Episode 15.0: Hyde in Plain Sight, Episode 15.1 Pali Shore

HANDROID: DELBERT HYDE

Every bad guy had a secret lair. Every good guy lived above it.

In the case of Delbert Hyde, he had thought of everything. When you were an android that did not require sleep all you had time to do was ponder the fortunes he was abusing. Hardly the worst bad guy alive he did do a few honorable things each day to feel better about himself. He knew he was taking advantage of people in large doses, be it monetary or sex. Take for example this luxurious home on Long Island which used to belong to a billionaire up until recently. Well, he still did, only he was away for the foreseeable future. The Amazon was a nice environment to get lost in as suggested by Delbert when he came knocking.

Byron Cormorant to be precise. Byron was quite the playboy, his residence set up for large parties, and even a rather intimate zoo. A big game hunter for fun and hobby he indulged by keeping wild animals in lavish kennels. Single with questionable traits of his own he quickly became a prime target. The billions he swindled off of the innocent had come back to haunt him.

Delbert stepped in and telepathically assumed Byron’s life, his home, his money, his world. A simple command sent Byron to Brazil in search of lost tribes. He would never be seen again. Well, only when Delbert morphed his android body into the perfect likeness of Byron to better control his empire. When you had the guy write down every password, every dirty account he had lined Delbert’s pockets. From those sources the train cars just kept rolling in. Any potential partner in crime lost their own Cayman accounts to Delbert. Unlucky them!

As an android everything was at the tip of falsified fingerprints, forged signatures, altered pupils, and sending them all away as he had Byron. Delbert was no killer but in the long run, no better than one. Sending a man into cannibal infested jungles to die was a coin toss. Heads you live, tails you lose your life. He didn’t consider himself a murderer. There was always a chance of their survival.

It only took Delbert Hyde a single month to achieve this dynasty. For what it was worth he only siphoned wealth off of those who earned it illegally. No true need for all of this it was simply a home base and a place to have some fun when he wasn’t playing scientist Garrett Ruby and working for BioNear. A subtle telepathic nudge toward his CEO as Garrett he had all the time off, he asked for. His achievements in tech were off the charts so when you had a resident genius working for you, you made your own hours. Delbert aka Garrett aka Gabriel Horne aka Byron as needed, moved about his private chessboard like a prodigy. Long live the King!

“What to do, what to do? I have all day until my date with Xena Martinez.” A casual stroll through the 35,000 square foot main house Delbert felt very alone. “Let’s have some fun, shall we?”

“What do you have in mind Boss?” His masculine computer persona known as Daemon chimed in. “Wrestling with the tiger again? I think you tamed that pussy.”

“No, Tony knows better than to try and eat me.”

“You haven’t hit the zookeeper yet today. She’s always good for a few orgasms.”

“I’m not feeling Heather today. Besides I can’t keep holding her hostage or her husband will be beating down our door.”

“It might be fun to make him watch you hammer his wife then forget it ever happened.”

“We’ve done that already. DMan, I’m evil but not so evil that I have to be repetitive. I count on Heather as a vet to keep Byron’s animals alive and happy. She won’t be here until 5:00 anyway.”

“Are you sure it’s a good idea letting Heather see you as this Gabriel rather than Byron?”

“She thinks I’m his nephew. I swiped the Horne name from his sister’s husband. You know all of this, why do I need to bring it up?”

“Making conversation Boss.”

“Clam up until I call you.”

“Will do Boss!” Gone! Locked away until needed.

“Angel?”

“Yes, Master?” His computer split into two distinct personas as if an Angel and a Devil he now conferred with the feminine side. “How may I serve you?”

“Create a hologram of Xena Martinez.” A second to achieve the beautiful Latina stood before Delbert holding that orchid, he gave her. “Disrobe her.” Flower fading away, the lifelike hologram took off the sweater and leather skirt he had left her wearing at New York University when he dropped her off. Angel having completely scanned the young woman had the hologram down to her imperfections. “Goddamn! Xena has one hell of a body.”

“Thank you, Master.” Angel spoke while Xena’s lips moved. “I like your body too, Sir.” Delbert never wore clothing at home. Even his veterinarian Heather Lance saw him nude each day that he was in attendance. A huge pervert long before becoming a godlike android Delbert loved to show off. “Especially when you beat off in your car watching me wiggle away earlier. I hope to see more of that.”

“Nonstop!” He chuckled! “I’m digging this roleplay, Angel.”

“All in your head, Sir, but I do aim to please.”

“It’s not the same as physical contact though.”

“I can control this unit’s sensations, Sir. Xena’s hologram can be molded to our body as if real and the nerve sensors can atone as if actual contact.”

“True! But I still want the reality of it all. I’m going to charm Xena into bed tonight without mind control. If things don’t go my way as I’d like, then I’ll make suggestions. I’d like to know that not every girl I seduce needs to be forced mentally.”

“Such as Heather Lance. Mrs. Lance is very devoted to her husband Justin. You were forced to make her your bed partner.” Angel created a second hologram of Heather Lance re-enacting the day Delbert landed her in a comfy white chair and gave it to her good.

“She loved it once the suggestion was made. All over me at that point. But yeah, I get it. She wouldn’t ride my dick like she does without my orders. Dammit! She’s hot as fuck too.”

“Perhaps Heather as the hologram seeing as she prefers to remain faithful to Justin? Raping her through mind control has its moments I am sure but, in the end, I know it bothers you, Delbert.”

“Does and doesn’t!” He stood watching himself as a hologram hammering Heather. “If she knew I was making her do things, then that would make me feel horrible. But we have that wiped from her mind after each time I take her. Same for Justin, it was fun having him DP her with me. More fun watching as I made her tell him she was leaving him for me. Not my finest moment. Once he bawled his eyes out, I had to rephrase it. We’ve got the mind mojo down to a science.”

“And you hope that Xena can handle your seduction plans without any tinkering with her thoughts.”

“Fingers crossed! I’ll be honest with you Angel; I’d love having slaves to do my every bidding without fucking with their heads. For some reason I think Xena could cope. Now that her Tender account has been scrubbed, I won’t have competition.”

“May I speak freely, My Master?”

“Go for it.”

“Your lust is uncontrollable. As much as you tell yourself that you are not the villain, your actions spell otherwise. You conceived me to be your conscience, Delbert Hyde. I only protect, My Master.”

“And I value your opinion, Angel. On your hands and knees Xena.” In one ear out the other. Daemon was patting Angel on the ass circuit laughing. The image of Xena dropped down flesh with the wooden floor and faced Delbert, eyes peering up at him without blinking. “She has the look of a slave.”

“I live to serve you, My Master.” Xena spoke through the holograms whisper.

“Yeah! See this is how I want Xena, but willingly.”

“May I suck your dick, Sir?”

“No!” He had to rethink that denial, envisioning it but it quickly faded. A hologram sex encounter just wasn’t as satisfying in his mind. “I want the real thing. Tonight is going to be special.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You can go now.” The hologram faded! Delbert Hyde felt sad for some reason. Angel was right, he was becoming the villain in this Bond movie. Cheeks puffed out of frustration Delbert made his way to Byron’s Olympic sized swimming pool. He loved to swim so he dove in and performed a dozen underwater laps. No need for air it was almost therapeutic. The silence allowed him to concentrate.

“I need to stay on track at BioNear. That PsiNaps project I’m working on as Garrett Ruby needs to be tested. It’s a darn shame Garrett had a heart attack at home I bet he was a pretty good guy. No family I suppose in a way that was good for me. I buried the poor guy before anyone could find his body, so no one even knows he’s deceased. Taking on his identity has a shit load of benefits. I mean, sure, I could have easily walked into BioNear as Gabriel and took what parts I needed for my own use but it’s actually kind of nice to have an actual job to go to when I feel like it. I can’t wait to meet that, Eve Valentino. She’s been off the last two weeks to attend a wedding in California. Foley says she’s a force to reckon with, but reading Alister’s mind I know he only hired her for her body. Bitch is a bombshell; I’ll give her that. Step at a time, she’s back on Monday so I’ll make sure I’m there. She might make another good slave. I keep up this Master notion I’ll likely need a zoo just for my personal playthings.” Yep! Bond villain!

“Byron’s sub-basement does have a nice prison camp vibe to it. All those taxidermied safari animals can be moved out. Hmm! Do I need to imprison whores? I think it would be more fun to just suggest they behave and let them roam free.” Surfacing he waded to the edge of the pool and lay his chin over folded arms. Looking around at all of the empty pool furniture he sighed. “I wonder how Tamara Kole is doing? Man, I wanted to fuck that nympho back at OASIIS. I think I was the only guy who didn’t nail her. But again, the real me wasn’t all that physically appealing. Hmm! Angel?”

“Yes, Master?”

“Work up a hologram based on Tamara Kole and have her on that chaise over there masturbating for me.” Images called upon the busty blonde lie there sprawled out and knuckling her cunt. Even words spoke out only heard inside his head in her voice. “Fuck me, Delbert! Make me your slave.” He grinned at Angel’s added dialogue. “That works! How about Koala Kincaid and Cynthia Barber? They weren’t bad looking.” Holograms of both fellow scientists appeared next to Tamara, all fingering their cunts and squeezing their chests. A symphony of mimicked voices spoke the same as Tamara had.

“Nice! Add in Nikki Pope.”

“And Delores Catlock?”

“Oh, fuck no! That ugly heffer would kill the mood. Now that android she inhabited was fucking amazing. You can show me that version of her.” Done! “Oh! Oh! Add ... no, the android Hector Ramirez got tossed into was hot tamale but just knowing Hector was in that body with it turns me off. You know what? Better idea! Let’s just have a hologram orgy. Bring on all of the guys. They can bukkake the babes.” He was enjoying this bullshit move way too much. Even Colonel Simon Campos stood over Tamara Kole jerking off. Young Jared Temple as nerdy as he was hovered his penis over his guardian Nikki’s face, Ms. Pope wagging her tongue at his 15-year-old attempt.

“Now that is hilarious! Oh! Let’s do this one better. Show me General Hardesty getting gang raped by his troops.” In minutes the surrounding pool side had over eighty holograms in hot pursuit. The General was humiliated as his soldiers’ shoved dicks in his asshole and mouth. “Yeah, you deserve that you twisted fucker.”

Temper rising inside Delbert he overstepped. “Blow that fucker’s brains out.” Three soldiers produced handguns and filled the General full of holes. Holographic blood and brains squirting everywhere. Seeing the scene unfold Delbert closed his eyes. “Cease fire! Cease all of this.” By the time he opened his eyelids the poolside was pristine and lonely.

“Did you truly need to go that far Delbert?”

“No! Pretty gruesome, wasn’t it? I don’t know why I took it down that road. I just hated the fact Hardesty was going to murder all of us. I might not be perfect Angel but I ... I never want to be a murderer.”

“Your soul is dark. Yet your heart has a sliver of light.”

“You sound like, Lucas Wright! I wonder what became of him in his android. Bible thumper like him I’m surprised he even agreed to jump into an android.”

“Life has a calling.”

“I agree! I bet Lucas starts a cult.” He laughed! “Alright! I need to get around.” Hoisting his body out of the pool the water refueled his body. “Semen up, Angel! I need as much in my tank as I can. I plan on filling Xena so full she’s oozing from every orifice.”

“Chlorine extracted through the soles of this unit’s feet.” Each step left the chemical behind. His body was dry in seconds, his hair perfect without any need to be combed out. Android perks! “The dresses we sent to Xena have arrived. Her mother signed for them.”

“Fill me in on Xena’s family. Besides Miguel who I’ve met.”

“Xena is an only child. Her parents divorced she was raised by her grandfather Miguel and her mother Milagros.”

“Intriguing name.”

“Milagros Armand-Martinez is quite young. She gave birth to Xena when she was just turning 15. Xena’s true father is Pedro Cortez who resides in Juarez Mexico. Milagros and her parents moved to the states in 2005. She married Eduardo Martinez, and he adopted Xena. Eduardo is a police officer in the Bronx but rarely sees Xena. Ah!”

“Ah?”

“Eduardo is a bad cop.”

“Go figure! Bad as in what? Drugs? Weapons? Bribes to look the other way?”

“All of the above it seems. A good portion of the department out of Fort Apache are on the take as humans say.”

“Interesting! None of our business unless it involves us someday.”

“Milagros divorced Eduardo due to it.”

“How do we know this? That’s personal.”

“Court filings that were redacted and hidden from public eye. Eduardo took everything. Xena was 18 at the time so there was no custody battle. This is why Xena and Milagros live with Miguel.”

“385 Duro Court! Let me guess, a rundown shit hole.”

“The neighborhood is quite rundown.”

“I say we upgrade the ladies and find Miguel a nice retirement home.”

“This will bring us into Eduardo’s world, Delbert. If he senses money, he will come for it.”

“Good! Then I mentally suggest he give Milagros everything she’s been deprived of. See, Angel? I’m a problem solver.”

“Thoughts! Garrett Ruby’s PsiNaps project! Perhaps a test run on the police department. You appear to want to be in charge of large amounts of people. Why not start by cleaning house.”

“Not the worst idea. We can mull that big move over further down the line.” He entered the main house and took a spiral staircase up to the master bedroom. Clothing was to be decided upon for his date tonight. A walk-in closet off the massive master bedroom was the size of three bedrooms, the dimensions at 36 feet by 30 feet. While most of the wardrobe belonged to Byron Cormorant, Delbert had gone shopping for designer clothes to fit his Gabriel Horne frame. Looking good was a necessity. Dapper meant eyes upon him. Those were a must.

A black pullover shirt with grey slacks, belt, and a matching sport coat were on his radar. No underwear beneath ever, Del rocked his slacks with that large definition between his legs. Shiny black shoes worn only once with black socks, added to the perfection. A Rolex watch and a gold chain about his neck ended his attire. “DEviLish if I do say so myself.” No need for cologne his android body mimicked the scent of choice by merely saying the brand. No body odor adopted like humans with sweat glands the man always smelled good.

Cellphone in his jacket for show only, he could tap into the phone service anywhere through his head. Wallet with a multitude of Platinum cards under Byron’s name and a fake ID he acquired through Byron’s contacts he had everything he could ever need. Whistling on his way downstairs he heard the front gate buzzer. Stepping to a keypad by the front door he checked the entry.

“Heather’s here to feed the animals. I give her access, so I don’t need to even greet her today. She’s trustworthy now that I’ve set her brain straight. Hell, she was likely always trustworthy. Probably the only trustworthy person Byron Cormorant knew.” Her truck entering, she went around the house to the back kennels and cages. “What the heck! She’s got feed bags to haul I can at least help with those.”

“Do not get your clothing dirty.” Angel reminded him.

“Shit! Yeah, I ... who’s the kid?” He spotted a teenager getting out of her truck then following to the tailgate.

“The young man is her husband’s nephew Brandon. Age 14!”

“Right! Help to unload the food supply. As long as he doesn’t get too close to the big cats.”

“Or the snake hut.”

“Heather’s a pro she won’t let him get too close.” Telescopic vision ending Del turned and headed for his 12-car garage. Byron had his own rides, but Del opted for style over vintage classics and a rugged man’s Jeeps. He had more cars in storage over in New Jersey. As if Delbert needed them. His own collection of stolen cars was adding up and to his credit his mind control prevented anyone looking for them. Besides that, Del had false documentation of purchases under Byron’s name. Plates in the mail! Holographic state tags for now suited him just fine. It was all under control.

“Bugatti!” He was undecided for all of thirty seconds before swagger pointed out the white Bugatti Centodieci worth $9 million bucks. Hopping in and starting it up everything including the garage door went into action via his android impulses overriding electronics. Pulling out he paused at the gate and backed up. Changing course, he drove around the estate and pulled up behind the old Ford F-150 pickup truck belonging to Heather Lance. Returning from a storage garage she spotted Gabriel Horne idling there with his window rolled down.

“Hey, Gabe.” She smiled brightly. Possibly not so brightly if she knew he had fucked her three times now since moving into Byron’s palace. No knowledge of Delbert’s mindwipe, nor sensitivity to any sexual activity to her body bruised on occasion or not, nothing concerned her. Her husband Justin also suggested into naivety worried less over the fact she often came home with a bright red ass.

“Hey, Gorgeous!” The stunning blonde stepped up to stand in front of him. “Coming or going?”

“Going! Cumming later!” He chuckled! “Who’s your hired help?”

“Oh! This is Justin’s nephew Brandon.” The boy seemed overly shy. “He’s staying with us for a month while his parents are on vacation over in Europe.”

“Hey there, Brandon. You like zoos?” He hid behind Heather. “Shy, is he?”

“It’s more than that I’m afraid.” She clenched her teeth, “Brandon is deaf mute since birth.”

“Ouch! Sign language?”

“Yes!”

Stepping aside she signed encouraging Brandon to say hello to Gabriel. Doing so he clung to Heather’s hip. While looking at Delbert/ Gabriel, the cad grinned and made his own sign of hello but adding his former question of liking the zoo. The boy smiled and signed yes. From there Delbert promoted clawing and biting actions then pointing at the kennels. Ending with don’t get too close he winked at the boy. Heather found Gabriel enchanting over knowing sign language. There was so much complexity to Byron’s nephew. Eavesdropping on her thoughts he couldn’t agree more.

“Hot date?”

“Laaaaatina!” He playfully worded his affirmation. While he wanted to talk dirty to her he chose to behave then realized something. “What am I thinking? The kid can’t hear me.” Waiting until the boy grabbed a tote of meat Del telepathically suggested that Heather show him her breasts. Del, NOT Brandon! Without care of the boy even seeing her she whipped her t-shirt and white lace bra up over her perky 36Cs. “Yummy!”

She beguiled him with her big blue eyes and kept her pose until he instructed her to cover up. “No more bras from here on out. Free spirit!” A playful flip of her tongue she reached behind her and unhooked it. Removing it while Brandon was carrying the tote away, she tossed it at Gabriel. “Much better! How’s the red ass?” No words spoken she unzipped her jeans and mooned him. “They need more color. Tell Justin to spank you extra hard tonight.” Jeans up and fastened she was mentally lured to lean inside his car window. A passionate kiss later he sent her back to work. Heather Lance began humming in a chipper mood, nipples stabbing out as she collected bags.

Backing out Delbert hit the road. He tossed her bra out on the highway.

Brandon could not stop looking at his aunt’s chest.

Especially considering her thin white t-shirt said POKEMON, the MON portion covered by what she was carrying. He sure got a Peek at chU! Sign language was more like hand stretches. Let the feeding begin!

Animals! Not Brandon!

Episode 15.1: Pali Shore

ISLANDROIDS: KOALA KINCAID and CYNTHIA BARBER

Daylight! Finally!

Indonesia! An uninhabited island known by the chain as Pali. Not tiny, not humongous! Four mountains, mostly jungle, caves, and a freshwater lake with a generous waterfall. Paradise? Possibly! While no one lived there it was obviously a dangerous place. A cruise missile fired from its interior said a lot.

“W-where ... am I? Is this heaven? I know I died.” Archaeologist Tallon Beck revived from being tranquilized by android induced chloroform to avoid him panicking in the six-mile swim from the Indian ocean to here. Body stiff from multiple bruises he sat up slowly. All he had for clothing were his button-down shirt, a wifebeater beneath it, and a pair of socks. “Birds and monkeys! Shit! Did a monkey steal my pants?” He realized he was lacking. “Wait! I was having sex with Megan Fox in the bathroom. Then everything went all nuts. Two explosions, I recall two. I ... I’m covered in giant leaves. Did I...”

“You’re awake finally.”

Painfully twisting to look behind him he spotted Cynthia Barber in the adopted appearance of photojournalist Tara Hamilton. Lying in the lapping waves it looked as if she were doing yoga. Not a scratch or bruise on her, even her hair looked amazing. “Remember me?”

“Cyntara! How could I not. What happened?”

“It’s just Cynthia. Call me Cyn, most people do. Long story, Mister Beck. We hope you can cope with the answers.”