The Network Chapter 10

Chapter 10

Marius was back to his stronger and younger self. Sheila had transferred enough of her ill-gotten energies to Ishtar, which in turn passed them onto him. He didn't hold a grudge, luckily, and Sheila didn't feel quiet as embarrassed around him as she had. It hadn't helped, as he had intended, when he said he would have found it within his duties to have died at her hands. She was just very happy that he hadn't.

Sheila looked into the full-length dressing mirror at the early-twenties face and body she had finally settled on. She had never been happier than she was right now. Although, no one had really noticed. James did give her a surprised look, but then only asked, "you cut your hair or something?" She had simply answered yes. If he couldn't see it she wouldn't point it out. Their only communication lately was him telling her to be careful from time to time when she left the house, as if he cared anyway.

Shopping, as she was spending some time today, was the only time she felt balanced and in control.

It had taken a few days for her to totally get over killing Charlie,but she finally had to just face the fact that she had saved her own life and many others that he would have killed, It still didn't feel right though. She never wanted to kill anyone, but she realized that what had happened couldn't be undone anyway.

She exhaled forcefully, fogging the mirror.

A sudden sadness gripped Sheila. But it was More than that. It was a tremendous loneliness, as if something had just been lost to her. She didn't know what happened, but something was definitely wrong. She had a terrible feeling of foreboding she just couldn't shake and had the overwhelming desire to flee.

"Ishtar." She whispered her goddess's name as she called to her mentally.

She was seeking that place of comfort, that place where she always felt safe. There was no reply. She was alone. The question was why?

She experienced a sudden sense of urgency. Cold chills ran down her spine like boney fingers. The walls felt like they were closing in on her.

She couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped; she needed to go. Someone was coming. She didn't know how, but she knew she was in danger. After gathering up all the clothes she had been trying on from the dressing room bench, she left the small dressing room and made her way toward the cash registers. She was driven by an urgency she didn't understand, but it was something she just couldn't ignore.

The last week had been a bit odd. Joshua hadn't contacted her since the day before Charlie, and then she had only been called on to dress as a nurse and go to a retirement home and jerk some old guy off who had been crippled by a stroke. He wasn't able to use his hands anymore.

Rosa had decided to blow his mind and instead gave him a blow job, but Sheila had refused to take any energy from him. He hadn't looked as if he would be able to spare it. It just hadn't felt right.

Her mind raced, wondering if they might have found out about Charlie, or Ishtar, or anything. Ishtar had warned her that the Network wasn't to be trifled with. Marius had been clearly shaken when she said it, which didn't ease Sheila's mind at all. Anything that could shake Marius had to be serious.

Sheila pushed her cart to the front of the store, deciding to forego checking out, and dropped the transceiver the Network had given her into the clothing. She then left both cart and contents sitting at the front of the store.

She looked around for anyone who might be paying unusual attention to her. Everything seemed normal enough.

Perhaps she was just being paranoid or simply taking a gut feeling too seriously. Either way, she wasn't going to take any chances. She would tell Joshua that she had inadvertently left the transceiver behind, if all was actually well.

She blended in with a group of people exiting the store and made her way toward her car. When two men in black suits rushed into the store she had just exited, she knew.

I'm in trouble.

She quickly continued past her car without stopping, toward the back of the parking lot. They would be watching her car, she needed to plan her next move. But first, she needed to get away from here.

A man in his twenties was about to get into a beat up blue chevy truck a few feet from her.

"Hello," she said to him in a friendly tone.

He looked somewhat confused, but offered a terse wave.

"Could you help me please? My car didn't start and I need a ride home."

She pushed her perky young breasts out. Her nipples became erect against the thin material.

"I can pay you."

She allowed him to read whatever he liked into that. She would gladly pay either way.

"Well, I'm kinda in a hurry," he said, all the while smiling and Looking at her breasts.

This guy wants to hear it.

"I can pay you whatever you like."

She looked from his crotch to his face, batting her eyelids in an attempt to seal the deal.

He looked all around the parking lot, shrugged and said, "I guess I could take if its somewhere close."

A stranger was risky for Sheila, but not as risky as it used to be for her. The Network was far more dangerous. They seemed to have an unlimited power that terrified Sheila.

She briefly reached out to Ishtar again, but received no response.

She slid onto the truck seat. The seat pulled her skirt up, exposing her extremely sheer red underwear as well as all of her more private parts.

Sheila pulled her skirt back down quickly, but it was too late.

The young man had an expression of disbelief on his face. He didn't speak for a few moments and when he finally did he stammered, "You... You've... You've got a cock!"

He stared at her red faced for several seconds before he took a deep breath and screamed, "Get out of my truck, you fucking freak!"

He made such a scene that people all over the parking lot were looking their way. This was definitely not what she needed right now. She hurriedly climbed out before he struck her, which he appeared inclined to do at any moment.

Further making a spectacle, he peeled rubber out of the parking lot.

The two men in black and several others in the parking lot now began to converge on her position. She hurried toward her car, but two of them were clearly going to be there before she could make it.

The sting of two darts from a stun gun burned as they penetrated the flesh of her back.

She reached for them, but her body seized and tensed as the clicking sound of the stun gun filled the air. She slammed down onto the pavement and a hood was pulled over her head.

A vehicle squealed up near her

"It's OK, were FBI," she heard one of her captors tell the onlookers.

Sheila doubted that very much.

She felt the impact of the floor when she was tossed into the back of the vehicle.

She called out mentally to Ishtar,

Help me Ishtar!

There was no reply; there was only silent emptiness.

"She can't hear you half-breed," one of the men said in a shitty tone, and injected her with something.

How can he hear my thoughts? Where is Ishtar?

Both men laughed coarsely then one said, "Be quiet."

She felt so alone and afraid, but for only a moment before everything went black.

* * *

She had no idea where she was when she finally opened her eyes. Her head pounded, her stomach felt like a cheese grater had been ran over it. She had no way of knowing how long she had been out, what time it was, or even what day it was for that matter. One thing was obvious, as she groggily looked around, she was in a cell.

The only window was high near the ceiling on what she assumed was the back wall and was barred. But, it was so high she couldn't see out. The air smelled different; it smelled artificial somehow. Sheila felt far from home and even farther from Ishtar.

The stone cell was cold. She was completely nude, and had one thin pillow and a quilted blanket to cover herself. They had even taken her undergarments, perhaps more, she couldn't be sure.

She assessed herself. Her belly-button ring was gone. She reached lower. At least all her new parts were still there.

There was a shower, sink, and toilet attached to one wall. It was made of what looked like stainless steel. A similar stainless door was on the opposite wall. The balance of the walls were made of stone and over twelve feet high. One small table was bolted to the floor in the center of the room with two benches attached to it.

She heard what she thought were the tones of someone entering codes on a keypad outside her door. A few seconds later she heard a loud snap confirming this.

The door quietly swung open into the room.

A very large man with bright-red, short-cropped hair stepped into the cell with a smile on his face. It wasn't a friendly smile it was a sadistic smile that made Sheila very uncomfortable.

"Hello," he said in a low, smooth tone.

He entered her cell and looked at her. He smirked before continuing.

"I am Samar. We can be friends or enemies, the choice is yours.

Sheila could feel that he was indifferent to her, probably didn't even like her. He was a human, but nearly as big as a Hunic, and very muscular. He wore black, military-issue commando style pants topped with a khaki-green colored T-shirt. A small weapon, Sheila assumed, hung on his hip. He had a dark black tattoo on his wrist that read: "Samar 3365."

"Where am I," Sheila asked hatefully.

"In time," He said and began to walk away. After a few steps he turned back and asked, "Do you require sustenance?"

Sheila nodded yes. She wanted to keep her strength up for whatever possibility presented itself. Eating was the best way to do that in case she was provided opportunity to escape. It didn't look promising though. She still didn't know who they were, but suspected the Network. They had likely tracked her location on her transceiver.

Samar turned and left the cell, closing the door behind him, without saying another word.

Sheila felt the sting of concrete burns on her shoulder and hip, and touched her fingers to it.

There was some type of dressing on her wounds. She sat on the metal shelf of a bed looking at the dressing on her scrapes. It appeared to be layers of some type of simulated skin.

There was nothing but deafening silence in her head; she felt so alone.

The clank of the lower panel on the door sliding up broke the silence in her head. A towel and soap was pushed into the cell along with some other hygiene products.

She looked at the cube of plain white soap on top of the small towel. It all appeared to be of county-jail quality. She hoped she wouldn't be here very long. She would rather they would just kill her and get it over with.

She continued to sit on the metal bunk looking at the wall, having no way to keep track of the passing of time. The silence threatened to drive her mad. There was no sound outside her cell at all. Even when Samar had left, she hadn't hear any sounds beyond the door.

Ishtar, where are you,

She whispered into her empty mind.

There was nothing but heart-wrenching silence. She began to wonder if Ishtar had been caught as well and might be dead or held captive herself.

Samar suddenly opened the door again. The door pushed the tiny stack of items out into the floor. He sat a tray of food he carried down onto the table and smiled, then he closed the door.

Sheila quickly ate all that was offered. It was tasteless and bland but it was food.

Samar stayed in the cell quietly watching her eat. Once she finished he placed the tray next to the opening in the door, but didn't leave.

"If you don't shower, they're gonna take these away," he said apologetically, pointing to the soap and towel.

He was much nicer than he was before.

"Why?" She eyed him speaking in her most hateful Rosa voice. "You wanna watch or something?"

Had she just seen that? Had he actually smiled sheepishly, even blushed a little?

Samar looked back at the closed door with apprehension and said, "I've never met anyone like you, a half breed," he smiled.

Sheila had seen that smile many times before and knew she could do something with it.

"Yep, I'm not like other girls," she teased.

"I've heard you are nearly Hunic." He said then simply stood staring at her.

She decided to test the waters and lowered the top of the blanket she was wrapped in to expose some cleavage. Once she was sure she had his interest, she slowly lowered the blanket further exposing one of her firm round breasts completely.

Samar's energies began to radiate out as she gained his interest. Her core yearned to drink his energies in. She needed it, craved it. Perhaps she could even gain her freedom in the process.

"Wanna touch one," she asked quietly.

Samar slowly reached out to touch her breast.

This was something he didn't seem to have done much, if she read him right. He was so gentle and unsure of his actions. He lightly squeezed her firm breast, and swallowed noisily.

Sheila looked down on his hand offering him a sexy smile.

Suddenly, something caught her eye.

How can that be?

She looked down at his hand again. The tattoo on his hand now read, "Samar 3360."

"Either he had changed his tattoo, which she doubted, or this was a different guard who looked identical to the first. Perhaps they were twins. No wonder he acted so differently.

This one liked her; she could work with that; Rosa could use that.

"I think I will take that shower, Samar." Rosa stood, stripped the blanket off, and tossed it onto the floor.

Her nipples were erect and wrinkled reaching out toward nice Samar. The petals of her peach began to make nectar in anticipation of receiving Samar. Her newest part hung heavy and half-erect.

He looked at her growing erection hanging over of her moist and pink pussy, and said, "You truly do have the Hunic genes. If you were taller I would guess you were Hunic."

"No. I've just been converted some." She winked at him. "Well, I better get in the water."

She turned on her toes giving him a good look at her ass as she walked away.

His eyes Remained fixed on her nude body as she turned the water on and adjusted the temperature.

She couldn't decide if he was shy or uninterested. He seemed to not know what to do with himself, but he never took his eyes off her. He sat on the table top and watched, as if he didn't want to miss a bubble.

"Want to wash my back, Samar?"

She lathered her wet breasts slowly and squeezed them together.

"Or my front?"

She licked her lips and turned so he could see all of her parts.

She lathered her newest part until it stood fully erect. Her foreskin crowned the tip of her thick seven inch shaft. She reached down with a soapy cloth and slid the soft foreskin back off of her shining, purple head. The sensation of cool air caused the thin ridge of her head to flare out.

The feeling was unbelievable. She enjoyed having her new part, she felt somehow complete as if this were how it should be.

Samar seemed especially fascinated by her throbbing shaft. He sat watching intently. He seemed to be waiting for something.

"Your turn." Rosa smiled at him, stroking her throbbing addition.

Samar stood, stripped his clothing off and dropped it onto the floor.

His thick erection was covered in ropy veins and had a smooth, round, cherry-shaped head. It was about six inches long.

He was definitely interested, his cock danced with each beat of his heart. He matched the motion of her strokes on his own cock while watching her pull hers.

"I can't reach you way over there, " she said, pulling her heavy cock up against her belly. She then pushed the lips of her pussy apart and slid a finger inside a couple of inches. Stroking her foreskin up and down her rigid shaft while she buried her fingers deep inside of herself. She worked both of her hands in slow steady thrusts.

If that doesn't get him over here nothing will.

Samar stood from the table top and walked over near the shower, his erection bouncing happily along. Once there, he stood waiting and watching. He acted as if he were awaiting orders.

How strange. Why doesn't he take the initiative and come into the shower with me?

It wasn't a lack of desire, she could feel it building within him like a wildfire, but his expression was unchanged.

Strange fellow.

She smiled.

She felt his guard was down at least, if it had ever been up. She just hoped she could stop without killing him. The thought of killing someone else terrified her. Although, she knew she would do what she had to do in order to escape.

"What do ya like, Big boy?"

She looked at his anxious cock.

"I'm not sure, probably whatever you like, but I don't know."

She was puzzled by his answer. Who didn't know what they liked? Most people spent their time during puberty figuring that out.

But, at least he seemed open to anything she said.

He finally used his fingers to roll his foreskin back up over the head of his throbbing erection. He looked down on it like it was the most interesting thing he had ever seen.

Rosa decided to be totally forward and ask him a question. "You want to fuck, Samar?"

Samar shrugged looking confused.

How could this be possible? Were these guys kept here without any contact at all? If that was the case these guards were going to be a piece of cake. Rosa would soon have them in the palm of her hand.

She didn't have time to worry about why now. The only thing that mattered was getting out of here. If they were actually kept in this manner of frustration, his energies would skyrocket. She just needed to take enough to render him unconscious. She didn't want to kill him if she could avoid it.

She stepped out of the shower and wrapped her arms around his wide shoulders.

He looked down on her, gripped her erection, and began stroking it.

Rosa retrieved the blanket and laid it and herself back across the table. She began to squeezed her breasts while enjoying the attention he was giving her sensitive erection.

He had actually stopped stroking himself and was concentrating totally on her hot throbbing shaft, looking at it closely, as if it was the first time he had held one.

Sheila decided she would enjoy it for a few minutes, his hand felt good sliding over her swollen head. She watched him as she rested on her elbows and spread her legs wide. It wasn't long until she was nearly about to get off.

She grabbed his hand, stopping him.

"Have I done something wrong?" He seemed worried.

"No, everything is fine," she said and pushed his foreskin down his erect shaft. She spread her legs wider and bent forward grabbing him by the cheeks of his butt and guided his cock deep into her wet folds. His cock was thick and stretched its way into her.

Samar drew a sudden sharp breath into his lungs and then plunged his entire shaft as deeply as he could into her soft flesh. His heavy balls collided with her sensitive lips as it penetrated and caressed them.

Rosa groaned and trembled. A convulsive shudder traveled through her body. She guided him in and out of her, feeling his energies blazing white hot, nearly out of control.

He had been a slow starter but needed no direction now. He plunged into her wetness eagerly, his energy growing in intensity.

She started slowly taking his energies, drinking them in, he was near his peak.

Samar began plunging into her with deep urgent thrusts. He reached out and gripped her cock like a handle, using it to pull her onto his cock. He stroked her erection at the same time he used it as a grip.

The feeling was more erotic than anything Rosa had ever experienced before and she knew it wouldn't be long before she came. She wasn't alone, Samar's sexual energies were at peak and he wouldn't last much longer either. She sensed he was ready to explode. His energies radiated from him in stormy waves.