My return caused enough panic for people to cut corners, which were better left rounded. I did not have time to step into a much-needed shower before the wolves arrived at my hotel room door.
I turned when the door opened and studied the women who entered. Twins were an elegant touch, brunettes with dark brown eyes. Five years had passed since my last woman so I appreciated the effort spent on tempting me to lower my guard.
"May I help you?" I asked.
"Are you Jason, the Director's Hope?" the one on the right asked. They reached for each other to hold hands tightly, as if the question drained their courage.
"Yes," I replied after taking time to study them. Their bodies were symmetrical, with curves no amount of athleticism could make unfeminine. They wore clothing that hugged the relevant parts and hung loosely everywhere else.
"You're back," the one on the left said. I nodded and turned to stare out the window.
"What are your names?"
"Can't you read our minds?" they asked at the same time.
"With lovers, I prefer proper introductions," I replied.
"We're not here to..."
"I know why you're here," I said turning and leaning back against the window. "I have a better use for you."
"By law, I can," I said. "I'm glad they sent two; one would have it rough."
"I don't understand!" the one on the right said.
"You've been programmed not to," I told them. They turned to look at each other in fear.
"Put the knives down, ladies," I ordered, reinforcing it with a directive through my jacks. Stilettos were drawn from sheathes sewn into their clothing. They walked to the bed and stabbed the blades into the headboard.
"We didn't know," they said, stepping away from the bed. I nodded; their programming was excellent but not everything had been as carefully done.
"Let me help," I said.
I jacked them into each other and reconstructed what had been done from the bits and pieces left behind in each. Not only was the mind-wipe sloppy, but it had been a mistake to choose two girls, one would not have been enough to build a complete picture.
They fell to their knees as I finished weaving their memories together. The men in their lives enjoyed seeing them like that, on their knees with tears staining their cheeks. There was beauty in it, but nothing like when I used my jacks to inject them with thin rivulets of pleasure.
"How could they do that to us?!?"
"What are your names?" I asked again.
"What are you doing to me?" Mary asked curiously.
"I'm blocking your mind from processing what has been done to you," I replied. "You need an Empathic to help you cope, but I need to... I need."
"A Positive did this to us," Magdalene said glancing at the knives.
"Telepathic programming to kill," I told them. "She did a good job. Blanking your conscious awareness is a subtle addition; most don't bother, instead relying on the lack of hesitation to land the strike."
"What are you going to do with us?" Mary asked.
"I want your bodies," I replied. "Then we'll go downstairs and see what the penalty for that is."
They did not understand, but I had not expected them to. I pushed their worries aside and made them aware of my jack as a bolt of pleasure lancing down their spinal column. They had been used before with no attention to their pleasure. I did not have the patience for unselfishness so I chose the hammer instead of the razor.
"Come with me," I said and walked into the bathroom. Like with many things, I had not been clean for a long time.
I linked the girls to each other and myself in a triangle-loop; the excitement each felt would increase the other's but not as much as my pleasure would increase theirs. I used my jacks as leading reins so they knew exactly what I wanted and did it without words needing to be exchanged.
I wanted the twins naked so as soon as they stepped into the bathroom, they began to remove clothing slowly; Magdalene took Mary's clothes off, and Mary returned the favor. I guided them to take mine off without me being consciously aware of anything but the desire to remove the clothing I had worn for three months straight.
Mary stepped into the shower and turned it on. She did not flinch as the cold water hit her; she adjusted the temperature to what she knew I wanted and let it wash over her body. Magdalene stroked my dick as her sister painted herself with water. Mary turned and leaned against the back wall in an open invitation to join her.
The water and heat felt good; months of sweat and dirt sloughed down to stain the white of the shower floor. The twins put soapy hands on me and chased away the filth that would not go willingly. I knelt down, and Magdalene pulled my head back to wash my hair while Mary applied another layer of soap on me.
They took a step back, like I wanted, and let me enjoy the water taking away the last five years of my life for a few minutes. I did what was necessary, but even I could wish it had not been.
Magdalene pressed up against my back while Mary came around front. Magdalene pushed her body against mine, and Mary brought my face down for a kiss. Their hands met at my dick, and they used fleeting touches to excite me nearly to the point of emptying myself.
Mary kissed her way down my chest. Magdalene wrapped her arms around my torso and pulled me backwards. It pushed my dick towards Mary, who took it into her mouth.
Their minds were intertwined with mine; their need was my need; my pleasure was theirs.
Mary stroked me with her hands and mouth almost violently. Magdalene dragged her nails across my chest. When it came, my release was almost absolution.
The twins could not handle the feedback striking them through the loop. Mary fell back; Magdalene released me and stepped away. My dick shot cum onto Mary making her convulse as she experienced an orgasm for the first time in her life. Magdalene screamed behind me, crumbling against my legs. A second shot of cum hit Mary and through the jacks I felt them lose consciousness.
"Get dressed," I said when they came to. I wanted more time with them, but it would have to wait until we arrived at the Institute. There were people coming for me and others waiting to see what happened with the twins.
Everyone turned towards us when the elevator doors opened, and we stepped into the hotel lobby. There was disappointment on the faces of three men. A couple of others stepped forward with holo-cameras on their shoulders; my return was newsworthy but the excitement on their faces said they expected more.
"What did you do to my sisters?" the youngest of the three men said.
"This is the best you could do?" I asked the one wearing the robe of a New Christian priest.
"Mary, Magdalene," the oldest male said looking behind me. "Did this monster hurt you?!?"
"I expected better from Abbas Matthew," I said looking into one of the cameras, knowing he would be watching. "But New Christians like sending lambs to the slaughter."
I tossed the stilettos the women had been armed with at the father and brother.
"Elijah will be here any minute," I said to them.
The twins were a distraction; the real focus of the attack was the men. Their training was Telepathic-aided; no one else could move as smoothly and work together so seamlessly.
But they were still human.
I moved to the left so the boy, who was a hair quicker, stepped in front of his father. I danced outside the reach of his blade and passed him while sliding my knife on the inside of his thigh. I kept going, under the blade of his father and behind him. My knife penetrated at the base of the man's skull, stabbing into his spinal cord. I turned and moved to stand over the brother. I stepped on his knife hand and watched life pour out of his femoral artery.
I took a deep breath before looking at everyone in the room.
"You are a monster!" the priest said from behind me.
"I don't think you really believe that," I said. "If you were going to make a monster, wouldn't you make it something to fear?"
I walked up to him slowly. He tried to move; my jack ordered his body to disobey.
"If you really believed the Director created a monster, you would have run when they told you to try this."
I put my hand over his forehead and slid it down to close his eyes.
"I'll give you the time for a last prayer, priest," I whispered into his ear.
"You can't tell me that wasn't murder," Elijah said from the door.
I pushed the arm of the priest's robe up to expose his hand.
"The feint, the strike, and the subtle knife," I said nodding at the twins, the fallen father and brother, and to the dead priest. "Abbas Matthew has certain preferences."
"I don't get it," Elijah said. "Not one confrontation with the New Christian Church in five years; your ship docked less than two hours ago and already a dead priest."
Being the Operative the Director drew when a situation got ugly aged Elijah prematurely.
"The ladies are coming with me," I told the room and used the jacks to direct the women outside. Elijah raised an eyebrow.
"They did their job," I told him. "It's not their fault their men couldn't."
"Someone had reason to believe the men could?" Elijah asked holding the door open for me.
"Telepathic trained," I said.
"Who?" Elijah asked in an angry voice.
"An Operative," I replied.
"Not one of mine," he said between his teeth.
"Before your time," I said.
"It's my responsibility, Elijah."
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