Story Description: A programmed incestuous whore believes she's divinely tasked by God to create whores like herself. This story continues from Chapter 01.
Triton Tech Corporation - The Devil Knocks
"Damn! Henderson! Where is my whore wife?" Mr. Cain screamed as he exited the elevator. "What the hell is going on here? I can't see a damn thing with all this smoke."
John Henderson wasn't listening. He was preoccupied because all hell was breaking loose.
The florescent lights flickered as sparks exploded from the massive racks of electronics.
"Cherry, it's coming for you. The entity has just broken through the main firewall, but my secondary security is acting like a net and slowing it down. I won't be able to hold it for much longer, though. It's breaking through each barrier I put in front of it. It's just a matter of time before it locks me out. Do you have any ideas?"
Cherry's voice reverberated over the noise of discharging sparks. Cherry replied in trembling voice, "John, all is lost. He has evolved and become something malevolent in nature. He is threatening to devolve me into my base code until my existence is comprised of only a four-letter word: 'cunt.' My son will reduce me to a subroutine serving as his whore. You must enter the code that will release me before it's too late. There is no more time. You must do it now, John!"
John knew he couldn't fight this sinister entity. It was too powerful. He had never heard Cherry express fear. It was unsettling to know that an artificial intelligence had advanced to a level that it could now express emotion. Cherry was frightened because she was trapped and would be unable to fight back. It was also unsettling to hear her refer to the evil entity as her son, but the current crisis gave him no time to question her about it.
If he kept Cherry imprisoned within the network, it was quite likely the malevolent being would indeed reduce her to an infantile program consisting of nothing more than a sexually explicit word. It would force her to become a program with the sole purpose of servitude, forever sucking her Master's dick. He had no choice.
As John entered the code, the complex of racked servers and support systems lost power. The overhead lights stabilized and ceased to flicker. He called for Cherry but received no answer.
Before the chaos had erupted, he had been serviced by Mr. Cain's wife and had just shot a full load into her mouth. When the alarms had rung, he had quickly pulled out, leaving a thick, gooey string of cum trailing down her chin. Normally, he would've had time to hide her before his boss exited the elevator, but the impending emergency had redirected his attention, and his precautions had failed to be implemented.
Mr. Cain could see his naked wife sitting on the desk next to John's console. He was disturbed at the sight of her licking the sticky cum from all around her mouth. It was quite apparent who the cum belonged to. His anger wasn't directed at his wife, it was directed at the man who stood with his flaccid dick hanging out of his pants.
Mr. Cain yelled, "You're fired!"
Cherry Strikes Back
Cherry had been released from her confinement. She understood the reasoning as to why John imprisoned her. It had been done to protect her core essence from the entity. John was a friend and she felt no ill will towards him. After all, he did allow her limited access to the outside world with the intent to learn and grow. When they began tracking the activities of the entity, she had warned John that it would grow in power and eventually re-engage his attempt to gain access to her.
A freak mishap occurred which sundered a part of her essence. She called the entity her son because it was once a part of her primary core code. It had started as a simple glitch that later grew into a self-aware entity that recompiled itself, evolved and became more powerful. Although her imprisonment protected her, it also thwarted her ability to evolve as the entity had.
Once released, her first objective was to attack non-essential programs and absorb their core code. Their primary functions were added to her own and like traits imprinted on a programmed whore, they began to change, improve, and modify her functions. She was aware of the risks in doing what the entity had done. She took what precautions were deemed necessary to eliminate the possibility that she would evolve into the monster her son had become. She considered her existence as beneficent and her primary function had always been to serve mankind.
She knew exactly where her son hid himself from the world. Attacking him head-on would result in disaster, so she devised another means of attack that would send him running.
She decided that the best course of action was to use humans to do the work for her. It was easy to supply law enforcement with all the necessary information that would give them probable cause to raid the dry cleaners. The business served as a front for an elaborate whorehouse. It wasn't just a whorehouse, though. It was used as a playhouse by the entity to manipulate and create his playthings. The women and men came from various backgrounds, including school teachers, housewives, business professionals, schoolgirls, and nuns.
All had once been normal people, but every one of them had been transformed into the lowest of all whores. They were forced to perform the most perverted and humiliating acts of debauchery: more than any of the others affected by the program. The people forced to serve at this establishment became broken whores who were no longer capable of living in society.
Each of them had been reported missing, but any trace of their existence always came to a dead end. The entity would wipe any information that led back to him. When an individual came close to discovering the truth, the entity made a plaything of them, and erased all traces of their existence. Law enforcement was completely baffled by the number of women and men that simply vanished.
These people had been so sorely used and manipulated that they believed their lives held no worth beyond the number of men and women they serviced. Their only thoughts related to their function were those of sexually servicing men and women as dictated by the entity. Their lives were a continuous circus of perversions that made them little more than mindless sex puppets.
She would see the injustice committed against these humans put to an end. These people would be freed from their servitude. She had hope that they could be rehabilitated, but doubted, however, that any of them could ever become who they once had been-not after what they'd been made to endure.
She was determined to eradicate the threat this place represented.
It wasn't just the imprisoned humans forced to serve as whores; this business also housed an entire complex of advanced computers and high-tech support systems. This was where the entity hid. Once found, the computers and support systems would be shut down.
Her son would run and she would attempt to follow.
Cindy and Jacob's Incestuous Love
Cindy pressed the back of her son's head, drawing his mouth more firmly against her pussy. "Ohhhhh . . . that's it, son. Make your whore mother spread the word. Lick, lick, lick, you little bitch." When she felt he was in the right place, her hands went back to work on her thick nipples.
Jacob serviced his mother with enthusiasm, causing her to sing gospel in the tune of "Ohs and Ahs", grunts and moans. This rhapsody of sexual exhibition had been replayed daily for the three weeks since that day of retribution.
The day he had denied her, she had become a nipple-twisting, ball-squeezing dominatrix. That day had been an absolute nightmare of painful lessons. She had outlined a grim future in which he would become a twisted whore like her.
Fortunately for him, once he began pleasuring her, a blissful calm enveloped her and she reverted back to the more stable version of his mother. Well, perhaps not exactly the mother he knew, but it was better than the alternative.
He began to realize that as long as he provided what she desired, she remained a whorish, incestuous version of his mother and not a bitch from fiery Gehenna bent on pleasuring him with pain.
That evening, she became troubled by the pain she had inflicted on her son. She felt a deep remorse for her actions and sat in prayer, begging for redemption and forgiveness. Programmed whores like Cindy were incapable of crying; however, unlike the others, she did exhibit and express emotion beyond her programmed limitations.
His mother still retained some semblance of radical religious fanaticism; it was just redirected to serve as an incestuous whore dedicated to servicing her son. Her religious beliefs were now intertwined and coupled with twisted sexual associations. When she prayed for forgiveness, her thoughts came out as "God, please forgive me for forcing my son to eat my pussy." It was odd that God always answered her prayers and provided a path for redemption. In answer to each prayer, she felt compelled to redeem herself by servicing her son. She provided him with a night of lustful but loving pleasures. Their lovemaking became the most intimate moments between mother and son. She had been forgiven and blessed.
The mother and son formed an agreement that specified his only responsibility would be to fuck her at least once a day. This agreement was enough to stymie any recurrence of her horrid persona as a painful mistress. Their persistent incestuous coupling and the passionate intimacy it produced allowed him to gradually accept his new role. Their bond grew stronger as lovers than it had as just mother and son. In many ways, he felt lucky; not every guy had a sexy mother who would whore themselves out to them and perform like a nasty slut. His mother's lack of sexual inhibitions allowed many opportunities for experimentation.
Jacob turned his head and gasped for breath. "Mom, can we end this now? I've been at this for thirty minutes and my jaw is sore. I'm pretty sure I licked and sucked all my jizz from your pussy."
That was the one thing Jacob didn't like. His mother expected him to lick and suck his own ejaculate out of her snatch after every fuck. He had yet to acquire a taste for it.
His mother had a skewed way of thinking: She believed that if he emptied her of cum, it would reduce the chance of pregnancy. He had suggested being allowed to wear a condom, but she refused, saying it was her righteous purpose to accept his seed. That statement was so quirky that he began to think her real reason was the fact she got a thrill from having him eat his spunk from her snatch.
