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Bonus Early Bird Sneak Peek: “I Would Die 4 U”!

June 7, 2018

And because I forgot this week was a Double Early Bird Reward week (what can I say, it’s been a busy day) here’s a special bonus Early Bird sneak peek at this week’s bonus story, a new outing for Service Unit 4U called “I Would Die 4 U”! Here’s a taste:

I don’t kill people unless I have to. It’s not that I have an aversion to murder–I’m a slave, I don’t have likes or dislikes save when instructed. But I do have specific programming, invested in my mind through a lengthy and elaborate process that created the personality of Service Unit 4U underneath the mind of Haley Keene. The Masters who programmed me don’t like drawing unwanted attention to themselves, and murder and kidnapping are two things that draw a lot of unwanted attention. They’re also two very direct solutions to most problems we might encounter during the course of a mission, so we’re carefully constrained from considering them in all but a very few situations.

That’s saving my life right now. Service Unit 2B has been instructed by the Directors to detonate the bomb strapped to her chest as soon as it’s within lethal range of my Master. But she hasn’t been instructed to kill me. She knows that I’m a slave like her, that I’ve been programmed using the same lengthy and elaborate process that brought her under the direct control of the MKPerfect Corporation (even if she’s not allowed to know those words) and that I am a valuable asset to be preserved. She’s trying very hard to work out a solution to the problem of carrying out her task without annihilating me along the way. And if she’s anything like me, she’s probably more than a little amused by the irony of viewing her own life as eminently expendable, while mine is absolutely vital. Slaves like us have a strange sense of humor.

Hope you enjoy it!

Early Bird Sneak Peek: “Zero Signal”!

June 7, 2018

Hi all! It’s time for another Early Bird Sneak Peek, where I share a glimpse at the story my lucky Early Bird patrons will be enjoying next Saturday thanks to their pledges at my Patreon page! Of course, if you’re not an Early Bird patron, you’ll still get a story next week–“Resistance”, teased previously as an Early Bird story, has already been submitted to the EMCSA. But the Early Bird patrons will be getting  “Zero Signal” (MC MM)!

Nathan’s roommate has always had something of a superiority complex, but nothing has made him quite as smug as finding Nathan listening to his study mix again. Or at least, Nathan thought he was listening to his study mix. He’s pretty sure his study mix doesn’t leave him naked and helplessly masturbating in the living room. But if the signal going into his brain through his earbuds isn’t music… what is it? Here’s a taste:

It was as far as Nathan got before his mind caught up with what his senses were telling him. His hand caught his attention first–it wouldn’t move. He started to gesture at Zachary, some insignificant little motion that he probably wouldn’t even have consciously noticed…except for the fact that he couldn’t make his hand move away from his cock. It felt like it was magnetized in place. He could move it up or down, but not away.

That shock of awareness cascaded into a chain of other sudden realizations. Nathan blushed at the sudden, awkward understanding that Zachary was smirking and staring not just at him, but at the way his hand automatically pumped up and down the shaft of his hard cock. Not just hard, he realized as he looked down. It was an angry, throbbing, purplish-red, with precum already smeared all over it like he’d been stroking himself for ages. He forced himself to stop, but he couldn’t pull his hand free. And as soon as his concentration lapsed even a little, it was right back in motion again. He didn’t understand how he could have missed it, but now that he noticed how turned on he was, it was difficult to think about anything else.

And he was looking at his cock. That hit his brain like an electric shock–he was looking at his cock, because he wasn’t wearing any clothes. He was sitting on the couch just like he usually did when he was studying, he had his wireless earbuds in and his MP3 player on the coffee table with the rest of his stuff, but he was completely naked and sitting on a towel. He didn’t remember taking off his clothes. He didn’t remember masturbating. The gap in his memories seemed to suddenly yawn open wider and wider as he examined it, swallowing minutes and hours until he realized he had no idea when he stopped having a firm recollection of events.

Hope you enjoy it!

Sneak Peek: “Resistance”!

June 7, 2018

Over the last few months, I missed a few of my Early Bird Sneak Peeks. So to make up for that, here’s a sneak peek at this week’s story for the EMCSA, “Resistance”! (MC FF)

Savannah didn’t think she was gay, but that was before she felt the electric tension between her and Loralee. Loralee has a somewhat circuitous explanation for it all, but there’s no question Savannah can feel the heat. Here’s a taste:

Loralee didn’t mind, though. She just laughed musically and patted Savannah’s arm with a familiarity that caught Savannah by surprise. “Of course we did!” Loralee said, her voice almost condescendingly amused. “And there’s absolutely nothing to worry about, remember? Hypnosis isn’t a magic spell or anything, dear. You can always resist, any time you want to. Isn’t that right?”

Savannah forced herself to relax a little, letting down her imaginary hackles and reminding her that this was just an old friend of hers from work. There was nothing funny going on here. That would be absurd. “Of course,” she said, trying to inject a note of calm into her voice. “I can always resist.”

“Exactly,” Loralee said, putting her finger back onto the board, back at the beginning where the electricity flowed in. “It’s just like this circuit, really. Your mind is a little more complex, of course, but the same principle applies, doesn’t it? No matter how much energy I put into it, there’s always some resistance, isn’t there?”

Savannah nodded, watching Loralee’s carefully-trimmed nails trace along the path of the delicate copper wire. She remembered now. Loralee had explained it once to her, during the same conversation they had where she told Savannah she was a hypnotist. Savannah recalled being nervous in that exact same way, but Loralee had reassured her expertly with her engineering analogies. “Yes,” she said, hearing herself finally sounding comfortable and at ease. “There’s always resistance when your words go into my brain.”

Hope you enjoy it!