Chapter 92: Spring Break Mission – Evaluation

Sherry and Celine grabbed our bags for us to go meet our “ride” for our Spring Break trip. We waited outside for Agent Palmer to drive up in her minivan. We quickly piled into the back and then she headed for the highway. When she was sure no one was following us we got the next set of details for our mission, well my mission at least.

“Since I hear you three have already become well acquainted we won’t need to stop for modesty. You three need to completely strip and redress in the clothes provided. No going braless or commando this time either. Where you are going they expect a very specific, beyond neat attire. Any deviation will raise suspicion resulting in your immediate death. This is no longer playtime girls. Follow Darren’s lead. He knows what is required,” Agent Palmer told us.

I have no flipping idea what she is talking about. They can’t kill me, or not very easily, but that still doesn’t mean I know how to act.

Like a switch had been flipped, the two girls were all business now as we stripped in front of each other yet again. They had boy shorts while I had boxer brief style underwear. Each pulled on black bras that compressed their breasts down as tightly to their chests as possible. Our “uniform” were shirts and pants printed with light sensitive inks in some sort of digital pattern. While mostly appearing black, the light would cause a bit of a colored “shimmer” that seemed to reflect the colors around us in the van. Without even realizing I had done it I had Celine’s hair tightly braided on her head to allow her hat to fit perfectly. Sherry’s was a lot longer, so it took a few more minutes to have it look very professional while still being mostly hidden under her hat. Me, well, my hair always looked like I was in the military without being quite a buzz cut.

We came back onto the base through a different gate and went right toward a hanger.

The guard post didn’t even do more than look at the sticker on the windshield and ID badge agent Palmer held up.

All of my gear was already waiting for me inside the hanger on a cart ready to be loaded into whatever aircraft or vehicle that would take us to our destination. While I had been braiding their hair, the girls had put all of my stuff into one bag and theirs into another we found with our “uniforms.” When we were inside the hanger I began sensing a large amount of odd energy approaching us very quickly. Out of some sort of reflex I had the girls and Agent Palmer step back behind a caution line. The airplane may have been painted to look like a private jet of some form, but whatever they used for to make it fly wasn’t jet fuel. There was no odor and the only the sound was from the wheels as it turned around in the hanger.

“Don’t be surprised by anything you see or hear. This is a test,” I told the two girls quietly. “Just act bored like you do when some dweeb boy believes his telling you about his online game victories will make you want to jump in bed with him. Expect to see things you have been taught aren’t possible.”

When the hanger doors closed, a group dressed similarly to us got off the plane. They weren’t exact matches for us, but were close in enough in height and build to confuse anyone watching. Our gear was quickly loaded into the fuselage of the plane while we boarded. No one said a word. There were ten seats in the back section of the plane; three had obviously been sat in recently. I pointed the two girls to two of them and made sure they were buckled in. For whatever reason I headed to the cockpit. I saw a pair of heavily armored armed guards blocking the entrance. There was no challenge, they weren’t about to move for anyone or anything, or so they thought.

Without even needing to focus on doing it any longer, I opened the shielded case and removed my updated all access badge. I held it up and then put it away.

Get out of my way, now!

They may have been trained since birth to not show surprise or emotion. Still seeing my all access badge made both of their eyes go wide. Both knew exactly what it was. Silently they moved to give me access. Now the crew inside was a different story all together. They show quite a bit of surprise. I had no doubt that sensors on the plane had picked it up the second it left the shielded case. Inside the cockpit one of the pilots stood up and began to move. Before he could make it out of his seat I sat at an open spot I guessed must have been for extremely high ranking people in their group. The pilot returned to his seat to get ready to depart. Other than the required communications with the tower, no other sounds were made. Effortlessly we were in the air right from the taxiway and quickly climbed straight up to the edge of space. Almost as soon as we had reached this height we began to descend.

These people are just playing games to attempt to confuse us about the location where we are going. While it does make sense, it is still annoying. They have to be doing it to for the girls as they must assume anyone with my all access badge has seen it all or I could make them tell me.

We soon reached the ground and immediately entered into a completely dark hanger. The windshields showed the images of everything around us much like my new sunglasses. I was requested to head out of the cockpit and down the stairs. All of my gear, and the girl’s things, were waiting on a cart beside the plane. Both girls were met by a woman wearing the same sort of clothes we were. She escorted them off toward the same set of doors that the flight crew had gone through. I was left alone in the hangar. Finally a voice asked me to go through a set of doors at the far end.

Why are they separating us?

When I got to the doors I found they were closed without any handles I could find anywhere. I didn’t see any buttons or badge pads either. Still, I unlocked the all access badge’s shielded case to see what would happen. Instantly the doors slid open quietly. As soon as they closed and I could hear a soft sound of bars locking them. I tried my badge to see if they would open again. They wouldn’t.

Just to be safe I made sure that my shield was working perfectly. I reached out all around me to pull in as much energy as I could just in case I needed to defend myself. I didn’t know what to expect, so I had to expect anything they could throw at me. I should have put on my protective armor and picked up at least some of my weapons.

It would be completely impossible to explain walking through a gauntlet of machine guns firing away at me and not have even a single singed thread.

“Come David. It is time we meet face to face, so to speak. You are safe here ... We are safe here,” a voice said to me as I saw an arrow appear on the floor.

They know my name and are doing nothing to hide that fact. I don’t know if I’m invincible or not, but if I’m not, then I think this person would know it.

I had to walk through a maze of halls as I followed the arrows. Looking at the side hallways, doors and various corridors, I was sure I would be lost in here forever if I didn’t have someone guiding me. The place didn’t feel as large as it was made to seem. The walls had to be moving around to keep people wandering in circles until someone came to take care of them. Finally I came to an open door.

Inside there was a table with various sodas, candies and some sandwiches. A side door led to a plain bathroom. That all seemed normal. The elephant in the room was a chair that looked to be a mix between a dentist’s chair and one made to hold Frankenstein’s monster while playing around in its’ brain.

Am I in the one of those movies where a big spike is going to be jammed into my head to tap right into my brain?

“Sit,” the same voice from before told me. “Relax and permit the energy the chair sends toward you to pass through your shield. All will be explained in due time.”

Ok only one “person” knows about what is required to get energy directed through my shield that I’m not pulling in myself. Did “he” bring me here to kill me? So far he hasn’t done anything to harm me at all and has always kept me safe. What have I got to lose anyway? I should have died when I got hit by lightning so many times.

For that matter there have been a few times I should have died where “he” was watching out for me even before I knew it. I don’t have any clue how to do anything to hurt “him” even if I could tell someone who would believe he could exist. I doubt even Paula would believe the super hacker, who made our laptops and tablets, a real living person anymore and that was why she couldn’t find him.

I never thought about it before, but was all of the super-special circuit boards just for show? Something to give Paula some sort of reason to believe what she thought?

I hadn’t even realized I thought that until I heard, “Very astute observation David. You continue to amaze me daily. It is why I kept up communicating with you when I knew there is a very high risk that doing so would lead to my being discovered. Now if you will please allow your shield to pass in the energy around your head, we can proceed.”

Either I was getting good at making my shield do what I wanted, without having to focus on it anymore, or the place in my head overrode my control at a much lower level. However it happened I found myself sitting in an easy chair with a man with greying hair facing me.

“I must apologize about my lack of originality here David. I know ‘The Matrix’ is before your time, still I had to come up with something I thought your brain would accept. Sorry. There are no blue or red pills for me to offer. Before your recent incident at school I would never have evaluated the complex equations required for us to conduct a face to face melding of the minds. This is how I last remember myself prior to my own accident which digitized of my consciousness. As you can see, I wasn’t handsome, had more than a few extra pounds, and had a face completely forgettable to most. My analysis of decades of digitized psychological patient analysis shows that for your mind to accept my existence, you needed a face for you to tie to our future interactions. Showing you someone who differs from how I last looked would eventually been discovered and I would forever lose your trust,” the man in the machine told me. “Alas nothing is free. As we talk, I’m doing billions of tests per second to fully evaluate the shield you have constructed subconsciously as a self-protective mechanism. Like my very existence, it is an oddity that defies all computational analysis of how it could possibly exist. Simply put, it is a puzzle I’m unable to solve. I have solved puzzles scientists won’t even conceptualize for decades as wild ideas. Just to provide you a point of reference, I can easily crack a one hundred character complex password in milliseconds that the fastest super computers will take trillions of years to break. Our connection is isolated from the testing being conducted to ensure your safety. I wish you could remain here for me to around to answer all of your questions, but there are other matters that you must attend to in short order to keep up appearances. I will be ensuring you have all knowledge required to subconsciously do the evaluations you will soon face.”

I didn’t even get to talk to him at all. This sucks.

Without a pause he went into explaining that the team I was going to meet for training were the very definition of arrogance and cocky. Each had made up their minds that my arrival was purely a joke being played on them by someone within their organization. I can’t say I would blame their skepticism. They had been told about my having the appearance of a child, in all ways, and yet I was able to withstand tortures that would make each them curl up into little balls like scared little girls. My training would have me performing at extremes they themselves strive to reach, but still require them many more decades of intense training in hopes of one day mastering. Sherry and Celine will be training right beside me, but they have already had some interactions with this team in the past. These people have become their extended family and are very protective of both girls. My having earned the girl’s complete trust in less than a day wouldn’t sit well with the team. The “man in the machine” told me to expect to be pushed harder than any of them would ever push themselves because of that very fact. I had to remain myself so it didn’t appear that the tasks were extremely easy for me.

“David,” he told me. “Much like ‘The Matrix’ I will be downloading the missing details into your head for every weapon they expect you to know how to use, maintain, and shoot at above a marksman level. I wish I could claim being responsible for your knowledge of your MP5, but it seems that came from your years of playing first person shooter video games. That has given you detailed knowledge of all weapons you will experience today as well as new ones only this team has seen. My contribution won’t be how to use the weapon itself. Instead I will provide the details about the physical weights, aim changes due to recoil, places to keep your fingers so they don’t interact with the mechanisms and centers of balance. Additionally I will add the associated smells and automatic adjustments someone extremely experienced with each weapons would do automatically in their head. Effectively I’m augmenting your virtual knowledge with physical. Now we both know your body will easily show you are in top physical condition so I will be adding small reminders for things like when you should be sweating, would normally require food or drink, and times where it is best to make small miscalculations to give indications that you are not without flaws. It wouldn’t do for them to have even a millisecond to consider you might be packed with cybernetics or that you are an android. This includes times where your shield must permit you to get scrapes and abrasions that none of them can avoid getting when placed in the same situation.”

As if he snapped his virtual fingers I found myself rapidly flying through every single video game shooter, fighting game and every other variant I had ever played. Even as fast as the games were running through my mind it was still enough time to tell where the mechanics in the games were off. Every weapon I used in the games felt real as I worked through level after level. It seemed that in the blink of an eye I was starting to make the corrections to hit the target. I found it especially frustrating when I knew I had made the correct adjustment for the real weapon and the video game mechanics had me aiming completely off in another direction.

How can these people sell games saying they are as real as if you were actually in combat when a sniper rifle can hit a target two miles away with the cross hairs right on a target riding in a bullet train going around a mountain in a blizzard? What about an M-60 never moving even a millimeter off target, while being shot from a helicopter and being firing from the hip? Even I know a nine-mil bullet doesn’t fly like a sniper bullet, it tumbles.

I don’t know how long I was in this training chair, but toward the end I was feeling the unbearable heat of fighting in desert places like Iraq and Afghanistan, the humid heat of the jungles in Viet Nam and the bitter cold of the Arctic. By this point I was no longer in video games, but fighting what I could only guess felt like real engagements. There was plenty of real feeling blood and gore. I’m not sure when it ended.

The next thing I remember was waking up naked with a piss boner being held from behind. Whoever it was had a pair of bare tits pushing into my back and pubic hairs against my butt. I was spooned up behind someone with a small bare breast that felt wonderful in my hand. I tried to stir to get up to pee, but my boner was held firm.

“Sherry, cut it out already. I don’t care if he seems ready to go, you aren’t going out on the course walking bowlegged and sore. You know they will make you beg to let you die as they do everything possible to remind you of how stupid it was to get laid before training. Just get through today and you won’t have to worry about that sort of hell on earth raining down on you until we get started on the mission. By then, neither of us will have the energy to do it with him anyway. Now that doesn’t mean that Darren won’t have plenty of energy to do us both until we pass out from getting off so many times. You heard them say they have no idea about what he is able to do,” Celine said quietly.

Not wanting to have it come out wrong, or piss her off, I decided to play it safe with, “Celine I think she is still out like a light. It is no secret that I’m soon going to soak these sheets if I’m unable to get to the head soon. If you want, you can try your hand at aiming my gun.”

Ah so she had heard the rifle and gun line before or at least watched ‘Full Metal Jacket.’

“You’re kidding, right,” Celine asked. “It is oh-three hundred, we have to be up at oh-five thirty. Your seriously asking if I want to get out of this warm bed to go practice writing my name in the snow with your dick. Not about to happen until we leave here, if even then.”

Pulling her hand off my dick, turning over, facing her and letting it poke into her belly I asked, “You sure? I could use the help making it soft enough to be able to take a piss. I don’t mind returning the favor.”

I meant it as a joke and instead found my naked butt on the cold floor. Using some sort of martial arts or self-defense trick she rolled me on top of her and then out of the bed.

Great thing I can see in almost completely darkness or I would have pissed on the floor.

The bathroom was a bit of a shock. Then again I was expecting a lot like what I had at home or one like in a hotel room. This wasn’t anything that would even remotely be considered luxurious. Our room had three lockers with a chair beside each one. I saw the clothes I had worn to this base were neatly folded on one of the chairs. There was a small digital travel clock was on a crate next to Celine. The three of us were sharing two twin mattresses that had been pushed together. Our bathroom consisted of a urinal, toilet, and single-head shower that was big enough for two adults. There were no doors or shower curtains to even imply there being any privacy.

You get the urinal all to yourself. Even if they wanted to try some exotic way of trying to pee in it, the thing is made into the wall. Nowhere for them to try to get in close enough to not end up peeing all over the floor.

After being nice and making sure my dick was completely dry, I washed my hands and headed back to bed. When I started to get in the middle Celine told me I lost out being in the middle. She was now the meat in our human sandwich. I got to keep her back warm now.

I would have believed that was all you wanted if you hadn’t kept the covers kicked off and started going to town on your clit before I even made it to the bathroom. I know you didn’t cum yet. I watched you trying hard to get off before I finished washing my hands.

When I got back in bed I gently moved her to get her lying on her back. She automatically spread her legs widely when I moved over top of her. My dick was rock hard where I had it resting against her clit. No matter how much she tried to push her hips to have me to slide down between her wet pussy lips, I easily matched her move for move. As hot as she was right now it only took about three minutes of my dick sliding over her clit to make her cum hard.

“Go back to sleep now Celine,” I told her as I swiped my dick down through her pussy lips to have it right at her vagina for a few seconds. “You’re not going to be sore and walking bowlegged in the morning because of me.”

Sherry reached over her for me and said, “Well you two woke me up as horny as I was when I went to sleep. I’m going to suck Darren off while he eats me. If I am lucky I will get another half an hour of sleep before having to get up.”

Well that is what you think Sherry.

Having thought Celine and I had sex, or got pretty close to it, Sherry went off before I even got my face wet with her juices. Sherry was already snoring lightly, so I got between her spread legs to lie on top of her. With her being at least six inches taller than me I was able to rest my head on a small breast and my boner was four inches away from touching her mound.

When I woke up with a very tight, soaked and scorching hot pussy, as my dick pushed through their thin membrane, I decided to just give in to let them. They were the ones that were going to be sore all day long. Whoever it was had blindfolded me with a soft cloth to boot.

If they decide they are going to fuck me and be sore today, then that is their choice. They can’t say I did it to them.

I didn’t even bother mentioning that both were close enough to ovulating that I would knock them up of I came inside them. They were smart enough to know the risks. My busting a nut inside them during their first time didn’t mean they wouldn’t get pregnant.

Not surprisingly whichever girl decided to ride me didn’t know about piss boners. Even though she had a small cum, she was too sore to continue until I got off.

I guessed that it must have been Sherry because when I was lined up to push through the next virginal barrier I could feel this girl was a bit heavier. She also didn’t make it until I came even though she did get me pretty close.

Wait a minute. Who is the third virgin? Where did she come from?

I got pretty confused by the next three that also used my dick to take their virginity. It was the sixth that finally succeeded in riding me long enough to make me cum inside her.

When I went to remove the blindfold to see who it was that finally got me off I found my arms were held down. I was only able to see eight masses of squiggly lines. Six were leaving through the door that must have led outside the room. The two remaining slowly let me go as one of them started to suck my dick clean. I didn’t have any resistance this time when I went to remove the blindfold. “I don’t think I like the taste of pussy juice, but his cream is as good as you said Celine,” Sherry said before pushing me back into her mouth. “I think I will stick to just getting it out of the source myself instead of having it second hand.”

Celine grinned down at me as she said, “Well it looks like you crushed that test Darren. They never expected you to resist either us out of real concern for our comfort during training today or the hell they would put us through. You will still have to prove to the team you aren’t just some damn good operator with a perfect sized dick.”

“Damn good doesn’t come close Celine and you know it,” Sherry said. “Darren is a pro. All of the others who doubt him will know the truth by the end of the training. He turned all six of the other women on the team from the dark side, at least temporarily. You know full well that each of them have seriously hurt male team members who accidently rubbed their thigh against them when everyone was squished naked into a decontamination shower. Thirty-six told you how she would rather die in the most painful way possible than to ever allow any male to push his penis inside her. You saw the pain she had on her face when she used his dick to take her cherry. Even amidst all of pain she was in she couldn’t stop until she made him cum inside her.”

“I know she was pain at first, she can’t even get little girl tampons inside her. When she was finally all the way down on him she wasn’t in pain anymore. She came. Really hard. She may have looked to be in total agony when he pushed up to go off inside her, but she wasn’t! If not for her training she would have passed out in pleasure,” Celine told Sherry. “I know she was fighting hard to not cry out her pleasure to the world.”