Unknown Future (Closed for myself and Rockingham)

AmbrosiaCaress

Phoenix Rising!!!
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The rocking of the train, it was a train she was riding on.. right? Slowly, ever so slowly roused the beauty from her sleep. Had she actually been asleep? Or unconscious? Did it really matter? Not to her, nor to the people around her who were conveniently ignoring her. One did not want to get involved in the affairs of others, not in this day and age.

The train, it was a subway actually, rocketed forward, thru the dark tunnels that burrowed under the great cities above. Some even ran under oceans. It was the year 2015 after all, things had advanced, at least some. Many things had changed, many things had stayed the same. It was the furture.... her future...

She had no sense of what time it was, the darkness surrounding the fast moving train gave her no hints. A little more disturbing than that was the small fact that she had no idea what train she was on, where it was going, how long she had been there. And even worse? The girl could not remember her name. She struggled as she sat there, feeling the rocking, bucking motion under her, to at least remember how she had gotten on the subway? But her mind was a complete blank.

Swallowing hard, she manages to get to her feet, her eyes, crystal blue, trying to focus on the faces around her. The train was not all that crowded, but it wasn't empty either. The riders were all dressed conservatively.. perhaps they were heading to work? Or heading home? She looked down at herself, brushing trembling fingers thru her long dark hair, the strands were tangled, and felt oily and dirty. She was wearing a simple black dress, nothing fancy, nothing pretty, the skirt hanging down to just below her knees. She had on boots, black suede, but they were filthy, stained, and felt a size too big for her feet. She had no stockings, no socks, just her bared feet in the boots. The dress had several stains, it looked like mud, along the very bottom, and as she touched it, the material was still damp. She did not recognize any of the clothes.

She looked around again, wanting to ask someone, anyone, where she was, who she was. But she remained silent, as she became more aware of the riders, looking at her, staring at her. She had to fight the sudden urge, almost an instint to run... "run... run fast" the words slithering across her mind.. "hide.. you have to hide.. they'll find you.... they'll find you"...

She shook her head, trying to cast those words out of her mind.. "no.. NO" she muttered to herself, her voice bringing several stares from the other riders, some murmering to each other, looking at the girl.

She sits back down... taking a deep, quivering breath...

Her hand came to rest upon something sitting in the seat next to her. A backpack? Was it hers? She guessed it had to be, and brought it to her lap. Slowly she opens it, still not recognizing it at all. She again tried to remember, but her mind was almost blank... almost. Maybe something in here will help me remember, she thought to herself, peering into the bag.

There were several things at the bottom of the backpack... some gum.. she took out a peice and began to chew, the sensation awakening her belly. She was hungry.. when had she last eaten?? She searched the backpack further, pulling out some pens, but no paper, she found something soft, and pulling it out and into the light, she discovered it was... underwear.. women's underwear.. was it hers? She reached down to touch her hip, and found she was indeed lacking panties. Why would she take them off? Were they clean? A sniff and a good look convinced her they were, she could scent some kind of floral soap on them. She was not wearing a bra either, but there was not one in the backpack. Her hand grasped something hard, solid. It was square shaped, no, rectangular. She pulled it out to discover a picture in a frame. She stared long and hard at the picture.

It was of a body, a girl's body, naked, the face was turned away, hidden by a long fall of dark hair... was that her? The girl was arching her back, hips lifted, spine curled as she arced, her breasts, rounded and tipped with dark nipples, the light that shown on that body shadowing those delicious breasts... between the girl's spread thighs, one could see the slightest hit of silky dark curls. Was that her? Who would take such a picture? Why? Was she postioned like that in pleasure? Or pain? What was happening to the girl, and why did she have this kind of picture???

There was a name written on the picture.... Kadyn.... was that her name? She struggled to remember... Kadyn.... Kadyn... but she just could not. But that was what she would call herself, at least for now. Kadyn. She took the picture out of the frame, and tore it up into little peices. She was pretty sure that picture was not her, but she did not think it appropriate to be carrying such an image. The frame she put back in the backpack. She searched the smaller pockets, but only found some loose change, a couple of dollar bills, and a few teabags, unused, of all things. All this was very puzzling to her. She again examined the backpack, but she could not remember ever having one. Not that it mattered, it was hers now, she thought.

She opened up each of the dollar bills she had found, carefully counting them out... there were 4.. but folded in with the last one, was a small sliver of paper. Written on it was only an address...

1609 Silver Circle

There was not even a city listed. Just the street address. Was that where she lived? Would that be in the city that this very train stopped at?

Just then, crawling over her like a million little spiders, came that urgency, that insistance, to run, to hide, she had to get away. They would find her, no, no... HE would find her.... She shuddered, having to slap her own hand over her mouth to silence the scream that wanted to erupt forth. HE would find her, HE wanted her, He would have her, HE would make her HIS... HE had more plans for her, more expriments... more pleasure... more pain...

Her eyes had closed as the scream died in her throat. Fluttering open slowly, that was when she saw the mark on the inner of her wrist. She stared at it.. it was black, tatoo'd, it was a code, a number, of some kind.

"A bar code" came another's voice, one of the riders, a nerdy college kid that had heard the girl gasp, seen her slap her hand over her mouth, he had worked his way down to where she was sitting, and was standing nearly over her.... "You have a bar code" he repeated... the train was slowing, still in the tunnels, but was pulling into a station....

"what does it mean?" she asked, but as she looked up at him, the look in his eye scared her. "YOU have a bar code, SHE has a bar code" the words were being yelled, attracting the other rider's attention... "a bar code??? She is marked???? " the words, hushed, frightened, raced thru the train car... "She is marked, she carries a bar code"...

Kadyn leapt to her feet, suddenly terrified. The urge, the need, to run, was overwhelming.. The college kid made a grab for her, no doubt seeing a hefty reward if he could catch her and return her, but she was too fast and slippery, the backpack in hand, Kadyn hit the doors of the train car just as they were opening, she ran, almost screaming across the platform, the college kid racing behind her... "she has a BAR CODE"... but she made it to the stairs faster than him, by the time he emerged into the twilight of the city above, the girl... was gone.... he swore to himself, punching the wall with a heavy fist. He could have used that reward money.......

Kadyn
 
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Jack had to put on his glasses as he walked into the study, knowing he would need them. A growing dull ache in the back of his head stirred up again, reminding him to take more aspirin. No, maybe something stronger this time, a nice shot of percocet.

He could retire early, sleep through this fucking fiasco and in the morning everything would be all right.

He held the phone to one ear, as he walked downstairs.

"Yes, tell me what you know so far."

Words, like fast diamonds slipped through his ears. Facts, details, small in number. Too few to get a good recognition. He had nothing to go on, no hard piece to track.

"What about her... yes? Well, turn it on."

Had they not read the manual, did they not understand what to do during priorities? Each code and procedure had been written up in detail just so people like Jack didn't need to be called at three in the morning.

In his study he turned on the computer, a lazy throb of screen as he began searching for files, looking for answers.

"No, she wouldn't have... Tell me again."

And the conversation repeated over the phone. Over and over again. It went round like some crazy fucking nursery rhyme where in the end, Pop goes the weasel. Although, David wasn't quite sure whether he was the weasel, or the guy who happened to go pop.

"I want this investigated, I want them found out. I want to know who helped her. I want to know everything. Send out the squad. She is to be returned alive, but anyone else helping her is to be killed on sight."

He clicked the phone dead. No answer, no excuses. Jack couldn't be bothered with excuses, not today. Not for such emergencies. Excuses were made from cowards, the rest simply knew what needed to be done, and did it.

He pulled the gun out from under his desk, it looked odd in his hands, foreign. A middle aged man in a fine crafted silken bathrobe shouldn't be holding such a crude instrument. He did better with his lap top, and could kill far easier as well. Technology was the true killing machine.

As his experiment well knew.

He couldn't sleep now though. It would be useless, lying there to stare at the ceiling and think impossible thoughts about what could be happening outside. No, he would rather stay awake.

Jack put on a pot of coffee, watching the early morning news, or perhaps it is still the late night news. It was during that weird twilight hours of transition, between people staying up too late, and people getting up too early.

Neither of them impressed him.

Jack just sat there, gun in one hand, coffee in the other, watching the news as countries and people continued to kill each other. He didn't know why he was watching the news, better than watching infomercials, he supposed. Magic bullets and vegetable juices, rotissere ovens, incredible knife sets that can cut through steel, and girls going wild.

He smiled at that one, girls going wild. Yes, a girl had certainly gone wild tonight.

All of the houses were dark on Silver Circle. Each of them stood like ancient sentients, resting for the night. Some taller than others, some wider. A good neighborhood, a good street.

And at 1609, only one window showed inside, to Jack watching tv, drinking his coffee, and waiting for the phone to ring.

Waiting for them to tell him she had been caught.
 
Tonight, on the 3am news...

There was news at all times of night, local news, national news, world news, galatic news, universal news... sports... weather... gossip.. the latest killing spree.. the most recent kidnapping... a missing person here, a found person there, a fire that destroyed a city block... You name it, it was being reported somewhere, and... could be found on some news station on one of the 2000 channels that were now available.

Tonight, on the 3am news...

"A coded person, a young female, was spotted today on the oceananic subway......" the reporter chimed, with a bright smile, and a gleam in her eyes. You would think she was reporting on the newest Tom Cruise clone.


"I've never seen one before" one lady admitted "she looked normal to me"

"I knew all along" the nerdy college kid lied "I was just trying to wait for the right moment to catch her"

"Seems you missed that particular moment" the reporter scolded as she went back to staring at the camera... "and now, this night, a coded girl is loose in the city.."

" Meagan, could you tell me, did anyone see the actual code number? Do we know what expirements???....."

"No, Stan, I'm sorry, but none could read the bar code on her wrist. Once she was discovered she moved too fast. The police are searching the area, and if anyone sees a girl matching this description......"

Young girl
Age: appoximately 19
Long sable hair
cyrstal clear blue eyes
Stands about 5'5"
weights about 125 pounds

"She was last seen wearing a simple black dress and dirty black suede boots, carrying a backpack, pink in color."

The news faded, and a commercial, celebrating the new 2015 model BMW's came flashing onto the screen....

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Kadyn sat in the rain, huddling in the dark alley, a dumpster hiding her from the eyes of any who perhaps had ventured out so very late at night, in the midst of a downpour. Her hair hung down her back in dripping wet tendrils. Her dress was soaked thru. She had used the 4 dollars she had found in the backpack to get a burger and a coke at the local fast food place. She had nothing now, except for the few coins she had found in that same backpack.

She had asked the dumb looking clerk at the burger place what city she was in, she was told, Los Angeles. Kayden had no idea where that was, the name meant nothing to her. She struggled and cried, concentrated and prayed, yet no memory came back to her. She stared at the bar code that was inked into her skin... what did it mean? Why had she been marked like that?

The only thing that made any sense to her, was the address. Well, she knew it was an address, but whose? Hers?

Hearing shouts, voices, the urge hit again.... run ... hide... you have to hide... now... NOW....

Kadyn jumped to her feet, scrambling deeper into the alley. But she was not alone in there. Alleys were never safe places to be, not in this city, nor any other. Grabbed from behind, Kadyn screamed, a strangled sound as the drunk, who had seen an easy fuck in the disoriented girl, tried to pull her into a kiss. He smelled like trash, and was filthy dirty, not that she was any better.

He was dead before he hit the ground......

She ran out into the street, across to the playground that bordered a row of down trodden apartment buildings. The windows were all shaded black, a small convenience, it prevented the light of day from waking the occupents and also sound proofed the apartment. Kadyn could scream bloody murder right outside their window and the person inside would not hear a thing. Another advancement of the future.

She collapsing to her knees, sobbing into the rain... She had no place to go... no one to go to... she was all alone, and what made it worse was she didn't know why....

She had no idea she had just killed someone...

She had no idea she was being hunted, not at that moment.

That small realization came the with the rising sun at 5:30am that morning. Kadyn had fallen asleep in that playground, curled up in a small shed that served to house several toys for the local kids to play with. At least it was dry in there.

"ok men, our subject was seen in this very playground last night, I suspect she may still be close. Remember, she is dangerous, and fast, we must proceed with caution. "J" expects us to bring her back alive, and I expect to do just that."

"But sir..." came a nervous voice, cracking slightly as he spoke "I heard that she killed 3 agents upon her escape, 3 of HIS agents. How are we expected to bring down Code 621911 when there is only 5 of us?"

Kadyn blinked hearing that number, and glanced down at the bar code etched into her wrist... 621911 ... they were talking about her... She had killed 3 people????? She shook her head, she was not a killer, she had no idea how to kill someone... what were they talking about and why did they want her? Who was this.... J.... person???

The door to the small shed suddenly was yanked open, the nervous voice agent standing there staring at her. He was wearing nearly full body armor, armed with a shotgun? laser gun? Some kind of gun... but before he could point it at her, before he could even alert the others that he had found Code 621911, she grabbed the aluminum softball bat, and was on her feet swinging. The bat hit him square in the head, cracking his skull and making mush out of that side of his brain. If she had been hitting a baseball... it was a home run....

The horrible sound echoed out into the playground and the other 4 came running. Kadyn hurled the bat at the closest one, it hitting his knee and bringing him down with a scream of pain. She was on him in an instant, grabbing his head and twisting, the sound of his neck breaking was sickening.

3 were left, but at that point, Kadyn was off and running. She easily disappearing once more into the city, it was not easy to run wearing body armor, Kadyn of course was only wearing the dress.

She did not stop running until she was several city blocks from the scene, she leaning against the wall of a bakery, panting... and not remembering that she had just killed 2 more people.

Peering into the bakery window, she wished she had just another dollar or 2, to get herself something sweet. She really needed something sweet right now. But that was not to be, and she sat on the nearby curb, quietly crying once again.

1609 Silver Circle....

1609 Silver Circle...

1609 Silver Circle..


Over and over again in the desperate girl's mind... If she were being hunted, she had to find someplace safe to go. She had to find food, shelter, she had to find a way to survive...

"1609 Silver Circle" she repeated back to herself, getting to her feet. If she were going to find the place, she would need to get an idea of where it was. She couldn't go to the police, her instincts told her they hunted her as well. For all she knew, those men were the police.

Who would know???

The post office, and that, was where she set off to go, as the sun lifted higher into the sky that day, and the 10:30am news reported on the death of 2 men at a small playground in the city. They were unidentified.... and the police were looking for any who may have witnessed what happened at dawn that very day.....
 
He woke up with a start, unsure where he was, what had happened. A weird sense of transition occured as he regained his senses. He sat in front of the news, slowly running past him.

After an hour or so he must have fallen asleep, and had not woken up until just now. The sun was well past up, the world well into its day.

The only reason he had broken his slumber was the phone in his hand. It rang, rang insessantly, a child screaming for attention, waiting until someone saw him, recognized him, played with him.

He clicked it, listening to hysterical voices.

"No, they can't be. Get the mayor on the phone.... I don't care where he's vacationing, get him on the phone!"

He killed the phone once more, getting up in a hurry, walking over to his computer. It was on, filling him with reports, emails had come in a hurry last night. Lots of people were scared, they wanted to know what she could do, what she was capable of.

Nothing, he wrote to all of them. Nothing. She is a program, nothing more. She wouldn't hurt a fly unless provoked. She doesn't work that way.

Unless something had gone wrong. Unless something had gone horribly wrong. And, obviously it had if she escaped. she couldn't have escaped on her own, couldn't have handled everything by herself. It was impossible, everything she did defied what should be running through her mind at this moment.

Someone had helped her.

Jack began looking up personnel files, began tracing backgrounds, trying to find out what he could, trying to see if there was something the regular screening hadn't missed. A scientist with a conscious, a janitor working for some PETA fucking organization... a rebel with a damned good cause.

Nothing came to obvious attention. He ran a thorough search, letting it go as he cooked himself breakfast.

More coffee, eggs, bacon. An entire plateful, delicious. He sipped at it, as the phone rang once more.

He listened carefully.

"... if they were coming after her, yes. No, she shouldn't... but she should. Well, it wasn't a damned perfect program Danny. I mean, what the hell? You can't make her fucking calm and serene as well as give her the option of self defense. It's a fucking paradox in her brain. She's a computer, not a person. We can deal with paradoxes, we do it all the time. Computer's cant. When computers get paradoxes they fucking break down. You have to delete the bad file..."

He growled, listening to lesser peons talk about lesser theories in front of him. Hadn't they run through all this, hadn't they tackled meetings with all of these scenarios in mind? That's why there were protocols, that's why there were procedures.

"And now it's a manhunt. She's killed, two of our guys, but the Chief of Police and Sheriff won't have it. They want everyone in on it. If she starts taking out local's, they'll just kill her on sight. Get our guys, find her first... I don't know, but our guys need to get to her first."

Where would she go? The bad part of town, the delapitated parts, the scene of gruesome terror that still existed. Bad parts of L.A. town down neighborhood where only pimps, whores and druggies hung out. That's what was needed, that is where they should be looking.

"God, how could it get all fucked up in just one night. How could it possibly be all fucked up like this? What in the hell happened down there?"

He requested the video surveillance of last night, the records, everything. How she got out, what she did, how'd she leave, who did she talk to.

It would be downloaded to his computer.

Jack sat down, starting to look through files.
 
The rain just would not let up, it poured down on her, chilling her. She had made her way to the first post office she came across. The young lady behind the counter was alittle suspicious at first, but Kadyn seemed harmless to her, and she felt sorry for the lost, soaking wet lady. She fetched her some hot chocolate, a towel, and even offered her the jacket she wore to work, it would help keep her dry, she explained. Kadyn was grateful for the kindness.

"1609 Silver Circle" she quickly entered the address in the PC in front of her. "ahh, here it is, that's in the Malibu section. There is no easy way to get there from here, not by foot at least" she looked at the dripping wet Kadyn.. "Is that where your family is?"

"I don't know" Kadyn answered honestly. "But it is the only place I have to go." she began to cry again, trying to stay quiet, not make a spectacle of herself. That tended to attract too much attention, attention she didn't want, nor need.

"Can I call them for you? They can come and get you, you can stay here......"

"no.. no... I have to go there... I have no other choice... please"

"Listen" the girl smiled sympatheticlly... "Take this..." she handed her $50... "I'll call a cab for you, tell them to get you as close to that address as they can for that 50 bucks. It's all I have, ok."

Kadyn looked up at the girl, grateful for this act of kindness. "What is your name?" she asked.

"Lilly"

"I won't forget this Lilly... I promise" Kadyn tried to smile.


The cab driver nodded to the strange request, but hell, 50 bucks was 50 bucks. The cab sped off into the rain.

"This is West Mountain Road" the cab driver explained, "Silver Circle is about another mile down, on the left." He was a nice guy, but not that nice. No free rides from him, even if it was only another mile.

Kadyn had fallen asleep in the back seat. She roused herself awake, nodding to the driver. "thanks"

Climbing out, she gathered the jacket around her. At least it kept her alittle dry, but it was only really misting here. And it hid her bar code, which now, to her, was alot more important. It was not lost on her that no one else she had seen had one. But what the hell did it mean???

She started off down the street, looking for the sign that would direct her to Silver Circle. She only hoped the place would hold some answers for her.


Runnnnn..... Hide......

You must run...... He will hurt You..... He has hurt You..... hide..... HIDE...... RUNNNNNNNN....


The voices in her head were getting louder, screaming, the pain shooting thru her mind like nails ramming into soft flesh.. "stop it... STOP IT" she yelled at herself.. "please.... STOP .... "... grabbing her head, shaking it violently, trying to drive the voices away.... "STOPP... NOOOO... HELP ME.. PLEASE HELP ME"....

Collasping to the ground, wet grass all around her, she rolling... spasming.. convulsing... the voices would not stop.. HIDE.... HIDE NOW... HE'S COMING.... HE'S COMINGGGGGGGG.....

She had fallen on the lawn of 1609 Silver Circle.....
 
The video feed disturbed him, no... it terrified him. Her movements were so graceful, so cold and calculated. One body had yet to drop to the floor before she found another one. Blood covered her, drenched her simple outfit.

And she knew where she was going. The records office. She knew which file to look at, which picture to identify him with. She had left it open, left his home address, had written it down.

No one bothered to look at this, to see the details of her escape. They only wanted her captured...

She was coming here. Jack saw it now, she didn't try to escape, she was trying to kill him. She had remembered his face, his name, so much about him. Clinging it to memory.

The drugs should have prevented this, the program should not have been alowed to retain memories. But she had, somehow...

He had to get out of here, he had to leave, find escape. God, if she had found a car, stolen one, she could be here right now.

Suddenly, the gun felt soo good in his hands, so comforting. He paused, halfway between looking to find clothes, and running right out the door. No time for clothes, no time for packing, nothing could be taken.

Except his lap top, he scooped it up, grabbed his keys off the counter, and was out the door.

Then he saw it, he saw her, his body frozen, his heart a drum beat too fast for him to feel. She was here, she had come for him.

She lay unconscious on his front lawn.

Jack moved over to her, slowly, cautiously. Was this some trick,one of her programs come to life? He had taught her so much, he didn't know... wasn't able to find out what she kept and didn't keep.

No, she was asleep. He kneeled down next to her, feeling for her pulse. Not dead, but resting. Exhausted, she had worn herself out, worn out trying to come here and kill him.

"Sorry my dear. Maybe next time," He took out his cell phone, dialing up his people. And then, he heard it. He heard the sirens, not his sirens, not his local guys who were supposed to pick up this girl. The local cops, the one scared and worried about her, ones who would kill him on sight, and then take her somewhere else, have other people examine her. The government, the Agency, they couldn't know about her, they couldn't find out what he had put her though, how he had made her so much more advanced.

Everything went into the car, everything. The lap top, the phone, the keys, his gun, and most importantly, the girl. He picked her up, grabbed her, took her with him, eased her into the back seat.

"Don't worry, I'm here to protect you."

He got into the car, driving off, passing two, three, four cops. Passing by a huge black van filled with SWAT, they were heading straight for his house, straight for him.

Who had she called, who else did she tell? Did she ask for help to get to his place, only to have them turn on the news and find out her truth. They could have called the cops, said where they were going.

He had to get out of here though, had to get her away. She was his property, HIS! No one would take her away from him.
 
......................... She had planned it meticulously, down the last detail, or so she thought. They had gotten lax, the guards, the doctors, the agents, they had all gotten lax in their handling of her. But then again, that was what she had planned. It had taken months, months of no longer fighting, months of doing exactly what they told her to do, never a question, never a waver. The tests, if one wanted to call the torture she endured tests, just got worse and worse.

She would wake up, screaming in agonizing pain. Begging for mercy, begging for death. Then.... HE would come. She knew HE was behind what was happening to her. No matter that always He wore a mask, always a cloak. She could not look upom Him.... "J" was all she knew Him by. He would come, and unimaginable pain was replaced with the most amazing, sensual pleasure. Pain and pleasure. Torture and Desire. Hate and Love. All mingled in her mind to a point that she could no longer contol it...

She would take control...

It happened so fast. She didn't want to kill the one nice female agent that came to help her bathe that night, after a particularly horrendous testing. Her voice as hoarse from screaming as she did. But she had to do what she had to do. The agent never had a chance, she easily ripping her eyes out, and her tongue to silence her screams as she died.

The door was open. Code 621911 was out.

She would find HIM...

She would make HIM pay...

She killed 3 others getting to the file room, cold, calculated, Code 621911 did not hesitate even once. The file drawer yanked open, "J" was found.

"They should have been more careful concealing Him" she had laughed as she wrote the address down, staring at the face of her Torturer. That was all she needed.

621911 turned, coming face to face with the Agent Commander. He caught her off guard, but she managed to grab and break his arm before the electrical prod hit her, sending hundreds of watts... no many even thousands of watts of electricity thru her....

She screamed, ripping it from his hand, and shoving it, as it continued to jolt with that deadly electricity, down his throat. He died before he hit the ground, his body convulsing obscenely.

That small slip of paper in hand, and she was gone.

... So was most of her memory. The electric shock having confused her, along with the absolute horror at what she had done, what had been done to her... Code 621911 shut down....


When she awoke, she was on a subway train... alone.....




Kadyn gasped as she woke up.. her crystal blue eyes blinking ... the dream quickly fading from her mind. Blood, death, pain, was all that she could really remember as the sunlight bathed her in it's warmth. She felt movement under her.. was she on a train again?

"what... what's going on?"

Had she fallen asleep in the back of the cab?? She remembered that much, the kind girl, Lilly, the cab ride, she was sooo tired she remembered struggling to stay awake in the back of the cab. She must have fallen asleep...

"Did I fall asleep? " she slowly sat up, trying to focus on the driver. Wait. That was not the cab driver she remembered?? Was He? "Are you.. are you the cab driver?? I... I was going to 1609 Silver Circle. Are we... there? "

She stretched, letting her lithe, supple body arch in the back of the car, she purring like a cat as she did so. Long slender fingers glide thru her tangled hair. She desperately needed a hot shower. And the rumble in her belly told her she was hungry.....
 
His gun, against the seat, pointed at her, ready to shoot if he had to. He wouldn't shoot her, not where she could die. Get her leg, or arm, maybe a gutshot if he could get into the site's hospital fast enough.

They were hours away from the facility though, and he couldn't take her to a hospital.

A loud and low groan escaped his lips as he realized she had forgotten again. Damn, someone must have got her, eased her from her memory. One of the easiest ways to subdue a subjext. Electricity, resetting one of her many probes, takin her back to square one.

What did she know though, how much? Was it a complete sweep, or just her life with him?

"You've got a bar code," He said, the first thing that came to him. An act, if he wanted to have her cooperation, he needed her here with him. She is the best ally, he could have.

"I don't know why they are after you, but you've got every cop in town looking for you. Probably in the state. Cops, military, secret service. Hell, your picture is all over the news. That means most poor jackasses who don't have jobs are probably looking for you as well."

He turned on the news, the radio playing, giving updates. People saw her on the subway, a guy confessing she was in his cab, some other reports things to look for. Her hair, how tall, how elegant, bar code.

Jack drove into a hotel, small, cramped, on the edge of Nowhere and Nothing. He got them a room, telling her to stay in the car. A room, with a single bed, where he took his bag full of goodies. Things to help him get her back to the facility.

"All right," He said, still holding the gun, not at her, just toward her, "Tell me what's going on, Barcode? What happened with you? What do you remember?"

If she remembered, if she sparked anything, he'd have to shoot her, but for the moment, he remained calm, interested, wanting to know more about her.

Wanting to know the truth.
 
Kadyn stared at the gun. But she was too exhausted and confused to react, otherwise the good Agent "J" may have found His arm ripped off at the shoulder. She merely stared at the gun, then raised her eyes up to Him...


"You've got a bar code, I don't know why they are after you, but you've got every cop in town looking for you. Probably in the state. Cops, military, secret service. Hell, your picture is all over the news. That means most poor jackasses who don't have jobs are probably looking for you as well."

She knew He was speaking the truth, her expierence on the subway told her that. She did not remember the agents in the playground, not yet at least.

A million questions were running thru her mind, but would He be able to answer any of them? And who the hell was He anyways?

But before she could say anything, ask anything, He pulled into a small motel on the side of the road. She had no idea how long she had been asleep.. had she been asleep? Or was it another of those blackouts, like the one she woke up from on the subway... sleeping was one thing, but she felt more out of touch than she would have just waking up from a normal, everyday sleep.

Kadyn did not want to run anymore. She had tried to get to the address scrawled on that peice of paper, yet here she was, at a low budget motel on the side of the highway, with a stranger. Weird thing was, she was not afraid of Him. At least not yet. Kadyn, or better to say Barcode 621911 did not fear much. She was strong enough, and ruthless enough, to kill just about anyone. Fear came only from the tests..... and from.... HIM.... "J".... Of course Kadyn did not understand or remember any of this right now.

She stayed in the car as ordered, while He got them a room.

It was at the back of the motel, facing away from the highway.

"All right," He said, still holding the gun, not at her, just toward her, "Tell me what's going on, Barcode? What happened with you? What do you remember?"

Kadyn stared at Him, having just gotten out of the car. Warily her blue eyes went from the gun to Him, then back again. She took a step toward Him, slowly..

"my name... is Kadyn" she answered, not liking being called barcode, especially when she had no idea what the number etched into her arm meant.

"What is this number? What does it mean? And why was I chased because of it?" She did not answer any of His questions, because she had no answers. She took another step toward Him, still staring at the gun. Deep inside her mind, she was fighting the urge to attack Him. He was helping her, at least that was the way it seemed.
Only Lilly had helped her. And... she needed help, desperately....

Another step closer, before He could react, her eyes glazed over, going from a deep crystal blue to a hazed pale blue. Her hand shot out, grabbing His, squeezing, wretching the gun free, His wrist twisting painfully... "Don't point that thing at me" she hissed, rearing back and throwning it, a wet sound telling Him and her that it landed in some sort of pond or swamp well behind the motel.

Her eyes cleared, His hand released. She looked at Him, puzzled. Why was she holding His hand??? She drew her hand away as of touching fire...

"who... who are You?"

Her voice had softened, the hiss was gone. Who was He?? And was He going to help her????
 
"Kadyn?" Kadyn, why did that name sound so familiar? He knew who that was, didn't he? It must have been, must have been someone she knew, someone close. She called herself Kadyn as if she really thought to be...

Bright shards of pain streaked up his arm. He growled, bending to his knees. Damn her, so much a fucking machine it was uncanny at times. A fucking program, he was so pissed off.

"My name is Jack. I work at Telldyne. I am the one who helped you escape. Don't you remember?"

Of course she didn't... but he could use it to his advantage. God, could he ever. Those eyes, blank, expressionless. They were what gave him his power, what made him do what he wanted.

If she had the eyes of a killer, the recognizable eyes a few moments ago, when she pulled the gun from him, the only thing he could do was take her down. Take her down or die trying.

They both played a dance, and he had to keep one step ahead, or he would be dead.

"Telldyne... don't you remember anything. The experiments they put you through, the things they made you do? God, I saw you one time, you took down three men, marines, without so much as a knife on you. Man, that was cool..."

He smiled, but it wore off his face, like looking up a girl's dress when she fell down. It was sad, but dirty at the same time.

"I'm sorry. They said you might have flashes of memory. Man, they fucked with your head good. I was just an accountant there, I didn't see any of the gory stuff, but..."

He shook his head. It was better for her not to know, for several reasons. Some to keep her own sanity, and others to make sure he stayed as far away from her mind as possible.

"I gave you the keycard... I told you to escape, I told you where I lived..."

He pulled out his driver's liscence, a small holographic image of him on the front, and his address. 1609 Silver Circle.

"I told you I would protect you... and with all these cops after you, I'm all you got. You need to trust me."

His eyes flickered with interest, with taste, with desire for just a moment as he said that, but they departed him. He had his game to play, as well as she. He couldn't let anything slip.
 
"My name is Jack. I work at Telldyne. I am the one who helped you escape. Don't you remember?"

She blinked at Him, looking down, why was He on His knees? She had no memory of what had just occurred only a moment before.

"Jack... Telldyne" the words repeated back to herself, whispering off her lips, the darting of her tongue to moisten, "Jack... Telldyne... You... You helped me"

Desperately she searched her memory. She had to remember something, right?? Anything??? There was something... familiar... about Him...

"Telldyne... don't you remember anything. The experiments they put you through, the things they made you do? God, I saw you one time, you took down three men, marines, without so much as a knife on you. Man, that was cool"
"I'm sorry. They said you might have flashes of memory. Man, they fucked with your head good. I was just an accountant there, I didn't see any of the gory stuff, but..."


"I... don't remember any of it. Is.. is that way I have this?" she lifted her arm, showing Him the barcode inked dark on her skin.

"I gave you the keycard... I told you to escape, I told you where I lived..." He pulled out his driver's liscence, a small holographic image of him on the front, and his address. 1609 Silver Circle. "I told you I would protect you... and with all these cops after you, I'm all you got. You need to trust me."

"1609 Silver Circle..." she whispered...

Her eyes glazed for the briefest of moments, to that ever so pale blue, but immediately came back to the clear sapphire....

"You.. You will help me?" she asked, her voice soft, quivering slightly, so different from that voice that had hissed at Him moments before..

He would help her. He had helped her escape..but.... escape what? What had they done to her, who were they?? Telldyne.. and why were they chasing her?

She reached out to Him, helping Him back to His feet, her small hand slipping into His, delicate fingers in His larger palm...

The motel room was small, cramped, but at least it was, well, relatively clean. It had only one bed, but Kadyn took no real notice of that. She was desperate to shower, and by the time Jack had the door locked behind them, she already had the shower on.

Meticulously she washed out the black dress she had been wearing, careful to get the mud stains out near the bottom. It never occurred to her that some of those stains were not of mud, but... blood... It never occurred to her that the dress was not even hers, stolen from a laundramat, her own blood soaked clothes, which were nothing more than hospital scrubs, tossed in the trash bin behind the building.

The dress hung to dry, she stepped into the heated fall of water, sighing as it touched and caressed her skin. It felt like she had not showered in months. It seemed like she stayed in that shower for months...

When she emerged, wrapped only in the soft white towel the motel provided, she looked like a nearly different girl. Her skin was clean, pale, unmarred, soft, supple. Her cascading mane of chocolate brown hair flowed down over her shoulders and back in long waves, wet and dripping. The towel clung almost lovingly to every curve, of her breasts, the nipples reacting to the slight chill of the motel room air, the curve of her hips melting into the roundness of her ass. The towel came to rest at the mid of her thighs...

She held the towel with one hand, the other she gently combing her fingers thru that striking mane of hers.
It never even occurred to her that she was nearly naked before a stranger, He had helped her escape, even if she did not know what she was escaping from. He was helping her now. She trusted Him... she had to...

But somewhere, deep inside, that voice, once so loud, at the moment so very soft, whispered "run... run from Him Kadyn... He will hurt YOU"
 
While she showered, he was on the phone. One call to Telldyne, telling them where they were located, he could bring her in without a snitch. They wouldn't bother local police, wouldn't even have to hurt another of their men. Simple, sweet, quiet.

"What do you mean?"

His hand shook as they explained what had happened. Officers had died, people were killed as a result of the experiment escaping. Not people they could get rid of, like inside the building, inside the grounds of Telldyne. No, these were people outside, with families and names, cold and lifeless on morgue tables.

"It came down from higher exec's. The entire board voted on it. They cooperated with the government, with the cops. As we speak they are going through her files. They know what we've been doing to her."

Oh fuck! He had told them, hadn't he? How many times had he told them to keep it under the radar, to not involve anyone else. How would the F.B.I. let him keep her once they found out about her? She would be at the first military base, cut open, studied for further testing, used to find out how to make a super soldier.

"They found out where she went, she told someone your address. The board voted on that as well, you were fired. Everyone's looking for you."

When Jack turned on the tv, he could only sit there, his jaw hanging open, his world fading. His face became pale, and all he could see were the blurry images of his own picture up next to an outdated one of her.

Jack, of 1609 Silver Circle. Jack, who had helped her escape. Jack, wanted.

Anger rose in him, deep seated, intense anger.

"They can't do this to me, no one can do this to me. This is my project, this is my fucking responsibility."

"Turn yourself in man. Just cooperate. Let her go."

Jack gave an ugly smile, "You want us, come and find us. She's mine, I have her, and she is going to eat out of my fucking palm, do you understand that?"

The shower turned off. Jack clicked the phone. It would just take more time, that is all. He needed more time, and a lot more supplies. WIth her by his side, with her, so patient, so loyal...

She came out of the shower, draped in a towel, her skin so wet, so fresh. She looked good enough to eat. He got hard instantly. He remembered the times he took her in the shower, from behind, her begging for more.

He had forced her to beg for more.

"Come here," He said, his plan changing now, his world turned upside down. He needed her, alive, healthy.

He eased her onto the bed. He could feel her discomfort, her need not to, but he shook his head.

"Don't move, if you want to live, you want to be free with me, do not move."

He eased the towel from off her body, watching it part, revealing such supple skin. She lay on the bed, and him beside her, on his side. His one hand seperating the towel, his eyes a second skin on her.

One hand moved between her parted thighs, slipping inside of her.

"Do you realize how much you are worth to them? How much money they put into you, to make you the perfect killer?"

His fingers, warm, gentle, probing into her slick folds.

"I was the accountant you know, I was the one who ran the numbers. Millions, you are worth millions. They wouldn't let you go without a leash."

Her G-spot, his finger bumped up against it, pressed it, moved along its smooth calloused surface, all along the side, so careful, so intimate.

"Don't move," He whispered to her now, like a man opening a combination safe, his brow furrowed, his mind concentrating.

"There..."

Small, the size of a pencil's sharp point, his finger touched it, the foreign object inside of her.

"Tracking device. It's how they've been following you."

Another finger plunged into her, deeper, fumbling against her g-spot, searching to find it again. Damn, it was so small...

The palm of his hand bucked against her clit, he nearly smiled.

"Don't tell me you are liking this, are you?"
 
"Come here,"

His voice had changed, had a deeper, almost deadly tinge to it. She obeyed without thinking, walking to where He sat on the bed, near the pillow. She wasn't even sure why she had.

He pulled her gently onto the bed, easing her down onto her back. She willingly surrendered, for the moment, to His guidance, she laying back with a sigh. She had not lain on a real bed in what felt like forever. The softness embracing her, it felt like heaven to her.


"Don't move, if you want to live, you want to be free with me, do not move."

She trusted Him, He had helped her, right?? She trusted Him. She wanted to ask what He was doing, as He opened the towel, revealing her naked form to His eyes. Darkened nipples responding to the slight chill, peaked and throbbing. Her skin was flawless, supple, silken to the touch. The gentle rise and fall of her chest as she breathed bringing the slightest of sways to those breasts.

He was next to her, laying, intimately close to her, His hands, His hands were on her.

"Do you realize how much you are worth to them? How much money they put into you, to make you the perfect killer?" His fingers, warm, gentle, probing into her slick folds. "I was the accountant you know, I was the one who ran the numbers. Millions, you are worth millions. They wouldn't let you go without a leash."

What was He talking about???? What.. was He doing?? Her back arching slightly at the invasion, a thick finger stroking along her sex, pushing inside of her. Muscles tightening, grasping, a warm flow of blood pulsing to those veins, a slight pulse as her heart pounds..

"what.... what are You......." her voice melts into a low, deep moan, as that fingertip rubs, presses against a deep, inner part of her. The whole of her body tingles... pleasure washing over her. Her mind was screaming at her...

HE'S DOING IT AGAIN.... PLEASURE... ALWAYS FOLLOWED BY PAIN... NOOOO ... RUN... HIDE...

Those eyes glazed, a hissing in of breath, pale blue orbs looking at Him, staring.... at HIM... She would KILL HIM...

"Don't move, There..."
"Tracking device. It's how they've been following you."


Following her? Suddenly the rage that had been directed at Him, for that brief moment, faded, and turned. They've been following her? Who?? Her darkened eyes looked at Him, searching His eyes, searching for answers, helpless, hopeless, and vunerable.

Another finger joined the first, sliding inside of her. "Ohhhhhhhhhhhh" Kadyn's gasp pushes past her lips, a flood of wetness spilling over those thick lengths now buried deep inside her, heated, slick, she could feel herself quivering. Her own fingers dig into the bedding under her... as His palm brushes against her now swelling clit..

All the times He had raped her, she had never become aroused on her own, only when HE commanded it, His control over her was strengthening, until she ran, until she escaped, vowing to kill Him, slaughter Him. Now, Kadyn was becoming aroused by just His touch, just as a normal woman would when being touched by a man... as she lay next to her Torturer....

"Don't tell me you are liking this, are you?"

That question startled Kadyn, now it certainly would NOT have, had she remembered who HE was, and what He so often did to her. Any arousal from Him, by Him, at His command, was always either preceeded, or followed, by agonizing pain, as He continued to break her, program her, torture her. Often, when He wished to simply pleasure Himself with her, she never lubricated for Him, not that He cared....

"I... I can't help it" she murmered, the last word flowing into a low moan as He seemed to find what He was looking for, extracting a small, absolutely tiny object.... she was panting on the bed, her skin flush and damp with heat...
 
To have seen her so many times in this position, those hateful eyes glaring at him as he forced her to cum, forced pleasure into her, it felt a relief to see them so bland now. She stared like a woman finding herself, or losing herself. A woman bent on discovering more.

Between his fingers, he took out the device. His fingers wet with her juices, a small sucking sound as they left her cunt, brought it up to the light. It looked so small, he had to bring it almost to his nose before he could see if it was really in his hands.

He turned it off, setting it next to his computer. He would have fun with that later, sending them on wild goose chases.

For now... her still unable to recognize him, still sitting there, her legs spread, her breath held, those breasts, defying gravity, nipples reaching out for him.

"I know you can not help it. It is ok, they showed you so much pain in that place, such disasters. You, of all people need to feel pleasure."

And with that, his fingers dipped inside her once more. They found their way deep inside, her pussy wet, hot, dripping for him. He could feel her react, feel her whole body next to his. Her naked, him fully clothed, her spread out, him right next to her.

"I always loved you," He said, his lips going to her neck, tasting her, touching with such love, such kindness. Kindness he had never showed her before, only in the darkest of hours, with two men fucking her from either end did he touch her this way, when he saw her cunt distended, gaping wide, semen from different partners dripping from her used body in so many places.

"I wanted to show you this, what it is like to be loved, to be held."

A third finger entered her, slipped inside, took her, his hand cupping her sex, bringing it higher and higher. The scent of desire, a deep musk filling the room, driving him wild.
 
Kadyn cried out, her body arching, shuddering, as His fingers pushed inside her once more..... her nails tore into the bedding... a spilling of her sweet, slippery wetness coating those thick lengths. His mouth, caressing, tasting her skin. Kissing, licking, as He plunged His fingers in and out....

For a moment, just a split second is all it was, her memory opened up, brutal, vicious rapes, she begging for mercy, begging Him to make it stop, until a cock was brutally shoved into her screaming mouth. Sex, intimacy, always ment pain, agonizing, unbearable pain for her..

Kadyn screamed, the sound would have alerted any guests in the adjoining rooms had their been any. But they were the only guests, and the Proprieter was passed out drunk at the front desk...

She viciously shoved Jack away from her, rolling from the bed, cowering in the far corner, trying to cover herself.... "ppplease.... please... no .... no more, please make it stop... Ohhhh god... make it stop" Her voice was crying, she was so vunerable and helpless...

Kadyn had no idea what was happening, what she was saying, just as she did not when she killed those people. Altho in this state, she was a bit more aware than when in that state.

Shaking violently... she stared at Him... a lost look in her eyes.... "ppplease....."
 
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With her heard turned, he licked at his fingers, those delicious juices running down them. His tongue, long, snaking out to take her fresh scent. Some other place, some other time he would have stared lewdly at her, made her watch him drink from her manipulated cunt.

Not now though, not when he played the good guy.

"Stop what, Kadyn?" He peered, paused, curiousity over to her in the corner.

"You want me to stop helping you? I can you know... with a million dollar reward offered? I can call Telldyne right now and tell them where you are. You can go back there, you can be raped, and used, and made to kill random men for the pleasure of sick fucks like..."

Like himself, a small smile played at his lips.

"... like them. I can stop this all Kadyn. Just tell me."

On his laptop, he started bouncing the tracker signal to different places. Apparently, this new fake Kadyn... Kadyn, that name, so foreign to him, yet familiar. He had only called her cunt before, how weird to use an actual name.

This new Kadyn was on a plane to Hawaii, and then Australia. It would take them days before they figured out they were chasing ghosts.

"I only wanted to help, you know. You looked soo good down there, so beautiful. I couldn't help myself. I'm weak, forgive me."

That is how the good guys did it, didn't they? Fuck, it had been a long time since Jack played the good guy. He didn't know if he could remember how. Asking forgiveness, being sorry, letting the stupid fucking cunt win, he supposed that was it.

He needed her though, if they were to both get out of this alive, he needed her. His own company had betrayed him, sold him up because of pressure from the government. They would pay, they would all pay.

And, as Jack looked at his new toy, his new loyal toy, he knew how. Suddenly, he knew how everyone was going to pay for this mutiny.

"Tell me, Kadyn," her name poured off his tongue like sweet sugar, "How would you like to get back at those who did this to you?"
 
In the corner she shivered, trembled, unable to cease the near violent quakings of her body. She was confused, what she had felt was pleasure, why had she pushed Him away? He was helping her, He had retrieved a tracking device from her. What was the matter... with her?

"I wish.... I wish I could remember" she said more to herself than to Him, her voice quivering.

"You want me to stop helping you? I can you know... with a million dollar reward offered? I can call Telldyne right now and tell them where you are. You can go back there, you can be raped, and used, and made to kill random men for the pleasure of sick fucks like them..."

She had no idea what He was talking about.... Raped?? Used??? Kill random men?? She, she was just Kadyn, lost, alone, unable to remember.

"You can go back there" Those 5 small words terrified her, sent a chill she did not understand racing up her spine...

She had no clue where back there was, but already knew, she did NOT want to find out. It was obvious that she was hunted, wanted. She had to believe whatever He was saying..

"No.. no.. don't send me back... please don't send me back"

She was so lost, as powerful as she was, she was completely and utterly lost.

"I only wanted to help, you know. You looked soo good down there, so beautiful. I couldn't help myself. I'm weak, forgive me."

Kadyn fixed her so very blue eyes on His face, struggling, trying to force herself to remember Him. If He was the only kind face amidst the monsters there, wherever there was, she wanted to remember Him, desperately wanted to remember Him. But again, she could not. Her head down, the softest of sighs escapes her lips.

"I.... I'm glad You helped me... J..JJack.... " she admitted... "I wish I could remember You. Remember Your kindness"

If she only knew. If ever she did remember, the horrible, agonizing pain He put her thru, her throat raw from screaming... only to come to her and rape her, force her to climax for Him, the ultimate humiliation. If only she remembered how many times she vowed to kill Him.

"Tell me, Kadyn," her name poured off his tongue like sweet sugar, "How would you like to get back at those who did this to you?"

Her breath caught. Those words, rolling off His tongue so very easily, triggering something deep inside her. Dark eyes glazing over, becoming hazed, pale. Her head canting aside ever so slightly. She ran her tongue along her lips, wetting them, she was no longer trembling, shaking.

Uncoiling from her cowering position, she stood up, her muscles tensing, as if she were ready to pounce, ready to kill, and He.... was her prey...

"You" she hissed..."I vowed I would kill YOU"

She took a slow, very deliberate step toward Him...

It felt like a searing hot blade, slicing into her brain. Kadyn screamed, hands clamping to her head, the pain was numbing, maddening, and she crashed to the floor, body convulsing, spasming, her own nails clawing at her head, her eyes..... Until she fell into the blessed darkness of unconsciousness, she going limp, as if she had died. Her breathing slowed.... The rage, horror and agony on her face faded..... she was out cold...
 
"Damn..."

They had called it the reset button. And for a good reason too, Jack though, looking at her, shaking, foaming slightly at the mouth. She was a vision of a horror movie.

He held the tiny electronical device in his hands, smaller than a gun, but more useful as well. It sent the tiniest of shocks in her brains, where they had implanted a single rod, almost the size of her tracking device. Most of the time it did nothing, simply laid there, let her get control of things, do what she wanted.

But... the moment she wanted to do something no one else did, press the reset button and it all goes back to zero. She doesn't remember a thing, that rod turning off her all short term memory cells.

It probably fucked with a lot of other shit, like those eyes. They changed as fast as the weather.

"Ain't you a bitch," He hadn't cum. He made her cream all over his fucking hands, and here he stood, her passed out, with a damned hard cock straining in his bathrobe.

Shit, he'd need clothes too.

Time to go shopping.

By the time she woke, they were already in the car, driving West. Everything packed up, including some new toys he had just purchased.

"I was wondering how long it would take you. What do you remember, Kadyn?"

The gun no longer his, but he still had the device, tucked under his palm. She'd be a good girl this time, no matter what.
 
The rocking of the car... wait... train?? No.. car, yes, car, slowly roused her from her state. Her eyes hurt as she tried to open them, a low moan slipping past her lips. What, what had happened?? Was she still in the cab? Heading toward 1609 Silver Circle?

No...

No... Jack... Jack had found her. Jack... was driving....


"I was wondering how long it would take you. What do you remember, Kadyn?"

His voice was rather, stern, and she was not sure she liked that tone. It was not the softer, kinder voice she remembered. She REMEMBERED?? Well, she remembered the motel room, taking the soothing, heated shower. She remembered laying on the bed, His hands on her, His fingers....... His fingers inside her...

"You... Jack.... You helped me, You found me. I... Your fingers, inside me, the.... the tracking device" she took a deep, shuddering breath. She was sprawled across the backseat, and it just now dawned on her that she was... naked, under a blanket, in the backseat of His moving car.

"I remember ........" her eyes widened, she remembered the pain, but she had no recollection of where or why such agony hit her... " the pain..."

And He caused the pain, didn't He?? No, No, He saved her from the pain. He helped her. He would not hurt her..

"where are we? where are we going?" she sat up, wrapping the blanket tighter around her naked form, shivering slightly. It was dark out, she thinking it was the mid of the night.

"PLEASE..." He was taking her BACK... Back to the rape, the torture that He told her about, back to Telldyne.."PLEASE.. DON'T.. don't take me back there" Kadyn was begging, her voice shaking... tears rolling down the softness of her cheeks... "JJJJack... please.... mmmercy" ..... Mercy was a word that she used often when begging Jack.... J..... it was a word He never listened to before....
 
They pulled up, the car reaching a stop inside the driveway. A small cabin, deep in the woods, paid for by investors. People who gave different funds to Telldyne, paid to keep secrets out of the media, paid to have their good names from being strewn across the mud.

Who knew what was happening now though. The board confessing, marking him as the ring leader, and handing over ever file they ever had on her? Good God, a nightmare come true.

"I can't turn you in," He said, getting out of the car, "If I do, we'll both never see daylight again. Don't you understand, they know I helped you escape? They will kill me... you, they'll just throw back inside."

Mixing truth in with lies. Like mixing sugar in with medicine, it helped with the bitter taste. Jack had been good at that, ever so much more than most. He grabbed his bag, opening up the door for her.

"We'll be fine here, for awhile. I hope you are ok with this. I don't know... I don't know if you have family or someone you want to go see. I don't know all that much about you."

He reached out, his hand slipping into hers, a quick pulse of shock between them, so beautiful.

"I want to know though, I want to know everything."
 
"We'll be fine here, for awhile. I hope you are ok with this. I don't know... I don't know if you have family or someone you want to go see. I don't know all that much about you."

His voice had softened, calmed, and she found herself calming slowly as well. He had opened her door, offering her a hand to help her out of the car. Her own slipping within, the other tightening the wrap of the blanket about her form, a protective cocoon....

"I... I have no one.... except You" she whispered, that much she was sure of. Somewhere, in the back of her twisting, desperate mind, a mind trying to salvage itself, trying to survive, she knew... she was alone... except for Him.....

She always had been, even in the midst of the most horrific of tests... she was alone, so utterly and completely alone, except for Him, her Torturer, her Tormentor.....

She felt a tingle, that rippled from the touch of His palms, upwards, her breath catching, her eyes closing for that brief moment... before it was gone. That beautiful, brief, moment...

He lead the naked girl into the cabin, it was small, cozy inside. The bedroom and living room were one in the same. A fireplace dominated one wall. Dust had settled on every available surface, but to her, it was ....home... the closest thing to home she had seen in such a very long time...


"I want to know though, I want to know everything."

"everything? I... I don't remember anything.... JJJJack... please... don't be angry with me... I, I will try and answer Your questions"

He was helping her, He was all she had. They would take her back, inprison her again, if she lost Him. They would find her. She could not loose Him, she could not make Him angry....
 
Once the door was closed, he dropped his stuff. At once, he was on her, grabbing her shoulders, pressing her against the wall. She slammed into her, her body reacting, her breath caught on those loving lips.

The blankets dropped around her, polling to her feet like some cascaded waterfall. It looked so beautiful.

"Don't move," He spoke, whispered breath, hot, his hands tight, catching her. It was no match for her strength though. He was a pawn compared to her. If she wished, she could grab his neck right now, snap it, watch his blood pour out.

"You do not remember anything?" His eyes were daggers, searching for her, digging into her. Was she trembling beneath him, with fear or hate, with rage or humbleness.

"You do not remember this?" He kissed her, soft. His lips like water on hers, drawing her in for a drink. His tongue came out, wicked, naughty, tasting her, playing with the cool sensual pleasure she offered.

The kiss hardened though, hardened as he pinned her to the wall, hardening as he began to take her. She was not helpless though, she chose to be here, to do this.

But her desires were elsewhere.
 
The thud of the door closing was still a faint echo when He was upon her, shoving her back, the wall trapping her. Eyes wide and staring, the blanket dropped, flooding to the floor at her feet, leaving her naked, vunerable.

"Don't move," A command, growled into her ear, she feeling her breath hiss within, catching. His hands tighten upon her shoulders, strong fingers digging into the supple flesh..

"You do not remember anything?" He stared into those deep blue eyes, searching, for recognition, for lies, for who she really was, searching for her memories.

"nnno.... please.... I.... I don't" she whispered, hushed, trembling, her voice and her body, shuddering against Him. She was terrified, confused, her hands coming up to rest on His chest, not to push Him away... she could not push Him away... she needed Him... He was all she had....

"You do not remember this?" His lips met hers, caressing, urging her own to open, His tongue seeking her own, slithering into her mouth. Kadyn moaned into the kiss, the sound vibrating along the column of her throat to tickle her own tongue as well as His. The kiss deepened, she letting her eyes close, letting herself melt into the pleasure that was enveloping her body. Her hands pressed to His chest, relaxing, sliding around Him as He presses into her.

Pleasure, warm, intoxicating... soothing, refreshing... cascading over her as they kissed. His tongue sliding deeper into her mouth, a low growl felt by her, He pressing into her. His hands, moving from where they gripped her shoulders, one coming to rest on the wall next to her, the other, she felt the other, touching her, caressing her.

A thought screaming into her mind... "NO... NO... PAIN... HE ONLY BRINGS PAIN"... but Kadyn did not retreat into a frenzied, cowering, begging heap this time. She caught hold of the thought and dismissed it. He had asked if she remembered, remembered His kiss. They had to have been lovers. She was not alone after all....
 
Again resistance. Anger flared up in him, his grip on her stronger than before. He pushed her, hard against the wall. His body clinging to hers, making her cower in her form.

How could she remember so much, how could she have kept alive for this long? How did these thoughts find their ways into her head, stirring up from the warped visages of her subconscious. What had happened? Had they just fried her brain too much, had she reached her capacity?

No, he knew she could handle more. Each time she crawled to him, each time she continued to fight and struggle, despite its futility, he knew her true inner strength. It would take a lot more to truly break her.

"you have been soo lost. I used to watch you," He said, his kissing melting into her skin, searching her soft flesh for taste. Those tiny shivers, quakes upon her body. He kissed, touched, licked. Her neck opened to him, and his teeth bared down.

Simple love nibbles, nothing more.

"Each day, in the mornings. I would watch you, and wonder about you. I never knew your name, they did not give you one. You were always just a number. I wanted to call your name... God, I wanted to make love to you, and scream your name."

Her breasts, heavy, high on her chest, driving those hardened nipples into him with each hurried breath. He kissed his way down to them, taking one in his hand, pulling it to his mouth, to his waiting tongue. He moaned aloud when it was finally his, when he could taste her for the first time.

Taste her without her being strapped down, without her spitting in his face, screaming, desperately trying to escape. He could take his time now, he would set his own pace.

He would rape her slowly, gently.
 
Kadyn relaxed under the caress of His words, the touch of His lips, the pressure of His kiss. The whole of her form trembling against that wall.. pinned between Him and the hard surface, trapped, captured, helpless..

Her head lifted, baring her throat to Him, His tongue slick and wet, warm against the skin there, when His head lowered, to allow His mouth to capture, suckle, a darkened, warm, aroused nipple, Kadyn's fingers curled into His hair, gently stroking thru, her breathing deepening, a warmth spreading out from where His mouth attached to her, tingling, soothing, quickening her beating heart, the flow of her blood..

She cried out, her voice keening with the sensations that flooded her every nerve ending...


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621911 screamed, a howling sound that echoed into the near sterile room. There was nothing soft here, to absorb her cries, her beggings, her curses, her screams. Only the hard surfaces of walls, the gleaming steele table, the silver of the cuffs that held wrists, ankles, and one particularly thick one tight across her throat, that held her in place. Open for Him, yet unable to react, to protect herself. Helpless.....

He was there, again, the room dark. He liked to play in the dark, the light was just too harsh. 621911 had no need to look upon His face in the light, she knew well what He looked like, when He reared over her, raping her, or when His head was low against her chest, His teeth raking, biting, suckling a nipple, when He was between her legs, tasting her most intimate of places, forcing her to cry out, forcing her to orgasm for Him...

621911 screamed.... cursing Him as yet another climax shuddered thru her, He lifting His head from between her widely parted, shackled legs. He climbed on top of her, entering her.... raping her.... the wetness that He had drawn forth coating Him, and He laughing...

She desperately fighting the steele that held her, and the sensations that raced thru her.....


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Kadyn's cry faded into a low, needing moan, her eyes looking down, upon His face, as His mouth closes over the other nipple...

"I wanted to call your name... God, I wanted to make love to you, and scream your name."

Her body sought the wall for support as she rocked seductively agaisnt Him, one leg lifting from the floor, to wrap about His hip, an open invitation, she was begging Him to take her. Her hands now upon His shoulders, clasping at the back of His neck, the wetness of her soaking as she undulates, sways, to His body.. her heat was searing hot, the scent of her thick, warm, sweet....

"JJJack... " she murmered, liking the sound of His name on her lips, rolling along her tongue... "Jack... yyyesss... please Jack... "

She had never, ever, begged for Him before, but she did not know that at this time....
 
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