Chapter 301: Speed Training Days

Time for a training day, or three.

Jasmine still looked at me like I had two heads as we walked into what appeared to be the offspring of a dojo and heavily padded cell in a mental ward. I could throw Jasmin as hard as I could at the wall, and at most, she might get a rug burn from the material covering the walls.

“I’m pretty sure that the hundreds of small computers build into the exoskeleton are programmed with all of the self-defense moves you’re about to learn. It will almost instantly detect my moving your body thought the technique we are practicing. Don’t fight what is going to feel like you have no control over your body because you won’t, at least at first. This exoskeleton has thousands of sensors to monitor every aspect of your body. It will know when there is resistance because your body isn’t flexible enough to do something. The staff sees every muscle you are using, blood flow, heart rate, and even the likelihood you will pee because your bladder is nearly full. I told her as I got her used to having my limp dick pushing against her back and resting down between her butt cheeks. “I’m going to help you get comfortable in the exoskeleton suit and how it moves when making just some basic moves that will help it learn the range of motion you have now. I don’t want you getting hurt as we move onto more advanced things.”

Yeah, right. It already knows exactly how much each part of Jasmine’s body will move before it does any damage.

Through my recently upgraded implant, I saw where the exoskeleton pushed against her skin up to where it looked attached to the base of her skull. A closer look showed me how anywhere the exoskeleton was contacting her body, it was attached. Tiny body-hair sized strings came out from the exoskeleton and pushed into where nanobots took a hair out of her body. Through those pores, the nanobots threaded lines into her body that the nanobots held tight as androids attached the exoskeleton. After verifying the suit’s placement, the strings fused to her bones with the bone-repair stuff. Others went to the spots where nerves stimulated a crucial area in her muscles. That section then slowly pulled on the strings to push tightly it against her skin. Along her spine, it placed half of the lines to parts of the nerves there too.

Calm down already. These are more than nanowires the way I am seeing them, I heard from the implant.

At the base of her skull, they ran the strings that connected to the bones alongside existing hairs. The nanowires went alongside follicles. With hundreds of hairs on that part of her head, she wouldn’t notice the hairs missing. They would grow back since because the follicle wasn’t damaged by the process. The place in my head then showed me how the nanowires slipped in through micro-sized holes in her skull. Each nanowire connected into specific areas inside her brain to collect exabytes of data and simulate nerve impulses to have her body react the way the man-in-the-machine’s computer AIs wanted.

Now that was nice of them. The man-in-the-machine’s machines tapped into Jasmine’s limbic system and the tiny spots in her brain that will make her cum, instantly, with no warning.

Having my dick pushed between her butt cheeks and the rest of my body pressed against hers, skin to skin, added to her arousal. I smelled her juices as I worked her through dozens of moves designed only to require the upper body. My implant sends me data that it was only giving a small amount of assistance to her movement speed. Most of the movement was the exoskeleton stimulating her muscles directly, the nerves along her spine, or triggered them in her brain. It only augmented her actions to correct her form. The biggest thing for Jasmine was how it was giving her little bursts of happiness when she relaxed to let her body move how the exoskeleton was triggering her muscles to do as directed, instead of fighting it.

When we took a water and bathroom break, I got a massive amount of data from my implant. Unlike when the girls wore the exoskeletons, and me to some extent, the AI finished processing all the data collected from me as I rebuilt Paula. They now knew precisely where to stimulate her muscles to teach her muscle memory in days instead of months. Since she didn’t have a place in her head like mine, it couldn’t download all of these moves directly into her brain. What it did do was ensure she had all the nutrients needed to store it in her short-term memory. During our breaks, Jasmine would take a quick nap to trigger her brain, moving those memories of these moves to her long-term memory.

“You are doing amazing, Jasmine. We’ve finished the moves that I’m going to teach you that only use your arms. We are going to eat, and then I’m going to help you focus. Even dressed, you couldn’t hide how desperately you want me to fuck you into next year. I bet you already thought it out and will just beg me to let you stay a bit longer so they can rebuild your hymen again,” I told her as I saw her look down and give me a small nod. “Well, there is something else this exoskeleton can do, but you won’t believe me. You will just have to experience it for yourself.”

Sitting down in a recliner, I pulled her back into my lap and reclined us both. Before she could react, or even the suit could respond, I had my legs and arms around hers, locking her in place so she couldn’t move.

“What the fuck are you doing, Darren. Let me ... AIIIIEEEEE! YES! YES! FUCK ME! TAKE ME! I’m going to cum again. GODDESS IN HEAVEN,” she screamed out when the sudden intense orgasm hit her.

She didn’t have the time to catch her breath long enough to do more than moan out appreciatively. The connections into her brain stopped her from getting wet and kept her from sweating. Once she didn’t have the energy to try to fight to get away or get me inside her, I released her arms and legs. I let one hand massage her clit, with her body reacting as it should, and the other on her still rock-hard nipple. My fingers took her over the edge a final time. I knew that it wasn’t even a tenth of the intensity of what the suit gave her.

“Better now?” I asked her. “Now you know another reason why I won’t fuck you. No matter how good I might be, you saw the difference between me and the magic the exoskeleton does.”

“If it will make me cum like that, I don’t think I want you to fuck me. But you are still going to cum inside me,” Jasmine told me. “You may have had to be the best you could to keep away from boys who wanted to fuck your ass. I had cousins, brothers, and uncles who wanted to fuck my pussy because I’m past the prime marrying age. I can suck dick better than any of the whores in town.”

Damn. Jasmin is one amazing dick sucker. Did it even take five minutes?

I had another meal while she had some shakes and a salad, then she had a long nap.

While she slept, I went to Gabriella’s room. They had finished most of the major repairs to her bones and organs. Their attempts to reconnect the severed nerves provide minimally successful. They needed me to fix the nerves as it was just not possible via even their advanced knowledge and capabilities. Whoever did the surgery wasn’t very happy about what that asshole paid them to do or why. The nerves only had a piece each nerve removed that was as large as needed to ensure they nerves couldn’t somehow self-repair or be able to send any information across the gap, however possible that might be. If only cut, the nanites could have stitched them together. Their mapping process somehow collected data from the cut sections that they said made them ninety-three point six-five percent sure they had the right part for each nerve.

The place in my head lowered your estimation by around six percent.

I long since quit trying to figure out how the place in my head did things. I could only watch as the place in a part of my brain harvested nerves from areas that her missing that nerve didn’t hurt anything. My best guess is that I got what I needed from the harvested nerves to rebuild the sections cut. I know I was seeing everything but wasn’t paying attention. I woke sometime later with Jasmine’s wet pussy grinding on my nose as she sucked my dick.

Not as intense as the suit gave her before, somehow, I knew it was better in her mind, so that was good enough for me.

Well-rested and no longer horny, she was all into moving to self-defense techniques that used only her lower body. Those took more work because I couldn’t just move her legs and feet with my own. My speed, combined with my hands, let me get her body moving how I needed, with some help from the AI controlling the suit. A snack, and then we were going through full-body techniques, but we split them up into upper and lower body parts of the moves. Those were harder to do that way, but whenever she was close to doing them correctly, she got the tingles promising an orgasm. The closer to perfect she got, the more pleasure the exoskeleton provided. When able to do it correctly, she got a little cum. As soon as she did it as fast as her body could, Jasmine came long and hard. Only the suit holding her body in place kept her from falling from the intensity. It took two more days before she awoke without realizing they removed the exoskeleton in her sleep.

I went to visit Gabriella as they let her slowly wake up.

Before she was awake enough to open her eyes, I heard Jasmine scream and then the sounds of fighting.

She is getting a good test of what she learned. No one is holding her back now.

Gabriella had a huge smile when she turned to the side to see me there next to her bed. She wasn’t sure what was going on, only that she needed to pee badly. I helped her to the bathroom, and that was when she found out something was different, just not what.

I removed my clothes, slipped between her legs, and started to eat her. My tongue told me that her cherry was still pending reconstruction. When her clit was too sensitive for me to continue licking, I moved up her body. Her eyes told me that she needed not to say a word to let me know what she wanted. Gently, as I later learned that the asshole never did even when younger, I had my dick slowly stretch open her very tight hot springs. We both sighed when my pubic bone pushed against her clit. I started slowly working her through her first orgasm since the bastard had her nerves cut. Once it hit, I didn’t need to wait on her velvent water slid to stretch for me to fuck her like an eight-thousand RPM piston. She stayed soaked, as she has said happened before, so I never slowed down as my dick rubbed on her g-spot. Gabriella thoroughly enjoined every climax, but when I buried my dick inside to her fill her pussy with cum, she went wild. Her body had so much energy she lifted us off the bed with each surge of pleasure through her body. We didn’t stop, and each time I came inside her, Gabriella seemed to have super-human strength. Finally, she just has no more energy reserves to cum again.

“The special nurses told me that Jasmine did outstanding learning how to protect herself and deserves to feel the pleasure you gave me. They promised to repair her cherry so that she can be with you and have it still to give to the one she wishes when she wants. Please don’t deny her these pleasures,” Gabriella begged. “If anyone I know is more deserving of sex with you, it is her.”

What I didn’t know, and the androids decided now was a good time to tell me, is that Jasmine ripped off the penis of one of the android attackers. It was a dildo covered in their artificial skin. She used that to pop her cherry and fuck herself with it until she passed out. Using the few of the nanowires left hidden in her hair, their best analysis is that her orgasms during training were unique because it happened when I trained her. She would remember those forever. Sex with me over the next day, or two, would be just that, sex. A long, hard, human dick in her tight pussy, bringing her the pleasure her fingers and android dildo dick couldn’t. I would cum inside her quickly and often, just not give her very fertile pussy any sperm. They did caution me that if I had sex with her after this, it would be something else to her entirely. Both girls were having their virgin barriers reconstructed before we left. Each knew that it was a gift to them that they weren’t to give to any guy until they were sure he was worthy. They enjoyed sex with me, had me cum inside them both, and now they knew how sex was supposed to feel.

Jasmine didn’t seem to get the memo. We fucked like rabbits all over the place.

She finally rested in my arms and said, “Darren, I’ve told them I don’t want my cherry repaired. My family wouldn’t question that the repair happened to make me still able to find me a good husband. I’ve thought about this for years before you ever knew the world in which your parents did business. I spent time talking to the best head doctors here about this when you were with Gabriella. They said that I’m not just horny or off in some spoiled princess fantasy world. I showed the maturity of a woman. This decision is mine as a woman. My parents have no ground upon which to argue after failing to stop the actions of my brother, even knowing he is the one that had it done to me. I told my mother I never wished to marry when I was a small child. She told me one day I would after I’ve grown up. I pull my weight in the family business, at least where they don’t say a girl can’t do that task. As far as our world goes, I’m grown-up. I’m an old maid. You helped Gabriella because she needed someone to help her. I didn’t need your help. I was doing fine by myself, and you know it. Still, you brought me to this amazing place with these amazing people who made sure I was better physically than before my brother’s goons kidnapped me. None in our world would spend the money it must cost and not expect something in return. Well, none but you. Without question, you will forever be in my heart and welcome in my bed. Sure, I will miss you as a friend and a lover, but never my boyfriend, fiancé, or husband. What I do want you to be is the father of my child or children should you wish to stop back by to help give me another. They will have my last name, and only those who must know will know they are yours. Your friends tell me that they ensured they protected Gabriella and me from pregnancy as we satisfied our sexual needs with you. Now I’m ensured if we have sex now, your sperm will find the egg in my fallopian tubes awaiting fertilization. Please, help me create a new life.”

I connected to the implant and polled the AIs here. They were confident that this is what she wants.

We spent the rest of the day and into the night trying to get her pregnant. While I knew she was pregnant before she came the first time, I didn’t let that stop us from finding all the ways two people can have sex. Gabriella was lonely, so we then explored all the ways two girls and a guy can all have fun together. The androids had cleaned out Gabriella’s uterus to fix some scarring that would prevent her from being able to get and stay pregnant. She wouldn’t be fertile for a month or so.

After showering and eating, we dressed for us to return to their home. Both were glowing. It was the happiest either could remember being in a long time. Our flight back was on a private jet. After landing, we went outside to wait on the car sent to take us to their home. Gabriella saw something in one of the shops, so Jasmine waited for us. I didn’t take more than a few minutes to pay for the item and go outside. In that time, some goons arrived specifically to drag Jasmine off to do to her what they had the last time since her brother hadn’t been able to call them off. Their mistake.

For goons, these guys must not have come cheap. While not dressed in Italian suits, they dressed well enough that no gave them a second look or showed any concern for their safety. All five of them very well built, as expected. They made two big mistakes in attacking Jasmine here, of all places. First was that they didn’t have a clue who I was or that I wasn’t far away. Their second mistake didn’t require me to do anything except put my arm protectively around Gabriella and watch the bystanders using their phones to capture everything.

Jasmine’s speed wasn’t as fast as with the exoskeleton, but she was more than fast enough for these clowns. Using an expression my father said, when I was younger, they looked like they were trying to catch a greased pig. This greased pig hit back. Her muscle memory and her remembering the various defenses and counter-attacks had all five down on the ground. They weren’t going anywhere except jail, the hospital, or if Jasmine’s father found out the morgue. Our car was waiting at the curb when Jasmine walked over to us. Her quick, efficient moves barely caused her to break a sweat.

I see that the driver called ahead. Those aren’t the local police arriving to collect the five goons.

Jasmine was in the car, and Gabriella was about to slide in beside Jasmine when I saw it. It was only the faintest glimmer of something from the back of the next to the top floor of the parking garage. My reflexes shoved Gabriella into the car and slammed the door. My shield moved the bullet to the side so that it hit the side window instead of where it would have hit Gabriella. The driver had his primary concern, Jasmine, in the car when the bullet hit the bullet-proof glass of the window, he sped away. The shooter took five quick shots at the car as it tried to get out of the traffic around the airport terminal.

I’m not letting this asshole getaway.

Maybe it was arrogance or overconfidence that his suppressor lowered the noise of his shots to well below the general din of the parking garage. Either way, they were moving toward the side nearest where the car was fleeing to take more shots. They didn’t get the chance.

A kick to their masked head knocked them hard in the pillar next to them. I caught their rifle and slammed it so hard into the support above them that pieces of it flew everywhere. Still holding onto the gun barrel gave me the projectile I needed to hit into the person who got out of a nearby car to pull a gun on me. It smashed them back into their vehicle. Both were dazed, so I had no problems using their belts to secure them so I could get some answers, but that was going to be somewhere else.

Putting them both in the backseat, buckled in for their safety, from me, I headed toward Jasmine’s house. I ignored what the man was whispering to the woman in Russian. If I wanted, I could have heard them, but that didn’t matter all that much. How the place in my head routed me, I arrived less than a minute after the girls. Security surrounded Jasmine to take her into the house. Gabriella hurried behind them, but they weren’t doing anything to protect her.

I got both of my captives out of the car and practically carried them into the house. Ignoring everyone, I took them into the first room I could find, secured them with some handy ropes holding the drapes, and then proceeded to pull off their masks.

“Curse all you like in any Russian dialect or variant you want, I understand every word,” I told them. “Now, why don’t you clear something up for me and tell me why you were taking shots at the girl waiting to get into the car? For the record, you are a piss-poor sniper.”

The loud Russian curses brought in the head of this family, his still black and blue son, random family members, and then, finally, Gabriella. Of course, Dickhead tried to take control of Gabriella only to scream out in pain like a little girl. When the two shooters saw her, they started fighting their bonds as they screamed out while trying to get loose.

“That bitch killed my precious Gabriella. It took us years to find this cunt. Today we get a call that tells us where we can find her to get justice,” the man yelled in the local language.

In Russian, his wife said pretty much the same things.

Seeing the opportunity to put some nails in a few coffins, I grabbed that man’s cell phone and called back the last number, well the only one that had ever called his phone. Guess what? Dickhead’s phone rang with that very distinctive ring tone. I saw Gabriella’s face turn red, and then she proceeded to take out her years of pent-up anger on Dickhead. No one tried to stop her or defend him. She only stopped when she was tired of beating the unconscious asshole.