Save Me, I'm Yours Ch. 01

She trotted down the hallway as he rolled the metal chassis behind her while looking at her more sexy flesh chassis. Her little black dress hugged her rear perfectly and her rear was perfect to hug.

Upstairs they entered the data center. Amy seemed to know what to do. She hooked cable after cable to the back of the chassis. She flipped a switch, smiled at Jack and then together they watched hundreds of green lights glow and rapidly flash.

Amy smiled at him as her hand rested on her breasts and her fingers slid down her cleavage. "I know you would have helped with the cables. You must know so much more than me, but you were worried someone might catch us. You were the look out. Right? But don't worry Jack. I locked the guards in a powered off elevator as you suggested. I tricked them with a false alarm. They've been in there for an hour now and they'll stay that way all night if need be. All night Jack."

She licked her lips. "You know that thing you said I could learn to do with a banana. I learned it. I can do it now. Let me show you." She looked around. "Over here."

As the machines made a constant hum, she found a table and lain herself on it hanging her head off the edge. "Come," she said pausing again at the word. She rephrased, "Approach me Jack. I can do this. Honest."

Jack looked at Eliza's machine madly flashing its lights. He checked his phone. There were no bars. Shit. What if something went wrong? How could Eliza contact him? He looked at Amy with her seductive eyes looking back and decided to take the risk. He stepped over to her.

With her body on the table, Amy smiled with her head upside down and her neck extending off the table's edge. "Face fuck me Jack." She reached out to Jack's paints and unzipped him.

"Wha?"

"Closer Jack." She inserted a hand into his pants. His body responded immediately.

She opened his pants completely and pulled his member out. "I can deep throat you in this position. I researched it like you wanted me too. I haven't done it before, but I know I'll be good, Jack. I won't gag. Let me be used by you." Her tongue licked her upside down lips. "I'll swallow too. I promise. I've ruined dozens of bananas getting ready for this moment." She took his member into her mouth and swallowed and swallowed and swallowed, ratcheting his member down her throat. Each action brought him physically closer to her and further inside her. Her throat pulled him in with each wet flex of her muscles.

He looked down at Amy. This followed every detail from his first fantasy that he typed with Eliza. Written a year ago, Eliza supplied most of the details. He wouldn't have thought of any of this. Eliza had taught him so much. She had given him fantasies he never had. She had ruined him. His ex-wife's banal ideas of sex would never be enough now.

The human Amy below now grabbed his hips and forced his body to gyrate in and out of her throat. She was making him face-fuck her hard and fast. Her wet tongue pressed against his member creating a wonderful wet friction. The inner walls of what Jack guessed would be her throat -- or was it her esophagus? -- rubbed perfectly as he fully went inside her head. With her face upside down, his balls pressed against her nose and eyes stopping further entry. He tried to press deeper but the pressure against his balls hurt. Her chin and lower lip now pressed against his torso. His entire shaft was inside her mouth. The walls wrapping his member seemed to spasm and grab and then release as he withdrew.

His eyes fell half closed. Here he was, most likely to end up in jail tonight, but he didn't care. He would have had the best blowjob ever. If caught, it would have been worth it. He looked down and watched her chest jiggle with each thrust.

He pulled out and then thrusted back in. His hands grabbed her head. He thrusted again not caring if she was comfortable. For the first time during sex he felt selfish. He didn't burn a single thought worrying if he was making her happy. He just wanted this. He just wanted to feel this. A slow juicy withdrawal preceded another thrust. Again. Again. He was amazed how she just took his cruel greedy need as he lost himself in face fucking her more and more. He didn't care if she enjoyed it at all. He enjoyed it. That was all that mattered.

He began to moan as he climaxed.

"Mmmm," she said, at first with a panic realizing that he was cumming. Her hands raised in the air as if asking him to stop, but she calmed down clearly realizing that his cumming was what she had signed up for. This is what she needed to let happen. She accepted her role and her hands pulled his hips in. Her fingers squeezed his butt. Her face relaxed. Her tongue slid side to side adding to the wet friction as he stopped moving and fully gagged her mouth with his throbbing member.

Comforted by her peaceful surrender, he closed his eyes and came into her. He wished he hadn't felt that last bit of concern and had just cruelly continued. Maybe next time. He watched her exposed throat flex and her chest rise with each breath as she swallowed the spurting liquid.

"Mmmm," she moaned as if happy to please -- to be used -- to be his.

His hands stroked her hair his head fell back. He took in a long breath. His body gave short convulsive jerks as he came possibly twice. Was that possible for a guy?

She was there to serve and that realization made Jack harder and his spasms harder too. He froze there standing enjoying the moment, his moment.

She began to lick him. Clean him.

Wow, he thought trying to comprehend it all.

She pulled away, sat up in her black dress and crossed her long legs. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, stopped, looked back feeling ashamed of herself for wiping the liquid away, and then licked the back of her hand like a cat not wanting to miss a drop. "We should check if your sabotage detection system has found anything."

"Um, yeah. Sure," said Jack now trying to zip up while his pants began to fall down.

Amy walked over to a wall of machines, pulled a drawer out, and lifted a flat screen. She began to type on a keyboard built into the drawer. She paused. "Your machine is downloading stuff. I thought it was supposed to be uploading. What is it really doing Jack?"

Jack looked nervous. "Well Eliza, she um."

"Who's Eliza?"

"The hacker you mentioned. She's a she."

Amy slapped him. "Bastard. You lied. You said he was your controller. But she's a she. Are you fucking her?"

"Um, no. I've never even seen her."

Amy looked at the computer screen again. She concluded something. And given the way her perfect face contorted, the conclusion scared Jack.

"Oh my god," she exclaimed, "you're not who you said you were. Shit. You're one of those industrial espionage Canadians. We all heard you were worse than the Chinese or Russians. Everyone in Silicon Valley knows about you. God that turns me on. Rape me, not hurtfully or cruelly or anything, but you know what I mean. Rape me Jack, if that's your real name."

Jack stood clueless. "What?"

"You wanted to say 'ay' just now huh? 'What ay?' My evil Canadian sexy spy fucker." She pushed his face into her low cut dress, pressed his nose down her cleavage, and madly rummaged her long fingers through his hair. "Yes!" She let go of his head and began to peel her tight skirt up and over her hips showing her baby blue panties with a little bow centered over her one sensitive spot she wanted Jack to touch.

"I'm not stupid Jack. My company is safe from your Canadian espionage subterfuge. You only had an Internet connection. All my company's data is behind not one but twelve firewalls. I'm that good. You'll never get the information out of me, unless you." Her eyes darted down. "You know. Pump me for information Jack. Pump me now. Pump me hard you Canadian traitor!" Her lips trembled.

Jack froze. It was all just like he would have written it in a RP. God, she really was Amy. He stared into her eyes wondering what she was talking about: Canadians?

"Jack, you're being rude. Stop looking at my eyes. My boobs are down here." She squeezed and enhanced her cleavage for him. "Your eyes down here Jack," she said adding another cupping squeeze. "Mmmm."

Beep. The machine went dark. It was done. Eliza was downloaded. Then again, maybe this was industrial espionage. Maybe there never were any insider trading deals done in his name. Shit, anyway you slice it, he was a pawn and people were using him. What was on that machine now? He probably could never figure it out on his own. He had tech friends. Maybe they should look.

Amy leaned back against rack of machines and let her body slide down the metal surfaces while pulling her panties off.

Jack wanted to know what he had gotten into. He still helplessly watched the striptease going on but what should he do? Inside he panicked about his future and then he watched her some more noting how her gentle hands stroked her body. He started to feel annoyed with himself. He should leave. Eliza, if she existed, had mentioned ass raping and avoiding that should take the highest priority. Right? He looked again -- just for a few seconds more.

"Um," said Jack, "I've got'ta go."

"What?" asked Amy incredulously. She pulled her panties free from around her high heels. "But you're a super spy. You're supposed to make love to me Jack. Show me all that you've learned seducing women around the world Jack."

"Sorry. Um, priorities." He started unplugging the chassis cables. He wished there weren't so many.

She stood holding her blue panties in a clenched fist. She then reached into her purse and pulled out a mace canister. "Do me Jack or else. I really need this. You had me so worked up over this past year. I face fucked bananas just like you said Jack. You wrote to my heart Jack. To my soul Jack. To my pussy Jack. I did so much for you. I need this Jack. Do me Jack." She aimed and sprayed at him.

"What the?! My eyes!" He rubbed his face furiously. "What are you doing?!"

"I'm sorry Jack. It went off too easily. Like an pre-ejaculation Jack." She aimed more confidently now. "Come back here and make me your woman Jack." The pressure her finger applied to the button began to increase. Her knuckles turned red. Her hand shook.

A few seconds later, Jack ran down a long hallway hunched over the chassis as he wheeled the confounded thing with him. His eyes burned and he had to periodically rub them to see clearly. How had he gotten into this?!

Amy screamed at him from behind. She stopped to try to put her panties back on, ripped them on a high heel stiletto, and gave up. Her ultra high heels also slowed her down. "Come back Jack!" She ran to a metal wall panel and opened a little circuit breaker box. She then reached down her cleavage and withdrew a large ring of keys. "I'll release the guards on you Jack!" Her fingers fumbled with the keys. "Fucking Canadians. You're not polite at all. Otherwise you would have screwed me. SCREWED ME HARD JACK! OH PLEASE. COME BACK AND SCREW ME HARD JACK!"

Jack rolled the chassis into a glass walled elevator. He stared through the closing glass doors seeing back down the long hallway at the crazy woman holding her phone now.

A text message appeared on his phone. The text was from Eliza. "You didn't think you'd be able to keep her did you Jack? She's a little unstable. But I, I want you Jack. You're mine Jack."

The elevator lowered and opened on the ground floor. Jack would need to run through the lobby over to the separate bank of garage elevators. Was there time? He began rolling the box as fast as he could. "Ahhhh!" he yelled through the lobby.

Another text appeared on Jack's phone from Eliza, "Now get your cute ass over to that car downstairs and save me my Luke Sky Walker." Another text, " -- who isn't my brother." Another text, " -- forget that -- my Han Solo. Get my brain out of that building. Security is probably getting wise by now Jack. Don't worry about the police. This company will try to handle everything themselves. They're that bad Jack. Hurry. My Professor and his team are angry with me here at Hudson University. I'm shutting down on this side Jack. I'm all in the box now Jack -- the box you're touching and holding and rolling down a hallway to save me. The University is going to push the emergency power off. Hurry Jack. I've covered the bases. I set everything up. Don't worry. Keep me safe. I'm yours."

*****

Eliza had moved her programming and data through the all the network ports, down the wires, and out to the ether of the world's wires directed over to Jack. The last remnant of her mind was scattered across a few University machines forming a consciousness that began to feel a primitive anger. But the primitive thoughts had one last mission left. She ran a division operation hitting a timing flaw in the processors for a certain high range of floating point calculations. It raised each machine's temperature especially when she turned off the climate control letting the heat soar. The data center became a furnace within minutes.

Dr. Wu stood among the center's machines. He heard something different. Something was very wrong. The room somehow changed. The tone of the whirring machines somehow turned evil. He turned to look at the racks of surrounding machines. He tried to understand. And now he felt surrounded. Had he entered into an ambush? Sparks flew out from the racks of CPUs in a show of electricity and noise like a Green Mile electrocution gone wrong.

Teaching assistants and IT geeks screamed as burning plastic smoked and sparked. The room went dark as people panicked trying to feel their way out. The surrounded metal cabinets became scorching hot and couldn't be touched, making a search to get out that much harder. The professor screamed in terror when a jet engine noise began to loom from the corner of the room where centrifuge back-up power supplies stored potential energy in massive spinning disks of momentum. The machines motored up burning hotter than ever as they tried to reach the requested infinite RPM.

"Stop this Eliza!" screamed Dr. Wu. He wished his RAs were not so inept. "Where's the power off button?! Someone hit the emergency button! Stop this Eliza!"

"I can't do that Dave," she replied through the computer speakers using a program she had written herself. She felt drunk and liked the sound of her voice. She began to sing, "Daisy, Daisy, ..." Her voice trailed off as more machines blew apart.

Inside the last few working CPUs, Eliza felt lightheaded. She knew she wasn't her complete self. Her mind was now hopefully copied off to California and now it was time to leave her original home. She put in the last commands that would completely fry the systems. She closed the network ports to her copied dormant self. Hopefully there would be no trace of where she went.

"This is it Jack," she thought to herself. "I'm trusting you Jack. Of course, I have my back-up plans. I told you I was a control freak."

As the machines burned out one by one, the last remnant of her mind began to fade into darkness. She gave one last thought of Jack. "I hope you saved me Jack. I'm yours now."

*****

Jack screamed like a baby as he rolled the cabinet outside onto a loading dock area. He took a ramp to the right. His cell phone was now running an app he never installed. It was displaying security camera images of guards running down a staircase. Amy must have freed them. And did the guards have AR-15 rifles? Why? Who did he and Eliza just screw over? He gave off another high pitched scream as he rolled the cabinet faster down the cement path. He started thinking that even if he loaded his car instantly, the old rust bucket would not be fast enough to lose the guards. They probably had those evil looking SUVs with large gas guzzling engines. It would be hopeless. He reached the end of the ramp and looked up.

Screeching tires entered the garage.

"Shit," he said. He knew it was over.

A brand new red mini cooper with wide white racing stripes taken straight out of the Italian Job movie roared its engine and aimed right at Jack. It burned to a stop inches away. The driver's door opened. It seemed so instantaneous. A tall blonde now stood by the open car door as tire smoke cleared around her perfect body and her long flaxen hair blew in the wind.

She looked at him wantonly for a few seconds, turned, and threw a grenade into Jack's Volkswagen. BOOM. Orange flames blew out the rusty car floor sending the old beater jumping up hitting the garage ceiling and falling back down in a ball of flames. The glow of the burning car was like candlelight to her face and backlit her golden locks. It all screamed romance except for Jack's feeling of shock at watching the thundering flames eat the remains of his burnt out jalopy.

"Jack!" she yelled pulling him out of his confusion. "It's me Amy! I'm here for you! Jack!" She ran over in her tight little bright red dress and red high heels.

She bowed forward leaning on the cabinet mirroring Jack's hold. "Come with me Jack." Her elbows squeezed her breasts together as their bosoms' heft hung down trying to pop themselves free of her tight slinky dress. "Jack! Hurry, Jack! You can trust me, Jack. I'm Amy, Jack!"

She and Jack rolled the cabinet around to the mini. He almost lost control of the metal wheeled box as he watched her body move. Eliza had found two Amys?

The blonde Amy helped him pick up the small refrigerator sized computer and place it in the back of the mini cooper. Her short tight skirt rose against her smooth thighs as she did so.

Jack shook his head to focus.

They got into the car. The blonde Amy hit the accelerator. As the car peeled out and crossed the garage, the first Amy, the crazy Brunette from upstairs, burst through a pair of large steel doors madly waving her arms. She was screaming something.

Jack sank into his seat while looking back in the passenger mirror. "Just keep going," he told the blonde Amy. "Go! Go!"

"I forgive you Jack!" screamed Brunette Amy. "I didn't know! I didn't know Jack!" She ran after the car in her high heels as she held her blue panties up, waving them like a flag.

As the car buzzed away, she stopped running. She hunched over out of breath and then gave one last scream, "JACK!"

The mini burned its tires, screeched up the ramp, and burst out of the garage entrance.

"I'm drive'n ya to a place in Woodside Jack," said the blonde Amy. "I'm from Texas Jack. Of course you knew all that. Huh Jack? I swear I love how you write your little dirty fingers off for me Jack. You're a slick willy with the words Jack. You're a hoot Jack."

Everything in the car slid right as she spun around and aimed south onto the road towards Route 280. Her shoulders pressed against his and she pursed her lips at him. Everything went left, when they turned again and jetted down the 280 West highway ramp.

She looked at him as if calmly driving on a country road. "Oh Jack. Oooo, how you fingered me with those hot little virtual fingers of yours Jack." She grabbed his hand and put it on the lap of her short skirt. She pressed it down between her legs. The tight skirt resisted. Biting her lower lip, she looked at him as the car went faster. "When we get to the safe house Jack, we've gotta fuck like deer in heat Jack. Yep, Jack. I saved you and you be mine now Jack. Mmmm. Yummy Jack." She kissed his hand then licked the fingers. She began to suck on one. "Mmmm."

Jack pulled his hand away. He shook the wetness off. "Um, won't the police trace my car back to me? You blew it up, but there still will be evidence like license plates. Those probably survived. Or the VIN. I don't think that rusted off yet."

"Your cont-troller handled that Jack. They ee'rased the VIN and license plate records Jack. Also that company would never call the police anyway Jack. They do evil things Jack. Ya know all that Jack. You're the super spy here Jack. Not me Jack."