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A/N: Warning!� Chapter deals with highly disturbing
elements.� You have been warned!

Later that same day, John sighs
as he walks through the door to his current abode, �Hey Mom, you home?�

Sarah sticks her head out of her
bedroom, �Hi Honey.� How was school?�

The teen gives his mother a
strange look before answering as she ducks back into her room. �Interesting, if
nothing else.� I think we may have
problems, not sure though.�

The human woman comes into the
living room wearing a muscle shirt and a pair of denim cut-offs as Cameron
closes the door.� �What's up?�

�I'm not sure, but I think
Destiny's got something planned.�

The mother sits down and waves
for her son to do likewise, which he does, and his slave kneels beside his
chair.� �Why don't you tell me in detail
what's going on?�

The teen frowns in
concentration, his right hand unconsciously running through the cyborg's
hair.� �Part of the problem is that
there's nothing concrete I can point to, just odd circumstances.� She made no attempt to pigeonhole me today,
which is odd in the extreme.� I also
caught her watching me discreetly at several points.� I can't pin it down precisely, but something
about this mess has me... edgy.�

Sarah nods slowly; her son has
the instincts of a well trained soldier.�
If he's edgy, then odds are there's something to this. But what?

As the question hangs in the
air, there comes a set of knocks on the front door.

The humans immediately reach for
weapons while the Terminator cautiously approaches the door.

The Tin Miss carefully opens the
door and barely manages to avoid slamming it into their guests face, though it
shows not at all upon hers.� �Good
afternoon Ms. Colder, how may I help you?�

Destiny smiles, �Hi Cameron, I
need to speak with John.� May I come in?�

The cyborg reluctantly opens the
door enough to allow the teenage female to enter.

The blonde cheerleader is not
surprised in the least to see both John and the woman who is most likely his
mother holstering pistols.� �Hello John,�
she says, much more soberly than she normally does.

The future general eyes his
general annoyance, �Hello, Destiny.�

The young woman swallows
nervously, �Can we talk in private John?�

For some reason the young man
says, �I'd rather talk out here," and waves to the chair he normally
takes. �Care to have a seat?�

The visitor takes the indicated
seat with manifest reluctance.

The Connors sit down opposite
their guest along with Cameron.

The blonde exchanges fearful
looks with her hosts for several seconds before she closes her eyes and steels
her nerves.� �John, as you know, I've
been pursuing you for over a week now.�
My reputation aside, I've been doing so for more than just for another
notch on my bedpost,� she says resolutely ignoring the other females in the
room.� �Put bluntly, I need help and you
are the single most dangerous person I know personally that I think I can
trust.��

Destiny takes a deep breath and
says in a rush, �I need to get free of my old man.� He's sick and cruel and evil.�� She seems to deflate, �My mom died when I was
eight and he started fucking me shortly after my menses started.� He said that if I was bleeding already, I
must have already gotten dicked.� I was
twelve when he took me to his bed for the first time, it was far from the
last.�� The young woman shudders in
revulsion and has a far away look on her face, �There's little he's not done to
me over the years.� The reason I sleep
around so much is that he likes to think of me as a slut, lets him fuck me with
a clean conscious I suppose, and he reacts violently when I don't conform to
his views.� Last summer I tried
leaving.� He found me within two days and
effectively dragged me back to his trailer, where he beat me and fucked me
raw.� Bastard didn't even bother with
lube when he butt-fucked me.� I didn't
sit or walk comfortably for a week afterwards.�
He wanted to convince me never to run away again, and he succeeded.� Before I try to leave again, I want to make
sure he is dealt with.�

The future general clears his
throat, plainly uncomfortable at the facts being laid before him. �So, what do
you think I can do?�

Destiny looks John square in the
eye and her voice is dead level, �I want you to kill him.� Leaving him alone or even hurt will merely
prolong this whole endeavor.� Only
permanently removing him will allow us to have any peace whatsoever.�

Sarah clears her throat this
time, �What do you mean by us?�

The young woman shifts her
emotionless gaze to the older woman.�
�Ma'am, I would not think of asking your son to commit such an act
without offering him a payment.�� She
turns her attention back to the future general, �In exchange for you killing my
father, I will be your complete, utter, and willing slave for so long as you
wish.� Any sexual act with anyone,
anywhere you wish.� I don't much go in
for breath play, nor am I too fond of outright scat, but if you command I will
still obey.�

John sighs. �Destiny, I need to
talk with my family for a bit.� Please
stay in that chair.�

The blonde nods, �Go ahead and
talk to your mother and your lover.�� She
chuckles mirthlessly when the entire group starts, �John, I've been watching
you for over a week now.� You and Cameron
look a little too different to be blood relations and you lack the casual
intimacy of long term house mates so she is unlikely to be a step or adopted
sister.� However, whenever she is
anywhere around, you know where she is.�
You keep at least one eye on her at all times and a few times the look
in your eye was less than brotherly.�

The human woman sighs, �Alright
John, let's the three of us talk in the kitchen area.�

The cheerleader quietly remains
seated while her hosts adjourn to across the room.

&*&

When the three are safely out of
earshot, John opens up before his mother can get a word in edgewise, �Cameron,
was she lying at all?�

The cyborg responds, �Her heart
beat and respiration are indicative of a human female in their late teens who
is under heavy emotional strain.�
However, her biorhythms never went into the variances of one who is
being deliberately less than truthful.� I
believe she is being honest.�

Sarah scowls at her son, �That's
not the point John.� This is a high risk
operation for precious little gain.�

The future general frowns, �I
don't think the gains would be so little, or the risk so high.�� As his mother opens her mouth, he holds his
hand up for her to wait, �Mom, I am going to need personal agents, especially
in the time leading up to Judgment Day.�
Now, yes, I have a few already in Maria and Jessica, but both of them
are already in their thirties.� By the
time Judgment Day arrives, I am going to be in need of new field agents.� Destiny could well be one of them.�

The Terminator says, �She was
not a member of the higher ranks of the Resistance previously.�

�Utterly irrelevant.� That was that time line, this is a different
one," John replied.

�Damn it, John,� the human woman
says, �think with your big head and not the little one.�

The teen draws himself up to his
full height, an inch or so taller than his mother. �Sarah, I am.� Yes, a part of my thinking is being
influenced by the fact that I am a sixteen year old, healthy male.� But for the most part, I am trying to be the
General you have spent my entire life trying to forge me into.�� He squares his shoulders and says, �Please
enumerate your objections, Commander Connor.�

The woman snaps to attention at
the brisk tone of her offspring.�
�General Connor, my concerns are as follows.� Item the first, I feel this operation
presents an unacceptable risk for what is at best a secondary objective.� Item the second, if her father is terminated
and she immediately moves in with you, as I assume is your plan, then it might
well draw unexpected attention.� Item the
third, I do not believe your thinking process is sufficiently clear to make
this decision.� Item the fourth, she has
no idea about who you are and what you are to do.� Those are my primary objections.�

John nods slowly. �I have
already explained my logic to deal with your first item.� Your third item is, I believe,
irrelevant.� Your second point, however,
has merit.� Still, I think it can be
overcome if we are in a public locale when the bastard shuffles off.� For your fourth point, we can always explain
to her what this involves, and offer her a chance to quit this whole endeavor
if she wishes.� I have one more point to
add on why we should do this.� It's the
right thing to do.� A bastard like this needs
to be taken out of circulation before Judgment Day arrives.�

Sarah barely suppresses her
scowl, �General, I would advise you not to pursue this course of action.� However, I will abide by your decision.�

The young man nods sagely, �Very
well, let us return to our guest.�

&*&

Destiny watches her hosts and
catches the odd wisp of conversation, which confuses her no end.� She breaths a sigh of relief as the group
heads back over to her.� One way or the
other, she'll know her destiny in a moment.

John sits down carefully and
says, �Destiny, we've reached a decision.�
But before I tell you it, we need to tell you a story.� This story is true.� It is the story of a future that was.�

Roughly an hour later, the
blonde is in a state of mild shock.� �You
mean that not only is Cameron not your sister, she's not even human?�� When the young man nods she says, �So, why
are you telling me all this?�

The future general says, �To
give you a chance to back out.� All three
of us have targets painted on our backs because of who we are and what we are
trying to do.� We know there
are other Terminators that have been sent back.�
So far, you are safe.� If you join
with us, eventually you will be found out and then they will start coming after
you.�

The cheerleader nods her head,
her expression dead serious, and says, �I appreciate the offer General Connor,
but even the lifelong risk of having a machine come after me is worth being
free of the sick fuck who is my father.�

Sarah speaks up with a confused
look, �What makes you think that John will be better?� After all, you are just trading one master
for another.�

The teenage female smirks,
�Several reasons.� First and foremost, he
won't be my father, so that's an automatic improvement.� Secondly, I know he's a decent guy.� He's not injured Davis yet, aside from a very
mild concussion and some nasty blows to the ego, despite having several
legitimate opportunities to.� If he were
a mean person, or not decent, he would have broken bones before now.� Finally, unlike my father, John has you and
Cameron to keep him in line.� If he
starts acting like too much of an asshole, I am fairly sure either one of you
will speak to him.� I believe you have
enough influence over him to prompt him to correct his behavior, or allow me to
leave if it gets too bad.�

Sarah snorts, �You better
believe it sister.�

The young man clears his throat,
�So mom, you are good with this?�

The woman scowls, �I won't say
I'm happy about it, but I will respect your decision on this one General.� Just don't prove my trust misplaced.�

�I'll try mom, I really
will.�� He turns his attention back to
his latest acquisition.� �All right,
Destiny, when is your father expecting you home?�

The blonde snorts in a very
unladylike fashion, �I told the bastard I was taking another trip down to
Mexico.� He knows not to expect me until
Sunday night at the earliest, Monday night more likely.� Why?�

�Because as of now, you are
staying here.�� He turns to the older
woman, �Mom, please get her situated in Cameron's room.� Cam and I have an errand to run this
eve.� Speaking of which,� he turns his
attention back to the cheerleader.� �Did
you think to bring a picture of your father?�

She smiles prettily as she lifts
her hips to pull a wallet out of her cut off shorts.� She pulls out a small picture of a man who
looks to be in his mid to late thirties, �This is the bastard.�

John nods his head, �And your
address?�

Destiny rattles off her address
before saying, �Why do you need it?�

�So I know where to send my
agent to take out the trash.�� He draws
himself up and says, �Tonight, you are in the custody of my mother.� She will get you settled in.�� He shifts his attention once more, �Mom, I
want you to see about getting a read on her physical conditioning and
training.� We can take her to the range
tomorrow for shooting if you deem it prudent.�

Sarah nods, glad to see her son
acting so decisively.� �Will do,
John.� There anything else before you
head out?�

The young man comes to his feet,
�Not right now.� Come along Cameron.�

&*&

The female Connor watches her
offspring depart a minute later to see his current agent.� She turns her attention to the young woman
left in her care, �Come on, let's get you introduced to your room for so long
as the General wishes.� She sees the teen gnaw at her lip, as if she wants to
ask a question but can't figure out how to phrase it.� �No, he's not likely going to be sleeping
with you tonight.� He wouldn't have told
me to put you in Cam's room if he did.��
She inclines her head towards the doorway, �Come on, let's get you
settled in for the night.� I think John
may be a while.�

&*&

Maria Lopez grins as she answers
the door, �Ah, John, what a pleasant surprise, won't you come in?�� After her master and his protection are
safely behind a closed door, she bows her head submissively and folds her hands
in front of her.

The future general walks
confidently into the main room and sits down in the comfortable chair that he
took last time while Cameron once more kneels at his feet.

The Hispanic woman sits down on
the couch across from the teen and says, �What can I do for you General?�

The young man pulls out the
small photo of Destiny's father and hands it to his assassin, �I need him dead,
preferably in a very messy manner.�

Maria takes the picture of the
unassuming man and represses a snarl as something about the subject makes her
skin crawl. �Might I ask what he has done to warrant a death sentence,
General?�

�Do you need to know?�

�No, I don't, I just wished
to.� However, from your response, I am
guessing this has less to do with his involvement with Skynet and more his
personality.�� She shrugs fatalistically,
�It matters not.� He will be dead before
Monday.� I will come see you when it is
done.�

John nods, �A correct
assessment.� Do you need any more
details?�

�Where can I find him?�

�His address is on the reverse.�

The human woman takes a moment
to confirm that informational tidbit before saying, �That's everything I need,
General.� I presume you will be ready with
my penance when the time comes?�

The teen nods sagely, �I will.�

Maria comes to her feet slowly,
respectfully, �Then I will get to my planning, General.�

The young man takes the
none-too-subtle hint and allows himself to be shown out.

Human and cyborg walk back to
their abode in silence.� As they enter,
John nods to Sarah, �Where's Destiny?�

�In bed already.� She was apparently quite drained from her
confessions from earlier.� I somehow
suspect she will be up rather early tomorrow.�
What do you have planned for her General?�

The young man sits down across
from his mother while the Terminator kneels down next to him.� His tone is carefully non-confrontational as
he says, �Why are you asking me?�

The woman smiles, �Relax, I know
you're trying to skip out on responsibility or pick a fight.� I'm asking because, first, you are her Master
and have full rights and responsibility over her; and secondly because you are
her General and she is your Agent.�

The future, and maybe current,
general nods slowly, �I was going to ask your opinion actually.� I want to make sure she's in sufficiently
good shape and trained to protect herself from other humans.� The boost to her self-confidence would be a
worthwhile point on its own without the added considerations of her being able
to deal with physical confrontations more easily.� Unfortunately, I also want to get her trained
in shooting.� I suspect that she will
have even less practice there, and that skill is more critical when dealing
with Terminators than being able to fight.�
Thoughts?�

Sarah frowns, �Hmm....� Both are valid points.� I suspect she is in better shape than you
might suspect.� Cheer leading is not a
sport that promotes laziness or lack of conditioning.� On the other hand, given the situation her
'father' is maintaining, I doubt she has even a basic foundation for
self-defense.� However, you raise a
particularly good point concerning Terminators.�
This is offset by the fact that she should always be, for the foreseeable
future, in either your company, or Cameron's, or both.� Having said that, I think we need to
introduce her to Isaac tomorrow morning.�

John winces at the name of the
street fighting instructor who had taught his mother, and him, how to
fight.� �I agree.� Maybe take her to the range Sunday if she's
in any shape for it.�

The woman winces as well,
remembering the highly brutal lessons her teacher had inflicted on her to
further her understanding of violence needed for street fighting.� She sees... something pass across the face of
her offspring and says, �How are you feeling honey?�

The teen frowns for a moment,
�Bitch, go to my room and stay there until called for.�

Sarah is surprised to see her
son clearing the decks for a potentially sensitive conversation.

When the two humans are alone,
the young man says, �I'm not sure, mom.��
He sighs as he leans back in the chair and wipes his hand over his
face.� �I feel both elated and disgusted.� Somehow, I feel powerful and revolted at the
same time.�

The woman smiles and comes to
her feet.� She bends over and grips the
back of her son's head, pulling it forward so she can kiss his forehead.� She grins as she sits back down, �Honey, I'm
actually quite happy that you are feeling this.�
What you're feeling is in response to your having surrendered a part of
your innocence.�� Seeing his confused
look, she shakes her head, �Honey, for the first time in your life, you have
coldly and deliberately ordered the extinguishment of another human beings
life.� I imagine you will likely be
facing the same jumble of emotions when you personally kill for the first
time.� Do you want my suggestion?�� When the teen nods, she grins lasciviously,
�I'd tell you to throw any and all plans you had for making your first time
special. �After something like this, you
need something to reaffirm that you're alive.�
The most common forms are food, booze, and sex.� The first two aren't exactly your style,
unless I'm sadly mistaken.�

The young man snorts, �You
aren't.�� He continues to frown while he
thinks for several seconds before he sighs, �You're probably right.� I think I will feel better after a round with
Cameron.�� He grins evilly, �I trust you
will keep yourself suitably... entertained tonight mom.�� He comes to his feet, �I'll see you in the
morning.�

The mother watches her son leave
the room, something in his demeanor already shifting, becoming harder
somehow.� Less like a young man and more
like the Savior of Mankind that he must be.

&*&

John is less surprised than he
would have expected to find Cameron kneeling on the floor of his room, already
naked, with her hair down to her shoulder blades and pulled back in a pony
tail.� He closes the door behind him and
strides forward, his steps as confident as he is nervous.

The Terminator is kneeling up,
with her arms crossed behind her back to push her chest out and her head bowed
submissively.

The teen bends down as she
prepares to kiss his feet.� He grabs her
by the ponytail and, somewhat gently, pulls her to her feet.� He roughly presses his lips to hers in a
deep, demanding kiss, the intensity of which surprises even him.� After a minute, he pulls back, and pulls her
hair to separate them.� His voice is
rough with passion as he says, �Get on your knees, on the bed.� I want your face pressed into the mattress,
Bitch.�

The cyborg's crotch is swamped
as she eagerly moves to obey her master's command.

The young man carefully removes
his clothes while he studies the mouth watering view Cameron's current position
allows.� He can see both her glistening
pussy and the brown pucker of her asshole.�
Once he is naked, he climbs onto the bed and knee walks to directly
behind her.� He takes a deep breath as he
gently grips his erect cock.� John gently
rubs it up and down her slit several times, getting it and his hand wet with
her juices.� Then, he presses the tip to
her nether lips.

Both human and Terminator moan
as John slowly penetrates Cameron.

The teen grits his teeth to
maintain his control as a hot, wet, velvety glove firmly grips his member.� Something deep within the youth suddenly
snaps without warning.� He abandons all
attempts to control his pace and slams his hips forward, relishing the rush of
power he feels.� He pulls back until just
the very crown of his staff is still in her cunt before slamming into her again
with almost bruising force.� John keeps
pounding at the bitch beneath him, ripping his pleasure from her body.� As he feels the walls around his cock
suddenly start to spasm, he feels his control give out.

The cyborg extremely content as
her master uses her as he will.� As his
fucking becomes particularly feverish, she ceases attempting to restrain her
own bliss.

The young man is panting heavily
as he comes down from his orgasm.� He
collapses to the side, and wraps his arms around Cameron to pull her back into
his chest.� With his arms wrapped around
her middle, he nestles his chin on top of her head and lets his exhaustion
claim him.

The Terminator feels her masters
softening prick slip from her pussy.�
After he is safely asleep, she maneuvers around so she is facing
him.� She buries her face in his chest
before powering down for her limited need for 'sleep'.

A/N: Until next time.
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