Daria 3

by Martin E. Silenus

  “Matt, your big dick has shrunk up and your balls are just bumps, why is that?”

  “To keep the equipment warm and the sperm alive while I was playing in the cold snow, the equipment retreats into the relative heat of my lower abdomen, not completely but much more so than if I am in a hot tub”

  “My nipples get hard and grow when they get cold Matt, why doesn’t your penis/”

  “Jesus D, ok, both are types of erectile tissue, but your nipples react to cold whereas my penis reacts to heat.”

  “That’s not very logical”

  “Another one of Mother Nature’s little jokes on humans, I suppose.”

  “Thanks for the snow experience, the data was wonderful and I really enjoyed it.”

  “You are very welcome D, I’m glad you enjoyed it.

  “I’ve been watching some naughty movies Matt; you want to see what I have learned? I think it will really warm you up nicely.”

  “Really, well let’s see what move’s you have D, you know I love that stuff.

  “You’re parts are growing, are you thawing out?

  “Yes, thank you but I plan on them growing much more than they are, come here woman.”

  I lie down and pull D down onto me in a 69 position, she grabs my stiffening cock and puts it in her mouth, I apply my tongue to her cunt, while my hands pull her cheeks apart. I tongue her lips from the top right down to the bottom, including the spiral of her anus. Her moans and slurping sounds get louder and she is involuntarily pumping her hips against my chest. I move back to the top of her cunt and focus on her clit. That does it for her and she cries out as she comes, shaking against me as her orgasm flows through her.

  D climbs off me and grabs my feet and pressed them as far up to my head as they will go, my knees are against my chest, she reaches down and grabs my cock, spreads her legs and squats on me, her wet cunt swallowing my slippery cock right up to the hilt, balls deep. Christ I almost cum when she does that. But now D begins to Amazon power fuck me, slamming her cunt onto my cock and smacking my balls. D is grunting and moaning and I am over the edge ejaculating wildly and jerking, arching, trembling like I have the plague.

  “Jesus fucking christ D..., arrgghhh!!”

  “You like that human, does that make you feel good?” she hisses as she pumps hard.

  D climbs off me and kneels between my legs and takes my cock in her mouth again, rubbing my shaft and squeezing my balls. Fuck, I’m starting to stiffen again. Before I can say anything D reaches down and slides two fingers up my anus. Arrgghh, dear God, that makes me immediately hard again, then D turns around and presses my knees back on my chest, mounts me right up to my balls again, and starts to Amazon fuck me reverse cowgirl. She orgasms after a half dozen strokes and as she does she squeezes my balls again and that’s it, I’m coming right along with her in a chorus of grunts, oh fuck, oh fuck and assorted human ecstasy sounds. Our orgasms are violent, jerking, grunting, prolonged spasms of overwhelming wonderful sensations.

  We collapse in collection of arms, legs, bums, balls, sweat, cum, pussy juice, saliva, and utter comfort and peacefulness, time just stops!

  I’m comatose, drifting on a river of sensations I cannot even describe, from far away I hear D’s voice.

  “Did you like my naughty moves Matt?

  I laugh, just laugh and hug her close. “You bet your sweet ass I do!”

  Chapter 22: The Curse of Black Ops

  I think we all were aware of these unspoken thoughts that we had in the backs of our minds. It was just with the daily hustle and bustle of the day’s activities we just never really had a chance to sit down and specifically discuss this topic. Or maybe it was because we were just reluctant to stop and stare back at the truth that we knew was coming at us. The government that used our unique services was becoming more and more persistent in attempting to put us out of business or to get a handle on us so that we would become a dog on a leash with the government the masters. We had defeated several attempts to have them become our masters and as predicted they kept trying and increasing the pressure and techniques. It was just a matter of time before the inevitable happened and we were discovered.

  I called a meeting, we had to discuss this and resolve our course of action.

  “Look guys, the government pukes are increasing their attempts to run us to earth so they want to either have us eliminated, imprisoned, or put on a leash. I don’t like it and I don’t see a way out of this. I have come to the conclusion that we should stop accepting contracts and just disappear for an indefinite time period.” I announce.

  All of us are sprawled in the Ship’s lounge area in soft chairs, lazy and comfortable, full of food and coffee after a big breakfast and prior to each of us going our own direction for the day’s duties.

  “Well there is no question the deck is becoming very stacked against us as the government becomes increasingly adamant they have to identify us. We are becoming more and more of a liability that they cannot afford to have wandering around loose.” observes Frosty as he strokes his whiskered chin.

  “From a financial perspective we simply don’t have to do anything ever again as we are completely independently wealthy. Wealthy to the point of having an abundance of ‘fuck you’ money. It’s not so much about what we do with our particular skill sets, it’s the peering over our shoulders to ensure we aren’t being set up for death or capture by the same damn government we are executing contracts for. So perhaps our solution is to just eliminate the annoying government and disappear as Matt says. We can keep an eye on all things and decide amongst ourselves if our certain skill set is required in any given situation. There is plenty of work for us to do if we don’t need to depend on the government paycheck.” adds D thoughtfully.

  “I’m all for eliminating the government pursuit of us. Of course there is the aspect to this situation that says we have already done too much sensitive work and as far as the government’s concerned we need to be eliminated with extreme prejudice, no loose ends.” I say.

  “To some extent we have enough material on certain very prominent government folks to ensure that they remain silent and do not pursue us for our sins to date. Of course one might also wonder if that in itself is not a good reason for us to be eliminated.” ponders Frosty.

  “We need to establish a ‘balance of power’ with the government folks that we have informational leverage on. Remember this is time sensitive as when these people retire, quit, die, or whatever our ‘get out of jail free cards’ are null and void.” D reminds us.

  “So are we all in agreement that we should stop accepting contracts from the government?” I ask.

  “Yes,” replies Frosty.

  “Yes,” replies D. “But...”

  “But what”, I inquire.

  “But to stop accepting contracts we need to achieve a standoff, a bargaining point, with the government, or they will simply hound us to death.” replies D.

  “No more government contracts and let’s develop the ‘exit strategy’. Which I think, among other things, is to remind our key senior officials of the amount of liability they have in regard to this matter. Remind them in such a fashion that has the greatest level of ‘detente’ possible.” says Frosty.

  “I like where this is going, I’m tired of being hunted by the fools we’re trying to help.” I add.

  “I’m feeling good about this, and I think we may have just been presented with our ticket to get off the bus,” smiles D.

  “How so,” asks Frosty.

  “We have just been contracted to eliminate a very high profile target, the price tag on this guy is multiple millions. The son of a certain Daesh jihadist leader that was killed has decided to become the new face of Islamic Muslim Extremist Terrorism.” says D.

  “Man, it’s just like trying to eliminate crabgrass isn’t it. Kill one and two more crazies pop up to take the first ones place. Was it Regan that suggested to just nuke them all? I shake my head.

  “Nuke’m Ronnie, was a popu
lar expression during Ronald Regan’s term. Just turn that whole damned sandbox area into a big glass parking lot.” chuckles Frosty. “Hell he was probably right too.”

  “Alright bright boys, the gov’t pukes want our services bad to neutralize this new threat; we want a balance of power and to get off the bus. How do we engineer this to happen? Let’s have some ideas.” invites D.

  “Who’s the target, and where?” I ask.

  “Well we are in all likelihood, although that is not what you are asking. A Daesh jihadist leader, son of an al-Qaeda hero that one of our gov’t black ops teams killed. This guy will be even less than a ghost, all we know right now is that he is not likely in Saudi Arabia, maybe Pakistan would be a good bet.” replies D.

  Chapter 23: The Bold Plan

  “You have a plan already don’t you D?” smiled Frosty.

  “Yup,”

  “Well let’s hear it,” I ask eagerly.

  “This is a beauty, you’ll love it. At a high level we find this POS ASAP using Beast’s invisibility on the ground to track him by any cell phone traffic or word of mouth. Beast can operate 24 x 7 until we have him located. Then we get his DNA profile and track him with electronic insects as he operates, while we build his world in our Virtual Reality simulator deck. We follow his DNA profile and I can insert an image of him into the VR in real time, so we always know where he is. When we are ready we kidnap him and hold him in a stasis pod and use him as a bargaining chess piece to negotiate our ‘get off the bus pass’. I’m sure the government would love to take this diseased rat apart and turn him inside out and shake all the information he has out for their own use. Killing him is just a waste of an incredible resource. The gov’t boys will be wetting their pants to get this guy and his info!” says D.

  “Wow, I’m impressed, particularly with the couple or more spots where we don’t have the technology you speak of. But I think you have exactly the bargaining chip that we need. It’s an elegant plan D.” smiles Frosty.

  “Jesus D, there is an awful lot of slang, abbreviations, and jargon in your mission description.” I chuckle.

  “Ha, it’s the additional computing power of the last upgrade and some recent software efficiency tuning that has allowed me sufficient cycle time for additional dialects in my conversations.” replies D.

  “You never fail to impress me D. So we collect all the government data on this diseased jihadist rat, and all the information we can steel from all associated and interested governments and we collate that into a projected starting point for the search. Then we insert Beast and let him do what he does best and track this lunatic prick down. Then I get stuck on the DNA thing.” I reply.

  “DNA is easily collected by saliva or other bodily fluids. It is 100 % unique to him and him only. The electronic insects can acquire the DNA off cups, cutlery, toothbrush, even cigarette butts by direct sampling. Once they have it they can remain in his vicinity indefinitely continuously monitoring his DNA trace given off by sweat, breathing, etc. Think of it like mosquitoes at a camp site. Once they have located you they move wherever you go.” replies D.

  “But we don’t currently have a fleet of electronic insects D.” observes Frosty.

  “Ah, currently is the active phrase.” It is an area of interest for myself and the sisters.” says D. “We’ll have that resolved soon.”

  “Ok, the Virtual Reality Simulator we use already, the real time online tracking presented within the sim will be outstanding for us to evaluate routines and habits for the purpose of kidnaping. But I’m stuck on the Stasis Pod.” inquires Frosty.

  “The Stasis Pod is no more than a device that allows humans to hibernate like many species of animals do. Hibernation is an artificial pause that stops all physical and chemical processes, including those of life; they resume as if uninterrupted as soon as the stasis is ended. With the help of some Nano-technology injections we can make some human system adjustments to this guy, plunk him in the pod that handles the hibernation slow down and monitoring process. It’s not quite as Sci-Fi surreal as one might think. There are plenty of accidental human cases of hibernation on record however their recovery from hibernation has been long and onerous.” says D. “In this instance we are not trying to keep this guy alive for a 100 year space journey, we just need to keep him on ice for perhaps a month while we work through the details of the government negotiations.”

  “Another area of interest for you and the sisters, by any chance?” ask Frosty.

  “Exactly,” says D with a smile.

  Chapter 24: Stasis Pod

  The Stasis Pod looked boringly conventional, like a refrigerator laid on its back in the horizontal position. Why be fancy and attempt to re-invent the wheel when a common refrigerator meets the basic requirements so well asked D. None of us had a reasonable argument so a horizontal fridge is what we used. Yes it was thoroughly re-engineered right from the basics of an upright fridge not working correctly when laid horizontally. Just questions of circulation, fluids, gasses and pump re-orientation. Of course the human interface for the occupant took some time to engineer as did the human readable display unit that controlled and monitored the occupant. However by bastardizing some medical monitoring equipment along with some internal surgery devices we were soon well on our way with the prototype. Sooner than we had expected we faced the question of testing the device. We needed a volunteer.

  As none of us felt the need or desire to test hibernation in the Stasis Pod we resolved the issue by simply grabbing a vagrant street skid that would be dead shortly anyway. He became our volunteer. Once we had the filthy bugger disinfected and somewhat coherent such that we could establish a base line of health conditions he was ready to be our guinea pig. Some folks would be outraged at such treatment, but some folks are outraged that jailed killers don’t, nor shouldn’t have the same rights you and I do. Did the dead person not have any rights?

  D had this notion that putting a raging drug addict into hibernation for a time would have a very beneficial change on their drug dependency. Basically the body would go cold turkey and forget the dependency. It was going to be fascinating to see what happens.

  We got Rich or Richard, he said that was his name, stabilized as much as possible. There wasn’t much to work with as the guy was going to be a goner in another month if he made it that long. Anyway we got some base readings from him, gave him a relaxant and an injection of Nanobe’s and placed him in the Stasis Pod and closed the lid. Sweet dreams Rich. The monitoring display and internal camera confirmed that he was alive but in deep hibernation. Perfect!

  Chapter 25: Insect Drones

  Huey and Dewey, after certain adjustments for precision, proved to be excellent at the microscopic assembly process of our cloud of ‘insect drones’. We developed two types based on the common insects of the Pakistan area. The first is an electronic version of Musca domestica, or common house fly. Our version looked and sounded similar to the common fly, but was the opposite of everything a regular fly is. Ours did not lay eggs in shit and garbage, did not carry all sorts of diseases and plagues, did not infect food, nor not crawl on humans and attempt to get in mouths, up noses, into eyes and ears. Fabricated out of carbon nanotubes and graphene ours looked identical, unless under a microscope, used a sunlight rechargeable cell to power plastic orthopteran wings, a very miniature computer processor abdomen and thorax, and a head of several very tiny hi-res cameras complete with microphones and functional antennae. Transmission range was short, but data was encrypted and shared to other insects in the cloud and with their combined power efforts the range was acceptable. We hedged our bets however by assembling a Bombus pennsylvanicus or Bumble Bee. With its increased size and increased electronics payload we could fly in the vicinity of the drone flies and receive and boast the encrypted data transmission signal distance to more comfortable levels. The process is bio-tech, computer-tech, electronic-tech, and aero-tech all combined into microscopic packages. Its bloody genius is what it is!

  The pie
ce de resistance, the crown jewel of our insect drone command is the lowly Culiseta longiareolata or mosquito. While the Mother Nature developed variety dive bombed, attacked, and bit the living hell out of warm flesh to extract blood, ours did not. We buzzed around making the characteristic mosquito whine but did not attack. Clouds of our developed units surged and flowed around the individuals of interest that we needed to have ongoing audio and video observation of. While the minuscule size of our mosquito kept the electronics package to a very rudimentary level, it worked fascinatingly well when a swarm of these little buggers worked together. The combined swarm mentality was impressive as they provided a clear video and audio feed of the subject they hovered around. It seemed the critical mass was acquired after about twenty units in the cloud. Anything from there on up to a swarm of fifty mosquitoes was remarkably effective and provided for spares in case of accidents and units taking a ‘time out’ to recharge.

  I was so impressed that Mother Nature was providing the design documentation and prototype unit package for us to model our efforts after. Internally I smiled to myself with smug satisfaction. So many times the solution to our requirements and world requirements can be found by observing nature with an open mind. The irony of it all just tickled my fancy. Mother nature, the great R&D laboratory.

  Chapter 26: Surveillance Data

  D and the sisters hacked their way into the international surveillance programs like ECHELON and its associated data bases run in co-operation with the Five Eyes Countries. They paid particular attention to British and French surveillance programs like Tempora and Frenchelon. But by far the most invasive and vigorous surveillance programs and the most complete detailed datasets were from the Israeli and the US espionage efforts. Operation Olympic Games, of which a small portion was Stuxnet, paled in comparison to the massive Nitro Zeus code structure. The US Trailblazer surveillance platform from 9/11 was shut down as it was junk compared to a new extremely elegant solution called ThinThread. A genius system of code engineered by a true codebreaking programming genius William Benney. This system along with PRISM, MYSTIC, Bullrun and MonsterMind provided massive amounts of data housed in the $1.5 Billion Utah Data Center.