Chapter 10 #2
I snuggle down into the undergrowth like the little animal he has always treated me as, feeling safe and secure and so fucking loved. In this moment, with warm sun falling through leaves, casting dappled shadows on my body, I feel a kind of peace I have rarely experienced.
Boss stays close, feeding himself on wild forage. I can hear his heavy body moving across the ground, and then the rustle of leaves as they are taken, and then the slow grinding chew of their mastication.
Not all my mates are mad at me. Not everybody expects me to be a good little captive pet. Boss’ quiet acceptance of me from day one nourishes me so deeply, I let go of my worries for a perfect moment and fall asleep, his cum sliding slowly out of my well-bred pussy.
Sometimes, progress in life happens because of hard work, perseverance, and a can-do attitude.
Other times it happens just because it happens.
I’d like to say I concocted a cunning plan to get up to the city above, but the truth is one afternoon I’m on my own and I’m grabbed by a couple of men wearing helmets and masks and put in a small helicopter.
They snatch me up so efficiently I’m up in the city before it really hits me that I’m being kidnapped.
“Bring her in here,” a male voice says from inside an office, which is inside the building we landed on, and just across from the external stairs we came down.
I don’t get the sense I am being kidnapped in a bad way. It’s funny how once you’ve been kidnapped a few times you start to get a sense of these things. The men who take me are particularly polite, which is nice. They seem invested in my comfort, and they call me ma’am.
“What’s happening?”
“You’re being brought in, ma’am,” one of my captors says. “It’s been a long time, don’t worry, everything will be clear soon.”
I’m taken into a room and sat in a chair. It’s pretty dark in the room, but I know someone else is here, more as a silhouette than as a whole person. He approaches me and waves a tool of some kind near my head. I feel myself beep like a self-checkout machine.
And then it’s all clear.
All of it.
He turns the lights on and addresses me by my name.
“Agent Mills.”
I look into the face of a man with gray hair. “Mr. Brown,” I say.
“Good,” he says, fiddling with a little box in his hands. “You’re back.”
I nod curtly. “I am.”
“You have managed to get all three of them to Earth this time,” he says. “Very good work. You’ll be receiving a commendation for this.”
“Three who, sir?”
“One moment,” he says. “We’re restoring the rest of your memories. Just… one… second… I always forget the last code. Sorry. Let me see. one, two, three… oh four. I should really remember that. And then the hash key…”
There’s an audible click inside my skull, and all of a sudden I remember everything.
I remember a briefing room the day before my boss tried to have me killed years ago. I remember this man. I remember that his name is Mr. Brown, and that’s not his real name, but it’s the only name I will ever know him by.
I am wearing a polyester blouse and slacks and shoes that are sensible. My hair is tied back in an efficient ponytail. When I look down, my nails are nicely manicured in a way that makes it look like they haven’t been manicured at all. Short French tips. Classy. Modest. Very professional.
Mr. Brown has called me into the briefing room where there’s usually a dozen people at the very least, and at a hundred at the most. It’s just me today. I sit three rows back, because that strikes me as slightly funny.
I am an annoying little fucker, I realize.
Mr. Brown briefs me without commenting on my choice of seat.
“Tomorrow, you’re going to be subject to an assassination attempt that will not work. You will flee this attempt and stowaway on a ship. This ship will take you to an alien station where several women will be illegally sold. Your job is to…”
I mentally fill in the blanks. My job is to stop the sale, and bring the aliens to justice. This is a sting. We’re letting the aliens steal some human women in the effort to shut down illegal smuggling.
“These three alien mercenaries have interrupted our trade routes on multiple occasions. We need to neutralize them without simply killing them. They are all connected in important ways, and the loss of any of them would be the cause of much suffering. What we need is to either get them under our control, or have them in captivity.”
The projector hisses, and three faces are displayed on the screen in front of me. There’s a cow, a snake man, and a male model.
“They don’t look like people,” I say, deadpan.
“They’re not people. They’re alien mercenaries.”
“But why male models?”
My superior gives me a dubious look. “I’m going to need you to take this seriously, Melanie,” he says.
“Of course. It’s obviously very serious,” I say. I bite my lip so as not to ask why we’re enabling illegal human smuggling.
“Why are we enabling illegal human smuggling?” Fuck. Well. I tried.
My superior’s face goes flat. His mouth goes into a thin line.
“You don’t understand the wider complexities of this issue,” he says. “The powers that be know what they are doing and are operating well within corporate law.”
“Oh? I thought the law protected all the citizens in the coalition of corporations?”
“It does. But Earthbound humans are not protected because they are not subscribers to any corporate territories.”
“Oh. So we’re selling the women who live down there to support the populations up here, and we’re mad that those three are getting in the middle of this?”
“Yes,” he says. “Now. Because of the extreme sensitivity of this mission…”
“Yes,” I say.
“Because it is important to keep it top secret…”
“Of course,” I say.
“Because you will have to maintain true deep cover…”
“Mhm.”
“Could you please let me finish a sentence without interrupting, Ms. Mills?”
“Probably,” I say.
“We’re going to alter your memories,” he says.
“You will have full access to them at the end of the mission, but while it is in progress we may have to make adjustments from time to time. Do not worry, you will be under the supervision of our handling team, who will be making edits to your memories on the fly.”
“Oh. Good.”
“Yes,” he says. “You’ve already consented to this upon signing up for the position, and you’ve already signed away memory rights to the Zeal Corporation, so we won’t be taking questions on that front.”
“Oh, we won’t?”
I think about running away and escaping before I get put into the middle of an operation to help corporates sell women illegally, but also sort of legally.
“The remuneration for this mission will be generous,” he says. “It comes with full retirement.”
I stop thinking about running away. Nobody gets full retirement anymore.
Cost of living means that just getting through any given week without your subscription to life lapsing is a big achievement for most of us.
The notion of being allowed to survive until our very own bodies decide to stop is a real luxury.
“You mean I am going to get paid to get old and retire, right? Not that you’re going to put a bullet in me and call that retirement?” I give a nervous jovial laugh.
I get one back from Mr. Brown. “Wow. That would be crazy,” he says “Anyway. The memory alteration will take place tonight, while you sleep. For now, we’re going to insert a chip in your skull that will allow us to tamper, I mean, moderate your memories wirelessly when you’re within our territories. ”
That’s what happened in the very, very beginning. Then I went and hooked up with the mercenaries, but I fucked up the mission because I kept trying to save the women. And I kept… oh… that’s right. Fucking the mercenaries way too good.
A wave of hotness comes rushing back over me as memory after memory comes to mind.
In one, my pussy and ass are wrapped around Sharp’s cocks. His big, scaled hands are gripping my hips, holding me in place as he drives inside me.
“You are such a pretty little pet,” he praises me. “Such a good girl. Are you going to take my mating seed?”
In another, Boss slides his cock into my pussy, stretching it lewdly wide. I let out a plaintive wail of arousal as he claims my body for his own. Kronos helps muffle my cries by pushing his cock into my mouth, his fingers stroking my hair lightly and sweetly, comforting me as I am roughly mated.
I love them so much. They are my heroes. They are so strong, so handsome, and so incredibly capable in every regard. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life bearing their babies.
“That’s it,” Kronos says. “Take those cocks, pet. You’re such a hungry little pet, aren’t you? So desperate for our seed. You’re going to swell with our baby, pet. You’re going to be our good little fuck mate.”
“Ahem.”
Mr. Brown clears his throat back in the present day.
“Sorry,” I say, trying not to blush too furiously. “Just getting caught up internally. Did you say something?”
“Take a few minutes,” he says. “Let me know when you’re ready to continue.”
I get more memories back. One with him in it, actually, after the first time I was returned to Zeal headquarters. I didn’t run away from my mates like they thought I did. I was abducted back home in shame after trying to save the women being sold.
“You’re not supposed to be fighting for human liberation,” he’s lecturing me.
“I’m not?”
“No. You’re going to be removed from service. Don’t worry. We’re redeploying you into the club system. You’ll be shifting tracking pills under the guise of drugs.”
“But what about my mates…”
“You were not sent to space to fuck aliens. You were sent to bring them to justice.”
“Oh. Sorry. I forgot.”
“I know. You needed to be kept from knowing your own will, but we did not imagine you’d go this far off-spec. Don’t worry. You won’t remember anything you were doing before this. We’re giving you a fresh start, and a blank slate.”