Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)
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				Title: <strong>Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 03:02:20</strong>
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				<em>Year: 2451<br>Location: Carina System; Central Production, Training and Processing Complex on Centauri Phi</em><br><br><br><br><span style="font-family: courier;" class="bbc_font"><strong>APHR-24389</strong><br><br>Clone Age:&nbsp; 5 months<br>Clone Stage:&nbsp; Female, 24 years<br>Quarters: Section 1014, Cell 25<br>Level: Advanced 3.21<br>Model: Aphrodite Nymphos 4.67<br><br>Progress summary: Subject is on track with Generation 26.&nbsp; No known physical flaws or behavioral problems.&nbsp; Cooperative, willing to please, learns quickly, submits to all program objectives thus far.&nbsp; Scheduled to ship to the Taurean Embassy on JD 2616414.50000.&nbsp; <br><br><br><strong>Total Biograde:</strong>&nbsp; 98.75<br><br>Body proportion: +/- .05 deviation from Phi (Golden Proportion/Fibonacci Number)<br><br>Height/weight ratio: Optimum for Aphrodite Nymphos<br><br>Health: 99.07<br><br>Flexibility: 99.10<br><br>Strength: 96.50<br><br>Endurance: 96.89<br><br><br>Hair: 98.33<br>&nbsp; Color: Burnished Gold 22<br>&nbsp; Length: 62.50 cm<br>&nbsp; Softness: 98.57 (on tactile sensory scale)<br>&nbsp; Lustre: 98.92 (on light refraction scale)<br>&nbsp; Thickness: 97.50 <br>&nbsp; <br>Facial proportion: +/- .09 deviation from Phi <br><br>Eyes: Blue 48 <br><br>Skin: 99.17<br>&nbsp; Color: Alabaster 14<br>&nbsp; Significant Deviations: 0 marks<br>&nbsp; Softness: 99.59 (on tactile sensory scale)<br>&nbsp; Lustre: 98.72 (on light absorption scale)<br>&nbsp; Tone: 99.01<br><br><br>Breast/Waist/Hips ratio: Optimum for Aphrodite Nymphos <br><br>Breasts: 99.24<br>&nbsp; Resting Tone: 99.45 <br>&nbsp; Reactivity (tone and nipple hardness under sexual stimulation): 99.08<br>&nbsp; Shape: 98.97 (on visual sensory scale)<br>&nbsp; Weight: 99.45 (on tactile sensory scale)<br><br>Waist/hips/buttocks: 99.39<br>&nbsp; Flare proportion: 99.78 (on tactile/visual scale)<br>&nbsp; Tone: 98.99 (on tactile/visual scale)<br>&nbsp; <br>Legs: 99.62<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Length/proportion: 99.68<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Flexibility: 99.55<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Vaginal/clitoral/vulval group: 99.17<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Tightness: 99.57 (on two-finger-width scale)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Color: Optimum<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sensitivity: 98.84<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;PC muscle strength: 99.11<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Proportion: Optimum<br><br>Sexual response: 99.78</span><br><br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>APHR-24389 lay very still on the examining table for her weekly assessment. They told her to lie still and not make a sound… unless they wanted her to. Sometimes noise was good, they told her, very good.&nbsp; She really was not certain what they listened for, so she had to rely on instinctual responses to stimuli of pain and pleasure, screams alternating with moans and whimpers. <br><br>They spent a great deal of time between her thighs, with tools designed not to leave a mark and with such delicacy of precision that she would often lie trembling for many minutes afterwards, gasping for air, her body in such turmoil that she could not yet understand as pain or pleasure… but always wet, always a pool of stickiness with the scent of her sex that dampened her thighs and dripped down to the table’s cold, metallic surface.&nbsp; <br><br>And hands all over her pale, nude body… measuring, rubbing, sliding, cupping, often roughly, with or without ultra-sensitive devices designed to document a subject’s deviation from standards that they stated in incomprehensible numbers.&nbsp; All she knew was that she pleased them. One of them, a new intern training to join the staff, had once leaned down to her as she lay spasming after one foray of ‘the thing’ between her parted thighs---“Fucking gods, I’d love to fuck your brains out, Sunshine.”&nbsp; <br><br>Sunshine? What was that? Her name was APHR-24389, not Sunshine. She had stared back up at him blankly and wide-eyed, while he shook his head and ran a surreptitious hand along the inside of her shapely, rounded thigh, squeezing so close to the still gushing moisture there.<br><br>Cooperative.&nbsp; Willing to please. Optimum responses.&nbsp; All of which apparently earned her approving looks, much coveted privileges, and, perhaps less understood, those numbers on her record that would put her on track for a position as a high-level courtesan once her training was completed.&nbsp; <br><br>Once her assessments were over, she always experienced a rush of something… and because her privileges included time in the facility’s library, she pored and searched through her favorite computer book, the one called the dictionary. She found the word easily enough, after cross-referencing other words that she had learned.&nbsp; Relief. <br><br>The library was not extensive by any means.&nbsp; She and others like her were programmed to read, but not to be educated.&nbsp; So the offerings on the shelves were limited to censored references, picture books, elementary textbooks.&nbsp; They were to learn enough to avoid sounding like halfwits, but never enough to sound intelligent, unless the model’s program included such a requisite.&nbsp; <br><br>“Halfwit.” Somehow, the word made her smile. She was careful not to say it aloud as she often did with newly discovered words, in case others heard her and misunderstood.&nbsp; Words, she had learned, sometimes drew powerful reactions when she least expected them to.&nbsp; <br><br>After that one encounter with the intern, she went to the library during her free time, which was always too short--- just before she was to proceed to the kitchens for her duties.&nbsp; She sat at the long table with the dictionary in front of her, and looked up ‘Sunshine.’<br><br>To her disappointment, it was not in the dictionary.&nbsp; A tiny bead of suspicion had formed in her mind that perhaps they had censored many words from the reading device. Why? What harm could words possibly do?&nbsp; Or perhaps ‘Sunshine’ was a made-up word?<br><br>She turned off the dictionary slowly, a sigh escaping through full, pink lips that still had the marks of her teeth on them, although the lustrous sheen on her lips indicated that they had applied an ointment to speed up healing.&nbsp; With her hands resting on the device, she looked up and around to see who else had come to the library.&nbsp; <br><br>She had long since discovered that what she was experiencing was ‘curiosity’--- although she never quite understood what one instructor had once told her during a ‘training session’, that ‘curiosity killed the cat.’ He had made a mistake in saying that to her, she realized.&nbsp; <br><br>What, she wondered, was a cat?<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 04:53:54</strong>
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				<br>~~~~~ Genetic Dossier (bearing the electronic fingerprints that denote its having-been recently-opened and edited) ~~~~~<br><br><br>M-PHG-80312<br><br>Age:&nbsp; 22 MOS<br>Quarters: Off-site testing facility Beta.&nbsp; <br>Level: HK 1.2 <br>Model: Adonis Epicurus 5.1<br><br>Progress summary: Subject is being temporarily housed at Off-site testing facility Beta to undergo both Hardware and Software upgrades in accordance with Directive 8371-H901.&nbsp; Subject exhibited none of the latent aggression associated with HK 1.2 but is being upgraded to Ultra 7.0 as a precautionary measure.&nbsp; Model AE 5.1 is also outdated and being upgraded to 6.0 for enhanced phallus control and automatic ergonomic erectile function and Grafenberg-spot stimulation, heightened sense of sexual awareness and sensitivity to partners' desires, levels of arousal, and erogenous zones.&nbsp; As a candidate for the training facility M-80312 has also been upgraded with internal ejaculant and an orgasm-prolonging subcutaneous Vedic-Sutras system.&nbsp; M-80312 has proven exceptionally receptive to the recent Firmware upgrades and shown incredible aptitude in applying recently downloaded programs and techniques.&nbsp; As a member of Generation 24 the subject will be unable to serve in an active line of duty but its merits as an instructional tutor warrant reassignment.&nbsp; M-80312 has been subjected to only the most rigorous training and modernization offered at the original testing facility Alpha and will be an excellent addition to the staff of testing facility Beta.&nbsp; <br><br><br>Biograde:<br>Hair: ---<br>&nbsp; Color: Burnt Umber / Salt and Pepper 81 (on average test-specimens showed a 21% increase in arousal with the addition of a touch of gray)<br>&nbsp; Length: 12.10 cm<br>&nbsp; Softness: 96.42 (on tactile sensory scale)<br>&nbsp; Lustre: 97.08 (on light refraction scale)<br>&nbsp; Thickness: 94.30 <br>&nbsp; <br>Facial proportion: +/- .08 deviation from Phi (Golden Proportion/Fibonacci Number)<br><br>Eyes: Ochre 12 <br><br>Skin: ---<br>&nbsp; Color: Olive 14<br>&nbsp; Significant Deviations: 0 marks<br>&nbsp; Tautness: 99.04 (on tactile sensory scale)<br>&nbsp; Sheen: 98.16 (on light absorption scale)<br>&nbsp; Musculature: 99.01<br><br>Body proportion: +/- .06 deviation from Phi <br><br>Height/weight ratio: Optimal for Adonis Epicurus<br><br>Health: 99.87<br><br>Flexibility: 96.70<br><br>Strength: 99.42<br><br>Endurance: 99.91<br><br>Shoulders/Torso/Quadriceps ratio: Optimal for Adonis Epicurus<br><br>Pectorals: ---<br>&nbsp; Resting Tone: 98.35 <br>&nbsp; Reactivity (tone and nipple hardness under sexual stimulation): 98.91<br>&nbsp; Shape: 99.17 (on visual sensory scale)<br>&nbsp; Weight: 98.62 (on tactile sensory scale)<br><br>Abdominals/Quadriceps/Glutes: ---<br>&nbsp; Flare proportion: 99.82 (on tactile/visual scale)<br>&nbsp; Tone: 99.69 (on tactile/visual scale)<br>&nbsp; <br>Legs: ---<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Length/proportion: 99.44<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Flexibility: 98.51<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Phallus/Scrotum/member-group: --- <br>(Foreskin has been eliminated for hygiene and based on the Global Average Preference.&nbsp; The glans-penis has been shaped for optimal stimulation.&nbsp; The upgrade to Ultra 7.0 automatically adjusts phalus-length and girth to provide optimal stimulation based on both canal-size and partner-response.&nbsp; Sizes listed are basic-model shop-standards to abide the Global Average Preference.&nbsp; After significant in-house testing and feedback Ultra 7.0 is being tweaked to include many standard-deviations away from our curve of responses despite standard-programming restrictions that would otherwise avoid internal bruising)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Length-flaccid: 16.5 cm&nbsp; <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Length-erect: 26.4 cm <br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Girth-flaccid: 16.2 cm<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Girth-erect: 21.7 cm<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Glans: 99.42 (on tactile/visual scale)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Ejaculant: 98.37 (on tactile/visual scale after adjusting amino and enzymatic production to account for any possible dietary variations)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Color: Optimal<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;Sensitivity: 96.34&nbsp; (Due to subject's pending transfer to testing facility Beta and a possible future capacity to serve in training its sensitivity was lowered to acceptible levels for adherence to the Vedic-Sutra installation guidelines)<br>&nbsp; &nbsp;<br>Sexual response: 99.41<br><br>~~~~<br><br><br>"Can we keep 'im?" came the puerile pleading that brought consciousness back to his brain.&nbsp; He was aroused.&nbsp; "C'mon Linda...can we?" the sing-song voice insisted from somewhere above him.<br><br>"In this office you will address me as Dr. Berkvist.&nbsp; Is that understood?" intoned the older, feminine, authoritatively clinical response from somewhere on his left.<br><br>"You're no fun!" the younger woman almost whined.<br><br>"Oh?&nbsp; I assure you I'll have plenty of fun when I take Two home for the weekend and yes, perhaps we'll keep him if his transfer is approved."&nbsp; The older woman's voice had taken on a deeper, huskier tone that he recognized immediately.&nbsp; His training was impeccable.&nbsp; "He's more likely to stay as an instructor than be reassigned for duty because of the Generation-Gap.&nbsp; Though, such decisions are far away from my hands.&nbsp; I've already made my recommendations plain to the powers-that-be."<br><br>"You're taking Two home for the weekend?" the younger voice mewled plaintively and then continued without waiting for the reply.&nbsp; "Why, Dr. Berkvist, when you're positively beaming from head-to-toe on Monday morning I'll be sure to remind you of our conversation yesterday."<br><br>"Oh hush!&nbsp; His stay here is almost over.&nbsp; It wouldn't be right of us to say goodbye without a proper send-off."&nbsp; There was something subtle in her voice.&nbsp; Was it arousal?&nbsp; It made him wary and forced his eyes open.<br><br>"So he's leaving for good then?" the younger woman asked plainly as she sat, spread and suspended in the Eagle-chair that hovered over his groin.&nbsp; Her vagina was as open to his view as the curtains in his windowless cell.&nbsp; It was impeccable and immaculate and inundated.&nbsp; She was probably an Aphrodite though he couldn't tell what line or lineage.&nbsp; Her upper body was fully clothed in some sort of modified hospital gown that allowed unfettered access to her bald pussy (hair, evidently, was a laser-corrected preference and only offered in active-duty models).&nbsp; One of her hands slyly snaked out and began to stroke her exposed, engorged clit.<br><br>"Only time will tell," Dr. Berkvist answered back as she reached out one gloved hand and batted the Aphrodite's offending fingers away.&nbsp; "No auto-stimulation!&nbsp; The test is almost over.&nbsp; Can we but try to have some self-control or hadn't you made it through that part of the program before you were expelled?"&nbsp; The Aphrodite recoiled like a child whose hand is caught in the cookie jar.&nbsp; "I tell you, at times I feel like a glorified babysitter."<br><br>"He's awake," the young woman announced cheerfully.<br><br>"Ah, finally," the doctor sniffed sounding miffed as she began punching buttons and twiddling her fingers along imaginary keys with clinical detachment.<br><br>M-PHG-80312 or Two as they had affectionately referred to him scanned the room the way he had done so many times before and took account of his surroundings.&nbsp; They were in a lab whose walls were coated with a sterile-white paint that almost hurt his eyes.&nbsp; The room was populated with all manner of gadgetry and computer and instrumentation.&nbsp; Most of it was hooked up to him.&nbsp; Some of it was hooked up to her.&nbsp; Little white node-patches rose and fell and dotted the landscape of his supine form as he breathed.&nbsp; Two lay on a cold, metal table that was probably close to four-feet off the ground if the older woman on his left was actually standing on the floor.&nbsp; Above him, a younger woman, her face giddy with glee, her heels firmly stirruped, sat recumbently reclined in the Eagle.&nbsp; He had heard them refer to the apparatus before and never understood the reference; it was usually accompanied by some sort of snicker or giggle.&nbsp; Right now he could hear no chortling.&nbsp; His ears were almost overwhelmed with a cacophony of whirring, beeping, buzzing, tweeting, chirping, and slurping.&nbsp; Had he tried, it'd have taken him all day to echo-locate and place every sound with its corresponding machine.&nbsp; Right now Two was content to add his own sound to the orchestra.&nbsp; He sighed.&nbsp; His nostrils had stayed almost permanently flared since he had arisen.&nbsp; The succulently sweet aroma wafting from her waiting hole tickled his olfactories and had infused his cock with liquid-steel.&nbsp; Two craned and looked down at his massive, veiny member that stood proudly erect and rigid and slickened with someone else's lascivious lubrication.&nbsp; He swelled with...what was that?&nbsp; Pride?&nbsp; As the tell-tale whirr of mechanical servos forced his pulse to quicken.&nbsp; The Eagle was landing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>27-05-2009, 16:12:21</strong>
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				The facility was an underground fortress that solely occupied the jungle planet of Centauri Phi.&nbsp; Security upon layers of security were weaved tightly about the complex, and for good reason.&nbsp; When each of the thousands of clones that were born, raised, trained and shipped out represented a lucrative profit for the government-subsidized institution, the inflow into security measures seemed only common sense.<br><br>But there was another reason for the security.&nbsp; Something infinitely darker.&nbsp; None of the clones knew, for none of the facility personnel were allowed to tell them.&nbsp; <br><br>Sex, war, technology, labor… mass production of clones satisfied the demand that such needs drove, needs that a kleptocratic government relied on for the use, abuse, and trade of such commodities to fill its coffers and meet its own insatiable appetites.<br><br>To anyone entering the fortress from the hot, humid environs of the dense rainforest that bordered Persepolis, the city that covered almost the entire planet, the change in atmosphere was remarkable.&nbsp; Centauri Phi, as the facility was often termed, or Phi for short, had a strictly controlled, self-contained climate of its own needed for the enormous laboratories that turned out thousands of clones per month.&nbsp; <br><br>If one looked at a blueprint of the complex, one might perhaps recognize the graceful curve of the shell-like Fibonacci spiral, not only in its overall shape, but the shape of hallways, stairways, and even the arrangement of columns.&nbsp; <br><br>The entrance past the heavily guarded gate awed and intimidated… huge, metal-core concrete pillars covered in intricate, sculptured sheaths of silver metal and glass supported the vast, high-ceilinged hall.&nbsp; It was almost a <em>trompe-l'œil</em>, for one does not at first appreciate how immense the place was until one realized that the tiny, moving dots that moved over the surface of the pillars behind the metal and glass shields were clones… thousands of clones, going about their training and daily business.<br><br>APRH-24389 was on her way to her Protocol and Etiquette lesson.&nbsp; She was now known as Sunshine to many of her instructors, thanks to the intern, although none of them would dare breathe the word in the presence of higher management.&nbsp; It simply stuck with her, because it was so much easier to say than APHR-24389.<br><br>The classroom was one of the smaller ones meant for private one-on-one lessons such as this one, consisting of the one spiral-legged table and two spiral-backed chairs.&nbsp; They sat across from each other, and for this lesson—one of the few in her program--- the instructor did not touch her.&nbsp; But Holcomb wanted to.&nbsp; It was inevitable with this AN model.&nbsp; <br><br>Holcomb ended the lesson with a thorough verbal examination that confirmed how well she had absorbed the material.&nbsp; When she had proven to him that she had indeed internalized every detail of protocol she would need in Taurea,&nbsp; and because they had a bit of time left over,&nbsp; he launched into one of his familiar rants about his wife.<br><br>“’Dan,’ she says to me,” he mimicked the woman’s voice.&nbsp; “’Dan,’ she says, ‘Get your head out of your ass and do something with yourself.’&nbsp; She nags and nags, the same fucking theme over and over.&nbsp; ‘My head out of my ass?&nbsp; Isn’t that a physical impossibility?’&nbsp; I ask her, but the woman has no sense of humor.&nbsp; I threaten to buy an AN model to replace her and she screeches at me, ‘Buy an AN model? You can’t even afford an enhancement package for yourself!’&nbsp; Oh god, I swear I’m gonna get that AN model and rub it in her face everyday until she’s sick of it and leaves me.&nbsp; Or better yet, I’ll just kick her out.&nbsp; I don’t need an enhancement package, by the way.”<br><br>Sunshine bit her lower lip to keep from smiling, still not realizing that she was supposed to smile at his tirade.&nbsp; He was an instructor, and though he had been kind to her in his gruff way, she had learned that it was best to keep the space of a table width between them.&nbsp; <br><br>Physically, space was not so easy with the other instructors… the ones who taught her ‘hands-on’ lessons in seduction.&nbsp; But space was in and around her mind and her developing emotions.&nbsp; An emotional virgin in a seductress’ body, she had come to look on the act of sex and educational exercises thereof as clinically as she did cooking lessons in the kitchens. <br><br>“What is death?”<br><br>The words came out of nowhere, cutting off Holcomb in mid-sentence.&nbsp; He stared at this golden-haired, angelic-faced seductress and not for the first time realized that this one was a thinker.&nbsp; “You shouldn’t be asking.&nbsp; It’s not your concern.”<br><br>“You have asked me many questions and I answered them perfectly.&nbsp; Why can I not ask you one simple question and get one simple answer?”&nbsp; Her boldness surprised her, but the question had been haunting her thoughts ever since she had overheard two instructors talking to each other.&nbsp; “And what is killing?”<br><br>“Because it’s not my place to give you the answer,” he growled testily.&nbsp; “You might as well ask me what lies beyond these walls.&nbsp; I can’t tell you.&nbsp; You’ll learn eventually on your own.”<br><br>“Why can I not learn it now?” she begged.&nbsp; “And what is a cat?”<br><br>“What is a ---?&nbsp; Did anyone ever tell you that ‘curiosity killed the cat?”<br><br>“Yes, I have heard it before—from one of my instructors,” she said patiently.&nbsp; “That is why I asked what killing is.&nbsp; What is a cat? And what is death?”<br><br>“Jesus fucking Christ,” he groaned.&nbsp; “You should listen to him.&nbsp; Curiosity, especially here, DOES kill the cat… trust me.”&nbsp; Suddenly, his jaw clamped shut, and his eyes swerved away.&nbsp; He had said too much.&nbsp; <br>&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;<br>And something in her, that growing awareness of the nuances of others’ behavior that came with her social development, knew that he was hiding something.&nbsp; For the first time in her short life, her lips started to form a tremulous pout at being denied what she so dearly wished to know… but she straightened her lips with a recovery of the serene poise that her training had instilled in her.<br><br>She said softly, “If I knew what a cat was, and what killing it does to it, and if you tell me why they do not like curiosity here, I might agree with you.”<br><br>“Look, I’ve already gone above and beyond my duty by answering some of your questions.”&nbsp; He stood up.&nbsp; “Lesson over.&nbsp; Your last one with me.&nbsp; Tomorrow, you start the last phase of your training, and you will have one instructor.&nbsp; A new one, I hear.&nbsp; You will be given new objectives, and if you are a good little girl and pass this phase, you will leave this place… and you will see and know things… perhaps more than you bargained for.”&nbsp; Cynicism dripped in his voice… but since she was not sophisticated enough to detect it, she took his words at face value.<br><br>Her blue eyes suddenly glowed bright, and she leaned forward, lips parted eagerly.&nbsp; “Promise?”<br><br>“Promise.”&nbsp; Jesus fucking Christ.&nbsp; It was like throwing a lamb to the wolves… but it was none of his concern.&nbsp; His job with this one was finished.&nbsp; Once again, he tore his eyes away from those lips.&nbsp; Oh yeah, if he got that promotion… bye bye Doris and hello last year’s AN model.&nbsp; “My colleagues and I will brief your new instructor tomorrow.&nbsp; I suggest you apply yourself to this last crucial phase, Sunshine.&nbsp; Keep your instructor happy. And… keep your fucking curiosity under control. Focus on what you were created for. Your future depends on it.”&nbsp; <br><br>Sunshine nodded, silenced.&nbsp; Once again, her quest to find out what a cat was and why curiosity killed it had been thwarted.&nbsp; After he exited the room, leaving her sitting lost in thought in her chair, she wondered for the first time if she should have used the art of seduction to get the answer out of him… a sure sign of the emergence of problem-solving skills.&nbsp; <br><br>But it was too late now.&nbsp; Tomorrow, she would have a new instructor… a total unknown, and perhaps from whom answers were the least of her worries.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 02:22:31</strong>
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				Two had grown accustomed to the modicum of authority his position afforded him; it was unique and unlike other types of authority.&nbsp; It was neither divine nor natural, but it had been granted to him based on merit.&nbsp; Someone, somewhere, had seen fit to place him in the role of instructor.&nbsp; He had become a sexual-tutor of sorts -- a prowess tester, a finesse finagler, and a gauge by which the corps' female units would be measured.&nbsp; His role was simple and yet very complex.&nbsp; Under his tutelage the young, naive little nymphettes would learn their most important survival skill -- seduction.&nbsp; Some would move on to assignments involving everything from a dignitary's mundane domestic companionship to incredibly valuable roles of infiltration, information-gathering, and even assassination.&nbsp; They were as much government property as the cold, metal, broad-backed chase he now reclined in.<br><br>The training room felt like a doctor's office.&nbsp; It was painted in that sterile, impersonal white that denied a person comfort regardless of his surroundings.&nbsp; The room was a perfect cube.&nbsp; Even the back of the door was white-washed so that it's seams were indistinguishable from the wall it was set in.&nbsp; There were no hinges or tinges or hints of anything other than the simple silver mesa and its two accompanying chases (one of which was currently occupied).&nbsp; The room, itself, Two thought, had been designed to be devoid of distraction.&nbsp; Instead, the complete and utter lack of distraction proved very distracting in and of itself.&nbsp; "Tsk," he chided himself.&nbsp; Such thoughts weren't very becoming of government employees.&nbsp; The development of abstract thought processes was completely forbidden for <em>all</em> pleasure-models -- even the instructors.&nbsp; Two dismissed the imaginary allegation and let his mind wander back to the task at hand.<br><br>There was a light source in the room.&nbsp; Its origin and emanation-point was completely unidentifiable but it shone, like the sun, with warm, radiant energy like a blanket of affection.&nbsp; The white-walls were bland so Two allowed his eyes to close and focused on his other senses.&nbsp; Immediately he recognized his personal scent; a mix of musk and machismo made the air around his person ripe with a carefully concocted scent.&nbsp; He imagined that it was his own glands and pheromones that produced the intoxicating melange.&nbsp; He was only half-correct.&nbsp; Two had long suspected that the subtle hint of cologne that seeped from strategic source-points on his skin was the cold, calculating work of scientific efficiency.&nbsp; Why leave <em>anything</em> to chance?&nbsp; Well, for once, Two found himself agreeing with his silent-partner.&nbsp; He had been bred for serviceability and easily-maintained hygiene; Two had been groomed since inception to take care with his mien and take pride in his appearance.&nbsp; Before today's session, he had showered and scrubbed (and would have shaved had it been necessary) accordingly.<br><br>Another trainee to put to the test...to put through the (what did they call it?) "ringer."&nbsp; He <em>still</em> hadn't the faintest idea of what that meant or where the expression came from.&nbsp; They came to him every month with "fresh meat" and he churned out a bonafide seductress or discarded a subpar-subject.&nbsp; The failures were graded and either re-submitted for another full round of training or rejected and destined for domestic-duty in The Agency's private sector.&nbsp; Business, as Two understood it, was booming.&nbsp; He couldn't even fathom how an average human-male would respond to the advances of even his most dismal failures.&nbsp; "It just isn't fair," he remarked casually to the empty room.<br><br>"What isn't fair?" came the almost rhetorical reply of a smooth, inquisitive voice.<br><br>"Sunshine?" he asked in a deep, clear barritone that resounded within the cavernous expanse of a broad, sculpted chest.&nbsp; His diaphragm easily transitioned from inner-peace to practiced discourse.&nbsp; Two had opened only one eye to appraise the intrude.&nbsp; Sunshine or not she was surely an Aphrodite.&nbsp; The young woman had the look of the Goddess -- her namesake -- and wore heavenly perfection like a comfortable pair of faded, old blue jeans.&nbsp; A golden-haired vixen with cerulean saucers and creamy, alabaster skin stood before him with perfunctory aplomb.&nbsp; No stranger to superiors then.&nbsp; He dared not let her features draw more of his attention than a gauging glance and a nod of approval.<br><br>"Yes sir," she said with a breathy pause.&nbsp; Had she intended to say more?<br><br>"Continue," he commanded.<br><br>"What is unfair?" she asked, this time a little more insistently, as her brow wrinkled with inquisitive perplexity.&nbsp; He made a mental note to keep this naive little one backpedaling.&nbsp; She was curious.&nbsp; It would be her downfall; it could, very well, be his.&nbsp; He ignored the silent-partner as it remarked from the shadows of Two-subconscious.&nbsp; This Aphrodite certainly was fetching when it was bewildered.<br><br>The other eye opened in a squint that drew attention to its opposite eyebrow that now arched in feigned disbelief.&nbsp; It had the desired effect and elicited a break in eye-contact.&nbsp; Sunshine studied the floor.&nbsp; The girl had been censured for her curiosity before, had she?&nbsp; He sighed inwardly.&nbsp; This was almost going to be too easy.&nbsp; "Leave your clothes at the door and return to the chase.&nbsp; You can retrieve them on your way out."&nbsp; His voice was strong and assertive.&nbsp; His demeanor was cool, calm, and collected.&nbsp; Even if he hadn't commanded government-bestowed authority he'd have been difficult to deny.&nbsp; Sunshine followed his instruction without further comment.<br><br>He winked at her -- an improvised maneuver that had once bought him bonus points in a board room with the Committee -- and allowed his lips to curl into a calculated half-smile as she approached.&nbsp; Sunshine cocked her head quizzically.&nbsp; Hadn't anyone ever winked at her before?&nbsp; A wolfish grin creased the corners of his mouth and touched his eyes.&nbsp; Her body was flawless.&nbsp; Granted, he wasn't the trained eye of Quality-Control, nor was his attention to minutia indefatigable.&nbsp; Sometimes he felt tired of perfection, having donned it for so long, himself.&nbsp; "Perfection is tiresome," grumbled the voice from the shadows.&nbsp; This was <em>not</em> one of those times.&nbsp; Her toes were perfectly pedicured and symmetrical.&nbsp; Her legs were trim, somewhat athletic, but healthy and fleshy and curvy.&nbsp; Her thighs, parted slightly as she walked, were the smooth, taut invitation of timorous-deep.&nbsp; Her trained response to his nudity was a glistening veneer of vaginal vacillation.&nbsp; Oooh!&nbsp; This one was good.&nbsp; Her hips swayed in a naturally-seductive swagger with every mesmerizing step.&nbsp; Her belly, firm and slender offered only nominal purchase.&nbsp; Two traced circles around her navel with his narrowed gaze as if he could stare right through her and into the electric-ocean.&nbsp; Her torso supported two teardrop-globes that bounced with playful perkiness as her every footfall hit the imaginary sand.&nbsp; They were, at once, soft, supple, surprisingly firm and energetic.&nbsp; If her hips had mesmerized him before then her breasts had surely befuddled his rapt attention.&nbsp; Two perky little nipples stared back at him, cute and slightly rigid -- daring him to tear his ogling gaze away.&nbsp; He dared not.&nbsp; She had a smooth, slender neck and a long, subtly soft lineament that attempted, unsuccessfully, to corral the angelic complexion of perfection.&nbsp; Before him stood a vision of heaven:&nbsp; She was the living embodiment of symmetrical, congruous, inhuman flawlessness.<br><br>Two sighed inwardly.&nbsp; He never tired of his lot in life.&nbsp; Thankfully, his hemo-inhibitors had prevented his body's natural reaction from completely ruining their first session; it would set the stage for the entire lesson-cycle.<br><br>"Computer, paradise please," he spoke to the room.&nbsp; In a moment six white walls became the tropical retreat of an Earth-beach.&nbsp; Palms swayed in a gentle breeze that, even now, caressed their skin with feather-tipped fingertips.&nbsp; The sun, though shining before, now scintillated and sparkled off of turquoise waters.&nbsp; The sound of the surf on the sand soothed them with its lullaby of laughter and love.&nbsp; The smell of brine rode gusts of majestic currents until it flared their nostrils slightly and afforded the sweet, succulent scent of savory coconut 'neath a salty sea.&nbsp; The heat on their naked bodies was now nearly tangible and forced a pock-marked eruption of beaded sweat along their smooth, hairless surfaces of skin.&nbsp; When Sunshine sat, naked, on the adjacent chase Two leaned back and stretched languorously like a lazy cat.&nbsp; He felt something akin to the massive dragon-lizards they worshipped on Komodo-Prime.&nbsp; By day, the sun bathed them in indolence.&nbsp; By night, however, they ruled the sands.&nbsp; Two was getting distracted.&nbsp; He blinked away the invading thoughts and focused on today's lesson.<br><br>"Why are you here?" he posed of her without taking his closed eyes off the brilliant orb in the imagined sky.<br><br>"I am to learn the art of seduction, teacher," she replied hesitantly.<br><br>"Yes, but why?" he continued, prodding her.<br><br>"Because that is the last phase my training," she insisted.<br><br>"It is?" he asked rhetorically, "I see..." Two paused thoughtfully and strategically hoping to catch her disoriented.&nbsp; "Why do they call you Sunshine?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>29-05-2009, 22:09:11</strong>
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				<em>"Why are you here?"</em><br><br>The question embodied everything that had been threatening Sunshine’s equanimity behind the façade of serenity, behind the ethereal, delicate features, in which large, shimmering blue orbs seemed distracted as they gazed at this perfect paragon of manhood from head to toe with more than mere curiosity.<br><br>Had she not asked herself that question this morning?&nbsp; Along with many&nbsp; others?&nbsp; &nbsp;Unanswered questions, all.&nbsp; Her mind strained desperately, her appetite for knowledge whetted by the library’s censored references.&nbsp; She felt so—so ignorant, so stupid.&nbsp; Why could they not answer her questions?&nbsp; She would answer <em>their</em> questions so much better if they only told her what she wanted to know.<br><br>And here she was again… and they told her he would be her very last instructor.&nbsp; Her last chance to prove herself… to ensure her place ‘beyond these walls.’&nbsp; She understood that there was a world beyond these walls.&nbsp; A beautiful, wondrous world.&nbsp; They had promised that she would learn countless things… if she would perform her duties zealously, if she pleased the man they called the Taurean ambassador.&nbsp; And they expected her to ask questions… specific questions whose answers they actually wanted the ambassador to give her.&nbsp; Oh, how wonderful that would be!&nbsp; Finally, a man who was guaranteed to answer her questions if she applied her lips, her tongue, her sex, her entire body in ways that they told her a man would not be able to resist from an Aphrodite model.<br><br>But she wondered.&nbsp; Why could she not get the men in this place to answer her questions?&nbsp; What was she doing wrong?&nbsp; Her last conversation with Holcomb had given her an answer… or the hint of an answer.&nbsp; Perhaps she was not applying herself as she should… perhaps she needed to raise her efforts to a higher level.&nbsp; <br><br>‘Keep your instructor happy… focus on what you were created for.’<br><br>Yes…happy. And what was she created for?&nbsp; Seduction. That was it.&nbsp; ‘Seduce like you mean it,” one instructor had told her. “Fuck him like you mean it.” Keep his cock happy. Learn what pleasures him. Make the man feel that his cock inside your mouth and your pussy is the only thing that you want above everything else.&nbsp; And don’t fake your orgasms.&nbsp; As if she knew how to fake.&nbsp; Orgasms came naturally to Aphrodite models… they easily came one right after the other, sometimes endless upheavals with even just a touch of skillfully applied pressure on her button and inside her tight, forcefully clenching walls.<br><br>And that was when she changed.&nbsp; Physically, an Aphrodite model, even with all her allurements, her sexual enhancements, her almost unearthly beauty and sensuality, was still only a cold shell of a body… but when the mind that came with the body was suddenly gripped with the passionate desire to know, a mind transformed by fierce determination and longing to get those answers through every way she knew how--- she became more than a vacuous sexbot.&nbsp; <br><br>So she had prepared for this meeting.&nbsp; Perhaps more than she had ever done with any of her instructors.&nbsp; She had to be perfect.&nbsp; She had slept the full complement of hours the night before so she would have optimum endurance and strength. Her long gold hair was carefully washed with a special shampoo and dried and brushed until it was a thick, silken, lustrous curtain that invited fingers to slide through the glossy lamina.&nbsp; Her skin was bathed and scrubbed gently from head to toe, exfoliated until only the flushed, radiant skin of dewy youth remained, a delicate sheen from fragrant oils to enhance her own pheromone-induced scent coating every expanse of creaminess, every feminine, seductive swell and dip of her lissome, pliant body, from the soft ivory mounds of her breasts, to the dimpled valley of her waist flaring to invitingly rounded hips, down the sinuous contour of long slender legs.&nbsp; Every pearly tip of fingers and toes were lavished attention, her small, perfect white teeth smoothed clean and sparkling. Her breath was tested again and again, nothing of her meal must remain in her whispers and kisses, only the moist sweetness of hunger and desire coating her tongue, while a different moistness between her thighs, from the tight folds of her sex, was encouraged by light, slow rubbings of her finger until her scent would be intoxicating to male olfactory receptors and the shadow under the faint, silky triangle of her Venus mound hinted of a glistening paradise for a man’s pleasure.<br><br>For a long time, she had critically studied her naked body in the 360 mirror, not an inch of the feast spared.&nbsp; Her slow, almost meditative preparations, while perhaps not necessary in an Aphrodite model, had symbolized the girding of her mind for her quest.&nbsp; Somewhere in those preparations, a different transformation had taken place.&nbsp; She was an Aphrodite model who wanted something quite badly with her entire mind, body… and yes, soul.&nbsp; Somewhere inside, she had engaged in that mysterious process that most human women experienced from birth… the slow flowering of womanhood, and the growing, exquisite awareness of the deep hunger of a mind, body and heart that were being denied. <br><br>She was determined to get answers.&nbsp; <br><br>And yet, from the moment she had stepped into the white training room and saw <em>him</em>, she quickly realized that it was not going to be as easy as all that.&nbsp; This man was--- different.&nbsp; <br><br>She had never before seen such a perfectly orchestrated balance of male beauty and strength, of sheer sexuality and charm, of authority and confidence… although she did not know those words, she <em>felt</em> them instantly.&nbsp; She knew from the way her body’s responses accelerated at the sight of that large, long, flawless body reclining in the chaise, even in repose exuding controlled strength and an utterly magnificent sexuality that had her own genetically engineered sensitivity responding and climbing to levels that would have topped the scales in the examination room.&nbsp; <br><br>The scales would have measured her reaction in numbers… but all she knew was that her heart pounded like it had never done at the sight of any man, her breath coming noticeably faster through her parted lips, and the dampness on the inner walls of her slender thighs came nigh to dripping.&nbsp; Her fingers itched to run through dark brown hair framing his face… a face so exquisitely and emphatically masculine in its beauty that her ingrained feminine sensibilities were instantly drawn.&nbsp; As if that were not enough, his face completed the superb structure of his head, which in turn intersected the perpendicular perfection of a strong corded neck melding with the breathtaking width of powerful shoulders and a&nbsp; splendid chest that rose and fell with his breathing… then down, down the sculpted torso slimming to narrow hips between which sprang his glorious weapon, so large and ready and hard… there her eyes seemed to get caught, while her own walls clenched and ached at the mere thought that her body would be accommodating it, perhaps soon…and she had a difficult time taking in the rest of him, which she had already decided was quite spectacular.<br><br>The words escaped her… but she knew they existed somewhere out there.&nbsp; Or perhaps not.&nbsp; Perhaps there were no words to describe this man.&nbsp; Perhaps he defied description and only her body had the proper physical language to encompass him.&nbsp; <br><br>And then he spoke, that deep-timbered voice sending unfamiliar shivery disturbances over her skin and through her body.&nbsp; It reminded her why she was there, and that her quest for answers would begin or end with this man.<br><br>But the questions… so&nbsp; many questions… her hope sank as she was also reminded that he was no different from the other instructors in that way.&nbsp; He liked to ask questions and demanded answers, answers she willingly gave because she truly could not deny him anything.&nbsp; It was somewhere in her DNA, she supposed.&nbsp; Everything about her&nbsp; -- her face, her hair, her body, her scent, her submissiveness-- had been engineered, arranged, and shaped to please the intended targets of her service, whether Taurean ambassadors or instructors.<br><br><em>"Why do they call you Sunshine?"</em><br><br>She tore her awed, squinting gaze from the dazzling vision above them, from a sun that she did not know her nickname had been derived from, and brought her eyes back to the man reclining next to her.&nbsp; <br><br>The question drew her back to her purpose.&nbsp; Her resolve was revived, and she consciously armed her mind and body for the task ahead.&nbsp; Beautiful or not, he was a man, was he not?&nbsp; Did not the others say that every man could be seduced if she only applied herself?<br><br>She smiled at him, a soft, slight curving of lips, and slowly stood up.&nbsp; She closed the short space between them, every alluring move, every gentle sway of her hips, a concert of fluid, sensual grace meant for his eyes alone.&nbsp; Then she lowered her body, perching her bottom on his lap, her smooth hip lightly grazing the hard-veined, straining column of his manhood.&nbsp; She settled herself comfortably, squirming a bit over the tops of his hard thighs, while her hands slid in slow, exploratory circles over the firm, smooth skin of his shoulders and chest.&nbsp; Her fingertips oddly tingled from the touch… while he would feel the silky wetness from the shadowed valley at the apex of her legs flowing down over his skin.<br><br>“I do not know,” she said softly.&nbsp; “I think it is because they did not like my other name.”&nbsp; She leaned closer, the rigid, puckered tips of her firmly swelling breasts brushing ever so delicately over his chest, and spoke in his ear in a breathless whisper, her moist lips a scintilla away from touching his skin.&nbsp; “What is ‘sunshine’? Are you going to call me Sunshine? Or APHR-24389?&nbsp; And why do they call you Two?”&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>01-06-2009, 20:34:39</strong>
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				For all intents and purposes the little vixen that now sat, perched, in his lap wasted no time.&nbsp; Commendable.&nbsp; She had been given a task and set to it without pause or falter.&nbsp; That was exactly what they were looking for.&nbsp; Two, however, was looking for something else.&nbsp; He immediately derailed her train of training.<br><br>"I'm going to call you by your model and serial numbers.&nbsp; In here, your task to seduce me will be as difficult as it can ever get <em>out there</em>."&nbsp; He said the last with a steeple-fingered nod at some nebulous area intended to mean "beyond the walls."&nbsp; Her hands traced the chiseled outlines of broad chest -- like finger-prints on his heart.&nbsp; When the Aphrodite lowered her body, grazed the tip of&nbsp; his manhood, and barely scraped her puckered little nipples enticingly across his own he smiled.&nbsp; Two hefted her easily, and straddled her legs over his groin.&nbsp; He had better make his point <em>abundantly</em> clear.&nbsp; The Adonis then reached down between her legs and busied himself a moment.&nbsp; Caught completely off-guard, the APHR-24389's interrupted attempt at seduction hesitated and she looked on with bemusement.&nbsp; What she saw was...confusing.<br><br>The back of his hand brushed against the button of her moistened sex and sent a shiver up her spine; her immediate reaction was to press back and he only sniffed derisively.&nbsp; Predictable.&nbsp; With a meaty mitt he glommed onto his gradually hardening member and pulled it back up and through her straddled vee.&nbsp; The fat, veiny, semi-rigid cock lay flat back against his stomach and slickened as she pressed downward and coated it with molten molasses.&nbsp; The blood coursed and pumped and flooded the area with activity his receptors were immediately aware of the Aphrodite's receptivity.&nbsp; Like clockwork.&nbsp; He adjusted his Vedic-inhibitors to coincide with his staunch self-control; it wouldn't do to allow his body to betray him.&nbsp; Not now.&nbsp; This was only her first day of training.&nbsp; Two relaxed the posture of the chase to allow her hips an easier angle from which to smother his sex with hers.&nbsp; She adopted a slow, easy rhythm naturally and without even the slightest impetus.&nbsp; Denying human-nature was often the most difficult lesson to learn.<br><br>Her barrage of questions went ignored while she stroked his massive member with dainty, delicate folds of her pussy.&nbsp; Two grabbed two generous handfuls -- each cheek lovingly caressing its respective thigh -- and guided her movements with his powerful, encircling arms.&nbsp; His fingers kneaded the pliable meat beneath their tips, massaging, caressing, stroking her rhythmically.&nbsp; The Aphrodite's breathing quickened gradually, as did her pulse, though the pace of their gentle rocking stayed the same.&nbsp; Her eyelids dipped slightly into a half-lidded pleasure-squint and she bit her lower lip to as the vestiges of self-control slipped from her grip.&nbsp; She was almost ready to hear it.&nbsp; Two relinquished his double-fisted purchase and let one arm wrap entirely around her bottom while the other climbed her spine and rested securely along her back.&nbsp; His strong fingers and firm grip guided her neck downward until her ear was within centimeters of his lips.&nbsp; The Aphrodite's breasts bunched like eider down as they crushed into his prominent pecs.&nbsp; Her body lay against his, elongated like the serpent, and entwined in a woeful lover's embrace; her hips squeezed his sides and she tried, unsuccessfully, to increase the pace of their friction.<br><br>"Listen to me very carefully," Two began and let his lips linger longingly along her sensitive lobe.&nbsp; "Seduction is an art; it will be your first -- and perhaps your last -- taste of true power.&nbsp; Your body and your mind are tools, like any other, to avail yourself of.&nbsp; Here, with me, you'll learn to use them.&nbsp; What is seduction?" he posed rhetorically and paused with thoughtful repose as she shifted her hips ever-so-slightly to force the bulbous, mushroom head of his perfect cock to graze her clitoris and shudder in his steely thews.&nbsp; Two cracked a slight smile that she might never see and probably would never appreciate.&nbsp; "Seduction is power.&nbsp; It is control, and, most importantly, it is knowledge.&nbsp; It's the question that drives you...the question that brought you to me..." he cooed into her ear while she nuzzled his neck and dotted the hot landscape with blown butterflies and lascivious lips.&nbsp; Her breathing was beginning to come in ragged gasps of hot, gusty need.&nbsp; She suckled and teased and bit at his neck playfully while her body melted into his in a passionate lover's embrace.&nbsp; "I will de-humanize and objectify you and you must never lose your sense of self.&nbsp; I will deny your every advance and yet still you must press on.&nbsp; I will ravish your body tirelessly and discard you like so much detritus.&nbsp; You must learn seduction up here..." Two turned his head and kissed softly on her forehead.&nbsp; "...before you can learns to seduce down here..." An easy shifting of <em>his</em> hips this time allowed the wide-brimmed head to part the curtains and peer through her window into paradise.&nbsp; Sensation oozed from her as she cooed and panted.&nbsp; The steady rocking pace -- still completely orchestrated and totally controlled by the Adonis -- was lubricated by a glut of cloyingly sweet veneer of their combined juices.&nbsp; Inside her, the Adonis' member (doing exactly what it was programmed for) expanded to fill her pussy with the friction of veiny, unforgiving girth.&nbsp; Within the cavernous walls his bulging member elongated and began the spelunker's search for her Grafenberg spot.&nbsp; The Aphrodite gasped into his neck and pleadingly whispered, "fuck me."<br><br>His answer was cold and detached when it came.<br><br>"No."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>03-06-2009, 03:20:39</strong>
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				“Wha—what are you doing?” Sunshine stammered.<br><br>When his hand stroked her throbbing, swollen clit, dense quivering clusters of pleasure receptors there screamed to life, sending a deep, convulsive shudder through her exquisitely responsive body.&nbsp; Who was seducing whom?&nbsp; Wide blue eyes gazed at the Adonis in confusion warring with true, pure desire he was awakening in her.&nbsp; <br><br>All that she had learned had been wholly clinical… until now.&nbsp; Where before her responses to her instructors had been the obedient submission of a sex drone, controlling her body’s reactions as appropriate to what she was told to do… it was now something entirely different.&nbsp; Her body was <em>alive</em>.&nbsp; Her hips did not need to be told to push lustily at his teasing hand… or to wriggle over his steely, enormous phallus to rub and stroke her slick wet folds all along his veined, swollen length… neither did her lips need to be told to seek out his skin, her tongue flicking over delicious maleness and her lips sucking on the strong column of his neck, while her pussy covered his large, turgid cock with humid, honeyed kisses in a slow sweet rhythm.&nbsp; <br><br>Small foreign sounds escaped her lips, sounds that did not need to be forced out of her.&nbsp; Quiet gasps at first, little feminine whimpers of surprise and delight as she rode him slowly, feeling his masterful phallus caress the sensory-enhanced clitoris nestled in her hungry, dripping folds.&nbsp; Then the soft sounds crescendoed into moans as his hands gripped her bottom and guided her deliberately, every wet, sucking glide back and forth, every squeezing, pleasurable brush of flesh on hot flesh efficiently designed to drive her to the edge.<br><br>Her body’s responses to the Adonis would have sent the meter of the clinical scales rocketing through the roof.&nbsp; This was not how it was supposed to go…&nbsp; she was not supposed to lose her mind to this pleasure… her entire body was not supposed to react like this--- every sensory receptor wildly out of control, every silky inch of her skin scorching until she felt as if she would liquefy, every sexual enhancement designed for pleasure-giving and pleasure-sensing operating with such fierce sensitivity that she felt each luscious move of his flesh against and inside her.&nbsp; Where were her controls?&nbsp; Did she even <em>want</em> to control this?&nbsp; <br><br>And she thought she knew about seduction… when she knew absolutely nothing.&nbsp; Her efforts had been but the awkward attempts of an innocent.&nbsp; She did not know what this was.&nbsp; If this was seduction, she wanted it… oh how she wanted it.&nbsp; Her hungry mind and body wanted to have it all, to take and give of herself because she had nothing else to give but her body.&nbsp; And her mind… in sudden frustration, she realized she knew nothing but to be the object of pleasure for men.&nbsp; And if he would only take her, she knew she would be so much closer to that dream of knowledge, of growth, that was always so tantalizingly out of her reach.&nbsp; <br><br>Then Two’s powerful arms clamped her body to him, not an iota of light now between their bodies as he guided her movements with relentless control, her supple breasts crushed against a perfectly sculpted male wall, while her lips clung and kissed his neck pleadingly, throaty, coaxing murmurs muffled against his flesh, her small teeth grazing lightly along his skin while her own hands explored smoothly perfect male flesh, her fingers kneading and stroking down from the rippling sinews of his sides to the unyielding muscle of his hips and gluteus, squeezing urgently as if doing so would make him do what she wanted.&nbsp; <br><br>But one thing she was coming to realize… Two was master in every way in the science of seduction, and she was merely the inept pupil.&nbsp; She listened with passion-clouded understanding to his lecture, trying to follow his thought between her ardent kisses on his flesh both with her lips above and below dripping with hot nectar, tremors of delight and lust weakening her limbs from his own kisses and caresses on her yielding, willing body.&nbsp; Her body had no trouble absorbing his lesson while at the same time trying to control – with little success—her headlong push to the edge of a chasm into which she longed to fling herself with every screaming demand of her ultra-erotically heightened senses.&nbsp; <br><br>But her mind had to be wildly abandoned, all that he wanted to tell her reduced in her ears to the deep, seductive caresses of a lover as the prodigious, prodding head of his proud rod parted the hungry mouth of her greedy, silken sheath, her tight folds swallowing his unbelievable girth, his endless length disappearing inside her inch by slow, shocking inch, her clenching, squeezing walls clinging and sucking in this new master with every trained ripple of her muscles.&nbsp; And oh, how he filled and stretched her steamy, adoring tunnel, her tautly supple walls surrendering their territory to his inexorably conquering phallus.<br><br>How could a man be so perfectly designed to fit her?&nbsp; Hoarse, panting gasps and moans dripped from her lips as she paid supplication to his neck, her hands clutching at his gluteus muscles imploringly, fingers digging convulsively into his dense, inflexible flesh, trying to spur his cruelly slow, deliberate pace.&nbsp; Even so, the expert rhythm he commanded for the plunging and retreating of his cock into and out of her suckling sheath did not stop her body’s irresistible rush to the edge, although in some still functioning corner of her logic she knew that she must hold off or else he would condemn her lack of self-control.<br><br>But if she must lose it… then she wanted to lose it in wild abandon. And some female instinct, some deep, dark, newly aroused corner of her femininity, wanted to see this paragon of manly perfection lose himself in her too, although she knew it was an impossible wish.&nbsp; And yet, it did not stop her from mouthing the whispered words, “Fuck me…”<br><br><em>”No.”</em><br><br>His refusal did something to her…perhaps more than all the denials of knowledge that all her instructors had dealt her.&nbsp; Shockingly, moisture collected in her eyes, misting already pleasure-hazed blue orbs, but she swallowed the tears lest he think her a mewling weakling.&nbsp; Even though her body, designed to be a slave to the tyrannical demands of erotic sensation… and now a slave to him… could do nothing but submit to the imminent flowering of orgasm as his virtuoso cock sought and plundered and stroked the near-to-bursting founts of her ecstasy, she could not help pleading with him.<br><br>“Power?” she whispered huskily, her body shuddering in his arms, her captive breasts straining against his chest in rasping, heaving, panting breaths while his massive, tumescent cock continued to plumb her so deeply and tightly and masterfully with their entwined bodies in pleasurable undulation together.&nbsp; “I do not want power.&nbsp; I—I only want to know.”&nbsp; Her trembling hands caressed over the strong pillar of his neck, upwards to lightly frame his face, while bringing her parted lips a breath away from his.&nbsp; “Do you never wonder… if there is more to this?&nbsp; Do you never question… why they designed you to give pleasure so well… but do you never wish to take?”&nbsp; Her lips closed the distance and touched his lower lip caressingly, the moist sensual plumpness sucking lightly as if to drink from him.&nbsp; &nbsp;Another convulsive shiver rocked her body, and she knew that her time was close, so very close, and her straddling thighs tightened over his hips to brace herself.&nbsp; “Please… can you show me?&nbsp; Show me what this power is?”<br><br>He was already showing her… in her very first real lesson of seduction.&nbsp; Power was her final release on her control as his commanding flesh relentlessly flung the silken floodgates open and the rapturous cascade of pleasure could not be stopped, and her scream had to be muffled against his neck, her teeth gnawing at his skin as her nails dug deeply into his shoulders, her arching, convulsing body straining to escape his imprisoning arms.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>06-06-2009, 17:49:51</strong>
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				<em>“Power?” she whispered huskily</em><br><br>"Power..." he began while he cock exhaled glorious friction against her claustrophobic walls.&nbsp; Every thrust threatened to burst the bulbous phallic-balloon that brought her to newfound heights of elevated-pleasure.&nbsp; "...is inevitable.&nbsp; It is what we are trained to do.&nbsp; Your mind must always be in control of your body.&nbsp; Relinquish that control and you are lost.&nbsp; As a potential Seductress I cannot allow you to graduate without demonstrating your complete and utter adherence to this philosophy.&nbsp; You are, ultimately, an agent and representative of our government."&nbsp; What was he saying?&nbsp; Those words felt so dispassionate as he said them and shivered his heart with an icy sadness.&nbsp; Was he so detached?<br><br><em>“I do not want power.&nbsp; I—I only want to know.”</em><br><br>"Knowledge <strong>is</strong> power little Aphrodite.&nbsp; You will know soon enough." He looked down at her with the twinge of sadness now reaching his eyes.&nbsp; She would <em>never</em> know all that she wanted -- not in here anyway -- and might never even see the outside if she proved a failure.&nbsp; The irony struck him heartily like a blow to the strapping, young exterior he wore like a three-piece business ensemble.&nbsp; Haute-couture suited him.&nbsp; Irony, however, did not.&nbsp; If he managed to eradicate her every last ounce of defiant inquisitiveness then she would join the ranks of the corps and be free to leave on assignment.&nbsp; Leaving here would be her only hope for answering the myriad questions.&nbsp; <br><br>Her cerulean saucers gazing up at his with open admiration, innocence, and the twinkling of a tear.&nbsp; The drone looked near-to pouting.&nbsp; How uncharacteristic!&nbsp; She really defied the tenets by exhibiting the potential for such a broad range of emotions.&nbsp; Sunshine had the potential to be his greatest pupil ever; it was her emotions, her sweetest downfall, that made her so...simply...human.&nbsp; If she could but harness that weakness and derive strength from it.&nbsp; Sunshine, it seemed, was truly a breath of fresh air.<br><br>Not Sunshine.&nbsp; The Aphrodite.&nbsp; How quickly such thoughts must be quashed and quelled.&nbsp; He reminded himself with a particularly violent thrust of his virile thighs.&nbsp; A thrust that was utterly unplanned and improvised and felt...awesome!&nbsp; Her face filled his vision when she leaned in to suckle at his lower lip.&nbsp; Pleading and wanton in the same gesture!&nbsp; She was a natural; it was instinct that drove her and it acted synergistically with her enhanced goddess-body.&nbsp; Such maneuvers had to be taught, prompted, sometimes coaxed, and always fully explained to the average Aphrodite.&nbsp; They just weren't bred for instinct.&nbsp; On purpose.<br><br><em>“Do you never wonder… if there is more to this?&nbsp; Do you never question… why they designed you to give pleasure so well… but do you never wish to take?"</em><br><br>"Wonder?" he returned with a snort.&nbsp; "I know."&nbsp; His reply was as succinct as it could be.&nbsp; Two used the opportunity for...more improvisation?&nbsp; He forced her backward and out of his face, still impaled on his raging hard-on and joined at their hips, with his strong hands around her waist.&nbsp; Her upper body receded, supple, perky breasts heaving with each ragged breath, as she reclined away from him and forced the intrusion to stimulate her Grafenberg-spot at a completely new angle.&nbsp; The look of abject-surprise mixed with -- what was that?&nbsp; Jubilation? -- on her face made the Adonis grin broadly and purse his lips in a taunting little kiss.<br><br><em>Another convulsive shiver rocked her body, and she knew that her time was close, so very close, and her straddling thighs tightened over his hips to brace herself.&nbsp; “Please… can you show me?&nbsp; Show me what this power is?”</em><br><br>"I will show you, Sunshine, when you are ready."<br><br>The double-recumbent pose was a textbook-tantric-position.&nbsp; Both male and female reclining, backs arched away from eachother, putting the pressure of their respective weights on both the stimulation and the angle of the coupling.&nbsp; Two had <strong>never</strong> used the tactic in his lessons; it had no place here.&nbsp; That he did so now was drastically uncharacteristic and impulsive.&nbsp; He, however, did not stop long-enough for the disapproving thoughts to register.&nbsp; In an instant he relinquished the control of the Vedic-Sutras and let his body flood with the raw, unadulterated energy and emotion they had been restraining.&nbsp; It washed over him like a baptism of bliss.&nbsp; Two gritted his teeth against the pressure-building and successfully slowed his breathing.&nbsp; He had almost forgotten what he'd been missing.&nbsp; Almost.&nbsp; Her face screwed up with agony-ecstasy that curled his toes and tightened his balls.&nbsp; Shit.<br><br>She was already there and waiting patiently for him.<br><br>Their explosion rocked the room.&nbsp; The holocron wavered.&nbsp; With the tops down, wind blowing in their faces, they raced turbo-charged souped-up lust-roadsters with Godspeed down the one-lane highway of love.&nbsp; Adept and novice -- teacher and student -- yin and yang sped from opposite ends of eternity toward the cosmic corollary collision -- conclusion.&nbsp; It was as if the heavens had opened the floodgates and released wave after wave of dammed-up sexual-tension in its superlative.&nbsp; Reverberations rocked him to the core and actually elicited a genuine moan of shock and awe.&nbsp; Erotic sensations tingled his spine with the pins and needles of pleasure.&nbsp; He could smell her husky sex and desire and it drove his mind over the edge.&nbsp; Two had his first real orgasm.&nbsp; Ever.<br><br>Buoyed on a bounding-main of bliss by her rescue-raft of rapture...<br><br>What had he done?<br><br>Still hard and deep inside her pulsating cavern the thick, viscous jism seeped out and around his cock.&nbsp; Gouts upon gouts of love-goo congregated and coagulated at their union.&nbsp; The Adept-Adonis held the innocent little Aphrodite tightly, like an adoring father, as her body wracked with the seismic aftershock of pleasure-paroxysm.&nbsp; He hadn't ever had a pupil as inquisitive as she.&nbsp; He hadn't ever felt such a connection before.&nbsp; Rational thought-processes returned when the rush of endorphines subsided.&nbsp; <br><br>Her pleading naivete was actually quite adorable and it rewarded her with his wholehearted smile;it marked a frightening difference between this model and her peers.&nbsp; It was the "question" that drove her...the "question" that brought her here.&nbsp; It surprised him that her previous mentors had let such a foible slip through.&nbsp; At this late stage in the game he'd have to wean her off of curiosity the way an addict is weaned off her substance of abuse; she might not even be salvageable.&nbsp; Government Seductresses were highly-trained pleasure-agents.&nbsp; They were given missions and expected to follow orders.&nbsp; The word "why?" had to be stricken from their vocabularies.&nbsp; It was a word he'd hear within moments of her egress -- as soon as his superiors reviewed the recordings of today's lesson.&nbsp; Shit.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>12-06-2009, 21:04:02</strong>
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				“I will know soon…” <br><br>Amid her hoarse, pleading moans, the volcanic eruption of magma bubbling out of Two’s thick, engorged, pulsing conduit collided with Sunshine’s own orgasmic upheaval, forming a chaotic maelstrom of her hot nectar mingling with strand after strand of his cream in her joyfully spasming chamber.&nbsp; Convulsively and tightly, her inflamed flesh embraced his forcefully emptying shaft as he pumped and slammed his hips against her swollen folds to the very brink, unrestrained and unleashed.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Questions melted away in the scorching heat of their coupling, and Sunshine’s mind was filled with only one thing, a sweet, lyrical refrain that pounded in her thoughts with mindless repetition in rhythm to their joined, wildly grinding hips as he gripped and supported her waist with his large hands.&nbsp; “Answered… answered… he answered me…”&nbsp; His answer was forcefully punctuated by each thrust of his swelling, throbbing rod into her suckling, rippling sheath, his words of wisdom forgotten in the dazzling benediction of a smile that eclipsed the sun above them.&nbsp; She did not need words now.&nbsp; The delightful expression of surprised rapture on his face, the shock of drowning ecstasy that his orgasm triggered in her, and the deluge of male precipitation on her fertile, hungry, silken flesh were all she needed to wildly embrace this new knowledge of a man’s ecstasy.<br><br>She had never received a man’s ejaculate inside her body.&nbsp; All her instructors had used special, molded sheaths on their cocks that were like second skins that also enhanced pleasure and enlarged their girth.&nbsp; None of them had been like this Adonis… none of them had made her want the forbidden as much as this one did.&nbsp; As her hands clutched his forearms for balance, her fingernails digging into his corded muscles as her body leaned away from his in a highly arousing position, she could only stare down at him with wide, dilated, wondering eyes, awe etched on her face as her gyrating hips met his last stabbing thrusts and her tightly squeezing walls milked his cock with strong, practiced muscles now bathed and shuddering in searing juices.<br><br>And somehow, she knew.&nbsp; Just as her trained body knew and was exquisitely tuned to the biorhythms of her femininity… she knew that she would never be the same again.&nbsp; Her Aphrodite model had been designed to be infertile for the tasks she was intended for, but she had always been different.&nbsp; An oddity, an anomaly in the production and training process.&nbsp; <br><br>As their bodies slowed their grinding, undulating rhythm, her hands ran up and down his straining arms, his muscles clenching as he supported her and his hips pumped his last drop of seed between her quivering thighs.&nbsp; She smiled down at him, her face luminous with pinkly flushed, post-orgasmic euphoria.&nbsp; “I like this lesson very much,” she whispered, her voice a husky music from her moist, curving mouth, lower lip swollen from her biting teeth.&nbsp; “I cannot wait for the next one!”<br><br>Although it remained to be seen if there would be a next one, once it was discovered on her next evaluation what she already suspected…<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>16-06-2009, 04:01:37</strong>
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				“I like this lesson very much,” she whispered, her voice a husky music from her moist, curving mouth, lower lip swollen from her biting teeth.&nbsp; “I cannot wait for the next one!”<br><br>Her naivete was both appalling and endearing at the same time.&nbsp; He found himself incredulous, elated, and aghast...his mouth agape...he pulled her close (still joined at the hips) and whispered, "You're Internal Affairs, aren't you?"&nbsp; She played such the perfect part!&nbsp; This was only their first lesson -- he had her for an entire month to make his assessment -- and he had succumbed so easily.&nbsp; The bureaucracy was brutally efficient.&nbsp; They must have suspected him for a while now.&nbsp; To have infiltrated the corps and fooled so many.&nbsp; What a charade!&nbsp; Two&nbsp; shook his head in awe.&nbsp; He had actually been seduced.&nbsp; Never would he have entertained such an unfathomable possibility.&nbsp; His career was ruined.&nbsp; He'd be decomissioned and cremated.<br><br>"I..." the Adonis began but hesitated, unsure of his words for the first time in longer than he could remember.&nbsp; "You seemed so real.&nbsp; I cannot deny what I felt.&nbsp; I...there are no excuses.&nbsp; I will pack my things and await my debriefing."&nbsp; Two hefted the voluptuous nymphette and removed her, bodily, from her impaled perch in his lap -- depositing her unceremoniously upon the floor as the holocron's charade evaporated before their eyes.&nbsp; He rose in one swift, steady motion and towered over her -- their bodies close enough to touch (from the tip of his massive, still-erect member to her navel) -- and looked down at the succubus.&nbsp; With his composure regained, Two presented the cool, calm, collected exterior befitting his station and said, earnestly, "you performed admirably.&nbsp; The IA is fortunate, indeed, to have an agent like yourself."<br><br>He turned, without waiting for a response -- or clothing -- and left the room with his head held high.&nbsp; Thankfully, he had shown the seductress his back before the involuntary termination of his tear-ducts' betrayal.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>19-06-2009, 00:17:40</strong>
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				Sunshine was too stunned to speak as Two slid his thick phallus from the clinging, convulsing embrace of her sex, his proud, throbbing column drizzled generously now with both their juices, and he deposited her roughly on the floor, leaving her trembling, weak-kneed… and suddenly, dreadfully cold.<br><br>“Internal affairs?”&nbsp; She wanted to cry out.&nbsp; “What is that?” She stood shivering as she listened dumbly to Two, hugging her arms over her aching breasts as the brilliant orb above them vanished.&nbsp; She was, as always, unable to answer him. Reminded again how little she knew, frustration flooded her, making her feel so utterly useless... And as she watched Two leave, taking with him every bit of the wild heat and illuminating radiance that she had experienced for those all too short moments with him, her own eyes shimmered with unfamiliar tears.&nbsp; <br><br>All she knew was that she had done something horribly wrong.&nbsp; She had failed at her training before she had even really begun… and yet, the thought that she was not suited to perform the tasks that she had been created for was not what made a sob rise up in her chest and shake her body…<br><br>~~~~<br><br><br>“Extreme deviation from standards… failure to meet program objectives… unforeseen genetic irregularity… irrecoverable incongruities…”<br><br>Sunshine lay on the exam table, her mind drifting as the words raged around her.&nbsp; She was aware that she was causing a furor in the facility.&nbsp; Many of her instructors had been taken to task, and perhaps punished for glossing over her failures.&nbsp; She did not know, for no one would tell her.&nbsp; She had no idea what was happening to Two and longed fiercely to ask.&nbsp; But she was done asking questions, they told her.&nbsp; <br><br>It no longer mattered, she told herself.&nbsp; She had an answer deep inside her.&nbsp; Surreptitiously, her hand lifted from the cold metal of the table and rested on her belly, stroking slowly in small circles.&nbsp; She was not sure what was there, but she felt as if a residue of Two’s incandescent heat still pulsed inside her.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Her regularly scheduled evaluation had been hastened because of the circumstances of her encounter with Two.&nbsp; And the results were now causing this upheaval in her cold, barren world.<br><br>“You are of no use to us.” The drone of the program director’s voice washed over her in a chilly wave.&nbsp; “Something went wrong in the manufacturing process… and you are to be branded defective.&nbsp; On the scheduled day we have set, you will be terminated.”<br><br>The blood drained from her skin, dammed by constricted, stricken vessels.&nbsp; Sunshine actually felt her heart stop.&nbsp; Unfortunately, she knew all too well what ‘terminated’ meant… her instructors used it often enough when referring to the close of their sessions.&nbsp; Instinctively, she knew it meant that she no longer had a future as a government courtesan.<br><br>What did being terminated feel like? she wondered.&nbsp; She looked up at the director, large, glistening blue eyes pleading, her voice a whisper.&nbsp; “What--- what is wrong with me?&nbsp; How am I--- defective?”<br><br>The director regarded her emotionlessly for a few moments, then shrugged and turned away.&nbsp; “You are too human.”&nbsp; To one of the lab assistants, he intoned, “Take her to a holding cell in Sector Z, where she will be kept until her termination.”<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>28-06-2009, 03:05:55</strong>
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				"I always had a soft spot in my heart for you, Two.&nbsp; It's the only reason I can use to explain why I'm here."<br><br>"Linda, are you absolutely certain -- beyond a shadow of a doubt -- " he emphasized this in a deep baritone that struck a chord and resonated within her core, " -- that she is NOT 'IA' " <br><br>"Of that, young man," Dr. Berkvist gulped air the way a fish does when it is floundering upon an angler's deck, "I am certain."<br><br>"Regardless, there's something very special about that young woman.&nbsp; All the training I've had was worth NOTHING.&nbsp; Every pupil I've taught meant NOTHING.&nbsp; That Aphrodite is an enigma.&nbsp; She should be examined closely and studied," he announced this last rather dispassionately in the hope that he could maintain the facade that he cared not at all.<br><br>"Oh Two!" the mature woman gasped in a motherly tone that was, at once, both adoring and excited.&nbsp; "You can't hide your emotions from me.&nbsp; I had you under the glass -- poked and prodded -- for months.&nbsp; As closely as a specimen has ever been studied.&nbsp; I know how you feel.&nbsp; I can see it in your eyes as plainly as the sun shines."<br><br>"Is that what you see in my eyes, Linda?" he asked as the mask of discomfiture replaced his cool smile.<br><br>"Yes.&nbsp; I see passion there...and it is a passion that is unbridled and wanton and...scares you to death."<br><br>"Dr. Berkvist, we are bartering information here," the Adonis gently reminded her.<br><br>"Oh?&nbsp; Is that what we're doing?&nbsp; I could have sworn that you were bringing about my..." the older woman's eyes began to flutter as she wrapped her arms and legs around the massive physique that supported her, impaled her, and rutted with her.&nbsp; She clung to him dearly with both life and limb and shivered and shook and moaned like a banshee while her body wracked with another climax.&nbsp; "...fifth orgasm," she finished and let her head bow down, into his shoulder.&nbsp; The doctor clung, like a drowning maiden to a life-raft, and bit deeply into the shoulder upon which her head rested.<br><br>"If that's all you can offer me then you've obviously gotten the better end of the deal," Two announced as he cradled his hands under her spread-legs and began to peel her off of his raging spigot.<br><br>"Oh, dear boy, that's not all I can offer," the doctor began though she couldn't prevent it from sounding puerile and whiny.&nbsp; The statuesque male form cradled her gently and eased her to a spot on the bed where she reclined with a half-lidded gaze that looked euphoric.<br><br>"You're getting too old for this, Linda," he jabbed...though it was a feint meant to bite.<br><br>"Too old?" she gasped incredulously looking injured.&nbsp; "I'm good for another five...easily," she spat at him.&nbsp; "See if the Aphrodite can handle THAT!"<br><br>"The human mind was never meant to experience such things.&nbsp; Look what it's done to you:&nbsp; You're as addicted to this drug as your subjects; at least THEY don't have to hide it."<br><br>"Fuck you Two!&nbsp; F-U-C-K&nbsp; Y-O-U!"&nbsp; The truth always hurt.<br><br>"I love you too, Linda."<br><br>"She's being held in Sector Z," the older woman practically purred while absently stroking her pussy.&nbsp; Sector Z was a cell-block for holding anything that isn't human -- that meant clones, androids, animals...anything.&nbsp; The Aphrodites were treated like livestock...just like the Adonises.&nbsp; "I arranged for Lucy to sequester the 'daily' for that block of cells this Friday.&nbsp; You're lucky.&nbsp; As it turns out, the swing-shift for this week's rotation is a transfer from Arcadia for temporary reassignment.&nbsp; You better hope he likes Aphrodites," she snickered.<br><br>"He's only human and Lucy is irresistible."&nbsp; Two laughed.&nbsp; "Lucy's still around, eh?&nbsp; I'd have figured her for 'decommissioned' long ago."<br><br>"You're still around, aren't you?&nbsp; Well, come Saturday morning the sun will shine no longer."<br><br>"She's to be terminated?" he blanched.<br><br>"She's pregnant!" the doctor shouted back at him from her deluxe accomodations.&nbsp; The bed provided the perfect mixture of plasma and plasteel; it felt like sleeping in the womb.&nbsp; The implications of her statement dropped Two to his knees and flaccidified his impressive member.&nbsp; Womb or not, he sunk into the bed and wept openly.&nbsp; The amniotic gel that cushioned his fall molded itself to his body and caressed him into submission.&nbsp; Two had impregnated Sunshine.&nbsp; Impossibilities on top of impossibilities.&nbsp; He mind rebelled and his head reeled.&nbsp; Dr. Berkvist actually cackled as she reached out and groped the spongy phallus that had pleasured her for nearly three hours now.&nbsp; "Once more?" she intimated, "for the road?"<br><br>"There are no roads that lead to where I am going, doctor."&nbsp; It was the first time he had addressed her as such in a very long time.&nbsp; "When I walk out that door you'll never see me again."<br><br>"All the more reason dear boy..."<br><br>"By saving her life you've sentenced yourself to death, doctor."<br><br>"I've lived long enough to hear an Adonis profess his love for me.&nbsp; I should think that I've lived quite long enough."<br><br>"You have."<br><br>"Once more?" she pleaded with a cloyingly coy batting of her lashes.<br><br>"So be it."<br><br>******************************************************************************************************<br><br>"But sir, begging your pardon, I don't understand why this is necessary."<br><br>"Well then you're obviously not as intelligent as we've clearly given you credit for," the Major replied with a scathing tone.&nbsp; "The restraint is necessary until your ejaculant undergoes a full series of tests at the lab.&nbsp; These kinds of accidents DO NOT happen -- under ANY circumstance.&nbsp; Is that clear?"<br><br>"Crystalline, sir," Two replied a little crestfallen.<br><br>"This is your debriefing and temporary reassignment.&nbsp; You're not going anywhere near a female of ANY species for a long time Two."&nbsp; The Major dropped a dossier on the counter and strode from the room.&nbsp; His eyes followed the uniformed man but they began to glaze when the door slammed shut.&nbsp; Distantly he felt the poking, prodding, and tugging of his turgid manhood; it was happening to someone else.&nbsp; He was being fitted with an IP9kb -- the latest model of the Impotence 9000.&nbsp; Supposedly, it was for his own safety, although prided himself of sniffing out the bullshit.&nbsp; People far superior to his superior were scared shitless.&nbsp; A clone had impregnated another clone right under their noses.&nbsp; Internal Affairs would have a field day and people were going to burn.&nbsp; There was no other way to handle the situation. Had the Media gotten wind of such a juicy tidbit there would be no end to it.&nbsp; From political activists to religious groups with every oddball demographic betwixt and betwain.&nbsp; The Major was right.&nbsp; This kind of accident DOES NOT HAPPEN.<br><br>A particularly unfriendly yank on his penis brought him back to the present.&nbsp; He cast his gaze downward and frowned into the burgeoning bald-spot that spiraled ever-outward and crowned the pate of an obese man.&nbsp; Thick, horn-rimmed goggles adorned his face and grazed the surface of his member; such was the man's proximity.&nbsp; "What a waste," the portly gentleman remarked to no one in particular.&nbsp; He soured his sidelong glance of regret with a snooty nose-sniffing.&nbsp; Two sighed in response, deflated, he sighed with his entire body.&nbsp; "All this virile masculine energy and, for all the good it does you, it's good for nothing."&nbsp; Still Two refused to respond, even after the probes were attached and the spiny-barbs entered the circumference of his fleshy cylinder.&nbsp; "Two," the swarthy, swollen man began, "you know what the IP is designed to do, correct?"&nbsp; The Adonis nodded mechanically.&nbsp; "Are you familiar with the nine-thousand model?"<br><br>"Enlighten me," he practically growled.<br><br>"Gladly.&nbsp; The IP9kb is designed to not only prevent ejaculation, but also to prevent erection.&nbsp; This model has been fitted with a tamper-proof safety device so as to deter the unwilling recipients from attempting removal.&nbsp; You're might as well sever your own appendage because you're not gonna get this thing off without doing so anyway."&nbsp; He tapped the first of his two chins thoughtfully and rolled back from Two on the caster-broken coaster.&nbsp; "Is there anything else?" the fat technician asked himself.&nbsp; He paused for a pregnant moment and sniffed.&nbsp; "Ah, oh yes!&nbsp; Your particular unit has been outfitted with a homing device.&nbsp; Someone up there," he started with an upraised finger toward the sky, "wants to keep tabs on his Adonis."&nbsp; The smirk he offered Two jiggled his jowls like a bowl-full of jelly and elicited a sneer from the clone.<br><br>"Are we through?"<br><br>"Not quite.&nbsp; One last adjustment to make."&nbsp; The rotund man reached out and glommed onto the bulbous wall of flesh that hung, limply, like a bouquet of bananas. His fingers pockmarked the surface of skin only long enough for his sweaty palms to elicit a shudder of revulsion from his patient patient.&nbsp; The IP9kb beeped in response and compressed.<br><br>"Agh!&nbsp; What the?" Two gaped.<br><br>"Look, clone, this is a punishment.&nbsp; You didn't think it would be comfortable, did you?"&nbsp; The question was rhetorical and fell on deaf ears.&nbsp; The tightening pain in Two's loins squeezed his gut into a shriveled knot.&nbsp; He felt...asphyxiated.&nbsp; Right now he could bare it because he had to rescue Sunshine.&nbsp; Nothing else mattered.&nbsp; Would Lucy come through?&nbsp; She would come -- of that he could be sure.<br><br>******************************************************************************************************<br><br>The compound was broken apart like an archipelago; it was connected via elevated walkways, tram-ways, mono and light railways, and passenger suction chutes.&nbsp; Traveling from satellite to satellite was easy; traveling undetected, however, was another story.&nbsp; The powers-that-be were undoubtedly watching his every movement.&nbsp; He was probably being suspected of treason!&nbsp; The situation was unprecedented and there weren't any protocols in place, any government agencies to call, or even any prescribed treatment.&nbsp; For all intents and purposes they were winging it and making it up as they went along.&nbsp; The events of the last day had taken everyone off guard and left them vulnerable.&nbsp; Now, all he had to do was think quickly and stay ahead of the street-sweeper.&nbsp; This could just as easily blow up in their faces.<br><br>The zip-tube sounded a "bong" to announce their arrival and it was followed by a three-language introduction to the second of seven lab facilities on the archipelago.&nbsp; He had been programmed for the Consortium of Intergalactic Cultures and knew any Earth-based linguistic medium flawlessly.&nbsp; English, Chinese, and Spanish voices welcomed him to Lab Facility Gamma.&nbsp; It was here that he could lose his eagle-eye tail.&nbsp; The great, big eye in the sky that was watching his every movement and reporting it, in real-time, to a team of antiterrorist agents.&nbsp; Having been called-in only an hour ago they probably hadn't gotten a hard-lock on his biometrics.&nbsp; Two was bolstered by hope as his heels clicked on the polished white tile that lined the hall's floor with reflective sterility.&nbsp; The walls were bare save for the occasional white door.&nbsp; Chrome doorknobs stuck out like sore, metallic thumbs and beckoned him to twist each, in turn.<br><br>This facility was a special one.&nbsp; It was off-limits to anyone below level 5 clearance except on a few rare occasions.&nbsp; At Lab Facility Gamma they tested clones for their genetic makes-up.&nbsp; Before the myriad models were "awoken" and actually allowed to be conscious there were expected to pass a rigorous DNA test to assure that they were uniform and fit for active duty.&nbsp; There were variables in the cloning process that still hadn't been ironed out and Gamma was their fail-safe.&nbsp; It was here that both Two and Sunshine were admitted, tested, and given clean bills of health, uniformity, and solidarity...mistakenly.&nbsp; IA would start nosing around here after the first shots were fired but before the dust settles.&nbsp; That's just how they work.&nbsp; Two comforted himself with the knowledge that there were probably more mistakes (like him and Sunshine) out there; unsuspecting fertile clones just waiting to be discovered...or get pregnant.&nbsp; When the Major had gotten wind of the debacle his first inclination had been to expel, debrief, and corral the teacher.&nbsp; Without even a second thought he had ordered the Aphrodite's termination; those models were as expendable as the housekeeping crew.&nbsp; Two, on the other hand, had a pristine record of multi-termed service, unquestionable (almost) loyalty, and nothing short of the highest accolades and commendations in his field of expertise.&nbsp; What could the Major do besides put his penis on lock-down and send him to the lab for testing.&nbsp; It was a textbook response.&nbsp; In fact, Two had counted on it.&nbsp; Once he was in this facility and begun the testing procedures there would be no other way to monitor his location besides biometrics, heat-sensors, and pulse-monitoring.&nbsp; An actual camera would lose sight of him until he left the lab again.&nbsp; What the Major HADN'T counted on and what the antiterrorist team HADN'T planned for was the fact that Two was, indeed, a clone.&nbsp; Counter-terrorist divisions were NEVER trained to adapt to the idea that a genetically-engineered human could become an enemy.&nbsp; Two had, in broad daylight and plain sight, become as camouflaged as the Thermoptic suit he planned to steal.&nbsp; On this day, in this hour, in this minute, at this very second...there were 574 other Adonises in this building.<br><br>******************************************************************************************************<br><br>"Gurney, I've never asked you for a favor -- ever -- and I'm not going to start now.&nbsp; I've endangered two too many people already," the clone pleaded.<br><br>"Tha's cute, m'boy!" Gurney's brogue was thick, Scottish, and half drunk...all the time.&nbsp; He was a massive wall of flesh that could pass for alien.&nbsp; Standing nearly seven-feet tall he was the type of person who had grown accustomed to people craning their necks just to speak to him.&nbsp; Silently, Two was sure he enjoyed it.&nbsp; The Scotch alien was crowned by a ruby-red pate and thick beard and a girth that knew no bounds; it had always amazed the Adonis to see such a large human-being move of his own volition.&nbsp; Surely he was just some larger-than-life pupped that danced to the tune of a heavenly moppet master.&nbsp; A large, meaty mitt reached out to clap Two on the shoulder and wrap him in a bear hug for the ages.&nbsp; He felt much like a babe in its father's arms.&nbsp; Gurney was the base Quartermaster and ran the supply shop with a shrewd eye and Scrooge's own ledger.&nbsp; He was the one to see about the Thermoptic Camouflage.<br><br>His only real chance of getting to Sunshine's holding cell was Thermoptic Camouflage.&nbsp; It was a latex-thin, malleable, body-suit that hugged the wearer's form as snugly as a diver's wet-suit.&nbsp; To the untrained eye it would look like the Adonis wore a clear, pleather body suit -- completely naked beneath.&nbsp; Once the startup sequence was initiated and the hood's mask and goggles settled into place Two would completely "disappear" to the naked eye.&nbsp; The thermal aspect of the camouflage insulates the body's heat signature and easily blends it with ambient making him all but invisible to infra-red and biometric scans.&nbsp; The optical aspect is more like an optical illusion.&nbsp; The material actually bends light and takes on the characteristics of the person's background, like a chameleon.&nbsp; These suits were invaluable and considered highly-classified -- reserved for the only the most elite field-agents and operatives.&nbsp; Gurney planned on opening the vault and merely handing him one -- one of only two on the entire planet.&nbsp; He would face certain death if they ever discovered.&nbsp; "Ah know why'ya've coom ta me.&nbsp; S'all ah can do to help ye when ye need...and roi nouw ye be needin' mah 'elp.&nbsp; Worrd travels fas' 'round these parts.&nbsp; The suit's the leas' o' mah worries, don'tcha know."<br><br>"It is much appreciated my friend, though I don't pretend to know why you help me or what motivates such an enigma," Two whispered with a furtive look around the vault.<br><br>"Oh, ah've de-bugged 'er a time or twain nouw.&nbsp; Ye've nothin' t'worry bout!&nbsp; Consider your lives payment enough.&nbsp; Get this 'ere suit into the 'ands of Calix Starbrook.&nbsp; E'll knouw what t'do wif it!" the jovial giant declared as though it was the night's panacea.<br><br>"Calix Starbrook?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Then?" Two left it blank.&nbsp; Could it be?&nbsp; His old friend, the Quartermaster, was a part of the underground?&nbsp; Was a Gurney part of the resistance?&nbsp; "There must be something I'm not seeing.&nbsp; What is your angle on this?&nbsp; Are you really?" Two's voice couldn't hide his incredulity.<br><br>"No angle m'boy.&nbsp; Pay it fo'ward and remember where it'coum from," Gurney chortled and tossed the suit and its accessories at the clone.&nbsp; "Get ou while ya cahn, they'll coum fer ye mark m'words."<br><br>"What about you?&nbsp; Come with us..."<br><br>"I'm alrea'y dead."<br><br>******************************************************************************************************<br><br>"Luuuuce..." the Adonis hissed.<br><br>"Shhh!" came the curt reply that cut him off.<br><br>Two waited nervously and tapped his food with impatience.&nbsp; He was completely and utterly invisible and the only evidence of his presence was the incessant rapping of his toe on the tile floor.&nbsp; The young man never felt awkward when he was naked until now.&nbsp; His body was naturally...perfect.&nbsp; He never had the urge or desire to hide it.&nbsp; Clothing was just a part of his job, life, civilization...or something.&nbsp; He never could quite understand it.&nbsp; Right now, however, he understood it even less.&nbsp; Two squatted atop a toilet in the women's bathroom completely naked and totally invisible.&nbsp; His nervous foot wouldn't stop tapping and he couldn't help but bite his lower lip beneath the mask.&nbsp; What if she had failed?&nbsp; He tried not to think about that.&nbsp; Stick to the plan.&nbsp; Stay focused.&nbsp; Two wasn't an operative for espionage or even active duty but right now he really had to act the part -- or try to.&nbsp; When the stall door swung open he was taken unawares and actually slipped backwards, falling ass-first into the bowl.<br><br>"Hah!" Standing there above him, hands on her smooth hips and her legs spread authoritatively, was a beautiful, blue-eyed Aphrodite.&nbsp; She looked as though she hadn't aged a day in the years since his time at the Testing Facility Alpha.&nbsp; "You sound like a bull in a china closet, Two.&nbsp; I see nothing has changed," she remarked offhandedly with a mischievous smirk.&nbsp; "You're still as cute as ever though.&nbsp; Got time for a quickie?" Lucy thrust her pelvis forward then bent at the waist and licked her lips enticingly while her luscious tits dangled beneath her.<br><br>"Luce!&nbsp; Quit standing there and help me up," he commanded in a soft, but still deep baritone.&nbsp; When she rolled her eyes and offered her hand, he took it graciously and used the leverage to pull him up and out of the ruinous chasm.&nbsp; He had gotten the suit wet and, for safety, it had shut itself down and released the illusion.<br><br>"Like I said, you're still as cute as ever.&nbsp; So, ya got time or not?" she huffed impatiently.<br><br>"You horn-ball!&nbsp; You couldn't even see me before.&nbsp; Anyway, and no.&nbsp; No time what-so-ever," he annunciated the last with inflection to drive the point home and watched her nonplussed sigh.&nbsp; "Sunshine is slated for termination in just a few hours.&nbsp; You did your part and, for that, I will be eternally grateful but, right now, I have to get her out of here.&nbsp; You understand how important this is don't you?"<br><br>"Yeah, she's preggers!&nbsp; So what?"<br><br>"So what?&nbsp; Luce!&nbsp; She's a clone -- just like you.&nbsp; Clones are sterile and completely unable to reproduce.&nbsp; FOR A VERY GOOD REASON."<br><br>"Oh.&nbsp; Hmm...well whatever.&nbsp; I'm not giving you the 'daily' until you greet me like old friend I am."&nbsp; The Aphrodite actually pouted and the Adonis blinked his eyes in disbelief, shook his head, and took her into his arms with a kiss.&nbsp; "That's more like it Two.&nbsp; Don't forget who helped you out here.&nbsp; Linda knew she could count on me.&nbsp; The least you could do is sound appreciative," she paused and he started to reply with a refusal until she cut him off and continued with, "...and gimme a quickie!"<br><br>"Ah!&nbsp; You're incorrigible!"<br><br>"What?"<br><br>"Sexy."<br><br>"Oh, that's what I thought it meant.&nbsp; I'm taking classes now you know."&nbsp; The Aphrodite batted her eyelashes and smiled impressively.&nbsp; The classes were working.<br><br>"Please give me the 'daily' code for Sunshine's cell block," Two beseeched her.&nbsp; It was like pleading with a child.<br><br>"No.&nbsp; Sit back on the toilet seat and turn the suit back on," Lucy commanded.<br><br>"What?&nbsp; You're kidding me!"<br><br>"You're never gonna get your stupid code if you don't shut up and fuck me with your invisible cock.&nbsp; It won't take long, I promise.&nbsp; Or have you forgotten how good I am?" She asked rhetorically but it gave her no small amount of satisfaction when he begrudgingly took his place on the seat and disappeared from her eyes.&nbsp; Moving forward, she straddled his legs and announced, "okay tell me when you're..." her breath caught in her throat and she didn't even bother to finish her sentence.&nbsp; Easy, insistent pressure on her shoulders forced her hips to lower and her labia parted to admit a massive, rigid, invisible...finger.&nbsp; "Ohhh..."<br><br>"Lucy, they've fitted me with an IP9kb.&nbsp; I'm...broken."<br><br>"Twoooooooh!" she whined and humped his fingers.<br><br>"I'm sorry, hon.&nbsp; Really, I am.&nbsp; I don't even know how the hell I'm going to get this thing off!&nbsp; Apparently it also has a homing device in it.&nbsp; I can't stay too long in any one place I'm NOT supposed to be."<br><br>"Wrap a wet towel around your cock.&nbsp; That will muffle the signal and prevent the transmitter from pin-pointing your location.&nbsp; It'll still get them close, though."&nbsp; It was, perhaps, the most intelligent-sounding sentence he'd ever heard her mouth emit...ever...and Two gaped looking completely astonished.<br><br>"I told you I'm taking classes now!"<br><br>Two blinked.<br><br>******************************************************************************************************<br><br>(reserved -- didn't want to start writing the rescue until you had gotten a chance to at least reply or post an interim-update on our heroine...again, apologies for the delay)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>07-07-2009, 17:42:33</strong>
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				The cells of Sector Z were featureless grey blocks of cold, impersonal metal, each one a small box barely large enough for a prisoner to stretch out horizontally or vertically.&nbsp; There had been no need to make them any larger or lighted or more comfortable, for the occupants of Sector Z would not live long enough to be driven mad by the absolute darkness within the cell’s walls.&nbsp; <br><br>Many in the cells, like Sunshine, would be terminated in the next few hours… or was it days? Sunshine couldn’t tell.&nbsp; Time both stretched endlessly and contracted miserably.&nbsp; Curled up in a ball of pain on the barren floor of her cell, she thought now that she knew what death was.&nbsp; Darkness.&nbsp; A terrifying utter blackness so thick and impenetrable that she couldn’t see her hands an inch in front of her face.&nbsp; Unknown to her, the material of the walls absorbed every single wavelength of light so that not even a glimmer could be gleaned by what night vision a clone could attain.<br><br>And the pain in her lower body would not stop.&nbsp; For the first time, she knew hunger.&nbsp; As a highly promising Aphrodite model, she had been well nourished to maintain the glow of health and beauty necessary for seduction.&nbsp; &nbsp;But here, in the bowels of the complex, food and water were meted out grudgingly to the occupants of the cells.&nbsp; In a still functioning corner of her numbed mind, her newly acquired habit of questioning everything posed the question of why they even bothered to feed her, since she was to be terminated.&nbsp; Termination, she now knew, meant ending all her biological processes permanently.&nbsp; Feeding her even a handful of tasteless, processed pellets and a few sips of water once a day prolonged her existence agonizingly.&nbsp; <br><br>The food was slipped through the door somehow with a soft hissing of a released vacuum, so no light ever penetrated.&nbsp; She was left to crawl forward and grope for her meager meal and devour it eagerly, the thought of ending her own life through starvation never occurring to her.&nbsp; She had no reason to give up.&nbsp; In fact, she had every reason to live… and she would caress her womb to remind herself that something wondrous was growing inside her.&nbsp; <br><br>The only time light ever entered her cell was when the guards came in and raped her, but the light didn’t linger for long. Those times, she knew another sort of pain.&nbsp; She was familiar with rough sex through her instructors, had even enjoyed it as her model was designed to, but this was different.&nbsp; Her instructors were forbidden to damage her, a precious commodity, but the guards had no such regard for her previous pampered status.&nbsp; She was useless now.&nbsp; No one cared if one guard or two or more came into her cell and brutally took her again and again in a terror of darkness and searing pain.<br><br>Sunshine had lost all inner sense of time, with only the arrival of her meals the only measure of days passing.&nbsp; Curled up on the floor after the most recent visitation, her body throbbing with pain, she whispered into the nothingness, “So this is why curiosity killed the cat…” <br><br>As she was now discovering, there were things that it was best not to know.&nbsp; <br><br><br>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br><br><br><em>“Curiosity also opens doors.”</em><br><br>Sunshine thought she dreamed those words in her fitful sleep.&nbsp; Her eyelashes lifted slowly, almost expecting to see one of her instructors above her and giving her a lecture.&nbsp; But unutterable blackness met her vision again, weighing down on her like a palpable weight of oppressive air and robbing her of breath, and a choking sob rose in her throat.&nbsp; “Two?” Her voice was hoarse, the name of her lover ripped from a parched throat.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>She decided she would go along with the dream… perhaps she was dreaming still, and nebulous dreams of Two seemed to be the only physical comfort she could glean from her situation.&nbsp; <br><br>“How does curiosity open doors, Two?” she pleaded softly.&nbsp; <br><br>“It has already opened doors in your mind…”&nbsp; The voice was almost too faint for her ears… then she realized it might be coming from where her ear was pressed to a small vent on the floor, one of the few sources of air in the cell.&nbsp; She had found them on her exploratory crawls, and because she had been desperate for any sensation or stimulus in her empty world, she had taken to lying with her face pressed to the light drafts of air caressing her cheek.&nbsp; She raised her head slightly as if to look down at the vent, was reminded again that she could not see a thing, and laid her cheek back down on the metal grate.&nbsp; <br><br>Sunshine instinctively grasped the metaphor, although she did not know what a ‘metaphor’ was.&nbsp; There were no doors in her mind, she told herself… but if she had, she supposed that what little knowledge she had acquired had been the result of her ‘opening doors’… doors opened by questions with answers as rewards on the other side.<br><br>“It did not do me much good,” she murmured.&nbsp; “If I had left the doors closed, I might not be here now.”&nbsp; Had her mind already deteriorated?&nbsp; She was now talking to a disembodied voice from the floor, and she was quite certain it was not a normal thing to do.&nbsp; <br><br>“The doors will open,” the voice continued.&nbsp; “But you must open them yourself.&nbsp; When you escape, follow the drinking gourd.”&nbsp; <br><br><em>Escape?</em>&nbsp; Yes, she was certain now that she had gone mad.&nbsp; “You are not Two… who are you?” she whispered.&nbsp; “And what is a drinking gourd?”<br><br>She thought she heard something resembling a chuckle.&nbsp; “No, I am not Two.&nbsp; My name is Harriet… and a drinking gourd is a cup with a long handle for drinking.&nbsp; When you see it, follow where the handle points.&nbsp; Sleep now.&nbsp; You will need it for what is ahead of you.”<br><br>Sunshine nodded and closed her eyes, letting her mind drift back into sleep.&nbsp; She did not bother questioning the strange conversation, nor the fact that the voice had actually answered her questions.&nbsp; She already knew she was broken beyond repair.&nbsp; It was better in her dreams… that is, if she could dream about the Adonis again.&nbsp; <br><br>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ <br><br><br><br>In a maintenance closet far above Sector Z, Harriet pulled out the tiny robotic, mobile, remote-guided transceiver from the vent in the wall.&nbsp; It had taken a while to find the Aphrodite’s cell through the twisted maze of ventilation shafts in the complex’s blueprints.<br><br>Harriet worked in the laboratories that churned out the clones.&nbsp; Her job was quality control, with perfect credentials and a working track record… thus far.&nbsp; But she knew that it would not be long before IA pinpointed the source of slip-ups to her unit, and from thence to her.&nbsp; But it had been a risk she had been willing to take when she had agreed to work at the facility for the Underground.&nbsp; This particular ‘slip-up’, Sunshine’s very existence, had been partly her doing when she manipulated computer matrices of DNA strands during the manufacturing process.&nbsp; And it had been a spectacular ‘mistake’ at that.&nbsp; A few more of Sunshine and the institution’s existence and rationale for billions of credits that the government poured into this operation would be heavily questioned, at the very least.&nbsp; <br><br>“She’s holding on,” she spoke softly and urgently into her communicator.&nbsp; “But they need to hurry. I just found out… the broadcast of her termination is slated for the morning.”&nbsp; <br><br><br><br>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br><br><br><br>In the QA clinic, Harriet watched the monitors.&nbsp; Most were dedicated to views of the labs and to constant biofeeds of the clones’ progress in their self-contained incubation pods.&nbsp; But one monitor she had turned to a popular channel in the Empire, and this she frequently glanced at as she worked.&nbsp; Because her co-workers milled around her, she kept her face impassive, with perhaps only the tick of an eyelid as evidence of nervousness.<br><br>The channel was a purveyor of what was once called ‘snuff’ films.&nbsp; Snuff had become another source of addiction to millions, and every morning these viewers sat mesmerized in front of their monitors as dozens of living humans were tortured, raped, maimed, mutilated and killed in creative ways on the screen.&nbsp; <br><br>What none outside the facility knew was where the settings for these films originated.&nbsp; But Harriet knew, and so did the Underground.&nbsp; The killing fields were located in a subterranean cavern deep under Sector Z, a massive, bloody maw that devoured human and clone fodder spewed from the bowels of the prison cell blocks.&nbsp; <br><br>Harriet glanced at her watch and saw the time for the live broadcasts approaching in an about an hour.&nbsp; In an apprehensive tattoo, she tapped her pen on her desk.&nbsp; Where were they?<br><br><br><br><br>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br><br><br><br><br>Sunshine did manage to sleep a little, her mind drifting in and out of dreams, until the&nbsp; doors of her cell slid open with a sibilant release.&nbsp; Her eyes squeezed shut as even the artificial brightness from the cell block corridor was blinding to eyes that had not seen a glimmer of light for days.&nbsp; Despite that, she sat up with a new emotion she would not have known otherwise.&nbsp; Hope.&nbsp; <br><br>Perhaps Two had come to visit her… but that hope was dashed when a guard entered.&nbsp; Instinctively she shrank back, but he gripped her arm and dragged her roughly to her feet.&nbsp; The light revealed her wan nakedness… and despite her gaunt, half-starved appearance,&nbsp; the shadowed&nbsp; blue eyes, the lackluster, matted golden hair, and the bruises and cuts that marred her perfect skin, there was still a beauty about her that only an Aphrodite with an incipient miracle nestling in her womb could radiate.&nbsp; <br><br>The guard looked her over lasciviously, regret at losing this one morsel mingled with anticipation gleaming in his eyes.&nbsp; “Time for your termination, APHR-24389.”&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>20-07-2009, 06:02:24</strong>
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				Following Lucy's suggestion had been easy...at first.&nbsp; 'Wrap a wet towel around your cock.'&nbsp; He could still hear her words now.&nbsp; It was a genius plan!&nbsp; He wouldn't know how wrong that assessment was until he was caught like a mouse in the cat's trap!&nbsp; Of course, being invisible had its advantages; while he strode confidently from pathway to walkway and from room to room, Two felt like another man.&nbsp; It was a feeling of being untouchable, above the law, beyond the reach of consequences, and...awesome!&nbsp; At first it was difficult not to flinch or run pell-mell in the opposite direction of an encroaching guard but he had grown accustomed to it now.&nbsp; There was no other word for this delectable little morsel of technology.&nbsp; It was just awesome!&nbsp; Well...it was awesome until his luck ran out.<br><br>'Wrap a wet towel around your cock.'&nbsp; The Adonis groaned inwardly at her imagined voice.&nbsp; What the hell was he thinking?&nbsp; This was a government facility.&nbsp; There were no leaks.&nbsp; There were no drips.&nbsp; Nothing was EVER amiss.&nbsp; Someone would want to know where the hell all this water came from and -- strangely enough -- why it was moving down the corridor of an execution-prep containment cell-block.&nbsp; The air was cool and dry; it had only taken his body minor exertion, an elevated heart rate, and a lifetime of nervous energy to exceed the ambient temperature.&nbsp; Easy.&nbsp; Droplets of condensation dripped from the moist towel that girded his cloned-cock.&nbsp; When he paused to let passersby pass him by the droplets pooled.&nbsp; When he stepped into the puddle, the soles of his bare feet tracked wet foot-prints through the corridor...right up to her cell.<br><br>"Well, hindsight is twenty-twenty," he remarked offhandedly -- announcing his presence and shocking the patrolmen with phantasmagoric trepidation.&nbsp; He'd have never expected her cell to be guarded.&nbsp; Never in a million years would he have expected to be invisible, approaching trained Military Police, and confidently taking not one but TWO of them on at the same time.&nbsp; Two was not trained for combat.&nbsp; He wasn't even trained for stealth.&nbsp; He did, however, have the element of surprise...and an inflated ego.&nbsp; The two MPs never knew what hit them.&nbsp; The clone had easily lifted the tazer from a belt-loop, and stunned both men into unconsciousness.&nbsp; Their kevlar-clad bodies hit the floor in succession.&nbsp; He was still convinced that his tell-tale crumb-trail had heightened the security alertness.&nbsp; On a day of televised execution the government would stop at absolutely nothing.&nbsp; What was that old expression?&nbsp; "The show (Broadcast) must go on!"&nbsp; Hmm...<br><br>When Two tried the door he was both alarmed and elated; he hadn't thought it would be this easy.&nbsp; A small part of him still doubted that Lucy would actually provide the correct code.&nbsp; After keying the eight-digit entry the door swung inward on noiseless hinges.&nbsp; "Sunshine!" he practically yelped but the sound caught in his throat when he found the cell empty.&nbsp; Oh shit!&nbsp; She wasn't there.&nbsp; Two had to think quickly.&nbsp; He had to get those guards into this cell fast!&nbsp; Wait!&nbsp; Guards had been posted outside of an empty cell?&nbsp; What the fuck was going on here?&nbsp; Did they know she had escaped?&nbsp; If they did then those guards were meant for HIM!&nbsp; If not...well, that thought led down an entirely untested line of reasoning that scared him shitless.&nbsp; He'd digest it when he was well away from here.&nbsp; Let the guards wake up in this room naked and helpless.&nbsp; Let them have a taste of what Sunshine surely went through.&nbsp; Those were his only thoughts at this moment.&nbsp; <br><br>Anger now gnashed Two's teeth as he dragged the unconscious forms of Sunshine's sentinels into the lightless room.&nbsp; These barbarians had probably had their way with her.&nbsp; He didn't even want to entertain those thoughts though he knew them to be true.&nbsp; Prisoners slated for the death-penalty were rarely afforded any niceties or kindness.&nbsp; Especially not clones.&nbsp; They didn't even have the right to a fair trial.&nbsp; Why the hell would anyone care if they were mistreated before being put to death?&nbsp; People only cared about their "Pay-Per-View" event's uninterrupted broadcast.&nbsp; What a sick world they lived in.&nbsp; Two squinted and blinked back tears of incendiary ire as he stripped the men of their clothing, utility belts, and other gear.&nbsp; The thermoptic camouflage suit folded and fit neatly into one of the guards' packs.&nbsp; The closer of the two to Two's size got manhandled as well as disrobed and lost all his personal affects in the exchanged.&nbsp; Two too bad.<br><br>The quick-change took less than two minutes and, in one final act of despair and unthinking-desperation, Two took the tazer to his flaccid member and loosed a few thousand volts of juice.<br><br>**********************************************************<br><br>What the fuck?&nbsp; Whoooooooooooooooooah...so THAT was what a tazer felt like.&nbsp; Two shook the marble-jarring stupor from his head and rose -- as if from torpor -- with undying longevity.&nbsp; His enhanced body, endocrine/immuno-system, heightened metabolism, and advanced muscular-skeletal form shrugged off the electrical surge the way a soggy man sloughs the mantle of his sodden slicker.&nbsp; With a nervous glance downward he confirmed his suspicions and breathed the biggest sigh of relief in two days.&nbsp; The lights had all darkened along the circumference of his technological-nightmare.&nbsp; It was a GPS/cock-ring/neural inhibitor/castrator.&nbsp; The IP9kb was also fitted with a tamper-proof safety device (read as:&nbsp; razor-sharp barbs that would rip his member wholly from his person should he so much as "attempt" removal), well, so much for that.&nbsp; He hadn't even had the time to resent his penis for betraying his location; a short-lived contradiction that proved to be his undoing in the end.&nbsp; Two didn't allow himself to dwell on those thoughts.&nbsp; He tucked his helmed down and over his eyes, composed himself with a cool, calm, and collected demeanor, and stepped from the cell...dressed like the enemy.<br><br>The execution chambers were setup for makeup, rehearsals, and, of course, broadcasting.&nbsp; Should he head there?&nbsp; They were in a special part of the building where a communications clearance was necessary instead of the usual security clearance.&nbsp; Deep underground in a highly-classified location -- an old mine shaft, adit, and adjoining cavern -- they were rehearsing the execution of the Aphrodite.&nbsp; Two knew he wouldn't pass a retinal scan so he couldn't even attempt to get to her.&nbsp; She wasn't in her cell -- which was guarded -- so he didn't even know if she had already escaped...or already been executed.&nbsp; The Adonis had so many unanswered questions that he began to despair.&nbsp; He cast about desperately, hyperventilating, and working himself into a tizzy when something caught his eye.&nbsp; It was a small icon, looking a bit like a cup with a large handle -- almost like a ladle -- just beside the handle on the door to the cell.&nbsp; He had never seen such an object before and was stymied by its curious appearance here...now...on Sunshine's cell door.<br><br>Two crossed the hall in a stride and a half to examine its door handle and even went down the corridor to his left to check one more.&nbsp; No icon.&nbsp; What the hell did this mean?&nbsp; Time was running out.&nbsp; For her, especially, but for them both, he knew.&nbsp; He'd be caught and dead before the morning news; more than that, he wasn't sure he wanted to live if he allowed Sunshine to die.&nbsp; She carried...<br><br>The drinking gourd flashed into his mind.&nbsp; He didn't even know the word but he knew this little icon was symbolic...somehow.&nbsp; Two returned to the cell door and bent to examine the image closely.&nbsp; He was unaccustomed to the kevlar vest and the gun was unwieldy.&nbsp; Its pendulous swing ended abruptly when it swung from the strap around his shoulder and reported with a "clang!" against the solid metal door -- a door whose seal was so tight it could block out not just air but even light.&nbsp; The Adonis found the image a little unnerving.&nbsp; He hadn't seen it before and definitely didn't know what it meant or how it might be symbolic.&nbsp; It was, however, his only clue and he had to act on it.<br><br>Two raced down the long corridor and gave every door handle a cursory inspection.&nbsp; None of the other cells displayed such an icon.&nbsp; Upon reaching the end of the hall he examined the elevator lobby and adjoining foyer.&nbsp; Nothing.&nbsp; Not even a hint.&nbsp; Was this some kind of sick joke?&nbsp; Was it a trick?&nbsp; A fluke?&nbsp; Two went back to the pre-execution holding-cell block and checked the door and frame of, not just the cells this time, but every single door in the block.&nbsp; It took quite a bit longer than he had hoped but this was the only thing he had to go on.<br><br>Door after door.&nbsp; Mirror images of one and other.&nbsp; Nothing amiss.&nbsp; Nothing out of the ordinary.&nbsp; Frame after frame were alike in everything.&nbsp; Every aspect and detail.&nbsp; They had all been built by the same factory and installed by the same construction company.&nbsp; They were just clones themselves.&nbsp; There wasn't a difference that his eye could detect -- not between any two of them.&nbsp; Was this how humans saw them?&nbsp; Carbon-copies of each-other.&nbsp; Every two alike.&nbsp; No Two different.&nbsp; Another door down.&nbsp; More of the same.&nbsp; Clones were just animated chattel.&nbsp; The Adonis began to realize that what really made humans different was how differently they felt and how differently they treated others.&nbsp; Physiologically they were about as clones as humanly possible.&nbsp; Psychologically, further than the sun.&nbsp; If a clone could achieve reproduction then this would only lead to genocide.&nbsp; The empire would rock to its very core. With an endless army of expendable troops at its fingertips they would flood the furthest reaches of space with their seeds of destruction.&nbsp; The only reason it hadn't been done thus far was because of the morality issues and, of course, the exorbitant amounts of money needed to fund the cloning projects.&nbsp; They were still considered valuable and most definitely not front-line fodder.&nbsp; Wait!&nbsp; What was that?&nbsp; Two had gotten sidetracked in his thoughts and almost missed it.&nbsp; In the upper right-hand corner of the door frame sat a small drinking gourd.&nbsp; It was positioned at a cock-eyed slant so that the cup was almost on its side.&nbsp; He blinked and glanced back at Sunshine's cell.&nbsp; Still nothing.&nbsp; This other icon was in plain sight of the original -- just down the hall in fact -- but what the hell did that mean?&nbsp; Two tried the door and it opened easily.<br><br>The janitor's closet.&nbsp; A mop-mobbed, clorox-infested, house-keeping cleaning-agent riddled dead-end stared him right in the face and laughed.&nbsp; The clone tilted his head back, removed the helmet, and sighed as tears welled-up within his eyes.&nbsp; This was pointless and hopeless and utterly doomed.&nbsp; He had failed her.&nbsp; He had failed himself.&nbsp; And, in the end, he had failed every clone that would come after him and enter a life of indentured servitude.&nbsp; The water flowed freely down his chiseled cheeks in fluted rivulets of regret.&nbsp; Had he to do it over again, do it differently, what would he do?&nbsp; Could he ever let Sunshine out of his sight?&nbsp; She was a ray of sunshine!&nbsp; He was going to be a father!&nbsp; The sobs stumbled through bared teeth and barred lips like drunken sailors in a seedy port and through the mist -- through it all -- the small, iconic image of a drinking gourd once again caught his eye on the upper right corner of an air-supply diffuser-grate.&nbsp; Impossible!<br><br>With a quick jab of the butt of his gun the grate bent and he was able to fit a gauntleted fist through and rip the rest of the diffuser down.&nbsp; The supply-air shaft widened just above the access door hatch and he actually espied a ladder.&nbsp; This was probably an old maintenance shaft and situated just below the maintenance store-room.&nbsp; The image of the long-handled gourd was burned in his mind now and he knew exactly what to look for.&nbsp; Someone was helping him along.&nbsp; Someone had known he would come.<br><br>No no no no!&nbsp; These clues could very easily have been left for someone else!&nbsp; For Sunshine even!&nbsp; Could they have been left BY her?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; Wait?&nbsp; Two practically flew up the shaft and ascended with unprecendented climbing-skills.&nbsp; He even amazed himself on the way up...but as he poked his head through the shaft-opening inside of what could only be the maintenance closet he was greeted by an unfamiliar voice and his heart after it clawed its way up and into his throat.<br><br>"Hello, Two, what took you so long?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>26-07-2009, 21:27:07</strong>
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				Harriet had been nervously pacing the almost claustrophobic confines of the maintenance closet, waiting.&nbsp; She could hear the Adonis’ clambering efforts well enough through the opening of the ventilation shaft, and when the handsome head appeared out of the darkness, she slumped in intense relief.<br><br>“Hello, Two, what took you so long?”&nbsp; There was exasperation in a voice hoarse from a throat constantly tightening up.&nbsp; <br><br>What he would see was a small woman in her forties dressed in a white labcoat over her regular clothes, very thin with almost spidery limbs and a high strung energy that gave one the impression of a jittery bird.&nbsp; Her black hair was pulled back primly and tightly from a pale, narrow face, but its stringent neatness had long since been disturbed by restless hands and errant wisps stuck out to frame her face untidily.&nbsp; Her dark brown eyes behind a pair of old-fashioned, thick-lensed spectacles seemed owlish, especially now with their wide, anxious stare.&nbsp; <br><br>She went to him and helped him out of the shaft and waited until he had straightened.&nbsp; Even in the anonymity of the sentinel uniform, Two filled it out magnificently, and she had a fleeting image in her mind of Adam, freshly minted by the gods, striding through Elysium searching for his mate… or perhaps, in this case, searching through Hades might be a more apt analogy.<br><br>“I was hoping you’d catch the symbol,” she told him, with a smile that came and went as her glance darted from Two to the door and back again.&nbsp; “And relying on your superior visual acuity and intellect to distinguish its incongruity.&nbsp; Here.”&nbsp; She pressed a bag into Two’s hand, a bag similar to the one in her hand.&nbsp; “You might recognize the weapons in there, and a few military explosives.&nbsp; We would have tried to rescue the Aphrodite ourselves, but when we heard you were coming for her, we couldn’t let you be taken too… and somehow, I think Sunshine would do better with you than without.&nbsp; Come.&nbsp; She’s being conducted to the Abyss, as we call it.&nbsp; But there’s a way to get to her… back through there.”&nbsp; She nodded to the air shaft.&nbsp; “I know of a shortcut.”<br><br><br><br>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br><br><br><br><br>Oddly, Sunshine had been washed down in a shower, her golden hair shampooed and dried and brushed until her long, lustrous locks gleamed, her skin tended and the bruises concealed by makeup, then she was bundled into a diaphanous white robe of soft, clinging white silk, once again looking every bit the luscious Aphrodite she was before being dragged through seemingly endless, featureless corridors.&nbsp; <br><br>She was innocently unaware of the sacrificial significance of the scanty white gown that kept parting open at the front to reveal the creamy white expanses of the once-cosseted tender flesh underneath… soon to be butchered on a galactic-wide broadcast.&nbsp; The mesmerized majority of viewers loved the theme of the virginal maiden being offered on the altar… after being ravaged brutally by her captors, of course.&nbsp; And she had to look her best for the cameras, a fresh victim to appease the gods of lust that kept the Abyss thriving.&nbsp; <br><br>She was taken down a long, long flight of moving steps, and if she thought the prison blocks were cold and dark, her long descent into the cavern chilled her to the bone and heart.&nbsp; They were taking her deep into the planet, soon to be entombed by tons of rock and soil held up by enormous concrete pillars on both sides of the mobile stairs that descended into the gaping black maw.&nbsp; She had a dizzying attack of vertigo as she looked down and saw the cavern floor below them… they were so far up still that she couldn’t yet distinguish the dark, amorphous moving specks that she knew must be people.&nbsp; She swayed and shut her eyes tight, trying not to give in to the temptation of leaning against one of the guards that held her arms securely.&nbsp; <br><br>The closer they glided to the floor of the cavern, the more Sunshine’s ears picked up sounds… heart-pounding sounds that threatened to immobilize her with terror. The platform that received them at the bottom led into a labyrinthine maze of more corridors, but this time, behind each door was a room from hell, the fires of torture and mutilation and death consuming prisoners and clones like her… the flames reaching out to lick at her hungrily with each scream of agony such as she had never heard before. <br><br>Icy numbness gripped her limbs and settled in a constricting ball around her heart, making it difficult to breathe.&nbsp; <br><br>After so many twists and turns that she dizzily lost count, they reached the end of one corridor where a large door stood gaping open, and with every step closer Sunshine’s stomach was literally heaving.&nbsp; The thick miasma of blood and flesh, both fresh and old, enveloped her retching body, but there was nothing in her stomach to expel. They had to drag her bodily inside for her feet had started to stumble as dizziness and weakness flooded through her.&nbsp; <br><br>It was a large chamber, incongruously set up like a movie set. Artificial foliage covered most of a floor stained by dark splotches, and if one looked closely, one would see that the textured speckles on the leaves were actually dried droplets of splattered blood. In the middle of the stage, a stone altar was set up on a platform that resembled the summit of a mountain, torches standing on poles on the&nbsp; circumference of the plateau, oil-lit flames sending black smoke upwards and creating an inky haze around the scene that met Sunshine’s eyes.&nbsp; <br><br>It was her.&nbsp; Her horror-stricken eyes could not mistake the golden hair that flowed from one end of the altar, or that profile that she had seen often enough in the corridors of the facility if not in her mirror.&nbsp; It was <em>hers</em>.&nbsp; &nbsp;Or at least her genes in the woman laid out and bound to the altar under the hooded executioner’s long, already bloody knife.&nbsp; Her sister… moaning and shrieking with pain.<br><br>She swayed and trembled, and this time she did lean against the guard, and he let her… perhaps he was used to this sort of reaction from the Aphrodites, as his grinning face indicated.&nbsp; She groaned weakly and clutched at him… and the next moment he and the other guards, as well as the executioner, had barely enough time to react.<br><br>Although she had never really understood the necessity, she had been minimally trained in a handful of weapons, enough to know how to operate and fire one with reasonable accuracy.&nbsp; Now she had cause to be thankful for that training. Even as she clung to one of her molesters, her hand was already undoing the holster at his belt and slipping out the plasma weapon, her thumb simultaneously setting the safety to stun.&nbsp; She was not a killer, and she knew that setting the gun to ‘High’ would put a hole through each of the guards that would end their lives.<br><br>An Aphrodite’s exquisite sexual responses translated from finely tuned reflexes and grace of body and coordination of limbs with every single one of her senses.&nbsp; Despite her trembling and retching, she managed to stun all four of the guards and the executioner as well, all slumping to the ground as hundreds of volts of plasma energy short-circuited their nervous systems.&nbsp; <br><br>She stumbled up the steps to the altar and looked down at the Aphrodite bound to the large stone table already bloodied and stained with the current and countless other victims.&nbsp; To her relief, she saw that the executioner had only started, his knife having left marks over her sister’s body but only enough to inflict pain and not to debilitate.&nbsp; Using that knife, she slashed through the bindings that held the girl in place, and she tried to help her off the altar.<br><br>“We have to hurry,” she urged.&nbsp; “Can you walk?”&nbsp; She didn’t know where they would go--- she suspected that this reprieve wouldn’t last very long--- but she had also decided they wouldn’t be taken without a fight.&nbsp; No… not when she held a treasure inside her body that Two had deposited for her safe-keeping.<br><br>“I—I think so,” the Aphrodite said hoarsely, and together they staggered and slid down the steps, Sunshine’s arm around her waist while she clutched the gun in her other hand.&nbsp; She picked up another gun and gave it to the other girl.&nbsp; “Use it… and if you think you will be taken, leave a pulse for yourself.”&nbsp; At least that was what Sunshine intended to do.<br><br>Barely aware that their every move had been captured on camera and broadcast to the rest of the empire, they ran out the door in a floundering pace.&nbsp; The girl was feeble from loss of blood, blood that now luridly smeared Sunshine’s once pristine virginal robe, and Sunshine herself was weak and light-headed from lack of nourishment.&nbsp; It wouldn’t be long before more guards were sent after them, she thought despairingly as they stumbled down yet another featureless corridor… and she had no idea where they were, or where to go.&nbsp; Escape seemed utterly impossible.<br><br><em>Oh Two</em>… A sob rose in her throat.&nbsp; <em>I did not even get to say good-bye.</em><br><br>And in her mind she said good-bye as she heard the clatter of boots not far behind them in the corridor around the bend.&nbsp; Unable to take another step, the other Aphrodite&nbsp; moaned and collapsed in exhaustion and pain, and Sunshine numbly admitted defeat.&nbsp; She slid down the wall with the other girl to slump on the floor, and she gently pressed the Aphrodite’s hand around the grip of the gun after setting it to ‘High’.&nbsp; Then she did the same to hers.&nbsp; <br><br>Then they waited for the storm of uniforms and boots to round the corner.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 02:11:49</strong>
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				"Shortcut," he thought with a psychic sniff and a mental-harumph.&nbsp; They had traversed every inch of the sewage lines in an attempt to come up <em>beneath</em> the Abyss (hmm...) and bypass security.&nbsp; He had to hand it to the mousy little revolutionary.&nbsp; She was made of tough-stuff than he to be able to grit her teeth and wade through all manner of detritus and waste...biological and otherwise...without even flinching.&nbsp; The terrorists must have trained her well.&nbsp; Two hated even thinking that word when describing his saviors but, the reality of the situation was as ever-present as the sodden sloshing in his soggy boots and the acrid odor of sulfur and toxic human-waste:&nbsp; He was siding with the traitors.&nbsp; He would be seen as a deserter and renegade if not a terrorist.&nbsp; Revolutionaries were merely activists who ran out of activities, right?<br><br>"Psst!" Harriet hissed in a hoarse whisper.&nbsp; "Quit daydreamin' Stud."&nbsp; She had a way with words.&nbsp; "That's quite the affectation," Two quipped in response and instantly regretted it.&nbsp; If it were possible to physically <em>taste</em> a smell then he was doing so right now.&nbsp; The moment he opened his mouth it was stuffed chock-full of rotten eggs, diarrhea, rancid meat, bilous, oozy, gooey vomit, and strawberry yogurt.&nbsp; Two nearly spilled the contents of his stomach and had to fight his gag reflex just to keep the bile from rising any further into his throat.&nbsp; "Ghphppfff!" he spat and his nostrils burned like an acid brush-fire.&nbsp; "Man, the Adonis sure is sturdy but it has the sensibilities of a fourteen year-old girl."&nbsp; It wasn't as though referring to him in the third-person made it any easier to swallow.&nbsp; Tears ran from his eyes like droplets of burning pain that painted the agonizing picture of acid and oil on a mad-man's face.<br><br>"My reasons tend to fly away..."<br><br>"C'mon big guy, we're almost there," she smirked with a note of comfort in her voice.&nbsp; Two was surprisingly sensitive to the double-entendre but deigned <em>not</em> to open his mouth again.<br><br>The sewer-grate was far too heavy for a human, female lab technician to budge.&nbsp; She didn't even acknowledge it -- just stood patiently by the wayside for him to get the hint.&nbsp; Two rolled his eyes a little louder and Harriet chortled.&nbsp; What was wrong with this woman?&nbsp; She seemed to be enjoying this far too much.&nbsp; "Ahem!"&nbsp; He looked down at the diminutive lady as he began his clamorous clambering down the ladder.&nbsp; Harriet raised her eyebrows expectantly.&nbsp; Apparently he was going first.<br><br>The room they ascended into was startlingly bright and bathed in brilliant white light.&nbsp; In the middle of the room was a giant...Two searched for the word...stone pedestal of some sort.&nbsp; Aha!&nbsp; Altar!&nbsp; There were shackles, bindings, and every manner and implement of torturous design and device -- like ornaments -- adorning the room.&nbsp; What shook him to the very core was the pristine condition in which they found it.&nbsp; Could the execution be over?&nbsp; Already?&nbsp; Perhaps it hadn't begun.&nbsp; It wasn't like the government to run late.&nbsp; The country was punctual and the citizens demanded blood to slake their sanguiphoria (is this a word?&nbsp; I feel like I just made it up...you know me.&nbsp; I can't stand dictionaries or editing or even THINKING!).&nbsp; "Harriet," Two spoke quietly, "I think you'd better see this..."&nbsp; She rose -- as if levitating on angelic wings -- and was only a rung or two behind him.<br><br>"I could have sworn this was the right room," she mused and negotiated the grate only to begin pacing.<br><br>"They have cameras in these rooms, right?"<br><br>"Are you kidding me Two?&nbsp; Use your cloned brain.&nbsp; They don't make you stupid on purpose y'know."&nbsp; Ouch.<br><br>"Security wouldn't surveil an empty room, would they?"<br><br>"Rhetorical." She paused.&nbsp; The inflection in her voice made it seem more question than statement.&nbsp; "I hope it was anyway.&nbsp; And 'no' no one is watching this room right now.&nbsp; If, in fact, we're in the wrong room then we haven't a thing to worry about.&nbsp; If, as this nagging suspicion in my tummy is telling me, we are actually in the <em>correct</em> room...well, then we should really be worry about Sunshine."&nbsp; Harriet nodded toward the sidearm in his belt-holster.&nbsp; "You know how to use that thing, right?&nbsp; You might want to actually take it out now, Two, and pretend you do."&nbsp; Wow, this one really had a mouth on her.&nbsp; If she weren't so obviously helping him he might have had some other thoughts about her.<br><br>"Yes, I can use it well enough," he began and looked down at his feet while picking his next words carefully.&nbsp; "There's no guarantee," he cut his eyes upwards at her like a rabid dog, "that I'll actually remember to use it."<br><br>Harriet didn't like the look in his eyes -- it unnerved her.&nbsp; She thought the gun might be a more merciful fate for whoever got in the Adonis' way.&nbsp; But then, it might be a more merciful fate for them should they be captured.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>05-08-2009, 19:31:13</strong>
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				<br>“It couldn’t have been over so soon,” Harriet worried and continued her pacing.&nbsp; “These broadcasts can go on for hours, depending on how long the victims last---“ she broke off, and glanced quickly at Two.&nbsp; Then she stopped pacing and pursed her lips.&nbsp; “I can only think and hope for the reason Sunshine isn’t here… she escaped, somehow.&nbsp; And she could still be alive, but she has no way of knowing how to find her way out of here.&nbsp; So we must look for her until we know there’s no hope left.&nbsp; But first…”<br><br>She went to the altar, took out a round device from her bag and affixed it to the altar’s pedestal.&nbsp; Then she pushed a few buttons on its panel to set it to remote detonation, a wide grin spreading across her face.&nbsp; “I’ve always wanted to do this,” she breezed, then got up to look at Two with that grin bordering on the edge of mad enjoyment.&nbsp; “Are you ready?&nbsp; This should help a little… a bit of distraction for us.&nbsp; And it should make a crater in this block of torture chambers big enough to swallow a Class Titan vessel.”<br><br><br>~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~<br><br><br>The guards came around the corner and were met by a bombardment of plasma blasts from the Aphrodite’s weapons.&nbsp; Five went down, various body parts smoking, before the unit thought the better of valor and retreated back around the corner and regrouped.&nbsp; <br><br>“I—I think I can get up now,” the other Aphrodite whispered to Sunshine in a hoarse wheeze.&nbsp; The few minutes rest had helped, and with Sunshine’s help she struggled to her feet and pointed down the corridor to a nondescript door.&nbsp; “I used to work here until they – they thought I was not useful any more… and I discovered a way to the outside.&nbsp; But we have to fight our way there.”&nbsp; <br><br>Mindful of the few seconds’ reprieve they were given, she took Sunshine’s hand and hobbled towards the door.&nbsp; Sunshine gripped a supporting arm around her waist and stumbled along with her, looking over her shoulder with her gun pointed in case an intrepid guard decided to poke a head around the corner.&nbsp; For good measure, she let loose a plasma blast that left a smoking round scorch mark on the edge of the wall.<br><br>The door led down more labyrinthine hallways and staircases, going down, always down.&nbsp; “There is a way out from <em>under</em> this place?” she panted in a despairing question of the other girl.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“I think there is,” gasped the Aphrodite, every feature a mirror image of Sunshine’s.&nbsp; “I am not certain… I have only gained information from sources here and there…”&nbsp; A few men, many of them guards, had not been averse to talking before, during and after fucking her.&nbsp; “I can think of nowhere else to go… so we must try.”<br><br>Sunshine hoped they found it soon… for from the look of strained pain and exhaustion on the other Aphrodite’s face, and from their lagging steps, she knew that it was only a matter of time before the guards caught up to them.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>12-08-2009, 01:24:19</strong>
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				<strong>“I’ve always wanted to do this,” she breezed...</strong><br><br>Two arched an eyebrow at her incredulously and retreated to the furthest corner of the room.&nbsp; The idea of bringing the walls down appealed to a vindictive aspect of his personality he had only just discovered.&nbsp; However, he didn't cherish the idea of demolishing the room while they were still inside it.&nbsp; It just didn't seem prudent.&nbsp; But then, Harriet didn't strike him as the prudent-type.&nbsp; He was just glad that the renegade technician was on <em>their</em> side.&nbsp; Or was she?&nbsp; Perhaps, for the time-being, <em>they</em> were merely on <em>her</em> side.&nbsp; The semantics of their allegiances was a little troubling.<br><br><strong>“Are you ready?&nbsp; This should help a little… a bit of distraction for us.&nbsp; And it should make a crater in this block of torture chambers big enough to swallow a Class Titan vessel.”</strong><br><br>Titan class?&nbsp; Was she serious?&nbsp; She held a thermonuclear detonator in her hand like an apple and nonchalantly admonished him as if he intended to take a dip in the pool fewer than thirty-minutes after consuming his food.&nbsp; Could he cramp?&nbsp; A magnum of fragmentation and shrapnel would puncture him like a pin-cushion at this range.&nbsp; Two prayed for the cramp, welcomed it, but managed only," I don't think this is the wisest..." before the sound of his voice was cut-off in a sonic-shockwave as the sound-barrier was broken a mere ten meters from his perfect body.&nbsp; The anti-grav vacuum sucked him inward toward it's nucleus of fission-splitting atoms the instant before it turned in on itself, imploded, and devastated the very integrity of the entire building.&nbsp; Structural members shattered, melted, and rent in twain just like his battered pin-ball ballistic body.&nbsp; Two's vision went as black as his muffs when God boxed the poor Adonis' ears and cuffed him right on his clavicle.<br><br>***************************************************<br><br>The Twins looked at each other with frantically desperate eye-widening trepidation.&nbsp; The entire building was rocked to its very core and the Aphrodites stumbled with failed attempts to find footing.&nbsp; Ever the curious one Sunshine couldn't resist..."I wonder what that was!"&nbsp; Her companion blanched.<br><br>***************************************************<br><br>The sand was hot today -- hotter than usual -- but the spray of the surf cooled him considerably.&nbsp; It was funny.&nbsp; He didn't even remember napping here on the beach but with the advent of the neap tide the water had encroached.&nbsp; Even now it rushed up under his chin and tickled him there.&nbsp; The sun was absolutely brilliant!&nbsp; It's blindingly bright light was warm and soothing on his skin.&nbsp; Two attempted to move but found himself unable to.&nbsp; A saline mixture of sand and briny water foamed across his face and wrinkled his nose.&nbsp; The smell of sulfur tickled his olfactories and turned his nose-wrinkling grimace into a brow-furrowing cringe.&nbsp; The spray of the sea peppered his face while the water playfully lapped at his naked body.&nbsp; If it hadn't smelled so badly he might have laughed out loud!<br><br>*********************************************************<br><br>The carnage was unmistakable.&nbsp; Harriet's body was unrecognizable; half of it was lathered evenly over Two's crumpled form like the spreading-shmear of a creamy oleo over a breakfast-biscuit.&nbsp; Two was contorted into a pretzel-like prison of preternatural paralysis.&nbsp; Paraplegia?&nbsp; Apparently.&nbsp; Or?&nbsp; No.&nbsp; One big toe could wiggle...and wiggle it would!&nbsp; Consciousness, now, his only friend bent, leant, and offered a helping hand; it was the Silver Hammer of Sedition and it played the Battle Hymn on his Ear Drums while the Fife of Cloned Life whimsically whistled the Warsong of the World's Sighs into his close eyes.<br><br>*********************************************************<br><br>"Could that be Two?&nbsp; Is he coming to rescue me?" the question was a rhetorical one if only because her present company replied with an inaudible dumbfounded expression.&nbsp; The elation swelled within her already swelling breast and, for the briefest of moments, Sunshine caught a Breath of Fresh Air.<br><br>*********************************************************<br><br>"Uuuuuuuuugh..." he groaned before needing another breath to continue.&nbsp; He had intended to start anew as soon as he had a lungful with which to do so but he inhaled more than a million parts per millionth of particulates.&nbsp; Alveoli convulsed, his throat contracted, and he coughed.&nbsp; It was all he could manage.&nbsp; "Sunnnn..." came the hoarse whisper from his throat though he couldn't hear a squeak.&nbsp; Was he speaking?&nbsp; Two could almost swear it.&nbsp; "Sunnsh!!!" came the raspy cry this time more urgently than before.&nbsp; Still, he heard nothing.&nbsp; In an attempt to move he shifted some of the rubble he was, evidently, buried under and even <em>more</em> of it came crashing down atop him.<br><br>Deep below even the deepest subterranean chambers alarms sounded an all-facility emergency Code 5 evacuation.&nbsp; The reactor core had destabilized due to its proximity to the previous explosion (the blast radius of which had actually breached the five-foot thick concrete bunker-walls) and spiraled rapidly out of control.&nbsp; It would reach critical within thirty minutes and vaporize the majority of this compound and the surrounding jungle -- depositing it neatly into the atmosphere.<br><br>It was a good day to die.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>14-08-2009, 05:46:14</strong>
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				“Hurry!” The Aphrodite grabbed Sunshine’s hand, and with a surge of alarmed energy she pulled Sunshine down another set of stairs.&nbsp; The Abyss was shuddering, as if the rocky hinges of its maw were slowly closing, and if the sound of thunderous grinding of the facility’s very foundations were not enough to panic the two Aphrodites, the shaking walls and bits of cracked ceiling raining down on them would have done it.<br><br>Deeper they went, stumbling, trying to keep their footing, their bare feet already cut and bleeding from fallen rock littering the stairwell, and when they finally reached the bottom, the rock lay thickly in craggy piles, and it was all they could do to maneuver around them down the corridor, panting from their exertions.&nbsp; The lights flickered ominously along the way, spurring their feet, neither wanting to be trapped in darkness again.&nbsp; <br><br>“There is a door here somewhere, leading to the underground sewers…” The other Aphrodite was truly panicking now. What if she had been wrong?&nbsp; Would they be forever entombed under the Abyss?&nbsp; “We are at the very bottom of the facility… there is nowhere else we can go…”<br><br>Then they rounded a corner, and both froze in stunned shock.&nbsp; <br><br>There was no door.&nbsp; In fact, there were no walls.&nbsp; Large boulders…parts of floors and ceilings had crushed down an entire wall of the corridor, leaving them to stare upwards dumbfounded into the immense jagged hole in the ceiling of the sewer tunnel, soaring hundreds of feet up so that they could see the remains of the levels that they had just descended.&nbsp; <br><br>“There!”&nbsp; Sunshine’s voice was suddenly full of excitement.&nbsp; She pointed down the cavern, past the giant piles of smoking debris that had buried the canal, and both could see light literally at the end of the tunnel.&nbsp; “Is that it? Is that the way out?”<br><br>“Yes, that must be it!”&nbsp; The other Aphrodite was almost sobbing now with relief.&nbsp; Then the ground under their feet gave another rumbling heave, and somewhere in the facility they heard the alarms.&nbsp; They stared at each other in horror.&nbsp; They knew what it meant.&nbsp; They had performed enough Code 5 evacuation drills to know what it meant.&nbsp; It meant the reactor had been compromised and was about to vaporize their little world as they knew it.&nbsp; Galvanized, Sunshine II cried, “Come!”&nbsp; <br><br>She had gone several feet down the platform that overlooked the canal when she realized Sunshine wasn’t with her.&nbsp; She stopped and turned, her features twisted in confusion and despair as she stared at Sunshine, who stood still where she was, her robe a gray, blood-spattered rag that barely covered her body.&nbsp; “What is wrong?&nbsp; Why are you not moving?”<br><br>“I—“&nbsp; Sunshine laid her hand on her belly… it was flat, no visible sign yet of her pregnancy, but she could still feel Two’s throbbing impregnation filling her.&nbsp; And the thought of him, perhaps somewhere in the facility, made her knees suddenly weak.&nbsp; &nbsp;She whispered, “I hope he is safe.”<br><br>“Who?”<br><br>“Two…<br><br>Perhaps it was the crippling flood of thoughts, of regret, of yearning, that provoked it.&nbsp; After all, she was broken, hearing voices from air vents where there shouldn’t be any voices.&nbsp; So why should it surprise her that she heard Two’s voice calling her name?&nbsp; <br><br>But then the other Aphrodite heard it too, and her jaw dropped.&nbsp; “Did you hear that?&nbsp; Someone is calling out ‘Sunshine’!”<br><br>Sunshine’s eyes widened.&nbsp; Then she heard it again… and she didn’t need another prodding as her feet unfroze and flew over the rocks, unheeding of sharp edges.&nbsp; She screamed out hoarsely, “TWO! Where are you?”&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>The thought of him buried under one of those mountains of debris made her heart seize.&nbsp; Panting desperately, she climbed up and down those rocks down the canal, her twin following behind her… until she finally saw him in a valley where the water was still visible.&nbsp; Two… his naked body half covered with rubble and blood and dust… but still wondrously alive.<br><br>“Oh Two,” Sunshine sobbed, and with her sister’s help removed whatever rubble covered him…and when they saw the remains of Harriet, they might have retched if there had been anything to bring up, but as it was they gingerly removed the woman’s various body parts from Two.&nbsp; <br><br>Once uncovered, they rolled him over, then Sunshine knelt down beside her lover and gently lifted his head onto her lap. She smiled down at him tremulously, letting her tears drip down her cheeks and chin and wash over his battered face as she used whatever clean patches there were in the sleeve of her robe to wipe the grime and blood from his lips and eyes.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>20-08-2009, 04:16:49</strong>
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				Sunshine filled his vision.&nbsp; She was the dawn of a new day.&nbsp; Her melancholy, elfin features -- like porcelain -- were sheer blindingly immaculate brightness.&nbsp; The world crumbled around them; it was the Abyss' turn to stare back at its voyeurs.&nbsp; She was the Goddess' true, living personification and the embodiment of all her mythical mystique.&nbsp; Pristine and haggard, dainty, delicate, and detailed...distraught and destroyed...drawing the ragged breaths of an asthmatic leprechaun.&nbsp; The sunshine of her love deigned to reign and rained down upon him in biblical droughts and deluges.&nbsp; The sun cried her elastic tears of plasticine adoration and...querulous, quarrelsome, curiosity.&nbsp; Pulchritudinous prurience and prepossessing polyandry peered down at him, his head in her lap, and openly wept.&nbsp; He had awoken from a dream only to realize that, in fact, it was a terrible night mare and, moreso in fact, he was <em>still dreaming!</em>&nbsp; The most beautiful woman in the world hovered in nebulous nowhere above him.<br><br>And then another cherubic face, this one exactly like the first, joined it.&nbsp; Had he truly died and gone to heaven?&nbsp; Two was seeing double.&nbsp; Perhaps he was merely seeing Two.&nbsp; The clones defied their angelic superlative and crowded his weary heart.&nbsp; A disembodied hand reached out, crossing his field of vision, and wiped something from his face.&nbsp; Whatever it was landed with a sickening "slurrrrup!" on the floor...loud enough, even, to be heard over the...wait, what?<br><br>Sunshine and her shiny counterpart were speaking in tongues.&nbsp; Two could see two tongues moving, four lips parting, and double-mint rows upon rows of pearly whites but he couldn't make sense of any of it.&nbsp; As though it were any less obvious (were they reading his thoughts?), the Sunshines made short work of the heaving heap of rubble and outed, ousted, and hoisted him from its confines.&nbsp; He couldn't contain the groan that fumbled from his lips as he was dragged bodily across the room.&nbsp; Each of his arms were held aloft by an Aphrodite and Two was slung between them, his ragged feet dragging behind like a man on a fallen crucifix, and ferried through a labyrinth of empty corridors.<br><br>The scenery passed him by without pause.&nbsp; The clones, like an Iditarod-bound team of Siberian Huskies, mushed and mushed heedless of exhaustion and bounded by unflinching, undying loyalty.&nbsp; He still couldn't believe it -- he couldn't, however, afford not to -- Sunshine had cloned herself!&nbsp; What a brilliant idea!&nbsp; She really was bright...his brightest pupil yet...ever.&nbsp; While the clinically white-washed walls of the Abyss stared him down he rolled the word around on his frontal lobe and then even on his tongue.&nbsp; 'Ever' was a very long time; it had such finality that Two was forced to acknowledge such an ending.<br><br>"Ever."<br><br>The Aphrodites turned quizzical looks on one and other and craned their necks, in unison, to arch inquisitive eyebrows at him.&nbsp; It was almost two too much to handle.&nbsp; Almost.&nbsp; Two slumped in their grasps and let his focal point fall to the floor.&nbsp; Much less effort like this and, he remarked with casual inner dialogue, "not a bad view either."&nbsp; He actually had the best 'seat-in-the-house' vantage point for the two firmest, perkiest, rubber-baby-buggy-bumper asses this side of the galaxy.<br><br>Jolting and jostling jarred him into a dazed and confused stupor.&nbsp; He was being raised...or rather 'lowered'...through a porthole.&nbsp; The cylindrical tube shot straight downward -- as he would if the Goddesses lost their grips -- into the blackness beneath the bowels of the Abyss.&nbsp; There was a sewer system beneath the complex.&nbsp; They were in it now.&nbsp; In fact, it had been a part of Harriet's escape plan from the very start.&nbsp; What he hadn't counted on was the fact that there was a far-older abandoned sewer system even deeper beneath <em>that</em>.&nbsp; It had been built for the <strong>first</strong> Abyss and promptly forgotten, sealed, and built-upon when funding became available for the <strong>second</strong>.&nbsp; Now it was a long-forgotten network of ofttimes collapsed tunnels and pitfalls.&nbsp; He hadn't known what catastrophic disaster befell the first facility but neither had his superior...or his superior...or <em>his</em> superior.&nbsp; All Two really knew right now was the tangible.&nbsp; There were two beautifully bruised asses only inches from his face.&nbsp; His battered feet were now sloshing through about a foot of stagnant water.&nbsp; A piece of something that still lingered on his person had (he paused to search for the word)...dribbled from his scalp, down across his left eye, over his cheek, lips, and then chin with painfully ponderous lethargy.&nbsp; Two's tongue flicked his lips and licked hesitantly.<br><br>Gross!&nbsp; It was acrid, acidic, and alkaline all at once.&nbsp; Was it blood?&nbsp; There were chunks, like a snail's trail, in the wake of larger debris during its avalanche-slide down his face.&nbsp; <br><br>?!?!Bleargh!?!?<br><br>The Adonis' body wracked with paroxysm as he wretched and emptied the contents of his innards.&nbsp; It was an altogether excitingly new and wonderful experience.&nbsp; He didn't remember even hearing about it at his inception!&nbsp; How fabulous!&nbsp; He couldn't wait to tell the curious little Sunshine about his fantastic new feature!<br><br>Consciousness escaped from his fractured mind and frail, fragile grasp.<br><br>******************************************************************************************<br><br>He was unmistakably wet.&nbsp; No.&nbsp; He was soaked -- sodden through and through -- to the bone.&nbsp; He was also naked.&nbsp; Odd.&nbsp; Had the blast burned his apparel?&nbsp; Apparently.&nbsp; The Adonis was laying on his back, breathing peacefully, when a warm smile touched his eyes.&nbsp; He had vomited.&nbsp; Fondly he recalled the experience and shook his head in disbelief.&nbsp; Fantastic!&nbsp; The slab of something (Duracrete he supposed) that supported his back was hard and uncompromising.&nbsp; And...aaaah, he gasped, so was his penis.&nbsp; His prominent, rigid member was being grasped, grabbed, tugged, pulled, shifted, adjusted, poked, prodded, and even...milked...with what could only be puerile curiosity.&nbsp; His cock, however, was not a child's plaything (not in so many words), and when he craned his neck upright with a slightly sour crinkle to his warm smile he was not surprised.&nbsp; The crinkle was quickly replaced with an eye-rolling groan that belied his chagrin.<br><br>Not one but two Sunshines handled his impressive phallus and -- more importantly -- the restraining device that stood between him and Freedom.<br><br>"Ugh."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>21-08-2009, 17:08:15</strong>
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				&nbsp; <br>“Um, I hate to break up this lovely moment,” Sunshine’s twin said, her voice quavering, her eyes nearly popping out of their sockets in terror as the alarms blared with relentless insistence.&nbsp; “But we don’t have much time…”<br><br>Pale and wan, Sunshine nodded and took a deep shaky breath.&nbsp; Two was alive.&nbsp; That was all that mattered.&nbsp; And a quick groping over his naked, blood- and dust-streaked body with her hands had assured her that he was miraculously intact, even if he still seemed very much out of it.&nbsp; The tears spurted even more when his eyelashes fluttered open and she glimpsed those blood-shot but beautiful golden-brown eyes looking wonderingly up at her.&nbsp; <br><br>During her groping, she had noticed the device wrapped around the base of his magnificent member, which even in flaccid repose was a marvel of male anatomy.&nbsp; She frowned, wondering what it was… but there was no time now for curious questions.&nbsp; They had to get Two out of there!<br><br>“Help me,” she pleaded to the other Aphrodite.&nbsp; “He is… he is the father of my child.”&nbsp; <br><br>Sunshine II’s eyes widened even more.&nbsp; “So that’s him.”&nbsp; She had heard much about the uproar over Sunshine and the Adonis who had impregnated her.<br><br>“Please…take his other arm,” Sunshine panted, already hoisting Two up with an arm under his shoulders and wrapping his right arm around her neck.&nbsp; Two was much heavier and bigger and a dead-weight in his condition, but the Aphrodites had been designed for sexual strength and stamina, with the toned, shapely legs of athletes and heart and lung capacity for kinky sex marathons.&nbsp; Sunshine II mirrored her actions on Two’s other side, and together they half-dragged, half-carried the semi-conscious Adonis between them down the platform of the canal.&nbsp; <br><br>Two’s muttered word of ‘Ever’ elicited questioning looks from both of them, but most of all it made Sunshine’s pounding heart skip in joy at hearing his voice, knowing now he was still hanging on.&nbsp; She had believed, back in her silent, darkened cell, that she would never hear his voice again.&nbsp; <br><br>With the clamor of the alarms at their back like hounds spurring their heels, they made good progress towards the sliver of light at the end of the sewer tunnel.&nbsp; It seemed to go on for miles, scrambling over and around broken rock obstacles, the Aphrodites straining and heaving Two all the way with desperate strength.&nbsp; Sunshine had never had her endurance tested in such a way, but during all this she had discovered something about herself… for Two, she would endure anything. <br><br>They were almost there when Two’s body spasmed and retched and slumped down out of their grasp, and Sunshine lowered him down to the ground with her arms protectively&nbsp; around his shoulders, waiting for the violent convulsions to die down as Two emptied his stomach contents.&nbsp; Kneeling beside him, stroking and massaging his back with her hands, wiping his face and mouth with the hem of her torn robe, she rocked him with a newly discovered instinct to comfort and ease his pain.<br><br>It was then that Sunshine II noticed, for the first time, the device clamped around the Adonis’ imposing organ.&nbsp; Her voice was a hoarse whisper. “Um… Sunshine… he’s got an IP9kb fitted on his cock…”<br><br>“What?”&nbsp; Sunshine’s gaze swerved down to her lover’s manhood.&nbsp; Instinctively, her hand reached out to tenderly caress the long length of it, her fingers gingerly touching the restraining device.&nbsp; “What is it? What does it do?”<br><br>Sunshine II touched the IP9kb too, exploring it with her index finger until it reached the red light.&nbsp; The more she explored and the more Sunshine caressed, the faster the beeping.&nbsp; “It prevents erections and ejaculations… and it’s got a homing device… so even if we escape, they’ll still be able to find us.&nbsp; And the farther he gets away, the more it will tighten, and he might lose his penis.”&nbsp; Sunshine II started tugging on it.&nbsp; “We have to try to take it off!”&nbsp; Alarmed, Sunshine started tugging too, but it seemed that the more they tugged and pulled and grasped, the harder and longer Two’s shaft became, growing and twitching under their touch, and consequently the device became even more firmly ensconced into the veiny, tumescent flesh.<br><br>“It’s no good!” Sunshine II groaned.&nbsp; She gnawed on her lower lip and stared at her twin with wild blue eyes.&nbsp; “There’s only one thing to do… someone told me about this, and he said the best chance to get it off is to make sure his cock remains limp.&nbsp; Being an advanced Adonis, that’s nearly impossible…” She glanced down at Two’s cock, which, even in delirious semi-consciousness, was its full operating girth and length, swollen and throbbing and ever-ready for sex.&nbsp; “You have to milk him, Sunshine.&nbsp; Suck him dry until he has absolutely nothing left, and when he is thoroughly flaccid, you can grasp the device with your teeth and yank it free.”&nbsp; She gazed at Sunshine with desperate urgency.&nbsp; “You can do it… you’ve done it to him before, you can make it happen again.”&nbsp; <br><br>Sunshine closed her eyes and nodded, trying to calm her breathing.&nbsp; Two’s life and manhood depended on getting this… this thing off.&nbsp; When she opened her eyes again, she held Two’s face between her hands and pressed frantic kisses to his mouth, speaking in whispers in between each kiss.&nbsp; “Two… listen to me… you have to come for me, baby… I’m going to try to take this thing off… but you have to come for me…”<br><br>She gently laid Two back down on the duracrete and crawled over to insert herself between his legs, parting them until she could kneel and lean down to grasp his member with her hand, the tight circle of her fingers stroking up and down the part of his shaft that wasn’t encase by the device.&nbsp; He was already rigid and pulsing, every adorable Adonis inch of him responding to the slightest stimulus.&nbsp; Sunshine took a deep breath and looked at her twin.&nbsp; <br><br>“Kiss him,” she pleaded.&nbsp; “It will help wake him up more for this.”<br><br>Sunshine II nodded and leaned down to hold the Adonis’ face captive between her palms, her skilled lips molding to his and parting them until her tongue coaxed inside, caressing over the roof of his mouth and around his tongue to twine seductively, while the lips of the other Aphrodite closed over the bulbous crown of her lover’s majestic column, her moist mouth sliding down until the throbbing head was entirely engulfed in her mouth.&nbsp; Lips stretching tightly, compressing and kneading over the pounding veins all around his thick, pulsating girth, the snug tunnel of her wet mouth sucked tightly down his shaft, her tongue coaxing his flesh inside until most of him was inside her, her constricting lips stopping at the base where the device clung to his flesh.&nbsp; <br><br>But no matter how tight that device dug into his member, Sunshine’s lips were even tighter, the soft satiny surface of her lips clinging firmly with all her love behind it to every inch of his manhood, squeezing, sucking repeatedly, her contracting throat clenching around his crown with milking motions with every foray along his broad, meaty pillar, while Sunshine II did her best to awaken his mouth, her lips doing their own wet, silken suckles on his tongue and lips.<br><br>The Adonis, the perfect sex god that he was, had no choice but to respond to the stimuli being lavished on both ends of his body, each pleasure center awakened to palpitating life.&nbsp; And with each tight embrace of Sunshine’s lips, each cajoling compression of her mouth around his virile love-rod, each thrusting slide into and out of her milking throat, the Adonis found himself getting closer and closer to a monstrous wave that would empty him with a vengeance… and when he did come for Sunshine, strand after forceful strand of his creamy cum ejecting into her waiting throat, she sucked him still more ruthlessly.&nbsp; <br><br>Instinctively sensing the moment he was completely spent in her mouth, she grasped the device with her teeth… and with no taut, awakened muscle to hold on to, it slid off with a mere scraping over his limp flesh.&nbsp; Once removed, she laid the IP9kb on the duracrete and smashed it to pieces with a rock.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jago</strong> on <strong>26-08-2009, 01:37:49</strong>
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				Waking up to fellatio and French-kissing gave new meaning to the words "bright-eyed and bushy-tailed."&nbsp; It was an expression Dr. Berkvist had used when affectionately referring to her early-morning wake-up call; he <em>still</em> didn't understand it...nor what she meant by "the postman always rings twice!"&nbsp; Some things just couldn't be taught.&nbsp; Complete Clone Education (CCE) and all, old references and nuances still escaped him and they would continue to do so until he expired.<br><br>Two basked in the radioactive afterglow of his torrid torrent.&nbsp; At Sunshine's urging Two coaxed aggregated absolution down an eager Aphrodite throat and coated it with cum.&nbsp; Wait.&nbsp; That was Sunshine's throat.&nbsp; Wasn't it?&nbsp; It was Sunshine's tongue in his mouth...or was it?&nbsp; The Singularity of Two remained the cornerstone of his existence.&nbsp; The Duality of One, however, was completely and utterly lost on him.&nbsp; There was only one Sun -- of that he was sure -- so sure, in fact, that he promptly lost consciousness when his senses were confronted with a multi-armed Siamese-clone hybrid that used to be his one and only Sunshine.&nbsp; The striking Aphrodite pondered this for a pregnant moment before resuming her destruction of the IP9kb.<br><br>"We're going to have to tell him you know."<br><br>"I know."<br><br>"Soon."<br><br>"I know.&nbsp; I...I was just hoping we could wait a little."<br><br>"Why?"<br><br>"I've never felt it before.&nbsp; What you have.&nbsp; A man -- not just any man but an Adonis -- who loves you so much that he risked his life for you.&nbsp; Can you blame me if I'm curious?"<br><br>"No, I guess I can't.&nbsp; It is wonderful!&nbsp; I don't know how I feel about that...tricking him."<br><br>"I don't want to trick him I just don't want to <em>tell</em> him right away, okay?&nbsp; I saved your life, y'know..."&nbsp; <br><br>"Even if I <em>were</em> okay with it -- which I'm not," she added hastily, "I'm pregnant.&nbsp; I don't think you can fake something like that."<br><br>"Please?" Sunshine II begged and Sunshine felt herself, for the first time since her inception, feeling a little...jealous?&nbsp; Greedy?&nbsp; Protective?&nbsp; The word that described her exact emotion escaped her but she knew she wasn't feeling something good.&nbsp; Whatever it was, she was feeling a very human emotion and, if a little detached, felt like a human woman now moreso than ever before.&nbsp; "Just for a little bit.&nbsp; Just long enough to..." Sunshine II paused and whispered in a hushed tone, "...make love."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Taking Back Tomorrow (Jago and Silk Chiffon)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Solaine</strong> on <strong>28-08-2009, 19:59:45</strong>
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				Sunshine grinded the rock on the IP9kb with an intense feeling of satisfaction, leaning down with all her weight until she had pulverized most of the offending gadget into fine dust.&nbsp; No one… NO ONE… was going to have her Two’s cock for as long as she was alive!&nbsp; <br><br>But then her twin was asking to have just that… not just his body, but also his love.&nbsp; Her arms tightened around her unconscious lover, her hand possessively cupping the side of his face and turning his face to her soft breast while all sorts of reasons not to share crowded into her mind.&nbsp; How could Two not know it was not her making love to him?&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>Then the insidious thought crept into her mind… what if Two did know, and did not mind?&nbsp; Worse, what if he liked it? Jealousy of the other Aphrodite, while she did not know what the emotion was yet, filled Sunshine.&nbsp; Her Twin was just as beautiful,&nbsp; just as skilled in pleasing the Adonis.&nbsp; Maybe…maybe even more than her.&nbsp; She <em>knew</em> more, had known enough not only to save her life but Two’s too...<br><br>Slowly, she relaxed her grip on Two.&nbsp; She was once again aware of the clamor of the alarms above them… and her thoughts turned desperately to freedom at the end of the tunnel.&nbsp; <br><br>“I—it is not my place to decide for Two,” she said softly.&nbsp; “We do not have to trick him. He has free will… as do I.”&nbsp; Her mind still had to wrap around the wondrous significance of that thought, but at the moment she was too worried about Two to explore and celebrate.&nbsp; “You saved our lives… and if you help me save his now, again, then he… he is yours if that is also his wish.”&nbsp; She started lifting and hoisting Two as before, wrapping his arm around her straining neck.&nbsp; “Please, let us leave this place now!”<br><br>There was something in the radiance in the other Aphrodite’s blue eyes that seemed as child-like as Sushine’s innocence only days ago.&nbsp; She didn’t answer but sprang to Two’s other side, and together they heaved and dragged Two with frantic strength down the canal.&nbsp; With each step, the shaking of the ground under their feet became more and more alarmingly pronounced… thousands of tons of bedrock around them seemingly intent on wobbling loose from the planet’s foundations and threatening to crush them…<br><br>But then that brightness beckoned them ever closer, and somehow their stumbling feet crossed from shadow into light.&nbsp; By this time Two had re-awakened, and their escape out of the subterranean sewer passage into the depths of the surrounding jungle was spurred by the trembling mountain of the facility.&nbsp; They ran and ran, perfect clone hearts and lungs and bodies pushed to the limits of their endurance, not daring to stop… <em>unable</em> to stop… until a tsunami of immensely pressurized air swept down upon them, the thunderous convulsion of rock and air ripping outwards from ground zero and tossing them down as the explosion tore the facility wide open to the sky like a mouth shrieking in death.<br>
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