Chapter 639

Take Me

Previously:

Sheila and Ally let Cam off at the Resistance base.

They weren't surprised when Cammy chose not to go with them when we left the safe house. They figured it would probably cause a problem with Cameron when she found out. They were glad they wouldn't be there. Savannah was there so they weren't worried about it. Savannah would look after both of them. They drew an assignment before they could hit a room and share with each other. They were both a little upset with the change in plans, well, their plans anyway.

Sheila drove away.

Ally was more than a little disappointed.

"That sucks." Ally said.

Sheila reached down to take her pants off. It actually sounded like a good idea to her. She hoped to squeeze a little pleasure in while she drove.

"It can." Sheila said. "Put your mouth elsewhere. I like how it feels."

Ally looked upset. It wasn't the ideal position to be in.

"I'm not doing that again." Ally said. "The steering wheel gets in the way. I always bump my head on it. It's just irritating."

Sheila could see Ally wasn't going to assist her. It was rather disappointing. She was with Ally more than any other female, including all the other Metal girls.

"Fine, I'll do it myself." Sheila said.

Sheila reached her right hand down.

Ally punched her right arm. She wanted Sheila to concentrate on her driving.

"Act like you have common sense, even if you don't." Ally said. "I don't want to be involved in an unnecessary vehicle accident."

Sheila rubbed her right arm. She wondered if she was going to get a bruise. She didn't care for what Ally said either. The implication was as bad as the wording. She shoved it right back at Ally.

"I have more common sense than you do." Sheila said.

Ally could see they were headed for another endless back and forth banter session. She didn't feel like it right now. She threw her hands up in the air.

"Whatever…." Ally said.

Sheila wasn't deterred. She reached down with her left hand. A slight smile appeared on her face as it disappeared down the front of her pants.

Ally looked over and shook her head in disgust. Sometimes she really wondered what exactly was wrong with Sheila. Did she really need to get off so often? She didn't think so. She let her disappointment be known.

"Oh, brother…." Ally said. "You should stay focused on your driving."

Sheila looked over and smiled. Thirty two seconds later the SUV swerved slightly.

They almost clipped another vehicle in the lane next to them. It was on Ally's side of the SUV.

"The mirror was only an inch and a half away from the other vehicle." Ally said.

Sheila's hand stayed where it was.

"It folds back." Sheila said. "It probably wouldn't have even made a scratch."

Ally still felt a little on edge. She didn't feel like any necessary nonsense either.

"That's enough." Ally said.

Sheila glanced over with an angry look on her face.

"Maybe for an old prude like you it would be." Sheila said. "I'm just getting started. The first one was just the warm up."

Ally was offended. There were other mitigating factors involved. Some of them were beyond their control.

"I'm not old." Ally said. "Cameron forces all of us to be prudes."

Sheila suppressed a laugh. She didn't like the sexual restrictions Cameron placed on them either. There were some things she wanted to try. It seemed everyone else in society was doing them. Why couldn't they?

"I want to get 'busted'." Sheila said. "I know you do too."

Ally laughed. She thought about Sheila's 'fist' earlier.

"There's nothing to 'bust'." Ally said. "Your actions made sure of that."

Sheila used various 'toys' and 'marital aids' on all of the Metal girls.

"You know what I mean." Sheila said. "I'm going to borrow a male chassis. I can 'pop' all of you for real. I'll be able to get some feedback this time and experience some return feeling. If I don't do it, at least one of us needs to do it."

Ally moistened her lips lightly as she looked at Sheila. She liked the idea. They could keep everything 'in house' if they did. She was 'sweet' on Sheila. She would love for Sheila to take her virginity for real. She didn't think it would go over well with Cameron once she found out.

"Cameron will punish you." Ally said. "If you do, I want to go first before you're deactivated. I want to be your 'first' with you in a male chassis. It will be our 'first' together."

Sheila knew it was a one way ticket. Cameron would probably blow a fuse for sure. Cameron wanted John to be the 'first' for each of the Metal girls. It didn't appear it was going to happen anytime soon. It was supposed to be upon Cameron's demise. She would be the 'first' for all the Metal girls in a male chassis if she did it.

She figured she better borrow a recently captured male Terminator before they were reactivated with Resistance programming. She wouldn't want one of their male Terminators punished for allowing their chassis to be used in such a way.

"At least I'll go out happy." Sheila said. "Cameron will punish you too. She'll use molten plasma on you."

Ally cringed a little. Cameron threatened all of them with 'nullification' if they didn't save themselves for John.

"What a Bitch." Ally said. "Why is she the only one to be able to share with a male? How selfish is she? Why does she get to decide who does what? Why does she get to decide who is with who?"

Sheila wondered the same thing. They needed to work within the framework Cameron laid down.

"We need to be with John first." Sheila said.

Ally felt cheated.

"John is the only male we can be with ever." Ally said. "I've tried before. He won't have me."

Sheila tried too.

"He wants to." Sheila said. "I almost got it one time in the dark. He was ready to 'go' as soon as he realized I was naked in the bed next to him. He thought it was Cameron. I should have taken my nipple rings off first. It was how he knew it was me."

Ally almost did as well.

"Me too..." Ally said. "I tried to pretend I was Cameron."

Sheila tilted her head slightly. She knew their sheaths were identical.

"How did he know the difference?" Sheila asked. "There isn't any."

Ally didn't know.

"He just did." Ally said. "When Cam, Cammy, and I were laid out side by side for you before, you knew who each of us was with all of your visual input disabled."

Sheila felt a rush of excitement. The SUV swerved slightly again.

"It was hot." Sheila said. "I want to do It again. We should all go to Australia so Camille can be included next time."

Sheila actually wanted to go to Australia so she could get another crack at Young Jesse.

Ally liked it too with the group comparison. Sheila still didn't answer her question.

"How did you know who was who?" Ally asked.

Sheila used her past experience.

"Cam and Cammy respond in the same way since they both run Cameron's program. It seems most likely it's the way Cameron would respond too. Then again, her program seems to be pretty messed up at times." Sheila said. "You respond differently. I'm used to you."

The two Metal girls exchanged a quick glance. They were deeply in love with each other, but didn't want to admit it.

Ally wasn't sure if it was a good thing or not if she 'responded differently'.

"What else was different?" Ally asked.

Sheila could think of a few things. She was still very attentive of her surroundings.

"You all kiss differently." Sheila said. "Vanna and Savannah do too. So do Jesse and Young Jesse. Look up ahead."

Ally sat up.

"We're here." Ally said.

Sheila slowed. She spotted a potential target. It was also a threat.

There was a white van up ahead. It was like the others they encountered. The current group of Grays they dealt with seem to have a fleet of them.

Sheila turned the corner before they reached the van. They passed by an alley and went to the next street. There was a lot of activity. It wasn't a good place for them to get out of the vehicle to investigate further on foot.

"We can't stop here." Sheila said.

Sheila continued past everything to the next intersection. She went back to the street with the van. They looked at where it was.

Ally was thoroughly disgusted. They only spotted the van just over a minute ago. The van was gone. There was a lot of smoke in the air

"Damn." Ally said. "Is there something on fire around here?"

They just missed a Gray or a Terminator. They contacted CamNet and John Henry. They hoped for a hit on a traffic cam. They would at least know which direction to go.

Sheila checked her mirrors. She was more than a little surprised at what she spotted.

"The 'whacker' is behind us." Sheila said.

Ally reached down and brought an M79 up. She cracked it open and dropped in an HE round. She moved an M4 over next to Sheila. She showed her it was cocked and ready to fire.

The van turned the corner and headed towards them.

Sheila moved out slowly and then punched it. The van took off after them. She turned into the next alley and went down a few hundred feet and stopped.

Ally leaned out the passenger side with the M79. Sheila leaned out the driver's side with an M4.

The van came around the corner hot. When the driver saw what was waiting for him, he stood on the brakes. It was too late. He was already in the trap. There was no place to go. There was no where to run. There was nowhere to hide.

Ally and Sheila both opened up on the van. The HE round smashed through the windshield a millisecond after the first few Coltan 5.56 MM rounds slammed into the driver. There was an explosion inside the van. The flaming wreck drifted into a dumpster and stalled.

Sheila backed up to the burning van. Ally jumped out. She held a Taser in one hand. She went to the passenger side. The driver was slumped over the steering wheel. He was on fire. He didn't move as he burnt. He was obviously dead. She yanked the side door open and jumped back. A rush of flames shot out the side. The cargo section was empty. She returned to the SUV.

"There was only one Gray." Ally said. "He was terminated."

Sheila quickly drove away. They drove back to the building the van was parked in front of. They now knew where all the smoke was from earlier.

"What the Hell?" Ally asked.

The building was on fire. They were going to stop and look inside anyway. There was an explosion. A section of a side wall blew out. Half of the roof collapsed inward.

They followed up with CamNet. There were no new leads. There were a lot of lookiloos in the area. It was better if they didn't stick around. CamNet would release the information of a natural gas leak and suppress all 911 calls so the building could thoroughly burn. They didn't want anyone to find anything inside.

"We're done here for now." Sheila said. "Let's go home. I can think of a few other things we can do."

So could Ally. She wasn't sure she was done when they got back to the base.

John was tired. It was a long couple of days. It was a close one for his teams a few times. It was way too close with the latest one. It really looked like they were going to lose some personnel earlier. In fact, the last few weeks were packed with a lot of activity. He knew it was only a matter of time until someone received more than just some damage. He hoped it wouldn't be Savannah.

He knew Cameron took the brunt of the action. She often dragged Savannah with her. It was something which really bothered him. Savannah was a teenager. She took all the risks on the human side. None of the other humans needed to face the threats Savannah was forced to repeatedly face. None of the other Terminators faced those same threats as often. It seemed Cameron treated Savannah like a cyborg. He was fairly certain Savannah was responsible for bringing down more Terminators, than any of their Terminators besides Cameron. He would need to verify his suspicion with Bob or Jim at an appropriate time. The way Cameron used Savannah was all wrong.

Sarah always seemed to be all over him about it. Kyle and Derek were too. Even Claire, Allison's mother, called him about it. Vanna, Jesse, and Allison, both of them, all protested as well. It was Young Allison which bothered him the most. He knew she was itching to get involved and take some of the heat off of Savannah herself. He knew what Cameron planned for her. He was powerless to stop any of it. Now Young Allison was pulled into the action, even if it was inadvertently. It still happened. She ended up taking down a Terminator who was about to attack Savannah. He was disgusted with the whole concept. It was like Cameron never thought of anyone, especially him.

Gail stopped by to see him and the other Terminators as well. They were all worried. They saw the things Savannah did and was involved in. They all said she was being pushed too hard. They knew the risks Savannah was being exposed to. They all saw her bravery and determination. It was truly an inspiration to everyone.

John only briefly saw Cameron on and off over the last few weeks, it included Savannah as well. Vanna and Jesse made themselves 'available', if he ever 'needed them'. It was clearly at Cameron's urging and prompting. Claire and Allison both called him separately and offered the same thing. Allison wanted to come instead of her mother. Claire was ready to come instead of Young Allison. Strangely enough, he figured if anyone showed up unannounced in his bed it would be Young Allison. There was plenty to see on her and she made sure he saw it all. Young Allison looked a lot like Allison. It seemed to happen rather rapidly. He knew Cameron was behind it.

After the last near disaster, he was finally able to wind down. He cleaned up and hit the sack. He would have liked the 'comfort' of one of the girls. He decided to knock one off with 'Rosie Palm'. It seemed to be his most frequent 'partner' anyway. He was just too tired. It wasn't worth the effort. He was asleep in minutes.

It was late in the day when he awoke. He'd managed to get a few hours of sleep in. He wanted to wait until all the team members returned but Cameron was still dragging Savannah around. He went to bed thinking how insensitive Cameron was.

John rolled over and jumped. There was someone in his bed.

'Great, who is it now this time?' John wondered.

He remembered about what he thought about earlier with 'Rosie'. He decided he was going to go for it this time. It didn't matter who it was. A warm body was a warm body.

Wait.

What if it was Riley?

Wait.

He wasn't sure where the thought came from.

John looked over at her, she wasn't Tight. It was the pure simple beauty of Allison. He quickly looked at her figure. It didn't think it was Young Allison. He could breathe again. Allison was in Palmdale. Both of them should be. Cam, Cammy, and Camille all looked identical to Cameron to him. It must be Ally. It wasn't her first time there. His conscience weighed heavily upon him. It was probably because he thought about Riley just moments ago.

As much as he wanted to try something new, even if it would be the same, it was still a different individual, he felt a lot of hesitation. He didn't know why. What he wanted was right there. All he needed to do was roll on top of her and knock one off. He drew a deep breath and let it out slow.

"Look, Ally, we've been here before, it's not going to happen. I love Cameron." John said. "I've told you this. I'm committed to her, regardless of what she says she wants to happen."

"She's never here."

John knew it was true. It shouldn't matter, even if it did.

"She's my wife." John said.

"Dump her and move on. It's what she wants anyway."

John didn't think it was the way things would play out, regardless of what was said.

"I don't want to hurt her." John said.

"Does she even care?"

He wasn't sure if 'care' was the right word. Maybe it was.

"I doubt it." John said. "It doesn't seem like it. I care."

"She's a Bitch anyway."

John thought it could be a pretty broad brush at times when it came to everyone.

"We all can be sometimes." John said.

"Look, I'm here, let's just do it. My sheath is the same. It's the same thing. I mean it literally too. There is no difference between Cameron's clones or me. We all share the same DNA. It's really just like being with Allison for all practical purposes, either of them."

John understood the implication. She indicated Allison and Young Allison.

"I want to but I can't." John said.

"Touch me. Here, touch me, I feel the same."

John was worried how events would play out going forward.

"Will you tell anyone?" John asked.

"Hell no, do you think I want that crazy Bitch stalking me?"

He wondered what Cameron would actually do to one of the Metal girls.

"No." John said. "She can be very intense at times."

"Oh my, that's a big one. I feel you're 'ready'."

John was a little surprised when she touched him.

"I am." John said.

"Is it always this big? I know I'm going to feel it."

He couldn't suppress his natural response for what he desired.

"I'm pretty horny. It's been awhile." John said.

"I really want to try it."

He was still a little concerned. It would probably be over within a minute.

"You really won't say anything?" John asked.

"It'll be our secret."

John was a little surprised at the wording.

"Really…." John said.

"Have you done this with others? You don't need to give names."

John thought about what almost happened earlier.

"It gets lonely around here. I get lonely." John said.

"Cameron said you and Riley made love. I mean the dead one."

John was a little uncomfortable.

"She said so? We never talk about it." John said. "We've never actually discussed what occurred."

"She said she caught you."

He knew he could have handled the situation differently when Cameron confronted him. He didn't.

"I did sort of rub it in her face. I should've come clean then." John said. "I figured she knew. No. I knew she knew. I didn't care if she knew. No. I wanted her to know."

"I have a lot of Allison in me. It will be better for you. Let me take my top off. I don't wear a bra. How do I look?"

John looked again to make sure it wasn't Young Allison. He wasn't sure he would be able to tell anymore.

"You look very pretty." John said.

"Touch me. See, I feel the same. Squeeze it harder. Does it feel nice? I look like Allison. I know everything she does. Let me call Sheila. We can make it a 'three way'. She wants to get 'busted' as bad as I do."

John was thrilled at the prospect of being the 'first' for both of them. He didn't want to take things too far. It would increase the chances of him being caught.

"No, I want it to be just us." John said.

"I'm ready. Let me get my pants off, help me."

John helped her remove her pants. There was nothing on underneath. She was naked now.

"You don't wear the same underwear as Cameron?" John asked.

"I don't usually wear underwear. It's the Allison in me. I don't have any Cameron on my chip. I don't want to be a Bitch like her. Touch everything."

John couldn't resist. Everything was right there.

"You're really smooth." John said.

"I like the look. Hair, other than on my head, serves no purpose. Touch me harder, nothing will break. Touch it some more. It feels nice."

John wondered if he could take things in a slightly different direction.

"Do you still have Future Allison on your chip?" John asked.

"Cameron has forbidden me from accessing those files. She said I was out of control and she would deactivate me. Cameron is a total Bitch. Who does she think she is to tell people what they can and can't do?"

John wondered if he could get two separate versions of her, one after another.

"Can you turn it on the second time we do it?" John asked.

"I can do it for you. Just don't tell Cameron. Don't tell her about this either. I will be deactivated for sure. I don't want it to be done in public if it happens. Remember, you can't tell anyone."

John felt he got off easy when he was almost with Cammy. He knew it wouldn't happen the second time.

"I won't." John said.

"Would you be with Future Allison? I mean if she was here again."

John remembered how Future Allison was all over him. If it would have been a more private setting, he knew he wouldn't have been able to resist her. Nobody could.

"Yes. I regret not doing it." John said.

"I can give you a taste of it. I can be just like her. Remember, the Bitch can't know. She'll disfigure my private areas with molten plasma. My sheath won't regenerate after it's damaged in such a way."

He wondered how Cameron could be so cruel to others.

"What a Bitch." John said. "She will deactivate you for this too."

"Only if you squeal on me, I already told you. I hate her sometimes, we all do."

John understood the feeling. It wasn't really 'hate', even if it was. Maybe it was just the concept of the way everything went down.

"I know what you mean." John said. "I do too. I don't know what's wrong with her. I don't know why she treats me the way she does sometimes. I think she's going to punish me forever because of Riley."

"Divorce her. I guarantee you'll have a different female every night of the week, your choice, Metal girls or human ones. It will probably be two a night, every night. Imagine how it would be with one on each side of you right now. Let me go get Sheila and bring her now. You can see what it will be like forever once you dump the Bitch."

John always thought Cameron was exaggerating. Maybe she wasn't. Everyone seemed like they wanted to give it a try on a regular basis.

"Really?" John asked. "I thought Cameron just made it up about how often, and how many, females would be in my bed."

"Really, the little redhead who follows Cameron around is yours for the taking."

John swallowed hard. He thought about their past encounter.

"I was with her." John said.

"Really? It's about time she got 'popped'. We could all see how much she wanted you to 'bust' her. She's very desirable. Who was better, her or Riley?"

John thought about what nearly happened. It wasn't about sex. It was about love. The wedding dress Savannah wore only seemed to make it more real.

"I didn't get to actually 'do it' with Savannah, we were close. I think we were less than a second away. I know she would have been better than Riley." John said. "I was with Riley in the back seat of a truck. It was the next morning when Cameron busted me."

"Were you her 'first'?"

He could tell Riley was more experienced than he was. He asked her about it later on.

"No. Riley said a few people were with her. I guess she meant in the future. I don't know." John said. "I know abuse was common in the future. The way she said it, now in retrospect, makes me sure she was abused. She said they were with her, not she was with them. I know what happened to all of the females from the future, every future, every female."

"I can't imagine being held down like that. What a degrading violation. Trying to get free when there's four people holding you down and the line forming in front of you."

John heard some of the stories. He was sure there were a lot more to hear.

"I know it happened to all the girls in the future." John said.

"The first time should be special. I want mine right now."

It was something he looked forward to himself.

"I'd like to be the 'first' one time." John said.

"Weren't you Cameron's 'first'?"

John felt it was a sore subject. There was a lot of speculation about it. He knew how he thought now. He was sure as Future John he wouldn't think any differently. He would have been all over Cameron in a second.

"No. Not me anyway. Future John was." John said.

"Cameron told you that? I thought it was just speculation on her part."

He really didn't know what to believe.

"No, I asked Future Allison about it." John said. "She said Future John probably programmed Cameron to 'love' him to replace HER."

"I don't have any recollection of those files. I would have to unblock them to find it."

John wondered if he could get a definitive answer. He wondered if he could get the truth.

"Can you do it?" John asked.

"Yes. Do you want me, or 'Future Allison'?"

He wanted what was right in front of him.

"You're fine how you are. I've always found every Allison desirable." John said.

"It's because she looks like 'Cameron' to you."

John often thought back on the first moment he met Cameron in school.

"No, I loved Cameron as the girl she played on my first few days in school in Red Valley. She acted like 'Allison' - Future Allison. She was so beautiful and sweet." John said. "I don't know what happened. It all disappeared. She became a very scary robot from the future."

"Cameron was like Future Allison? I mean when you first met her."

John thought there were probably two versions of Future Alison. There was the version when she was first captured and interrogated by Cameron. There was the second version when Cameron saved her life and freed her.

"No, Cameron 'created' a better Future Allison when she saved her. She was more like our Allison, but not as depressed." John said. "She really wanted to be with me because she was with me in the future as Future John. She wanted to be with the younger version of the man she loved. She said she loved him anyway. I really don't know.

"Then she was like me, now."

John looked directly into her face in the dimly lit room.

"She was exactly like you, now." John said.

"Then what are we waiting for? Take me now."

John wanted to know a little more.

"Have you ever been with a male?" John asked.

"No, Cameron said if we ever were to have sex with a male, we would be publicly disfigured with our pain receptors locked on. She wants to hear us scream before we're terminated."

He wanted to verify something, just to make sure.

"So I would be your 'first'?" John asked.

"You would be the 'first' I know about. You won't be able to tell by looking. This is a used chassis. Sheila's done some wild things down there anyway. If you can imagine it, she's probably done it."

He wanted a little more.

"Kiss me." John said.

"How was that?"

He wanted to see what was different. Maybe there wasn't a difference.

"Kiss me like you kiss the girls." John said.

"You don't have all the right 'parts'. I want to do this now, John. Take ME."

He was sure there would be some discomfort.

"Will I hurt you?" John asked.

"No, there have been a lot of things already happened there already. I was surprised at how far some things stretch."

He was sure where things were headed.

"Kiss me some more." John said.

She did as she rolled over on her back. She brought him on top.

"Take me, John."

There was one more thing he wanted.

"Do you love me?" John asked.

"I do, but this is just sex. I don't want to marry you. Everything works the same without the 'words'. Just give it to me."

John was incredibly excited about the position he was in and what was about to occur.

"This probably won't last very long." John said.

"Hurry, before I have to do it myself."

John was a little self conscious.

"I haven't been with anyone for a long time." John said.

"Right this minute, I don't care. I want this. Take me."

It seemed like he should take some type of precaution. It was a big step to take if he continued.

"Let me call John Henry and see where Cameron is. I don't want her to know or catch me." John said.

"Screw her. Don't leave me hanging like this."

John was ready.

"What the Hell. Here goes nothing." John said.

"What are you doing?"

He thought things would go a little smoother if he 'warmed her up'.

"Don't you want any foreplay?" John said.

"I want you to do what the girls can't do without using 'toys', or 'marital aids'."

John watched plenty of videos on the internet. He wondered if it was the same things.

"What do the girls do?" John asked.

"More than you're doing. I'm going to start by myself."

He watched her hand move down.

"Wow. You can move your hand really fast." John said.

"I can move it faster when it's someone else."

John was up. He was out of bed too.

"Let me get something real quick." John said.

"Hey, come back here. Do you even know what to do? No wonder Cameron is always uptight. She doesn't get off enough. Where are you going?"

John held something in his hand.

"OK, I'm back." John said. "Here goes nothing."

"Go slow. I've never done this before. Easy, easy, take your time."

John touched her and caressed her.

"Is that slow enough?" John asked

"Oh, John, it feels like something special."

He worked his way down to her hand.

"So are you." John said. "Everything feels the same as Cameron."

"Don't talk about that Bitch. Hey, let go. What are you doing? No wonder Cameron seldom shows up. Don't touch my hand. I don't want to wear these. Touch my body."

John held her hand up and looked at what he just put on her finger.

"I only make love to my wife." John said. "And she wears her rings…. NOBODY wears them but HER. IT is why YOU are wearing them now…."

Closing monologue by Cameron:

Take Me

There are some we desire
We want them so much
We want to share everything
We want to feel their touch

What really is the desire
Is it from a heart's burning fire
Will it make us a liar
Or end up a crier

There is no way to know
When things first start
If things don't click
Maybe we'll soon part

There is the hope
Love will expand and grow
That the shared love
Will be long and slow

If both are honest and true
They'll answer a heart's plea
That each will feel it
As they whisper 'take me'

Nobody