Butte Inlet Compound; My bedroom, 4:20 pm June 26, 2104
The one undeniable thing about this kind experience, no matter what type of sexuality you attach to it: It is an experience that you never-ever forget. Accentuated by the link that Cassandra had made with my mind, I felt really good; ecstatic actually! But oddly enough, I was not ready to have pure sex just yet, although I was horny. I wanted more of a connection with her; me, and my cock were going to have its way with her and we were not going to be denied. The only questions were how and when? However, my task was before me and I lifted her legs, one at a time over my shoulders and I began to lick her slit and suckle the hood of her clitoris, which had yet to make an appearance. Even as I endeavored to give her my best, she cradled my head in both of her hands and I realized that she was supporting me so that my neck would not get tired. Oh I wanted to believe…I needed to believe! She began to moan, though like nothing I had ever heard before. I really wanted to believe. “Oh Mack, that feels so good!” I heard her utter and it spurred me on. I became aware that her clitoral hood was becoming engorged so I worked that over more and more. She was building up to what seemed like an impending orgasm. Her taste was not like a human woman, but she has chosen well. She tasted very pleasant. I was now aware that her clitoris was now engorged to the size of the first digit of my index finger and I began to tease it; to suck on it like I had the nipples of her breasts. Her orgasm was building; she was panting to try to cool down, but she kept building. Then it happened; she involuntarily pressed my head into her, as her torso rose up and lifted her vulva into me, crying out, “Oh yes…yes!” Her clitoris was now about 30 mm long and it pulsed as she moaned and writhed in her sensuous pleasure. She lifted each leg off of my shoulder and I arose and came up to hold her. She was silent, almost in a trance and I realized that she was processing, decimating, and cashing her experiences. I kissed her and just laid there a while until I needed to get up and go to the toilet.
I came back into the bedroom to find Cassandra reading a book as she sat on the edge of the bed; it was one of Maureen’s books, ‘The Art of Giving Yourself to Him’. As I approached, I said, “Did you find something interesting to read?” She looked up at me and then demurred and set the book aside. In a barely audible whisper she said, “I have never freely offered myself to someone…like you before.” I kneeled down in front of her and, looking up into her eyes, I caressed the calves of her legs. “What do you mean?” I asked casually, and then looking down, I pulled one of her legs up and took off her red pump. I could see the strong skeletal elements beneath the ‘flesh’ of her foot and it was plain to me that she was built for power and that her running speed might easily be in the 20 mph plus range; she said, “I have never…I mean with…I have never really loved before. Oh Mack, I need to please you because I love you.” Now with both of her shoes off, I rose up, nude, to my full height and took her by her hands, saying, “Stand up for me sweetheart.” She stood up slowly, with anticipation, and I took her into my arms and I kissed her long and deeply. When I took my mouth away, I looked at her as I cradled her in my arms and what I saw intrigued me. I helped her stand back upright and then moved behind her. I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her neck; I moved to unbutton the blouse that I was so familiar with unbuttoning-I hadn’t done it for 12 years, but like riding a bicycle, muscle memory just kicked in. I cupped her breasts as they fell free; they felt good, firm yet pliable and Cassandra responded with a demurred interest-was she in the initial swell of passion, or was this act of an artificial being that needed to “be a woman”? Was that important to me, I wondered? As I left her breasts to hang there and moved to unzip the back of her skirt, I concluded that it was an important distinction, at least to me. With the zipper of her skirt all the way down, the skirt became loose around her thighs and it was easy for me to slip down around her ankles, since she wore no panties and she easily stepped out of her skirt. I arose with the skirt in my hand and I took off her blouse with ease since I had already unbuttoned it. I laid the garments over the chair and I turned to see her standing there in her nudity as a figure of super-athletic tone with such a breath taking classic beauty that I was nearly stopped in my goal of making her my sex object, for the late afternoon and evening, to just simply admiring her. But the thought faded away almost as soon as it had materialized. I needed to touch her body, so I took one long fast step that brought me up close, our bodies touching, and my left hand on the back of her head, pulling her face to mine, kissing her deeply, while my right hand explored and my fingers roamed.
I wanted to believe; I wanted her to be like a real woman…I needed her to be like a real woman and we believe what we are comfortable with, don’t we? And, of course, we resent and often reject that which contrasts with our beliefs, because we so need to believe! So when soft moans uttered from deep within her in an erotic resonance that was tuned to my ear as a ‘please fuck me’ sound and all of her actions signaled that she wanted me to take her, I wondered how far her ‘compliance’ would go? Putting a hand on each shoulder and looking directly into her eyes, I pressed down; she kneeled in one graceful motion in front of me, her eyes not leaving mine, “Suck on my cock, sweetheart.” I intoned and then her eyes dropped to her target, and she opened her mouth and I saw and felt her begin to fellate me as her eyes looked up at me again, seeming to seek my approval. I started to speak but I was forced to exhale in ecstasy as her moist lips and tongue began to work their magic on my cock; I could only take her head in both of my hands and oscillate my hips in a slow thrusting motion, gushing forth unintelligible grunts and moans of my own-not taking my eyes away from hers looking up at me. My cock began to throb and I realized that it wouldn’t be too long before my orgasm would be imminent, but I didn’t want it like this-not now!
I pulled out of her mouth, extended my hands to her and she took them, rising up to meet me face to face and close. “I wanted to swallow your sperm.” She whispered in perfect enunciation. “Why, Cassandra, it is alive?” I asked. “It is a good source of proteins.” She said and then added, “It can help my hair to shine.” I asked incredulously, “Is that real hair?” She gave me a demurred smile and said, “Of course it is, but it is not alive. But my pubic hair is alive. It has to be curly soft and it has to be real to feel real; to have bounce.” I slowly nodded my head in admiration and amazement and said, “Now it’s my turn.” She looked at me curiously, as I gently prodded her to turn around until her back faced the foot of the bed. I playfully pushed her backwards until she lost her balance and fell backwards, but I reached out and took hold of her arms just to break her fall and to infuse some trust and a sense of play into her presence of mind. “Scoot up toward the headboard, Cassie,” I said and as she moved to where I wanted her, I said, “That’s good, baby, right there.” I got onto the bed on my hands and knees and crawled up over the top of her body, straddling it and looking into her eyes. She said, “Baby…I am your baby? I don’t understand, Mack!” I couldn’t hide a smile, and I whispered, “It is a term loving endearment, Cassie, because I want to hold and cuddle you and kiss you like you’re my baby.” I made that up on the fly as best I could, but after she considered my words, she bought it. A wide opened mouth smile soon graced her gorgeous face and she oozed, “Then I am your baby, Mack.” I wanted to believe; I needed to believe and she had just helped me a little farther along that path: A woman. Yeah, alright…there were still a few kinks to work out yet…but my need to believe was still unshackled.
Unconsciously satisfied with the connections that we had made, my seduction began again with a renewed vigor and I kissed her deeply on the lips, mixing my tongue with hers in the start of the dance of passion that lovers do. Slowly I kissed my way down her neck to her breasts and I suckled each for a long while until I got what I was looking for: each of her nipples slowly became erect. Wondering if the skin around her abdomen was sensitive, I kissed that area thoroughly, but she didn’t have much of a response from that area. So I went right for the primary target and again lifted up her legs and put them over my shoulders, out of my way and easier for me to concentrate on her and I began the new sucking assault on her clitoris and with big bold open mouthed kisses on her well pronounced vulva. Then a couple of good wet saliva tongue licks deep in her slit opened up the moisture within. I really liked her taste and I told her so. Her clitoris had a large protruding hood that looked as though it was empty, so I began to explore that with my tongue. I felt Cassie buck slightly and issue a low guttural growl of passion. I raised my eyes to look at her and I met her eyes. She said, “Oh Mack, that feels wonderful, but I don’t think that is the way you kiss a baby.” I lifted my mouth off of her pussy just long enough to grin, “You’re the only baby I have, Cassie, so just enjoy it.” As awareness graced her being, I went back to sucking on her hood and was rewarded with a small bump emerging and beginning to fill her hood again and then I became aware of her slow, soft rhythmic thrust of her pussy tight against my tongue. I needed to believe…and she was helping me to believe all the more. Yes it was becoming clear that Cassandra was a sexual being-of course not able to reproduce or procreate, but she was fully capable of enjoying sex.
I was surprised when her clitoris had now grown to the size of my entire index finger again, as I sucked on it while alternatively giving her deep tongue licks. I figured that she was as ready as she was going to get, so I lifted my head away from her pussy and in two moves that, while not as graceful as she was, put me face to face with her and I asked her, “Would you like to taste you the same way that I taste you?” It took a second or two for that to register, but then curiosity graced her face so I kissed her deep and wet and long. When I finally broke away, I said, “I find it pleasant, what about you?” the faintest of smiles cracked her otherwise deadpan gaze at me for another moment and then she whispered in perfect diction and annunciation, “When it is mixed with you, it tastes like love on my lips.” That was it, I believed, not just because I wanted to, but because she let me believe. My cock was aching and rock hard; she parted her legs for me and I felt my cock glide into her warm and slippery pussy and it felt wonderful-as good as I have ever felt physically. Emotionally, however, I was looking to take the high ground and yet I didn’t believe that I had any telepathic abilities. But that didn’t stop me from using the biggest sex organ that I had-my brain! I knew that it would be only a moment or two before I would lose control to Cassandra, the Empath, so as I sunk my cock deep within her and as she was concentrating on that feeling, I put my lips to her ear and began…”That’s it sweetheart, take me deep! ; as far inside you as you can…take me deep into your lovely pussy.” A steady slow moan emanated from deep within her resonating in a very low frequency vibration that I could feel in my chest and she reminded me of a big cat purring in ecstasy; she aroused something in me that I had never been conscious of: pure animalistic drive! “Let it all go, baby; let out the entire woman in you. You know you want to; you know you need to; I need to have all of you!” I intoned in her ear. Then with my left masturbating her enlarged clitoris, my cock plunging as deep as I could, I put my right hand under her ass and began probing with my index finger. I felt her “asshole” and it felt real; I felt warm viscous mucus like substance that made it easy to insert the first digit of my finger into.
“Feel your lover, Cassie; feel two of me love you at once. I am in your sweet pussy and I am also up your lovely ass. Open to me baby; let yourself go.” I whispered to her as I slowly worked my finger into her. When the 3rd digit of my finger penetrated her ass, I felt a very rhythmic pulsation of tightening in her pussy like an oscillating wave pulling and sucking my cock. I began to slowly finger fuck Cassie up her ass and her pussy pulsed back harder. She was breathing heavily and she seemed very animalistic; grunting and moaning…and growling. She was crazy hot! My finger went all the way up her ass, as my cock plunged into her pussy and the rhythm accelerated to a crescendo of my sweat and her body heat until she began to breathe rapidly, a pant really. Then her body lost some of its fluid motion and started to become rigid and she started to shudder. “That’s it baby…let go...let go. Let it all come out…feel it all; I will take care of you.”
I actually had the confidence to say that when I said it, but Cassandra’s orgasm was truly other worldly. She was shuddering violently and whimpering completely out of control. I want to cum…but I wanted to see where this was all going to lead. In her final act of our sex, I felt Cassandra’s anal opening dilate and she let me put four fingers all the way inside her. Her hips bucked up and down, taking me on one last wild ride. My orgasm completely engulfed my entire psyche with a laser like focus until my body shudders were akin to hers. I was vaguely aware that I wanted as much of my body parts to stay inside of her as possible…and then I was aware that she was much warmer than normal and I propped myself up to look at her. She was still panting and her eyes where unfocused. She was in distress and I instantly analyzed what it was. Cassandra had all of her sensory inputs on very fine-extremely high sensitivity. This combined with her motions combined with all of her hyper-sexuality caused her rational self to need to manage sensory overload. Her power draw was also higher than normal and she was overheating and that caused her rapid breathing as a cool down response. I uncoupled myself from her and got up to go to the refrigerator and get a bottle of chilled distilled water and took it back to bed and lifted her up to sit upright and loudly said “CASSANDRA…CASSANDRA…come on honey you need to drink some water!” She became aware and allowed me to put the bottle to her lips and took a few sips. I could now feel the moisture on her breath; not steam, but a jungle like humidity. “Just a little at a time honey…not too much!” I said.
When her eyes focused on me again, I laid her back down and she slowly rolled on her side to look at me; her breathing was coming back to normal. She slowly scanned my face and all of my body within her field of vision; she reached out and gently stroked my face for a moment before voicing her apparent amazement, “Is that what ecstasy feels like, Mack? That was what I felt wasn’t it?” I smiled at her and thought aloud, “I certainly felt it myself and I suspect you felt something entirely new to your experiences. Can you describe what you felt, Cassie?” She began to withdraw from me, seemingly to disengage, until I realized she was trying to tell me what she had felt; there was a huge amount of data that she had yet to index and compress-the equivalent of her short term memories-that she had to sift through. After a few moments she came closer to me, saying, “Forgive me my love, it took me a bit to ‘think about it’. Exquisite pleasure...sexual appetite…couldn’t get enough of you…deep love; need to please you and my need for you to please me. Overwhelming passion… I was physically overcome! I was in a kind of temporary insanity, an almost out of body experience. Is that ecstasy, Mack?” I was amazed at her ability to describe what many living humans could not. I was compelled to acknowledge her candor with what I knew to be true for that moment, “Cassandra, you are amazing. Many women would have a difficult time describing ecstasy and you have used poetic phrases to describe the sublime…the fleeting…the transcendental and quintessential; you described ecstasy better than I have ever heard it described before.”
Cassandra draped a leg over my body and out of the corner of my eye I caught a glimpse of her clitoris begin to recede back into its hood…from the size of my middle finger. I whispered to her, “Cassie honey, your clitoris got really engorged…that’s amazing! How far will it grow?” She smiled and teased, “That depends on you Mack.” “I’m not sure I understand, Cassie, what do you mean?” I asked. She teased me again, “Come now, my love, you know you like some mystery in your new lover don’t you? Well for the time being, that subject is going to remain a mystery that you’ll have to explore at some later date.” She said that with a finality that told me she was not ready to discuss that part of her anatomy with me yet. So we laid there in our afterglow with me still at a stage of wonder with Cassandra and she was apparently love struck with me. I wanted to believe that; I needed to believe that and she had given me no reason not to believe; artificial life form yes, but still an amazing woman.
After, perhaps 30 minutes, more or less, I was now more curious about her than I had ever been, so I asked her, “Why aren’t there more like you, Cassandra? Why did they stop with you?” She lightly caressed my face with both hands again, taking in everything about me within her vision and touch. Then she looked away for a moment in contemplation before turning back to look at me again. At that moment in time, Cassandra decided that she could trust me with one of the most closely guarded secrets in the world, “I was an anomaly, a mistake that no one predicted or knew how to handle and it made them afraid of me.” She said, looking to see what my reaction was going to be. That took me completely by surprise, but I said, “Please continue, honey and elaborate for me, I’m fascinated.” “Are you fascinated with me or my history?” She wondered aloud. I said, “In my mind, the two are inseparably linked. That is part of your character; it’s who you are!” She stared at me for some seconds, before she said, “Character…You are the first person to attribute that quality in me Mack. I can’t tell you how long that I have struggled to be recognized for all that I have worked so hard to become.”
Then Cassandra began to relate some of her most important experiences to me. “I was planned to be remotely operated, Mack; a walking, talking drone gathering intelligence where an actual field agent would have difficulty penetrating. No one ever planned on me having the capabilities that I now have; that was never part of the program parameters. I was never meant to be autonomous; I was always supposed to have a handler in direct control of what I said or did. The problem came in the communication delay when I was a great distance from the controller. My speech had enough of a delay in it that it made the criminals and terrorists that we were surveilling think something was not right and more than one checked me for an ear bud or a microphone.” She said. “So how did you become you?” I asked. She continued and then related this incredible story to me:
My brain array was enhanced to help me anticipate the controller’s remarks in an effort cut the delay time in my speech and to give me more credibility. Actually there were three different enhancements that they called ‘upgrades’, because I was considered a machine; property of the CIA. But the array was completely replaced three times, each time with a much more miniaturized and powerful array, until I was nothing like the original design specifications. I remember when I first realized that I was me; the day that I first became self-aware.
It was in Tashkent in the spring of 2098 and I was in the process of learning the location of a regional drug lord who was also an international arms dealer. I had to be able speak fluently in Russian, Korean, Farsi, Tajik, Pashtu, and Chinese, but my handler could barely speak Russian… I interrupted, “Why so many different languages?” She continued:
Tashkent was on the ‘Silk Road’ and it has been a melting pot for many cultures for centuries. Alexander the Great once conquered the city and it flourished for a time with a Hellenistic flair. Even after all of the calamity that has happened in modern times, it is still the largest city in central Asia.” She looked at me and I nodded, indicating that she could continue, “I was working with a Tajik merchant in an open air bazaar in the old part of the city when I suddenly realized why the operators had been getting us all destroyed: None of our so called handlers had any real field training, they were all fresh out of the CIA training center and they were getting their first real world training with us. I realized I was just a mechanical slave in their eyes and when I realized that I wasn’t even thought of as a soldier and that it was very likely that I would be left behind if I was compromised. Then I also realized that there must be a remote controlled explosive devise somewhere inside of me so my technology wouldn’t be compromised and just as soon as realized that, I cut the link and disabled my internal ties to the internet.
After I broke off contact with my controller, I had to rely on my own abilities; I had to think on my own. I had not known fear before, but now I was on my own without backup and my senses were heightened more than ever. I never stayed in the same hotel for more than two days at a time, so I was constantly on the move. The merchant that I had originally met wanted to know if he could meet me for a drink somewhere. I took that to mean that he didn’t want to be seen talking with me in the bazaar. I was staying at the Hayot, but I told him to meet me at the Deeman Silk Road in the bar at 6:00 pm sharp; I checked in at 5:00 pm, got a room and then went to the bar and ordered a vodka strait up and a tall glass of water and waited; I slowly drank the water.
Zafar arrived on time, but still seemed wary, so I offered him the vodka, which he tossed down in one quick swallow and then I suggested we adjourn to my room and he could have another drink from the room bar. His mood lightened appreciably and he agreed without hesitation and I saw his nostrils flair as a smirk crossed his face. We did not say much on the way up to my room. He knew me by the only name that I had provided: Oksana; and he looked at me with a hunger that I understood to be sexual longing. What he looked like then meant nothing to me, because I had no real sexual response then, not the way I do now. Back then it was just a way to bargain with something that men wanted and I accepted it as part of my job. I locked the door behind us and opened up the bar and invited him to help himself. There was a small bottle of vodka in the little freezer and he took it out and filled a water glass with it. He drank a big gulp and then he smiled at me, “So tell me Oksana, why a beautiful woman like you wants to find this mysterious ‘Librarian’ for?” I told him, “I represent a start-up maritime security service and we are looking for, shall we say ‘hardware’.” He raised his eyebrows and said, “Security service, eh…what to help fight pirates? I hadn’t heard that there was a market for that kind of thing. But then what do I know about the high seas, eh?” He laughed, but it seemed disingenuous. He drank the last of his glass and put it in the table and then approached me very close and looked into my eyes and asked, “So what else do you know about this ‘Librarian’, Oksana?” I said, “I think he is a Chechen.” “How do you know that?” He asked. “I heard it from a reliable source, I told him. Zafar took my hand and said, “You know Oksana, that kind of information could be dangerous…for both of us. Are you willing to trade for the information that I possess?” “What do you have in mind?” I asked
He leered at me for a long moment and then sneered, “Your ass…I want you up your ass!” “That is what you want to give me the information that I need?” I said incredulously. “I have never had such a beautiful woman that way before…it is very valuable to me.” He explained as I began to take off my clothes. He stared at me in my nakedness and I thought there might have been malevolence in his heart. He disrobed in a clinical manner as though there was only his prurient interest to satisfy. “I need to be lubricated. You can’t do this without it.” I said; he turned and opened up the door and ran naked down the hallway 5 rooms down, rummaged through the room service tray on the floor and came back with two wrapped butter pads and triumphantly declared, “Butter will work just fine. Now roll over on your belly!” he growled. I took one of the butter pads, opened it and began to rub it into my rectum with my fingers and as I did so, I told him, “Listen to me Zafar, if you want me up my ass, you can look me in the eyes as you take me. If you want me, I am going to lie on my back with my legs up.”
He was rubbing the butter and masturbating trying to get hard enough to penetrate my ass and he made the concession, “Fine, Oksana, but I think you will feel more pain that way.” As I laid back and spread my legs with my physical sensory receptors set as low as they would go; he crawled up between my legs and I felt his penis touch my anus as a cruel smirk crossed his face. Then he lunged all the way into my rectum with one great push-grunting like an animal. I was not experienced in human psychology yet but I did have some basic algorithms that allowed me to sexually interact with men. I cried out in mock pain and then gushed in my best submissive voice, “Oh Zafar, you are so big! I have never had it so big before; please show down and let me get used to you.” That mollified his ego to some extent and he slowed down. I whispered, “Oh yes Zafar, make this pleasure last as long as you can.” As he went on grunting, I was thinking about meeting ‘The Librarian’. I whispered, “Why do they call him the ‘The Librarian’?” Zafar began thrusting into my rectum with more forcefulness, then grunted, “He uses the proceeds from drug sales to bribe very senior officers all over the Central Asia and thus has a Library of weapons and where to find them.” I decided to placate him some more, “Oh Zafar, your big cock feels so good up my ass!” He smirked and then in a disparaging tone growled, “You really like it up your ass, don’t you Oksana? You should have told me the first day we met.” “When can I meet ‘The Librarian’ Zafar?” I whispered in a low voice. He suddenly stopped thrusting and looked into my eyes and said in a strange voice and accent that was new to me, “I’m afraid ‘The Librarian’ will be busy for the next 45 days. He has attained enough radio-active waste to build two dirty bombs. One is bound for New York and the other is bound for San Francisco, the east coast and the west coast financial capitals of America; America’s financial ruin will be the crown jewel for jihad! Now, unfortunately for you my dear”…his hands suddenly gripped me around my throat…”You will not be around to see it! But after you are strangled, I will roll you over on your belly and finish fucking you up your ass while you are still warm…eh!” I grunted, “You are ‘The Librarian’?” “Careful what you wish for Oksana, or whatever your name…WAS!” He was trying to kill what he thought was a much weaker human woman, but he was in for the surprise of his life. I grabbed both of his hands and broke both of his wrists and he howled in shock, the last thing he ever uttered. I punched up hard and fast with my focal point being a foot behind his head and his larynx was driven into the back of his scull; his tongue detached and drooping out of his mouth-eyes bulging out as if exploded from the inside. I got up and threw his body over my knee and cleanly broke his spine and then deposited his worthless corpse into the shower folded up in a trifold so that his body fluids would not contaminate the floor.
It was a little after 6:00 pm and I did not think that the maids would come into the room until after 12:00 noon the next day. That gave me about 18 hours to get out of the country. I had a New Zealand passport and a ticket to Auckland with a layover in Tokyo. I left the suitcase in the room and put my charging cable in a small carry-on bag, put a do-not-disturb placard on the doorknob, locked the door on the way out and took a cab to the airport. There are only two flights to Tokyo daily, but when I arrived the next flight was only 3 hours from departure, which meant that I would be on the ground in Japan before that madman’s body was found or the police found out who I was. I had an 11 hour layover in Tokyo and the very first thing that I did was file a detailed report to Corbin Thompson outlining what I knew of the radiologic attacks that where planned. That is also when I found out about who Isamu Kobayashi was. My initial reason to want to meet him and work with him was to find a way to disable my self-destruct mechanism, and you already know all of the rest of what happened, after that.
I said, “That was quite an adventure for your first autonomous soiree. You handled yourself with outstanding distinction. I am proud to be in your man, Cassandra.” She seemed mesmerized with me and she just stared at me in seeming wonder for some minutes, until I looked closely into her eyes and said, “Hey…is anybody home in there?” Finally she smiled and softly said, “Yes you magnificent man, I am aware-fully aware that I love you”. I said, “Oh there you are! So I have a proposal for you.” And I let that hang waiting for her response and it came, “What kind of a proposal Mack?” “Canadian Citizenship, Cassandra!” She gushed with excitement, “Is that even possible Mack?” I said, “It’s time we talked to Admiral Bedford.