Chapter 3

Thanks to markf52 for the editing help.

All characters in sexual encounters are eighteen years of age or older.

Characters:

James Ashton: MC, genetically designed from a DARPA embryo and enhanced by nanotechnology.

Timothy Long (Gpop): James’s deceased grandfather can interact with James through nanites he created and placed in James’s body.

Lanore Olivia Long (Liv): Abducted wife of Timothy, grandmother, and lover to James.

AIMS/Amee: Aims is the neural essence of James’s mother and the security manager of James and his Shield Maidens. Her essence was saved by James’s grandfather the day she died, in a neural storage device. Amee is the clone of his mother, one of his Shield Maidens.

James Ashton Sr.: Worked with James’s grandfather at DARPA as head of security for Timothy’s research area and died in an “accident” at another DARPA location.

Melissa, Molly, Toni Jean (TJ), and Tabitha (Tabi): all clones of James’s mother. Melissa and Molly are ten years older than TJ and Tabi, who are the same age as James and are his first four Shield Maidens.

Trevor: James’s closest friend growing up.

Matt: Trevor’s older brother and a friend.

Danny: Trevor and Matt’s father and a friend. Runs Patriot Construction for James.

Richard (Dick): Piece of shit, worked at DARPA with James’s Gpop and Father.

Justin: Same as Dick.

Jerome: A large gay Black man that was a facilitator for James’s grandfather at DARPA and current possessor of Dick, Justin, Big Tony, Grady, and Gerald.

Michael James: former sergeant, now captain of the police department, friend.

Daughters: Angelica, Bailey, Beonka, Braylynn, Jerilynn, Melody. All were aged to be the same age as James by their nanites, Shield Maidens.

Martha: Cecelia’s aunt.

American Shield Maidens:

Mae Ling: Neighbor and former Chinese spy.

Maria: Mother of Rosa.

Sandi: Mother of Cally.

Rosa: Classmate.

Charu: Classmate.

Calista: Classmate.

Cally: Classmate.

Heather: Classmate.

Daisy: Classmate.

Mary: Classmate.

Casey: Teacher.

Lanette: Teacher.

Tyra: Teacher, genetically enhanced by DARPA, and was sent to spy on James.

Hallie: Met her while at DARPA, made James equal by the nanites.

Jasiri: a celestial being set free from her DARPA prison by James.

Juno: Jasiri’s mother, also set free by James.

Mothers of James’s Daughters:

Deborah: Mother of Bailey, Beonka, and Braylynn. Former school secretary to the principal.

Margerete: Mother of Melody.

Cecilia (Cece): Mother of Angelica.

Joni: Mother of Jerilynn.

And two hundred fifty unnamed Shield Maidens.

Australian Shield Maidens:

Maggie: Former customs agent.

Layla: Aboriginal friend of Maggie, former customs agent.

Makayla: friend of Maggie, former customs agent.

Makenzie: friend of Maggie, former customs agent.

Ilsa: Friend of Layla, former Customs agent.

Chastity (Tink), Rachael, and Bobi: All added from winning a beach weightlifting bet on Bondi Beach.

Mobambi (Bambi): Beautiful Nubian woman James met on Bondi Beach.

Eira and Freya: Twin sisters, met by James when he was looking for Property and Planes, embryos stolen from DARPA, which is why they look just like Tyra.

And two hundred fifty unnamed Shield Maidens.

Erik Himler: Bad guy, brought over after World War Two as part of “Project Paperclip” and helped charter DARPA. Kidnapped James’s grandmother, Liv, and stole embryos from DARPA that would later be Eira and Freya. He placed clones of himself around the world to continue his evil research.

Devon Hughs: Nephew to the former superintendent of the high school, Grady Hughs, and all-around dickhead.

AI characters:

Midnight Breeze, Midnight Sky, Midnight Illusion.

Midnight Reality: Controlled by Gpop.

Midnight Solstice: Controlled by Juno.

On the third day of the raging storm, we decided to go ahead and head home. The fact we were submerged helped a lot. The nanites had been busy while we were away; they had tripled the size of the underground portion of the property so that all the boats could easily fit into the new docks. All I knew was that I wanted to shower and go back to bed, and more than one of the Maidens had the same thought.

You would think that being the ‘de facto’ leader of a group meant you had a little pull, but no, it doesn’t. Our underground house was bigger and had a bigger closet. The closet may have been bigger, but my portion of the closet stayed the same. I swear, they only gave me a hanger and a shoebox amount of room, even though the closet was as big as a normal house. I guess, with the number of women using it, that was why it needed to be big, but the least they could do is give me a little bigger portion of it.

The shower had been super-sized as well, but we still had to shower in four groups. None of us were all that hungry after our showers, so we opted to just have chips and sandwiches for dinner. It’s a choreographed dance of chaos for everyone to be in the kitchen at the same time making their own sandwiches. I wanted to run after eating, for some ungodly reason, so Angelica, Bailey, Beonka, Braylynn, Jerilynn, and Melody, all joined me.

When we passed the back gate, we could hear scurrying in the brush and bramble next to the fence. Being who they are, the girls went to go and see what it was. They came out of the thicket with what I thought were cats, but no, they were baby bobcats. I knew by the looks on the girls’ faces they were going to keep them, and there wasn’t a damn thing I could do or say to suade them otherwise.

“You’re taking care of them,” I told them.

“We know,” they all said at once.

“Names?” I asked.

“Stitch,” Bailey said.

“Grumpy,” Melody chimed.

“Sleepy,” Angelica said next.

“Gizmo,” Braylynn said.

“Simba,” Beonka said, holding hers above her head.

We all stood there waiting for Jerrilynn to say her bobkitten’s name.

“I don’t know what I want to call mine,” she said with exasperation and exhaled sharply.

Her kitten reached up with its paw, patted her on her cheek, and “meowed” at her.

“Lev, it means ‘heart’ in Hebrew and ‘lion’ in Russian,” she told us with a broad smile on her face.

When we got back, the bobkittens were passed around and loved on by all the ladies in the house. To my surprise, the kittens didn’t seem to mind being held; in fact, they would cry when they were put down. “I don’t think you can take the animal-loving little girl out of a woman no matter what her age,” I thought, watching how the ladies were acting over the furry additions to our family. We have horses and now bobcats. I wondered what animal would be next.

At bedtime the kittens were put on an impromptu mat at the foot of the bed where they curled up next to each other without a single complaint. I had hoped they would do that, because if I had refused to let them sleep in bed with us, I would have been the one on the mat at the foot of the bed instead of the kittens. I awoke to the sounds of purring in my ears and what I thought was a flash of light. The kittens had made their way from their mat to my pillow and were now all around my head. It was only three am, but I needed to pee, so I got up, did my business, and got ready for the day.

When I came out of the bathroom, the kittens had moved to their humans and were now wrapped up in each girl’s arms for ‘safe keeping.’ The purrs from the kittens were so loud it was like having put a playing card in the spokes of a bicycle and you riding it at top speed. None of the ladies even moved when I asked, “Who wants to join me on a run this morning?” It was as I expected it to be. For shits and giggles, I ran by the back gate again, there was some activity, not the rustling type, but the type where flashlights were being used.

Aims alerted the Maidens, and before long there was a small army of women standing with me.

“Aims, we own that land, correct?” I asked.

“Yes, we own all fifteen hundred acres that surround us.”

We made our way into the wooded area without making a sound or being seen, due to our adaptive camouflage. I was shocked to see who one of the trespassers was; it was Devon Hughs. He was the leader of the boys who had assaulted Calista, Mary, and Heather at our prom. Devon is also the nephew of Deborah and a man I gave to Jerome, Grady Hughs. Before the trespassers knew what was going on, the Maidens had them down on their knees, with their hands behind their heads.

“May I ask what the fuck you are doing on my property?” I asked.

“Fuck off,” one of the men said.

“I think not. No one wants to talk? Okay, I’ll get one of you to answer my question, one way or another.”

“How do you suppose you’re going to do that?” The same guy asked.

“Oh, I have my ways,” I told him.

“Yeah, right, you’re not going to do shit but wait for the cops to show up. You only got us on trespassing, fucker.”

“Who said the cops were coming, because I didn’t call them, did you?”

“Whatever, ain’t none of us saying shit until the cops get here.”

“One of you will talk, I’ll guarantee that,” I said, walking over to and behind the mouthpiece of the group.

I got a handful of his hair and pulled his head back so he could look at me. “One last time, what are you doing on my property?”

“Fuck you.”

I had Melissa bring me her knife and put it to his head, just below the hairline, and began to scalp him. The screams he let out caused the rest of his group, including Devon, to piss themselves. I stopped halfway into scalping him and asked, “Are you ready to talk now?” I knew the nanites would keep him alive and fix any damage I did to him, but he, nor the others, needed to know that right now. The mouthpiece was in shock and couldn’t speak, so I finished scalping him for effect.

“Who’s next?” I said, as I held up the scalp dripping with blood for the others to see.

No one answered, so I moved to the guy to the right of the man I had just scalped and pulled his head back and put the knife to his forehead. The blade was nano-sharp, and the slightest pressure made him start bleeding. I held the knife there for effect, so the others could see, and he could feel just how much blood was running down his face.

Devon cried out, “I’ll talk, I’ll talk, just stop it, okay?”

“We came out here to try and see if we could get into the house and get some good stuff.”

“Good stuff?” I asked.

“Yeah, TVs, jewelry, the like,” Devon said.

“Nope, not buying it,” I said as I began to cut.

“We were coming out here to see if we could get into the house and rape a few of your women,” the guy I was scalping screamed.

“That I believe,” I said and stopped cutting.

I pulled the knife away, with his head looking as if nothing had happened. The first guy was reaching up to feel his head, only to find a full head of hair. Melissa walked over to me and said in my ear, “I think these guys need to be introduced to Jerome.” I turned to look at her, and her expression said she was deadly serious.

“Make the call,” I told her.

“My wife is going to call the cops if I’m not home in the next hour,” Devon blurted out.

Out of all the guys, Devon was the only one that had a wife, so I told him, “I’ll take you home so you can say goodbye to her.”

Hallie, Melissa, and Charu all insisted they go with us. Melissa drove while I rode in the back with Devon, because he had not only pissed himself, but he had also shit himself, causing the ladies to not want him to be in the truck with them, so we rode in the back to his house. As we were getting out of the truck, the front door opened and out stepped a person I hadn’t seen since high school, Claire Bissette. I sure as hell wouldn’t have thought she’d end up with Devon’s ass. She was the quiet and shy type, and there’s no way she deliberately had anything to do with him. Melissa beat us all to the door and introduced herself to Claire with a handshake.

When I got to the door, I almost lost my cool in front of the whole neighborhood. Claire had the yellowing around her eyes and on her face of what would have been some very bad bruising and the blood spots on the white of her left eye. I was fighting the urge to beat Devon to death on the stoop of the house. Claire invited us in and asked, “What’s going on?” She was looking from Devon to me and then to Melissa, Hallie, and Charu in a worried look.

“We’re not here to hurt you,” I said, which seemed to ease her a little.

“Then what’s going on?” she asked.

“I got this,” Melissa said to me and took Claire into the next room.

I took Mr. ‘Poopy Pants,’ who was beyond ripe by now, to the bathroom to clean himself up while the ladies had their talk. While Devon was in the shower, I got a message from Deborah: “Jerome has collected Devon’s buddies, and they are on their way to your location.” When Devon was done, I took him back to the living room butt naked. He was to be that way until Jerome decided what he was to wear. Melissa came over to me and said, “She’s primed and ready for you.”

“I had no intention of adding another to ‘Us,’” I told her.

“I know, but we all agreed that she would make a great addition to our team,” she told me.

“We all?” I asked.

She reached down and cupped my crotch with her right hand and said, “We all seem to be in agreement,” then gave me a devious smirk.

She was right, my dick was hard, and I couldn’t think of a reason not to add Claire, other than I had enough women already, but I hadn’t been the one to choose her; the Maidens had, so who was I to rock the boat? Claire came over to me, pulled my face to hers, and kissed me gently on the lips. I could see that the nanites had removed all the bruising and fixed her nose, which had been broken sometime in the past. Her eyes sparkled when I looked at them.

“I have had a crush on you since my sophomore year,” she told me, slightly louder than a whisper, and then kissed me again.

Devon yelled, “What the fuck!” causing Claire to jump, like she had been caught doing something wrong.

Hallie and Charu walked up to either side of Devon, grabbed a handful of his hair, and kicked him in the bends of his knees, causing him to fall to the floor with a thud. I pulled Claire close to me and told her, “Everything is going to be alright; where he’s going, he’ll never be able to hurt you again.”

“And just where the fuck am I going?” He screamed.

“Somewhere you’ll be treated like the ‘bitch’ you are,” Charu told him.

The front door opened, and in walked Deborah, Jerome, and, to all our surprise, Grady. Grady was dressed in hoochie denim shorts that showed his ass, a black leather vest, and a black leather collar, with Jerome holding the chain that was attached to it.

“Aunt Deb! Uncle Grady? What’s going on?” Devon asked with the shock evident in his voice.

Deborah came over to me and kissed me like the lovers we were.

“What the fuck, Aunt Deb? Why are you kissing that motherfucker?” Devon asked with a shocked look on his face.

Deborah broke our kiss and walked over to Devon and said, “He fucks me quite well, and I can kiss who I like in my house, and what’s mine is his,” as she gently rubbed from her stomach to her breast. As she turned to walk back to me, Deborah thumped Devon right in the center of his forehead, leaving a rather large knot forming. Jerome walked over and gave me a hug and asked, “Like what I’ve done with him?” Then pulled Grady by the chain to the forefront and had him do a few spins to show himself off.