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Wednesday is for
John, if possible, even stranger than the day before. He gets no end
of knowing looks from guys and appraising ones from the girls. This
is in addition to the continuing efforts by the social upper crust to
have 'a few words' with him while he's trying to rush to class. He's
not surprised to find Evan inhabiting his normal corner at lunch.

The dark skinned
teen grins, “Heya John, surprised you're still willing to be
seen with a nobody like me.”

“Can
it Evan. You know what's up. Give.”

The other young
man laughs for a second, “Dude, after the way your girlfriend
marked her territory yesterday in front of Destiny, our head
cheerleader has gone on a blitzkrieg trying to demolish the
reputation of this unknown competitor. She's got her sights set on
you John, and I don't think she's going to be inclined to take 'no'
for an answer.”

The future general
frown, “Well, she's going to have to. I've already got a
girlfriend that I'm quite happy with.”

The Hispanic boy
just smiles as he shakes his head, “John, she's not going to be
willing to back off. She's determined to add your name to her list
of partners. The more you resist, the more determined she's going to
be bro. Best advice is to sit back and enjoy the ride.”

John's eyes
flicker as he catches motion in his peripheral vision. He nods
silently as Cameron sits down across from him.

The Terminator
returns the nod and continues to scan the room as she consumes the
substance purported as 'food' by the school.

*&*

Sarah swears to
herself as she walks out of the bar. She's been to every arms dealer
in LA whom she's willing to trust. None of them had C-4 available
for sale, and certainly not in the quantity she's going to need. She
climbs into her car and frowns. She knows the further she has to
travel for the materials, the greater the risk is. She says a Bad
Word as she starts driving, looking for a working pay phone. There's
still one guy she knows she can trust, even if it does include a
Border Run.

*&*

John Connor sighs
as he slips into his house. Evan's words had proven prophetic as
Destiny made several extremely blatant passes at him. He drops his
bag next to the door as he considers the possibilities of filing a
sexual harassment against the senior to get her to back off. He
frowns, knowing it's an idle fantasy. His eyes scan the interior of
the house out of pure habit as he walks in, trailed by his bodyguard.
“Hey mom, what's up?”

Sarah's entire
demeanor is one of consternation. “We've got a problem honey,
sit down.”

The young man sits
down across from his mother while Cameron once more kneels down next
to him.

“John,
I've spent all day trying to turn up enough explosives for the raid
Saturday. So far, no dice and I'm out of dealers whom I'm willing to
trust completely. I did get in touch with an old supplier, but
there's a problem.” When the future general waves for her to
continue, she says, “That being, he's in Mexico. I'll have to
take the money, go down to meet him, pick up the C-4, and get back to
LA. That's a two or three day round trip.”

The teen frown in
concentration, “We need those explosives. There's no two ways
about it. We don't have enough time to brew enough of our own to do
the job. We could delay, but the longer I'm hooked into Cyberdyne's
network, the greater the chances of detection. That's exclusive of
the further work being done on the Skynet project.” He sighs
and he bobs his head, “When do we leave?”

Sarah looks
shocked, “What do you mean 'we' son?”

“Mom,
we've been over this before. You may think you're expendable. I
don't. You go with at least Cameron as a bodyguard or you don't go
at all. End of negotiations.”

The two Connors
lock gazes in a silent battle of wills.

After a pair of
minutes pass, the human woman turns her head away with a grin,
“Alright General, you win. I'll take the Tin Miss with me.
What about you though?”

The young man's
frown deepens, “There things are more problematic. On one
hand, I'm reluctant to continue attending school if Cameron's not
around.” At the shocked look on his mother's face, he grins,
“Mom, I might not like needing a bodyguard, but I can accept
the necessity of her presence. Still, keeping me cooped up here for
a couple of days will drive me nuts.”

Sarah's grin fades
away as she considers the problem. “I hate to say it honey,
but that may be our best option. I'm about ninety-nine percent sure
Edwardo is straight. However, I don't want to risk your being there
if he's not. Also, I'm not overly thrilled with the idea of leaving
you in a hotel room while I make the deal.”

John slowly nods,
“I don't like it, but I think you're right.” He looks
over to the kneeling cyborg, “Cam, I think you and I are going
to be getting food poisoning. We're going to be out of school until
Monday at the earliest.”

Sarah nods, “I'll
call VP Phelps and let her know.”

The young man
nods, “So, when do you leave?”

“I'd
like to be on the road tonight. A few hours at the maximum.”

The future general
nods, “Alright. I'll need Cameron's help making sure things
are all set with the automated hacking. Also, someone will need to
make sure there's enough supplies in the house to last me through the
lock down.”

The human woman
nods, “You take care of the groceries, I'll get everything
packed. Deal?”

The teen shakes
his mom's hand, “Deal.” He stands up and says, “Come
on Cam, we've got a lot to do and not much time to do it in.”

The three move
with deliberate motion carrying out their assigned tasks. Sarah
deliberately waits until John's out of the house before she calls
Vice Principal Phelps to make arrangements to get the kids homework
for the next few days delivered, along with making other arrangements
with the redhead.

The three sit down
to their last dinner together for the next several days somewhat
exhausted from the frantic work of the last few hours.

As the meal is
wrapping up, Sarah says, “John, expect Jessica tomorrow. She's
going to be dropping off the homework assignments for you and the Tin
Miss for the day's you're expecting to be out. She also wants to
have a talk with you concerning a personal matter.” She
straightens up and takes on a more commanding bearing, “Also, I
have a request. As far as I know, your orders to your slave about
her sexual proclivities is still in place. Is this correct?”

The teen forces
himself not to blush as he says, “Yes, she's still not allowed
another bed partner aside from myself without my expressed permission
beforehand.”

The human woman
nods her head, “Very well then, I would like your permission to
make use of your slave during our trip out of town.”

The young man nods
his head once before saying, “Bitch, you are your mistress’s
to command once during this trip. Am I understood?”

The cyborg’s
crotch is slightly damp at being spoken about in such a manner. Her
voice is quiet and her head bowed as she says, “I hear and I
obey Master.”

John nods again,
“Anything else Mom?”

“Not
that I can think of honey.”

*&*

The next day John
finds himself more actively reviewing the data from the hacking
programs. It's just after noon when there comes a knock on the door.
He grabs his pistol and starts towards the door. He's almost to the
entryway when there comes a second knock. The teen presses the
barrel of the gun to the door just in case before he looks through
the peephole. He's somewhat relieved to see VP Phelps on the other
side of the door. Still, he keeps the barrel lined up with her torso
as he opens the door, “Good afternoon Jessica.”

The redhead grins,
“Hello John. Don't worry. I'm not a machine. I have your
assignments.”

The teen carefully
lets her in his eyes taking in her tight top and micro-skirt which
combine to leave her little place to hide a gun. Combined with
normal Terminator behavior, he reaches the conclusion that the woman
is exactly whom she appears to be. After the door is closed, he
safeties the pistol and waves her in, “How are you doing this
fine and lovely day Jessica?”

The woman smiles
as she gives her host a smoky look, “I'm fine John, how are
you?”

“Going
nuts with just these walls to look at. Still, keeping busy to stave
off complete insanity.” He takes the sheaf of papers she's
holding and places them on the kitchen table where he prefers to do
his homework. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“Juice
if you don't mind,” she says as she sits down at the table.

The young man
fills a glass of juice for his guest before he joins her at the
table. After handing the glass over, he says, “So, mom said
you wanted to talk with me about something personal.”

Jessica drains her
glass in one swallow. She sets the glass back on the table and gives
her future general a sultry look as she stands up. She carefully
pulls her shoulders back to push her smallish chest forward and she
puts plenty of extra swing into her hips as she struts around to
where John is sitting. She sets herself down in the lap of the
stunned young man. She forcibly presses her lips to his in an
aggressive kiss, while she grabs his arms and directs his hands to
her thinly clad ass. She grinds her crotch into his as she runs her
tongue along his lips, trying to gain access to his mouth.

It takes the
future general several seconds to recover from the blatant assault
but when he does, he pulls his head back at the same time as he grips
the female's head and pulls it away from his own, “Alright,
what's going on here?”

The redhead's eyes
lower instinctively at the commanding tone, “I thought that
would have been painfully obvious. I want to sleep with you.”

“Alright,
I might just be a teen, but I think we need to discuss this calmly
and rationally like adults. Which includes you sitting in a
different chair than I am.”

Jessica's head is
bowed and her demeanor quelled as she resumes her original seat.

John says, “Now,
explain what's going on.”

The woman swallows
slightly at the continuing harsh tone, “Where would you like me
to begin?”

“Start
wherever it was that brought you to here.”

Nodding her head,
the vice principal says, “That would be your first fight with
Davis.” She swallows as she continues, “I've always had
a strong 'damsel in distress' kink. Combine that with my favorite
fantasy of rewarding 'David' after he bested 'Goliath' and I started
keying in on you quickly. That's actually what prompted me to meet
with you the first time. I wanted to meet you and see if you really
fit the mold of David. You met and surpassed my deepest
expectations. Then you risked your life to save mine. I have never,
ever, had someone willing to go that far for me. Your mother told me
you should have just ran as soon as you spotted that Terminator.
Instead, you stuck around and saved me. This was the final nail in
my coffin. I absolutely had to have you.” She finally looks
up and locks her eyes with his, “I came here intending to fuck
your brains out. To drive you to the point where all you were
thinking about was getting your rocks off. Instead, you've taken
control of this, and me along with it. I am yours to command.”

The young man
frowns in concentration as he nods his head slowly, “Alright,
I'm going to shoot one part of your fantasy right now. I'm still a
virgin despite having Cameron as my personal slave. Because of
everything we've been through together, I'm planning on saving my
virginity for her. I want you to tell me what you would like to
happen at this point, ideally, that is.”

The redhead once
more bows her head, “If everything went perfectly, you would
strip me naked, bend me over the end of your bed, spank my naked ass
hard to punish me for being such a pervert that I get wet just
thinking of one of my underage students. Then, you would take each
of my holes in turn. Stretching my asshole only enough to keep from
tearing something or to keep from being too painful for you.”

John is somewhat
surprised at how much the woman's frank description has managed to
turn him on. He takes several seconds to calm himself before saying,
“Alright, I can't help you on the 'claiming' part. However, I
can certainly help with the punishing part.” He grins evilly
as he catches Jessica looking straight at him. “I'm not
unwilling play ball with you. However, my willingness ends with what
I've already done with Cameron.”

The woman swallows
slightly as she takes in that grin. “And how far is that?”

The teen’s
expression is somewhere between a grin and a smirk, “To find
that out, you'll just have to play along.”

The redhead
swallows again nervously, “Then how shall we begin?”

The future general
slowly comes to his feet and motions for the woman to do the same,
“First, we go into my bedroom, and then we discuss your
punishment.” He then almost swaggers into his room, trusting
the woman behind him to follow. When he turns around to find Jessica
standing just inside his door, her head bowed and her hands clasped
in front of her. He schools his face into a hard mask and says, “So,
what sort of punishment does a perverted vice principal like you
deserve?”

Jessica shudders
slightly as her crotch moistens further, “A spanking would be
the traditional punishment for a wayward student in school, so it
would be fitting if that were what I received.”

“And
how many swats should you take?”

The redhead's
blush is rather prominent on her pale skin, “Twenty strokes
should be appropriate.”

John nods in
agreement, “Very well, bend over the end of the bed Jessica.”

The woman
hesitates for a moment, “Please sir, you need not show such
warmth to a bad girl like me.”

The young man
doesn't let his surprise show through though. He takes on a slightly
more domineering countenance and his voice is clipped, precise, and
formal as he says, “Very well Ms. Phelps, assume the position.”

The woman doesn't
even hesitate for a moment before she is properly positioned. Her
feet are shoulder width apart, which happens to put her crotch
directly on the bed while her hands are behind her back.

The teen makes a
mental note to get a pair of handcuffs before he does this again. He
steps behind her and grins evilly once more as he raises his arm. He
brings his hand down hard and with no warning. He relishes the
squeak of pain from his victim even as he's pulling his arm back for
another swing.

A total of twenty
swats later, Jessica has tear tracks down her cheeks. It feels like
her butt is on fire. Her new master is much stronger than she'd
thought.

John takes a step
back and shudders at the feelings of raw power rushing through his
system. He's breathing hard and he's as hard as a rock. “Do
you still wish to service me Ms. Phelps?”

The redhead takes
a deep breath, “Yes sir I do.”

“Then
get on your knees,” he says as he sits down in the chair at his
desk. “Good,” he continues a moment later, “now,
crawl over here.” He grins as the woman slowly moves to obey
his command. Once she is between his legs, he says, “Use your
teeth to unzip me.”

Jessica's heart is
racing as she leans in towards her master's crotch. She carefully
takes the zipper between her teeth and slowly pulls it down. She
grins internally as she looks up at her master after his fly is
undone. She hesitantly moves a hand towards his crotch. She smiles
a bit as he nods his permission. The redhead fishes her hand in her
master's pants and pulls out his erect cock.

The young man
gently grips the woman's head in both of his hands and guides her
face towards his dick. He says, “Open,” and then pulls
her down so that just the tip of his erection is in her mouth. He
releases her and says formally, “I believe you know what to do
Ms. Phelps.”

The redhead
shudders in a mini-orgasm a moment before she dips her head.

The teen groans as
his cock is enfolded for the first time in the mouth of a human
woman. His mind is blanked with pleasure as she begins to use her
tongue. She's not quite as good as Cameron, but close enough. He
grins maniacally as he feels himself getting closer and closer to the
edge. A moment before he loses control, he grabs a fist full of the
woman's hair and pulls her off of his cock. He grabs his staff with
his other hand and aims it directly at her face before he releases
his control.

Jessica shudders
as a heady climax rips through her body as spurt after spurt of warm
cum hits her skin.

John's head is
spinning from the intensity of his own orgasm. He feels a strong
rush of power as he comes down and sees the woman's flushed, white
streaked face. His face twists into an evil grin as he contemplates
the female kneeling before him who has yet to move. “So Ms.
Phelps, are your panties wet?”

In a weak voice
she replies, “Yes sir, they're soaking.”

The teen’s
voice is firm and clear as he says, “Very well then Ms. Phelps,
I have a task for you. First, you are to take off your panties, but
do not raise your head above mine.”

The woman reaches
under her skirt and slips her thumbs under the waistband of her
underwear. She pushes the garment down her thighs and she shuffles
her knees to get them down to her calves before pushing them down and
off of her legs.

The young man nods
his head as he sees the fire engine red lacy thong danging from the
redhead's fingers, “My, you were feeling adventurous Ms.
Phelps. Now, put them in your mouth.” He grins again as the
flush on the woman's face as she wads the flimsy piece of cloth up
and pushes it into her oral cavity. “Very good. Now, my
instructions for you are thus. You are not to wipe my cum off your
face. At most you may rub it into your skin. You are to keep your
panties in your mouth for your entire drive home, including any stops
you may have to make on the way there. Nod if you understand.”
He feels a rush as she meekly nods her head. “Good. Now,
when you get home, you are to leave your panties in. You are to
remove your shoes and your skirt in the entry way. You will reach
back and hold your ass cheeks apart as you ascend the stairs. Once
you get to your room, you are to lay down on your bed face down. You
are to pull your knees up under you and push your butt up as high as
you can while pressing your face into the mattress. You will take
the forefinger of your right hand, suck on it for a few seconds to
get it wet, and then you will push it into your asshole. You will
both maintain this position and keep at least one finger in your ass
while you masturbate. Nod if you understand.”

Jessica's face and
crotch are both on fire as she acknowledges the explicit and
humiliating orders. Nonetheless, she silently rises to her feet at
her Master’s waved dismissal.

A/N: Until next
time.
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