The Blood Empress
Chapter 6: Buried Treasure

Copyright© 2019 by Wagyu San

Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 6: Buried Treasure - Paranoid, shut-in, professional nerd and hacker - Kieran Trent, is lying a pool of blood, filled with personal regrets and gaping bullet holes left by the Matriarch's cyber-assassins. Instead of dying, he wakes up with superhuman strength, reflexes; and a penis twice as big to boot. Now he needs to figure out why he's banging a couple of hot nurses, able to fight off more killer-assassins and most importantly, why his sperm can control women.

Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa   Fa/Fa   Mult   Coercion   Mind Control   NonConsensual   Reluctant   Romantic   Slavery   Lesbian   Heterosexual   Fiction   Science Fiction   Robot   Sister   BDSM   DomSub   MaleDom   FemaleDom   Humiliation   Rough   Group Sex   Harem   Orgy   Anal Sex   First   Oral Sex   Body Modification   Geeks   Revenge  

I woke with a start and a hardon. Visions of a writhing naked redhead bathed in a sea of flames lingered in my head. We were still in the aircar, I glanced out of the window to see a sea of green below me; I guessed we were somewhere over the woods.

‘Ce:Ri, status update! How long was I out?’ My jaw felt much better, the nanites must have been at work, the words I formed seemed clearer.

‘Good, you’re awake, Sir.’ Ce:Ri smoothly replied, ‘We are almost arriving at the bunker. ETA five minutes. We’re traveling as fast as this vehicle can go.’

‘You’ll be glad to know that I have instructed the nanobots to be semi-autonomous when it comes to your well-being; it seemed the prudent choice. They have been busy patching you up during the last hour.’

Things were still blurry on my other eye, but at least partial function had been restored. Glancing down, I realized that my legs were covered in a familiar black carapace; I tested them out — they seemed to work normally. My left arm was still a blackened stump; I did not have the courage to ask how my face looked.

‘How is she?’ I gestured to the comatose Midori next to me.

‘Her vitals are slowing down. Her main power pack was ruptured by what looks like a plasma weapon. Her backup power unit is keeping her brain functions alive, but not for long. She might have another hour or two.’

I contacted the girls.

Beth! ‘Sandra!’ I yelled into the comms, ‘How’s Brooke? Everything ok? Have you guys left? Are you on the hydrofoil?’

A cacophony of frantic voices replied. ‘Kieran! Oh my god, you’re awake!’ Beth screamed. ‘Master! I was so worried!’ Sandra bubbled.

‘Brooke is walking! On her own feet; actually, she’s doing way better than that. And ... we’re not leaving without you. We’re packed and ready to go.’ Beth continued.

‘Dammit girls!’ I grumbled, ‘You should have left me!’

‘Would you have left us?’ Beth replied calmly. ‘Don’t be stupid, Kieran. We’re a team, no ... we’re more than that ... we’re family.’

The finality of that statement brooked no argument; I was slightly stunned; what she said slowly sunk in. I wasn’t a lonely hacker, stuck in a basement, grasping at straws when it came to relationships. Just the thought of the girls being part of my family brought fuzzy feelings that were deeply buried bubbling to the surface — my nano-encrusted heart grew three sizes that day.

We landed right at the bunker door; no point trying to keeping the location secret now. The girls were waiting for me at the entrance — two of my lovely ladies, and a third brunette encrusted in a familiar skin-tight ebony shell. Limping out of the aircar; I beamed and greeted them; ‘Sorry. I ... the mission failed. They know where we are. We have to leave now.’

Beth and Sandra stared at my disheveled state and did not hide the look of horror on their faces. They rushed and embraced me so hard I groaned. ‘Looks worse than it is, nanites already had an hour to fix me up.’ I opined.

‘You mean it was worse?’ Sandra frowned, and carefully prodded my face before examining my left stump. Satisfied, she moved her hands downward, cupped my balls and squeezed. My cock twitched and got hard despite the circumstances.

‘Master’s cock’s ok!’ she cheerfully stated. Beth cheered. I rolled my eyes at her shameless audacity.

Turning my attention to Brooke, I couldn’t hold in my astonishment.

‘Wow! ... Holy fuck you’re hot! I mean ... woah, Brooke, you look ... um ... incredible.’ Standing before me was a tall, statuesque brunette; her face was similar to Beth’s except her eyes were a clear crystal green. The black nano carapace hid nothing, every single curve of her body was revealed; it was like she was dipped into black ink. I could see the perfect fold of her vulva, her long lithe limbs, and her incredibly large boobs, tipped with perky nipples.

Wait ... Whaaa ... Big titties? Beth, her identical twin did not have big titties.

My eyes gave it away because I was clearly caught staring at Brooke’s perfect rack. Beth and Brooke shared an amused laugh. Sultrily, Beth stepped behind Brooke, reached over and heaved the two beautiful globes; jiggling them gently for me to see.

‘They’re wonderful, yeah?’ Beth raised a mischievous eyebrow at me. ‘Since we were rebuilding her body; we decided why just stop there? Brooke built our dream body.’

Holy shit, Beth was right, I didn’t notice till now. Brooke was clearly an inch or two taller than Beth, her boobs were not only huge, her waist tapered wonderfully before flaring out to an incredible pair of hips. Brooke gamely turned around and flaunted her perky anti-gravity bottom. I was flabbergasted. Brooke sauntered over and hugged a stunned and speechless me, ‘Welcome home sailor.’ she said with a wink.

My lascivious thoughts were broken by a piercing scream.

‘Master! What the fuck!’ Sandra had looked in the car and spotted what remained of Midori. ‘Why did you bring her here!’ Beth and Brooke leaned into the aircar and took a curious gander. I was now faced with a furious Sandra.

I told the girls about how I rescued her from the trash heap.

‘That bitch tried to kill us!’ Sandra began, ‘She deserves what she got! You should have left her there.’

‘I know, I know... ‘ I tried placating her, ‘But ... I just couldn’t leave her there. She’s a victim as well. It would make me as bad as them.

“You’re a real sucker for damsels in distress!’’ Sandra was still staring malevolently at the unconscious Midori.

That rang too true; wait till they found out why I got shot in the first place. Still, something about Midori’s plight resonated with me; I tried to convey it to the girls. ‘We were both stuck there; but I had you girls to look forward too and a rescue attempt that gave me hope. She? She had nothing ... she was broken, just lying there helpless, waiting to die. I ... I was her last chance.’

I looked to the other two girls to back me up. ‘Come on Brooke, Beth ... you kind of knew her from before right? She’s been through a lot too.’

Beth looked at me with a blank expression, tapped her chin, then slowly broke into a wide grin.

‘Can’t you see, Sandra? Our Master is fucking amazing! He’s so damn dominant he brought back a deadly enemy. And to prove how Alpha he is, he’s going to tame her. He’s gonna fix her and then ... fuck her into submission. He doesn’t pick pathetic submissives, he only adds ridiculously strong slaves to the harem!’

Wait ... wha... ? Uh ... what the hell? Beth’s leaps of twisted cuckquean logic was mind-bending to follow.

Sandra blinked and let what Beth said sink in — finally she nodded. ‘Well, this girl’s gonna be the fucking bottom bitch, after what she put us through.’

‘You’re right! We need to seriously put her in her place!’ Beth enthused. ‘Lots and lots of special training to serve our Master!’

Brooke who wasn’t there when Midori was trying to kill us, was genuinely curious, ‘How is she still alive? Is she still alive?’

‘She’s running on a backup power supply. It won’t last long.’ I lifted her out of the aircar as gently as could with one arm.

Brooke snapped her fingers. ‘I got it! My exosuit has a battery that ought to keep her going for a bit. That way we also don’t have to haul her around. In fact ... Ce:Ri could you autonomously control the suit?’

‘Yes, that will be relatively simple, Mistress Brooke.’ Ce:Ri said through the comms. Wait, everyone could hear Ce:Ri through the comms? That meant we all had a ensat uplink; this was going to be extremely useful.

‘Incoming!’ Ce:Ri suddenly broadcasted to us. ‘Evacuate to the bunker! Kill Drones detected!’

Everyone leapt into action.

This was bad; I thought we had at least another hour or so. Kill Drones had the advantage of not carrying passengers, so they could easily hit supersonic speeds. That would explain how they got here so fast. We were exposed, sitting ducks out in the open, we all legged back to the bunker — Sandra was closing the thick outer door when we were all thrown back by a loud explosion.

The force blew Sandra and Beth into me; we all collapsed into a heap — Brooke threw herself forward and shoved the door shut; but not before I saw that our aircar wrecked, the top half was glowing slag, it also sat askew in a large smoking crater. Those drones were not kidding around; that was a military-grade plasma missile.

We were rats trapped in a sewer; while I was pretty sure the blast doors would hold for some time, there was only one way in and out. All they had to do was slowly cut through the doors; we had nowhere to run. I think the others must have figured that out too; as they sat down slumped in shock.

‘Ce:Ri, do you have a live feed?’ I hobbled to the nearest viewscreen. The screen flickered to life; Ce:Ri pointed the camera at the sky. Two indistinct dots were hovering about; they were drones alright, their movements were erratic and jerky; I suspected they were scanning for more life signs to blast away at.

Sitting in the couch, I calmed myself down. If the drones were already here; then it meant we still had maybe another hour before the main convoy arrives — they would probably be bringing heavy-duty plasma cutters to get through the doors. So ... say another hour to cut through the doors; we have about two hours.

The girls looked distraught and a little lost; but we weren’t dead yet, I needed to stop them from quickly sliding into despair. ‘Ce:Ri, monitor the skies, see if you can get sat feed of any other vehicles approaching. I estimate we might have maybe two hours before they others can get in here?’

‘Yes, Sir, your estimate is reasonable. The external cameras are quite well hidden; I am currently monitoring the drones. They seem to be on standby, I deduced that they are likely waiting for the main convoy.’ Ce:Ri reported.

I had a sudden flash of inspiration. ‘Ce:Ri, see if we hijack the drones. You can access some of my scripts from the library. Even if we can’t access all functions, it may buy us some time when their main squad arrives.’

‘Now, ladies, we’re not dead yet. After what I’ve been through, like hell am I going to let all of us just roll over and die.’ I walked over and helped Brooke back on her feet. ‘Brooke, get Midori in the exosuit; see if you can get her hooked up. Install the auto-pilot module for Ce:Ri.’

Grabbing Sandra by both hands, I told her, ‘Check on Midori’s condition. She might be valuable if she can gain consciousness and communicate. She might be able to tell us something useful about the Matriarch’s tactics.’

Sandra nodded. ‘Sorry boss, I know this was not the homecoming you were hoping for — willing girls, an addition to the harem and a decadent orgy to celebrate.’

She headed over to Midori. ‘And yes, you’re right. We not dead yet; we’ll go down fighting.’

‘Beth,’ I slung my good arm over her shoulder, ‘Come, let’s figure a way out. Maybe ... well, hideout bunkers like these should have multiple exits right?’ Beth beamed at me and stood up determinedly.

‘Speaking of multiple exits, what about that door on level three? Could be something behind it.’ Brooke ventured.

‘Good thought. Let’s go check it out now. Beth?’ We headed to the stairwell.


There was no time for subtlety. Digital or mechanical lock aside, the tech was from the War, that meant that it was at least forty years old. I did not have time to analyze the best way to open the hidden door and decided caveman-style brute strength was the fastest method.

Even with a crowbar I fashioned from the junk below, I wasn’t successful. I think it wasn’t just a matter of strength, my single arm was a hindrance. Plus I just couldn’t get a good grip along the thin gap that outlined the door.

Time was running out and Beth could see the frustration as the veins started forming on my forehead.

‘Stupid fat fingers!’ I cursed looking at my right hand. My left stump was healing rapidly, the black carapace had progressed from my elbow to my wrist — still I did not have a functioning left hand yet.

‘What’s the use of super strength if I can’t get them in to pry the door open!’ I prodded my finger at the groove, trying to force them in unsuccessfully.

After about five minutes of my continuous swearing, Beth piped up, ‘Let’s try something. I can get my fingers in the gap, but I don’t have the strength to pull the door. What if ... what if you commanded me to pull on the door with all my strength, and get me to disregard any pain?’

‘Your body isn’t wired like mine yet. It’s still flesh and bone, things will break and tear.’ I shuddered at the thought.

‘So? The bots will fix them up in an hour or so. We have nothing to lose.’ She placed her fingers in the groove and curled them. ‘See? I can a good grip.’

‘Ok.’ I acceded, I stood behind and braced her. ‘Beth, you will pull the door open with all your strength, and you will not feel any pain.’

Instantly, Beth’s forearms began to bulge and strain. It was unnatural to see someone try so hard yet not grunt in effort or pain. ‘It’s a weird feeling, I can feel myself really trying, but there’s no pain or stress. Command me to pull harder.’

And so I did — and remarkably the door began to shift ever so slightly, just enough for me to gain purchase with my fingers. I quickly reached in and gripped the edge of the door, before pulling with all my strength. There was the sound of stubborn tearing metal and the door swung open.

Success! Beth reached out and hugged me, and then I noticed her arms. They were covered in lacerations and bruises from the biceps to her forearms, her right arm looked a little limp, possibly a dislocation; worse her fingertips were shredded, bloody stumps. I think I saw a bit of bone.

‘Oh Beth!’ I looked sadly while cradling her torn limbs.

‘It’s fine. It doesn’t hurt at all.’ she cupped my face and smooched me on the lips. ‘See, the healing is already starting.’ She was right, her arms were already beginning to ooze the black substance. ‘And we learned something extremely useful today; you can command us to actually go beyond our current limits. Pain negation makes it bearable, and the auto-healing feature will kick in immediately after.’

‘Once we have a quiet moment, let’s make all of you super-enhanced like me too ok? Abusing yourself constantly and healing after doesn’t sound like a good idea.’

 
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