Imad sat in the control room, exhausted, not having slept in the three days since the system glitch, the glitch he refused to believe had just been a glitch. He strolled through his network searching for the proof that his system had been hacked, but couldn't find it. All he found was the poor security. Any hacker could get into his network and mess around. The question then was why would somebody want to hack into his network. He knew he had to have been hacked. All that had happened was the communication with the puppets and the security system had been shut down for about a minute. That didn't seem like a glitch. It seemed like a targeted attack. But why?
Frustrated, Imad unplugged and sank into his chair. He ran his hand over his bald head and closed his eyes, trying to think of a solution, how to find the hacker, and why had they done it. In the meantime he had already increased his network security. The only way somebody was going to get in now was with some advanced virus and he didn't have anything that was worth the money to get that type of virus.
He opened his eyes to slits and peered at the stacks of monitors in front of him. The parlor was quiet now, early morning, and most customers were gone. Most of the girls were sleeping, some were awake, all resting. His eyes moved from one girl to the next, studying each of them, comparing their hair, their breasts, their legs, height, weight. He had a fine collection, something for everybody, any taste a person had and he could satisfy it.
But still, there was the one. Always his eyes were drawn back to her, now sitting in her room, stretched out on her bed, wearing a short sheer nightie, staring blankly at her video wall, her eyes almost closed. This was her day off and she would spend it mostly watching videos, sleeping, and if she found the energy, a trip to the workout room.
Imad unloosened his pants, letting his cock harden, as his eyes roamed over Valerie's body. She was his prize possession, his most expensive, most beautiful. He remembered the day she had been brought to him. The woman had come wearing a Muslim shawl, only her eyes peeking through, Valerie's hand clamped in her own, dragging her through the door. He could tell Valerie was doped, but still she fought. She had known where her mother was taking her. One look at her and he knew he had to have her, but he tried to hide his interest. But the woman had known.
Imad stared into the space left by the woman's shawl to see if she had the same skin, hair, and eyes, but couldn't tell. The woman's eyes were brown, but those could have been contacts, her skin and eyebrows were dark, but they could have been dyed. Valerie had just turned twenty and her mother had had enough of her, saying she was reckless and loose, and if she wanted to be that way she might as well make some money doing it.
Imad paid a lot for her, more than any other puppet. The woman had seen the money transferred to her account and left without saying a final goodbye to her daughter, just left.
He had Valerie outfit with the best in puppet technology, knowing the torture she would endure and wanting to protect her mind, keep her as long as he could. He had only expected three years out of her, at best, and had been surprised to get more.
His hand slid down to stroke his cock as he watched her stretching, her body so tight and lean, not starting to collect fat or become loose like usually happened. Yes, she was his favorite. He watched her, forgetting the glitch, forgetting security problems, just watching, and wanting.
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Valerie watched the flickering images across the video wall and couldn't make sense of them. It meant nothing to her, images of places she hadn't seen, and she supposed would never see. She had almost forgotten what the world was like outside the parlor. She had been here for so many years and seemed had many more to go to payoff Imad. He took such a large cut of her pay for room and board that the bit left over could only pay the interest on the loan for her puppet rig. She couldn't leave until that was paid off. She was paying for something she had never even wanted. But it was the only way to get out of here.
She considered not taking any days off, trying to work everyday to earn the money to get free, but she didn't think her mind or body could take it. She needed at least two days off a week, any less and she found it hard to move or think at all.
She wrapped her arms around herself, feeling chilly, but not wanting to cover up, letting the cold penetrate her skin. She slid her hands over her arms, feeling the goose bumps, and shivered. This place was so cold, sterile, no warmth or light. Everything was artificial and nothing was real. The images on the wall didn't seem real. The bed, the stuffed animals, herself, none of it was real.
She closed her eyes, shutting her thoughts down, and pictured him, the man she thought that for an instant she had seen, a face that seemed so familiar. The man hovering over her, thrusting into her madly, bring her to an intense orgasm, and for a second she could have sworn she could remember him, that she had wakened and seen him. She knew it was the man who always came to her and treated her like he loved her, made her come, made her feel good, made her feel real. She sighed, focusing on that face, recalling his scent, and wished that just once she could be with him and just be real.
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Taylor sat in his hover in an alley a block away from Imad's Pleasure Palace. He stared at his handheld computer screen. It was finally time, time to free her and take her home. He saw he had a connection. She was in her room and she wasn't programmed. She was conscious, as he had expected since it was her day off.
All he had to do was load the program he had already written, telling her to walk out to him. That was it. Then, he could take her somewhere secret, shut her down, and replace her chip with one that Imad couldn't trace. She would be free then, out of Imad's control, and back with him.
He sighed, wondering if she would really be back with him. Would she even want to be with him? After what he had done? His heart ached hoping that she would stay with him. He couldn't stand it if she left him again. He had almost died the first time. He surely would a second time.
But at the same time did he even deserve to have her back? He had fucked up. Hell, he had been fucking up ever since that time. But he had always told himself it was because he had to, because he loved her, because he needed her, and he wanted to help her. He had to. He wouldn't have to do it anymore. But would he still want to?
His hand shook as he stared at the screen, waiting for him, waiting for his command. All he had to do was load the program. That was it. Then, nothing would be the same again.
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When the door opened, the burst of air blowing across her, Valerie knew who it would be without even looking. The only people able to enter her room were her, a customer during his allotted time, and Imad. It was her day off and she was conscious so it had to be Imad.
She turned her head to see him standing just inside of her room, light from the hallway outlining his huge form, shadows obscuring his face. He was breathing heavily, his hands were clenched into fists at his side. He took another step forward and she saw his cock, standing huge and erect straight out from his body. Her eyes grew bigger staring at it, wide and long, with two spines running down the sides of it. He had an implant.
"Hi, Imad," she said, her voice shaky.
