Synthetic
Copyright© 2009 by aplgirl
Chapter 40
Science Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 40 - 'Renee is a young "synthetic human." Bought by a dominating man who sees her as little more than a sexual plaything, she struggles to retain her identity - and her determination to escape - as her free will dwindles away.' Note: Although there is both a story and romance in the tale, there is a lot of rape as well (and not the story rape where the victim likes the rapist/being raped; I find that sort of thing kinda ridiculous).
Caution: This Science Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft Ma/ft Ma/mt Consensual Romantic NonConsensual Rape Mind Control Slavery Heterosexual Science Fiction BDSM DomSub MaleDom Humiliation First Oral Sex Anal Sex Masturbation Petting Slow
The room was stifling, although the two officers didn't seem to notice.
Sawyer crossed one leg over the other, wishing they'd given him something besides a chair. At least a table meant he wouldn't be so exposed.
They're probably analyzing your body language with a program, whispered his mind. Don't fidget.
The younger man stared at him behind a reflective pair of glasses. He hadn't said a word since they'd escorted him from class, simply steering the boy by the shoulder to the station, then to a tiny room inside.
"What do you know of CISH, Lee?" asked the older man - Green, he'd said his name was.
The teen shrugged, fighting an urge to brush his hair from his eye. "I'm atheist," he said. A bead of sweat ran down his cheek. "I thought it was mostly Catholics."
"Mmm, not for ten years," said the officer. "It's 'Citizens, ' now."
"Oh." He tried to express some surprise, not sure how genuine he'd need to make it. He'd never been much of an actor.
" ... though I believe you already knew that," said the man. He glanced at his partner, a confirmation of some sort.
The younger one shrugged.
Green chewed his lip, then swung around to face the boy. "You've been visiting your doctor a lot, lately. Mary Colton."
" ... I don't see why-"
"We're looking for a synthetic," interrupted the man. "A girl." He turned to the wall, and a picture appeared upon it.
It was the slightly distorted image of an archiver. Renee's grey eyes were wide, and she seemed as tense as a loaded spring. It'd been over three months, and Sawyer's stomach still ached at the thought of her.
"Green," said the man in the corner, animation suddenly returning to him. "I think- no, wait. Nevermind. Sorry."
"What?" asked the officer.
The two exchanged a glance, and from the immobility of their faces, Sawyer could only assume they were connected with their transceivers.
And talking about him.
He felt his cheeks flush. "What is it?"
The ignored him.
"Hey," Sawyer said. He made as if to rise.
Green twitched, pulled out of the moment by the boy's questions.
"I didn't invite questions from you, Lee," he grunted, and waited until the boy had settled once more. He tapped the wall behind him. "The syn belonged to a man that lived less than one mile from you. She was last recorded in the building of Mary Colton, your doctor, and a member of CISH.
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