Altered Ch. 06

I rolled Victoria over to the side where she flopped down in a gelatinous mass, as if her whole body had suddenly been filled with muscle relaxants. I knee walked closer to Theresa and grabbed her ankles when I was close enough and pulled her across the bed to me.

"Please," she pleaded, "Slow..."

I must have looked like a crazed animal that was about to eat her because that's the level of fear in her eyes. I had to force control over my body and I slowed down for her. I rubbed my cock across her lips soothingly. The condom was already slicked with Victoria's juices. Soon she began to relax and I slipped the tip in.

"Slow..." she pleaded once more, and I nodded my head once more assuring her I was in control.

I let her adjust to my size slowly as I thrust into her in slow motion, slipping a centimeter more length every third thrust into her. She wasn't as experienced as Victoria and it took me much longer to get into a proper thrusting rhythm. Her gasps of pain were soon replaced by moans of pleasure and this encouraged me on.

She started saying incomprehensible sentences where I could only understand a few words here and there. "...Fuck me..." "...I'm soo wet.." "...I'm yours forever...", crazy assed things that made no sense together but from the snippets I could understand it was as if she was enjoying sex for the first time and didn't realize it could be this good.

Through the whole time I had to hold back this urge that was in me. It was an urge to fuck, but like an animal, or a ravaging beast that only cares for its own pleasure. It was like I was holding back my inner caveman. I let it take control once more.

I swept her up into my arms pulling her vertical. She seemed to weigh a feather as I walked us off the bed and onto the open floor where I fucked her standing up. I had a hold of her ass with one hand and her back with the other. I lifted her up and dropped her down impaling her over and over again. I was fucking her with wild abandon and she was just as lust crazed. She stepped onto my calves as my knees were bent for balance and she used them like a step to get leverage so she could fuck back into me.

She was babbling now and her words were incomprehensible, it was like she was speaking in tongues.

The contrasts between us was bringing me to a peak. I saw my cock being swallowed up by her darker skin tone, seeming to disappear and reappear over and over again. Unlike with Victoria where we just seemed like one flesh. She was so bony, and thin, her ass seemed to redden and bruise with every thrust. Her eyes were bugging out as another orgasm overwhelmed her.

Her orgasm set off my own and suddenly I found myself bursting, my cock filled her pussy and soon my cum was leaking down our legs and it pooled at our feet. Theresa lay limply against me like she was a baby being carried by her parent. I walked her back to the bed, I pulled out of her and a damn of cum gushed out of her. I laid her down and covered her up.

The condom was torn and useless and more like a rubber band cock ring than something useful.

I turned to see Victoria on all fours waiting on me.

"Fuck me!"

"I need another condom!"

"No! I need it, please. Can't you can just pull out? Fuck me! I need to feel it in me."

The caveman in me led me cock first over to her awaiting cunt and before I could consciously process what I was doing, I was thrusting into her over and over. We fucked for over an hour, I didn't count the number of orgasms she had. I had this amazing ability to hold back my orgasm and I guess I was testing myself, trying to find my limits. I could have cum within the first ten minutes but I held it off for over an hour. I could have kept going, my stamina was off the charts, but I had already tried every position I knew and was about to try them again but Victoria was tiring. Finally, I laid her down missionary and fucked her hard, the bed seemed to bounce us into the air as I tried to push her into the mattress.

She was about to cum. She came so many times before that I could tell not only when but that this was a big one. It's like she knew I was going to cum.

"I'm going to come, where do you want it?"

"Please, don't pull out... I need you... Just come in me... I'm on the pill it's ok."

"The pill won't work with me..."

She looked at me with a concern I mistook for worry, "Don't you dare pull out, please..." she pleaded.

Her wish was my command and the floodgates opened up. I came so hard and fast my balls ached. I flooded her with cum and she exploded in the longest orgasm of the night. It seemed to last for minutes, I didn't know when it would stop or when I would stop cumming as burst after burst filled her. She shook and quaked, her eyes glazed over and she screamed. She fell limply back into the bed in a puddle of cum. She fought sleep but sleep overcame her and she passed out. Throughout the whole session, Theresa laid asleep, dead to the world.

I covered Victoria with a blanket and looked up at a clock, it was almost one in the morning. I was covered in sweat and cum so I decided to use the shower and clean up. It was nice, it felt like I hadn't showered in years, and I probably hadn't when I thought about it.

The bed was soaked with sex and sweat and the girls were still passed out when I got out of the shower, so staying didn't seem like a good option. Besides which, I was wide awake and still horny. So, I left after leaving a note, thanking them for an amazing night.

As I made my way to the lobby, I ran into the other girls.

"Hey, Mike! Did you have a good time?" Brooke asked.

"Well a gentleman doesn't kiss and tell," I replied back smiling.

"I'm gonna assume, yes, based on your shit-eating grin," she said and the other girls started giggling.

They looked really drunk, and although I knew they wanted me I didn't feel right about taking advantage of them in their drunken state.

"Good night ladies," I said, tipping an imaginary cap to them.

"Awww, come on Mike! Come up to the room with us... you won't regret it."

"I think I would actually, maybe tomorrow... when you're sober, Okay?"

"Okay," "He's sooo sweet." "And hot!" I heard them say as they made their way to the elevators.

I exited their swanky tourist hotel. And made my way back towards the shop. Although I wasn't tired; I should have been after the workout I just went through. I guess what Amelia said about my modifications were correct, but there was something else that she didn't mention. Things didn't add up, it was like she was discouraging me from having sex. She made it out like the women in the lab I had sex with were practically raped, but that's not how I was remembering it.

I suddenly saw myself hovering over a plump woman, and we were fucking hard. She was obviously tired and nearly passed out but she was begging me for more. Her legs locked around my waist, her hand locked around my neck, pushing herself with whatever she had in her to fuck back into me with each thrust that I pounded into her. Suddenly the room was filled with men, three grabbed me to pull me off of her, but I flung them across the room like they were nothing but rag dolls and kept fucking this woman. I saw a man that I threw across the room speaking into a walkie talkie. He was calling for backup and saying something about my sexual frenzy giving me a type of adrenaline boost making me even stronger than before.

The room was suddenly filled with people, men and women alike. Five men tackled me like I was a quarterback, and they dogpiled on me. Three women grabbed the woman and dragged her out of the room. She was begging them to put let her stay. It was then I saw it, there was some type of strap covering her vagina and her ass hole was gaping open!

I was experiencing a type of sexual PTSD, accompanied by flashbacks. When I say it was a sexual PTSD and not just straight PTSD, I mean to say that all my flashbacks and triggers were sexual. All of the memories flooding back were while I was in the act, but not the whole act, just when I was in a frenzied state. I didn't remember being operated on, or if they tortured me or anything else. I must have stood in the middle of the street looking like a drooling idiot because I heard someone crying out in pain and I had to shake myself free of the grip of the memory to bring myself back to the present.

I'm guessing that while I was in my frenzied state, the adrenaline must have cleared my mind somewhat. That might be why I remember what happened while having sex and nothing else. But, the flashback didn't jive with what Amelia told me. The girl she said was traumatized wanted me and was begging me for more. The trauma she described wasn't one of someone that was raped, but maybe it was even worse, maybe it was addiction. She seemed traumatized by being pulled away.

I had a feeling like there was something about me that was making women attracted to me, addicted even. It wasn't just my good looks, it was something physical, like a drug. I needed answers, but I had to investigate the cries of pain first.

I made my way up a tight narrow pathway that wound around a corner and there in kind of a ditch lay the crotchety bitch landlord. Her wheelchair tipped over, tears streaming down her face, and three drunk guys standing around her laughing.

I didn't like the bitch, but she didn't deserve this, "Hey!" I shouted, "Get the fuck away from her. What the fuck is the matter with you? You're acting like a pack of wild hyenas."

Two of them kind of waved me off and started walking away, but one of them became belligerent and surly.

"Fuck your mom," he said, trying to call me a 'motherfucker' in English.

"Get the fuck out of here, before you get your drunk ass beat down and I wipe that smirk off your face!" I roared in Italian.

It must have scared the shit out of him, because he turned tail and ran after his buddies, his tail between his legs.

I leaned down and scooped her up into my arms, cradling her like a baby.

"Are you ok?" I asked.

She stopped crying, her mean facade totally crumbled. She nodded her head and buried her face into my chest.

"Did they hurt you?"

She shook her head and said, "No, just my pride. It was my chair. I did not see that open ditch in the dark. It tipped over and threw me into the wall. I was lying there for a half hour, and people just passed me up... no one would help me. Those jackals just stopped to laugh at me... but they didn't hurt me."

"Well, if I'm going to help you maybe I should know your name?"

"Anna... Anna Romano."

I set her upright, she indicated she could stand if I leaned her against the wall. Her legs were really wobbly but she stood. I then lifted her chair out of the ditch, it was probably between 200 to 300 lbs. I effortlessly lifted it one handed. And set it down upright. It was still tilting and I looked and saw that one of the side wheels was snapped and dangling.

"Nice to meet you Anna Romano," I said holding out my hand, to which she grasped it lightly. I pulled her hand up and kissed it chastely.

"I looks like your chair is broken, I'll have to carry you," I said, lifting her back into my arms. "Where do you live?"

"Please, you can't leave my chair here. I can afford a new one but it would take weeks to get a new one sent here," she pleaded, all of her pride was gone and all that was left was a scared woman.

"Hmmm, ok grab me around my neck," I instructed.

I then formed a kind of seat with my left arm and she sat on it, leaning off to my left side. I then leaned over and grabbed her chair and picked it up with my right.

She looked surprised but recovered and said, "Up the hill, I live at the top," pointing up the path.

I thought I would become fatigued but I was able to continued up the hill and I wasn't huffing or puffing hard enough where I couldn't ask her questions, so I did.

"What were you doing out this late?"

"I'm ashamed to say," she said. "But, I guess you have already seen me at my worst... I fired my help in a - temper tantrum... I often get depressed and take it out on people that don't deserve it."

"Yes, my adopted brother did the same... He had Parkinson's like you."

"You must think I'm pitiful."

"No, I don't. Not at all. There's no reason for you to feel sorry for yourself."

"What do you know?" she huffed.

"You gonna piss off the guy carrying you home? I thought you were a smart woman."

"No, please, I'm sorry," she said, sincerely.

"I get it. You think you have to live like this the rest of your life. Everyone has made you believe there is no hope. But I know there is..."

"What do you mean?"

"Is this it?" I interrupted as we stopped off at a huge Tustin styled - 'castle', 'mansion' - it was too big to be called simply a house. I leaned her toward the security gate and she pressed her thumb up to a screen and the front gate opened up.

I set the wheelchair down outside the door then she handed me a key to the front door.

"I'll have someone come look at it in the morning," she commented.

Once inside the door, she had another chair that she used inside her home.

"Thank you," she said, "Maybe you should be going now?"

"I don't have to leave if you aren't in a hurry. I'm wide awake and apparently need very little sleep."

She looked a little flustered, I guessed that she was used to people leaving as soon as they could and did not stay any longer than they needed to.

"I - I don't have servants to fix you a drink..."

"That's ok, how about if I fix us something? Point me the way to your kitchen. And don't give me any guff about it either," I demanded. "I know you're going to throw up your defenses and try your best to drive me out. But tonight, I insist you accept my hospitality... you won't regret it... I promise."

As if to answer she simply said, "It's over there."

As I walked to the kitchen, she followed behind me. Once I got into the kitchen I found a clean rag and wet it, then I found a first aid kit. Then I proceeded to clean her cuts and scrapes. After she was bandaged, she showed me the pantry and refrigerator. The refrigerators in Italy tended to be smaller since they didn't cool everything we did in America, for example eggs were kept at room temperature in a basket. I proceeded to show off some of my self-taught culinary skills. I used to take cooking classes as a way to meet women, unfortunately it never even got me a single date but I did learn to cook some delicious meals.

I cooked her a simple meal of fish in a lemon butter sauce, some sautéed veggies, and I heated up some leftover pasta to make some pasta primavera.

I could tell she hadn't eaten in a while, because she practically devoured the food.

After she seemed sated she finally broke the silence, "So, tell me the truth. Why are you helping Catalina?"

"What makes you think I was lying to you?"

"I was married to her father for ten years, I would know if he ever saved anyone's life..."

"Are you her mother, then?"

"Ha, no... I was once her step-mother."

"Is there some secret animosity between you two that I should know about? She is a beautiful and loving woman, I would never betray her to you..."

"No, not at all."

"Why does she live so poor when you are so rich then?"

"She is a very independent woman, and before you think I took her inheritance, I was the wealthy one before I married her father. She lived with me for longer than anyone could be expected..."

"You pushed her away."

"Yes," she said, sadly with a tear in her eye. "I did not want her to spend her life being my nurse!"

"Let me guess, you helped her with her shop..."

"I am not a wicked witch, it was her idea for it to be a loan. I might be angry at my situation but there is no one on this Earth that I love more than Catalina. She is in my will. I will die soon enough and she will be rich..."

"But... you think she should learn to be responsible with money."

"Yes! Is that so bad?" she asked.

"No... So, it was you that she wanted to watch Chiara."

"Yes, I am only ten years older than her you know and growing up I was like an older sister to her. When I married her father, she called me mama," she said, chest swelling in pride. "So, tell me the truth, will you?"

"You probably won't believe the truth, it's sounds like a fairy tale."

"Indulge me."

"I'm an escaped experiment, a lab rat out of its cage. I was once an American citizen before I was kidnapped and genetically edited. One of the lab assistants took advantage of that storm that swept through the area recently to help me escape."

"You are right, that is hard to believe. Why don't you go home then, go to your embassy?"

"I am officially dead, not only that, but you see me now?" I said, gesturing at myself. "They altered how I look, they altered my DNA, I did not grow up a blonde..."

"Why would I believe such an incredible story?"

"Well, look at the evidence. Did you not see me carry you and your 200 lbs. wheelchair up the hill? That would be impossible for a normal person don't you think? And look at me, I am not tired. Look at my eyes, I am not on any drugs. You are presented with evidence of my truth and yet you say it's too fantastic. Can you not believe your own eyes?"

"OK, I concede it is hard to believe and yet you do have SOME compelling evidence."

"Then maybe you'll believe the rest."

"Try me," she said.

"A company called Genentech Labs wants to make cure-all vaccines custom tailored for a person's malady. They aren't in the pharmaceutical business however they specialize in nanotechnology," I began, and she seemed surprised. "They successfully found the cures for most of the know maladies through nanotechnology. The nanobots act like a virus and by using a DNA signature they can test individual cells for defects and either correct or destroy the faulty cells. The problem they had was, just to cure one person you would have to produce specific antibodies for that person. And you would need billions of nanobots in order for them to be effective. Well it cost them millions just to produce a few. So, their cure was not cost effective, since it would literally cost billions just to cure one person."

"Okay, but what does all of that have to do with you?" she asked impatiently.

I knew what I said was true but I didn't know how I knew all of these details, Emelia never discussed them. Then I thought, maybe I overheard one of the scientists discussing them in front of me. After all, a drugged addled lab rat isn't likely to be listening. Somehow, I was picking up knowledge I didn't know I possessed.

"Well one of their scientist figured out how to produce billions of nanobots by augmenting my body... specifically my testes," I said, pointing to my balls. "And it works! The only problem is, I had to have sex with whomever I was to produce a cure for... A normal healthy couple having sex has a 25% chance of getting pregnant during ovulation at best. But with my sperm it's basically a guarantee. Even those that were unable to have children were able to have children..."

"So, let me get this straight, you can cure any woman through sex but you will get them pregnant."

"Well, condoms work but would prevent the cure but IUDs still work... but the pill and morning after pill doesn't... The thing is that if a woman is infertile the nanobots healing properties are such that it will cure infertility issues... And before you ask, yes anal and oral sex both work - just not as effectively."

"Why don't you..."

"Just jack off and give you some of my semen? Yeah, that doesn't work very well, because my penis has little 'feelers' that sample a person's DNA and the longer I have sex with them the more effective my ejaculate is. That's why they altered my body to give me tremendous stamina and strength. And yes, I know what you are going to ask, why don't they sell the technology to make people stronger... well, that's because out of 200 or so experiments I was the only one that survived."