Training the new maid.

The Matrix—property of the Wachowski Bros and Warner Bros. None of this is mine at all.

Sorry this took so long people—been busy with finals. Will update faster now. So review and make me happy!


Naomi woke up the next day; she’d slept literally round the clock. The events of the last few days didn’t seem real, like she’d dreamed them somehow. Of course, one look in the mirror at her spiky black hair, then a glance at the contents of her room, reminded her that, yes, she was really on the run from two skilled psychos and she was, yes, in possession of a magic book.

Sitting down heavily on the bouncy Victorian bed, she held her head in her hands and thought about the next step. It was a certainty they were still looking for her, if for no other reason than pride—she took from them, they’d want to make her pay. But she’d slept the last 24 hours and they hadn’t shown up in that time, so she must have thrown them off her immediate trail. They were smart however; they’d find her eventually if she stayed put. Even though they had underestimated bef before, somehow she doubted if she could rely on that advantage anymore. Also, they appeared to have almost unlimited resources available to them and they certainly weren’t hampered by any moral concerns. Most likely they would look at her background and her patterns to predict what she would do next, which meant she needed act as out of character as possible.

Family, friends, hell, acquaintances, they would all have to be left behind. In a way, it felt liberating to know she’d never have to see those people again. It felt like a clean and justified break. What she’d wanted, but hadn’t been able to do until now. So, where to go from here? First off, another change of hair color and a shower. Then some breakfast, she couldn’t remember if this place came with breakfast or not, hell, she’d just figure it out.

Naomi sat at the edge of the bathtub and worked the color into her poor hair. After her shower, she’d blow dry it then even it up a bit, no time to stop for a haircut. It felt weird, she was used to her hair being long, and it changed the way she looked dramatically, that and the clothes. She looked like she should have a couple of tattoos and some piercings. Snapping off the gloves into the bathtub, she looked down at her full breasts and pinched the nipples; it might be interesting to get her nipples pierced. She shook her head, here she was running for her life and she was thinking about getting a piercing done.

Naomi glanced over at the clock; she’d have to wait twenty minutes for the hair color to finish. She examined her hands to make sure there was no color chemical residue on them, then slipped a hand between her legs and started stroking herself. It would help her chill out and focus if she had an orgasm, a technique she’d often used when studying. It made her mind feel clear, her body relaxed. Her other hand she slid up the bottom curve of one of her breasts, then pinched the erect nipple some more, remembered how Two had teased her breasts and began employing his techniques. She brought her other hand up and began stroking the other nipple, using her juices to lubricate the nipple, then bending down to lick it clean. She could almost suck the nipple herself, but though her breasts were a full D, they were too firm to stretch. The best she could do was run the tip of her tongue over the hard nib and the puffy pink areola. Still, it felt good. Not as good as when the twins sucked them, but still good.

She licked first one nipple, then the other, and slipped a hand back down to her groin. This time she pushed two fingers inside herself, found the spot One had stroked, and used her thumb to stroke her clit. At first it was awkward, getting the rhythm right, then she got it down and it wasn’t long before she stood up in the bath, her face pressed against the cool tiles, and started bucking against her hand, the force of the orgasm making her breasts shake, her knees weak. As the aftershocks faded, Naomi glanced over at the clock, still another ten minutes. She knew from experience that the second orgasm was always more intense than the first, and started stroking herself again, this time concentrating on the sensations in her groin as she let her imagination go. She thought about stroking Two while One punished her, his jutting penis bobbing up and down as One struck her over and over. The look of dark pleasure on One's face, the snarl curving his lips, he’d been out of control, his breath coming in short pants. She pictured him fucking her from behind while she stroked Two, One inside her like her fingers were inside her now, but hurting her, she’d liked how he hurt her, and how he had enjoyed hurting her. Naomi cried out as the force of the orgasm left her panting against the wall, her inner muscles spasming over and over as she thought of One ramming her from behind, not making love to her, but fucking her, yanking her hair as he punished her for her disobedience. Then it was finally time to rinse her hair.

As Naomi showered, she thought about One and Two, more about One than Two. He’d made her feel more intensely than she had thought possible, she had enjoyed, yes as sick as she found it, enjoyed the way he abused and controlled her. It must be a little like that poisonous fish the Japanese are so fond of—a delicious meal that can kill you if it’s not done just right. If it were safe, it wouldn’t be nearly as yummy. Unfortunately, she felt pretty sure he had intended to kill her, not as an accident, but a definite plan. Clearly she had an unexpected taste for rough handling, as shown by her fantasies, but it didn’t include being tortured to death. She could find other partners to fulfill her desire to be dominated, while not having to worry about being killed.

Naomi wanted to live forever, like them, and be powerful, like them. Maybe if that book could help her to achieve her goals, she would go to them as an equal. Or maybe she would just find new partners to explore her limits with—first priority was locating a safe place to begin reading that book. As she stepped out of the shower, her hair now red, she decided to pack up and head down to breakfast on her way out. It was time to get back on the road. She’d pick up a map and decide her route as she drove, better to keep moving to make sure they didn’t find her.

She pulled on the jeans, hiking boots, white t-shirt and pale blue v-neck sweater. She looked rather nice, the sweater brought out the blue in her eyes, and while the red hair was a different look, it somehow fit her better than the black. She didn’t look half bad, even if the hair was crazy short. She styled it into a rough pixie cut then made her way downstairs, bag in hand.

The breakfast area was small, but the table was laden with food. Naomi was ravenous, simply starving. She’d had almost nothing to eat and she fell to with a will. After thirty minutes of solid eating, she paid then walked out to her GTO. Half expecting to see the twins come screeching around the corner, she pulled out of the driveway and drove towards the center of town. The day was gorgeous; one of those early spring days where winter finally starts to loosen it’s hold. Cold, but sunny and clear, the air sharp and clean, it was her favorite kind of day, and made it impossible to be in a bad mood. She pulled into a gas station, and while the car was filling up she bought snacks for the road and a map of the area. A room in some small town maybe, or a cabin would work well for her needs. She grabbed a couple of papers as well; she’d see what was available.

A plan began to form in her mind. She could rent several cabins in the area with cash, but only stay at one. Then call and use her credit card to rent others that were plausibly close enough for her to have traveled there, but where she had no intention of going. She was pretty sure they’d be able to trace her via electronic transactions since regular humans could do so, surely magical creatures with a shitload of money could do at least as well. This might work, maybe. Any plan was better than blundering around doing nothing. She cranked the engine back up and headed out for the farm road, it would cross many of the same small towns, but seemed less exposed than the highway. When she stopped for lunch, she’d make some calls and find a place to hide out and read the book.

One sighed; this was beginning to seem pointless. They hadn’t found a clue of her, and did not have any idea even where she had gone. She must be sticking to small towns and the farm roads otherwise they’d have caught her on someone’s surveillance gear. He leaned against the seat and sighed again, he was thoroughly bored. Those two females from last night had taken the edge off his hunger somewhat, but he still found himself eagerly looking forward to continuing their little maid’s training. The thought of her sweet mouth around him was all it took to begin to be aroused, which of course frustrated him more since he had no idea as to the location of that sweet mouth.

**Stop fantasizing about her. We are simply frustrating ourselves.** Two thought grumpily to One.

Right then the open laptop pinged, a hit. One sat up, all lassitude gone, to see a shot of a red haired Naomi walking towards something. He adjusted the focus, yes, behind her was a Circle K store so she was walking towards gas pumps. The search was designed to look for images of her, not her vehicle, so as soon as she disappeared out of the camera’s line of sight, the image disappeared. One frantically typed, hoping to get a look at her car, maybe catch the license plate, but no luck. By the time he had control of all the cameras in the location, she was gone. Damn it!

**Where?** Two snapped, ready to speed to the location.

**Ansonville.** One then fed Two the map location off the laptop.

Two grimaced, that was nearly two hours away, and she’d be long gone by then, but at least they were in the general area. Eventually they’d catch her.