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John
Connor sighs in aggravation. This is his second week at this high
school and he's already bored out of his mind. He puts the finishing
touches on his calculus homework, making sure there's enough mistakes
to ensure a solid C or low B. He sighs again as he puts the material
into his backpack, wishing that, just once, his mother would let him
'show off' enough to allow him to test out of these mind numbingly
boring classes. He smiles slightly, without realizing it, as the
other subject on his mind enters the room.

Cameron
Phelps, the Terminator send back in time to protect the savior of
mankind, says without preamble, “We have a problem. Follow
me.” She leads the two Connors into her room which has a
television set hooked up to a DVD player. “I downloaded this
news clip form a news website. Please pay particular attention to
the bottom corner of the screen.”

The
clip starts, showing the electronic light show associated with the
temporal displacement machine. The young man idly notes that either
the person making the video or the newsroom editor has restricted the
video of Sarah and Cameron to just below the shoulder when they turn
to face the camera. He scowls at the silver object that can be seen
on the ground when the three naked individuals sprint off.

The
elder Connor looks shocked for a moment before saying, “Is
that...”

“Yes,
it is. Cromartie's head. If the head is here, then the body will
also have survived. Even as we speak, the body will be answering the
homing signal. There is a Terminator in the here and now whose sole
objective is the death of John Connor.”

Sarah's
response is suitably profane for the next minute before she winds
down, “Alright, where does that leave us?”

The
cyborg replies, “Standard lead slugs are next to useless
against the combat chassis of a T-888. Armor piercing, explosive,
and incendiary ammunition will be our only hope of defeating it with
current weaponry.”

The
human woman nods her head, “Alright, all we have are slugs as
is. I should still have a few contacts I can press providing I can
come up with the money. John?”

The
teenager sighs as he runs his hand through his hair, “Give me a
computer and a few weeks to practice and I will be good. However,
computers have gotten a lot more powerful since we left.”

Sarah
nods her head reluctantly, “And if you get detected, it would
bring in the FBI.” She sighs, “However, we need that
ammo sooner than a few weeks. Thoughts?”

Cameron
says, “How much money would we need?”

“A
lot. This type of stuff is not easy to come by and black marketers
always add a good amount to the price.”

The
cyborg says, “See what you can do to set up the meeting. If
nothing else, it will provide us with how much money we will need and
when.”

Sarah
just nods her head.

*&*

Later
that night, John Connor is laying on his back on his bed, almost
completely naked. He has a pair of Cameron's panties in his hand
stroking his erect cock. His eyes are closed as he watches the show
unfolding before his minds eye.

John
is riding Cameron missionary style. Her legs are up over his
shoulders as he pounds away at her pussy. His hands are roughly
massaging her breasts, the soft flesh warm in his hands.

Both the Connor's in the real world and the one in the
fantasy are close to climaxing when the mental scene shifts.

Cameron
is suddenly bent over in front of John with her hair in a ponytail
that he's pulling hard to provide more leverage as he thrusts hard
into her asshole.

The teen can't stifle his groan as he shoots off into
the garment, soaking the crotch in his cum. He carefully places the
panties on his nightstand as he considers how powerful that
particular orgasm was. He makes a note to himself to make sure
Cameron is wearing this pair of panties tomorrow as he falls asleep,
his mind still confused, and his dreams haunted by the butt of a
certain Terminator.

*&*

Friday night has come and Sarah is looking at her
offspring irritably. “John, how many times do I need to tell
you, I can handle this on my own.”

The
teen however refuses to back down, “Mom, listen to me. You
matter as much to me as I do to you. You yourself said this is a guy
you've never dealt with before. You don't know for certain this
isn't a setup where one of the guy's in going to be a Terminator. I
know we haven't dealt with any yet, but that doesn't mean we won't
ever and this sort of thing should be on their 'To Watch' list.”
He sighs, “Look, I'm not even asking to go. Hell, I'm willing
to stay here all night and make like a good boy, if
you take Cameron with you. We can get her dolled up to make sure any
guards are properly distracted just in case and you can still make it
there in plenty of time.”

The human woman sighs heavily, “John, you are
fighting dirty, especially with that opening shot. Alright, get her
ready fast.” She watches her son lead the cyborg into her room
and shakes her head. She's glad he's starting to think independently
and that he can argue effectively. Still, having to concede a point
to him is a bit of a stretch for her. Sarah can't contain her
whistle when the two emerge from the room.

Cameron is currently dressed, if such a word can be
applied to her current getup, in low-heel shoes, a bright red crop
top, and black hot pants.

Sarah shakes her head at the pleasant glow surrounding
the cyborg and the smirk adorning he son's face. She forces herself
to sound stern as she grabs the suitcase with what money they'd been
able to acquire and says, “Come on.”

*&*

Several hours later John Connor is sitting on the couch,
reading the latest book he'd borrowed on data security when he hears
the door open without warning. He instantly drops the book and grabs
up the shotgun he keeps close to hand when the others are out. He is
just getting to his feet as he sees a familiar face come through the
door, limping slightly. “Mom, are you alright.”

Sarah nods her head and winces as she carries the same
suitcase back into the house, “Yeah honey, we're fine.
However, I owe you one, majorly. It was a setup; hook, line and
sinker. If it hadn't been for the Tin Miss here, I would be on my
way to somewhere.” She shakes her head as her son opens his
mouth, “No, there were no Terminators, just regular humans.”

Cameron walks into the house with a large duffel bag
over her shoulder, several black spots are visible on her chest. She
drops the bag onto the kitchen table before turning her attention to
the two humans, “Where is the medical equipment, I need to get
these slugs out of me.”

The
young man gets his exhausted mother situated before he helps the
Terminator extract the foreign metal from her endoskeleton. Finally,
he says, “So, I take it you got the ammo despite the problems?”

His mother says, “Yeah, that would be the bag.
Was your night productive?”

The young man snorts, “Educational at least.
Fortunately, it was markedly uninteresting. I'll spare you the
details, I know you're not much of a techie.”

The woman smiles, “Sorry honey, but I grew up when
a single computer would fill this house and be nothing more than a
pale shadow of modern hardware.”

He just smiles, “It's not a problem mom. It's
nice knowing at least one thing better than you do.”

Sarah can't contain her chuckle at her son's honesty,
“Alright, I need to recover a bit. The fight was a lot more
intense than I would have liked.”

John nods his head in understanding and goes back to his
pleasure studying while the female cyborg shuts down most of her
systems for her self-repair and regeneration systems to go to work.

As the ten o'clock hour rolls around Sarah finds herself
laying on her bed, trying to sleep. And failing miserably. She
sighs as she hears the other two residents of the house moving around
despite the late hour. With a grimace she climbs out of bed and
slips on a bathrobe. She knows there's only one way she's going to
get any sleep tonight. She can't help her smile as she walks into
the main area of the house.

The young man of the house is in the kitchen in the
process of making himself a very large sandwich.

Shaking her head, the human woman walks over to where
Cameron is sitting and says, “Bitch, come with me.”

The Terminator looks at the other woman and says
quietly, “Do you wish to use me for sex tonight?” When
she receives a nod in return she says, “Then I cannot. My
master ordered me not to engage in sexual activities with anyone
besides himself without explicit orders.”

Sarah sighs as she considers her rather limited options.
Finally she straightens her shoulders and almost marches over to
where her son is.

The male Connor is just getting ready to bite into his
sandwich when he sees his mother approaching. As he takes in her
bearing he says, “Can I help you mom?”

The woman's voice is hard and formal as she says, “John,
may I borrow your slave for tonight?”

The future general nods his head in understanding. He
looks around his mother and says, “Bitch, get your ass over
here.” He can't resist a smile at how quickly she moves to
obey him. She is kneeling at his feet in less than three seconds.
“Bitch, go with your mistress and do as she commands you to
this eve.” He watches the women leave the room. He'd seen the
same reaction in some of the guerrilla's when he'd been in their
camps in South America after an intense fight. He shakes his head
and retreats to his room to put as many walls between him and the
sounds soon to be coming from his mothers room shortly.

*&*

Sarah
leads Cameron into her own bedroom. The human woman removes her
bathrobe, revealing she is wearing nothing underneath. She says,
“Please remove your clothes.”

The
cyborgs curiosity is piqued as she removes her top and then her
bottoms, leaving her naked.

The
human woman sighs as she says, “Tonight I am in need of a
different form of service.” She straightens up and schools her
face into a stern expression. “Tonight I screwed up by not
planning properly. If it weren't for the forethought and paranoia, I
would be a prisoner of someone unpleasant. My son, your master, and
the sole hope of the future would have been in great risk when he set
about freeing me. For this, I feel the need for absolution. For
that reason I wish for you to give me a paddling.”

Cameron
looks at her mistress in surprise before saying, “Very well,
how do we work this out?”

Sarah
sighs, “This session is mostly yours. You are to give me
twenty firm swats with the paddle. After that, I am yours for the
rest of the session.”

The
cyborg nods her head, “I take it I am free to make some
alterations to this?”

“Within
reason, yes.”

The
female Terminator says, “Then bend over the end of the bed and
close your eyes while I make preparations.”

The
woman is so shocked by the order she obeys it without thinking.

Cameron
quickly fetches the box with the toys she had helped buy previously.

The
first item to come out is a simple piece of black cloth.

The
human female moans slightly as her vision is cut off abruptly. She
shudders slightly at the sense of losing control of the situation as
she hears rustling behind her. Without warning, an object is pressed
to her lips, which she part on instinct.

The
cyborg finishes setting the o-ring gag in Sarah's mouth and buckling
it. She then pulls the last item for tonight out of the box and a
small bottle. She slips into the harness for the strap-on dildo,
making sure the base of the double dildo is seated in her own pussy
before liberally coating the other end with lube. The female
Terminator removes the paddle from the box before she moves behind
the bend over human. She raises her arm without warning and brings
the paddle down on the woman's right butt cheek. She sets a slow but
steady rhythm alternating which cheek she strike.

Sarah
has tears running down her face from the pain while the juices from
her pussy are running down the inside of her thighs in rivers. She
is more than a little surprised when a pair of hands parts the globes
of her bottom. She tries to relax but it's been too many years since
she took someone there for her to make much progress.

Cameron
nods to herself expressionlessly as she slowly pushes into the
woman's asshole. Her master might prefer to be more brutal with her
but she knows the humans body could not take that sort of punishment.

The
woman shudders in a mini-climax as she feels warm flesh press into
her abused buttocks. Her head swims as the other female begins
stroking in and out of her.

The
cyborg moves at a measured pace. Measured exactly to bring her to a
mind shattering climax.

Sarah
growls in frustration as much as she can. The Terminator's movements
have her steadily suspended just at the brink of climax.

Cameron
suddenly speeds up her thrusts as she reaches under the other woman
and flicks her clit none too gently.

Conscious thought deserts both women as their orgasms
tear through their bodies.

A/N: Until next time.
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