“Could you please let me finish a sentence without interrupting, Ms. Mills?”
“Probably,” I say.
“We’re going to alter your memories,” he says. “You will have full access to them at the end of the mission, but while it is in progress we may have to make adjustments from time to time. Do not worry, you will be under the supervision of our handling team, who will be making edits to your memories on the fly.”
“Oh. Good.”
“Yes,” he says. “You’ve already consented to this upon signing up for the position, and you’ve already signed away memory rights to the Zeal Corporation, so we won’t be taking questions on that front.”
“Oh, we won’t?”
I think about running away and escaping before I get put into the middle of an operation to help corporates sell women illegally, but also sort of legally.
“The remuneration for this mission will be generous,” he says. “It comes with full retirement.”
I stop thinking about running away. Nobody gets full retirement anymore. Cost of living means that just getting through any given week without your subscription to life lapsing is a big achievement for most of us. The notion of being allowed to survive until our very own bodies decide to stop is a real luxury.
“You mean I am going to get paid to get old and retire, right? Not that you’re going to put a bullet in me and call that retirement?” I give a nervous jovial laugh.
I get one back from Mr. Brown. “Wow. That would be crazy,” he says “Anyway. The memory alteration will take place tonight, while you sleep. For now, we’re going to insert a chip in your skull that will allow us to tamper, I mean, moderate your memories wirelessly when you’re within our territories.”
That’s what happened in the very, very beginning. Then I went and hooked up with the mercenaries, but I fucked up the mission because I kept trying to save the women. And I kept… oh… that’s right. Fucking the mercenaries way too good.
A wave of hotness comes rushing back over me as memory after memory comes to mind.
In one, my pussy and ass are wrapped around Sharp’s cocks. His big, scaled hands are gripping my hips, holding me in place as he drives inside me.
“You are such a pretty little pet,” he praises me. “Such a good girl. Are you going to take my mating seed?”
In another, Boss slides his cock into my pussy, stretching it lewdly wide. I let out a plaintive wail of arousal as he claims my body for his own. Kronos helps muffle my cries by pushing his cock into my mouth, his fingers stroking my hair lightly and sweetly, comforting me as I am roughly mated.
I love them so much. They are my heroes. They are so strong, so handsome, and so incredibly capable in every regard. I cannot wait to spend the rest of my life bearing their babies.
“That’s it,” Kronos says. “Take those cocks, pet. You’re such a hungry little pet, aren’t you? So desperate for our seed. You’re going to swell with our baby, pet. You’re going to be our good little fuck mate.”
“Ahem.”
Mr. Brown clears his throat back in the present day.
“Sorry,” I say, trying not to blush too furiously. “Just getting caught up internally. Did you say something?”
“Take a few minutes,” he says. “Let me know when you’re ready to continue.”
I get more memories back. One with him in it, actually, after the first time I was returned to Zeal headquarters. I didn’t run away from my mates like they thought I did. I was abducted back home in shame after trying to save the women being sold.
“You’re not supposed to be fighting for human liberation,” he’s lecturing me.
“I’m not?”
“No. You’re going to be removed from service. Don’t worry. We’re redeploying you into the club system. You’ll be shifting tracking pills under the guise of drugs.”
“But what about my mates…”
“You were not sent to space to fuck aliens. You were sent to bring them to justice.”
“Oh. Sorry. I forgot.”
“I know. You needed to be kept from knowing your own will, but we did not imagine you’d go this far off-spec. Don’t worry. You won’t remember anything you were doing before this. We’re giving you a fresh start, and a blank slate.”
