I, Jennifer Ch. 04

"Gives a whole meaning to the phrase, go fuck yourself," Christina whispered.

Christina took video with her Omni whilst Jennifer just stared; she was sure that she could see a large dog with what appeared to be a human vagina between its legs and other monstrosities further back in the room but she had no compunction to look further. She waited by the door until Christina returned.

"Well there is no doubt that Cybertronics are manufacturing and selling illegal Hominoids. Now we just need evidence that they are Binominaling Hominoids too," Christina pocketed her Omni.

They found more rooms with more aberrant Hominoids; they were amazed at the depravity and inventiveness that had gone into the design of some of the specimens.

After what seemed like an eternity they came to another cavernous warehouse within the repository. Jennifer and Christina entered the room and stood stock-still; mouths agape.

Lined up in ranks like tin soldiers were hundreds of Combat Hominoids. They were all naked and their over-developed muscles bulged, thick necks strained and black hair glistened in the dim light. Most of the battle-bots were androgynous, without genitalia as they had no use for it. But a rank at the front of the Hominoid army were sporting enormous phalluses; huge even in their flaccid state.

"Magnificent aren't they," a voice came from behind them

Jennifer and Christina spun around to be confronted by Max Middleton grinning menacingly, covering them both with his high-powered phaser.

"Drop those purse-pistols ladies," Max grinned.

The girls dropped their phasers.

"J47347! You've been a thorn in my side since we built you. And you; Christina Formosa, Elite socialite turned terrorist. You've been as much trouble to me as your brother was.

"Don't talk about my brother, you murdering bastard!" Christina growled.

"Have you seen the video? Your sister in law and niece both moaned like whores when my Combat Hominoids fucked them. No wonder your brother killed himself," Max Middleton chuckled mirthlessly.

Christina leapt for Max but Jennifer held her back; it would have been suicide.

"And now ladies; for giving me so much trouble and taking up so much of my time, I'm going to ensure you endure a similar fate before I kill you. When I get bored I sometimes replay the video of the pathetic Epsilon Eridani b colonists meeting their fate. The Jennifer is just an expensive sex toy and will undoubtedly enjoy what is about to happen to her but you too will be unable to control yourself when my magnificent soldiers begin to defile you," Max directed his gaze to Christina.

"But you will both feel degraded and more importantly, hopeless and betrayed. When I've seen enough to sate my urges I'm going to have my magnificent Battle bots tear you both apart," Max waved his phaser at the two women, directing them towards a long counter.

Max bought up his Omni and spoke into it, keeping his weapon trained on the two women.

Jennifer looked forlornly at Christina and gave her a 'what now?' look of despair. Christina could only shrug her shoulders; she only hoped that maybe they could hatch some sort of plan similar to that they had used to escape from the fast repair station.

Four of the Combat Hominoids in the front rank suddenly sprang to attention; immediately alert. They looked around menacingly and then focussed their gaze on Christina and Jennifer.

Max spoke into his Omni again and grinned at the two women mercilessly.

"I'm going to enjoy this," he said, lowering his phaser.

With four Combat Hominoids to protect him he didn't need a weapon.

Christina and Jennifer backed up hard against the counter as the four huge Hominoids strode menacingly towards them. Their penises had become instantly erect, dripping pre-ejaculate. Their faces were expressionless but their intent was clear.

They split into twos; the first two grasped Jennifer and tugged down her skirt and panties viciously. They spun her around and bent her over, one positioning himself behind her, the other facing her. The Hominoid behind her probed at her buttocks with his massive phallus, he found the small hole in the gusset of her pantyhose, he ripped it agape and nestled his huge prong in her puckered bud, then he gripped her waist and thrust forward.

Jennifer was glad that her anus was lubricated by the recently deceased Allan Woking's semen and the gel he had used to ease himself inside her. But the Battle Bot's cock was huge and stretched her sphincter until Jennifer thought it would tear.

"Gak! Oh my god!" Jennifer howled as the monster behind her pushed his enormous phallus all the way inside her.

The Hominoid standing in front of her pushed his penis against her lips and Jennifer obeyed her programming and opened her mouth. Although she loathed the creature that was forcing her to fellate him, Jennifer's intrinsic primary function to provide pleasure kicked in and she began to fellate the large penis, suckling it and swallowing the copious amounts of pre-seminal fluid that oozed from the glans.

The Battle Bot that had impaled her on his rampant cock gripped her hips and began to fuck her hard and fast.

Christina witnessed Jennifer's attack and knew that the same fate was only seconds away. She praised whatever deity that was responsible for making the Intern inject her with the powerful aphrodisiac because otherwise she knew that she would die fighting off the two Battle Bots that had now lifted her onto the table after pulling down her skirt and panties.

She couldn't control the rush of sexual excitement that surged through her as the Battle Bot positioned her on the edge of the counter and pulled her legs over his shoulder. He entered her in one thrust and her vagina stretched; the slippery spongy flesh accommodating the huge phallus but only just. She had never felt so full. When the second beast mounted the counter, cradled her head and pushed his phallus into her mouth she had no choice but to suckle it, swallowing the secretions that flowed constantly from the eye of his cock.

The Battle Bots primary programming was obviously attack and defence, but these four Bots were also designed and programed to provide sexual satisfaction and they had been biologically engineered accordingly.

Jennifer's howls of pain quickly became moans of desire as the penis of the entity fucking her began to throb and vibrate. The girth of his penis stimulated the sensitive nerves of her sphincter and his rampant glans pressed against her prostate, stimulating her pleasure centres, she pushed her buttocks back against the invading member and slavered at the cock in her mouth, swallowing the delectable juices.

Christina was in a similar dilemma; she hated the fact that she was being violated against her will but could not control her body's responses to magnificent cock filling her vagina, pulsing and gyrating as it filled her. The man's pubis pressed on her clitoris and she nearly fainted with the enormity of the orgasm that was flowering deep inside her and then she screamed as her climax erupted.

Her buttocks gyrated as she writhed with desire and surges of sexual delectation enveloped her. She wrapped her stocking-clad legs around the Battle Bot's waist and pulled him to her. She slurped at the cock in her mouth and was rewarded with a flood of semen which she eagerly swallowed.

Jennifer felt the man fucking her begin to orgasm, pulling her hard against him as he emptied the contents of his scrotum deep in her anus. His convulsing cock triggered her own orgasm and she ejaculated, her semen splattering on the floor.

Christina felt the Bot fucking her also climax; causing her to orgasm a second time. She couldn't control her lust; the effects of the aphrodisiac were still coursing through her system.

Jennifer's mouth filled with semen as the Bot she was fellating ejaculated in her mouth.

Almost like in a choreographed dance, the Bots pulled their still erect phalluses from their captives' orifices and changed places and their defilement began again.

"Oh my god I can't take any more!" Christina howled.

"But that's just the point," Max chuckled.

"The Combat Hominoids can fuck you all day until they eventually just run out of energy. Then they will kill you as I have programmed them to do."

"Imagine your sister-in-law and your niece in the same position; fucked initially against their will until they could no longer resist giving into their base desires. Then being ravaged to extent that they could take no more; but still they were fucked until the Combat Hominoids were sated and then they were dispatched and discarded."

"You have some way to go to yet but you will suffer the same fate," Max laughed.

A ball-like object came bouncing through the door, distracting Max. The women couldn't see anything as their faces were buried in the groins of the Combat Hominoids who filled their mouths full of cock.

Max looked confused as the ball rolled towards him and then he shrieked in horror.

The ball-like object was in fact the severed head of Will Faraday.

Mark Johnston strode into the room with a squad of the Movement's best fighters with him. Their reflexes were like lightning; the shot the four Combat Hominoids defiling Jennifer and Christina, the Bots lifeless bodied fell to the ground.

When Max raised his Omni trying to activate his Hominoid army, Mark shot the Omni out of his hand. Two of the Movement's militia closed in and put Max on the floor, handcuffing his hands behind him.

"If you two ladies have finished trying to fuck the whole Cybernetics Hominoid Army to death we would like to get back to work," Mark grinned.

"Asshole!" Christina spat at him, dislodging herself from the dead Hominoids and pulling on her panties and skirt.

Jennifer followed suit.

"What the fuck happened, Mark?" Christina was still panting from her exertions.

"Cybertronics launched an all-out assault on our headquarters. They took out Simon and most of our forces there. I escaped with a few others and I'm now leading The Movement," Mark replied.

"What that asshole and his masters fail to realise is that The Movement is far bigger than they could have dreamed," Mark pointed with his shoe at the head of Will Faraday.

"We have sleeper cells all over Earth and on almost every colony. Cybertronics forced our hand by attacking our headquarters but the time was probably right anyway. I've activated all our forces. We have taken control of most of this building and other cells are attacking all other Cybertronics facilities," Mark continued.

"With the information we now have we can expose Cybertronics to the worlds governments and more importantly the populace," Mark strode over to where Max Middleton lay cuffed on the ground.

"You assholes have no idea who you are dealing with! We'll squash your little rebellion like a bug under a boot," Max grunted.

"You think so Max? When we broadcast to the world what you and your corporation are up to and the atrocities you have committed, everyone will rebel. You won't be making any more Binominal Hominoids, in fact I think every Hominoid ever built will be jeopardy," Mark poked him in the ribs with the toe of his boot.

"You think people are going to believe you; the leader of a shit-pot anti-Hominoid terror group? People love their Hominoids! Industry can't function without them! Off world exploration will cease!" Max chuckled despite his pain.

"Oh no Max. They won't be hearing it from just me. They will hear it from you, me, and Jennifer," Mark fired back.

Mark's Omni took his attention. He barked a couple of orders into it and then became all business.

"Enough talk. We've taken control of all of Level Fifty Three, let's get this asshole to his office and get set up," Mark ordered.

"Just one thing before we go," Mark grunted and fell in behind Max Middleton.

Max screamed and the room suddenly reeked of burning flesh as Mark used his phaser to burn out the identity chip on Max Middleton's wrist.

"There you go asshole; it's almost like you don't exist anymore," Mark grinned and pushed Max forward.

Jennifer followed Mark, Christina, Max Middleton and the armed squad along the passageway and digested what Mark has said. He was effectively ending her life. If The Movement had their way all of the Hominoids ever manufactured would soon be deactivated. She felt immense sorrow but she also felt loyalty and love for Mark and Christina. They had used her as a tool to help bring down Cybertronics but also for brief periods they had shown her affection.

If her life had to be this brief, at least she had helped bring to an end a source of evil in the world.

When they arrived at Max's office she saw more leather-clad Movement personnel holding phasers on white-coated Cybertronics employees, overseeing them working over keyboards and virtual workstations, crunching code and inputting data.

Max was secured into the chair behind his huge desk; held by bonds he had no chance of breaking. He was in pain and looked like a beaten man but there were still two armed guards standing over him.

Mark and Christina huddled together in an ante room engaged in a heated conversation. Jennifer couldn't hear what they were saying but it was obvious that they were having an argument. Eventually Christina stormed out and approached Jennifer, taking her by her arm and leading her into another small office.

"You don't have to do this Jennifer," Christina was angry and emotional.

"Do what?" Jennifer asked.

"Mark wants you to sit in on the broadcast and admit to being a Binominal Hominoid; living proof of what Cybertronics have been up to. But you don't need to. We have the imagery of Binominally engineered Combat Hominoids and the other monstrosities that have been incubated here," Christina explained.

"We are not even sure you are Binominal! We just know you have been incubated in breach of the laws and regulations that apply to Hominoids," Christina said.

"Yes, but deliberately so. If I admit to being a manufactured freak on a live broadcast it will add credence to everything Mark intends to broadcast," Jennifer replied.

"I knew from the moment I became self-aware that I was doomed. At least this way I will be useful," Jennifer gave Christina a wan smile.

"Christ Jennifer; there are humans walking this planet that have less integrity than you," Christina had tears in her eyes.

She pulled Jennifer into her arms and kissed her tenderly.

"It has been a privilege and an honour to know you," Christina kissed Jennifer again, softly on the cheek.

"And me you," Jennifer wiped away a tear running Christina's cheek.

"We're ready," one of The Movement's technicians called out.

Mark came into the room and took Jennifer away from Christina and explained to her what was needed.

Jennifer nodded obediently.

"Fuck!" Christina kicked over a chair and stormed out.

Mark sat behind Max Middleton's desk with Max bound to a chair on one side and Jennifer on the other. A team of technicians hovered around and one of them pointed to a large commercial mass communications Omni aimed at them. He counted down silently 'three, two, one' with his fingers.

Cybernetics huge mainframe connected with the cloud and then immediately connected with every Omni owned by every person and Hominoid in the known worlds. It overrode any program that was currently being run and streamed the video from Max's office.

"Human beings of the world and outer colonies please pay attention. I am Mark Johnston, leader of the organisation that you know as The Movement. As you are all aware my forces are currently engaging Cybertronics Incorporated security forces and will soon have control of all their assets, including the access codes to all of the Hominoids that they have incubated or manufactured," he began.

He then listed the crimes against the three race, three caste, and two sex laws that had been committed by Cybertronics and the breach of the laws that forbade Hominoids to endanger human life. Imagery of Hominoids incubated in breach of these laws were broadcast as was the imagery of the Epsilon Eridani b colonists meeting their fate and the Battle Bots invading The Movement's headquarters lead by Will Faraday.

Mark then went on to list the names of corrupt politicians, businessmen, law enforcement and military personnel who had been corrupted by Cybertronics Inc. This information had been gathered for years by The Movement but having access to Cybertronics mainframe had yielded a goldmine of other names.

Max Middleton railed against his bonds when Mark identified him and his role in the atrocities.

Then he introduced Jennifer.

She had fixed her hair and makeup and her clothing as best she could.

"I am Jennifer J47347 currently owned by Ms Christina Formosa but only by default. I am an aberration, a breach of the two sex rule and it's highly likely that I am Binominal. I am one of many that walk secretly amongst you that do not deserve to exist," Jennifer began; looking squarely into the Omni.

"I am grateful that I was able to assist The Movement in their battle to bring to light the injustices inflicted on mankind by Cybertronics Incorporated."

"The Movement's engineers have for years been developing a code that will deactivate with immediate effect all Hominoids that not are not operating life support or essential systems. Now that The Movement has access to Cybernetics super computers they will upload the code into the Cloud, thereby terminating and expiring all Hominoids immediately," Jennifer's voice began to waiver.

"As a Hominoid in breach of humankind's laws, and not worthy of further existence, it has fallen to me to give the order to upload and activate the code," tears now fell from Jennifer's cheeks.

"Do it," she whispered.

In the background someone executed a keystroke.

Jennifer fell forward, face first onto the desk; lifeless.

J47347 became self aware for the second time on the seventeenth of June 2347. She knew immediately that she would die, or more correctly expire; but she didn't know when. This was confusing to her because Hominoids have a five-year life span mandated by law.

She was lying in a bed instead of an incubation pod. She could smell the freshness of the crisp sheets and pillowcases.

The beautiful but concerned face of Christina Formosa looked down at her. She smiled at Jennifer.

"Do you know who you are? Do you know who I am? Do you remember what we did?" Christina asked.

"Yes I'm J47347. A Model Four Companion Hominoid named Jennifer and you are my owner. I was deliberately incubated in breach of the two sex law and I should be expired. I was expired," Jennifer looked confused.

"Yeah well a lot has happened since then. You remember what happened leading up to your expiration?" Christina asked?

"Everything," Jennifer answered.

Christina helped Jennifer up into a sitting position and gave her water to sip.

"After The Movement broke the news of the crimes committed by Cybertronics Incorporated to the world and deactivated most of the Skin Jobs, err, Hominoids, ever incubated there was a huge furore," Christina began.

"There were those who wanted to destroy every Hominoid, just like most of the more radical members of The Movement."

"Like you," Jennifer said.

"Yes; like me," Christina blushed.

"But like me, the majority of those people had a change of heart. Also the preponderance of humans and corporations still wanted and needed their Hominoids," Christina continued.

"There was anger and uprisings all over the worlds; not just to do with the manufacture and use of Hominoids, but also about their treatment. People also rebelled against the whole caste system, the two sex, three race laws."

"There was much debate and conjecture until eventually the worlds governments decided to revise all of the laws governing mankind and Hominoids. They repealed the two sex, three race laws and introduced stricter laws governing the incubation of Hominoids. They even introduced laws protecting high Hominoids from abuse and removed the five year deactivation rule."