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That would defeat your purpose entirely wouldn’t it?" We both laughed. "When does the cavalry arrive?"
"Tomorrow morning."
"Then we have a night to enjoy, don’t we? I see you brought guests. Could one of them be for me?"
"Both," I assured him, "and I assume you have suitable companions for Rick and I?"
"But of course. This way." We followed him into the elevator and descended. The doors opened and we entered a large comfortable room filled with overstuffed furniture and six Chinese women with such beauty they could have been made of porcelain. Two had the features of the Khans, broad bronze faces with hooded eyes, strong and supple. They were thick of thigh and strong of arm, capable of long distances on horseback, but decidedly feminine. Two had the fine narrow features of the seafaring folk of T’ai Pei, lithe and willowy. The final pair had the round features of the mountains, glowing from the spiritual strength of Tibet and thriving at the roof of the world. All were wearing identical silk deels, open at the throat and fastened with the traditional five mother of pearl buttons. As beautifully crafted as the robes were, the women inside were the real treasure.
I sent a command to my nanobots for stamina and excessive semen production.
One of each pair joined Rick and their counterparts joined me. At first touch, my newly created nanobots assimilated them, converting their native nanobots over to the new strain. My concubines slowly disrobed me, taking their sweet time, caressing my exposed skin as they did so. My original self had named them Khai, Mazu, and Wen respectively, choosing derivations of their native language for princess or goddess. Khai the Mongol loosed two buttons and slipped her robe from her shoulders, revealing the tops of her ample breasts and strong broad shoulders. Her hands were strong and tender and they gripped my growing manhood. I basked in the warmth of her hands as they slowly stroked me to full mast.
Mazu pulled my shirt from my right arm and then removed her deel entirely, pressing guiding my arm around her back and nestling her breasts against my rib cage. Wen did the same on the left. I accessed their pleasure centers and set their arousal response to increase slowly but unstoppably whenever my skin met theirs. I glanced over at Cheney, reclining on the soft cushions of the sofa, receiving the pleasure they were programmed to provide. The original Dr. David was standing like I was, hands resting on the heads of his two sexual slaves as they lavished his turgid member with their mouths.
I felt my cock slip between Khai’s lips and down her throat. I could feel her throat constricting, milking my cock. I pulled my other two women closer, pressing them tight against me, sharing my pleasure with all three of them. I could smell the flood of pheromones, the scent of pure arousal. Khai pressed her nose flat against my stomach, driving my cock deeper down her throat, drawing intense pleasure for herself from my increased lust. Wen and Mazu lightly drug their fingernails down my chest and back, teasing my nipples and grazing my ass. I kissed Wen first and then Mazu, lifting them to my mouth as I bent to their lips. Khai pulled off of my cock and knelt on the couch in front of us. Wen and Mazu guided me forward and into her waiting cunt. She was engorged and dripping. All three women shared the explosive pleasure of my entrance into Khai, I saw to that. I stood still as Wen and Mazu pulled Khai back onto my shaft. They pumped her in and out for several minutes; their mutual arousal climbing inexorably to great heights. It was familiar to each in a different way. Like climbing a mountain, crossing a sea, or riding across a vast expanse. They drew ever closer to their destination. By now they were desperate to reach their final release. I lifted Wen and reclined her onto Khai’s back. Khai was too strong to be burdened by the additional weight. Khai sank to her knees so that Wen’s eager cunt lined up with my exposed cock. Wen reached around her back to grip Khai’s side. I buried my cock in a harsh, deep thrust, just as Wen had hoped. Though she was a culturally spiritual person, Wen could easily access her physical passion. She released all her desire into wanton lust. Mazu stood behind me, reach around me to grip Wen’s thighs, thrusting her back against me while pressing her taut breasts into the small of my back. The three women gasped in unison, so perfectly were they mated in their mutual arousal.
It only took a few minutes before I could feel Wen begging for release. I withdrew and turned around, my cock an angry shade of red, glistening with the juices of our union. Mazu reached up and encircled my neck with her arms. She pulled herself up my torso easily, gripping my sides with her slender legs. She was surprisingly strong for someone so lithe. She lowered her open flower onto my upward pointing cock and then threw herself backwards to the ends of her arms and sank my cock deep into her folds. The two women behind us collapsed with pleasure. They rolled apart; then nestled in beside each other, each with their fingers in the other woman’s cunt. As they shared this third coupling with us, they satisfied each other. I made them separate and lowered Mazu between them. With all three women splayed out in front of me, I kept pounding the cunt of Mazu while burying three fingers into the flooded slits of Khai and Wen. The combination of their own pleasure with the shared passion of the other two, all three women were in danger of losing their minds. I blasted the interior of Mazu’s cunt with the first thick ropes of my orgasm. She shuddered and bucked. So did Wen and Khai. I withdrew and moved to the right, thrusting deep into Wen, releasing another torrent of cum, sending all three women back over the top of the mountain, writhing and gasping. I finished between Khai’s thighs. Those muscular thighs bred into her by countless forefathers astride horseback. She was the tightest of the three. Her cunt muscles flexed and tugged at my manhood, milking me into a third release as I thrust deep into her volcanic interior. She looped her ankles around my ass and help slam my hips into hers, riding me and urging me on. As I let go my final release, she screamed a guttural cry of triumph and pleasure; the warrior’s cry of victory. The four of us collapsed in a heap of spent flesh.
Down in the factory below, the production of nanobots programmed to take over the world continued without abatement. I knew I would have to do something and soon. Rick Cheney was in no condition to do anything to avoid the annihilation of the human race. The original Dr. David was likewise out of commission.
"It’s time to call in your leadership team," I finally said to my double. "I feel time is running out."
"You are probably right. My calculations state we have about four and a half hours."
"Then the cavalry will be too late," I said, sitting up. I was no longer tired.
"Of course they will be David. Just as I planned." He smiled a satisfied smile. Inside I could feel myself changing. My nanobots were beginning to betray me. They no longer did my bidding. My new strain wasn’t assimilating the former nanobots; they were mimicking the original strain and being controlled by the original David.
The puppet master had tied his strings to me.
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