I own a hot car, a cold can of Diet Pepsi, a muscular big toe but
I don't own the Matrix!
Jay is bored. He's waited all day long in the Twins' hauntingly empty rooms. His stomach is grumbling, he's hungry and irritated. Finally he hears the door open and walks toward the entrance to the Twins' suite of rooms.
Persephone stands in the doorway. She is more beautiful than he remembered, her long dark hair gleams, the swell of her creamy breasts contrasts with the red leather bustier she is wearing, the curve of her hips accentuated by the matching fitted red leather mini skirt.
Jay remembers her under him, pushing her ass against him as he took her against the Merovingian's car, desk, in the kitchen, anytime he wanted her.
He wonders if she still goes without underwear.
What is he thinking! This place reminds him of his old self, he feels like his old self. He wants what his old self wanted.
"God, help me, or I can't help myself." Jay prays. "I'm weak, you know how weak I am." Jay looks away from Persephone's even gaze. Her lips curve into a half smile.
"Welcome Aries. I hope the Twins made you, ah, comfortable." He hears the laugh in her voice and remembers waking up naked. She no doubt saw him carried in, or heard about it. Her voice brings back more memories, her come cries, her begging. "Jay you bad man, you dirty dirty soul" he thinks to himself, then looks up as he hears her clicking across the floor towards him.
"I've missed you Aries." Her hands touch his hands, then glide up his chest. He can feel his nipples harden as she steps closer and purrs "I missed you very much." She grabs his neck and pulls his face down for a kiss. He yields with a sigh and kisses her half-heartedly. She pulls slightly back, takes his lower lip in her teeth and bites it hard enough to bring blood.
"Ow!" Jay slaps her away from him. She lands on the floor at his feet, gets on her hands and knees and then looks up at him over her shoulder. The mark from his slap is a brilliant red on her face. Her back is arched; that and the corset make her ass look as round as a plump cushion.
"What is it with these people," Jay thinks, "somebody else had to fuck them before I showed up."
He reaches down, grabs her by her hair and drags her toward the orchid tank. He yanks her up, slams her face against the glass hard enough to make the tank shake, but not hard enough to shatter the glass, then pushes up her skirt.
She hisses with pain and excitement, braces her hands against the glass.
"You miss this, Persephone? You miss the old me? You miss me hurting you, you sick fuck, is that what you miss?" Jay doesn't have to fake the disgust he feels at her, at himself, at this place.
Persephone doesn't answer, she just moans and presses against him. He twists away from her, but not before she feels his semi-erection.
"Answer me, you miss this?" Jay growls in her ear.
"Yes, I miss this." Persephone's voice is rough with excitement. Her whole body is shaking.
"Well I don't. I don't want this life. I don't want to be the person I was. I won't be the person I was. I'm a Christian." Jay pushes her one last time, then walks away from her.
"A Christian? You? Aries a believer in God?" Persephone straightens her skirt as she laughs.
"I don't want you, I don't want this life, I want to go home." Jay turns his back to her.
"I could feel what you want." Persephone sounds amused. "Is it easier to find the innocence you enjoy to corrupt at church? I'm sure you're not there to find God."
Jay doesn't answer.
"You are there to find God? You are a fool. How boring of you."
Jay hears her walking towards him, then feels her embrace him from behind. She feels warm, smells faintly of sandalwood. She rests her head between his shoulder blades.
"And you feel guilt. You actually feel guilt, don't you? It's extremely unusual for a program to feel guilt." Her voice is filled with relish, like Jay has given her a rare treat.
"I must ask the Twins to let me watch them train you. You remember them, yes? They remember you." Jay has no idea what she is talking about. He is sure he would remember those two if he had seen them before, how many gorgeous young twin albinos could there be?
"You don't remember them? Well. I won't ruin the surprise." She lets him go and walks towards the door.
"The Merovingian is ready for you now. Follow me."
I don't own the Matrix!
Jay is bored. He's waited all day long in the Twins' hauntingly empty rooms. His stomach is grumbling, he's hungry and irritated. Finally he hears the door open and walks toward the entrance to the Twins' suite of rooms.
Persephone stands in the doorway. She is more beautiful than he remembered, her long dark hair gleams, the swell of her creamy breasts contrasts with the red leather bustier she is wearing, the curve of her hips accentuated by the matching fitted red leather mini skirt.
Jay remembers her under him, pushing her ass against him as he took her against the Merovingian's car, desk, in the kitchen, anytime he wanted her.
He wonders if she still goes without underwear.
What is he thinking! This place reminds him of his old self, he feels like his old self. He wants what his old self wanted.
"God, help me, or I can't help myself." Jay prays. "I'm weak, you know how weak I am." Jay looks away from Persephone's even gaze. Her lips curve into a half smile.
"Welcome Aries. I hope the Twins made you, ah, comfortable." He hears the laugh in her voice and remembers waking up naked. She no doubt saw him carried in, or heard about it. Her voice brings back more memories, her come cries, her begging. "Jay you bad man, you dirty dirty soul" he thinks to himself, then looks up as he hears her clicking across the floor towards him.
"I've missed you Aries." Her hands touch his hands, then glide up his chest. He can feel his nipples harden as she steps closer and purrs "I missed you very much." She grabs his neck and pulls his face down for a kiss. He yields with a sigh and kisses her half-heartedly. She pulls slightly back, takes his lower lip in her teeth and bites it hard enough to bring blood.
"Ow!" Jay slaps her away from him. She lands on the floor at his feet, gets on her hands and knees and then looks up at him over her shoulder. The mark from his slap is a brilliant red on her face. Her back is arched; that and the corset make her ass look as round as a plump cushion.
"What is it with these people," Jay thinks, "somebody else had to fuck them before I showed up."
He reaches down, grabs her by her hair and drags her toward the orchid tank. He yanks her up, slams her face against the glass hard enough to make the tank shake, but not hard enough to shatter the glass, then pushes up her skirt.
She hisses with pain and excitement, braces her hands against the glass.
"You miss this, Persephone? You miss the old me? You miss me hurting you, you sick fuck, is that what you miss?" Jay doesn't have to fake the disgust he feels at her, at himself, at this place.
Persephone doesn't answer, she just moans and presses against him. He twists away from her, but not before she feels his semi-erection.
"Answer me, you miss this?" Jay growls in her ear.
"Yes, I miss this." Persephone's voice is rough with excitement. Her whole body is shaking.
"Well I don't. I don't want this life. I don't want to be the person I was. I won't be the person I was. I'm a Christian." Jay pushes her one last time, then walks away from her.
"A Christian? You? Aries a believer in God?" Persephone straightens her skirt as she laughs.
"I don't want you, I don't want this life, I want to go home." Jay turns his back to her.
"I could feel what you want." Persephone sounds amused. "Is it easier to find the innocence you enjoy to corrupt at church? I'm sure you're not there to find God."
Jay doesn't answer.
"You are there to find God? You are a fool. How boring of you."
Jay hears her walking towards him, then feels her embrace him from behind. She feels warm, smells faintly of sandalwood. She rests her head between his shoulder blades.
"And you feel guilt. You actually feel guilt, don't you? It's extremely unusual for a program to feel guilt." Her voice is filled with relish, like Jay has given her a rare treat.
"I must ask the Twins to let me watch them train you. You remember them, yes? They remember you." Jay has no idea what she is talking about. He is sure he would remember those two if he had seen them before, how many gorgeous young twin albinos could there be?
"You don't remember them? Well. I won't ruin the surprise." She lets him go and walks towards the door.
"The Merovingian is ready for you now. Follow me."