ancient looks and loving manner had been well established at the time of his production. Lifelike to the touch, Andrew Five was anything but human. His purpose, as well as the other spermdroids, was to produce its own unique blend of synthetic sperm. Then to be matched with the uterdroid whose synthetic egg closely matched the desires of the clients in a child.
Re herself was an offspring of a sperm/uterdroid couple thirty years ago. Charlie One and Lydia Two were the top of the line in the reproduction business at the time. It was when actual human sperm and eggs were used well before the chemical reproduction of synthetic sperm and eggs were starting to be developed and tested fifty years ago.
"Come on, big boy, this will make number thirty-six for you today." Re placed the lip of the tube at the tip of the artificial penis. Pressing the sperm button, she waited for the latex member to become engorged then make a creamy white deposit into the tube.
"If this is how those before me became pollinated there would have been less disease in the world. What do you think, Andrew?" She looked into the droids expressionless face. "Were the species of hundreds of years ago as cold as you are? Or was there an ancient forbidden excitement in the process?"
"That kind of question could put in you in danger, Re."
Stu Whitagers voice came dangerously close to her ear. The heat of his breath singed through her body, causing a sensation of those once unfamiliar feelings in her deepest region to spring up again. Over the past year, whenever Stu came around her, warm shivers flowed through her body. At first, she thought there was something wrong and it frightened her, until she realized it wasnt a constant feeling.
Re removed the filled tube as nonchalantly as humanly possible. She placed it next to the thirty-five others, then set the timer to five minutes for the next specimen. Andrew Five needed time to recoup from the experience. The programmers had yet to find a way to have the specimens cum quickly one after another. Shed heard that it was once the same in human reproduction; the human male species always needed time to recover while the female seemed to be ready for more.
"Stu, how do you do that?" she asked, placing a label on the next container.
"Sneak up on you? Or cause that scent to come from your body?"
Re looked up from her notes, meeting whiskey colored eyes filled with something she couldnt define. Stu was a few years her senior, stood about five foot nine with hair the color of gold. The beige S.P.A.R. lab coat hung off his shoulders and ended just above his knees.
"What scent might that be, Stu?"
Stu moved to the other side of the collection table and faced her. "The one of a woman in heat."
"What would you know of such unspoken things? Theres no written word on the subject, Stu." Re pushed the button and waited for Andrew Five to make another deposit.
"Isnt there, Re? How can you be so sure?"
Re placed tube thirty-seven next to tube thirty-six. "You know there isnt. All printed text on old-fashion pollination was destroyed in the fire fifty years ago."
"Thats what S.P.A.R. says, Re. I know otherwise."
"You must be making that up, Stu. Lydia Two was pollinated by Charlie One to produce. I am the result of that pollination. Lydia Two gave me the nourishment I needed to grow and form within her artificial womb. There is no other way in the world and we both know it. Nothings about to change, Stu."
"Suit yourself, Re. There once was a different way filled with pleasure and warmth."
Stu touched Andrew Fives arm, "Andrew, youre finished here." Reacting to the touch of Stus hand and the sound of his voice, the spermdroid glided behind Stu and followed him toward the door.
Re watched Stu and Andrew Five leave the collection center. Stu forever talked about forbidden things from past centuries. If their parents hadn't been such good friends, Re would have reported his unlawful suggestions to the authorities weeks ago.
Re prepared the next set of collection tubes as John Three glided through the automatic doors. Writing the date, time and spermdroid's name on the labels, she looked up at John Three.
"Well, J3, do you think Stu has flipped or were there really such books?" she asked, pressing the sperm button.
As the tube filled with manufactured sperm, Re laughed out loud.
"What a silly notion, women becoming pollinated by men. Thered be no possible way for it to happen without a button to push, or a way to collect the sperm."
Taking the full collection, Re placed the label around the tube and prepared the next one from the tray Stu brought in moments ago. The lab overhead light reflected off a piece of metal stuck under some of the specimen containers, capturing her attention.
Re put down the tube, followed by several more until the object became exposed. The object was a small silver key. She lifted the key from its hiding place, turning the cool metal over. Engraved on the other side was "PG 101."
Turning the key over again, Re jumped when the timer buzzed for the next collection of John Three. Re set the key down, placed the glass tube at the tip of the latex penis and pushed the button. As the creamy liquid spurted out, her attention focused in on the mysterious key.
How had it gotten on the tray? Maybe the better question was, who put it there? What does PG 101 mean? The only one to bring the trays to her for the past few hours was Stu. Had he placed the key there or had someone else in an attempt to test her loyalty to S.P.A.R.?
Nerves popping through her circuits, Re looked around the room to make sure she was indeed alone, then slipped the key into her lab jacket.
Stu stood at the door watching Re through the plexiglass window, the ache in his engorged cock throbbing against his BVDs. Hed never had her, yet couldnt get enough of her. Ever since they were children, he had known they were different and meant to be together. Now shed reached her thirtieth birthday and would discover what hed known for fifteen years, the pleasures the human body had to offer.
The inherited box of contraband came with a key and the promise to find a way to have a child of his own with Re. First, hed have to convince her it would be the right thing to do, discovering their bodies and each other.
Hed seen the videos and read the books left in his care by their parents. More than once hed closed his eyes, placing his hand over the hard bulge in his pants and imagined it was Res hand teasing his organ.
"Whitager, whats so interesting?"
Stu jumped in surprise, "Geez, Bailey. You scared the crap out of me. I was just returning Andrew Five to the droid station."
"Hmm, you expect me to believe that, then youre sadly mistaken." Bailey crowded in next to Stu where he too would be able to get a good look at Re. "You were watching her again, werent you?"
"Guilty as charged. Shes always there, you know. Always occupying every thought of every second in every day. Always has been, always will be."
"Just dont get caught at it, or youll end up in Outer Siberia like your parents. I wont always be the one to save you, Stu." Baileys warning was something Stud heard on more than one occasion. It was what he worried about most, being separated from Re for the rest of his life.
"Much like you and Andi, my friend."
"And thats one of our many little secrets, my friend." Bailey waved, then disappeared around the corner. He was right. If caught, Stus carelessness where Re was concerned would put him in an unhealthy situation. Castration and banishment didnt top his list of things to accomplish in his life.
Stu took one last look at Re finishing up in the collection center. The ache in his loins passed up to his heart with a longing for what he wanted to possess. She had been promised to him before shed uttered her first word. Their parents made a pact through their children that theyd know what it was like to feel the human touch of sensual love. That through them, the human race would begin its uphill climb back into society.
Tapping Andrew Five on the shoulder, Stu sauntered down the hallway to the spermdroid holding room with the spermdroid on his heels.
Re placed the last of the collection tubes in the tray. Once again, she picked up the mysterious key turning it over. Her thoughts drifted to the multitude of possibilities it represented.
The possibility Stu had placed the key in the tray didnt make sense to her. Unless, of course, he secretly worked for security and shed come up for the loyalty testing. Yet, she couldnt imagine him doing such a thing to her, or anyone else for that matter.
Even so, it could be a plant from S.P.A.R. security. Shed heard they did things like this to test the technicians. It was rumored that years ago a spermdroid technician had found a key and then went against World Law to discover what it fit. Thats where the rumor ended. No one ever knew what happened to the technician or the key.
The smooth key warmed to her skin as she rubbed it repeatedly between her fingers. Could this be the same key? Not possible, it was too shiny and new looking to be as old as the story. Then theres the engraving and its meaning.
It looked like it might fit a lock to a chest, not a door. Who would have such a chest to keep out of the hands of World Law and S.P.A.R.? Whoever it was, trusted her to keep their secret and the key in safekeeping. Shed have to figure out if she could trust Stu and ask him what he thought of the entire matter.
"Re, is John Three ready to go back to the holding center?" Stus voice whispered so close she felt the warmth of his breath on her ear.
"Ah, yeah." Re slipped the key back into her lab coat pocket and handed the tray to Stu. "I was just getting the tray ready for the cool storage." Here it comes again, that surge of heat when hes near me. I wish I knew what it meant and why it happens only when Stus around me. If only my parents were here to explain it all, then maybe Id understand whats happening to me. But my parents wouldnt know anything about it anyway; they only donated their sperm and eggs for my creation.
"Is anything wrong? You seem a little on the edge."
"Really, Im fine, just a little tired is all." Pushing the tray toward him, she slid to the end of the counter away from his heat.
"Why dont you finish up here then and meet me back at my apartment? A glass of wine would be good for you right now ... make you relax a bit." Stu picked up the tray, then tapped John Three on the shoulder.
"Ill think about it. Night, Stu."
"See you later then, Re. Ill have dinner waiting for you." Stu walked toward the door, a specimen tray in hand and spermdroid in tow.
He paused for a moment. "Happy birthday, Re." Stu then slipped through the doorway and out of her sight without another word.
For what seemed like the hundredth time, Stu glanced at the digital built-in wall clock. Pacing the floor of his living room, he listened to the silence, hating the empty sound of it surrounding him. The sweet aroma of Crushed Almond Salmon filtering from the kitchen reminded him that if Re didnt show up soon, hed be eating fish for the next few days.
The dining room table hosted his parents best china and crystal with silver flatware alongside the bone white dinner plates. Two blood red tapers in silver candlesticks stood waiting to shed glowing wicks on the room.
A red metallic package sat on the dinner plate where Re would be sitting. The gift would be the first step toward her sexual liberation. He didnt know exactly what it contained, only that it was the first of many learning tools passed on to Re from her parents. He suspected the gifts were much the same as his had been when hed turned thirty.
Would she accept them, or use the contraband against him? Hed rather she used the techniques demonstrated on the pages on him more than anything else.
"Reola Clark" the computerized identification door to his quarters announced as it slid open without a sound.
Re stepped through the gleaming doorway. Her hair hung in loose waves past her shoulders and the black one-piece jump suit hugged the curves of her body. A silver chain circled her waist, the angle accenting her hourglass figure.
Stu took a deep breath and moved into the main room of his quarters. "Glad to see you could make it, Re." The hardness between his legs grew with fire and intensity.
"Smells good, Stu."
"The fish, or me?" He came close enough to wrap her in his arms. Close enough for her to see his raw desire for her if shed only lower her eyes, but she wouldnt. She didnt know what to look for, or what the throbbing bulge meant in the first place. Or what the ache of desire felt like, but she would soon enough.
Re stepped around him, tossing her access badge on one of the sofa end tables. "You did shower, didnt you?"
"Are you offering to assist if I hadnt?"
Re sent him a look that burned right through him. If only she knew that sensual look sent waves shooting through him, causing his manhood to twitch and strain further against its encasement.
Re walked into the dining room, the firmness of her backside flexing at him like a beacon in the night. Stu sighed inwardly and held his breath a moment to take control of his body.
"Smells like somethings burning, Stu."
"Shit!" He raced into the kitchen and threw open the oven door. "Not a total loss, a little brown around the edges but still edible."
He pulled the glass container from the heat taking it straight to the table where Re sat looking at the package on her plate.
"That can wait, Re. Weve got to eat now." He returned to the kitchen and retrieved the entrées keeping warm in the microwave.
Stay calm, take a deep breath and get it started. Theres a promise to be fulfilled, slow and easy. He lit the candles and flipped off the lights. The room silhouetted in shadows, a sensual veil draped over them as music played softly in the background.
Res hands shook and her heart hammered so hard against her chest she could hardly breathe. Slipping a finger under the wax seal resembling the Ying Yang sign, she popped open the envelope, pulled the yellowed note from its hiding place and read the scrolled words out loud.
"Happy Birthday, Reola. Todays the day you turn thirty. Im sorry we couldnt be there to celebrate with you. By now, youve found the key, havent you? We know you have, Stus kept his promise. Dont be afraid, little one. You have the ability to unlock your secret doors. Trust Stu, hell be there to guide you. Love, Mommy and Daddy."
Re slipped her hand into her pant pocket and pulled out the key shed found earlier in the day. As it had done before, it warmed to her touch.
She held the key up to Stu. "What is this, Stu? A setup to test my loyalty?"
"Its a key, Re. A key that opens all the wonders your parents and mine want us to know and experience for ourselves. They want you and me to share what they shared. Something so spectacular and fulfilling that World Law doesnt want the population to know about it." Stu stood over Re, examining her movements. It made her nervous with him standing like a sentinel over her. For as long as she could remember, hed never been far from her side.
The warmth of his nearness traveled down her spine and took claim in her private regions. He leaned down and placed his hand over hers, igniting a heated throb between her legs. The sensation excited and scared her at the same time.
"I know its a key. I can plainly see that. Whats this note about?" She shoved the paper in his face, her anger and curiosity getting the better of her. "Another plant, Stu? Are you working undercover and Im on the list?"
"Undercover? Youve got to be kidding me." Stu took a deep breath and stepped away from her. "Its a note from your parents, Re. You were very young when they were sent away."
"They died while I was in the uterdroid, Stu. Thats what my official papers say."
"Theyre falsified, Re. Its what S.P.A.R. does when one of its own strays over the line of World Law. I was lucky enough to have been a few years older than you when they took both our parents away. But not before Mother and Father gave me an envelope not to open until I was thirty." Stu ran his hand through his hair.
"In that envelope was a note very similar to yours. The difference being that it held a key. That key, Re. It was to be passed to you on your thirtieth birthday, which is today."
Re rubbed the metal object between her forefinger and thumb. Could what Stu said be the truth? It would be suicide to even entertain such thoughts, let alone believe them. S.P.A.R. had been her home and her only way of life for as long as she remembered. Shed been taken care of and trained to uphold the laws of the World Government or risk being banished.
"Our parents were the last humans who could actually have sex."
"Have sex?" Her mind raced through the lessons shed learned about human life before hers. She didnt recall anything regarding sex and its meaning.
"Sex, the joining of the male organ and female organ. The result is pleasurable and exciting. People of past generations used the act as a show of love for their mate and to recreate the species."
"I remember the lessons on what primitive life was like then, but not on how recreation was accomplished."
"The act of sex between a man and a woman was sometimes used only for pleasure, and not always with the same person."
The words went into her mind, their meaning totally escaping her. Sex, the joining of the male penis into the female vagina? If the human male penis was the same size as that of the spermdroids, well such an object couldnt fit into the small channel of a woman. It was ... unthinkable!
"Stu, are you sure these notes were really from our parents and its not a setup by security?"
"God, Re. I saw my father write the note and my mother put it in the envelope just hours before they were taken away. Your parents were right there with them, as they always were. They were best friends." Stu stomped across the room and stood over her once again.
"Im sorry. I didnt mean to imply. Youve been talking about this little fantasy of yours so long, you believe it, Stu."
"Yes, you did. Always the cautious one. Always afraid of feeling what you were meant to feel." She truly didnt mean to ruin dinner. How could she believe what he tried to tell her? She needed more evidence, then shed make her final assessment.
The fury in his eyes wasnt full-blown, but it smoldered just below the boiling point. She didnt want him mad at her. They were like brother and sister, yet not. Damn it was hard to feel this way, but she couldnt help it. She did play life cautiously and by the rules, a fact that Stu teased her about often. He wasnt teasing now. He was downright pissed.
"What Im meant to feel is to be safe and secure. To find a partner, qualify for pollination and pick the spermdroid and uterdroid who would create and nurture the child."
"A child made of synthetic sperm and eggs, Re. A being that looks human, feels human on the outside, but has none of the warmth and feelings that you do."
Stu knew shed be tough to convince that what shed learn tonight was the truth. Why did she always have to doubt everything from the past? Didnt she realize their past could be their future, if shed only open up to the possibilities? Ever since she could understand things, shed been what their parents referred to as "a doubting Thomas". Now it was up to him, and others like them who lived secretly as he did, to change her ideals. He had her here and wasnt about to go back on his word to his parents. The first step was taken; all he could do was forge ahead.
"Re, open the box. I know your mother wanted it to be your first gift." Stu held his breath as she put the card down, then slipped her finger under the taped ribbon bow.
"If this has anything to do with the nonsense youve been talking about, Im gonna throw it at you," she warned.
"Believe me, Re. This is from your parents, just like the card says. Ive been holding it for you all these years." Stu felt the years of frustration flood his body. He had to get away from the table or suffer the consequences of a failed attempt to get things aligned. He picked up the platter of half-eaten salmon, returning it to the kitchen.
This isnt going to be easy. Ive had years to plan this moment and always thought it would come naturally ... that shed believe what I told her. Theyve got her so brainwashed she cant even realize how different she is from the others. He placed the platter on the counter, sighed heavily and returned to the dining room to find Re fiddling with the still unopened ribboned box.
"Youre sure about this?" She looked to him for reassurance and a hint of curiosity in her eye.
"Ive never lied to you, Re. This is far too important for me to start now." He pulled a chair closer and placed a hand on hers. Maybe, just maybe shell finally pull that damn ribbon to open the box.
Re took a deep breath, "Okay, here goes."
She pulled the ribbon and untied the bow, releasing the top of the box slightly. Slowly, she lifted the cover to find two objects wrapped in silver paper. One was rectangular and about an inch thick. The other was squarer, thinner in width.
"Geez, Stu. How long before I get the so-called gifts from my parents?" She asked, placing each package side-by-side on the table.
"Open the right one first, Re. It has the number one on it."
"Very funny." She ripped open an end and pulled the paper off completely. "What is this, Stu?" Re turned the black rectangle over from end to end.
"Its a DVD disc. There must be something on it your parents want you to see."
"A DVD? Isnt this contraband?"
"Only if you get caught," he joked, walking over to a closet. If they were going to take a look, hed have to get the player hooked up and ready to go.
"Very funny. This is serious, Stu. If you, we, get caught, you know whatll happen. Banishment for all time. Im not about..."
"Okay, okay. No more jokes." He reached into the dark closet pulling out a square piece of electronic equipment.
"More contraband. Where did you get that? On second thought, I dont want to know. If World Law ever searched your quarters, youd be toast."
He ignored her remark and set up the disc player in the living room. "Bring that DVD in here, Re. Weve got to see whats on it."
Re handed him the disc as she took a seat next to him on the couch. His hand lingered on hers sending a current of lust through his loins. Whatever was on the disc had better be good, because he wasnt sure what hed do next to convince her she was a purebred human.
Stu slipped the DVD on the tray, returned to his seat beside Re and waited for it to start. Re took his hand and squeezed it when the film revealed a hospital room. A woman lay on her back in a prone position with a sheet draped over her knees. A doctor sat on a stool at the foot of the table.
"Hi, sweetheart. Your mother and I want you to see how you came into the world. In just a few minutes, your motherll give birth to you..."
"Shut it off, Stu!" Tears streaming down her cheeks, Re covered her face.
"You look just like her." Stu said as the video became silent.
"Her? You mean that woman who that man says is my mother? You cant even see her face, Stu."
"She is your mother, Re. I have a feeling theres more than just your birth on this taping. Dont you want to find out, or do you want to go through the rest of your life wondering if its true or not?"
Sniffling, she only looked at him and nodded her head. Stu pushed a button on the remote and the video came to life again. They watched in silence at the birth of a beautiful baby girl whom they now knew as Reola Clark. A full-blooded human who had grown inside a real live woman, not a uterdroid like she was led to believe.
"I know this has been a shock to you, Re. Youll find a special gift from me to you in the box. Itll help you to understand how to discover yourself and the sexuality that makes being human so glorious. Happy Birthday, Reola." The woman, her mother, held a wet and messy looking girl child.
The woman kissed the baby girl and the video ended.
Re traced the gold lettering imprinted on the spine of the tattered red book. Two hundred and three ways indeed. She didnt even know there was one way to please a man; to drive him wild as the title suggested. Why in the world would anyone want a wild man around? Normal men are hard enough to understand and control.
Randomly opening the book, Re silently read the first words she saw. "Youve got to be kidding! People actually suck a mans penis with ice in their mouth?" What kind of sick person would do that? What does a "real" penis look like? Is it smooth and rubbery like Andrew Fives?
"Now that sounds interesting," Stu chuckled moving closer to her. "Let me see that book, Re." His words fell upon her neck scorching her skin. The heat rushed into her core leaving behind moisture warming her panties. She shifted uncomfortably on the couch cushion.
She stood and dropped the book in his lap. "Gladly. I want nothing to do with it or driving a man wild in bed or anywhere else for that matter." If the rest of it was as disgusting as sucking a penis, she wanted no part of it. If really true, why did her body react as it did? She didnt have a clue what was happening, although she suspected it had something to do with the tape and the woman on it.
The woman on the recording couldnt possibly be her mother. This whole thing had to be a setup to test her loyalty; it was the only explanation she could think of. It was the only one that kept her stomach from quivering.
"Lets see what other goodies are written in here." Stu flipped open another page of the forbidden book. "Mmm, delicious. Absolutely delicious. Re, let me read number one hundred and twelve to you."
"Dont you dare read another word from that thing. Its a trap, Stu." Re imagined her words fell upon deaf ears. She knew hed read the entire book out loud if she didnt stop him.
Stu flipped to a new page, scanning it before reciting the printed words. "Number eighty suggests that if you have long hair, which you do, to wrap it around the penis then brush it across the genitals."
"If you think for one minute that Id do something like that with my hair, youve gone completely off your rocker." Re sucked in a breath. Whats happening to me? My panties feel like theyre dripping with moisture. A hot slickness filled with a pleasurable ache.
"Ah come on. Sure you wouldnt care to try it out?" He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
His gaze, hot and lustful, sent another surge of burning liquid silver through her. The twitching heat pulsed deeper inside, giving her a feeling shed never experienced before. The quivering of her clit increased until the heat of moisture subsided. She gasped, certain her embarrassment reflected in the warmth of her cheeks and uncertain as to what just happened.
How could he even suggest such a thing? Did he really believe shed do something so disgusting? She couldnt imagine what other revolting acts that little red book held.
Whatever they were, Stu had become mesmerized by them. He flipped page after page making little noises ranging from a moan to a chuckle.
Enough is enough. She reached for the book. "Give me that before you give yourself an anxiety attack of some kind."
Stu snapped the book shut. "Just one more, I like the way your eyes cloud over with passion."
"And what would you know about passion?" She tried again to snatch the book from his hand, but he pulled it just out of her reach.
"More than you know, Re, thats for sure." Stu continued to flip through the book, stopping here and there to look over the page.
Impatiently, Re stood in front of him as he nonchalantly read the pages. The wild beating of her heart could only mean that she didnt appreciate his taking over.
She wasnt sure why she wanted the darn book back. The gift may be her only link to her parents, if those people on the DVD really were her parents.
With one eye on the page and the other on Re, Stu kept going through book. With each excerpt he read she grew more excited, it was evidenced in the way her eyes fired up with lust.
"What do you plan to do with it once you have it? Try out some of the techniques on your own?" There were instructions in the beginning for women on discovering themselves. Would she try one of them out of curiosity? He hoped so, although hed like to be watching when she did. The hardness of his cock pulsed at the thought of her following some of the self-discovery instructions.
His cock pushed further against his zipper at the image playing in his mind of Re sliding her fingers into her channel. Her long legs spread wide, her hand slowly massaging her mound bringing moisture out of her channel, inviting him to...
"Stu, I want that back!"
He pulled the book out of her reach just in time. The vivid picture hed drawn up in his mind almost cost him his teasing tool. Hed have to keep his fantasy sessions to when thered be no distractions.
"Not just yet. Theres more on the disc for you to see. I recommend we watch it now, Re." He snapped the book closed and reached for the DVD remote. "Come sit beside me and well get this over with."
Lust raced through him as Re sat down next to him. He didnt think the desire for a woman would be so strong. He didnt believe the pain of needing release could grow as powerful as the need he felt right now to have that release inside of Re.
Pressing the play button, the disc began where it left off ... Re being held by her mother.
Reola went through her normal routine in the collection lab. Well, for the most part her movements were, even if her thoughts were anything but routine. Visions of the woman giving birth to a baby followed by what was referred to as a "mother-daughter chat" occupied her mind.
The woman kept referring to herself as Res mother throughout the entire recording. The woman even went so far as to explain what sex was and how to make babies the way nature intended. The more the thoughts lingered in her head of men and women joining their bodies, the more she questioned what was right and what was wrong.
Andrew Five stood before her, cold and unfeeling, waiting for the sperm collection to begin.
"This just doesnt seem right any more, Andrew. Did you know that at one time sperm came from a man rather than a machine?" She placed the collection tube at the end of the latex penis while her gaze swept the room. Satisfied no one hid in the corners, Re moved closer to Andrew.
"Ive seen it with my own eyes." She pressed the button and after a few minutes, Andrew began to squirt semen into the tube. "I still think its a trap, no matter how much Stu tries to convince me otherwise. I think he secretly works for World Law."
Reaching into her lab coat pocket for a marking pen, her fingertips touched the key shed found the week before. A current of electricity dashed through her and she rubbed the metal.
The couple in the video, her parents, told her the key would unlock a trunk Stu had hidden away. Her mother said shed find evidence of the truth there. Theyd begged her to trust Stu.
As much as she wanted to trust him, how could she be sure of the trunks contents? Or what Stus real intentions were? Were there more books stowed away in it? Or more videos trying to convince her she wasnt what she thought she was ... a being manufactured by authentic sperm and egg, developed in the womb of an uterdroid, yet with all the thought processes of a real human. That is all except sexual desire ... or so shed been raised to believe.
Was that what she felt the night of her birthday? Each time Stu read something from that book she became ... stimulated.
Even after shed gone back to her own quarters, the feelings lingered strong enough for her to open the red cover. Shed done as the book suggested in getting to know herself. Purely out of curiosity, shed taken all her clothes off and stood in front of the full-length bathroom mirror.
Heat rose when shed slid her hand down over the diamond-shaped birthmark on her stomach, then past the line of hair housing her private region. She watched her reflection as her fingers disappeared into the fur to find her folds moist and warm. The feeling so exquisite she continued to move them, her eyes never leaving her image in the mirror.
"Feels good, doesnt it Re?"
Re gasped. "You scared me, Stu."
He winked and smiled wickedly. "Apparently I interrupted something?" He nodded toward her hand and chuckled.
Her hand, pressed against the mound between her legs moved in a slow circle. "I, um ... for pitys sake, you always sneak up on me." She put her hands in her coat pocket. Lord, I was rubbing myself. How did that happen?
Stu walked up behind her, whispering, "You dont have to stop for my benefit. I was enjoying the scene. Nothing like watching a woman give herself a bit of pleasure."
She couldnt look at him; hed seen what shed been doing. Even if she hadnt realized shed been stroking herself, she enjoyed the sensation beginning to soar through her body. Her embarrassment flooded her face. She needed to put some distance between them. Shed been acting irrational and out of character, again. Shed been acting ... human?
"Im not sure what youre talking about. I was getting a marker out of my pocket." Grabbing the full collection tube, Re wrote on the label then placed the tube in the tray.
Stu laughed loud enough to be heard down the hall. She didnt know what he found so funny in the first place. She found no humor in the situation at all.
"Are you finished with Andrew Five or did you need him to help you out?" Stu headed toward the door with the spermdroid on his heels.
"Help me out?" Whats he talking about now?
"Dont worry, Re. Youre secrets safe with me," Stu chuckled.
"Stu, wait!"
Stu stopped short of pushing through the lab doors. "Andrew Five, wait here," he told the spermdroid, then turned to face Re. Her eyes full of questions he hoped to have the answers to. Answers that may be housed in the trunk locked away in his apartment.
"I need to know the truth," she mouthed from across the room. She kept the barrier of the counter between them.
He took several large steps across the tiled floor to reach her. "The truth, Re? The truth as you want to hear it or the truth as it really is?"
Shes been thinking about the tape, her parents, and what she found in the book. I knew it the second I saw her touching herself. Its the welcomed beginning Ive longed for all these years.
"The truth as it is, Stu. Im scared of whatll happen to me ... and you." She wrung her hands, a motion hed never seen her do before. Shed never been one to worry about anything, always confident of what went on around her.
He reached over the counter to calm her hands. "Its okay, Reola." He swallowed hard. The time of confusion and uncertainty came earlier than hed thought it would. He hated seeing her like this ... a scared little girl. "There are others like us who hide among them."
The words rushed out of him, relief flooding his soul. A part, small but significant, of his promise completed, he gathered Re in his arms.
Re stepped out of his embrace. "Others? There are others in S.P.A.R. like us? How do you expect me to believe that?"
"Because its true, Re." A womans voice answered her.
Re turned from Stu to find Bailey and Andi standing just inside the lab doors.
Re paced the floor of Stus apartment, her mind all a jumble. Tonight Bailey and Andi would help her understand who she really was and where she belonged in this world.
"Theyll be here in a few minutes," Stu called out from the kitchen. "Are you sure youre ready for this?"
Do I have a choice? Ive got to know whats going on, like it or not. These sexual feelings, are they real or a fantasy brought on by the strong suggestions by Stu?
The little red "gift" from her mother gave her a sense of hope ... and strength shed never known before. It was as if she could feel her mothers soothing voice encouraging her to visit the unknown. She held the book close to her, not knowing how she should answer Stu.
Part of her craved to know more, while her loyalty to S.P.A.R. pounced relentlessly in her mind. Her heart told her to follow it and discover the unknown for herself. The warring of the two did nothing to help her come to terms with either one.
"Re, honey, are you okay?"
"Yeah, a little confused is all. Im trying to make sense of it all and cant." Her eyes filling with tears, she turned her head from Stu before they spilled down her cheeks. "I want to believe this is all true, but its too incredible for my mind to accept right now." The last thing she wanted was to act like a little crybaby, and if she didnt get a grip on her raging emotions right now shed turn into that crybaby. Not the strong, unyielding woman shed been trained to be.
"Bailey Washington. Andrea Barker."
At the announcement of Stus visitors, Re turned to the door as it slid open. Bailey and Andi strolled arm in arm over the threshold as if they didnt have a care in the world. Their casual manner unnerved Re. It was as if they were going for a stroll in the park, not into a room to tell her she wasnt who she thought she was.
Andi reached out for Res hand, giving it a light squeeze. "Hi, Re."
The gesture did little to stop Res heart from pounding hard against her rib cage. "Hi, Andi." She took a deep breath to calm her churning stomach. These two friends of Stus were about to tell her things she didnt believe possible. The thought tossed her stomach to her throat.
"Bailey. Andi. Please, sit down." Stu handed each of them a glass of white wine, then sat in a chair next to Re.
Re took a sip, letting the sweet taste calm her. Maybe the more she drank, the easier this would be. Probably not. She put the glass down within easy reach on the table next to her.
"I remember when Bailey kissed me for the first time on my thirtieth birthday," Andi giggled. "It was just a quick peck, our lips barely touched. Now, we cant get enough of exploring each others mouths."
"On your thirtieth birthday?" Re asked as Bailey leaned over and gave Andi what Re presumed to be a kiss. Their eyes closed and lips parted slightly, Re caught the flick of their tongues meeting each other through the opening. The display of tenderness in the simple action made her heart twang in envy.
"Id been practicing for a year on one of the discarded uterdroids so Id know what to do." Bailey laughed. "But one look in those baby blues of Andis and I was lost. Her lips are so much more supple and warm than the unyielding latex mouth of Jane Three."
"Yesterday was my thirtieth birthday," Re whispered, looking at Stu. She searched his face for answers to questions she had yet to ask. This has got to be a coincidence. Just a big coincidence.
"Yes, which is why I asked them to join us." Stu stood to stand next to Bailey, taking a gulp of his wine.
"What does my birthday have to do with all this?" Re asked, sweeping her hands across her lap. She just couldnt make any connection between her thirtieth birthday and them being here. Shed thought it was supposed to be a private birthday celebration with her best friend, not a party. Now it looked like it was a party of discussing things she knew would land them all in Outer Siberia, if caught.
"The written Laws of the Colony specifically say that pure human boys and girls would wait until they were thirty before discovering their bodies. The boys in particular are to learn the ways of pleasing themselves, as well as the girl promised to them at birth," Bailey started to explain.
Re sucked in a breath at the thought of not picking her life mate. "Promised to them? How would they know which girl or boy had been promised?"
Stu knelt in front of Re, taking her hands in his. The warmth of his skin against hers shot electricity to her core. She dared to look into his eyes, hoping the reaction his touch caused couldnt be seen by him.
"Youve got a mark on your stomach in the shape of a diamond."
"But, how" Re looked from Stu to Bailey and Andi. How could he know about the mark when hes never seen me without clothes on?
"Because Ive got the same mark, Re. Its the mark of the future leaders of the Colony," Stu said.
"No, this isnt true." Re felt the tears from her eyes slip down over her cheeks. She couldnt stop them from spilling over. "You talk of a society that doesnt exist. That couldnt exist." Re pulled her hand from Stus; a cold emptiness immediately replaced the warmth. She couldnt believe what they were saying. "If there was a Colony out there hiding, someone would have known about them."
Stu once again took his place next to Bailey, the sadness in his eyes pierced Res heart. For the first time, she had called him a liar.
"Maybe if we start from the beginning you might understand better." Stu moved to the DVD player, placing his hand upon the piece of equipment. "Youve already seen your parents and theyve told you"
Over the next few hours, the three of them went on to explain to her about the key her father, Miles Clark, had found, and how he had searched until he located the door it fit into. She heard about the contraband and the evidence that World Government had drilled into peoples minds had been destroyed. All this had happened around the time the discovery of synthetic sperm and eggs were developed and perfected.
Res parents werent the only ones to find the contraband that night. They told her that the next day her father discovered the trunk had been broken into before he could take it away. Somewhere amongst them hid a rogue who, according to the prophecy, wore darkness close to their heart.
"Re, I know this is difficult for you and seems like some incredible story weve made up." Andi glanced over to Bailey, holding his gaze for a moment before they readied to leave. "Believe me, when I say we know what youre going through. All three of us have been where you are now." Her voice a mere whisper dripping with something Re had yet to identify.
At a loss for words, Re only looked at them as they walked out the door of Stus quarters. How could they really know? Up until her birthday, shed thought she was a cloned human. Now her entire world spun off its axis. They couldnt possibly know how she felt.
By the way Re emptied her glass of wine and fidgeted with the ever-present red book, Stu knew they were signs of her being nervous and scared. When she sprayed out a slip of wine when Bailey explained the act of intercourse to her and how a man reacts when he climaxes, it was all Stu could do to keep from laughing. Andis description of how a penis feels inside her vagina would have sent Re out the door if he hadnt taken her hand in his at that precise moment.
Even after the two-hour open discussion on sex education, doubts still filled her mind. Questions reflected in her eyes. He felt no closer to her accepting the truth than he had before Bailey and Andi arrived.
"Does anything youve learned tonight make sense? Its a lot to swallow at once." He had to know if he could take her to the next level. Would she be willing to venture down the path to sexuality with him or not? Would she accept her role in bringing a lost society back to reality without fear of being eliminated again?
Bailey talked of how all of our parents secretly banded together to create a new world. That we all belong to that new society, that there are more of us hiding, and that its our duty to continue what our parents started. Re hugged the book to her breasts. "How can you expect me to change the past thirty years overnight? Wouldnt World Law have found this hidden clan of people you speak so freely about by now?"
One day thatll be my hand or head she holds and caresses as she does that damn book. I wish it hadnt been the first thing for her to explore. Stu filled their glasses from a third bottle of wine. "I thought maybe if someone else told you, youd be more accepting of the truth. The clans very resourceful, Re. They have to be in order to survive right now."
"I cant accept the things I cant see, or feel for myself. There are no text books on the recreation of what Andi referred to as the human race." Re took a long sip, emptying a quarter of the glass. "Human or not, people didnt recreate each other the way its been explained to me. And theres no place for a group of people to be hiding out."
"You have the recording and that book you use as a shield, what more evidence to you need?" Open that door a little furtheryoure just about ready to step through it, Re. Trust me to guide you. Let me help you discover sexual love between a man and a woman. Then and only then will you begin to understand, and accept who you are. "Do you really need to see, feel for yourself? Is that a chance youre willing to take?"
Stu walked over to the door, then wrapped his fingers around the knob. "There are visual aids in a trunk Ive locked away ... if youre willing to keep an open mind."
Stu waited for her answer, his hand on the knob, ready to turn it and open the door to a trunk full of contraband. Re petted the red cover of the book she held. Her tongue flicked the corner of her mouth at the memory of what shed secretly read, feeling the stirring of need at her core.
She had to admit, she rather enjoyed touching herself, feeling her fingers slip into her wet folds and stroke the inside of her channel. Maybe what Bailey and Andi said wouldnt be so bad. Maybe Stu did know of the things he relentlessly talked to her about.
Then there was the issue of a hidden Colony of people. Wouldnt World Law have found and destroyed them by now? Andi suggested the Colony, still in its infancy, needed the help of those who lived outside its boundaries. Her motherthe woman said to have given her birth. Red watched the video over and over again, each time seeing more of herself reflected in the womans eyes. How could she deny what so plainly sat in front of her? She couldnt.
Re sighed and relaxed her shoulders, the wine an aid she hoped didnt run out. "Okay, Im willing to take a look at what youve got. But, if theres anything, and I mean anything, I want no part of do you promise to dispose of it?"
"Of course, as long as you agree to give something a try before making a decision. Its like having that first bite of something new. You wont know if you truly like it or not if you dont taste it first."
Great, now hes using psychology on me and its making sense. "Fair enough."
The look spreading across his face took her by surprise. A cross between a smirk and smile accompanied by the twinkle in his eye set her on fire. The small mound between her legs begged to be touched. She couldnt do that here with Stu in the room, what would he think?
Stu turned the knob, pulled open the door and disappeared halfway into the closet. His firm ass called out for her to touch it. To explore its firmness. Yanking out the trunk, his butt muscles flexed sending a hardness to her channel. She really needed to escape the room. She needed to feel her heat, to satisfy the newly found need for pleasure.
Stu dragged a worn wooden box in front of her. A lock dangled from the latch like a beacon in the night. Shaking her head, she could have sworn it winked at her.
"Ill need the key, Re." Stu knelt in front of the lid, smiling wickedly up at her.
She blinked. "Key, what key?"
"The one thats in your pocket. And dont tell me its not there because I know it is."
She sat back, pulling the piece of metal from her pocket. "This key? What do you need this for?"
He rolled his eyes toward the lock then back at the key in her hand.
"No, dont tell me this unlocks that. It cant be." The metal warmed in her hand. She opened her fingers, offering what lay in her palm to Stu. She didnt know why in her heart a voice encouraged her to make the offering. Or maybe it was too many glasses of wine.
Stu took the key from Res hand, placed it in the hole, turned it and the curved bar popped open. It did fit it! He definitely acted like he knew it would, but how? Had he really placed the key in the tray that day? Of course, who else would have? It all started to make sense to her now. She should have known he didnt work as a spy.
Stu had known all along about the key, the trunk and probably the tape of her so-called birth. He most likely knew what the trunk held as well. This whole night began to feel like a trap about to snap down around her like a cell door. Would she survive long enough to escape? Or would her curiosity win out and keep her a prisoner?
Re leaned forward to get a better look. "So Mr. Contraband, what little treasures are hidden away inside?" she asked in the best sarcastic smartass tone she could muster up. No reason to offer him the knowledge she was just a little bit curious, if nothing else.
"More videos and books. Come see for yourself if youre so damn interested." Stu continued to shuffle through the objects, picking up random items for a closer examination.
I cant believe his nonchalant manner and the fact that he didnt care to share any of the contents with me. After all, if it wasnt for the key, my key, that trunk would still be locked away in his closet. Probably where it should have stayed in the first place.
She couldnt take another minute of not knowing, not seeing its contents. Through all her disbelief in his constant suggestions of what life once was, lay a curiosity stronger than her resistance to see the items for herself.
"Come on, Stu. Whats in there?" She peered over his shoulder hoping to catch a glimpse of anything.
"Sure you want to know?"
Stu turned, his head landing in the middle of her cloth-covered breasts. She gasped inwardly. The connection electrified her and sent waves through her core. Hot, wet, sticky waves, needing to feel more than his head against her blouse. Her nipples peaked and hardened when he blew through the material before going back to the business of the trunk. She gasped at the sensation.
Oh my, howd he know to do that? It felt like a wave of hot ... take a deep breathe, Re. Get a hold of yourself right now.
"What do you think?" Lets just get this over with so I can go back to what I have left of a normal life. "Pick something, anything. Well finish off the other bottle of wine and see what youve chosen as entertainment." Maybe hell bump into me and I can feel that wonderful sensation again.
Stu grabbed the first thing his fingers touched. Re gasped at the picture on the video box being pulled from the murkiness, sending her thoughts into the oven.
The close-up of the buxom blonde, mouth about ready to wrap around a rather large penis protruding from a mass of pubic hair, sent Res body reeling. The womans wet tongue snaked under the cock, allowing a tiny droplet to rest on top. The womans piercing blue eyes called out to Re, daring her to find out what it was all about.
"Interesting, isnt it?" Stus words drew Res attention from the video box lying on the floor. "Youve been studying the picture for the past five minutes, Re. Something you want to take a look at? Maybe explore a little further?"
The suggestion intrigued her more than just a little. Stu had spoken the words she couldnt bring herself to say out loud. Was it the look in the womans eyes or the rock hard penis that sent her core into pulsing fits?
Re gazed into Stus questioning eyes, then took a deep breath. "Why not? I mean, if youre set up to view it, theres no reason not to. I wouldnt want you to go to any unnecessary trouble though." Im stammering! For pitys sake, why would a simple little cover turn me into a stammering idiot? So what if that penis doesnt even come close to looking like Andrew Fives. Do they all look like that with a purple-red tip?
"Okay, then lets get started." Stu scooted over to the tape player on his knees, turned the machine on and placed the tape inside the slot.
After refilling their glasses, Stu sat next to her and pushed the play button on the remote control sending the machine whirring. The films title was followed by the introductions of players.
Re watched as a woman, naked except for a string-like covering over her mound, took a penis in her hand and did stroking motions with it, pulling the skin up over the tip. The deep moans of the man brought a smile to the womans face. She looked up at him, flicked her tongue on the tip, then wrapped her lips around the hard cock before swallowing it in her mouth.
The lust surged through Re, taking her by surprise. Her body was doing things she didnt seem to be able to control; her nipples hardened while her channel twitched and flooded with need. A need to touch herself and put an end to the delicious desire for release calling out to her.
Stu closed his eyes and breathed in deeply to calm the painfully erotic throbbing of his cock. It did little to ease the pulsing hidden under his clothing. Between the video and Res nearness, his resistance to take her in his arms lingered over the line to be crossed, at best. He took a chance, and opened one eye to glance at the woman destined to be his.
He sucked in a ragged breath.
The hard, pointed nipples of her breasts strained against her white cotton knit shirt. Her hand rotated in circles over the mound between her legs. Her eyes clouded over with newborn lust. Her breathing, deeper and faster. She was getting close to climaxing and he couldnt wait any longer.
Placing his hand lightly over hers, he whispered "Can I help you with this?" He moved his hand in time with hers.
"Stu." His name came off her lips sensually and filled with a heated need. Her thighs spread a little further, allowing his large hand easier access to move. Her small surrender hardened his own need for release.
Leaning into her, Stu gently pushed her onto the seat cushions. He brushed his lips over her taunt nipples relishing her gasp of pleasure hed invoked. He captured her lips with his, kissing them lightly at first, then with more urgency. His hand between her thighs felt the heated moisture of her growing desire. Her breathing quickened. A soft moan escaped her.
"Re, its time to become one." The words fell off his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth. He didnt mean to rush her, but if there ever would be a time for her to understand she was truly human, it was now.
Lifting his hand from her twitching mound, Stu stood and watched the woman whod captured his heart as a child. The woman whod be his first and him her first man. They were virgins ready to embark on a journey of discovery.
She would be his, finally, after all these years. The beauty of her sexually flushed cheeks couldnt be matched with any movie hed watched over the years. The preparation hed taken to live this moment slipped away from him, it took all his resistance not to hurry and take her before either of them were ready. Yet, from the come hither look in her eyes she had to be as eager as he for the experience.
He didnt like going about it this way, but hed promised their parents hed show her what it was like to love a man with your body as well as your heart. In the end, he hoped theyd both know the two went hand in hand.
Re watched him unbutton his shirt then strip it from his body, letting the fabric fall to the floor. His eyes never left hers. He was afraid if he even blinked hed loose her attention, and he wanted her sole focus on every move he made. It excited him knowing she watched him strip so openly in front of her.
He moved his hand down to the waistband of his trousers, unfastened the hook and then slid down the zipper. Her eyes followed the downhill movement of his zipper. Her hand continued to move between her legs. She sucked in her bottom lip.
Sliding his trousers and shorts over his hips, he felt his engorged cock spring free. He watched Res tongue curl out to lick her lips.
Re knelt in front of him, her hand moving lightly over the diamond shaped mark just above his cock.
"Just like the woman does it in the movie, Re." Stu stood next to the television and VHS player his parents had stashed away for safe keeping, grasping the edge of the television to steady himself.
Re put her fingers around the base of the Stus engorged penis and stroked it slowly back and forth. Stu sucked in his breath at the feel of Res tongue underneath his cock and as it licked around the tip. His thigh muscles contracted and his fingers played in her hair, becoming wrapped in the long strands.
Re continued to do as the woman did, slowly moving her fingers over Stus hard cock. She swallowed his throbbing organ and moved it back and forth in her mouth, as if she were sucking on a popsicle. Her tongue flicked the tip and head of the penis, causing it to thump.
His lips sweet and tender. Warm against her own. It was like tasting chocolate for the first time, the pleasure indescribable and beyond wanting to resist more. Re wanted to feel more of the kisses on her body. She wanted to feel his warm breath against the material covering her nipples. It was a pleasure she needed over and over again.
It wasnt until Stus hand left hers that shed realized it had been on top of hers. She thought the added pressure had been her own sending a higher sensation through her. As he undressed shed felt her circuits go haywire with a need to feel his member inside her mouth. She wanted to taste it like the woman in the movie was tasting her morsel.
She boldly knelt in front of him when he slid his pants off his hips, exposing the massive organ to her. The desire to touch it, to know what it felt like, more powerful than the need for a drink of water in the hot desert. Its velvety texture surprised her. She expected it to feel as hard as it looked, like a smooth rock.
Stus cock throbbed in her mouth, giving her a satisfaction of control. It excited her more to know she was the one who commanded him. A new sensation filled her mouth as a salty taste fell on her tongue.
"Mmmm, Im going to cum if you dont stop now, Re." Stu gently pulled himself from her mouth and helped her to her feet.
Re stood allowing Stu to unbutton her knit shirt, her hand wrapped around his cock. She smiled when he fumbled with a button as she stroked her hand over the tip of his penis and back to its base.
Not waiting to unfasten her pants, he pulled them over her hips, panties and all. Scooping her up in his arms, he took her to his room laying her upon his bed. Re stretched out like a lazy cat basking in the warmth of sunshine, thats what it felt to be in Stus arms.
Re reached out to him, "Please, Stu, teach me. Teach me what its like to be human. End this horrible, wonderful need for satisfaction, please. Youre the only one I can trust. Human, show me how to be human."
Stu knelt on the bed next to her and she scooted her butt over a little to allow him more room. She shivered at the touch of his hand moving up the inside of her thigh. She sucked in her stomach and caught her breath when his mouth kissed her pleasure mound.
"Oh, Stu," she moaned, spreading her thighs further apart. She reached for his head to keep his mouth on her channel, then felt something wet lick her knob of pleasure sending her hips convulsing. He stroked her inside with his tongue and suckled her clit when he withdrew.
He slithered up over her belly, grasping a nipple between his teeth as he continued stroking her channel with his fingers.
"Stu." She pulled his mouth to hers, kissing it the best she knew how. She wasnt sure if it was right or wrong, just that she needed to taste his lips on hers. To feel them capture and manipulate her mouth as hed done when this all started increased the wanton feeling in her mind and body.
"Do you want more?" he asked through each kiss and stroke of his fingers over her mound.
His penis thumped against her thigh, begging for her attention. She ran a fingertip over the hard head. "Mmmm, more."
His body moved over the length of hers and she whimpered as he removed his fingers from her channel. His knees, between her thighs, pushed them further apart. She looked up finding him watching her. She smiled and pulled him down to her, capturing his lips with hers.
He continued kissing her face, eyes, ears and lips. The tip of his penis pressing against her knob of pleasure, she arched her hips to meet it, adding more pressure at her channel opening.
She sucked in a sharp breath at the feel of his body weight onto her hips and the pressure of his penis entering her channel. He stopped for a moment, giving her time to adjust to the widening his cock caused to her opening.
"Please, dont stop, Stu. I dont want you to stop." She arched her hips to meet his as he pushed his cock into her. The painful pleasure caused her to rock against him, taking him deeper and deeper inside. They rocked together as if they were made for each other.
"Human, I really am human, Stu," she heard herself crying out as the waves of their pleasure became one.
Re stood behind the counter in the collection lab waiting for Andrew Five to make a deposit into the tube. It was all different now; this entire sperm collection routine, her boring and predictable life. She looked at her existence differently now that she and Stu had sex, made love as he called it, all weekend long. What had once been a routine, safe life changed in a matter of seventy-two hours and a dose of knowledge.
Other than a little bit of pain and blood at first, Re couldnt get enough of Stu touching her, inside and out. His large penis fit perfectly inside her vagina, an area she once thought of as only used for dispensing her body waste. Stus cock rocking inside her channel brought her more pleasure than she ever thought possible. His tender touch, soft and encouraging, made her feel safe and loved. They even experimented with some of the techniques in her little red book.
She had even wrapped her hair around his shaft as he had first read to her on the day of her birthday. At the time, it had sounded disgusting and dirty. Now, she not only knew how much pleasure the act gave Stu, but the depth of her own excitement surprised her. She never would have guessed she could get any wetter, or hotter, with each new position or technique they tried.
After hours of detailed discussion, between the lovemaking, on what being human meant, she felt more confused over the discovery of her own reality. It occurred to her the confusion being more than just her and Stu performing forbidden acts. The being she grew up believing she was no longer existed, and she wasnt alone.
The idea of a Colony of others like her, constantly ran through her mind. What if it were true? What if Bailey, Andi, Stu and herself were just a few out of hundreds, thousands even? Didnt she owe it to her parents to put an end to the experimental work at S.P.A.R? To put an end to this control over people who maybe were or werent truly human?
Human or not, the beings of the world deserved to live their lives as they chose to, not under the dictatorship of a government who felt it was best to be in control of every living being on the planet. A government who desired perfection in a being, as they perceived perfection. Re found out she preferred the non-perfect human over her counterparts.
"You going to stand there all day, Clark? I think that tubes full." The voice of her superior, Simon Warwick, startled her. The deep, cold timbre sent vibrating shivers down her spine.
Im doomed for sure, being caught daydreaming and thinking about things once believed impossible. He couldnt possibly know what I was thinking. If he did, hed be acting totally different and not looking at me with a hunger in his eye. A disgusting hunger I dont even want to think is possible.
The last person she needed around her was Simon Warwick. His sickening and evil presence always sent off a warning in her to be on guard. He was not only her superior, but also one of World Laws loaded guns. If there was a manufactured being to be controlled, Simon Warwick was the man to do the job.
Up until this moment, hed never set foot in her lab. The fact that he now stood before her only meant one thing. Someone was in serious trouble. Re prayed it wasnt her.
"Mr. Warwick, Im sorry. I havent been feeling well and didnt sleep much last night," she stumbled, continuing to put the label on the last test tube. Wheres Stu? Its not like him not to be here. "Wheres Whitager anyway?" She didnt dare look into his eyes for fear of him reading her thoughts. It was one of the many rumors about Warwick meant to keep the staff in line and rebellion at a near non-existence through the years. A bit of black magic and the unknown kept the ranks under control.
"Hes been ... ah ... detained. Its of no concern to you, Clark."
Panic seared through her. "Really? Is he ill or something?" Hands shaking, she pushed the full rack of collection tubes to the edge of the counter, not wanting to give Warwick an excuse to cross the barrier between them.
"As I said, its no concern of yours. Until his replacement is known, Ill be doing the collecting of the specimen trays." Warwick grabbed the collection tray, "Andrew Five, return to holding."
"Mr. Warwick?" Oh boy, now what am I going to say? I need my lover, you cant keep him detained? I dont think so. Ive got to be careful or I could end up in a place Id rather not think about right now. That would be of no help to Stu.
Warwick turned, his face absent of all expression and his eyes cold and black. "What is it, Clark?"
"Nothing, sir." Re quietly answered, her fear of Warwicks power silencing her question.
"Thats what I thought."
Icy fear ran through her as she watched Warwicks menacing figure leave the lab with Andrew Five. Ive got to find Bailey and Andi, she cried out through her mind.
Re placed her hand on the recognition key outside Stus quarters. The hard plexiglass felt cool against the dampness of her skin. Her arrival was announced as the door slid open to dark, silent rooms.
She stepped across the threshold and the room instantly glowed with light. Everything seemed to be in its place at first glance, but the aura didnt feel right to her. The warmth and sense of welcome absent, it was replaced by a dark coldness she couldnt describe. All the humanity of the apartment had evaporated, replaced with the feel of machinery ... man-made machinery.
"Stu!" His name reverberated through her mind. Something didnt ring true in her heart. The newly found instinct poured panic into her mind. Stus quarters were in far too perfect condition, not exactly the way shed last seen them on Sunday night. If there was one thing shed come to learn about her friend over the years, he was anything but a clean freak. His place was now as neat as a pin.
Tentatively, Re walked through the rooms until she stood in front of the bedroom door. The memories of their lovemaking marathon flashed through her mind, sending surges of electric current to her sexual regions. She placed a hand on the door and closed her eyes. Memories of their torrid lovemaking flooded her mind and body, making her crave to find Stu naked in bed waiting for her to open the door.
She reached down and turned the doorknob as if it were a door to a forbidden land ... slow and with apprehension. Would she find the same cold feelings there as she did throughout Stus quarters? Or would she find the warmth and fire of their sexual encounters lingering?
"Hes gone, Re."
Jumping, Re turned in a flurry to find Bailey standing in the doorway.
"You scared the life out of me, Bailey!" Hand covering her pounding heart, she released the breath shed sucked in moments ago.
"I knew this is where youd be. I couldnt find you at the lab, and..." Bailey took a few steps forward, hands shoved in his pockets. He looked to be contemplating his next words, his head hanging in thought. If he knew anything, he took his time in telling her.
Re stood before him and took his hand in hers. "And came here to tell me what? Where Stu is?" The words meant to be soft and encouraging, came out harsh and accusing. Bailey looked into her eyes, a blank expression covering his face.
"Stus disappeared. No word. No trace. At least thats what the word is." Bailey plopped down on the sofa. He was worried, and scared, by Res calculations. "I have my doubts though. He wouldnt take off without leaving some cryptic word behind. I think they found out about him and sent him..."
"Outer Siberia." Res knees gave out on her and she landed in the armchair opposite Bailey. Tears spilled over her cheeks without a fight. She heard her heart explode into a thousand pieces. "Weve got to find out, Bailey. Surely with your connections there must be something we can do."
"Like what? Go to the Colony and launch an all out rebellion in hopes not too many lives come to an end? Theyve lived in peace hidden away out there. Im not about to do anything to destroy that. Weve been interwoven into S.P.A.R. to make sure that never happens."
Re sprang to her feet and circled the room. "If necessary, yes! Youre his best friend and one of a handful who knows where the Colonys located. Maybe we could go there and talk to them. Theyd understand the need to find one of their own and protect Stu as hes protected them."
"Its too dangerous. They may not listen to me."
"But, theyll listen to me. If Im who you, Stu and Andi claim I am." She lifted her shirt, revealing the diamond shaped birthmark.
"You cant keep me here, Warwick." Stu struggled against the chains that shackled him to the brick wall. Simon Warwick had been shadowing him since hed arrived at SPAR earlier in the morning. The last thing Stu remembered was getting the next droid ready for collection. When he opened his eyes, the cold feel of steel and a dampness enveloped his exposed body.
"Thats where youre wrong, Whitager," Warwick snarled from the middle of the candlelit room. "I can keep you as long as I like. Or until your little girlfriend gives me what I want."
Stu ceased his struggling as the icy chill of terror crept through his body. "My little girlfriend?" He cant be referring to Re. Her identitys been kept secret all these years; he couldnt have known.
"Dont play your vague game with me, Whitager," Warwick laughed. "Reola Clarks as human as you and I are."
"Thats where youre wrong, Warwick. Shes no more human than you are. Although, come to think of it, maybe she is and more. Youve got the compassion of a killer bee on its flight for blood." Stu pulled again against the chains. The metal cuffs cut into his wrists and his arms were becoming numb.
Warwick stepped closer until Stu could see the fires of hell burning in his eyes. "I can smell the scent of sex all over her," Warwick sniffed Stus body, "and you. Youve taken her, broken her in, havent you? Tasted her sweet juices spilling from her body. Dont think for one minute that youve claimed her as your own."
Warwicks words were meant as a statement he didnt question in the least. Stu wasnt sure how he knew, but hed have to find out if theyd been betrayed.
"Youre wrong, Warwick. Res as shes always been. Pureblooded humans dont exist, remember? World Law and S.P.A.R.s done everything they can to make sure all that lives are manufactured beings."
Warwick slammed his hand against the brick wall just inches from Stus left ear. "What do you take me for?"
Warwick walked back to the table in the middle of the dim room. "You know damn well theres a Colony of blue-bloods somewhere out in the mountains. You and your friends are going to help me find them."
Stus heart pounded against his chest. How in the hell did Warwick find out about the Colony? He searched his mind for a clue from his parents he may have overlooked and found none.
There had to be something hed missed over the years. Some small hint of betrayal by one of his parents own people.
"I told you, Warwick. I know nothing about a Colony or blue-blooded humans. What makes you think otherwise is beyond me."
"Well see if you change your mind when I bring the Colony Princess to see her lover." Warwick stepped toward the door then turned, sneering once again. "Your tune will change once you see the fear in her eyes turn to lust in her body."
Re paced the floor of Stus living quarters. There had to be something they could do; the suggestion of going to the Colony was the best she could come up with. Unlike Bailey, shed face her own kind and ask for their help ... even if it meant getting down on her knees and begging.
"Would you sit down? Youre making me more nervous than before I walked through the door." Sprawled across the couch, Bailey let out a sigh and rubbed his temples, looking like a defeated man.
Re threw her arms in the air. "I cant. Ive got to keep moving, thinking about our options." She came to a halt in front of the bedroom door. "I cant do this alone, Bailey. The Colony knows you, trusts you. They know nothing of me, I dont know why Id think otherwise."
Bailey stood and walked over to her. A sheepish grin played at the corners of his mouth. Giving her shoulders a hug and kissing her lightly on the cheek, he kept her in his embrace for a moment.
It felt strange to be in his arms, even if meant only to be a friendly gesture. The first and only arms she felt around her had been Stus. The feeling invoked by Bailey didnt even begin to compare to the flutter in her stomach when Stu held her. No current of electricity. No flow of lustful wetness in her panties. No desire to spread her legs and welcome him into her folds.
"Thats where youre wrong, Re. These people, your people, have known about you for over thirty years. Theyve anticipated the day when you would finally discover your true self."
"How can that be? No one knew about me except the three of you."
"The Colony knew of a baby girl born to Miles and Jules Clark who, along with the young son of Rand and Deb Whitager, would bring their society back from the darkness. We tried to explain all this to you before, Re."
"Who would believe such a thing? Predicting the future was a bad practice by the ancients. It only instilled false hope into the hearts of those who found none elsewhere."
"Open your mind, Re. Unless you do and come to realize prophecies are meant to be, youll never have peace in your life. That life will disappear into the darkness, leaving our kind on the brink of total extinction."
There was no possible way Re would fall for the mumbo jumbo of Baileys words. She wasnt the foreseen savior of a Colony consisting of purebred humans. The concept was as ridiculous to her as seeing an eagle fly in the sky. It just didnt happen ... wouldnt happen.
Yet, her heart told her to believe in the impossible. Seventy-two hours ago, she never would have entertained the idea of being human, let alone the act of sex between a man and a woman. Now she stood here wanting to feel Stus body touch her in places she hadnt even known existed.
The weekend spent with Stu became the experience she wanted in her life ... craved now. She felt safe wrapped in his arms under the tangled bed sheets. There was something else, too. Every time he touched her, coaxed her body to succumb to his manipulations, she gave herself over to him completely.
Up until this past weekend, through the years theyd been more like brother and sister. Always around picking at each other about one thing or another. All that changed once he touched her body and soul in a way that sent her nipples into tight little peaks, and her clit pulsing against his fingers stroking to ease the painful pleasure.
It was the only time she surrendered herself completely to another being. That feeling, one of an emotion she couldnt identify. It was different from the powerful need to be fulfilled. More than the maddening desire for release that hardened her clit. It felt like coming home after a long absence; the feel of belonging somewhere and to someone.
As wonderful as the emotion was, it didnt compare to the horror instilled in her now. Stu hadnt just up and disappeared on his own. His type of personality, strong and determined, wouldnt allow it. No, hed been taken away and not of his own free will either. It was a feeling she felt one hundred percent sure of.
Her newfound instincts encouraged her to go to the Colony and ask for their help. The problem ... she had no idea where or how to look for them. If she could get word to them, would they offer their alliance or leave her to fend for herself?
Even if they knew of the baby girl Bailey spoke of, why should they believe her to be that child? For all the Colony knew, she could be a spy sent to learn about their secret society. She couldnt blame them if they strung her up and questioned her relentlessly for days on end.
She opened the door to what had been the chamber of her lost virginity. "Stu must have records around here. He kept every other type of contraband hidden." She said to no one but herself. The faint smell of hours of sex trickled into her senses, the only evidence of what she and Stu had experienced for three days.
When hed entered her wet and willing channel, Re believed hed never be able to extract himself from her depths. With her legs wrapped around his hips, she clung to him as he settled in between her legs. He slowly pumped and milked her of all her juices before hed lain spent, his cock throbbing inside her until it slipped out dripping with their cum.
The bed neat as a pin now with its bedclothes showing not even a ripple in them. The discarded clothing no longer lay on random sections of the floor. Like the outer rooms, its contents almost too perfect. No trace of their lovemaking could be seen, unless you were looking for the evidence.
"There has to be something to prove who I amother than the tape. The tape, of course!"
From across the street, Simon Warwick watched and waited for Reola Clark to leave Stu Whitagers quarters when the lights went out in the windows. "If it hadnt been for Bailey, Id have her by now." Warwick murmured, then licked his lips moments later as Re hurried out the front door and down the street toward her apartment. "Thats it, Princess, lead me to the goods."
Warwick clung to the shadows as he followed his target. With any luck, hed have her in his grasp within the hour. The delicious torture he planned to put her through hardened his cock as he imagined Stu helplessly watching. Hed seen tapes of men and women performing sexual acts in various positions, acting out various roles designed to excite the dangerous side of the couple.
His own parents had left him anything they could on the society he sought to infiltrate. If they hadnt walked undetected into the lab the day Whitagers father found the sexual contraband, Simon would have ended up like so many others; another product of World Laws experiments with manufacturing humans. Instead, his parents had snuck back into the lab in the wee hours of the morning and borrowed some of the contraband for their own use.
He was the product of their experimentation in sexual behavior among humans. Now it was time for him to claim his own woman, have his way with her and produce an heir to rule the Colony. Reola was the only human woman who would be able to give him that heir.
The acts hed tried out on the uterdroids provided his only form of experimentation, until he could confirm Re was, in fact, the baby girl of the Clarks. He longed for the feel of a real woman squirming under his touch as he manipulated her to his will. He needed to hear her panting from both excitement and fear he imagined shed feel when he restrained her arms and ankles. Even now, his cock throbbed as he pictured Reola wet and hot, begging him to enter her cunt and take her for his own.
Hed make her beg for his cock to ease the quickening desire for release until she whimpered and withered, a useless flower, drained, depleted, and in desperate need of quenching.
Hed give it to her too, but not until he saw her juices begin to spill out as he stroked his cock with his own hand. Then and only then would he pump her until he exploded his cum deep inside her cunt.
Domination excited him more than the tender, loving sex a few of the tapes showed. He preferred being the master with Reola as his slave to do whatever he commanded of her.
Re hurried through the dark streets toward her apartment. Once she watched the video again, shed know what to pay closer attention too. Her parents had to have left some cryptic message for both her and Stu about the Colony. Why would they insist on Stu waiting until her thirtieth birthday before showing her the taped message?
Had Stu been thirty years of age when hed first seen his special message? No, he knew who his parents were. How old was he when hed first discovered his own sexuality then?
He certainly knew his way around her body not to have been knowledgeable about sex. Maybe hed just watched the tapes over and over again in preparation for her designated birthday.
It still didnt give her the answers she sought. Stus prowess on sex didnt have anything to do with finding the Colonys location.
"Keep focused, Reola," she scolded herself in a husky whisper. "Theres got to be a connection to the Colony we missed. Think, Reola, think!"
Rounding the corner to her street, she paused for a moment at the only light on her block. The night darker than shed ever seen it, the hair on the back of her neck pricked and goose bumps traveling up her spine sent a chill of warning to her core.
Re looked all around her, then stepped from the security of the street lamp into the darkness. "Three buildings and Ill be home." She breathed deep trying to chase away the dread creeping into her mind.
She reached the drive to her building and let out the breath shed been holding. "Whew, made it." Strolling up the walk to her buildings entrance, a hand grabbed her swinging her body around.
A cloth covered her mouth, muffling the scream trying to escape from within. Re stared into the cold black eyes of Simon Warwick before darkness overtook her.
If it hadnt been for the floor steadying him, Stu would be hanging slumped from the shackles that bound him to the wall. He wasnt sure how long hed been held captive by Warwick, or why. His eyes long grown accustomed to the dark, he could only make out the faint lines of the room. His naked body no longer felt the dampness of the room that crept into his bones when hed first come to.
Warwick mentioned something about a Princess. He must be referring to Re when he said he could smell her all over me. That he could smell human sex. In order for Warwick to know what sex smells like, he must be human and experienced the act in some fashion himself.
Ive got to find a way to reason with him before he hurts Reola. If that happens, the Colony may be doomed. Their hopes and dreams lost because of a rogue like Warwick.
"Damn it, Warwick! Youve no idea what youre doing." Stu yelled in frustration into the cold darkness.
"Dont I?" Warwicks sinister form stepped from the darkness like a phantom in the night.
"How long have you been hiding among the shadows, Warwick?" Stu pulled against the chains again, only to have the cuffs cut deeper into his skin. "Youre like a rat, always finding ways to get into places where you dont belong." The sound of table legs being scraped across the cement floor drew closer. In the dimly lit room, Stu could make out the lines of both the table and the lone chair Warwick now positioned at one end.
Warwick laughed as the room lit up from candles illuminating the cloth covered table. "Oh, I dont know, Whitager. I belong just as much as you do."
Warwick slithered over to Stu, reminding him of a mongoose ready to take its prey by surprise. "Im not sure what youre talking about. Care to explain?"
"Maybe. Maybe not. Depends on whether our guest is willing to do whats asked of her." Warwick turned and disappeared into a darkened corner of the room. Stu strained his eyes against the blackness to see what drew Warwicks attention, but lost track of his moving figure.
"You see, Whitager, Ive got the perfect instrument to act out my intentions on. If all goes well, I could hear both of you begging for mercy. Yours, one of a relief of torture. Hers will be from being driven beyond the point of caring who makes her juices flow, as long as shes satisfied. Itll be entertaining to watch you both become sexually excited. In fact, Im looking forward to the feeling myself."
Warwick came from the corner with a limp figure in his arms. Long dark hair hung over his arm. The body had bumps in places that indicated it to be that of a woman, her face hidden under a black hood.
For the first time in his life, Stu was unable to help someone. He couldnt break free from the chains, and struggling just caused him more pain. All he could do was watch Warwick carry the woman to the middle of the table now just a few feet from him.
Warwick laid the naked body on the table. He positioned the body until her ass was on the edge nearest the chair, then slipped a pad under it. He then stretched her arms out and, with pieces of material, tied each of her wrists just over the corners of the table. Next, he spread the womans legs until they dangled over the edge of the table, then tethered each ankle to a table leg.
Warwick stepped away looking over his work, a satisfied smirk illuminated by the candlelight. "This should do nicely."
"Care to see who our playmate is, Whitager?" Warwick pulled the hood off the unsuspecting woman.
Re! Stus mind screamed in agony.
"You son of a bitch. If you hurt her, Ill kill you!"
"Cold, Im so cold" She tried to move her arms only to find she couldnt. Re opened her eyes, blinking several times until she saw Stu shackled to a wall without a stitch of clothing on. "Stu!" Tears seeped out of her eyes, rolling down the side of her face and landing on the tabletop. "Youre alive."
"Dont move, Re. Hes got you tied to the table. The more you struggle, the tighter the bindings knot." Stu cried out to her.
"Ah, the Princess has finally awakened." Warwick stood at the end of the table, between Res bound legs.
She struggled only to find out she couldnt move. "Whats this all about, Warwick? For pitys sake, untie me this instant!" she demanded, continuing to struggle against the material. "Where are my clothes and why do you have me like this?"
"Were all going to play a little game, Reola. A game that will give you a little pleasure, as well as pain." Warwick slithered over to Stu and ran a finger down his hanging shaft causing it to jump upward.
"Knock it off, Warwick." Stu demanded from his position, unable to physically do anything. "Youre a sick, sick man." Stu flattened his hips against the cold wall.
Warwick laughed in his face, "Like that, do you, Whitager? Shall we see how our playmate reacts to the same touch?" He turned from Stu and took a couple of steps to the end of the table where Re laid.
"Dont you touch me, you monster. Ill never respond to you, never!" she cried out, trying to make her body melt into the wood of the table.
"Well see, well see." Warwick stood between her legs, then reached out with a long finger.
Re jumped at the circular pressure being placed on her clit. "No! Stop, please stop."
"I dont think so. Look at your lover, Reola. See how his cock is growing?" Warwick licked his lips like a lion that just finished a piece of fresh meat.
"No, I wont give you the satisfaction." She closed her eyes tight. The pressure of one finger increased to two fingers pinching and flicking her clit. God, whats he doing to me? This cant be happening, not with Simon Warwick. I can feel my juices gathering. No! I wont let it. I wont!
"Enough!" Stu yelled. "What do you want, Warwick?"
"I want the location of the Colony, Whitager. Sweet and simple."
"Oh God," Reolas hips thrust forward as Warwick moved his fingers in and out of her cunt. "Dont tell him, Stu. No matter what he does to me, you cant tell him where to find them."
Warwick withdrew his fingers, then stood in front of Stu sucking Res juices off them. "I think your girlfriend likes this game, Whitager." He glanced down at Stus cock, smiled, then put his hand around Stus growing shaft.
"Look, my love, I believe Whitager is enjoying the show. We have more acts to perform, dont we, Princess?"
Re looked at Stus naked body. His cock grew hard and looked to be reaching out to her. If only she could do something to give him the release his body would soon be asking for. The moisture between her legs grew as she imagined herself licking and sucking his cock until he exploded inside her. She moved her hips toward him, wanting to feel his cum dripping against her clit.
She blocked everything out of her mind except Stu and the pleasure theyd given each other. It was the only way she could tolerate what Warwick was doing to her. Shed tolerate as much as it took to keep the Colonys location a secret from him. Shed keep thinking of the tender lovemaking with Stu instead of the manipulations of Warwick.
"God, Warwick. Stop, damn it all. Quit using Re to get to me." Stus voice invaded her fantasy of pleasure. She opened her eyes, feeling her hips thrusting forward. Warwick stood naked beside her, his fingers pumping in and out of her cunt. With his free hand, Warwick stroked Stus cock dripping with pre-cum, his own cock growing purple and thumping slightly.
Re watched Warwick shove his fingers deeper into her. Her body automatically arched toward his fingers at the sensation. Her deepest region screamed for release from the torture this mad man inflicted on her.
"I told you, Whitager. I want the location of the Colony."
"Shhhh, I can hear them," Bailey commanded the men standing behind him. "Weve got to be close." Moving along the wall he came upon a small stream of light, stopped, then peered through it. What he saw made his stomach turn in disgust.
His best friend, Stu Whitager, shackled naked to the wall. Simon Warwick stood nude between Stu and a naked woman strapped to the top of a table. In one hand he had a hold of Stus male member while he finger fucked the woman on the table. Putting his ear to the opening, he strained to hear the conversation.
"Look, my love, I believe Whitager is enjoying the show. We have more acts to perform, dont we, Princess?" Warwicks words were wicked and dripping with evil intent.
Stus struggles against the chains were a worthless effort. "God, Warwick. Stop, damn it all. Quit using Re to get to me."
Baileys stomach lurched downward. Re? Thats Reola on the table?
"I told you, Whitager. I want the location of the Colony." Warwicks demand sent despair into Baileys soul. If he and his men didnt make their move soon and find a way into that chamber, both Stu and Reola would fall victim to Warwicks own brand of torture.
"What does this Colony have to do with you or us? Ive never heard of it," Stu asked, hoping to draw Warwicks attention away from Reola. Re cant take much more before her body overtakes her mind. Shell give in to him and hell become her master, as it appears he wants. I need to find out how Warwick knows about them and what sort of connection he has to being human. "You can torture us for days and nothing will come of it, youre wasting your time with us."
Warwick viciously jammed his fingers into Res cunt then ceased his manipulation, leaving her limp with exhaustion from fighting him. "It has everything to do with you and Princess Reola."
Warwick turned, glaring at Stu. Deep in the blackness, his eyes lit with a dark fire. A shiver ran clean through Stus bones at what he saw in them. Evil, pure evil flickered in those dark flames. A wickedness not found in the manufactured beings, the look too human to be anything else.
"How? Explain it to me and maybe we can help you in some way." This has got to work. If I play the submissive one, maybe hell concentrate on me and spill some of the information hes hiding. He seems to thrive on the act of domination. How does he know about domination and being master to a sex slave?
Warwick pulled the chair from the table and sat between Stu and Re. "Come off it, Whitager, we both know what your role is in all this. Or should I say, the role of the Clarks and your parents? After all, youre both a result of their sexual explorations."
"Yes, but whats yours? You seem to be fairly knowledgeable on some of the darker side of sex games, why is that?"
Bingo! Warwicks eyes flickered, a small smirk lingering at the corner of his mouth. If Stu ventured to look at the manhood hanging over the edge of the chair, hed probably see a reaction there as well.
"The Clarks? What have they got to do with this sick display of yours?" Stu asked, wanting to redirect Warwicks attention from Re. He needed him to stay focused anywhere except on Reola.
Warwick stood, moved around to the other side of the table until he neared Res outstretched arms. "Ha, you have your own parents to thank for my expertise." He bent down, taking a nipple in his mouth, causing Re to cry out in pain from the nip.
For the first time in several minutes, Res voice sang through the chamber. "Make him stop, Stu."
"Begging for mercy, tsk tsk, Reola. I would never have thought youd be this easy." Warwick tweaked the hard nipple as if driving his point home. "The times not right yet, my love. Youve got to fuel my fire again before it all can end."
"She doesnt know anything, Warwick. She only just found out who she was," Stu called out.
Warwick slithered over to Stu and grabbed his now semi-hard cock, causing Stu to moan by the roughness the action caused. "Ah, but my masterful manipulations will make you talk, wont they, Whitager?" Warwick flicked a fingernail over the head, then turned back to Re. "Moments ago, you were as soft as a, whats the saying? Oh yeah, a wet noodle. Just watching me play with her excites you, I could feel it in your cock."
A shadow caught the corner of Stus eye. He glanced sideways to see Bailey slide behind a large partition several feet away. "Youre wrong. Its the thought of getting my hands on you and cutting yours off that excites me more than anything you could do to her."
Warwick whirled around, venom in his eyes. "In your current condition, you couldnt step on an insect. Besides, I like having you watch me show Reola the error of her ways. Ill teach her that Im the master of her body, not you."
Stu cringed as Warwick ran the tip of a long fingernail between Res breasts. "Ill do things to her you never could. Shell want no one but me by the time were done. When her juices are dripping out of her cunt, Ill take my pleasure and spill my seed into her."
"You still havent told me what the Clarks have to do with this. I dont recall seeing the name Warwick among my parents belongings either." Stu noticed more shadows flitting lightly next to him. It had to be the forces from the Colony with Bailey. No one else would dare rescue a blue-blood human without knowing the consequences.
Warwicks attention once again became focused on Re. His hand moved over her stomach, traced her birthmark, then passed through the triangle of hair between her legs. He stroked his growing cock, licking the corner of his lips as he slapped her cunt with his free hand. Res body jumped on contact and she let out a small yelp.
Stu felt the blood rush to his own cock. Damn! If Warwick kept this up, hed have an entire army standing in the shadows with hard-ons enough to satisfy every woman on the planet ... human or uterdroid.
Still stroking his hardening cock, Warwick turned to Stu. "Ah yes, the Clarks. They werent the only ones to know of the sex contraband. My parents happened to walk into the lab while they were in the middle of fucking each other. Miles had just slammed his cock into his wife from behind. They never knew they were being watched." He shrugged his shoulders then walked back to Re, cock in hand. "Ive been told your mother seemed to be enjoying every minute of it too. Much the way youve been enjoying..."
Now that Warwick was once again focused on Re, Stu closed his mind to his words but watched Warwicks every move. The cuffs around his ankles became unhitched, but remained in place. His wrists were released in the same fashion. Bailey silently removed one then another until Stu was free of the wall.
"...the tapes on domination were the most thrilling for me. All I could think about all these years is having a slave to perform for me." Warwick manipulated Res clit again, her hips moving with each pinch and tweak. "I knew you would be the perfect slave girl. I only regret not being the one to take you first."
"Take me then, Warwick!" Re spat out. "I can smell the scent of cum and see the droplets on your cock. If you dont do it soon, youll never get the chance, now will you?"
"How right you are, slave." Warwick pumped three fingers into her cunt, then positioned himself at the end of the table. He stroked his cock faster. Reaching out, he grabbed Re by the hips and brought her up to meet his cock, now dripping with pre-cum. "Im going to fuck you, slave. Youll be begging for this over and over each and every night I have you ... Ugh!"
Stu pulled Warwicks limp body from atop Res body. "Are you okay, Re?" He untied her quickly, then took her in his arms, her tears falling on his bare skin. "Im sorry you had to go through this, Re." He rocked her back and forth until her sobs subsided.
"Why, Stu? Why did he do this?" Re brushed the tears from her face.
Stu wished he had the answers, but didnt. "Only Warwick knows, honey. Well find out."
"Wheres your clothes? Weve got to get out of here, Stu." Baileys words came like a whisper in the night.
"I dont know. Try the corner over there, thats were hed hidden Re."
Stu nodded to the now lit corner where the men from the Colony dragged Warwicks limp body. Never in his life had he wanted to kill someone. No one would ever harm his Reola again ... no one.
One year later
Reola sat among the lilacs and honeysuckles of the field, the sun just reaching its highest point in the sky. The lush green grass cool against her bare legs, the sun warmly kissed her once lilywhite skin. The laughter of playing children warmed her heart, but not as much as the babe in her arms.
For the most part, the memories of the torture Warwick inflicted on her were just that ... memories. That night, Stu had brought her to the Colony and over the next year erased the acts of violation from her body. His patience and love soon filled her heart and soul.
Now with Simon Warwick banished to Outer Siberia, she and Stu lived a peaceful existence inside the boundaries of the Colony.
"Hes very hungry today, Stu." Her three-month-old son suckled on a bare breast, dashing away the remnants of that nightmare.
"Hes a growing boy. Like so many of the other children, hell be strong and healthy." Stus hand caressed the silky black head, causing the baby to coo even with his mouth full of nipple.
"Like his father, he thinks he can talk with his mouth full," Reola laughed, enjoying the tickling sensation of her son suckling her breast and the love in her husbands eyes.
Debi Wilder lives a quiet life among the pyramids of Rock Lake with her husband.
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