Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
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.