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Terminator: The John Connor Chronicles	By : oldwolf Category: S through Z > Terminator: The Sarah Connor Chronicles Views: 35494 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Monday
morning, just as he should be setting down with his 'sister' to eat,
John Connor, known in this school as John Kemph, is knocking on the
door to the office of Vice Principal Jessica Phelps.

An
alto voice says, “Come in.”

The
teen slowly enters the room, ready to bolt if there is, literally,
any indication that this woman is more or less than what she seems.
He is eminently grateful that Cameron is only two corners away. He
scans the room as he enters it. He finds only a single woman in the
office. Two windows opposite the door are the only other entrances
available. He slowly takes the woman in.

She
is a redhead roughly his height give or take a quarter of an inch,
with long legs that disappear into a blue, conservative skirt. Her
coat is of the same color frames her chest while her starched white
button up does nothing to give the young man any clue as to her cup
size.

The
Vice Principal smirks internally as she sees the youth's assessment
of her. To her surprise though, he doesn't seem dumbstruck by her
looks as most young men of his age, and older, generally are. “Come
in Mr. Kemph, and please have a seat.” She is once more
surprise as he 'cuts the pie' into the room as professionally as any
member of LA SWAT. She can see that his eyes never stop moving, even
as he takes the seat indicated while she leans against the front of
her desk.

The
young Connor eyes the woman warily, “Can I help you with
something ma'am?”

Jessica
finds herself impressed despite herself. The young man before her is
able to ignore her charms and is apparently cool as a cucumber
despite having a pair of days to fret. “Mister Kemph, I will
come straight to the point as I'm sure you have better things to be
doing. I have heard about your altercation with Mr. Barnes last
Friday. I cannot say I approve but as no complaints were filed and
he was the aggressor, no further action will be taken.” She
sighs as the impassive teens utter lack of response. “Mister
Kemph, John, I will be blunt here. I do not approve of violence in
general but unlike so many others, I realize it has its place. I
will simply ask you not to instigate any further altercations.”

The
future general just snorts, “Ma'am, I am just looking to make
it through the day with minimal trouble. I try to avoid trouble when
I can.”

The
redhead nods in understanding, “Well, I commend your attitude.
Now, just to get those goombahs to to leave you in peace. If they
insist on causing you trouble John, in school or out, let me know and
they will be... dealt with. The Varsity Rugby coach is going to have
a word with that pack of gorillas and make sure they understand not
to touch you. However, you're a Freshman, they're seniors. You
manhandled one of the toughest guys in this school and made it look
easy. He's going to be looking for payback.”

The
young man merely shrugs his shoulders, “If he does, he'll find
all the trouble he can handle and more.”

The
VP gives her student a sultry smile as she says, “Well Mr.
Kemph, should you need anything, anything at all, please feel free to
come see me.”

The
youngest Connor quickly quits the room, wondering what was up with
the heat in the older woman's smile.

Jessica
Phelps watches the retreating butt of the youth until he is out of
her office before circling around behind her desk. She drops into
her chair as she admits to herself that John Kemph is going to be
making a regular appearance in her favorite fantasy of rewarding
'David' after his encounter with Goliath. She quickly forces herself
to derail that train of thought lest she need to change her panties.

*&*

That
afternoon, a group of teachers has assembled in the office of Vice
Principal Phelps. All of the educators present have John Kemph in
their class except for Coach Roberts.

The
redheaded woman is leaning against the front of her desk as she says,
“Alright, you all know why you are here. Bill, you've dealt
with Mr. Kemph outside of official circumstances. Care to give your
thoughts?”

The
JV Rugby coach sighs, “Let me start out by saying that kid is
dangerous. When I went to see him at his home Saturday, he didn't
quite greet me with gun in hand, but I wouldn't be too surprised if
that sister of his was armed and just didn't show it. Also, from
what I've learned while talking to some of the students who saw the
altercation between John and Davis, the kid has military training.
Aside from that, he's quieter, more respectful, and all around more
reserved than any other teenager I have ever seen.”

The
VP nods her head, “Thanks Bill. Sarah, thoughts?”

John's
computers teacher frowns, “He's holding back. Ten years ago,
he'd have been bleeding edge. He's still exceptionally good and
scarily adaptive. His grades are at the upper-C range at this point.
However, if he applied himself, he could probably end up teaching
*me* some tricks. In point of fact, I'm fairly sure he *is* well
above the average. You know we write off a certain amount of
inappropriate web browsing as just teens being curious. Well, either
Mr. Kemph is pointedly incurious or he's figured out how to get to
the server side records. Which for remote access would mean
Administrator access.”

As
the other teachers chime in, it's more of the same until Jessica
says, “Alright, so we have a student who is deliberately
holding back for reasons unknown, who is quite possibly one of the
three most dangerous individuals in this school, and has an almost
unnatural relationship with computers. Does that about sum it up?”
Seeing nods all the way around, she continues, “Does anyone
have any thoughts on what is going on with him?”

The
coach sums it up, “All we can do is watch, wait, and hope he
decides to confide in us.”

*&*

John
Connor sighs as he looks at the three jocks standing across the
hallway. He carefully holds his backpack in his right arm. The
goons only have a few minutes before they should be getting ready for
rugby practice, but they'd come looking for him instead. Leading the
small group is the gorilla whose ass John had kicked previously.
When the gorilla cracks his knuckles, the future general sighs again,
“I don't suppose there's a way out of this without violence?”

The
student body has cleared a mini-arena for the two combatants so Davis
can advance, thumping his fist into his hand.

The
more slightly built one sighs again, “Guess not.” With
that, he throws his pack right to his opponent.

The
jock catches the thrown object, caught off guard by the surprise.
Suddenly, his world explodes in pain.

John
brings his foot down from the kick he'd just delivered to the boy's
balls. He reaches up and grabs the back of his opponent’s neck
in his right hand while grabbing his tricep with the other. The
future general takes two steps backwards to give himself some
momentum before he twists his upper body.

The
assembled students wince as the crown of the center's head is driven
into the steel front of the lockers with bone jarring force.

*&*

Bill
Roberts feels a sense of dread as he comes upon the group of students
blocking the hall mere moments before the sound of something, or more
appropriately someone, hitting a locker sounds through the hallway.
The coach doesn't even try using his voice to clear a path, he simply
begins employing his elbows to get to the front of the mass of
humanity in record time. There he finds the subject of the meeting
he'd just left standing over the prone, and apparently unconscious,
form of the schools star rugby center. Seeing two fellow rugby
players standing just inside the circle in a state of shock. He
points to the pair and says, “Take Davis to the trainer. Find
out if he needs to go to the hospital. Kemph, come with me.”

John
sighs and grabs his bag before he follows the educator through the
group and straight to the office of Vice Principal Phelps.

“Vice
Principal, we have a problem,” the older of the men says as he
steps through the door.

The
redhead looks up from her paperwork and winces, “Let me guess,
a fight with Davis?” Seeing the teen nod she says, “Alright,
come in Mr. Kemph and close the door. You are dismissed Coach
Roberts.”

Bill
nods his head and exits the office, heading for the trainers office.

Jessica
sighs, “Alright John, sit down and tell me what happened?”

The
young man is slightly surprised at the pleasantness of the woman's
tone as he takes the proffered seat. “I was at my locker after
class waiting for my sister to show up. I suddenly found myself
alone in an area about seven, eight feet wide. I looked around and
directly behind me were three gorillas, Davis and two others I don't
know. I tried to talk my way out of the fight. Well, I tried as
much as was required. I knew he wasn't going to let this go.
Anyways, after it was clear the only way for the matter to end was
physically, I kicked him in the nuts and drove his head into the
locker to knock him out. Succeeded too. About then the coach showed
up and here I am.”

The
redhead has a look of consternation on her face as she nods her head,
“I hate being right. I figured that would be the basic
outline. Alright, as Vice Principal of this school I cannot condone
fighting. However, you have the basic right to self-defense. Unless
something markedly surprising comes to my attention, you won't face
any disciplinary action. However, you do have the right to initiate
it against Mr. Davis for his unprovoked attack upon your personage.”

The
teen takes several seconds to think, “I don't think so. The
hurt I already put on him should be enough to dissuade him from
future idiocy.”

The
woman nods, “As you wish John. Try to avoid any more trouble,
please.”

*&*

Sarah
Connor takes a deep breath as she steps out onto the open air range,
the smell of gun smoke relaxing her. She goes over to one of the
picnic tables set up and sets the case she's carrying on it. She
unlocks it and pulls out the disassembled AR-15 that she'd managed,
finally, to purchase. As she is putting the weapon together, she
hears a woman's voice behind her.

“Jessica
Parks, is that you?”

The
brunette turns around to see a slightly built Asian walking towards
her. She smiles and says, “Sun Yi, it's good to see you.”

The
two women embrace before the smaller one says, “Actually, it's
Roberts now. I actually found a nice guy who could put up with me.
Round eyed guy at that.” She looks her old friend over, “God,
I haven't seen you in over fifteen years. You don't look much
different than when last I saw you.”

Sarah
smiles mysteriously and says, “What can I say, the last ten
years seemed to fly by in a moment.”

The
ladies sit down before Sun says, “So, what are you up to these
days, still working security?”

The
female Connor shakes her head, “Nope, mostly private
investigation anymore. Pay's less reliable, but I make my own hours
so it balances out. How about you?”

“Still
working at Uncles shop in Korea Town. He kept it going and is still
thriving even after the King Riots and Nine-Eleven. Fortunately, the
mistrust from both of those landed on someone besides the Asian
community. We've already had our turn as the country's whipping
people.”

Sarah
snorts, “That old goat will die in his shop Sun. So, any
kids?”

“None
yet. I keep hoping though. Bill, my husband, is a good man, but he
saw some very intense action. All he can say is that it changed him.
He can go for over a month with not so much as an intimate caress
and then out of no where go on a three day sex marathon.”

“Does
he know about your.... proclivities?”

The
Korean woman snorts, “Yes, he's a good master to me.”
Her gaze turns smoky though as she says, “However, I've not had
feelings for a woman since you left.”

Sarah
arches an eyebrow, “I thought you were happily married.”

“I
am. However, early on Bill told me about his cold spells and said
that I could enjoy a bit of fun every so often so long as I got his
permission beforehand. He understands a woman has needs too. So,
should I see about getting his permission Mistress Jessica?”

The
woman frowns for a bit, “How about you give me your phone
number and I think about it. I'm in the middle of a case right now
but you never know when you might get a break or need an outlet.
I'll give you a call in two or three days.”

With
the relevant information exchanged, the two women part ways.

*&*

In
an abandoned warehouse somewhere on the outskirts of LA, a lone man
is sitting in front of a computer running a search on shipments of
Coltan, the primary alloy needed for construction of Terminators.

*&*

Sarah
frowns at the scowl on the face of her son as he and Cameron return
home from school, “What's the matter honey?”

The
young man growls out, “Nothing. Had another go round with the
gorillas just after school let out. Just have a bit of mad that
refuses to go away.”

The
human woman smiles slightly before saying, “Then take your
slave and work your anger out on her.”

Before
John can speak up, the female cyborg voices her opinion, “It
would be appropriate master. It is something I am rather accustomed
to.”

Sarah
chuckles slightly, “Dinner will be ready in about an hour
John.” She laughs for a second before she says, “With a
human woman, I'd see about getting a pad for your chair.

Cameron
replies, “It would be most welcomed.”

The
young man nods, “Alright then. Bitch, follow me.” He
then leads the way into his room. He looks at his robotic bodyguard
who is currently dressed in a tank top and mini-skirt. He schools
his face into a hard mask and says, “Bitch, take off your skirt
and panties.”

The
cyborg has her head bent submissively as she undoes the skirt,
letting it drop to a pool on the floor. She then hooks her thumbs
under the waist band of burnt orange cotton panties, stripping them
from her body. She folds her hands in front of her as she waits for
her master's next order.

John
allows his angers to over take him as he barks, “Bend over the
end of the bed!” He feels a heady rush of power as the female
brunette obeys his command. He stands behind her, his gaze locked on
her luscious, exposed ass as lust creeps into his system. With a
growl, he raises his arm to even with his shoulder before bringing it
down on the girls butt hard. Again and again he strikes the willing
flesh until he feels the last of anger give way to pure lust.

The
Terminators crotch is soaked in her own juices from the three
climaxes she'd had while her master vented his frustration. She
hears him growl low in his throat a moment before he grabs a handful
of her hair. She finds herself swung around and forced to her knees
as her master releases his cock from its confinement.

The
young man snarls out, “Open Bitch,” as he points his
erection towards the kneeling female’s mouth, which opens upon
his command. He pulls her head forward until just the tip is
sheathed in her oral cavity. He then fills both of his hands with
her tresses in lieu of actually grabbing her head and then slams his
hips forward while pulling her towards him. The future general fucks
Cameron's face with long, hard stroke, reveling in the waves of
arousal that come with his show of control over the bitch. As he
looks down and sees her looking up at him, her eyes filled with
adoration he can tell he's about to lose it. He pulls her head off
of his spike and holds it a scant few inches from the crown as he
releases his seed directly onto her face, liberally coating it with
his semen. He is panting as he says, “Are you wet Bitch?”

“Yes
Master.”

“Good.
Wipe your cunt clean with your panties, but don't put them back on
when you dress.”

A
minute later Cameron has her panties in her hand and her skirt back
on. As she goes to wipe her face off, she is stopped by her master's
voice.

“Leave
it in place until I tell you otherwise Bitch. Now come one Cameron,
food should be ready.”

The
two teens find Sarah setting the table for supper.

The
woman smiles at her son and pulls something out of her pocket which
she hands to him. “Honey, please use this on her next time.
She's quite a screamer, which can be distracting for an old woman
like me.”

A/N:
Until next time.
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