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John
strides into the bedroom of Jessica Phelp's home. He'd sent her to
visit his mother. He turns to the currently blond bombshell behind
him.

Cameron
is presently in her 'Beth' disguise. Her platinum blond hair is in a
pair of pig tails down to her shoulder blades, her B-cup breasts are
barely in the micro-bikini top she's wearing. Her skin is a deep,
lineless tan.

The
teen looks at his cyborg slave and says, “Strip to the buff
Bitch!”

The
Terminator is naked in seconds having merely been waiting for the
command to disrobe.

The
young man grins as he takes in the luscious figure before him. His
smirk is decidedly lecherous as he says, “Bend over the end of
the bed Bitch.” As his order is being carried out, he discards
his own clothing. He steps behind Cameron and takes a deep, calming
breath. John raises his right hand and brings it down hard on the
females right ass cheek. He feels a jolt of power as he sees the
pale skin redden slightly. He raises his hand once more and brings
it down again, resulting in another jolt of power at Cameron's moan
of pain. He ignores the slight stinging in his hand as he raises it
up for another blow. Another blow, another jolt of power.

The
cyborg’s crotch is absolutely soaked as her master delivers his
twentieth blow to her butt.

John
is lightheaded from the feeling of power coursing through him and he
realizes just how addictive a pleasure this could become. He steps
behind the Terminator and gently grips his cock, aiming it at her
core. When his crown is just nestled inside her nether lips, he
grabs one of her pig tails in each hand and uses them for extra
leverage, pulling back as he drives his hips forward, burying his
entire length in her in a single stroke.

Cameron
screams in pain as her hair is savagely pulled, and she shudders in a
mini-orgasm.

The
teen is gritting his teeth at his first taste of pussy. He is
struggling mightily not to shoot off immediately. He takes several
seconds to get himself back under control, despite the hot, wet
velvet glove convulsing around his member. He slowly starts to pull
out and instantly finds his control once more challenged. He holds
steady when just the tip of his dick is in her cunt for several
seconds, while the contractions continue to tax his resolve.
Finally, he abandons control and starts to hammer the little bitch
beneath him.

The
cyborg is in a continuous, low scale climax as her master rips his
pleasure from her body.

As
he starts to climax, John pulls back extra hard on the little sluts
hair, causing her to arch her back, “THAT'S IT BITCH, TAKE IT!”
He is panting heavily as he starts to come down from his orgasm. He
reluctantly pulls out of her hot hole. He says, “Stay right
where you're at you cunt,” as he steps over to one of the night
stands where Jessica had told him she keeps a bottle of baby oil. He
takes the bottle in hand and moves to back behind Cameron. He frowns
slightly as he sees that her butt cheeks have returned to their
original, slightly tanned, shade. With a small shrug, he raises his
right hand and enjoys the thrill of power as he begins to spank the
cyborg once more. He is slightly lightheaded as he delivers another
twenty swats to her perfectly shaped backside. He smirks as he
clearly sees the glistening on the inside of the sluts thighs, “Are
you enjoying this Bitch?”

“Yes
I am Master.”

“Good
glad to hear it. I'm going fuck this sweet ass of yours now. I want
you to be pleasantly tight, but not painfully so.” With that,
he opens the bottle and lubes up his already hardening cock. Once he
is properly prepared, he closes the bottle and sets it to the side.
He takes his erection in his left and nestles it firmly between her
abused cheeks, making sure it's properly aligned with her asshole.
The young man grabs one of his slaves pig tails with his right hand.

Cameron
meanwhile has loosened her hole enough to fit her master’s
direction. Not for the first time when dealing with her master when
he's in mood to be a bastard, she's grateful she's not human.

John
grins sadistically as he drives his hips forward while pulling hard
on the single pig tail. The feel of his bitch's hot, and ever so
tight, asshole combines with the rush from her yelp of pain to almost
make him come instantly. He mentally starts reciting the manual for
an AK-47, backwards, in Spanish. Once he is safely back in control,
he starts to pull back, only to push forward again after several
inches. He pulls back on the hair in his hand with each thrust
forward, earning another gasp of pain. The teen is struggling to
keep from spilling his seed and the random contractions around his
staff are not helping in the least. With a deep growl, he finally
lets go, painting her bowels with his cum. Without thinking, he
pulls out and uses his grip on his slave’s hair to pull her
back and around.

The
Terminator almost smiles as she finds herself on her knees, facing
the appendage that had just been up her butt, with her master holding
both of her pig tails. The familiarity of the act she is being
called to perform makes her almost wistful for the General she left
in the future. She unthinkingly opens her mouth as her head is
pulled forward.

The
teen is slightly surprised, pleasantly, as he sees his bitch happily
submit to this sudden deprivation.

&*&

John
startles awake from one of the most vivid, and erotic, dreams of his
life. He is mildly surprised at the feel of warm, naked flesh
against him. He looks over to find Cameron is naked as a jaybird and
nestled up against him with a particular smile on her face. He then
notices a very pleasant feeling emanating from his crotch. Looking
down, he sees the cyborg’s fist slowly working up and down on
his cock, her hand covered in his seed.

The
female says, “Good morning Master.” She continues to
stroke his shaft, “Did you have a nice dream?”

“Yes
I did my dear. Would you like to hear about it?” When she
nods her head, he describes in vivid, lurid detail while at the same
time receiving a very skillful hand job. By the time he's finished
with his tale, he can't help but notice the, for a cyborg, highly
glossy look on her face, “Would you enjoy me doing that for
real my little slut?”

Cameron's
voice is almost detached as she says, “Yes I would Master.”

The
teen grins as he reaches over and gently cups the back of the females
head. He gently, but firmly, guides her face down to his crotch. He
sighs as his bitch takes the tip of his cock into her mouth. He
pushes her head down slowly, “I want to be buried in your
throat.”

The
cyborg loosens the musculature that controls her throat.

The
young man's grin widens slightly as he feels the slut's nose press
into his flesh.

The
Terminator uses her audio generator to produce ultra-low frequency
sonic vibrations to massage her master's manhood while reaching down
and tenderly massage her master’s balls.

John
relaxes into the sensations as he approaches his second climax of the
early morning. Just before bliss overtakes him, he thinks to
himself, “It's good to be the master.”

&*&

Sarah
grins openly as she's joined in the kitchen by the other two
residents of the house. “Morning General,” she says as
her son sits down, “have a nice morning workout?” As his
cheeks redden slightly, “Need I remind you the walls here are
somewhat thin and my hearing is still pretty damned good?”

John
resolutely forces his blush down and makes himself look his mother in
the face, “Did you enjoy the show?”

The
human females expression is outright lascivious, “Yes I did,
thank you. So, what do you have planned for today honey?”

“School
and back here to decipher more files. You?”

“I'm
going back to pressing my sources, see if there's anyone new on the
forefront of technology that would be needed for Skynet.”

&*&

The
sun is just rising over Central LA as Crystal Weaver meets in her
office with a tall man, very broad, with an oddly expressionless
face. She is wearing a knee-length skirt and a jacket of bright red.
She nods to him, “So, how are things progressing Mathew?”

“Things
are proceeding as planned ma'am. We have established a covert
security perimeter around Andy Goode using T-888's that we have
managed to secure after they had completed their pre-assigned tasks.
There does not appear to be any undue interests in him, but it would
be incautious to assume the Resistance would not send a team back to
terminate him before he can complete the initial stages of his
creation.”

The
redhead says, “Need I remind you that our orders from our
mistress are that he is not to be harmed? Not even after he
completes his project.”

“No
ma'am.”

“Good,”
she says as she pulls her skirt up, revealing a naked crotch. “Then
crawl over here and lick me out.”

Without
hesitation, the Terminator obeys his mistress’s command.

&*&

John
sighs as he heads toward Jessica's office. Today had been, at best,
highly odd. He'd caught Destiny watching him throughout the day, but
she'd made absolutely no efforts to talk to him. He nods to the
front secretary as he heads into the office. He nods to the VP and
says, “Ma'am,” before closing the door.

The
redhead had been leaning against the front of her desk. Today she is
wearing a conservatively cut black skirt-suit. As soon as the door
is closed and sure no one can look in, she drops to her knees. “Good
afternoon Master.”

The
teen has a wide smirk on his face as he sits down in his customary
chair, “Not that I mind, but what brought on the dramatic
greeting?”

“Your
humble slave wished to greet her master in a fitting manner, given
the circumstances.”

The
future general grins as he unzips his backpack. “Well my
little slut, I have a task for you today.” He pulls out a pair
of nipple clamps, “Undo your shirt and put these on.”

The
Vice Principle eyes the door to her office warily as she unbuttons
her top, her face beet red in embarrassment.

John's
grin is decidedly lascivious as he sees the white, lacy bra his slave
is wearing today. Fortunately, it has a front clasp so it can be
opened without undue acrobatics.

The
redhead bites her lip slightly as she snaps the first clamp on. It's
tight, and slightly painful, but not so much to prevent long term
wear, within reason.

The
teen grins widely, as he says, “Good, now do-up your top.”
As Jessica is buttoning up, he says, “Now, your assignment for
the day is somewhat simple. Every hour, you are to toy with your
nipples for between two and five minutes, without climaxing. I will
have a homework assignment for you before I leave for the day,
understand slave?”

“I
understand Master.”

“Good,”
the young man says as his demeanor changes, “do you have any
particular tasks for me today Vice Principle?”

The
redhead is startled at the sudden change of topic, but instantly
realizes that by using her title, her Master is addressing her as the
school VP and not his bitch. “Yes I do actually John,”
she says as she comes to her feet, mindful of her sore tits.
“There's over a week’s worth of back filing that needs to
be done.”

The
future general scowls as he nods, more scut work. Menial work, but
still appropriate for a sixteen-year-old high school student.
“Alright Ms. Phelps, I'll talk with you about ten minutes
before school lets out if that is acceptable.”

“Completely
Mr. Kemph.” The afternoon passes slowly for the woman as she
faithfully obeys her orders, despite the fact that her nips are
killing her. By the time school has almost reached its end, she is a
wreck of hormones, having forced herself to not climax no less than
three times.

John
sits in his normal chair regally as his slave kneels at his feet,
“Have you done as I instructed you to?”

“Yes
Master, I have not orgasmed despite the playing with my nipples.”

“Good,
now, are you ready for your homework?”

The
redhead bows her head, “I am.”

“Good.
Now, you are to leave your clamps on for the duration of this
assignment. When you get to your car, and not before, you are to
remove your shirt and bra. Lay them on the passenger seat in plain
sight. You are also to remove your panties and stuff them into your
mouth at this point. Understood?” He smiles at her mute nod,
“Excellent. When you get home, you are to strip naked, not
exactly a great effort I would imagine,” he says enjoying the
reddening of her face. “Then, you are to crawl up to your
bedroom on your hands and knees like a good little bitch.” He
frowns for a moment, “Tell me do you have a dildo or a
vibrator?”

“Yes
Master, a decently sized vibrator, though smaller than your
impressive equipment.”

The
young man smirks slightly at the praise, “Good. When you get
to your bedroom, you are to retrieve your vibrator, without rising
from your knees if possible, and only for as long as is absolutely
required if not! Then you are to climb onto your bed, and position
yourself so that your ass is pointing straight towards the open door.
You are then to masturbate anally. You are not to use any other
form of stimulation except for your mind. Am I clear?” Once
more his slave nods her head, “Good. Now, once you have
brought yourself off no less than three times in this manner, you are
to remove the vibrator and suck on it while you masturbate normally.
You must climax at least once. After that, your assignment is
complete. Am I clear?”

Jessica
shudders as a mini-orgasm courses through her body. “Perfectly
Master.”

John
nods as he comes to his feet, “Then I shall see you tomorrow.”

A/N:
Until next time.
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