I feel the warmth of her body tightly against me, as we undulate in our sensuously choreographed passion. My hands on her perfect ass pull her tight against me and as she screams…
At my home at Butte Inlet anchorage 5:10 am-JUNE 23, 2104
I awake with a twist in my stomach, my erection quickly going limp when I realize that we will never again have another orgasm together…I will never give her another enema...I will never be able to enjoy her lovely ass again. It has been nearly 12 years since Maureen was killed by the pirates that attacked the small cruise ship in the inland passage and since the day that I found out what happened, I swore that I would make it my mission in life to sink or burn to the waterline every pirate or smuggler that I could find! I can’t go back to sleep and I will not lay here and wallow in sorrow and self-pity. The only way that I can keep the desperate loneliness that often engulfs my spirit when I wake up from dreaming about her from driving me insane is to immerse myself completely in my mission.
I feel better after a hot shower and with a cup of coffee in my hand I begin to scan the night’s drone recordings. Looking at 8 split screens, I scan them all for movement on the water and then zoom in. Only the very wealthy can afford diesel powered boats these days because of the high cost of the fuel and the even higher cost of the carbon credits that it takes to allow you to even buy the fuel. There are a few intercostal freighters plying the waters…my mind wonders to last night’s dream. I was getting lonely; although I had dated a few women over the last five years, most were just too vanilla to keep me interested so they didn’t interest me…or honestly…even when I thought I might have found a diamond in the rough, most didn’t want anything to do with this lifestyle. I had thought about giving it all up and going back to work. Suddenly movement catches my eye…a high speed corvette style littoral attack vessel running behind an island on an intercept course with a costal freighter, most certainly unarmed. I zoomed out to mark the position and tagged the corvette with a “P” icon so that the closest drone automatically began to scan for it and track it. SHIT! The action was unfolding in Queen Charlotte Sound just northwest of the Scott Islands. That was at the extreme range of my surveillance abilities, not to mention sailing time. DOMINATRIX is a wide hulled vessel powered by a 120 foot high vertical wing, but even at twenty knots, I had little chance of an interception at this range…unless…damn the more people that saw me do this in close quarters, the more I will become the target of intense scrutiny that I don’t want. Ah the hell with it, I wanted to make best possible speed to the area regardless of the consequences.
I was underway within 20 minutes of identifying the pirates and three nautical miles down the inlet and I was making 18 knots. I made a radio call that was a Hail Mary, “Coastal Freighter, Coastal Freighter that is 3 miles northwest of Hope Island; you are facing possible pirate attack from just behind the Scott Islands; suggest you reverse course. This is Dominatrix, over!” Not anymore wind down the inlet and under sail 18 knots was best possible, however, this speed was just barely fast enough to engage my greatest invention and one that I would one day reveal to the world-the first practical Magneto Hydrodynamic Drive propulsion system for surface vessels (theory and schematics will be explained and shown to the reader at a more convenient time in this story). Dominatrix rapidly accelerated to 40 knots and rose up on her twin bilge keel canards that act as hydrofoils; the only part of the hull still in the water is the intake nacelle. Even though the wing sail had been hydraulically stowed amidships, at this speed there is still enough apparent wind to heel her over so I had to “motor-sail”, which meant slightly tacking. These waters are full of rocks and reefs, so navigation at these speeds is an intense process. I hope that anybody that sees me at this speed thinks that I’m a high performance racing sailor-ya right and all the combat weaponry is purely defensive-right! Checking the drone feed, the coastal freighter had reversed course and was trying to make a run for it on the ebbing tide. That was just as well, since I had no problem bucking the flood at this speed and that means that we’ll close quicker, I am thinking; but I was still a little more than an hour away at my present speed. I opened the throttles on the MHD to what I thought I could safely live with (or through) and in 20 minutes DOMINATRIX was flying through the water at 53 knots; the MHD was stripping free electrons from the water so fast that she screamed out hydrogen and chlorine gas cavitation from her twin thrusters.
I watched the action unfold before me on the drone feed and it was clear that the freighter was no match for the corvette, but I was not yet in weapons range; I needed another 10 miles for a missile strike. Yet I was already forming a tactical picture of the strike. “All batteries you are weapons free. Stand by for further orders.” I ordered; it looks like the corvette has a point defense system, so I am planning to overwhelm it with 6 STILLETTOS stacked on top of one another 5 seconds apart. When I got tone from the fire control console, I lit off the 6 missiles and then I gave the command “Fire as your guns bare” and in unison came the 4 robotic voice synthesizers, “By your Command”. Seconds later the port 20 mm Gatling gun made a long deafening hiss and as tens of thousands of empty brass rounds were expelled overboard, the port 40 mm long rifle barked in rapid succession, all as the corvette was desperately trying to fend off the 6 STILLETTOS. Our first two missiles were knocked down, the 3rd malfunctioned or was destroyed in the explosion of the second, but the last 3 hit the target hard, and then I saw one person leap into the sea and begin to swim just seconds before the gun fire shredded the corvette’s hull. After secondary explosions and with the whole hulk engulfed in fire, I ordered, “Cease fire! All batteries cease fire and safe your weapons!” I slowed down and took the MHD off line…I was a sailor again. The freighter slowed and made a wide slow turn and over the radio I heard, “I don’t know how to thank you Captain Mackleroy, those pirates would have killed us all for our cargo. I have three wounded that I need to get to the hospital in Port McNeill, but if you come by the Pier Pub tonight; I guarantee that you won’t be able to buy a drink!” I called back, “I may be there later Skipper, but I saw one go in the water during our initial assault and I’m going to see if I can find him”.
The engagement area was just 3 miles south of the Storm Group (islands) and it looked as though the swimmer headed south. I didn’t expect to find anybody alive, because hypothermia would have killed them is less than 30 minutes, but I was curious about what might be on the body so I looked through high powered gyroscopically stabilized and mounted 20 X 70 binoculars scanning the water. Movement! Is that the damned swimmer? Huh-still going strong! Curious, I jibed DOMINATRIX and began to follow the swimmer aiming to catch him in the next 10 minutes. 3 orcas suddenly appeared in my binoculars heading directly for the swimmer-not good. I tightened up the wing and accelerated trying to the head off the orcas, but they were closing in fast and they had absolutely no fear of me. I set the camera onto the bino-set, opened the digital view finder and watched it as I recorded the event, which was fortuitous because what happened next was totally incredulous. The swimmer went hyper-frenetic and began to resemble a torpedo. I thought he was actually was using a diving sled or sea scooter and the swimmer was actually pulling away from me and seemed to be heading for a 2 acre flat rock covered with scrub brush called Herbert Island. Sailing at 15 knots, I watched from a quarter mile away as the swimmer came out of the water, hauled herself? It was a woman that hauled herself up the rocky bank to a low lying flat area covered with foliage and collapsed and then did not move.
I pulled up on the leeward side and opened up the wing flaps causing the wing to stall and then set the nav-bot to hover there with bow and stern thrusters. Then I grabbed my favorite personal weapon, the AA-12 drum fed combat shotgun and two spare drums; because when you absolutely, positively, have to kill every mangy scumbag in the entire area-accept no substitute! And after watching that display of raw athleticism, I wanted overwhelming firepower, regardless of who she might be. I lowered the inflatable, got in and switched on the electric outdrive and scooted into a shallow depression and dragged it up and made the painter fast to a log stuck in the rocks. I stepped out, my weapon at port, safety off and the selector switch set to full auto and headed cautiously to where I saw the swimmer collapse.
Moving slowly over solid rock, I can see that the sparse vegetation is clinging tenaciously for a toehold on this barren rock but I stop now, as I see her body lying face up in low scrub and grass about 100 feet away and she isn’t moving. Never the less, my approach is aimed at coming in behind her to maximize my advantage and minimize any potential surprise she might have for me. I stop again about 6 feet away from her to look her over. She doesn’t look like a pirate, I thought but then I had to chuckle to myself. What did I expect her to look like? After all, this is the 22nd century not the 17th. She is beautiful, I thought…and really put together…I slowly came within 2 feet of her and aimed my weapon at her head, as I called out in a commanding voice, “Can you hear me?” Nothing moved…then her eyes moved about and then locked onto me but there was absolutely no other physical movement as she just stared at me. Then I head an eerie faint but unmistakable voice synthesizer in a slow methodical cadence, “AA-12 Combat Shotgun is a gas operated air-cooled fully automatic weapon; fully loaded capacity 20 round drum; fully loaded weight 13 pounds; maximum effective range 300 yards; cyclic rate of fire 300 rounds per minute…please do not shoot…I mean you no harm…I was captured by them…please help me. Power…if you do not charge me I will be irreparably damaged. My charging cable is in my backpack."
Suddenly I realized that this was a sentient android; I was somewhat shocked because I had never heard of such a thing and most people thought that it was impossible. I neutrally inquired, “Who are you…what are you?” She spoke, but her lips did not move, “I can tell that you are a good man. I am going to close now. If I am not charged in the next 12 hours, I will cease to function…forever. I will activate a short holographic projection for you. Remember, I only have 12 hours.” Then a red and blue holographic projection emitted from her eyes and as I read it I knew that my life would probably never be the same again.
Empathically Nascent Enhanced Metamorphically Autonomous-Sexually Transformable Artificial Being
Power Pack:1024 synthetic tissue-cellular membranes consisting of high power cesium-cadmium-bromine surrounded by liquid gallium all in series, then parallel with 1024 electrochemical membranes consisting of compressed iodine ions encased in a flexible copper-fluoride sac.
Maximum Charge rate: 240v@100a for a maximum of 250 minutes.
Total power available for output at maximum charge: 6 megawatts
Maximum discharge rate: 50kw for 15 minutes = 49.3 HP for 15 min.
Sustained discharge rate: 2kw (approx. 2 HP)
Normal human mimic discharge: 4,000 calories/day = 2.46kw/day
Security: Power Pack is fully enclosed in the abdomen and encased in layers of Dragon Skin© liquid coolant that are encased in layers of flexible bio-plasticized armor-Bio-Plast©
Energy Transmission: Energy is transferred to all of the 8,192 silent servo-drives located thought the body via bio-medical microelectronic circuit coils. Energy Transmission to the central bio-mechanical brain system: Macro bundle of 2400 microelectronic circuit coils running up through the central spine with 30,000 micro bio electronic nanowires connecting tactile sensors on the extremities and bio-electrical-mechanical sexual pleasure centers.
Central Brain complex and brain stem system: Executive functions and cognitive control are formed in, around, and shared between 10 interwoven multiphasic quantum bio-microelectronic supercomputers that provide ENEMA-STAB with real time capabilities of reasoning and complex problem solving, personality and interpersonal skills, while the brainstem elements provide all required autonomic functions including internal functions, reflex functions, balance, and temperature control.
Then the message was gone and the ENEMA-STAB was still…completely still. Whatever this was, I quickly realized that it was a capital asset worth way more money than I have ever seen before, many millions at least, perhaps more. Yet, whoever devised that acronym must have been had a perverted side! I instantly resolved that once I got back to Butte Inlet and home, I would certainly have to consider all my options. I tried picking her up and she weighed about what I would have expected a fully developed 5’10’’ woman would and I hefted her into a fireman’s carry and headed for the tender. Getting into the boat and getting her back to DOMINATRIX was easy, but getting her dead weight aboard in the heaving afternoon swell proved much more difficult and I almost lost her twice. Once I got her below and got her stowed I had a dilemma to resolve and that was that I was more than 12 hours from home under sail and I would have to charge up the capacitor bank again before the MHD would work without failing at speed. I thought about Port McNeill and how close it was and decided to pay for a slip and power for a night so that I could make the trip home in the morning. That way I could provide the ENEMA-STAB with a full charge to her specifications tonight.