“Once again, Miss Moore, I am impressed. I am very excited about your chances for joining the company. In fact, I am so exhilarated, I see no need for further tests. Hans, Eric, release Miss Moore.”
They lower my arms, unlock the manacles from my wrists and ankles and I collapse into Tower’s strong arms. He, himself, plucks off all the electrodes from my seething, burning, bleeding flesh. Eric hands him my gown and he covers my nakedness. He lifts me into his arms and carries me into the control booth, setting me on a waiting gurney. Mom is there with cookies and milk. I am still sobbing. She has medicating ointment and gently applies it to my wounds. Once my spasms diminish and I am calm enough to enjoy the refreshments, Mr. Tower goes over my results.
“Look at these trend lines,” he says, showing me a monitor with all kinds of squiggly lines running across it. “These lines show the data received from those electrodes we stuck on your body. I’ve never seen such resiliency, such robust resistance to pain and pressure.”
“I’m too worn out to care.” I take a bite of a chocolate chip cookie and mom lifts a glass of milk to my puffy lips. It tastes good.
“I know they have little meaning to you now. But, what they do mean, dear girl, is that you are hired,” mom says, hugging me and kissing my cheek.
“So that means, I’m going to be a sub, huh? A submissive for your crazed masochistic games, doesn’t it?”
“Hahaha, no, no, Miss Moore, that is not what it means at all. Yes, you will be a sub. But what that means is that you will be the living, breathing human subject for my newly developed artificial brain.
JACKED
by
DESIRE
Jack Tower Book 5
Carrie Breeze
Chapter 6
The chocolate feels so good after what I’ve just been through. It slides down my throat smooth as silk but tasting a little off. But, at this moment, I’ll take what I can get. I gobble down the chocolate chip cookie and wash it down with the glass of cool milk. Grab another cookie. Munch on it. Strange. I feel a sudden sleepiness. Did they put a sedative in the cookie? The funny taste? I lay back on the gurney. Their voices fade away. The room dissolves into soft white light. I feel so relaxed. I fall through warm fog. Hands reach out to grab me. Hands from invisible people. They slip from my wet arms and legs. I feel I’m in a warm tropical place. My naked body is sleek and slippery as a salamander. I caress myself. Loving the oily feel of my soft skin. My flesh vibrates with arousal.
I fall slow and sensuous. The fog gives way to muted colors - greens, yellows, reds, violets. The colors take on shapes - ferns and leaves, flowers and trees - willows and wisteria. I land, my feet tangled in vines, along the edge of a placid pond. Lilly pads float on its mirrored surface. Frogs croak. Birds cry from distant trees.
The earth is dark and damp and fragrant. A green lizard pokes its head out from under a tangle of gnarled tree roots. It creeps out, leering at me. It meanders through a bed of mushrooms and crawls up to my left foot. I try to pull away put the vine stops me. The lizard yawns, flashing needle teeth. I fear it will bite but, instead it hisses, “He is huge,” flicking its forked tongue. What does it mean? I must be hallucinating. It slithers off into the pond, disappearing into its murky depths. I lean out over the pond and peer down into it, trying to see where it went…. A distant heavy “Thump” disturbs the calm. Ripples emanate from the edge of the pond distracting my gaze. What was that? Another “Thump.” I look around. The fog is clearing. I’m in some kind of jungle. Distant smoke pours into the horizon. Was that it. Distant rumbles. I unwrap the vine from my leg and stand. An ungodly huge dragonfly buzzes my head. I duck, looking for others. I can see that smoke more clearly. A volcano is spewing fire into the sky. Suddenly it’s gotten very hot and humid. Sweat beads up from every pore.
“THUMP.”
That was a lot closer. I felt the ground tremor. Volcano? Earthquake?
“THUMP….THUMP.”
No. What ever it is… it’s moving.” My flesh shudders. I’ve got to get out of here. The thumping gets closer. I see nearby tree branches sway. The thing is moving behind them. My heart pounds in my throat, matching the thumping footsteps of the beast. It senses me. It’s stalking me. Hunting me. Maybe if I stand real still it won’t see me. I hide behind a wisteria bush. My naked flesh quivers. I watch in the direction where I last saw the trees move. It has stopped, too. A loud “snort,” like the sound of a hundred angry bulls ready to charge. I feel my pussy. I am wet from fear. It’s given me away. He’s sniffed me out. All is deathly quiet again….
Tree branches crash open as a huge, heavy T-Rex head bursts into the open air, mighty jaws gaping. It’s earth-shattering roar paralyzes me. I stand helpless. Wet myself. A blast of hot, foul death-breath knocks me to the ground and out of my coma. I claw at the dirt, stumble, stand and run. Willow branches whip my bare limbs. He sees me. Thunders after me. I look back. He’s the size of a bus. I have nowhere to run. His penis is elongated, a four-foot-long shimmering pink mass as think as a tree trunk. Deep down inside of me something primitive is released. His enormous size matches my insatiable sexual need. He has lust in his yellow reptilian eyes. His heavy breath is hot on my bare back. Tremors shake my body. I cannot escape him. I stumble and fall, rolling away. He catches me with his mighty fore limbs, turning me on my back. I’ll never be able to take his size. He’ll tear me apart. But, my walls crave to be filled with his primeval saurian strength. He’s upon me. I feel his immense power. He ravages me. His other-worldly erection digs into my trench. I scream in primordial ecstasy. I open wide and let him in knowing that, once he’s inside of me, he’ll never come out. He plunges into me deep and heavy and powerful. The world as I know it is torn asunder.
Chapter 7
“Sasha, how do you feel, dear?” nurse Patricia smiles, gazing intently into my eyes.
“Where am I?” I look around. Some sort of small but luxuriously furnished bedroom. On the bedside table I see a plate with a few chocolate chip cookies and half a glass of milk. They put me to sleep. Have they raped me? I reach down and feel my vagina. Warm. Wet. Loose. Could have been the dream. One hell of a wet dream. I feel kind of horny. After-images of the dream linger in my mind.
“You’re still in Tower Intel headquarters, dear;in Dr. Tower’s private recovery room. How do you feel?”
“I feel a weird tingly sensation in my head.”
“Yes, that’s to be expected. Nothing to worry about. We gave you something to help you fit into your new role.” She must be referring to the torture he gave me. Thinking about it shifts my attention to the lacerations on my ass. They still burn a little.
“How long have I been sleeping?”
“Just a couple hours. We have your clothes cleaned and pressed and ready for you.” They sit neatly folded on a chair next to my bed. My backpack sits on the floor leaning against a chair leg. “Dr. Tower has just a few more things to go over with you and then you’ll be free to go back home. He should be in momentarily.” She pats my knee and leaves.
I lay reclined back onto my pillow, trying to clear the fog from my memory. What am I doing here? Slowly, bit by bit, the pieces of imagery fall into place, I’d driven down from Cummings Cove early this morning. Brandon had asked me to come down to do a human interest piece on Jack Tower, CEO of Tower Intel Technologies. The interview had gone off without a hitch, accept that he got a little testy. He hadn’t liked some questions I’d asked regarding his plans to implant an artificial brain in a human recipient. “Human subject,” he called it. Human guinea pig is more like it. We ended the interview with his offering me a position with the company. But, he was kind of vague about it, not saying exactly what the job entailed. I left feeling he did it because he liked me and was trying to hit on me. I shrugged it off. But, that’s when the weirdness started. I was abducted in the elevator on the way down and was taken to an examination room. There, I was placed in the hands of dear, sweet Nurse Patricia who convinced me to agree to a routine
physical. That was just a prelude. For, afterward, I was forced to endure a rather kinky and brutal S&M procedure administered by Mr. Tower himself. I can’t believe I was gullible enough to let him talk me into it. He claimed it was necessary as part of my hiring process. I was forced to strip naked, shackled to iron stanchions and humiliated with whip lashes and electric shocks. Having barely survived that torture, he informed me I’d passed his tests and I was now a new Tower Intel employee. My job was to be, of all things, the guinea pig for his artificial brain. No way. I’m telling him I’ve come to my senses and I want out. If he won’t let me go I’ll call the police and blow the whistle on this whole scientific shenanigan.
A door opens in the walnut wood paneled bedroom wall. Bright daylight shines in. Outside, I recognize the floor-to-ceiling glass windows of Tower’s executive office. Tower steps into the bedroom.
“Sasha, my dear, glad to see you’ve woken,” smiling broadly, approaching the bed and taking my hand in his. It’s warm and strong. I have to be careful about falling for his charms again. I sit up and feel a rush of energy to my groin. Stop it. Don’t think about it. Pull your hand away. “You did fine. Would you like to get dressed?” I’m still wearing the examination gown. I pause, waiting for his to give me some privacy.
“Don’t be shy, Sasha. I’ve seen all of you. And, I don’t mind repeating, you’re quite the perfect specimen for your new position. I couldn’t have hoped for more.”
He’s so arrogant he’s almost irresistible. I slide out of bed, slip off the gown and toss it on the bed. I stand naked before him, baby goosebumps sprouting all over my flesh. He leers at me. I know I turn him on. I notice movement in his crotch. Didn’t expect this reaction from him. Wonder how huge he is? My nipples puff up. Part of me wants him to take me right here, right now. He sees my nipples and the corners of his lips turn up. I want him. Stop it. He’s old enough to be my dad, for god sake. I grab my clothes from off the chair and pull them on.
“Can I go now?”
“Yes, in a moment. Sit, please. I have to check a few of your vitals and then there’s the matter of a little paperwork.”
I lower my butt slowly, gently down onto the chair seat. The lacerations sting as I put my weight upon them. He waits and smiles, watching me as I slowly accept the pain. The more I take the more I can withstand until it turns into an undeniable pleasure. He kneels in front of me and gazes deeply into my eyes. The sunshine seeping in from the other room hits his eyes at just the right angle, giving them a golden predatory, reptilian glow.
“How’s your vision? How many fingers am I holding up?”
“Three.” They look extremely sharp and well defined. I wonder at there luminous texture. I hadn’t noticed this about his hands before. They are exquisite.
“How is your hearing?”
“Perfect.” His voice is deep and resonant, very seductive. You’re falling for him again. Stop it. He taps the ball of my right knee. My foot reflexively kicks out at him.
“Good, Sasha. Now for the paperwork. He stands and walks a few feet to a desk, grabs a sheaf of papers and returns, sitting on the bed next to me. “This first document is a nondisclosure agreement, something we ask all employees to sign. By signing it you agree not to divulge anything you’ve witnessed here today without the prior consent of myself or my personal representative. It also prevents….do you have a problem with this, Sasha?”
“Mr. Tower, sir… I’ve decided not to be a part of your little artificial intelligence experiment. I want out.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, Sasha. I thought we’d developed a nice rapport earlier in the testing chamber….May I ask why?”
“Well, frankly, sir, I don’t think human nature should be messed with like you’re doing.” He glares at me as I say this. I’m afraid he’s going to call in one of his goons and have me hauled back to the torture chamber. But he just sits and glares at me, a hint of a smirk rising around his lips. I don’t like the look of that. “Also, I don’t feel like being your, or anyone else’s, guinea pig. I’m finished here. May I leave, now?” Whoa, where did I get the balls to say that?”
“I respect your forthrightness, Sasha,” standing up and offering me his hand. “You hurry home now.” I take his hand. He leads me out. “I look forward to reading your article in the Clarion and I’m sure I’ll see you around Cummings Cove.”
I did not like the sound of that last bit at all.
Chapter 8
I cringe at myself in the rearview mirror. I had the fuck-of-the-century in my hands and I walked out on him. What was I thinking? God, Sasha, Sometimes I think you have two brains. One minute you don’t want him. Ten minutes later you can’t live without him. Shit, you didn’t even get his phone number. Wonder if he’s on Facebook? Would he friend me? My only consolation is his last departing words, “I’ll see you around the cove.” Like, that’ll ever happen, right?”
I just passed Portland, going north on 295. The sun is getting low in the sky behind me. Everything ahead has that luminous warm glow that you only get when the sun slants low. It’s mid October, the height of fall color season. The hills and the woods look especially vibrant, increasing my horny factor. I’m going to be especially needy tonight. I pass Yarmouth and the green reflectorized sign that says:
US ROUTE 1
CUMMINGS COVE
1 MILE
I signal, slow my Subaru, and take the exit ramp. At the top I take a right onto a spectacular tree-lined two-lane blacktop.
Sometimes I just don’t know what to do with myself. Don’t know what’s gotten into me. I’ve never felt desire this intensely. Right now I’m horny as a tree frog. I squirm in my seat. Rub myself. Ohh, that feels sooo gooood. I tilt my head back and moan. Good thing this is a quiet road. Who am I going to fuck tonight? My old boyfriend, Brent Schlect? Don’t even…. I will not sleep with Brent. I will not sleep with Brent. The mantra plays on endless repeat in my mind. Just to make sure it doesn’t happen. I can do better than that loser. What I need is advice with a capital A… and a drink. And there’s only one place in the Cove to get both.
US Route 1 eventually turns into Bay Street and runs through downtown Cummings Cove. Right now it’s quiet and scenic, lined with tall old pines, winding along the coastline, offering occasional glimpses of the ocean. I come upon wooded land that’s bordered by an eight-foot-tall brick wall topped with glistening razor wire. The wall runs for about half a mile before it’s broken by a highly secured entrance gate. I slow my Subaru for a good look. Bold black letters across the top of the heavy wrought iron gate say, “TOWER MANOR.” Through the bars, about a quarter mile in, partially obscured by trees, I catch a glimpse of the mansion. Huge and opulent. I wonder how often he’s home? I sigh, touching myself. One day, I will have you, Jack Tower. You’ll be mine. Tremors ripple through my thighs.
CHOP, CHOP, CHOP….
The shadow of a small helicopter passes over my car. Must be his security team. I put the car in gear and continue on. Oh, well, a girl can dream, can’t she?
A few miles further on up the road and I’m in Cummings Cove. It’s about five o’clock - happy hour. Brandon over at The Clarion wants my write-up on the Tower story in time for tomorrow’s edition. No sweat. The Clarion is just down the block from The Crazy Lobster, a local favorite hot spot. I’ll stop in there first. My roommate Roxy is bar-tending today. No one gives better advice on love and romance than she and absolutely no one mixes a meaner Singapore Sling. She calls it a Singapore snapper because of a special secret ingredient. I park in the middle of the block and head in.
Chapter 9
The Crazy Lobster has a nautical theme going: portholes for windows, Lobster traps, netting, ropes, buoys, harpoons and model ships decorate the walls. I open the heavy wooden door and step into the darkness. It’s crowded, buzzing with banter from the mostly twenty-something patrons. There’s a band setting up for later. Most of the people have grabbed tables around the stage. I walk over to the bar.
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�Sasha, how was it?” Roxy said, rushing around from behind the bar. She’s twenty-six and extremely hot: slender hardbody, bronze tan, skin-tight low-cut jeans to tantalize hungry patrons with her tramp stamp every time she bends over to grab a beer for them, short-cut tank flashing her washboard abs, sexy devil girl tattoo on her shoulder. She turns me on. She takes me in her arms in a strong embrace. I impulsively kiss her cheek and reach down and slap her irresistibly tight ass. Something I’ve never done before. “Whoa, girl,” she laughs infectiously. “I’ve never seen this side of you. What’s up?”
“I don’t know? Feeling extra horny all afternoon,” grabbing a stool at the bar. Roxy starts making my usual Singapore snapper. “It must have been meeting Jack Tower. He’s incredibly charming and masculine and somewhat intimidating when you’re with him. But, he also has a strange magnetic power that works on you and stays with long after you’ve left. He actually hit on me, offering me a job. But, I turned him down and now I’m regretting it. Maybe that’s why I’m like this.”
“Are you shitting me, Sasha? One of the most sexy men in the world hits on you and you turn him down? Are you out of your fricking mind?” She brings my drink and sets it on a coaster in front of me.
“Ooooh, baby! That’s what the doctor ordered,” taking a long hard draw. “I know, right? I’ve been beating myself up all the way back from Boston. Now I’m all worked up and need some kind of release.”
“Well, you’re not jumping in the sack with me tonight, sweetie. I got other plans, plans that go by the name of Josh. Hey, Why not give Brent a call? You know, he’s been coming in quite a bit. He always asks how you’re doing. If you’ve got anyone new. How long’s it been since you two split?”
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