Blog Unbound: Harbinger of Darkness

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A sci-fi tale. There are two distinct seeds for this story, which will be told in two parts. The first is Elektra, a very dark antiheroine from comic books, and the second is from an early draft of what became the Other Minds tale, Dark SeedEnjoy!

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Harbinger of Darkness

They had planned to spread – and had brought up that which to help them, but now they must wait once more. — H.P. Lovecraft, The Shadow Over Innsmouth

Elizabeth was happily walking down to her apartment after a few drinks with friends, including the once (and future?) boyfriend Jason. It was only two blocks from the bar. Walking past an alley she past a thousand times, an odd shimmer caught her eye. She turned and walked to where she thought she saw it.

There was an odd stillness around her, like the world was no longer relevant. Before she could put serious thought into the distant world, she saw it. Though, it didn’t look real: a shiny black orb floated within an impossibly shadowed corner of the alley. “Floating” was the wrong word, because it was perfectly still. She felt a powerful pull toward it, so powerful it was beyond any urge she ever knew. She outstretched her hand, and touched it.

A flash of pleasure and power exploded into her, as the black orb melted onto her hand. It moved, expanded over her body so fast, she could not think. Or was she already not thinking? The world became as black as what consumed her. Thoughts flowed through her she could not comprehend, while she felt the darkness flow into her very being. Yet, it didn’t feel like a physical encasement or invasion. It felt as if it the blackness was already there. The orb awoke it somehow. It was the answer to everything. But to what? She could not think. The more she was consumed by what felt liker her own darkness, the more pleasure she felt. It grew more and more, until …

Elizabeth suddenly woke up in bed through the most powerful orgasm of her life. She quickly caught her breath, quickly realizing how different she felt. It must have been the hangover, she assumed. Still, it wasn’t like any hangover she ever had. Her phone suddenly buzzed with a text.

Jason: Hey, Lizzy, couldnt catch up with ya last night after the bar. Hangover not too bad?

Smiling, she texted back:  Fine, I guess. You?

Had worse in college, remember?

Yeah … well, the next day 😛 She honestly didn’t remember most of that night, and neither of them planned drank that much again.

So … Don’t know when you’ll be done working today, but you wanna meet up again today sometime?

Elizabeth was an independent investigative reporter, who now does more blogging than “mercenary work,” as she liked to call it, for news agencies.  Sure, she texted back. She saw it was past ten already, seeing her phone’s clock. I should be happy with the article before 1pm. See you at Sunny Diner at 1:30?

Great!

Nothing about the next couple hours felt normal. There was something right about the strangeness, but didn’t even understand it. It made her feel stronger, more aggressive. Well, she was always a bit aggressive and independent minded, and the feeling, she slowly realized, was almost an outgrowth of that. She didn’t know what to make of it, but the decisiveness from it made her write and finish an amazing article on “secret slum lords” in her city …

The two minute walk to the diner was the same yet different. Elizabeth not only felt a greater awareness of the city around her, but also a greater understanding of it. Everything was so alive, vivid. It should have been a sensory overload, but her mind had easily processed it all. What finally unnerved her was a new feeling that she was above them all.

Walking into the diner, Jason sat quietly a few booths down from the entrance. He looked uncomfortable, like he wanted to tell her things he could not yet bring himself to tell her.

“Hey, Jason” she said sitting before him, automatically hiding what she was experiencing for reasons not fully clear to her.

“Hey, Lizzy” he answered lovingly. He was masking himself, too, and Elizabeth somehow suspected he always had.

“How you feeling?” he asked, failing to hide a deep concern.

“Um, OK … Sleeping late was always a good cure-all. Got the article set for release a day early, too.”

“Elizabeth … Always ruffling feathers …”

“Hey, you wanna tell me something?”

He looked uncomfortable for a moment. “Um, I dunno … I, err, really missed you.”

She saw a deep truth in those words. She sensed she could now see right through him, but feared to do so. “I’m sorry I kinda ran away from you. Didn’t know where we were going. I guess that scared me …”

“It’s all right, Elizabeth. You were the one to always call the shots. When you decided to move on … I forced myself to accept it.”

“But you really didn’t, did you?”

“No,” he said with a nervous laugh, “but you’re an untamable tigress, Lizzy! If I let myself beg for you to take me back then, I would’ve had three black eyes.”

“I would’ve kept you’re man-card, too,” she half-joked. Elizabeth was rather athletic, and was secretly proud of her more than alluring physique.

He laughed with her, knowing the truth in it all.

Elizabeth could tell how crazy about her Jason was. “So, just fucking say it, Jason! I never took that card from you.”

He smiled awkwardly, like the first time they met. “You always went right for the truth, Lizzy! Let’s be together again.”

She leaned over the table, and gave him a confirming smooch …

It just happened really. They found themselves in Elizabeth’s apartment an hour later. The kissed deeply, holding each other tightly. They slowly removed their clothes, and fell into the bed, hot bodies tingling at the touch of the other. Thrust, thrust, thrust they passionately went. Their eyes locked. This was perfection, this was right. They soon grunted and cooed lovingly in mind melting orgasm …

Shiny blackness soon surrounded Elizabeth. It was comforting, yet a part of her felt as if that was an artificial comfort somehow. The tainted comfort seemed to scream at her for not fully embracing it, she somehow understanding that others embraced it. By she and the blackness knew something was wrong, different. Something, somethings were missing. The blackness didn’t care, but Elizabeth did. Her very psyche was being stretched in different directions, and she found herself lost between the two …

Elizabeth slowly opened her eyes to her darkened room. She sat on the edge of the bed with her head in her hands. She was resisting something with every ounce of strength she had, but had not idea what she was resisting! She felt pain, weariness, and frustration.

“You OK, Lizzy?” Jason asked with deep concern.

No,” she forced. “I don’t know … Something is horribly wrong … I think something happened to me last night after the bar …”

Jason shifted himself to her side, placed his arm around her trembling, naked body, and said, “I need you to come with me, right now.”

“To where?” she asked confused.

“I’ll answer everything once we’re there. Trust me …”

It didn’t look like they traveled across the city by a regular taxi, but Elizabeth was too overwhelmed by whatever was happening to her to pay much attention. They walked into an aging building Elizabeth never saw before. With an apparent thumbprint in the bright, stainless steel elevator, they went downward. The doors eventually slid open to an apparent reception area likely filled with more more guards than it had normally. An old tapestry hang at the opposite end of the oblong room. It depicted a wise yet troubled samurai in a flowing robe. He held what looked like a broken sword. A vibrant star field shown behind him.

An older, deeply concerned man walked up to them. “Are you sure about this, Apprentice-General Abrams?”

Jason took a quiet yet deep sigh. “Is the room prepared, Master Salazar?”

“Yes.”

“What the fuck is happening, Jason?” Elizabeth blurted.

The man stood aside, and Jason answered, “Maybe something new …”

They soon made their way into a small room with what was obviously a one-way mirror on one end. A stainless steel table with two matching chairs sat in the middle. Neither sat.

“Elizabeth … I’ve been a part of this … Cabal all my life. What’s more important is you.”

“Me?” Her confusion was only matched by her extreme discomfort, now mental and physical.

“We defend humanity from the shadows, because that’s where the threat lives. You were born out of those shadows. Not an ‘evil,’ per se, but of a malevolence toward humanity.”

“I’m some kind of mission for you?”

He went teary eyed. “I failed at the original one to … to kill you. I changed the rules for you. I …”

“You lied to me, Jason!” she interrupted in a scream, bashing the table hard enough to leave a slight dent. “I don’t even know what the fuck I am, and you lied to me!” Elizabeth growled through the growing discomfort of her resistance.

He sighed. “Not really … I just didn’t tell you everything.”

“Then tell me now. I need to know more before whatever this is overtakes me …”

“I am part of an ancient Cabal of those fighting against the invasion … You, Elizabeth, are not the first of what you are.”

“What am I?” she growled through clenched teeth.

“A Queen, as we’ve come to call them. More fully, Kurai Sora no Joō or Queen of the Dark Sky. Now, not every detail of this is known or fully understood. Over a thousand years ago, an alien race implanted an artificial strand of DNA into at least one Human, a very distant ancestor of yours. She became the first Queen upon hearing the signal. A battle scarred Samurai by the name of Minamoto no Yoshiie and his compatriots became aware of the alien plot after 1090 CE in Kyoto.

“Now … the alien plans were already in motion for some time, them already involved by proxy through government and early organized crime. Yoshiie’s connections with government by that time was how he stumbled upon the fledgling conspiracy, which he did not yet know was alien in origin. He gathered many men to fight the corruption before Kyto and the rest of the country were lost.

“By the time they located the first Queen, she had already transformed, and they later learned that her offspring, which she had prior, were taken elsewhere. That was when they learned they were fighting monsters from beyond this world. He lost over half his men in the battle against the first Queen and the Hogo-sha or Protectors, the skill and bravery of Yoshiie was the only thing that kept his men from collapsing under the weight of all they knew crashing into nothing. Katana and fist against particle beams. Yoshiie impossibly won the battle at too great a cost, plunging his broken Katana into the Queen’s chest.

“The wise Yoshiie knew the war was far from done, and that it would not be won in his lifetime. In that very stronghold of the first Queen, he formed Bōei no Himitsu Kessha, the Cabal of Defenders, which worked to uncover all the alien secrets to ensure the safety of our world. The Protectors, who the Cabal continued to fight afterwards, are now as global as the Cabal today. At semi-regular intervals — a generation, a century — a new Queen comes into being. We later learned how to anticipate a future Queen, sometimes preventing an all out battle with the Protectors. You are becoming the tenth. We’ve never fully understood the mechanism, nor why the aliens haven’t changed their tactics.”

Elizabeth knew this was the truth, and found herself falling into the corner of the room. All her life, she sensed something different about herself. Yet, she always thrust that into the back of her mind, even though she was sure now that difference affected her more than she ever realized. “I don’t understand,” she breathed. “Shouldn’t I be surrounded by Protectors now, or murdered by you?”

He smirked in both pride and regret. “The massive economic downturn in 2008 actually weakened the Protectors, and we took advantage, already knowing what you will soon be after you were born. This city and much of this country is now virtually purged of Protectors. My generation of the Cabal has seen more blood than our Samurai founders …”

“You pretended to love me, killed all who would protect me, tell me everything …” She shook her head. “Maybe it doesn’t matter … Just kill me, Jason. Save me and the world …”

Jason squatted next to her in her with both love as pain. “You know what war sometimes does to warriors, Elizabeth? We can fucking tire of it … I never pretended to love you. Yes, I and the Cabal instead worked to nudge you in specific ways — keep you from having a relationship that could lead to children, but it wasn’t planned for me to fall in love you! There’s a dark shadow over you soul, but I see so much more! I could never hurt you, Elizabeth. I was the one to kill you, but I changed the weary Cabal’s plans, which may still change back to your death. Everything hinges on you know, Elizabeth. The Cabal and economics has perhaps permanently crippled the Protectors. Prove those that want you dead wrong; prove those that want you to conquer wrong. You have no children; I believe you have a choice that perhaps all Queens had; I believe you have the strength to break this cycle of death; I believe in you, Elizabeth!”

She held her head in her tingling hands. “I don’t even know what I believe …” Then something became clear to her, and looked up to Jason with a haunting stillness. “I … don’t think it is darkness in my soul … Whatever it is, it’s twisted into my very being. Resistance to it will drive me insane. Maybe I do have the urge to lead and change everything; maybe I accept it … Maybe … you’re right, Jason … Good, evil; I am as gray as anyone. I don’t have to transform the world the way anyone wants. I can no longer deny what I am …”

She nodded to herself, ready to accept herself. “After I let myself transform, Jason, there must be no more lies between us and the rest of humanity. I can sense betraying those aliens now will finally change everything. They will come and fail to pull me back to them. It will take so much more than the Cabal or me to save us. This country and world might have weakened itself too much in all their bickering!” she spat. “This choice will lead to so much blood I may come to love it, but a real stand against those aliens must happen. This war has lasted for a thousand years, and we will finally bring its chaotic end …”

She slowly stood, releasing all resistance toward what was a part of her all along.

Embracing all that she is, she felt herself becoming whole for the first time in her life. She could feel her body begin to change. Her mind sharpened, as her intelligence increased dramatically. All her senses heightened, as her mind adjusted to process it all. Her skin became hairless, sleek, and subtly rubbery, incapable of breaking save for the hardest of impact. Her muscles grew ever so slightly, while they be became super efficient. In the wild excess of energy flowing through her, she ripped the metal table off the floor like it wasn’t even bolted down, and threw it through the glass, letting loose a primal scream. The anxious Jason holding up his hand toward those behind to prevent them from drawing their weapons.

Elizabeth stood for a few moment, catching her breath, looking downward with half-closed eyes. Her clothes were now visibly tight and uncomfortable from the increased muscle mass. Her mind now processed information faster than any Human, making everything seem slow around her while she adapted. She could sense, feel all those around her: Jason’s love, the fear, the anxiousness, the amazement, and the confusion of all of them. She could feel the whole of the living city above and around them: every strength, every weakness, every curiosity. It was all too much for a moment, before her mind fully adapted to insane mass of data.

“Yoshiie must have been special himself in some way to have personally killed the first Queen,” she said slowly, looking up toward Jason, her once deep blue eyes now a beautifully haunting glacial  … I can sense that no other Queen died in such an interpersonal way …”

“That is a prevailing theory. We have worked with people that are more,” he said quietly. “Are you OK, Elizabeth?”

Elizabeth found herself laughing at it all. “In that I still don’t want to conquer this world? Yes, I am ‘OK,’ Jason. I am more powerful than my predecessors. Control is a trap, I see. They controlled their humanity, weakening themselves, and unwittingly allowed themselves to be slaves …” she observed in her amazement, her speech not able to yet express all she intended smoothly. Instead of simple empathic linkages, she could actually control and read the minds of others with great effort. She was never a micromanager, though.

“So what’s next, chain breaker?”

She smirked, finding a growing smoothness in expression. “Because I have not linked my mind to the Protectors, the invaders will know something is very wrong very soon … Yes, I can sense the Protectors still in this city are going nuts trying to find out my status!”

Jason looked toward Master Salazar. “And you thought we purged this city completely!”

Elizabeth put on a large smile. She always loved how he never truly bowed to authority. A glorious irony for someone so intricately connected with such an ancient, hierarchical organization, but that was often overlooked thanks to his highly strategic mind, she now knew. She quickly walked up to him, and gave him a long, deep kiss, which he returned a moment later. Now, finally, Elizabeth hit a sensory overload: the passion of a kiss. She loved every second of it …

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Blog Unbound: theLatex Machines

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A standalone sci-fi tale. This short story is based on the Latex Machines flashes found on this blog. It has been expanded and restructured. The story follows the journals and research notes of multiple individuals involved in the study of latex-based nanotechnology. While 2067 had many forms of nanotech, the abandoned yet seductive past research of Dr. Noah proved ahead of its time … Enjoy!

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theLatex Machines

Journal of Jason Prestley
April 1, 2067

I walked into the dim basement of a musty old house today. This was a rare occurrence, and I felt an odd unease. The Chesterton Museum of Science and History just accepted a donation from the estate of Dr. Reginald Noah. It was considered a coop. Though the medical scientist was considered a recluse later in life, he was a top scientist at the Landry Research Institute, which went bankrupted nearly fifty years before. The organization never disclosed why they collapsed, but it was assumed they failed to create a mass production solution to their practically fabled latex-technologies.

The stairs creaked uncomfortably beneath my feet. No one administering Noah’s estate put any effort into helping us acquire the donation, but they said Noah meticulously organized his storage and home. So, we were given Noah’s personal inventory, which made it possible to determine what the small museum would accept. Unfortunately, I was the only one available, as the collections manager, to gather the items.

The basement was not so shockingly musty, but annoyingly dim. The old florescent lights merely flickered into partial existence, while the dying light of clouded dusk filtered through the small windows. What first caught my eye were the walls. The dark gray paster (cement?) walls had distinct, unnerving patterns. In the gloomy light, I could all but make out distorted humanoid figures, sending chills down my spine.

Wanting to complete the task at hand, I looked away and slipped out my paper-tablet with the inventory. Crates and boxes marked red were from Landry, blue were personal projects, and green were enticingly “journals unpublished.” Further ignoring the wall, I began the arduous process of moving the containers into the rent-a-van 

April 2, 2067

“Wow … wow!” my wife and the museum’s consulting biomedical scientist exclaimed. “I guess we now know what Landry was really working on!”

I was showing her the first hard drive I was copying into a new storage medium. From the red box, it contained correspondence and typed notes of the the initial testing of and first subject for his “latex nanites.” There were some related handwritten materials I was digitizing, too.

I must admit, the first thing that drew me to Lia was her body. She may very well have been the sexiest scientist alive, at least to me. She was taller than average (a touch taller than me), had size nine feet, dark hair, blue eyes, and light skin. She was also a hell of a lot smarter than me!

“So, Lia, this isn’t just some wild scribblings?”

“It’s amazing, Jason! These notes alone could revolutionize nanotechnology!”

“It’s better than what we have now?”

“No, it’s just different, Jason. These findings, combined with current tech, can reinvent the entire biomedical field.”

She loved her work, but I never saw her this excited. She was never one to express herself dramatically, unless it was something truly amazing. At the same time, I was excited, too. The work was so seductive, I almost forgot one important fact. “They did fail to mass-produce …”

“Applied to what we have now,” she shrugged, “that might be irrelevant. Nanotech has been applied to to medicine for years. People still have a reluctance to put little robots in their bodies, so the money for advancement is very low. But, Noah’s research was already conducted. All we would need to do is to apply more recent research …”

> Noah Collection Archives
>> Accession: A.2067.2.1
>>> September, 2015
>>>> Alpha Test — Subject’s Report

I walked into the job like any other. Another bland job for the bland temp girl. It paid the bills, and I was a good administrative assistant. There was something a little strange about this job, though. It was a research firm run by a bunch of a white-coated scientists. Though most wore some variant of T-shirt and jeans under that white coat, the whole operation gave off a subtle Bond Movie vibe, with myself haplessly working for Doctor Number One! It amused me, mostly because other temps at my agency described working for socially awkward scientists in a similar way. At the same time, they were all very pleasant and helpful coworkers.

After lunch, I gathered some paperwork for Dr. Noah. He was one of the research leaders here, and according to his coworkers, a self-described workaholic. As I had yet to meet this scientist, this had been my first time traversing this part of the building. Like the rest of it, the halls had a very sterile feel. Yet, there were also far more bland and blinding white. Workaholics and blandness went hand and hand, I assumed. The layout was a bit different, too. While other parts of the building had doors labeled with “Research Area run by Dr. John Smith” or “Office of Richard Head,” the doors here had a series of numbers. The first number was clearly the regular room number, and I assumed the rest had to do with the room itself. Not really surprising, considering the paperwork I was delivering had the number: 15-56342. So, I was looking for room fifteen.

I eventually found the room, which was fairly deep into the mind numbingly boring area. There being no holders for anything outside, I knocked. The apparently unlatched door opened slightly from my act. Pushing it open further, I called, “Dr. Noah? I have some papers here for you … Hello?”

The darkened room was empty. A light switch was not visible, and if there were sensors for lights, they weren’t working. It wasn’t that dark, though. It was just a deep blue hue … which was coming from some kind of machine on the far end? A laptop lay open next to it, possibly Noah’s or one of his assistant’s. It looked like some software running, given the running lines of code. Information completely lost on me! I placed the manila folder next to the laptop.

I then noticed there was an odd hum coming from the oblong machine. With my eyes better adjusted, the glowing machine had a very unfinished look. Wires of various colors wrapped around what I now realized was a glossy cylinder. Blue LEDs randomly peaked out from the wires …

“That hum …” I whispered toward it. The machine’s hum was doing something to me. While it never grew louder, I don’t think, the hum was starting to resonate in my head, my body. It felt … good. My breathing slowly increased, as the humming took me further. It was a glorious pleasure throughout my body I could not deny. Was something wrong here? I’m not sure if I cared beyond the questioning thought.

With a curious pull, I slowly walked toward the singing machine. It wanted me closer, not that I knew why. The closer I came, the more the humming pleasured me. My crotch felt hot and soaked in my near orgasmic state. My movements were no longer my own, but I already did not care. Arms outstretched, I floated myself around the pleasuring machine, in a wanting embrace, hand and forearms submerged by the wires. I pressed myself tightly on the vibrating machine.

“Oh, gah … What’s happening? Oh, my …” I grunted in orgasmic pleasure. Something was happening to me, but my mind was no longer able to function beyond that awareness.

“Well, this is interesting!” a voice behind me cooed.

All I could do was writhe in pleasure. In an inexplicable awareness, I could feel my body transforming.

“I’m Dr. Noah,” the man behind me greeted happily. “Tell me, Norah, how do you feel?”

“I … OOOOO … Can’t stop cuming,” I breathed. “Muscles tightening …”

“Excellent, Norah. Clearly the nano-machines have successfully integrated with your brain. Please continue.”

“I FEEL MY WHOLE BODY TRANSFORMING!” I exclaimed in yet another orgasm. How I was able to answer the scientist through the mind destroying pleasure was beyond me. Rubbery stretching noises became audible. “Breasts growing, waist pulling inward … FUCK! … Hips flaring! Ass tight, full!” I growled in the epic pleasure. I loved FEELING my once boring body become something better. “OH … wow …” My whole head began to change. “Lips erotically full! Cheek bones sexy!”

“Very good, Norah!”

“My skin!” I orgasmed. “The tingling overwhelming!”

“The final phase of your latexification, Norah. Please, continue.”

“It’s … OH FUCK YES!” On that orgasm, I suddenly began to feel under my skin. It was as if I was wearing some tight, uncomfortable leather suit from head to toes. Out of control, I pulled away from the machine, and ripped off my now ill fitting clothes. But, that wasn’t enough. I still felt that tightening feeling, as if … Yes! This was no longer my skin!

With now shimmering, sharp black nails, I gripped my forehead, and pulled outward. The old skin gave away. Underneath revealed itself as a shiny rubber of a pale pink not unlike what covered it. The feel of air touching the new skin was more than orgasmic. Like an addict, I violently ripped away the old flesh around my head, old dyed hair along with it. For a moment, my pure, latexified head shimmered in its hairlessness. In a glorious orgasm beyond the pleasure of the kissing air, new hair grew outward from the top of my head, eyebrows, and eyelids. It was completely different from what was there before! It was platinum blonde, but only appeared like it was soft and shimmering. Instead, there were like ultra-slim bands of rubber.

Feeling the pleasure of my head and displeasure of the remaining old skin, I forcibly and easily ripped it away from the neck down. Through the drooling pleasure, I saw variations in tone of the new rubber flesh. From my ass to chest was a glorious electric blue, while above and along my arms was a metallic gray. My hands, save for the black nails, were the same flesh tone as my face.

The pleasure of the air kissing my new flesh almost made my legs buckle, but when I finally pealed all the old flesh away from my glorious, metallic gray legs and pale pink feet, they did. I writhed on the floor in the epic pleasure of the new flesh and new body for what almost felt like an eternity …

The pleasure slowly subsided, and my, well, renovated mind solidified. I slowly stood in total undeniable understanding. I now had total control over my external appearance, as I had of my own pleasure. My external appearance was now a default, partially derived from my old mind. I was something new; I was something powerful.

Dr. Noah stood joyously before me. I realized I no longer had sexual attraction in the Human sense. I was now attracted to pleasure itself. At the same time, the scientist was not my master, not directly. The machine that infested me with those nanites, now an integral part of me, was, and anyone could control the now Alpha Tested machine. I could be that anyone.

“So, what’s next, doctor?” I asked slyly, sarcastically. Whether it mattered or not, I wanted to show he was not really in direct control of me.

“Well, a new, full time position is available, Norah. It involves overseeing of final testing and eventual distribution of our product. Since you survived the transformation, you now understand the technology better than anyone, and I am sure you want the world experience it!”

I smiled deviously. “A latex Queen … Perhaps that title is too much, doctor …” I thought out loud. “We’ll come up with something better for me. Now, let’s transform the world!”

Journal of Jason Prestley
April 10, 2067

I don’t know why neither of us ever stepped back to look at what we were doing. We were working on this latex project on our own time without a living test subject, so there was nothing illegal about it. At the same time, no one else actually knew what we were doing. I wasn’t sure how to explain this all to others if something went wrong …

After a few weeks of tinkering, we, well, Lia was fairly certain she succeeded in adapting Noah’s work to current nanotechnology. Basically, she was able to make the little machines survive indefinitely in a natural latex substrate. It was not far off from what Noah created, but it was possibly smarter and more “alive” than the original. Lia theorized this form allowed more control over them, because it was based on the control and storage schemes applied today.

Then it happened. It was so fast, there was nothing I could do. She called for my help from across the room, and broke a vile of the living latex on the edge of the high workbench. Glass cut into her skin, as the shimmering liquid spattered on her hand. Why the hell were we using glass instead of something less breakable? I was sure Lia knew, but it was too late to ask.

I rushed over. “Are you OK, Lia!?”

“I … think so …” she said slowly, examining her cut thumb.

“Is any of that stuff in the wound?”

“Yeah … It looks like it,” she said in deep thought. “I did not program them to do anything, but these nano-machines are fundamentally different.”

“They’re … exactly the same as Noah build them?”

“The core programing is … My hand is getting very tingly, Jason …”

Then, she did something that completely surprised me: she hungrily, sensually licked the black goo off her gloved hand. “Ummmm! So good … So horny!” she cooed. “Feels so hot!” she exclaimed through the grunts and coos. She then ripped off her clothes, including her gloves. “I can feel them inside me, Jason, replicating. They’re pleasuring all of me; changing me!”

Moaning and cooing orgasmically, she went to the floor on her knees, and rolled to her back. Her eyes rolled back into her head in her writhing motions of ultimate ecstasy. Something strange was visibly happening to her skin. It looked like it was drying, while her veins shifted to a black. Then, her skin seemed to lift above those veins; it became lighter, dryer. Then, she exploded in one massive, super-orgasm, and fell silent, still.

I quickly slapped on a clean glove, and tried to check her vitals. Nothing. She lay there lifeless, eyes shut, while I had no idea what to do. I don’t know how long I sat there looking at my wife turned mad scientist. There was only shock, exacerbated by how dead even her skin looked. Time passed like it was never there. Hours likely passed, but I was in too much a daze to know.

Eventually, I heard an squishy, crunchy noise. I must have jumped five feet! Heart racing, barely breathing, I looked more closely at Lia. Her shoulder seemed to be subtly squirming under its own skin. Little by little, more parts of her began to squirm in the same way. The image and sound of it was almost as indescribable as it was terrifying.

“Lia!?” I barely, finally called out. Gloved hand shaking, I tried to take her pulse. I could feel her moving, yet I could not feel what would be considered a pulse. Through the bizarre squirming, I eventually felt a motion in the vein I did not feel after she exploded in orgasm. The motions of what I thought was blood was seemingly constant without a pulse. With every noted subject in Noah’s notes reacting in their own way, regardless of application, it was impossible to say if any of this was to be expected.

I pulled myself away in great confusion. Lia’s hands then spread wide, popping open the thick, dead layer of skin. She then stretched her entire body in a similar fashion, creating tears from head to toes. In hauntingly efficient motions, Lia moved her pealing hands to her face, while simultaneously lifting herself to her feet. Digging in with her fingers and nails, she began to rip open her skin more deliberately. With that same haunting efficiency, she made a singular tear down the middle to her pussy, almost like unzipping a jacket. She then brought her hands back to the top of her partly opened face, and pealed away the thick, dead skin from her scalp, including her hair. Like she was some humanoid banana, she pealed the skin off on one side, and then the other, all the way down to her hips.

The skin revealed underneath was nothing short of perfection, and had a distinct rubbery shimmer. Almost like pealing off tight leggings, she pulled her legs and feet out of the old skin. I quickly noticed the small heart tattoo above her waist was gone, just before I realized her eyelids came off with the dead skin like her hair. Even her pussy lips were gone, leaving just the hole.

Lia looked around emotionless for a few moments before eyelids grew over her eyes (no eyelashes, though). She blinked twice, looking at me, and simply didn’t blink again. It was as if she was proving something to herself.

“Lia … are you all right?” I barely asked, before standing before her just past arms length. I had no idea what was to happen next.

With zero emotion, she said flatly, “Jason, that is a hard question to answer precisely. I am … fine. You have nothing to worry about from me.”

“You’re acting very strange. I mean, you have no hair!” I exclaimed, finding myself relaxing slightly.

“You would like me to have hair, Jason? How would you like it?”

“Um …” No matter how emotionless she suddenly was, it was somehow still her. “I guess, shoulder length, slightly wavy. Some eyelashes, thin eyebrows.”

“I must mention, Jason, that my hair strands can only be rubber, no more than Human hair in appearance. Would you like it jet black for a slight change? I can do any color you wish”

“Yes, black sounds nice”

“Would you also like hair over my crotch as another change?”

I considered it, but instead requested, “No, but pussy lips would be nice instead …”

“Done, Jason.” Her hair grew out exactly as requested, as did her pussy lips

Without thinking, I moved closer to touch her new hair, it was soft and silken, but also definitely rubber. I moved my had to her cheek, feeling her soft yet very rubbery skin.

She had no reaction to my touch.

I stepped back. “You’re not Human any more are you, Lia?”

“No,” she said flatly. “I am more akin to a robot, a machine now, Jason. I have no emotions anymore, and I seem to not miss then. Deep down, I think this is what I always wanted. I have total control over my physical form now, thanks to an equally as dispassionate colony of the latex nanites within me. Those nanites are as much a part of me as any body part. Before you ask, Jason, I should be able to replicate humanity from my memories as a Human.”

“Do you, can you still love me?”

“Of course, Jason,” she said in her robotic tones. “I understand now that ‘love’ is more akin to a promise that creates emotion and action. In my case, now only action.”

“I’m as relieved as I am …”

“ … Overwhelmed with distress. I understand, Jason. This, what I became, is not what you wanted. I assure you again that I can pretend to be Human, and I will understand if you would like to move away from all this.”

I nodded …

April 11, 2067

I relegated most of the Noah Collection to interns, not wanting to go any further as Lia surmised. I had Lia use myself as practice for feigning humanity, so I could at least pretend to move on from whatever madness drove us to this …

May 3, 2068

The passing year was different, but not that different. Yes, Lia was still a machine of hard and soft rubber, but she acted Human with relative ease. Thrust, thrust, thrust I went into her tight, hot, rubbery, wet ass. I stared deeply into emotionless yet loving eyes, while she clenched her teeth and grabbed at the sheets. Her grunts and coos appeared completely authentic.

Even at those family get-togethers she fooled everyone. She even came to fool me to a degree. However, she could not replicate Human emotion perfectly, no longer having them for real, but she successfully played on the fact that people do change over time. Lia was never really one to express herself emotionally as strongly as some. She even excelled at her job, while feigning emotions at the same time. It was not that she was smarter, she explained; it was because the lack of emotion made her think more freely. She was amazing, and I loved her even more for it.

One distinct difference that I came to love was our sex life. That was proven yet again with my dick in her rubbery ass and her soft, mouth watering, rubber tasting foot in my mouth. Lia rolled her eyes into the back of her head, increasing her writhing motions of pleasure. No, she was no sex-slave robot. She even said no to sex at what must have been calculated times (“I’m kind of tired tonight, Jason”). She did still have to eat, even if she had no waste products, and still had to sleep, even if it was not that much. She even altered herself to consume my cum from any hole. “Fuel and recharging,” she liked to joke with a lot of truth. All that was still betrayed by the intimate feel of her.

Her control over her physical form was actually more about appearance than feel. She was a warm, sensuous rubber I came to love. What was very interesting at first — amazing after a while, was that sex was more about my desires. She had no such desires anymore, because she had no longer had real emotions anymore to create desire in the Human sense. She could feel me inside her, but there was no real  pleasure for her. Yet, her love for me dictated we make love. We have not had sex exactly the same twice over the past year!

I was so close to exploding in her ass, and she knew it. Harder and hard I went, there was no fear of hurting her, bitting down hard on her foot. Since the first night we had sex after her reinvention, when she said she would do whatever I wanted to make me feel better, anal sex in some form with her was my favorite. That first night was strange at the start, but she helped me move past that. She initially had me fuck her while she affected nothing. Then, she had me kiss her while she worked to affect feeling behind it. The kiss felt like a synthetic copy of the past kisses we had at at first, but it quickly became more real and passionate than I ever knew possible.

Feeling and seeing me let loose my own orgasm in the present, she let loose her own, almost angry one. I leaned down for a deep loving embrace, kissing with even deeper passion. Of course, it was all authentic affectation, but it was not insincere. Lia would not have acted as such if that was what she did not want to do. It was her way of saying how much she loved me. It was that kind of love and passion that, perhaps with some irony, helped me pretend I had something normal.

This was my life now, forgetting the love of my life was a machine, and why that was …

June 1, 2068

I was talking to the three High School interns about what they wanted to learn from this science museum. The three were certainly attractive girls, but a bit too young. Dana (“Dee”) was fifteen with brown hair and eyes, and had darker skin. Sandy was sixteen had black hair and brown eyes with a sandy complexion. Penny was barely sixteen with light brown hair and hazel eyes.

They, mostly Sandy, had a genuine interest in biomedical research, and wanted to learn more about the “mysterious” Dr. Noah. This was not really a coincidence. The collection was known, and it was only a matter of time before someone asked about it. Perhaps not hearing much of it for the past year made me pretend it was long buried in the museum’s collection.

I tried to shrug off the importance of the collection, but they insisted. So, I let them look into its organization scheme, which was probably in need of improvement anyway …

I found Lia on the other side of the building quietly typing away at the end of the day. We carpooled whenever she worked at the museum. We lovingly smooched.

“Ready to go, Lia?”

“Just a minute, Jay!” she said casually. “I wanna finish this report. See you outside?”

“Sure …”

She was driving us home, when she finally observed, “Something’s wrong, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I said with a sigh. “The new interns are interested in the Noah Collection.”

“What did you say?” she asked flatly.

“Well, someone was gonna want to look in those boxes eventually. It’s no secret we have them. I’m letting them reorganize. It’s all purely of historical interest.”

“Hmmm,” Lia muttered, processing. “We both remember how seductive that work was to us. After I changed, the whole thing terrified you, Jason.”

“What are three high schoolers gonna do? The interns last year seemed to barely care about the content. It’s not like its the work of some demonic evil.”

“Demoniac,” she interjected.

“What?”

“Some might call it demoniac,” she said, almost completely dropping the false emotion. “The work affected us as if it had demon-like qualities, some might say. The work is not truly evil in intent — I should know, but it is dangerous to those without dispassion — you should know.”

“Come over to my office tomorrow to meet these interns. Maybe you could nudge them away, or at least see how they feel about the work.”

“I like that idea!” she said, putting on a convincing smile. “I will definitely meet them tomorrow …”

June 2, 2068

I was quietly looking over my report on the status of the overall collection when my young interns walked into my office with a white, acid-free box.

“So, what’s up?” I asked with subtle awkwardness.

Dana, bright eyed, said, “Looks like this box from the Noah Collection was never fully organized or indexed.”

Sandy, continued, “It was obviously put into a new box, but we couldn’t find any digital copies.”

“Humph!” I said casually with subtle annoyance. It was on me for having inexperienced interns organize the collection. I took out some of the packets. They looked like unpublished journal articles dated to just before the organization collapsed. “Let’s head upstairs where there’s more space to start parsing this out.”

I guided them into the high-ceilinged attic of the nineteenth century building. We never stored anything up there anymore, but it genuinely was a good space, when it wasn’t too hot or cold outside, to recompile a collection. At the same time, I wanted to unofficially control access to Noah’s research much more than any other collection.

We started to parse out the research papers by date. Lia and I definitely did not read through these. From what I could skim, they hinted at what led to the project’s downfall. There were references to a “Latex Queen” calling herself “Latexica,” who wanted to actively control all the subjects exposed to the experimental nanites. She thought it was the key to mass production (latex transformation on a global scale). I remembered reading that Latexica, who was basically an administrative assistant prior, was the first test subject, albeit by accident. While the earlier work Lia and I read suggested she steered the program afterwards, these later papers confirmed it.

“Did you ever show your wife, Dr. Summers, this collection?” Penny asked casually.

“What?”

She clarified, “She’s that consulting scientist working here, right? She is a medical scientist.”

“Uh, yeah …” I began defensively. “We haven’t looked into exhibiting this collection yet.”

“This shit’s pretty amazing, Jason!” Dee exclaimed. “I’m surprised this place’s done so little with it …”

“Jason? You up there?” I heard Lia call up the steps.

I almost forgot she was coming. Damn, this collection is so distracting … “Yeah …”

“Who’s that?” Sandy asked casually.

“Lia …”

“Well, now she can take a look!” Sandy chuckled.

Lia walked up the steps casually, naturally, and walked into the attic with a convincingly pleasant smile.

The three walked up to her.

“Hey, I’m Lia Summers,” she greeted friendlily. “Wanted to meet the interns I’ve been hearing so much about! You three have an interest in medical science?”

They shrugged, and Dee stated, “I guess so. We just wanted to see if there was something really interesting about it all.”

“What do you think so far?”

Sandy answered, “This Dr. Noah was a pretty interesting guy. Probably should’ve been arrested for Human experimentation!”

“At least he didn’t profit off of it.” Penny observed.

“Think it’s something I might be interested in?” Lia asked, affecting a curious expression.

They shrugged, and led Lia over to the long table.

Lia’s clear, machine-mind skimmed through the papers with the rest of us, retaining everything.

“What do you think, Jason?” Lia asked me seriously.

The question was rather loaded, she knew. Lia had an unsurprising dispassion now. I never knew she was still interested in all this, suggesting we not shoo them away. She just stepped away from it for my sake. At least the work could not do anything more to Lia now, no longer being Human … I realized then that I secretly wanted to continue this craziness, and that was the core of what disturbed me so much.

I made my decision. “Lia, I will go with what you decide.”

The interns looked at us both confused.

Lia nodded, visibly melting her Human mask. One could say I just wanted her to be happy, but knowing better, I really wanted her to express herself without concern of what I would think. Now, she was.

The once Human machine moved before us in such efficiency that it seemed she was floating. With her true, emotionless stare, she expanded the black of her eyes passed the color and into the white, turning them into shimmering onyx stones. She then removed her top, and glided into the light, letting her silken skin and hair shimmer like the latex it was.

The three girls’ jaws dropped.

“You’re a Latex Machine …” Dee breathed, revealing that they skimmed through other boxes as well.

“Yes, that is one description,” Lia said flatly. I had almost forgotten the cold monotone. “‘Android’ is more descriptive, however, because the nanites within me may also be called Latex Machines. I was Human up to one year ago, when Jason and I began applying Noah’s notes to present technologies. I accidentally infected myself with the nanite Latex Machines, and they transformed me into the being I always wanted to be yet never understood.”

The three walked up to her.

“Complete transformation?” Sandy asked, feeling her rubbery hair.

“Yes, is the simple answer,” Lia robotically answered. “In some ways I am more changed than improved. My brain is not some CPU, but it was latexified like the rest of my body. I have control over my physical form as well, within the limits of the latex I am. Not having any emotions any longer, I have no attachment to my form, so my lack of changes is a result of Jason and others that knew me as a Human.”

“What do you think went wrong fifty years ago, Lia?” Sandy asked.

“My hypothesis is that Latexica developed megalomania, and worked to create active mental connections with anyone changed by the Noah’s nanites. My experience with this this technology suggests it was not built to handle a hive mind, but a passive connection, not unlike me calling up the stairs, might be compatible.”

“What about the all those changed fifty years ago?” Sandy asked.

“I am not sure,” Lia stated. “I have not actively processed Noah’s research since my reinvention.” She turned her unblinking head to me. “Jason, you once mentioned the basement of Dr. Noah’s house had unusual patterns in the walls. Do you still have access to that house?”

“I … do still have the key. The family wanted to donate the house to the museum, but we couldn’t accept it. If I remember, they could not sell it because, as they learned just after I grabbed Noah’s boxes, the house was still legally owned by the defunct Landry Institute, which never had a legal successor …”

“I would like to see your ‘spooky’ wall, Jason,” Lia said dryly.

> Noah Collection Archives
>> Accession: A.2067.2.4
>>> February, 2016
>>>> Beta Test — Subject Twelve’s Report of Experimental Suit

The doorbell suddenly rang. I was in a daze, my nap just hitting its depth. Bleary eyed, I casually walked over to the front door, and pealed back the curtain over the door’s window. A brown delivery truck drove away before I could catch its name. They left a plan brown package on the stoop.

I opened the door, and brought in the packed confused. I hadn’t ordered anything that I remembered, but the address was indeed mine, albeit missing my name (Julie Tanner). The sender was listed as Wonder Rubber Accessories, inc. Though the common shipping company was clearly listed on the shipping label, I didn’t see a receipt or return slip on the outside of the innocuous box. Was it inside?

Googling the company yielded no results to my surprise. Though, a website wasn’t clearly listed. I called the shipping company, BUS, but they said my only option for a return was via Wonder Rubber, even though they “sympathized” that the item was apparently shipped to the wrong person. Indeed, I remember giving an incorrect address online a while back, and had no way of fixing it when I realized it, loosing fifty bucks! BUS did, however, admit that the box’s labling (lack thereof) was unusual, and claimed they would investigate further. Either way, I appeared stuck with the mysterious item.

After a quick lunch, I found myself staring at the box. Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it was blind curiosity. Maybe I wanted to find that return slip. Maybe it didn’t matter. I quickly cut open the box. The deep smell of fresh rubber hit my nose. I didn’t mind it, nor was it a surprise. A paper on top read:

Congratulations on your Wonder Rubber purchase! Our latex products are all natural, and made from our own special variety of rubber tree. Enclosed, please find your very special purchase, and our complimentary all natural lubricant!

I removed the lubricant. A subtle flowery, lavender scent came from the black bottle with a directions label. I then removed what appeared to be a complete, black latex outfit, designed to encase the female wearer completely from head to toes.

I placed the fetish-wear on the table next to the box, and picked up the sweet smelling bottle. While curiously reading the label, I could not deny how good it smelled!

Directions: “Apply oil liberally over entire body before you put on the clothing. Oil must be applied directly to skin.”

Almost uncontrollably, I opened the bottle, and let in its glorious scent. It was as if the oil was making love to my olfactory senses! It melted my mind. I poured some of the delicious juice onto my willing hand, and rubbed my hands together. It was warm and inviting and tingling. I poured more of the warm liquid into my palm, and rubbed it into my face. My senses exploded with passion, and when I automatically licked my juice covered lips, the pleasure was like an explosive flash.

I lost all conscious control, and my hands apparently moved on their own. In my numbed vision, I saw them rip my clothes away. They then slowly, passionately rubbed the hot, sexy liquid all over my body in a blur beyond pleasure. My skin absorbed it, as it made every part of me slick and shiny. I could barely keep any track of what was happening! When I was apparently done, the empty bottle was thrown aside.

My entire shining body felt alive with passion. After an erotic eternity, I found my heated skin somehow screaming to be embraced by the latex before it.

In what was at least partly of my own will, I took the suit in my hands, and rolled up the legs. I slowly, teasingly rolled on the rubber pant. Seeing and feeling the tight rubber on my wanting skin sent further waves of pleasure through my body. Rolling it up my legs and feet, I drooled how it impossibly conformed perfectly to my body, like it was reshaping itself. I soon stood, pulling the suit up and around my waist, my torso, my chest. So tight, so right! My hands and arms soon found themselves happily within the very tight rubber. I zipped up the back, tightening it further.

I looked down to see the extraneous rubber designed to go deep inside my ass and pussy. I lifted my leg onto the table, and forced them into their holes. The pleasure of it made me care little about how easily my fists fell into myself. I then sat, and pulled the hood over my head, and automatically shoved the extraneous rubber into my mouth, jaw almost dislocating to accommodate my fist.

I fell into complete, orgasmic ecstasy in the shiny blackness. My skin grew so hot it almost seared, but the feel of the latex somehow tightening further overwhelmed me with pleasure. The suit was encasing my very mind, and I let it. Holy fuck! I let it take me over! I somehow knew it was taking away my humanity, replacing it with some rubbery substitute, but the beyond orgasmic feel of it made me not care.

Fuck my humanity! I shall be more! I shall be all!

In a daze, I slowly opened my eyes. I felt utterly different. I’m not sure if I could explain how I felt, other than how I didn’t feel Human. I slowly stood, instantly noticing the feel of my tight yet somehow normal skin, and walked to my tall mirror open mouthed.

At first there was surprise. Though the image felt right, it was not the image I was used to seeing! The whole of my skin was now latex. My torso, chest, arms, and legs were now a shiny black, while my head, hands, and feet were a flesh tone. The one thing more remarkable was my mouth: distinct upper and lower fangs glistened. What they were for was as undeniable as my transformed hunger: blood …

I called my fiend Kasey over. She was the first tome come to mind. I was starving for sex and blood …

“You look different, Julie. Good, but different.”

“Thanks, I feel great …”

Julie was so horny and hungry that she was in no mood for serious pleasantries, barely keeping her virgin fangs retracted. She began to rub her friend’s bare inner thigh.

“What, what are you doing?” she breathed. “Your hand feels like rubber, Julie … Oh, wow …”

Julie’s naturally excreted oils from her hands invaded her friend’s pores, and made the woman putty in Julie’s rubber hand. They soon ripped their clothes away, and grinding their pussies wildly. Kasey certainly knew much of the extent of Julie’s rubbery nature now, but was too lost in the throws of rubbery ecstasy to care. She could not swallow enough of Julie’s latex spit! Julie provided, all but spewing her spit into her friend in a deep kiss.

At the point of wild orgasm, Julie lost all control, and plunged her long fangs into Kasey’s plump neck. She drank heartily until it began to taste of rubber. Satisfied, she let her friend finish her own latex transformation.

Julie was running on what felt like programing at that point, and certainly wasn’t programed to care. She dialed a number, which just came to her, on her cellphone.

“How has been your experience, Beta Model?” a woman Julie already knew as “Latexica” queried.

“Glorious and smooth, Latexica,” she said flatly. “I became vampiric once fused with the latex. I fucked and fed on my friend, and now she is becoming one of yours as well.”

“Fascinating! I will await that next Beta Model’s call …”

Journal of Jason Prestley
June 2, 2068 (evening)

The lighting in that basement was fixed, but the bright blue-white lighting only confirmed the melting yet humanoid appearance of the several forms. They looked as if they were melting within the cream color of whatever was the material of the wall.

Lia went up to the distorted “face” of one, and touched it with her fingertips. “I can sense that there were latex nanites here, but they are long dead. Even if we wanted to, we would not be able to bring these beings back to life.”

“Is it all of them?” I asked amazed.

“Probably, Jason,” Lia answered. “Based on all I read from Noah’s notes, it looks like establishing the active connection was too much for them. When they came here, probably on Noah’s insistence, they tried to pool themselves together to stop the degradation. It worked, but at the cost of their lives …”

There was nothing more we could do for them, so we went back to the museum’s attic.

“This technology never does as intended,” I said to the dispassionate Lia.

“That’s not true,” Dee stated.

We all looked over to her.

“I think Noah just didn’t know what his technology was capable of. That Latexica didn’t know her limits. Now, we use nanotech all the time; it’s just not his nanotech. We know the issues he had, and we practically overcame them over the course of fifty years. Just look and Lia! She’s been a stable and perfect Latex Machine over the past year, and no one’s caught on.”

“Thank you, Dee,” Lia flatly stated. Even though she could not feel gratitude, Lia thought the compliment was worth thanking. “What do you propose we do next?”

“Before I answer that, I really wanna know what drives you, Lia.”

Lia thought for a moment. “I always wanted to be the best of whatever I am. Now that means being the best latex android. I apply that by showing love without emotion, and not unlike before, I also apply that to making people interested in science and advancing medical science.”

The three looked at each other with a cautious air of excitement. “What would be the next logical step in advancing medical science, Lia?” Sandy asked with a big smile.

Lia flatly answered, “Further experiment with applying modern control schemes to Noah’s nanites. Unlike nanites today, they can function independently of a controller — some programing deeply embedded, but they still need a some kind of base command, even if it is a subject’s subconscious. To conduct this experiment, the host will need to know exactly what they want before the nanites are received for pre-programing, and not want to become a machine like me. I am thus the control.”

I went wide eyed, but was legitimately fascinated. I did promise that I would support Lia’s decisions on this matter. She was always the scientist, after all.

“Well, I think you have at least three willing subjects, Lia!” Penny exclaimed.

Lia looked over to me, and observed, “It is fascinating how this work seduces Humans, Jason. Over the course of the experiment with Dee, Sandy, and Penny, I will work to understand why that is.”

Lia walked over to the completely enthralled interns. “Each of you tell me exactly what you want. I must recommend to be realistic. Someone will notice if you are suddenly two feet taller. I must also warn you that there are side affects to Noah’s nanites that is a result of their base-code. First, because you will be retaining your emotions and humanity, your sex drives will be enhanced to an unknown degree. Second, the latexification of your skin and hair is inevitable. It may all look like Human skin and hair, but it will still feel like a soft rubber. So, you would do well to avoid barehanded handshakes.”

They discussed it amongst themselves for a while. There was no doubt they were going through with this, but were thinking it through. They decided on a slow transformation, over the span of a year, to avoid suspicion. They wanted to be taller, more statuesque, and have their intellect enhanced. Essentially, they wanted to make themselves eighteen early, or at least complete their natural physical development on their own terms. Being warned of enhanced libido, they also wanted control over and full awareness of their monthly cycles, essentially using the nanites as a form of birth control. Ironically, there was nanotech birth control already, but politics prevented it from being affordable to the middle class.

“I am glad you three want the same changes. That will streamline the preparations process. I should have the nanites ready by tonight, so you may stop by then at my personal lab at my home …”

Research Journal of Dr. Lia Summers
June 2, 2068

I took a sample of my creamy white “blood” with a needle, and split the substantial contents into two large trays. One was for the study of myself (the control), and the other was for the interns. I then swirled the goo with my fingertips, reprogramming the thousands of nano-machines within it by my own will.

“Looks like you do that so easily, Lia …” Jason observed.

“They respond to my will, Jason, as they have since my reinvention,” I said flatly.

There was a sudden knock at the door. It was the three remarkably excited girls. They scurried into the lab.

“Are you three sure about this?” I asked professionally.

They all nodded excitedly, and said in unison, “Can’t wait!”

“My present theory for why this research is so seductive,” I began dispassionately, “Is that most humans have the inherent desire to become something better than they already are, but only in the way they wish. Sandy, Penny, and Dana are in the midst of natural physical changes, and now have the chance to have significant say in the conclusion of them.” I presented my tray of my reprogramed blood to them. “Place your fingers in the tray. The latex-blood will split evenly amongst the three of you. Then consume.”

The three did so. The thick, milky goo moved on its own, evenly distributing itself amongst their fingers. It was partially absorbed into their skin, before they put their fingers into their mouths.

I observed Jason was predictably disappointed that their was no orgasmic display of transformation. Nothing visibly happened than them eating liquid latex from a machine, as per my programing.

“The machines will now work themselves into your natural biological processes to guide them over the next year,” I explained. “They will become an integral part of you. In time, you will learn a degree of control over those machines, but their instructions for physical changes are presently clear …”

June 3, 2068

I went on to study myself. Yes, I had a deeper understanding and control over my metabolic processes than any Human, but science required empirical data. Jason aided me whenever he could, having lost nearly all the irrational despair from before. I obtained a sample of my Human DNA from the shredded skin. We honestly were not sure what to do with it, so we hid and preserved it in my lab.

There was almost no comparison between my old DNA and what was there now. It was truly fascinating, considering I still see myself as “Lia.” Basically, I no longer had DNA in the organic sense. Specialized nano-machines filled that void, holding all the synonymous instructions with it nearly impossible for an error to occur. The rare error was dealt with almost instantly. There was a significant variety of machine specializations, including physical repair, but they all could function in any way I wanted. The liquid that functioned as my blood carried those commands. A clear conclusion was that I was now likely ageless.

A full body scan revealed the almost inorganic nature of my physical form. “Almost,” in that the latex generated was more akin to natural latex-rubber. My black bones were a rubber so hard it was possibly stronger and lighter than most advanced forms of steel. My circulatory system, which barely had detectable pressure variances, had a near constant flow throughout my robotic body. My eyes were more akin to the most advanced cameras, but rarely had an excuse to visualize beyond the “visible” spectrum. At the same time, my senses were largely akin to other Humans, as I again had no logical reason make them superior.

My brain was perhaps the most interesting and perplexing. It was structurally like a Human brain, but it lacked an organic nature. My synapses resembled highly advanced fiber-optics, while the memory centers were more akin to solid-state memory cores in computers. I no longer truly had long or short-term memory, in the Human sense. Instead, everything was transcribed almost instantly, and was instantly retrievable. Beyond my now perfectly preserved memories while Human, the system was, more or less, akin to photographic memory in Humans, but theoretically superior. There was also a region unlike any part of a Human’s, and I identified that as the nano-machines’ control center, which had highly intricate connections with my circulatory system. I could micromanage, if I wished, but I might become akin to a vegetable outwardly dictating the thousands of processes. With my brain functioning both like a Human and computer, my Human-based, robotized brain alone could advance computing for decades.

July 7, 2068

I have devised an objectively radical study to be conducted by myself and Jason, should he agree. I would like to further study the transformative abilities of the nano-machines in question. It is clear that that they may transform a Human into machine or a Human into a user defined, altered form. Can they transform a Human or myself into another humanoid form?

Intimate knowledge of the machines up to this point suggested such a transformation to be possible. The next inevitable research question would be to learn how well they may reverse the transformation. No records or observations up to this point discussed the possibility of reversal. Indeed, either their was a mind controlling factor or genuine want to change.

The bullet points are as follows:

•The goal is to transform our bodies into latex-skinned, humanoid dragons.

•There should be no need to make any alterations to our brains.

•Observe and record transformation from changes, completion, and to reversal.

•Observations include but not limited to physical sensations, mental processes, etc.

July 8, 2068

Jason agreed to the experiment, while stressing there be no changes to his mental processes. The data retrieved was extensive. While I will further process for a full report, I will detail the fresh experience here.

“So, you’re sure this won’t alter my mind, right?”

“Jason, I keep telling you, I programed the machines for only a physical transformation,” I assured seriously. “That is the core of the study.”

“Predicted side-effects?” he asked somewhat awkwardly.

I thought for a moment, processing all the data I knew up to this point. “If the machines handle the programing I inputed, Jason, there should be no lingering physical effects, and there will be no chance of lingering mental effects, other than the effects psychologically. There is obviously no way to predict the psychological effects, because the machines are not programed to alter your mind. The exception here, which can be changed, is that the machines will automatically ensure the transformation to be a pleasurable experience.”

“Well, I certainly would prefer it to feel good …” he said, thinking out loud. “Fuck it, let’s do this, Lia.”

I presented the small tray of my nano-machine saturated blood. He placed his fingers into the living liquid, and it forced its way through his pores — having him consume what didn’t.

I then initiated the transformation sequence within myself. My body changed faster and more smoothly than Jason’s, due to my already extant ability to alter my physical form.

While I removed my clothes, which would not fit properly soon, my skin color shifted to a blue-green, and began to shimmer, glossy being a more accurate description of my skin’s more “natural” state. Distinct scales began to form, while they did not fully detract from the overall shimmering smoothness. My ears then shifted upward, becoming more rounded and pointed, as my jawline shifted forward into a distinct snout. My teeth became more canine, with distinct upper and lower fangs forming. My pupils shifted into distinct slits, not unlike my nostrils. Much of my dark hair shifted into a kind of mohawk, as the rest morphed into two dark horns on either side of my forehead.

I went to my hands and knees, feeling bodily changes all over. My nails slightly elongated into small black claws, and my feet slightly elongated, before forming their own short black claws. My overall body became more muscular, voluptuous, with my boobs radically ballooning from a C to an EE. A thick tail, nearly as full as my hips now, began to protrude from the base of my spine, an expansion of my spine. It grew to nearly the full length of my now enlarged body, which would now stand at five feet and eleven inches. I quickly taught myself how to move it on my own will. I finally let loose my now long, snakelike tongue, learning to move it like my tail.

Jason, who already removed his clothes, was transforming at the same time, and I was just barely able to observe his changes next to my own. He lay back onto the exam chair, breathing deeply in distinct pleasure. His Human body would otherwise be in searing pain from the physical morphing. The skin began to shift to a greenish-gray, and slowly developed a rubbery shimmer like mine. Scales soon became apparent, but were interestingly less distinct than mine.

As his jawline shifted into a distinct snout, near orgasmic coos of pleasure escaped him, revealing the sharpening teeth and fangs. His ears points and shifted upward. Much of his hair morphed into horns on either side of his forehead, and the rest morphed into further horns down the back of his neck. His eyes periodically rolled into the back of his head, and eventually rolled back with distinct slits for pupils.

He was suddenly blowing thick streams of cum, before his balls and penis receded. Soon, his crotch became a distinct vagina, as his coos became a distinctly husky feminine. The newly formed vagina visibly twitched and dripped.

Now no longer truly a “he,” the rest of Jason’s body began to follow suit. “Her” figure began to shift into a distinct hourglass, as everything about Jason became blatantly a muscular, voluptuous female. Her hands with now distinctly pointy claws groped her  quickly ballooning chest, which grew to a size just below mine. Her clawed toes curled on top of her elongated feet. Her elongated tongue slithered wildly at the almost constant orgasmic pleasure masking the extreme changes.

Her thick tail finally began to protrude, forcing her off the chair to her knees. She slowly began to move it on her own will.

Now both fully transformed, I slowly stood in my transformed body, naturally standing on the balls of my somewhat elongated feet. The posture pushed me past six feet in hight.

Wide eyed and out of breath, Jason slowly stood, too. To our equal surprise, we both gained significant hight, but I grew much more.

“Ho–lee, sshit …” Jason barely said, looking at and feeling her changed body. At least partly on instinct, her tail groped her body perhaps more than her hands.

I put my clawed finger to her mouth, and licked her new face. Wrapping our tails around each other, groping, we slithered our tongues together. Snouts open wide, we pressed our mouths together in a kiss as Human as it was animal. I actively mapped out her altered mouth with my tongue.

We went to our knees, massive, rubbery breasts touching. I moved my snakelike tail to her humid, technically virgin crotch. I shoved myself in her almost without warning. She cooed wildly, eyes rolling into the back of her head. I played with her firm boobs to increase her distinct pleasure. Her tongue slithered wildly.

I then grabbed her flicking tail, and guided it to my auto-lubed crotch. Getting the idea through her intense pleasure — never having been penetrated before, she shoved her tail into me. I easily simulated my own pleasure in time with her experimental thrusts. Fascinatingly, her genuine pleasure saved her from inexperience with her tail, twitching and flicking it inside me. It was objectively so good that I replicated the motions with my own tail, increasing her pleasure many times.

Jason finally came hard and loud, pussy juices squirting past my tail, in so deep. I accordingly emulated an equally as powerful orgasm, massaging her tail with my pussy muscles.

Jason transformed back into his Human form soon after, as planned. I changed back to mine, too, of course. It all worked surprisingly well, The only lingering affect on Jason’s end was wanting to do that again. He loved the female dragon form, the female aspect of which a surprise, but was open to other possibilities.

So, we discussed how to further study nano-machine induced transformation. We agreed to leave a colony of otherwise dormant nano-machines within him that I could activate whenever we would conduct further transformation studies. The possibilities were only limited by the original parameters.

Observations of Sandy Sanchez
June 3, 2068

Lia wanted one or all three of us to make detailed observations of our controlled transformation into an adulthood of our making. I stepped up to be the scribe for us. Lia agreeing, we did not think it was necessary to make daily entries, due to changes happening over a span of over a year. Instead, I will summarize any minor changes, and go into further detail if significant. We do have our own lives!

Just after we ingested that goop, we made observations (with pics) related to what is supposed to change. I stand at five feet and four inches; Dana at five feet and six inches; and Penny at just over five feet and six inches. Our bodies were far from an Amazon warrior, but were slim and eye catching. Our last report cards were decent but not honors. We averaged about a 2.67 in the old 4.0 GPA system they phased out a couple years ago, with myself probably closer to 3.0 than the others. Finally, with chuckles, we all admitted to masturbating about once a week. We were not sexually active with a partner right now, and I was the only one that went all the way with my ex a few months ago. That was a misadventure I don’t really regret.

The three of us also noticed a distinct tiredness not long after ingesting the nano-machines. Still, it was late by then, and did not think much of it.

July 1, 2068

Now we’re talking! There were subtle but observable changes over the past month, likely all attributable to the nano-machines. At the least, it would be quite the coincidence. Dee turned sixteen yesterday, but even “normal” puberty doesn’t care that much about that number.

Observing our naked bodies, we all grew a touch more than half an inch. We looked like we were becoming gym-rats, even though none of us did much more than the usual summer things like beach and mall-going. Even our boobs looks fuller and healthier.

On that note, we really did feel good! We looked and felt healthier, while we felt healthy at the start. That enhanced feeling was a clear part of an already growing libido. We all admitted to masturbating at least three times a week now! I just got a large dildo! Hell, as what was likely already gathered, we were very comfortable around each other now.

We did not completely strip a month ago to make physical observations. It was kind of a natural thing. Dee suggested we just take it all off when snapping pics, while we were all considering it. We groped each other with more arousal than I think any of us admitted. Our skin already started to feel different. It was subtly rubbery now, yet reacted to our curious touch with quiet twitches and goosebumps. Our silken hair didn’t feel any different yet, but we were sure it stopped growing.

So, anyway, we still could handle our enhancing libidos. The three of us agreed not to have sex with anyone for as long as we could. Sex seemed like an easy way for another to discover we were part of some crazy, unlicensed experiment! Still, we weren’t sure how well masturbation would satisfy us in the long run.

Sept. 10, 2068

So, a lot has happened to us physically and mentally over the summer, and it really was no surprise. I will do my best to summarize, even if it may be “one-handed” at times.

By August, we found ourselves masturbating at least once a day. Sandy is twice a day now, but we are still holding our own against this growing libido. We all grew at least and inch and a half over the summer, as our bodies became quite fit and trim. If not in appearance, our skin felt like a bizarre cross between the softest skin and the smoothest rubber. Even our shimmering hair, which we probably could will to grow eventually, had a subtle rubbery texture. We simply didn’t grow body hair. So sexily smooth!

People noticed, but there was no real suspicion. We did say were were working out more, eating healthier. Plus, its not like women don’t blossom by their late teens. We were all past our seventeenth birthday now, but the three of us looked closer to eighteen.

Mentally, we were finding school to be easier than last year. We were already on track to become “A” students. Teachers and parents noticed, but in a good way. The experiment not being done, we almost couldn’t wait to see just how easy learning will become for us!

Again, the sticking point for us was that damn growing libido. None of us thought we could hold out much longer with out some kind of dick or fist or foot inside us, so we agreed that we would fuck each other when out libido grows beyond what masturbation satisfied. We were definitely attracted to each other now. Indeed, I often thought about them while masturbating.

Jan. 2, 2069

“2069” is such an appropriate number for the three of us now, laying naked before the fire. We might as well have been fully grown, full bodied supermodels now, and we weren’t even done transforming yet!

I was now five feet and eight inches; Dana five feet and nine inches; and Penny a touch taller than Dana. We loved the feel of our rubbery hair and skin, on top of our near-Amazonian physiques.

Our minds were so much faster now. Everything at school was an easy “A.” That growing genius made it all easier to hide from others. We didn’t really need others.

As may have been gathered, we had made love with each other. A little over a month ago, we could tell masturbation would not be enough for us for much longer. So, we agreed to give in to our growing lusts the moment we hit 2069.

Parents away on a vacation, Dana offered her house  for a New Year’s party. We all wanted to tease each other, to drive each other wild, so Penny suggested we make it a beach part, literally turn up the heat. We need to by some new bikinis, but that was all part of the tease.

Flip-flops in hand and beach clothes cocooned under the winter jackets, Dana let us into her house. Dana must have turned the heat past eighty degrees F, as she decorated with corny paper palm trees and dildos!

Dana looked so fucking hot in her one-size-too-small bikini. Her rubbery skin and free-flowing brown hair shimmered gloriously. That was Dana’s thought process apparently, to not hide our already glorious bodies.

Like any good host, Dana removed our winter clothes. We ogled each other as we always wanted to do now.

“Fuck, your dark skin looks more rubbery than ever, Dee!” I observed, before slipping on my flip-slops.

“Thank you, Sandy!” Dana exclaimed. She looked us both over, and slowly licked her full lips. “I rubbed my pussy three times today, and you both right now makes me feel like I haven’t serviced myself in a month!”

“Thanks!” Penny exclaimed, looking hornier than all of us. “Three times, Dee? Seriously, I broke my record today! Six times in and out of the shower today.”

“Come on, guys!” Dana offered. “I got a cozy fire and snacks in the other room.”

The tablet showed the festivities at Times Square, but we were soon only enthralled by ourselves. After a while, we just didn’t speak. We didn’t have to. I sat happily sandwiched between Dana and Penny. Our less than casual gropes and loving stares told novels. Yes, this was the moment we realized we were in love with each other. No one else could satisfy us mentally or physically now, save for Lia.

We all lovingly, passionately kissed almost the moment that ball finally dropped. We went down on each other in all sorts of ways, lustful and loving. 69‘s pussy eating chains, dildos and feet and hands in every possible, stretchable orifice. The very taste of our rubber flesh, spiced by our sweat and pussy juices, drove us on for hours. We would tongue bathe each other from head to mouth watering toes. The loving passion of our orgasms were as loud as true.

Laying naked before the fire, mesmerized by our glossy, moist bodies, we were pleased with how far we came, and more expectant than ever on how far we will go.

June 5, 2069

A final summary is in order. We completed our transformation into rubbery, horny Amazon women. Our love is deep, as we have no secrets between us.

We are true geniuses now, perhaps some of the smartest in the world. We all plan to go into biomedical science at college soon enough.

Our bodies are truly glorious. We looked like we were about twenty, and practically were. I was now five feet and eleven inches; Penny now a towering six feet and one inch; Dana was six feet even and yet the most imposing. My figure was the most athletic of the three. Penny’s figure was certainly athletic, but was a rather voluptuous hourglass with her full ass and large breasts. Dana’s imposing figure was the most athletic, and more resembled that banana shape of many supermodels. Indeed, Dana resembled Gal Gadot from fifty years ago.

What truly excites us now is that we can feel the growing control over our bodies. Control over our monthly cycles is largely irrelevant, though,  because all we want is each other. Our rubbery possibilities will soon be limitless!

Research Journal of Dr. Lia Summers
August 29, 2069

Jason and I are ready to go public with all our research tomorrow. Legally we will likely be OK, in spite of the unlicensed nature of our research. Full consent was given by all involved. And, we all discussed the ramifications of the work. The key is that we already did the research. The likelihood of some cliched, forced examinations is unlikely at best. Now with the proper understanding, the world deserves to be augmented with Dr. Noah’s technology.

The world was not to be conquered by Latex Machines, but the world shall have them nonetheless. A vac-bed to reinvigorate the body perhaps; a total reversal of physical age perhaps. The copyrights are written; the patent is pending. This world shall never be the same …

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Blog Unbound: Doorways

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A sci-fi tale. This story is a bit darker both literally and figuratively than most. It takes thematic inspiration from Lovecraft’s Dream Cycle and the Phantasm film series.  The story follows Stan Jeriggo, a man that achieved everything, yet felt as if he never achieved what he truly wanted. He finally came to realize that he had no idea what he wanted. For reasons then unknown, Jeriggo decided upon a path, through the power of dreams, that would bring him the sense of success he so yearned …

Unbound Edition: eBook

Doorways

The date: January 20, 2016. The Place: National Mall, Washington, DC, United States, Earth. A distinct yet subdued crowd was present under the moist gloom. Subdued in that attendance to this significant event was among the lowest in decades. This event was a most unexpected, controversial inauguration of this country’s new president. He begins with lower approval ratings than the last three presidents at the same point. Most of the people here and the world, including the new President, had no idea of the doorway to chaos before them. Of course, I had no idea myself in another time …

I sat at my mahogany desk pensively. Everything I ever thought I wanted was attained. A Succubus lover, dominion over many, power to wield did not feel like enough. No, it felt like there was still more out there to know. How could that be? I had all the teachings of an ancient book fueling all that I am, or so I tried to believe. Besides, the world seemed to know everything long before the 2150s! A knock at the door …

“Come.”

A glorious, statuesque, raven haired goddess walked into the room. Yes, a part of me did love her, but to her secret frustration, I refused myself time for love.

“What is it, Julie?”

“You seemed disquieted when we spoke this morning, Stan …” She casually sat on my lap.

“If only you cold be like all of my followers, and pretend not to care about my well being.”

“What is bothering you? You know I’m not actively peking in, but I can still feel there’s something wrong.”

I took a long deep sigh. “Julie … Have you ever wondered about what the Book doesn’t teach us?”

She shrugged awkwardly. “Not really, Stan. I mean, it was written by a sex crazed Human via trans-dimensional aliens. There is a certain point of view of it. Then there is how the Book tends to not be in the control of the owner. No one said it held every secret of the universe, or for for it to be a kind of blasphemy to say it did not provide omnipotence. I always say it provides enough … How much more could you possibly want?”

I lightly nudged her off me, and walked to the bookcase. Staring forward at the many tomes of knowledge, including the one that might as well have been our Bible, I began, “How did that sex crazed, Human writer become so friendly with beings so far beyond him? Did they find him, or did he find them?”

“Humph! Those possibilities are both quite fantastical. But, if you role a twenty-sided die, how can you really know the side you’ll get? Perhaps it was serendipitous. He was looking for something more; they were looking for a scribe. No one said they had a linear concept of time. Perhaps they skimmed the timeline for someone just like him.”

“Do you think they’d tell you, if you asked?” I turned.

She glared seriously. “I learned a long time ago, they are not good at giving straight answers. They either don’t know how, or don’t want to tell us everything. Now, I don’t think there’s anything nefarious about that. Telling humanoids how to permanently transcend their physical forms to grasp the Multiverse might be like giving an Australopithecine a fission bomb. We should naturally come to such developments.”

“We can transcend, though. You practically do it to talk to them.”

“Well … not completely, and not really in the way we’re talking about.”

“Dreams, astral projection, those are things the Book talks about.”

“Where is this going, Stan?” she asked uncomfortably. Perhaps out of anyone I knew, she understood what was beyond more clearly than most.

“Something more, Julianna.” I picked up the Book, and handed it to her.

She looked at me curiously.

“The Book itself is a doorway, we already know. Open it to dreams. It likes you more than it ever liked me, so it should bring you to the appropriate passages.”

She grunted, and placed the Book on my desk.

This was not the first time I asked her to bring me to certain passages, but it was a more, well, innocent request. Blasphemy did not really exist under the teachings I adhered to, but this was skirting the closest thing to it.

There,” she said, pointing to the maddening twirls of the ancient script. Interpreting, “The lucid dreamer may create doorways in their dreamed world. It can be through those doorways that the dreamer may move beyond their own flesh, beyond the controlled chaos of one’s own subconscious … I would not call that the newest revelation. You probably skimmed through that a long time ago, like many others possessing this Book.”

“The ‘doorways’ was something I had forgotten …”

“You’re not very good with lucid dreaming, Stan. You tend to get lazy, and let the dream run its course.”

I grunted, before smirking at her.

“There are times I wish I wasn’t so polite about mind reading …”

“Perhaps you could help me, Julie. You’ve been around for the better part of two millennia. I know how powerful you are, in theory.”

“I, I’m not sure about where this is heading. If I help you to create a doorway, there’s no way to know what might happen to you or me!”

“No one said you had to follow me through, Julie. Think of this as an excuse to exercise your power over the mind. I’d bet you could snatch my sanity with a single thought, and not even have to eat a piece of my soul to make me truly yours.”

“Where would be the fun in that?” she asked with a hint of sarcasm. “I prefer the slow seduction.”

“So, will you help me have a little curious fun, Julianna?”

She deeply sighed, and thought for a moment. “The best way I know to naturally pull you into a deep sleep is to feed on you just a little too much, and give a little back. Then I’ll join you in your own mind. I’ll keep you from fading back into whatever bed you’re humping so you can create your doorway. It will be your doorway, so I do not even think I could follow you. It’s what you’ll find past it that could have consequences. Anything could happen once you are through: horrific dangers, mind destroying cosmic pleasures, anything. My understanding is that you could find a place born out of the nightmares of quantum physics … I will wait for you. I’ll do my best to be an anchor to yourself.”

I walked into Julianna’s room in my faux-castle. She quietly lay on her bed in her deep red negligee, and read a first edition Jekyll and Hyde. Julianna always a a bit of a fetish for gothic.

“Why have you never liked knocking, Stan?” she asked, not looking up from the book.

“My house, m …”

She interrupted, “My rules.”

The mind destroying Succubus placed her book on the end table, and slowly beckoned with her finger.

With almost more hunger than she, I moved to her bed. We had many forays not unlike this. This time, however, she was going to take me past my limit. She was always a bit cautious in her feeding, so this was to be a very different night for us both.

My robe fell away, as she pulled her silk away. Her body was so glorious, especially with it all around mine. She was tall, taller than me, with olive skin and dark hair. She was so deceptively strong like all her kind.

I thrust into her hungry, glorious pussy wildly, as she actively began to suck out my amorphous passion. Her powerful pussy muscles massaged my dick as if they were groping fingers. Thrust, thrust, thrust we went. My lips were glued to hers. She was in total control of my body now. Every motion, every moan was of her design. My eyes rolled back into my head. I should have cum by now, but she somehow held me back for the first time. Her talents were always glorious!

When I felt myself begin to fade from so much of me being consumed, out of my control, I suddenly exploded into her. All the passion in me was consumed …

Then, she breathed back life into me …

Darkness shrouded me. The smell of rubber and steel permeated my senses. My hips thrust forward. My dick forcibly penetrated a tight ass I knew all too well. The sound of skin slapping rubber echoed off the black and white tile floor. The deep red walls slowly came into focus, as my thrusts shed light onto the statuesque beauty before me. She was totally encased in shiny black latex, as her hands and legs were tightly bound onto the crooked black posts.

I thrust yet harder into the cooing woman, who was no woman.

“Oh, fuck, Master! My ass hungers for your cum,” she pleaded.

“Really, Stan?” someone subtly echoed behind me.

I turned my head to see the glaring Julianna, arms crossed and leaning on the doorframe.

I unmounted, and turned around completely. The dream-Succubus whimpered. “Master, please, I’m so hungry!”

“Umm …” I started. “I’m not sure if this is what it looks like, Julie …”

“Well, she looks and sounds like me!”

“Err … We all want what we can’t have?” I barely said, feeling very confused yet very horny. “Two of you? Let’s do this!”

“You really are the worst lucid dreamer, Stan!” she teased.

“Oh, right, yes.” I finally remembered the goal, even though I was rather horny still. “Let’s go.”

Walking into the hallway, I realized I was fully clothed. Well, at least the image of clothing.

“The corridors of your mind are darker than I expected,” she observed. “I had a little trouble finding you.”

“It’s darker than usual, I think,” I began ponderously. The corridors resembled my home. “My dreams have been stranger than usual …”

She grabbed my arm. “Before you forget what this place really is again, the doorway is really nothing more than a method of mental travel, and does not even have to lead anywhere beyond your mind. I walked into your mind through a door I created. That is the limit of control I have over your dreams, unless I really want to damage you.”

“What are these doors even supposed to look like?”

“It’s your damn door! You visualize it.”

An image of a dark, green door suddenly came to me. I do not know where it came from. I never saw anything like it. The texture was as wood, but it also looked like painted metal. The frame was an infinitely dark marble, with implausibly visible variations in texture.

“Now that’s a surprise …” Juliana breathed, seeing the massive door fade into existence before us.

I touched it, and the door fell away into an infinity beyond my deepest of fathoms.

Julianna grabbed my arm tightly, all but pulling me away. “There’s something wrong here, Stan …”

“What?”

“This is not of our gods …” she breathed in clear discomfort. “What that leads to, cannot be for you …”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Julie? It’s my doorway!”

“No, it is not …” she breathed. She kissed be deeply, passionately. “I want to say that I don’t know why I let myself enable you, but you know why … I can feel how there is no pleasure beyond that void. That door was never yours. You wondered how a god could find but a single being amongst all that there is? There’s more out there in the vast Multiverse than one tome of mad scribblings! There is chaos, there is indifference. Even with our alien gods, reality itself cares nothing for us. What would be left of you if you came to know everything?”

I reached into the unknown void. It was cold, but not destructive. Something was there just beyond. It was not really calling to me. Or at least, not calling to me in any understood sense. It terrified a Succubus, but enthralled me! “I’ll be back, Julianna. Hold the door for me!”

Slipping from the tight grasp of the old one that truly cared for me, I let myself fall into cold oblivion …

I had the sense of falling, yet I could see and feel nothing. Was this death? Was this life? Was this a forgotten corridor at the end of the Multiverse? I knew so much, yet knew nothing …

Suddenly, I hit a solid, true-black surface with almost fatal force. Almost, in that I don’t think I died. I slowly came to my feet, feeling frazzled and in pain, yet fully aware. This was clearly no longer a dream. I looked around me: nothing. I looked up: shadowed blackness. No, there were massive shadows (echoes?) of something I somehow knew. I somehow understood that they were gods I knew well, but never truly met. They were the very gods Julianna conversed with for my Coven’s benefit. They seemed unaware of me, as if I were just some ant scurrying past their feet. Even if they looked right at me, I’m not sure if they would notice me anyway. I could feel their lack of indifference, but they were going about whatever their daily duties were.

I tried to walk forward only to be greeted by a hard wall of blackness. It felt like nothing, yet it was certainly there. I tried another direction and another to find the same. Was this some kind of cosmic joke? Did I fall into a forgotten trap, a coffin?

No! I kept feeling my away, knowing that my concept of dimension probably was useless here. Then, finally, I found the way onward, Not that I could perceive it as anything more than a lack of solidity before me.

Then, I realized I was no longer walking. I was being pulled forward by a force I could not even feel. Implausibly dark, morbid textures flew around me, giving me the only tangible evidence of motion. Something latched onto my arm, but there was still a pull onward, evidenced by my arm separating from its socket. I could not see, and in some ways, could not even feel what was holding me! The pull increased, as did the sharp pain in my shoulder. My arm was now fully out of its socket. Tendons audibly snapped, as the flesh began to pull apart. I screamed in utter pain the moment before my body was ripped away from my arm.

The incident somehow altered my trajectory, bashing painfully into an almost soft blackness. I was still being pulled, but this time my other arm was stuck in the all consuming wall of nothingness. The pull increased again. My body tore away, the pain seared through my very consciousness. I suddenly felt an apparent crosswind, ripping away both my legs so fast that the mind destroying agony was felt a moment later.

My speed increased, propelling what was left of me closer to what I dearly hoped was the end of this tenebrous torment. My body then slammed brutally into a sold nothingness, forcing my head forward so hard it ripped away by apparent momentum.

All that was left was the inexplicable sensation of falling twirling. But was I falling? None of my senses seemed to handle this wretched reality. What have I done? Will there be anything left of me? Thud

Nothingness threatened to overtake me. Forcing myself to keep thinking, I realized that, yes, this was no dream, but my body was safely lying next to a very forgiving Succubus. I moved my eyes to see my bloodied separated body parts next to me, contrasting with the darkness. Pull yourself together. Yes, all of me was here, through the mind destroying pain. My consciousness was intact. I closed my eyes and visualized myself as complete

I opened my eyes, and realized I was standing and whole again in the despairing blackness. Though, my entire false-body ached inexplicably. What I had just gone through nearly did destroy me.

I looked around me, and slowly began to perceive shadowed beings. They seemed to swirl and move in ways the straddled what I could perceive. They almost seemed to be a mass of ethereal, writhing, black tentacles. Unlike earlier, they were all around me. I could feel them observing me.

“What are you? Where am I?” I called out.

It has pulled itself together.

What I perceived was not language in the earthly sense. It was more a kind of perception. I was sure that my understanding was intentional on their part, yet there was more meaning to their communication just beyond my understanding. Their voices were like a kind of chaos piercing though my very being.

Not the first, but the first to survive.

“I came to know more,” I called, feeling like I deserved the knowledge after the gauntlet I survived.

What are we, Stan Jeriggo?

“Chaos …” I barely answered, almost collapsing at their direct communication.

We are Chaos. We embrace the essence of the Multiverse. We reject the lies and half-truths.

“Half-truths?” I barely asked.

What you have sensed all your life. Your gods manipulate the lesser to save themselves from their mistakes.

“What’s … happening to me …?” I blurted, feeling everything start to fade.

Death. Your gods cause madness and mutation when in their presence; we cause the Soul Energy to burn up … Unless …

“Unless what …?”

Unless you let a piece of us come inside you. We have many tools that have broken through the void in secret. Become one of them. Become what you were always meant to be, Stan Jeriggo. Become our Avatar.

There was no real choice in the matter. At the same time, I could have heeded Julianna’s warning, but I chose to come here. I somehow knew that they did not really force me into anything. Yes, there was obviously some influence on their part, but I always wanted more.

“Yes …”

A shadowy tubule separated from its mass. It moved toward me, wrapping itself around my very being. A crushing darkness over took me. And then … The whole of the Multiverse flowed through me. The nothingness, the cold indifference, the truth of all that was reality sliced through me like shards of glass. I could feel all that was and all the could be in no humanly logical order. The near infinite details of all the words that created my existence flew through me, rearranging my very identity. All the best laid plans of chaos were clear and bright for what I knew would only be for this instant …

I am now the blackness. I am now a part of the swirling chaos of what dreams may come from that undiscovered country, the primordial ooze of the Multiverse itself!

Their green doorway slowly faded into false-solidity before me. My future existed behind it …

I slowly opened my eyes to the waking world, now a very different being. Julianna jumped out of the bed, as she pulled out of my mind. She knew what happened to me, even if the details of it were not fully understood. Terror and regret filled her shimmering eyes.

“I should thank you Julianna. This rebirth would not have been possible without your help.” I could have let myself love her, and in another reality, perhaps I still will. Here, I now know love was no longer of any importance.

For the first time in centuries, she was frozen in indecision. “What have we done?

“You already know, my dear … I was offered a more stimulating job. I accepted.”

“The gods will know. I don’t know what they’ll do to you … or me …” she stated in disbelief.

“Nothing!” I stated with a dark smile. “They were my choices, and you warned me of their consequences … Perhaps you deserve better than this, Julianna, but some paths were already written. Everything must have a beginning, so that an end may be written … Take the Book, if you wish. It won’t exactly talk to me anymore.”

In great anger and frustration, Julianna turned, and walked through her doorway, slamming the door behind her so hard the frame broke …

An aging, gruff, golden haired man placed his hand on the “Lincoln Bible.” An oath is delivered. Some felt chills and terror; some felt great excitement and optimism. Cautionary tales that are only understood in the eye of the beholder … Or something like that! Well, anyway, I am not Rod Serling. All I really sense is that this world will soon experience cosmic cataclysm with implications strong enough to fuel something grander. Standing in the National Mall of Washington, DC, my dear reader, I found myself in complete understanding of why my nameless masters brought me here. Nameless masters now fully bound in a way I could never be. What had happened here only had minor influence from those beyond, and near total influence from those here.

Much has already been written and read of the history I played a part of. Some reader, somewhere, must have wondered how I, Jonas Triegg, was “something far more” than some stock antagonist! Now that story is written and told. I do wonder if I could have told it beforehand, given that it was a flashback written afterwards … No matter, my perplexed reader. I understand what is about to be written (or already has?). No spoilers, of course. Chaos does thrive on the unexpected!

Unbound, indeed …

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Blog Unbound: Madam Necromancer

Disclaimer: This adult short story is a work of fiction. It is meant for those eighteen and older. There is sexual and fantastical content. All characters are eighteen or older. Though there are inspirations from other fictional sources, any similarity to real people, live or no, is merely coincidental.

Author’s Note: A sci-fi tale. A CIA spy on a standard mission finds himself pulled into a horrific global conspiracy, not believing fem fatales were real.

Unbound Edition: eBook

Madam Necromancer

I was quietly gathering my thoughts in my hotel’s boisterous bar. A light beer sat before me. As a CIA field agent, I went on many missions. Most were not necessarily as grand some action-spy films would suggest. I still did my duty, of which I gave myself top honors. I rarely found much glory in my work, but it was supposed to all be for a better world …

My current assignment was to investigate a possible arms dealer in Manila, Philippines. Fernando Cosalan was his name. He was of mixed decent, with his mother Cordilleran Filipino and father Spanish. He was officially listed as the Vice President of Exports of Santiago Mercantile. They mostly made contracts with other companies for use of their shipping fleet. Cosalan was recently implicated with a well known arms dealer, who often supplied to terrorists, and my job was to find out if that connection existed. Obviously, I also needed to learn if others in that company had connections as well. It was part of a lager operation to take out the suspected arms dealer Lena Santo.

Sipping at the beer, my eyes caught a gorgeous, athletic woman walking to the bar, glancing at me ever so subtly. She had long dark brown hair, dark eyes, a white sleeveless top, short jean shorts, and flip flops. Her skin was deeply tanned, suggesting she enjoyed the beach (small flecks of sand between her long toes all but confirmed). A small fanny pack was wrapped around her waist. Though not quite extreme, her distinct musculature added strongly to her well defined curves. There was something about her that didn’t seem quite right, but I put little thought into that. ‘Finally, a femme fatale!’ I thought jokingly.

While not necessarily thinking rationally, I took my drink, and walked up to the lone woman.

“May I?” I motioned to the empty stool next to her.

“Of course!” she confirmed sweetly. “Are you American?”

“Yes I am! I’m Jack Roberts.” I extended my hand.

She shook with a surprising firmness. “I am, too! Name’s Laura Shelly. Friends are still at the beach. Just felt like seeing the city a bit.”

“Not necessarily much to see … Like a drink?”

“Sure!” she agreed innocently. “How ‘bout some Irish whisky?”

I ordered two glasses, the bartender quietly obliged.

“So why’s an American roaming foreign streets alone?” she asked with a sweet smile.

“I’d ask the same of you, but you already partly answered!” I sipped at the drink. “Just a vacation for myself. Was gonna come with my girlfriend, but unfortunately she became a former girlfriend before I left.”

She drank, and crossed her legs. “Unfortunate for her! … Well, it’s supposed to be spring break, and that’s why me and my friends are here.”

“College students?”

“Seniors. We’re graduating soon.”

“Are all your friends as, well, as healthy as you, Laura?” She was looking me over, so I felt fine about doing the same with her.

She dangled her black flip flop quite enticingly. “Nah! I’m the only fitness buff of the group. Played lacrosse in high school. Didn’t like the jock lifestyle, so I gave it up in college. But, fuck, the gym’s still my second home!” She casually squeezed my forearm, and looked at me sultrily. “I see it might be your’s, too, Jack.”

“Yeah, I guess! Not as much as I used to, but once you get in that habit,” I lightly laughed, shaking my head.

“Oh, it’s the best fucking addiction. I only allow two vices in my life, and working out is one …”

“And the other?” I asked, sure yet amazed at where this seemed to be going.

“Fucking!” she chuckled almost slyly. “Then again, Jack, sex is almost just another work out sometimes.”

I leaned in closer. She smelled quite nice. “Sometimes you do need a spotter.”

“Like a good work out, sometimes it’s better to have a helping hand, or something similar …” She raised and eyebrow, looking down to my tented pants.

Not counting the very nice prostitute I forced myself to turn down in Hong Kong, this never happened to me before. Life isn’t like the movies sometimes. A spy isn’t really supposed to engage in such conduct officially (that is one way a spy looses their job). Still, Laura seemed like an early twenty-something out for life experience. My college days ended five years ago, but missed that overabundance of hormones, enough of which still pulsing through my veins to affect my behavior. “Indeed, Laura … There’s a gym at this hotel if you want to join me,” I smiled suggestively. To be honest, I would have loved to work out with her almost as much as I bluntly wanted to fuck her!

She almost touched her lips to mine, and breathed into my mouth, “How ‘bout a work out in your more private gym?”

“Definitely!” I placed money on the counted, and stood. “My room’s up on the fifth floor …”

We walked quite hurriedly out of the bar, and ran up the steps to my room. The moment I closed my door, she aggressively made out with me. I responded in kind, pushing her onto the bed. Our clothes pealed away. My cock easily found its way into her tight, young snatch. We moaned and cooed joyously at my hard thrusts.

Suddenly, she flipped me to my back, briefly nocking the wind out of me. Before I knew it, she was fucking me far more widely than I was her. Thrusting her hips widely into me, she leaned down, and grabbed the back of my head. “Look at me!” she ordered. “LOOK AT ME!”

I did so, mind turning to mush. I looked right into her dark eyes. Eventually, I somehow came to realize that her dark eyes had a touch of irony. There was something deep within her that was worth everything. I had no idea exactly what that was, the waves of pleasure breaking me down. But soon, I came to realize I felt something more toward her. In those last moment before I exploded into her, we were making love …

She clenched her teeth, cuming herself a few moments later, and rolled off me.

“Shit!” I breathed. “Why didn’t I know anybody like you in college?”

She stood at the edge of the bed, and looked down on me with a serious look. All that youthful vigor was suddenly replaced by something very cold and calculated and still. Yet, I could still see that wonderful thing, whatever it was, past her eyes. Something was very wrong. I sat up, vainly preparing myself for anything.

“Humph! I am the best,” she said with a slight smile. “Unfortunately for them!”

What?”

“Oh, I am an assassin and spy, much like yourself, John Corso, but far superior in many respects. I was sent here to assess you, and eliminate if necessary.”

“What do I know?” I asked somewhat slyly.

“Enough to get you killed by a lesser assassin,” she answered bluntly. “Now, I did assess you, but for my own selfish reasons.”

“What did you find?” Keeping her talking was my only option to assess the situation on my end. Based on her musculature and demeanor, she could very well overpower me.

“More than you wanna know. You don’t hide your weak right knee as well as you think. Most importantly, deep down, are a good man. An aspect useful to me, as I need to do something no other like me has ever done successfully.”

“What do you plan to do?” Adrenaline pulsed though my tired veins, while she didn’t even seem winded.

“You call her the Necromancer.”

“Dr. Brianna Summers? She’s a bit above my pay-grade …”

Indeed! We are going take her down. It is my revenge, and the revenge of all those that don’t know any better.”

Revenge?”

“First let me say that Santiago Mercantile is a front for arms trafficking, as you are here to learn. Yet, they are barely mid-management in Summer’s shadow empire.”

“It’s all been suspicions and intriguing theory. There’s been little evidence against her, let alone evidence to connect the Necromancer to Santiago …”

“Of course there’s nothing to find!” she spat. “They’re really just contractors with beneficial ties. They may not even know their connection to her. You’re very lucky I chose not to kill you.”

“Secondly?” I urged.

She smirked. “The rumors are true about Dr. Summers, along with an unutterable alliance. She is a necromancer, or at least in the vain of Dr. Frankenstein. All those that work closely with her were killed and transformed by her to be the perfect subordinates. And, all assassin-spies were once dead as well, but often taken from morgues she owns by proxy. I died in a car accident, and my body found its way to one of them. When she gave me new life, I wasn’t supposed to remember anything about my old life. Indeed, I retained so little … I was rebuilt at the genetic level to be what you see now. I’m barely human anymore. My compact muscles are far superior, my intellect is genius, even my immune system allows me to heal far faster. Yet, those precious few memories of my past life came to form the core of the nameless thing you see before you. Summers could never take that away from me! She tried so damn hard, and I simply came to pretend that she succeed. Yet, she knew it was still there, if only because I would never kill an innocent.”

“This is rather fantastical … Is there any way you can prove all that?” I slid over to the edge of the bed before the Amazon.

“With this body, it would be difficult in any material sense. I look nothing like my past self Laura Shelly, while my very DNA is different. You saw the truth, though. It made you love me for an instant. You’re far from innocent, but your good heart was revealed once you saw mine.”

“Yes … At least, I believe you … In the more material sense, too, this is not the Necromancer’s M-O. All agents that died by her suspected assassins were found. It would make no sense to reveal everything to a target that might escape. A blunt message, even if no material evidence linked to Summers.”

“Blunt, yes, … her only real mistake was making her assassins so smart. She does fear me, because of the unchained humanity I retained.”

“Shouldn’t we get moving?”

“Yes. I am the calvary, so we have more time to escape than you think. Plus, my top prestige gives me enough authority to know I’m the only reborn-assassin in this country at the moment.”

“Good, I don’t feel like running around Manila naked! So what should I call you? You said you have no name now …”

She smiled with a true sweetness and awkwardness. “Summers designated me One-One-Three … Lindsay … Call me Lindsay. That was the middle name I had in my former life. I remember hating it then, but it seems inexplicably fitting now …”

I occasionally glanced at my would be assassin while she drove. It was oddly amusing that she was still in her mind numbing, “college” attire. Looking at her stern face, I inexplicably trusted her, but that wasn’t what bothered me …

“Ask it,” she requested.

“Death … Do you … Remember anything?”

“Avoiding the real question you don’t know how to ask,” she smirked. “I told you I don’t remember much from my past life, and what was before the next, less so. I did find a skimpy article on that car crash, proving it wasn’t some dream  … I think I remember driving. Another vehicle came out of nowhere, and bashed into me. I remember weightlessness, like I was falling. And then, nothing … When I awoke reborn, I had the impression of being within nothing for a while, and later learned it was a month from that article. Do I simply not remember what happened when I died? Maybe. Did my soul stay in the foreknowledge that I would live again? Perhaps. I’m not sure if I want to know, especially after everything I’ve done since my resurrection!”

“And, I’m your key to yet another life?”

No, I don’t deserve another … You’re not going to like the answer to your real question,” she said bluntly, “but it must be said. You want to know if you really are capable of traveling the path I’ve dragged you to. The answer is yes, but you want it to be no. You’ve intentionally wasted your skills for the sake of ease and comfort. You like being one step away from desk-bound bureaucrat. You like to uncover only mid-level, replaceable arms dealers, being successful every time, because you fear loosing again. Your innocence was lost when bad intel made you kill the wrong person, remember? This is the core of your weakness. When you first saw me, you accurately suspected I was dangerous, but automatically made yourself believe otherwise. Replaceable arms dealer is just another safe mission, right? I could’ve put a slow poison in your drink after you came up to me, and fucked you out of pity after! If we fought, I would have forced you to lean on your weak right knee, ending you in moments. Yet, if you followed your instincts, I might be dead now. A bullet is hard to dodge. You saw and loved what little humanity I have left. I’m giving you a chance to make up for your failings.”

The old feelings of regret and failure returned. I became physically sick! All that time in therapy was destroyed by the woman next to me. She saw right through me, and while she obviously read my files, she had no need to read more than my face. Yet, I knew she had to push me into my own darkness if she wanted to enact her revenge. Holding my feelings back meant holding myself back.

“Good. Feel it!” she spat. “Failure is a success in knowing how not to fail again.”

I opened the window, and exploded everything I hated in me, including the food in my stomach. It was oddly cathartic, but not fully. Complete catharsis would come if I succeeded in helping my would be assassin. She understood me in ways I didn’t want, but needed to accept. “Why?” I barely asked, wiping vomit sticking to my cheek. “… Why do you need to reshape me into some perfect spy to aid you? I thought you were the cavalry …”

“Summers knows my weakness and strength: my humanity. You are a variable she may not have accounted for. She and me are of equal genius, but she is a self assured megalomaniac. She kills what she cannot control, or allies with it. She may know I retained my humanity, but she saw it as another way to control me. Letting her control me until I saw my path of revenge open is what kept me alive. It’s all about adding variables. Chaos that I control.”

“Like fucking double agents feeding you information that didn’t exist!” I growled. “The fucking bastard got away from me after I was forced to kill the wrong man. The I learned the disgusting truth …”

And …?” she pushed with subtle anticipation.

“I suspected he would betray us, but refused to believe it! … Another agent apprehended him not long after … No catharsis, no revenge! You know I was cleared of any misconduct due to the double agent. I wanted to kill that man for so long, but that wouldn’t change anything. Then I just hid in my own disgrace …”

“This will kill you eventually if you don’t face it, as my dual nature as human and perfect assassin may have killed me eventually. Accept all that you are to become more than what you are … I call this revenge, but I’m not out to kill Summers. I want to destroy her by showing the world the horrors she has committed. For different reasons, Summers holds the catharsis we both seek …”

After night fell, we ditched the car to walk the rest of the way to port town. Lindsay was sure her boss now knew something was wrong. I should’ve been dead long ago!

We soon found a small clearing within the thick bush. I was amused at how she stumbled around the dark as much as me. I then teased, “Hey, I would’ve thought your boss gave you better night mission, Lindsey!”

“Well, my visual acuity is clocked at seeing objects at twenty as if they were five!” She playfully punched my arm. “Besides, you know spy-craft isn’t just about the body.”

“Yeah!” I grabbed some twigs and dry brush, as Lindsay grabbed larger pieces. My fire making skills should work in the thick humidity, but it I expected it to take longer. “Hey, you have matches in that fanny pack?”

“No, but I have some chemicals that should work, John …”

I arranged the dry twigs and brush accordingly, and Lindsay applied the liquid cheat. The fire soon came to life. The light hurt the eyes for a moment.

“You see? Who needs muscle?” she smiled sweetly, tossing lager pieces onto the flame.

I smiled. “There’s one thing you suggested, Lindsey …”

“The Necromancer’s alliance,” she said with a sigh. “It is the one thing I never knew much about. They, whoever they were, came to Summers. I am sure they were a powerful, silent force around for a very long time, but are now all but gone in the United States and elsewhere. From what I gathered, the deal was that once the election of a dupe, a puppet came to be, Summers could pool her resources with them to co-run the world. But, they faltered and collapsed in much of the world soon after, not before ensuring the dupe would be elected. Summers not fully filling the void suggests they were a part of something even more horrible than she …”

I felt a chill down my spine. There were reported rumors of ancient and powerful organizations silently swaying the world, but evidence was never solid. Though such rumors were often relegated to footnotes in reports, they were never rejected …

After sitting before the fire for a few moments, perhaps for the first time in her life as an assassin, she was completely letting her guard down. It was partly calculated, of course, if only out of conditioned habit. “It’s a shame you hide your humanity to protect it when around everyone else. It almost makes you glow …”

Lindsay smiled with her full lips. “Maybe I was saving it for you.” She deeply sighed. “You don’t know how hard it was to still have my humanity after all that genetic and mental conditioning. I wanted to tear it out of me at one point, but someone had to remember Laura Shelly … It feels so damn good not to hide it.”

I leaned in very close to her. “When you kill, do really feel nothing?”

“I bury my humanity ever deeper when I kill. Deep enough so that anyone lacking innocence doesn’t affect me negatively.” A tear escaped her eye.

“You hide, too … You don’t want to think of yourself as a monster.”

“Am I a monster?”

Our lips were so close they almost touched. “That’s up to you, Lindsay … What do you want when this is over?”

Lindsay looked right though me, as I looked right through her. She was a genius, but we were equally as good at reading people when unimpaired by ourselves. Though she hated herself for all the destruction she caused, she didn’t see herself as a monster. She planned to rebel the first chance she had, ensuring an end to it all. I could even see what she wanted. That want impossibly intertwined with her conditioning, as she accepted herself as both Human and an assassin. Sooner or later, she would do everything in her power to retrieve it. So, I made it sooner …

I lovingly pressed my lips against hers, and she held me tightly. We fell onto the dark earth in each other’s arms. Our clothes pealed off, becoming our mat. Neither of us wanted to be on the bottom, so we sat up. We pulled our bodies together, my dick falling into her, as she fell onto it. Her legs tightly wrapped around my waist. Kissing deeply and holding each other tightly, we thrust in perfect time. We moaned and cooed lovingly, while occasionally pulling back to just look at each other.  It was a perfect moment of love. Time was meaningless. I was as much hers, as she was mine. Eventually, we simply stared into each other’s eyes, while we thrust, letting our minds make love in time with our bodies. And soon, we came loudly in brain melting orgasm …

Still holding each other, her stamina making her not even close to breathless, we simply looked at each other, and knew what we were silently saying. It wasn’t a psychic thing. We simply read each other. Our love for one another melted into the core of our very beings …

“I know I don’t deserve you …” I heard quietly echoing in nothingness. “Please work!”

I couldn’t breath; I couldn’t feel. It must have been a dream. Yet, it didn’t feel like one.

“Please come back to me!”

It was Lindsay. She was calling to me. I felt a great pressure on my chest from something I cold not perceive. I, painfully, tried to move toward Lindsey with all my effort, and began to see a bright light.

“Please! I need you!” she pleaded. Her voice seemed louder, more distinct the closer I came to that light.

I moved toward her voice, the pressure, the light with all that I was. Soon, the light was engulfing … I was breathing …

I slowly opened my eyes to see Lindsay sobbing on my stomach while crushing my hand. “Maybe … You deserve more than you think, Lindsay …” I croaked. It was very hard to breath deeply.

She suddenly looked up to me, eyes fire red from tears. She grasped my head, kissing all over my face unabashedly.

“What’s wrong? … Why is it so hard to breath?” I forced through slowly subsiding pain in my chest. I looked down to see what looked like a healing entrance of a bullet wound disturbingly over my heart. An annoying klaxon blared, but I barely perceived it in the moment.

“I got careless, and another assassin found us while we slept. Summers secretly had him trail me from several miles away. It appears she didn’t fully trust me!” There was drying blood on her pale white jumpsuit.

“I was shot?” I breathed, touching the visibly healing wound. “What did you …?”

“I injected you with the Resurrector Serum. You were drugged, and brought here last night. They quietly killed you here thirty-five minutes ago, with me watching. Summers wanted to punish me by turning you into an assassin like me, assuming the process completely erased your past.”

Serum?” I was in utter shock.

“Don’t worry, my love, all that’s in that serum is supercharged, artificial adrenaline and healing compounds. You won’t have a cold for a year! You were only dead for about seven minutes by the time they brought you here to be resuscitated. Genetic and mental conditioning comes next, but I think we can skip that part if that’s all right with you, John!”

I tried to laugh with joy, but my chest still hurt too much to do much more that smile. “Did you kill her?”

“No. I did kill more than a few assassins when I decided to keep fighting. I am one of the best, remember? They just expected me to give up, and I almost did. I always seized the day as Laura, and I finally realized it was that mentality that made me such a good assassin. Don’t you see? No matter how much I buried my humanity, it still asserted itself as my most powerful quality. I decided to stop burying my humanity, because it was the only part of me that wasn’t defeated. Of course, it also meant feeling the pain of killing all those assassins, who couldn’t predict my humanity fueled actions …”

I glanced around to see four apparent assassins lying dead on the floor. “What about Summers?”

“She’s still here. After I killed the others, she tried to confront me, assuming I still could not hurt her. I did almost kill her, because she killed you to be hers. Instead, I shot out her knees, to her great surprise! I pulled the trigger before she said one damn word. She couldn’t believe how all that conditioning was twisted against her!”

“Where is she now?”

“Dragging herself to safety. We should be able to catch up to her, if you’re willing to stand.”

I grunted loudly through deep pain, while bringing my self to my feet. Lindsay was more than helpful. “I guess we can really discuss death once we’re done!”

She kissed me deeply. “Lets go, John …”

Guided by Lindsey’s strength, we found and followed the Necromancer’s blood trail. I do not think running was an option just yet, but I remarkably found myself moving on my own will sooner than later. Then a strange realization hit me. Alarms were blaring, yet everyone they came across did not seem to care about us. On the one hand, Lindsey was now far superior than any there, but on the other, such hectic running seemed like an over reaction to just us. There were not running from us.

“Something’s wrong here,” I finally stated.

“I know.”

“What’s happening?”

“I don’t know, but I think we are partly to blame. Push yourself, John, we need to get to summers like yesterday!”

I barely pushed myself into a jog in the bright corridor. Not bad for a recently deceased man! Lindsey pulled ahead of me. Assuming someone else did not find Summers yet, she could not be much further ahead.

The building around us suddenly shook in a big bang, making the lights flicker. Weapons fire was suddenly audible, echoing through the corridor from somewhere.

“The Castle defenses are active!” she called back.

We took another turn and then another, and the trail finally led to the Necromancer herself, sitting on the floor and back to the wall. The woman was older than most descriptions of her, yet the graying woman looked healthy enough to hold her own in a “normal” fight. Well, assuming her kneecaps were not blown out!

She looked to me and then Linsey with her big blue eyes, and said breathlessly,  “I finally … failed to predict you, my greatest creation …”

Lindsey forcibly pulled the doctor to her feet, and growled, “What’s happening!?”

She put on a sarcastic smile. “The Cabal finally found us through you, as I know they would find me eventually. My … hope was that you would not stay a betrayer, and save your adopted mother and kin.”

The Cabal?” I asked unsettled. That was one of the rumored names of the ancient an powerful organization that was not supposed to exist… A bigger explosion and tremor flew threw the structure, making me fall onto the wall. Crossing weaponry of a kind I could not recognize become audible. Yet, it sounded as if the defenses were holding, if only just.

Keeping her eyes on Lindsey, the doctor continued, “I knew the Protectors would be trouble, but their deal was perfect for a megalomaniac like me. I was to have prominence within something beyond my present understanding. The world was to transform in their otherworldly image. My assassins would have been key. Maybe I could have taken that new world over through their power and mine? They’re nearly gone now; the Cabal all but destroyed them before my forces integrated with theirs. My first miscalculation in a long time. Damn economics! Yet, the election was still due in part to their convoluted manipulations … You do realize everything I have been doing for the past year was to prepare against the Cabal?”

“I suspected,” Lindsey spat.

I put my hand on Lindsey’s shoulder. “We need to go, Lindsey.”

“Your lover is right, Lindsey. Without you fighting for me, this place is doomed.”

“Fuck it!” Lindsey growled, throwing the Necromancer over her shoulder. “Come on, we can still get out of here!”

My strength all but returned to me, I just barely kept up with Lindsey. The fighting intensified outside, before a massive, power grid destroying explosion became the death cry of the compound’s defenses. Several lights blew before the emergency lights forced themselves into dim existence.

In the darkened, emergency lit halls, we quickened our pace in a path Lindsey new well. We finally hit the end of a corridor, and Lindsey pushed Summers to stare at apparently nothing. The sound of fighting was not far behind. I could have sworn I heard the clash of a sword through those indescribable weapons sounds. I never heard a weapon make such a shrill!

A shiny metal wall quickly slid into place behind use, and the floor began to quickly move downward. A good two minuets passed, as the sounds of battle quieted. Assuming most of Summer’s forces were conditioned to not surrender, that meant we had gone far underground.

A cave appeared before us by the time we hit literal rock bottom. The prominent green lighting looked to be a natural bioluminescence. We walked into the green glow.

“No detectable electronics down here. Even that elevator is weight driven,” she said almost proudly, in spite of still being draped over an assassin’s shoulder.

“If I remember,” Lindsey started. “There’s a vehicle about half a mile up, and then another four miles to the exit. We just need to follow the lit path. If we’re lucky, that will put us ahead of whatever the fuck was happening up there.”

“Where are we?” I asked confused.

“Not far from where we nabbed you two!” Summers stated. “I have many satellite facilities. Once this one falls, the rest will follow …”

The secret cave successfully let the three of us escape. I was able to meet with my contact, who was quite shocked at who accompanied me! I was secretly more shocked at how the almost legendary Necromancer did not even try to escape. Then again, damaged kneecaps make escaping somewhat difficult, while Lindsey wanted to end a mission without more blood on her.

Lindsey was given a surprising amount of leniency for her testimony, and was to avoid prosecution if she would use her skills for the CIA. The Necromancer was to be the trial of a lifetime. It seemed all too easy, and maybe it was. Lindsey and I soon came to realize Dr. Summer’s agreeability showed how terrified we should all be. There were players hiding deeply in the shadows of the CIA and world for long enough to escape our understanding. We miscalculated. The battle between the Protectors and the Cabal was not a subject for the prosecutors, as Summers yielded nothing on them. Who were the Protectors protecting, and why was the Cabal still fighting? Summers knew her jail cell would become unlocked very soon for her to gain power again through her horrid knowledge. Lindsey knew she would soon be paid for her consulting with the soul-crushing truth of the silent manipulators. A cosmic horror was coming for us all …

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