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DOUBLE JEOPARDY by way of Moxy Irish MMM/FF, gadget/F. Futuristic spanking erotica. Spanking threats, dialogue, myth, spanking, spanking w/implements, spanking by way of gadget, D/s, sexuality, oral sexuality, anal sexuality, plot building

I’ve been mulling over sides of this tale concept for some time. I’ve all the time been afraid that I couldn’t write sci-fi into spanking erotica. I am hoping I pulled it off. If you find it irresistible let me know and extra can be coming. This, like my different submissions is a *tough draft*. Like the others, a number of extra portions can be written and it is going to be topic to modifying and re-writes for illustrated print e-newsletter as a singular or novella this yr. All characters are the valuables of Moxy Irish I am hoping you benefit from the tale! Mox

I. Tuesday morning-4-17-2074

Captain Jake Navarro strode down the marble floored corridor of the American phase of the International Earth Planetary Alliance executive development. His inexperienced eyes had been onerous as he moved against the IEPA place of work that he used to be pressured to consult with two times every week. He hated the required conferences with the civilian Director. The best certain factor about them used to be that she used to be simple at the eye. He glanced at his watch. It learn 0830. He were up for hours, now not having slept after an evening of surveillance, and he used to be canine drained.

He paused outdoor the massive, ornate doorways to the outer place of work and placed on a good smile, his sea-green gaze flicking over the gold embossed plaque at the door that learn, “Samantha Waterson-American Director-IEPA”. He murmured to himself, “Let’s see what the bitch is going to do to me now…” and stepped inside of.

The dark-haired Personal Assistant regarded up from her table and gave him a real smile, “Good morning Captain Navarro.”

Jake smiled on the sweet-natured lady who had all the time been pleasant {and professional} to him, “Good morning, Mrs. Galviston. How are you today?”

She stood and gave him any other smile, “I’m fine Captain. I’m afraid she is running late today. May I offer you coffee while you wait?”

Jake gritted his enamel however held onto the smile. Damn that lady. She all the time had an excuse to make him wait like a supply boy. He checked his watch once more, he had to be on the International Embassy in an hour for a surveillance Op. “Yes, Mrs. Galviston, I’d appreciate it.”

The younger lady disappeared into an aspect room and returned with a cup of steaming, black espresso. Jake murmured his thank you and sat down to attend.

Samantha sat in her inside place of work, gently twirling herself round in her chair. There used to be “nothing” she favored higher than messing with the good-looking Captain Navarro. Well there have been a couple of issues, however they have compatibility in properly along with her bitchy habits against the Captain. She regarded on the clock and sighed, hanging on her footwear. It were ten mins. She knew that although she handled him like an errand boy, he did have crucial process as a Liaison between the natural army Interplanetary Peacekeeping Force and the civilian IEPA politicians who made it do their bidding. She touched her display screen and despatched a message to Julia, “Send him in.”

The double doorways of her place of work clicked. She leaned again in opposition to the table, her fingers folded, an conceited smile on her face.

Jake prowled in the course of the door, nodding as he met her hazel gaze. He gave her the as soon as over. She used to be impeccably wearing a pricey black trade swimsuit, the hem of her skirt falling smartly above her knee as the present type dictated. Her darkish gold hair were reduce right into a jaw-length shaggy bob. He felt a twinge of sadness, he had favored her lengthy, golden waves. Her jewellery used to be minimum and tasteful. Her face used to be expertly made-up as all the time.

She had a lovely face, with massive hazel eyes, complete crimson lips, and a pleasing jaw line. It used to be too unhealthy that this lady used to be the sort of frigid complain. She had a frame and face that promised unspeakable excitement to a person if she best had the character to drag it off. Jake sighed inwardly, it used to be a rattling disgrace just right genes being wasted on nasty folks.

He made his voice professionally well mannered as he greeted her, “Good Morning, Director Waterson. I see you’ve had your hair cut. It suits you.”

She moved round her table and sat down, nodding to the chair in entrance of it and mentioned cooly, “Captain.”

His inexperienced eyes flashed in brief as he processed the curt greeting. Apparently the Ice Queen used to be going to start out straight away nowadays. He sat and checked out her with a resigned anticipation.

Samantha appeared the person throughout from her. She had noticed him two times every week because the heart of December, however he nonetheless made her abdomen flutter. She knew he used to be an conceited bastard, now not that he used to be ever the rest however maddeningly well mannered, however she had noticed the glance he would get in his eyes when she driven him.

He used to be simply essentially the most sexy guy she had ever noticed, with brief raven black hair and inexperienced eyes the colour of the Atlantic. His jaw line used to be sturdy, his palms had been massive, blunt nails blank, and his frame. God. He regarded nice in a uniform. He used to be six ft two inches price of solidly constructed true blue American Army Captain. And he used to be at her beck and contact. She cherished teasing him and ordering him round like a servant. Sometimes she would get a thrill when his inexperienced gaze would harden and blaze, however he stored his mood it doesn’t matter what she threw at him. She was hoping she would crack that cool external nowadays.

She tossed a manila folder at him, “Captain Navarro, I’m extremely disappointed that the roster of additional personnel for the IEPA Formal Ball hasn’t been authorized yet.”

He checked out her blankly. She couldn’t be severe.

“Director Waterson, pardon me, but you have to be kidding. That ball is two months away and you gave me that list on Thursday. I told you before that it was not my job to do security checks on the hired help. I passed on that list to the Senior Security Officer. He has a team working on the list now. I’m sure you’ll get it soon.”

She glared at him, her voice sharp, “No I certainly am *not* kidding, Captain Navarro! I gave that list to *you*, not to the Security office. You know the guest list to this Ball! I consider every safety measure extremely important! Since the Peacekeepers will be providing security for the Ball, I expect the Senior Liaison to take an interest! I expected you to go through that list yourself!”

Jake’s inexperienced eyes flashed as he leaned ahead and bit out, “Director Waterson, there are over 300 names on that list. A security team of ten people is working on it so you will have it back by the end of the week. I do not *possibly* have the time to check a list like that myself. As well, it is Not. My. Job. Having me check your list of waiters and cocktail waitresses would be like the President ordering you to assign parking spots in the garage. Now if you will excuse me, I have an appointment.”

Jake rose to depart and Samantha rose with him. Her voice used to be livid, “Don’t you DARE walk away in the middle of this conversation, Captain! May I remind you that you answer to me down here? You may be the Top Dog with your Army buddies up in the stars, but in DC you belong to me. I suggest you *sit* and listen to what I have to say.”

Jake dropped his head, his eyes glittering inexperienced slits. His jaw clenched and his palm itched. There used to be not anything on the planet that he sought after greater than to have the Ice Queen shrieking over his knee at that second. But he knew he couldn’t blow it. He needed to keep in DC. If he gave her what she hard-earned he would jeopardize his place. He slowly sat, locking his eyes with hers and appearing her his anger. She regarded rattled for a second, and he took pleasure in that as he stared her down.

She broke eye touch first and began scolding the vase of vegetation on her table. “Captain Navarro, you seem to take my instructions personally…”

He tuned out and watched her mouth transfer. Hmmmm, he puzzled if his cock in her mouth would close her up. He mounted on some extent on the nook of her mouth and stored fantasizing. How about her crying round a ball gag, fixed over a punishment bench, her shapely ass filled with a pleasing, fats phallus whilst her backside took stroke after stroke with a forged paddle. He pictured her inarticulate pleading at the back of the gag, her pussy drenched. A shadow of a grin curved his mouth as he pictured leaving her there for a squad of Peacekeepers to punish and use. He favored picturing the complain as a wanton slavegirl at middle. Usually the icy ones had been. He heard her slowing her phrases and knew it used to be nearly over.

“…after all, we are on the same team, aren’t we, Captain Navarro?”

He flicked his eyes as much as her hazel gaze and stood, then checked his watch. His voice used to be cool {and professional}, “We certainly are on the same team, Director Waterson. You will have your list at the end of the week. I’m afraid I *must* leave now or I will be late. I’ll see you on Thursday.”

He grew to become and strode towards the door. She known as after him, “Does that mean you will be handling this yourself, Capta…” the doorways clicked close on her phrases.

Samantha used to be furious. She used to be certain she may get a upward push out of him with this ridiculous request. She nearly had. Then he disconnected and let her rail. She had noticed him do this ahead of. She picked up the vase on her table and smashed it in opposition to the wall. God! She all the time dressed to the nines for the conferences with him. She all the time made herself up completely. She puzzled simply what the *fuck* used to be extra fascinating in that tiny little thoughts of his than being attentive to her once they met two times every week?

II. Tuesday -4-17-74

Jake exited the federal government development swearing. He hailed a cab and leapt in, murmuring “Embassy Row, I’ll throw in another $50 if you are quick about it.”

Fuck. That incorrigible Brat used to be going to make him overdue. His thoughts went over the trade and he felt his mood beginning to burn. What he would give to catch her within the act of one thing, the rest, and feature her underneath his thumb. His lips curved into a grin as he thought of what indignities he may topic the gorgeous wench to. Certainly the first thing he would do is blister her ass. His eyes glittered as he fantasized, Ah, sure, to spank Samantha Waterson mindless and put her on her knees along with her backside within the air. He’d watch her face in a replicate as he fed his cock into her tight, stuck-up ass. That can be a hell of an image.

He shook himself as they entered the group he sought after and murmured, “International Embassy please.”

Jake spent the following two hours pretending to have a gathering with the American Consulate whilst taping a gathering that used to be happening within the subsequent place of work between a Middle Eastern Dignitary and his mark. His mark used to be a Finnish Diplomat and Jake used to be certain he used to be their mole. When the lads had completed their assembly and exited the room, Jake artfully drew his assembly to an in depth and slipped out of the development.

He moved out previous the gate, returning the salute of the International Guardsmen. He strode clear of the International Embassy, slowing to a walk after a number of blocks. He used to be on the fringe of Embassy row and the streets began to have retail outlets and distributors. He used to be getting into the group of high-class rental excessive rises the place lots of the IEPA workforce lived. He stopped at a sidewalk café and ordered a black espresso at their window. His inexperienced gaze habitually spotted what used to be happening round him and he iced up as he stuck one thing out of the nook of his eye.

He grew to become, his forehead furrowing. Across the road, flower seller. He watched himself purchasing some tulips. His head cocked slowly in disbelief as he walked clear of the window, his espresso forgotten. His inexperienced eyes scanned the territory. There used to be an alley simply at the back of the flower seller. He knew he would should be lifeless correct and rapid. As his dual used to be turning he stuck his arm, murmuring, “Military business, Sir, if you will step this way.”

His dual allowed himself to be tugged alongside beside Jake compliantly, pronouncing not anything. Jake stopped halfway down the alley the place they couldn’t be noticed. He checked out his double. The guy used to be dressed in blue denims and a inexperienced cotton sweater. There used to be no aggression or worry reaction in any respect. The guy’s inexperienced eyes merely regarded pleasantly again at Jake. Jake appeared his replicate symbol with narrowed eyes. “You have two seconds to tell me who you are.”

His double blinked at him and murmured, “I am Jake Navarro.”

Jake’s eyes flickered. Of path, the compliance, the blameless glance, the loss of worry or interest, and now the clincher, the tone of voice. He used to be speaking to a pores and skin process. He murmured, “What series are you?”

The robotic spoke again, “I have an appointment, I’m sorry.” And began to transport away.

Jake bit out a programming code override, “Override Alpha three seven Delta.”

The Bot stopped and grew to become towards Jake, his voice with out inflection. “I am Jake 1, Series 10 Pleasure Unit.”

Jake’s eyebrows just about jumped off of his cranium. Someone had made his symbol right into a *Pleasure Unit*? He murmured, “Who is your owner?”

The Bot smiled, “I’m sorry. I really can’t stay, I need to…”

Jake tangled up out, “Override Alpha Alpha four three.”

The Bot’s voice spoke once more with out inflection, “Jake 1 is the property of Samantha Waterson.”

Jake’s mouth dropped open. No. Way. His eyes began gleaming. Oh this used to be…this used to be…this used to be an excessive amount of. Ice Queen Waterson had an unlawful pores and skin process that gave the look of him. Not only a Bot, a *Pleasure Unit*.

Bots and Pleasure Bots weren’t unlawful. They had been extremely pricey and maximum couldn’t come up with the money for them, however they weren’t unlawful. However, Bots that gave the look of dwelling individuals had been. Even Historical Bots had been frowned upon by way of maximum. Humans didn’t like the whole concept of Bots being made to seem like individuals who in fact existed. The Historical Bot industry were a fad for roughly 8 months a number of years in the past, however then slowed to a trickle and the massive firms didn’t even lead them to any longer. A legislation were enacted in a while after the primary pores and skin jobs had been perfected. It changed into unlawful to make “Human Units” within the symbol of a dwelling particular person with the intent to replicate that particular person. There had been a slew of alternative rules that had been slated to move thru regarding Bots on the similar time, however they had been all shelved when the general public policed itself. The public used to be very fascinated by Pleasure Bots for some time, however all in all, they sought after human interplay. There had been creditors unquestionably, and Pleasure Bot golf equipment. And there have been a great amount owned privately during the sector, however the base line used to be that almost all people in the end went again to people for his or her sex.

Jake shook his head then took out his palm software, “Override Delta two two Omega. Command: Present your programs arm.”

The Bot obediently prolonged his proper arm. Jake driven up his sleeve, peeled again a piece of pores and skin, and opened the catch. He plugged the palm unit into the Programs document downloading all lively methods of the Bot. As a 2nd idea he additionally downloaded all visible recordings of the methods. It best took a couple of seconds. He pocketed his software and murmured, “Override four six Delta Delta, Question: Why are you out of your dwelling?”

The Bot smiled and answered, “I do the shopping at 11am every Tuesday. I must be at the freight elevator at 12:30 exactly to return undetected into the dwelling.”

Jake checked out his watch. The Bot didn’t have numerous time. He nodded and murmured, “Alpha code, six niner seven, you will delete this conversation and meeting. You will dump it from your system at your regular cleaning cycle. Forget.”

The Bot blinked after which smiled, grew to become on its heel and walked out of the alley. Jake pulled out his palm software and encoded a message: “Need all info and codes on Samantha Waterson, American Director, IEPA.”

He despatched the encrypted message and wandered again to the café, preventing and purchasing a espresso this time, ahead of on the lookout for a taxi.

III. Tuesday-4-17-74

Jake entered his spacious rental tossing his coat on a chair. He entered his place of work, spoke a phrase right into a panel at the wall and watched the room shift. An complete wall slid again and printed his actual base of operations. He moved to the table within the hidden room and sat down at his protected terminal. He punched in an front code and waited. The display flicked to a password display and the gadget’s feminine voice said, “Confirm retina scan.” He leaned ahead and regarded into the small digicam at the aspect of the software, a purple gentle flickered in brief and the phrases ‘Retina scan confirmed’ flashed up at the display. The cool skilled voice endured, “Confirm vocal scan with password.”

Jake murmured, “Lancelot.”

Immediately his symbol jumped onto the display. Stats covered up subsequent to it. Senior Special Agent Jacob Lyons. Born 6/21/2039, Portland, Oregon. Graduated with Honors US Naval Academy. US Military Navy SEALS. Demolitions Unit Instructor. Sniper Unit Instructor US Military Special Forces. International Peacekeeper-Enforcer Unit Undercover International Agent Undercover Interplanetary Agent-Homebase: Earth Interplanetary Anti-Terrorism Unit. Licensed Interplanetary Assassin. Covert Operator. Operations assigned since recruitment-144. Operations effectively finished since recruitment-144. Status: ACTIVE Current Alternate Identity-Captain Jake Navarro, US Army, Senior Liaison Officer, Interplanetary Peacekeeping Force-Stationed Washington DC, USA, Earth

Jake waited till the feminine voice spoke once more, “Password for current Operation.”

His low voice murmured, “Gollum.”

Immediately CIA Deputy Director Duncan McCrae’s symbol got here up at the display. The silver haired guy smiled at him, “Hello, Jake.”

“Hello Duncan, I’m transmitting intelligence gathered from the International Embassy. I gotta say, Dunc, this Op is really chapping my hide. I’m not used to these long hang times in country before action.”

The older guy smiled gently. Jake used to be the most productive Agent he had and constant as hell, however he hated sitting round, and he were doing precisely that for over 4 months now. Duncan knew the fatal younger Operator sought after to flush out his secondary goal and eliminate the mole that fed harmful data to their number one goal, the Drokazee Warlord, Kephasa Zul.

The deputy director made his voice soothing, “You know this is deep, Jake. This may involve several important people in the International Government. I pray to God that there are no Americans in on this. Your intelligence reports have been absolutely crucial to this Operation. When the action comes it will hit hard and fast, just the way you like it. For right now, enjoy yourself. You are on call status for the next 14 days. Your mark is spending two fun filled weeks on Fiona.”

Jake murmured, his emerald eyes dancing, “Any chance of me taking a vacation to Fiona as well?”

Duncan chuckled, “You know River is our Agent on the slave world.”

Jake murmured dryly, “River, that fucker. I want to know how he managed that assignment. I trained that pup. River spends every night of the last four months dressed in a silk robe spanking a Fionian slave girl, and I’m stuck in sub-par quarters in DC, answering to a Hellbitch and doing my own laundry. And now to add insult to injury, my mark gets to spend two weeks at a Pleasure resort getting serviced by the best slaves on Fiona. Where’s the Universal fairness in that one, Dunc?”

Duncan chuckled once more at Jake’s dry tone, “Now, now, River doesn’t spend *every* night with his little morsel. He gets the job done. Obviously he was well trained. Besides, Jake, I distinctly remember that *you* were the one who introduced your whole team to the pleasures of the slave world during some down time three or four years ago. If River knows Fiona inside and out, it’s because of your…instruction…” Duncan grinned and Jake gave him a glance.

“Oh, incidently, Jake, speaking of Samantha Waterson. I brought up the info on her you wanted. She has a clean record. No crime. No moral turpitude. She does not currently employ any domestic service people, although she did used to have a maid service come in once a week. She terminated that contract approximately four months ago, let’s see, where is the date, ah, yes, she cancelled the service on January 4th. She has a chef service deliver prepared meals to her apartment once a week. She has no husband, no dependents, no pets, and the last time she dated anyone was 5 months ago. Name: Jerry Pendleton. She saw him twice and then cut him off. She goes out to Sunday brunch at 11am with a group of girlfriends every week at Café Septieme. She has no recent large credit purchases, but she has had a significant amount deducted per month since January to a company listed as KDC. I checked it out. That was rather interesting. The letters stand for Koy Design Company. The company does not advertise and is not registered for anything but taxes. It has existed for two years and makes a hell of a profit. Tax records for the company are clean. The business is registered to a Dela Koy. She has a day job, Jake. Get this… Senior Design Scientist, Research and Development,…” Duncan cleared his throat, “…for Hosang International.”

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