5: Interoggatory

Dossier ID: Hannah Li Hair: Black/with blond streaks Eyes: Blue-green Height: 162cm Mass: 58kg Age: 19 Birth Date: 2150.10.13

While visors had been around since the days of Google, they current incarnation of them didn’t become popular until the early 22nd century, along with the brain interface. Originally designed as a pair of sunglasses, or as a wrap-around torc (which didn’t cover the eyes), the Initech Visor was a subcutaneous device, using nano-transmitters to communicate with users and their environment. The fact they were called ‘visors’ was just an artifact of their origins.

The early designs were slow and only capable of low resolution displays controlled by eye movements, or a separate wireless hand-held pointer. Current devices can be trained to respond to a large variety of movements and sub-vocalizations, while the top of the line models respond to mental commands. Everything from toys, entertainment devices, or vehicles can be controlled directly by these devices. More complex systems can be maintained and manipulated by using visors to communicate with the AIs installed on those systems to pass messages, reports, and commands back and forth.

Right now, Martin Ernst was annoyed with his visor. It kept blinking with an important but not vital message from Mistress Mara. She was one of the other members of the Triumvirate who ran the de Sade. She was sending the message over and over, interrupting both his vision and, more importantly, his sex. He wafted it aside with a flick of his fingers and then put a temporary block on her address. She could only override it with an urgent message, something he was sure she would only do in a real emergency.

He certainly had more important things to do. Namely Hannah, a spy posing as a slave who he was currently pulling across the floor of his quarters. She was on her feet, stumbling a bit as he moved more quickly than she could easily keep up. In her defense, she was weak from the multiple orgasms he’d given her earlier.  However, he needed to know some things. Like who she was working for, how they bypassed the de Sade’s security and what her pussy felt like as he took it without mercy.

In order to get on the de Sade you had to pass a psychological evaluation that confirmed your ability to consent and your honesty in that consent. Different groups: governments, religious groups and competitors all tried to slip spies in amongst the “non-Citizen permanent residents” or, as they truly were, the consensual slaves. They rarely succeeded because in order to pass the evaluation, they had to really want to be consensual slaves. They had to desire the treatment they would get here. That kind of person rarely made a good spy, particularly when the people they were spying on could meet their most secret and terrible desires.

Hannah Li, the woman he was dragging into the bedroom claimed the desire to be taken against her will. By joining the permanent residents she gave a shallow, if tacit approval to be used that way. Maybe she hadn’t meant it, until he’d done it; but of course the examination knew better.  Knew what she wanted and was willing to have done to her; otherwise she wouldn’t be there at all. Knowing that he’d pushed her against his wall, where she quivered in excitement, her kimono in tatters around her waist. And now he was dragging her to his bed to discover her secrets and have his way with her.

Again and again.

He pulled her onto his bed, and lifted the magnetic cuffs so they slipped in a hook he’d installed in the wall above his bed. She kicked at him, and he grabbed her ankle. He smiled to himself. She was conflicted: she wanted him to make her come, but she didn’t want him to do it. So she fought back. That was good for him, too.

He pulled a spreader bar from the toy box beneath the foot of his bed. Using the cuffs at either end of the bar, he attached it to her ankles. A bit of chain, holding the bar to the bed, kept her from twisting and turning too much and definitely kept her from kicking. “I hope you don’t mind the chains, dear Hannah,” he said. “But silk rope is hard to get out here, and I like to reserve it for more sensual applications.” As he spoke, he ran his hand up her side, and touched her breasts.

They were nice breasts, with piercings through the nipples that matched the ones he now noticed on her outer labia. There was also a serpent tattoo (“Eastern Dragon”, his visor told him, tagging it as a point of interest), which started between her breasts, and ended somewhere near her pussy. He had been a bit rushed and horny when he’d first taken her, and now that she was filled with his come, he paid more attention to the way she looked.

Her long black and bleached-white hair was worn braided and spiraled atop her head, and was held in place with a couple of hairsticks. The hairdo was fraying about the edges, but not as bad as the kimono which he’d torn down, largely to see her reaction. It was high time that was removed. He slid into bed beside her. Propped up on his left, he teased her nipples. They hardened under his fingers and he said, “Ready to tell me who you work for?”

She shook her head.

“You will, you know,” he said. She looked at him, fear in her eyes. He could tell she knew it, too.

He pulled the kimono apart, and out from under her. The red dragon tattoo ran around her body twice, before the tail ended somewhere in the dark hair around her pussy. He traced the parts that he could see with his fingers stopping at her pussy.  He slid his hand over it, and hovered his middle finger over her entrance.

“Don’t come,” he ordered. “Not until I say you can. And I won’t say you can until you give me what I want.” He slid his finger between her wet folds, using her rings to spread her outer lips. She gasped as he teased her clit. She was biting her lip to keep from coming. “This part would be easier for you, if you didn’t really like it,” he said. She glared at him, and he teased her clit with his finger while watching lust fill her eyes. She looked away again when he laughed.

“Like I want you to make me come,” she said through gritted teeth.

“Oh, I’m not trying to make you come,” Martin replied.

“No? What do you call this then?” Hanna asked.

“I’m trying to make you beg me to come,” he said. “It’s more interesting that way, isn’t it?”

“Fuck you!” she said, but he watched as her nipples got hard, and a flush worked its way down her chest.

He teased her, and listened to her breathing, as she got close, he backed away. He lowered his lips to her breast, teasing her nipples and pulling on the ring with her teeth. When she got close again, he said, “Don’t,” he cautioned and bit her nipple. Her breath drew in sharply, and she began muttering.

“Alpha Centauri, Andromeda, Aquarius, Beta Centauri, Betelgeuse, Cancer, Cassiopeia, Crab Nebula, Cygnus…” He laughed.

“You forgot Canis Majoris,” he said. She glared at him, and he returned his mouth to her nipple, and teased her clit even more furiously. He slid his hand forward, and hooked his middle finger inside of her, feeling for the rough place which was her G-spot.

“Oh, yes.” she said.

“Want to come?” he asked.

“No.”

“Oh, that’s too bad,” he said. “I was going to make you come and then I was going to fuck you again, while I teased your breasts. You like that don’t you?” He pulled a ring with his teeth and she gasped. “Don’t you?”

“Damn it. Yes.”

“Just tell me who you work for. I’ll let you come.” He sucked her breast into his mouth, teasing the nipple with his tongue. He could feel her wetness around his finger as he teased, fucking her with his hand and massaging her G-spot on the deeper thrusts.

“Ya-Yamato,” she whispered.

“What?” Martin asked. “What did you say?”

“Yamato Industries. It’s,” she paused to gasp as he fucked her with his hand. “Who I work for.”

“Very good,” he said, licking her nipple. “Ready?”

“Yes.”

“Ask me.” She stared at him blankly. “Ask me for what you want.”

“Fuck you, Master.” She replied. He stopped fucking her pussy with his hand. This was what he wanted: her complicity. He knew it was what she wanted too, and that she hated the truth of it. He bit her nipple and pulled on the ring with his teeth. She moaned and tried to grind her hips into his hand.

“Ask me,” he demanded.

“Let me come,” she whimpered. “Please let me come.”

“And?”

“And fuck me. Please let me come, and fuck me. Please?” The last was plaintive and begging. Martin smiled to himself in victory.

He pushed his fingers back inside her and moved them in and out. “Okay,” he said. “Come.”

She did, crying out, and clamping down on his hand. “Good girl, you’re such a good girl,” he said letting irony into his voice. “Coming on demand already.” Deep in the throes of her orgasm, she ignored him.

When her cunt let go of his hand, he got up and unhooked the spreader bar from the foot of the bed. Using it to lift her legs, he slid between them, his cock pointing to his ultimate goal. He sighed in pleasure as he parted her wet pussy, and pushed all the way inside her.

“That’s good,” he said. “I love to fuck sluts. Especially ones who say they don’t want it, but beg for it anyway.” He pressed the bar forward, folding her in two, and pushed even deeper inside of her. “Enemies especially,” he whispered. “Ones like you who will be hurt and punished and taken again and again. And you will beg for it. For the orgasms and for the pain.”

Her head tossed back and forth as she muttered, “No, no, no,” under her breath. He fucked her, grabbing her breasts with his hand, mauling them as he pounded in and out of her. And then she was coming, faster than he suspected, probably sooner than she thought and he quickly followed her into orgasm, depositing a second load of come inside her.

He collapsed next to her, and his visor demanded his attention one more time. Angrily, he dismissed it again. Mara was obviously being petulant with some new perversion, and while he’d normally join her in it, he had his own new perversions to consider. He looked down at Hannah, she was out of it for a moment, allowing him to catch his breath.

Maybe it was time for her to do more of the exertions here, he thought. He lifted the cuffs from the wall, sent the command to unlock them through his visor, and pulled her hands behind her, and cuffed them back together. He removed the spreader bar, just attaching one leg to each corner of the bed. It wouldn’t limit her movement, or keep her from kicking him, but it’d keep her in the bed. There were guards to call anyway, should she remain violent.

He suspected, however, she would continue to be the agent of her own demise.

He lay down on his back beside her, on his back, one arm under her head. She muttered and cuddled against him. He played with one of her nipple rings, twisting and turning it, pulling it out from his body. She made little whining and whimpering sounds, but didn’t pull away from him. It gave him ideas for future interrogations, and revived his cock back to full hardness.

“It’s time for you to do the work,” he said. She grinned at him in a way that disarmed and infuriated him. He pulled on her nipple rings and her grin became a lustful smile. She had some difficulty moving with her arms behind her, but she was able to climb atop him. Her chest pointed out at him, and he raised his hands to her breasts.

She hit her rhythm and began controlling her speed. Content to let her set the pace for now, Martin played with her out-thrust breasts. She stopped, grinding against hem, then started again. The grin returned, sly and domineering. He squeezed her breasts, and the expression didn’t go away. He squeezed harder, and she just resumed riding him.

Getting angry with her impetuousness, he reached out and pulled and twisted her nipples. “Ouch,” she complained, but the grin didn’t fade.

“What?” he barked at her.

“Three things,” she said, continuing to ride him. “First, you really should have asked why Yamato sent me, not just who I work for. You might have anticipated things if you had.”

His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them as she rode him. “Anticipated what things?”

“That brings me to the second, thing,” she said squeezing his cock with the muscles of her pussy. “You should have realized that you aren’t the only one who can afford a high-quality visor; nor should you have discounted that some of us are better at hacking them.”

The magnetic cuff unlatched with an audible click, and she was a blur of motion, raising her hands to her hair.  She pulled out the hair sticks and shook out her spiral bun. He was momentarily blinded by the cascading black and blond hair, but was just able to move his arms to grab her wrists as she pressed the sharp metal hair sticks against his neck.

The angle of his arms was awkward; she had a much better position. It was all he could to hold her wrists back. All she needed was another half inch or so, and she’d be able to plunge the spear-like hair sticks into his jugular. And she still rode his cock, slowly, enticingly, enjoying herself, and arousing him.

“I know, I know,” she said. “I ‘won’t get away with it.’ You can summon the guards with your visor, and while I might be able to read the message, I can’t intercept it. But that brings me to the third thing you’ve forgotten, and my real reason for being here.

“You’ve been getting urgent messages from Mistress Mara since Lord Bruce left. She couldn’t warn you of me, of course, but the contents do pertain to my mission. You really should read it. Now.”

His shoulders were tiring, so after sending the message to his guards, he opened the urgent missive. The video slid into his field of vision, filling it, and Mara’s voice came over the audio channel.

“I think you’ll be interested in this,” she said. “We could hunt her together.” The video began to play showing two women, one obviously older than the other, dressed as a spaceship pilot. The younger girl was dressed in semi-fashionable clothing, but that’s not what drew his gaze to her. She was exquisite, long red hair, and a curvy body that rivaled Hannah’s. The camera panned and zoomed focusing on the red-haired, full figured girl.

The two women were walking along a dock on a station somewhere. As she moved the camera got a better view of her, her face filled it. A perfect smile, and green, green eyes. He froze the video, leaving it in his full field of vision. He could feel the tips of the hair sticks pressing against his neck, but his arousal grew from looking at the video still. He held Hannah’s arms, using it as leverage as he pounded into her.

Under the image a caption appeared. “Girl #16180,” he read aloud, grunting as he fucked Hannah.

“Yes,” Hannah said. “She’s a clone. A perfectly submissive sex clone.” She held herself still as he fucked her.

With the vision of Girl #16180 in his visor, he restarted the video. Her movements were graceful and sexual. The vision of her filled him with lust, and the desire to possess. He lost himself to the feelings of danger and lust.

As he came hard inside of Hannah, she said, “That’s what we thought.”

He collapsed back and she rode him, grinding against his cock, bringing herself to a quick, final orgasm before the guards entered the room./p>