Chapter 295

Who Is Who

It was the next day. Sheila and Hanna were still out. It was a busy night.

"Cameron said she wants us back in a few hours at the Resistance base." Hanna said.

Sheila hoped it wasn't about their actions during the night. She knew sometimes they didn't like the way she did things.

"Everything we did was a righteous termination." Sheila said.

Sheila knew she `'crossed the line' a few times. It was because her earlier interaction with the three men went by so quickly. She felt they were insufficiently punished for what they did to the 'street walker'. She never even got to use her knife on them. She made them suffer some, but it wasn't enough. She should have worked on them a little longer. They needed to go back and check on the female who was dumped in the street.

Hanna watched Sheila take it too far a few times. She didn't really care. She was upset the way the female was dumped in the street earlier as well. The men who picked her up didn't have any right to abuse her and hurt her, just because they wanted to.

"You did push it a little bit." Hanna said. "I don't have a problem with it."

Sheila didn't want to dwell on what was past. What was done, was done.

"We need to move on." Sheila said.

Sheila pulled up and parked on a side street. They already drove by the location twice. Once was last night, and once was earlier this morning. Everything still looked the same.

They expected it to be another soft target. So far all of them were. No one knew what a Terminator was when they encountered one. By the time they realized they were dealing with something which wasn't human, it was too late for them to do anything about it.

Hanna didn't want to get sloppy. There were still a few more things they needed to take care of.

"I'll take the back." Hanna said.

She knew Sheila liked to 'play' with the 'marks' sometimes. Depending upon the situation, it could be quite amusing at times. If the brutality and savagery weren't so extreme, some of the situations were almost funny. She didn't think there was anything funny about death, or termination.

Sheila smiled. She walked up to the front door. She was going to slam it open and walk inside.

The front door opened as she approached. There was a portly man inside wearing only his underwear and a 'wife beater' tee shirt. He looked like a slob. The man looked somewhat indignant.

"It took you long enough." The man said.

Sheila tilted her head slightly. She wanted to know more. She figured she better see who he expected before she terminated him. There could be more targets.

He looked Sheila over for a moment. He seemed very displeased. What he looked at, wasn't what he 'ordered'.

"I told them I wanted a blonde this time." The man said.

Sheila wondered what was going on. There was obviously some elicit behavior on the part of the 'mark'. She was ready to hear a little more.

"Hello, to you too, mate." Sheila said.

The man looked at Sheila for a moment. He was surprised by her accent. It seemed to make it matter a little less she wasn't a blonde. He leaned forward and looked around outside. Sometimes there were two of them.

"Is there anyone else?" The man asked. "Is there a blonde with you?"

Sheila wanted to get Hanna into the mix. It wasn't often the 'mark' invited them inside because he thought they were someone else. He probably didn't even realize he was going to be a victim of his own sick fetishes.

"I have a redhead friend who will work." Sheila said. "She's a natural redhead too."

The man frowned slightly. He wanted a blonde this time. He figured the redhead would work as well. He liked the fact she was a natural redhead.

Sheila moved her top slightly so a breast with a nipple ring popped out.

The man's eyes widened. Right now he didn't care about the blonde. What he viewed turned him on. He wondered what other piercings she might have, and where they were. With his new level of excitement, he felt he was somewhat rude earlier. He wanted to try to explain himself. He didn't want things to start off on the wrong foot.

"I'm sorry." The man said. "You're beautiful. You were just different from what I expected. I was told something different would happen. You'll do just fine. I really love your jewelry."

Sheila smiled. She didn't want the man to dwell on hair color or skin pigmentation. She was aware when someone got down to business, things weren't too much different, even if they were.

"Once you get past the curtains, they're all the same inside anyway." Sheila said. "I know from personal experience"

The man lightly moistened his lips. The thought of what she said excited him immensely. He would like to watch her as she performed some of her 'personal experience'.

Sheila moved past the man and into his house. She wanted to take a look around and see who else was there. She didn't want any surprises when she made her move. She still wanted to see how things were going to play out.

The man took one last look around outside and closed the door. He threw several deadbolts to secure it.

Sheila knew Hanna should be able to pick up her conversation through her com.

The man looked Sheila over again. It didn't appear as if there was anything under her street clothes, nor did she carry some type of backpack or bag.

"Where's your outfit?" The man asked. "Everyone normally wears black leather."

Sheila tilted her head slightly. She was very intrigued now. She wondered what everything was all about. When things got messy, she didn't like to get blood on her clothes if she could avoid it. Sometimes it upset the next person they would visit if her clothes were already bloody. When she wanted to get 'personal' with someone, and leave them with a lasting impression of what was done to them, she took off her clothes. It seemed she would do the same thing here.

"I work naked." Sheila said. "Outfits are for amateurs. I like everyone to see what I have to offer. I believe if you have it, you should flaunt it. I like to flaunt it."

The man's eyes widened. He really regretted being disappointed earlier. Who needed a blonde when the chick who was there now was totally hot.

"Let's get started." The man said.

He led her to a room. There were various forms of restraints and torture devices.

Sheila briefly wondered if he was going to use them on her. It wouldn't matter if he did. She would be able to easily break them and free herself.

The man looked over his collection of restraints.

"Get me tied up first." The man said.

It wasn't what Sheila expected to hear. She viewed images about what was to unfold where they were at right now. She actually liked the idea. She would look into getting a black leather outfit as well. She believed the other girls would find it as intriguing as they did intimidating. She turned her attention to the man.

"Strip…." Sheila said.

The man stripped.

Sheila could see he was very small. She actually thought it looked quite pathetic. Hanna communicated to her she was at the back door.

"Hold on a few seconds." Sheila said.

She looked around the house real quick and came back into the room. The house was clear. She also opened the door so Hanna could enter.

Sheila stripped off her clothes in front of the man. She stepped forwards and slapped him moderately. She watched the way a dominatrix worked. They were usually somewhat cruel and brutal. The pain inflicted was real, even if it was moderate..

"Who said you could look at me?" Sheila asked. "If you want something from me you're going to have to beg for it. As a matter of fact, I think you're going to have to trade something for it."

The man hung his head. He knew his place in front of his 'master'.

"I'm sorry, Mistress." The man said. "I must be punished. I will trade whatever you want."

Sheila slapped his behind hard.

"Get on the table." Sheila said.

The man climbed up on the table. There were restraints on it.

"Hook yourself in." Sheila said.

The man hesitated. He wasn't used to doing it himself.

Sheila moved forward and struck him moderately again.

"Do you want me to break something?" Sheila asked. "Don't lollygag you're given instructions."

The man quickly secured his feet and one of his hands.

She secured his other hand.

She leaned over him. Her nipple rings hung right above his face.

The man swallowed hard.

Sheila looked down at the man's waist.

"Does that pathetic thing work?" Sheila asked.

The man looked somewhat embarrassed. He let things go too far one time.

"No." The man said. "A year ago another Mistress used a 'burdizzo clamp' on me. It was what I asked for. I didn't think she would do it for real. She did. It helped relieve a lot of my frustrations after a couple of months. I'd do it again if I could."

Sheila saw Hanna was in the doorway now into the room. The man couldn't see her.

Hanna heard the conversation and wondered what was going on. She was even more surprised to see it all first hand. It was right up Sheila's alley of perversion. She hoped Sheila didn't set up the equipment somewhere else. She understood the fantasy needed to be in the 'mark's' mind for it all to work.

The mark was a future Gray who tortured Resistance prisoners for information. The strange part was, the described set up is what she looked at right now. There were several age-old devices for restraining people in a public way. There was a pillory and stocks. It was clear the man was mentally deranged. She knew he was a deviant of some form. His behavior in the future was too.

She watched as Sheila teased the man and said things to him. She slapped him often.

It was clear Sheila injured him by the black and blue marks as well as blood from some of the hits.

Strangely enough the man seemed to enjoy it all. He continued to ask for more.

Hanna watched Sheila carry out the 'torture'. She wasn't sure exactly what to call it since it was what the man continued to ask for.

Sheila was a little surprised at what she saw happen a little lower.

"What's that?" Sheila shouted. "What the Hell is THAT?"

The man tried to look down at his waist. His portly belly was in the way.

"I'm sorry. It still happens sometimes." The man said. "It only lasts for a few seconds."

Sheila looked angry.

"I'll take care of it." Sheila said. "I can guarantee it will never happen again."

The man looked scared but excited.

"Do what you want." The man said. "I should be punished for losing control."

Sheila moved towards him.

The man and Sheila established a 'safe word' before the session started. Sheila picked - 'Gray' for the word."

The man saw her eyes glowed red.

It got him off. It was the first time in eleven months. Not much happened. He was as pleased as he was excited. He understood he needed more physical abuse during the sessions. He wasn't quite sure how she made her eyes glow red though. When he saw the knife in her hand, he thought it was time to wind things down.

"Gray." The man said.

Sheila busted him up instead. The reminder of what he was in the future was all she needed to remember.

He went to scream, but Sheila stuffed his underwear in his mouth so he couldn't. She went to 'work'.

He withered around and thrashed around in the restraints he helped put himself into.

Sheila was satisfied with the way things played out. It was the first time a mark wanted to be abused. She was pleased she was able to fulfill his fantasies, even if he didn't want her to. Her work there was done.

"Let's go." Sheila said. "We need to get back to the base."

Sheila dressed while Hanna ripped the gas line loose from the stove. Sheila lit a candle and set it on the pillory. They left the man thrashing about and closed the door to the room. The rest of the house would fill with gas. Eventually enough would seep into his room to be ignited by the burning candle. There should be an explosive fire.

She was a little concerned about the extreme nature of everything which occurred. It wasn't anything she wanted to try to explain to anyone.

"Let's leave this one out of the report." Sheila said.

Hanna already planned to do so.

"I doubt anyone would believe it unless they saw it." Hanna said.

They were a block away when the house exploded.

Cameron sought out Savannah. She always made sure she kept Savannah informed about everything. She was a young adult now. They could discuss anything and they often did. She was also aware she didn't lie to Savannah like she did with everyone else. Savannah always wanted the truth no matter what it was. Savannah never got angry at her, or was mean, or rude to her. Savannah accepted her with all of her shortcomings, just as she was, as herself. It was a very reassuring feeling.

She wanted to talk with Savannah. She explained there was going to be another cyborg like her now who would be called Cam. She wanted to be open with Savannah about why it was being done and the fact Vanna was lonely. She explained they considered using the name Cammy at first.

Savannah was a little disturbed by the revelation.

"It's the name I call you." Savannah said. "You're Cammy to me."

Cameron didn't think Savannah needed to worry about anything.

"Vanna said she wanted to save the name for you to use in the future…." Cameron said. "I know you'll be able to tell us apart."

Savannah needed to dwell on what Cameron just said to her and about HER future, HER 'Cammy'. She was lonely too sometimes…. She was older now and her hormones were running wild. She knew what other girls her age were doing…. She was trapped there. She didn't have the same 'opportunities' as they did. She wanted what Vanna shared. She was Vanna, and Vanna was her. She didn't know how to explain it to Cameron about what she felt and what she wanted. No, it was more than that. It was about what she needed….

As they spoke, Ally arrived with Cam. They were both fixed up nicely.

Savannah looked at them for a moment. She extended her right hand out to Cam. She was impressed about how everyone looked.

"I'm pleased to meet you, Cam." Savannah said. "You're very beautiful."

Ally and Cam looked at each other. Savannah correctly identified them.

"How do you know it's not Ally?" Cameron asked. "They look identical. They all look identical to me right now."

Savannah smiled at Ally.

"I know what Ally looks like." Savannah said to Ally. "Hi, Ally."

Ally knew everyone mixed her up with Cameron sometimes, but usually it was with Allison.

"Hi, Savannah." Ally said. "To everyone else we look the same."

Savannah smiled at all three of them.

"I'm not - everyone." Savannah said.

Savannah knew her future. She knew what every 'Allison' or 'Cameron' would look like. She knew what awaited her in the future…. The trouble was, the future would take too long to get there. She needed more now.

Holly and Allison arrived a little later.

Allison looked at Cameron, Cam, and Ally.

"Is this some kind of a joke?" Allison asked.

Allison was unsure if she should laugh or be angry.

Cameron, Ally, and Cam all looked at each other.

Cameron tilted her head slightly. She looked a little uneasy.

"No." Cameron said.

Allison could see they were perplexed by her reaction.

"I get it." Allison said. "It is like the three monkeys - hear no evil, speak no evil, and see no evil."

Holly didn't look very happy to see three of 'Cameron'. She was worried any of them could take Allison from her.

John and Sarah walked up.

They looked at the four nearly identical girls standing side by side.

"I don't even want to know." Sarah said and left.

John was at a loss for words. He wished his mother would have stayed.

Sarah looked back once and continued to walk away.

"I'll let you handle this one." Sarah said.

Holly made Allison look Tight before they left Palmdale. It was what Cameron instructed her to do. She didn't know why at the time, but it all made sense now.

John looked at the four of them. It was obvious he couldn't tell them apart. He figured there was no way out of this one, so he might as well ask it.

"You've got me on this one. Who is who?" John asked.

Savannah wanted to have some fun with John. She knew he couldn't tell who they were.

"Can't you tell, silly?" Savannah asked.

The girls all jumped in on the fun.

"Pick one and start with her." Allison said.

"Or two." Cam added.

"Or all four." Ally said.

John looked at the four of them. Three were very amused, and one wasn't.

"I'll pick the one frowning at all of this." John said. "I'm sure it's not the reaction she intended to happen."

He took Cameron's hand.

Savannah didn't think it was very hard to identify who was who. She thought she should let Cameron play out whatever she was going to do with John. It was probably best if there weren't any outside influences there. She focused her attention on John.

"See, you knew all along, silly." Savannah said as she went off to study.

'You won't have any trouble telling me apart from them.' Savannah thought.

As she passed Allison they shared a long glance. They both 'felt' something. It was something which started a few times but quickly stopped. This time is different. It was clear there was something they both wanted.

Savannah kept going but stole another look at Allison; she felt a 'hunger' within her.

Allison did the same thing…. She saw 'her Savannah' from years ago in Savannah. She could feel her heart pounding.

Savannah knew Vanna and Allison were 'separated', at least for now. She also knew Allison was EVERYTHING she wanted in a friend, a Special Friend. She couldn't think of anyone better for the thing she wanted to try. Well, except for Cameron.

John looked at all four of them. He wasn't sure who the 'new girl' was. They were all Tight, even Allison. He really wished Savannah would have stayed around. He was sure he needed an ally right now.

"So what's the new girl's name?" John asked.

John looked at Ally.

Cam was down a couple.

"My name is Cam." Cam said as she giggled.

John moved his gaze over two girls and held out his hand. It was clear he blew it.

"I'm pleased to meet you." John said.

Cam took his hand.

Allison liked to stir things up.

"How are you going to spell that word?" Allison asked. "Is it as 'meet' or 'meat'?"

Cameron developed an even bigger frown now.

John noticed. For once he was happy to see Cameron's sour face. He knew Cameron's new look as well.

"At least I can tell who Cameron is." John said.

Ally still wanted to mess with him.

"Are you sure?" Ally asked.

John felt he knew something they didn't.

"I think so." John said. "Cameron was 'different' last night."

Allison quickly looked at Holly. She didn't look pleased.

"Oh, brother…." Allison said. "Did you tell them about yesterday…?"

Holly remained silent.

Allison was more upset than embarrassed.

"Did all of you?" Allison asked. "Did you all use a razor last night?"

She was met with three smiles. Cameron, Cam, and Ally all shrugged their shoulders.

"A new look helps keep up everyone's interest." Ally said.

Allison noted John quickly slipped away. She knew he was 'afraid' of the four of them, especially together like they were in the current setting.

Holly felt she protected Allison with the updated information to the others. Cameron previously told her she needed to be able to step in at any point in time to protect Allison, and assume her place if the situation ever arose.

"One of them may need to replace you in an emergency." Holly said. "It's important everyone is identical."

Allison was ready for the next step. She really liked the way Vanna looked.

"Well, girls, why don't we all make it permanent?" Allison asked. "If Holly didn't do it for me, it would be too big of a hassle. She never nicks me either."

Holly looked like she would rather be somewhere else now too.

Ally and Cam both agreed to make it permanent. Cameron said she may need to replace Future Allison at some point.

Allison didn't see it as a problem.

"Just blame it on radiation if anyone asks." Allison said. "I doubt anyone who ever 'saw you' down there would be alive for long afterwards."

Cameron would think about it. It always seemed to please John. She liked when John was happy. If John wasn't happy, he might send her away, again. She noticed her hand started to glitch. She wanted to keep John happy.

"I'm in." Cameron said. "How about you, Holly?"

Holly was thrilled with the prospect. She didn't think Allison was careful enough when she assisted her. She was glad the nicks healed rapidly and left no scars.

"If it's what Allison wants…." Holly said. "I'll do anything for her."

Allison was happy to hear it. There were a few more things she wanted to 'try'.

Cameron thought they were good to go.

"We still have the machine here we used on Hanna." Cameron said. "I 'borrowed' it one night from a local salon…. I did go back later and leave three times what it cost to purchase a new one in cash. I haven't returned it yet. I guess I sort of 'purchased' it from them after the fact. I thought it may come in handy. Jesse, Gail, and Sheila have all used it."

Allison wanted to make it a 'full house'. She thought everyone would like the look and not have to worry about maintaining it.

"Should we invite Sarah and Riley to the party?" Allison asked.

Cameron looked uneasy.

"I will inform them." Cameron said.

Allison noticed Cameron's hand glitch. She quickly understood what the problem was.

"I'll mention it to Riley, Cameron." Allison quickly said. "You don't need to do it."

Cameron was very relieved to hear it. She appreciated Allison's assistance. It was very uncomfortable for her for several different reasons.

"Thank you, Allison." Cameron said. "Can you run it by Sarah as well? She's my mother in law…."

Cam noticed Cameron's distress.

"Awkward." Cam said.

Cam and Ally high fived each other up high, and then down low. There was a loud clap at the top and bottom.

Allison realized there was a cyborg copy of each of them.

"What have we done?" Allison asked Cameron.

Cameron looked at Ally and then at Cam.

"I don't know." Cameron said. "I really don't."

Cameron went on to explain to Allison there were at least eleven of 'her' now.

Allison shook her head slightly as she listened. It was a lot to take in.

"I can't wait to tell my mother." Allison said sarcastically. "I'm sure she'll be thrilled."

Holly thought Allison was still talking about the laser.

"Will Claire want to use the machine too?" Holly asked.

Everyone laughed except Cameron and Holly.

Ally tilted her head slightly.

"Actually, she probably would." Ally said.

Now everyone laughed except Allison.

Holly took Allison's hand. Then Allison started to laugh as well.

Cameron would make sure she mentioned it to Claire personally. She believed it was something John would appreciate later on. There was no reason not to take care of it now. She looked at the others and laughed too.

Savannah listened to the girls talk as she studied…. She always listened to everyone and everything…. Maybe it was something she would look into as well. Several years ago she started using a razor, ever since it became necessary. She wanted to look like Vanna.

She felt she was ready for more. Her encounter with Allison earlier made her body respond in a sexual way. She could feel the desire inside her.

Savannah watched the girls with each other. She looked on the internet and watched plenty of videos. There were thousands of images to look at. She was ready for a little more than 'herself'.

She watched the response of the others, but she never felt the way they seemed to feel when she experimented. Things felt nice, but it was all. There was nothing climatic about them.

Then it happened one day. She wanted 'more' and there was no 'more' for her at the base. She tried to soothe herself and kept going when she started to feel 'strange' and then 'BAM'. There was almost an explosive feeling to it. Wow! It was nice. She tried it again a few times but it was only the same as before. She noticed there was a 'feeling' and she 'followed' it, and then again 'BAM', it happened again. Now she knew how to get there.

She just knew she needed more. She wanted to share.

John Henry wanted to switch security feeds but was stuck on the one with the girls talking. It fascinated him to see four of 'Cameron', which was really four of 'Allison'….

He knew he would be monitoring the feed where the laser was at when the girls used it. He couldn't help but watch them. It made him feel things he was sure he shouldn't feel….

The more he felt them. The more he wanted to feel them.

Where was Mr. Ellison when he needed him?

Closing monologue by Cameron:

Who Is Who

We are who we are
But do we know who we are
Maybe the answer
Will be a little bizarre

There is what we think
Then there is what we do
Actions speak louder than words
They tell the truth about you

Talk is cheap
Words are easy to say
It's how you act
That will give you away

Is it really, do unto others
As you would have them do unto you
Or is it really, do unto others
Before they can do it to you

Everything in life has a price
The toll will eventually come due
When the cards all land
Will we ever know who is who

Nobody