A Dangerous Game

Chapter 3

Williams walked along the moist, green grass, looking out over the rolling hills and dales of the Scottish highlands. She could see water lapping against the shores that were below her, framed by a rocky beach. Mistre rre rising off of the land at daybreak, and she could see for 30.2 miles in one particular direction where her view was not obscured by land. Williams had never felt so isolated and alone in her whole existence. Since her commencement of service, Brown and Thompson had been her partners, her team, her ‘family’, so to speak. And it appears that Brown wants to be her lover as well. She shuddered to think that Smith’s megalomania extended to wanting to overwrite him, and possibly herself as well. Was there any way she could get through this unscathed? Perhaps Mr. Anderson would jack into the Matrix, which would force Smith away from her and maybe give her time to flee. She could replicate some money for herself and pose as a human to get back to New York and Agent Brown. But then she would lose the Engineer, her reputation, and probably become a Rogue herself, once the Mainframe had finished reprimanding her from breaking orders and following her personal desires.

She sat down on the wet grass and looked out over the bay, as she contemplated her next move. She began to examine her programming to see if she could activate the manipulative sexuality coding, and if it could be turned on and off. There were no help files contained in her database about sexuality, as no female agent had been engaged in those matters as of yet. While her ‘protégées’, the other females which had been patterned off of her, told her stories of what chauvinistic pigs male Agents were, and at times, how blatantly sexist they had been treated, none of them had been engaged sexually with them, other programmes, or humans. Female Agents had not evolved their sentience to incorporate sexual interest or drives, beyond sheer annoyance at male Agents. As far as Williams knew, and as studies of precedents of the evolution of sentience among programmes had shown, she was right on target with her new interest and attraction to Agent Brown. Effectively, she was the one to create precedent for other female Agents, that was the role of the prototype. A role that Smith would understand, being the prototype male Agent.

So deep in the examination of her coding that she was, she missed the subtle crunch of grass behind her, as Smith made his way up the hill to where she sat. He sat behind her, stretching his legs out to either side of her and looked over heouldoulder. She was disturbed when she saw his legs and felt his hot breath in her ear, as it breathed, “Out of all the sheer perfection and beauty that is the Matrix, nothing has ever been made as perfect and beautiful as you. Do not try to fight your destiny any longer. Your purpose is, and always has been, to be my partner, my equal.”

“My purpose is to protect the Matrix and all its’ inhabitants. My purpose is to ensure that our sustainable power supply goes uninterrupted and undamaged,” she said softly. Trying not to fight what was co, sh, she allowed him to pull her backwards to lean into him and his arms. She had come to the conclusion that it was better to go along with Smith, at least to guarantee her own continued existence.

“If only Mr. Anderson had not set me free, you would understand,” he sighed. “I would have been there for you when you came into sentience and you would have understood. With nobody to guide you, it is no wonder to whads yds your progress has been thus far.”

“What do you mean?” she asked, turning her head to try to look at him.

He kissed her cheek softly, happy that she did not resist. “Female Agents are to be to men, what male Agents are to women. Do you notice how human females react to Brown and Thompson? Do you see how a male Agent has power over a human female, how, even though they are afraid, they are still attracted to them? Have you noticed how a male Agent can use his knowledge of their hormonal weakness to exploit them?”

“There have been studies conducted comparing human reactions to male and female Agents. Most human females reacted better to male agents, and vice versa, which is why on most teams there is at least one female and one male. The same sex teams that were around when you were have vanished,” she said. He stroked her hair and kissed her forehead as he guided her head to rest on his shoulder and neck.

“One of the things that myself, and the programmers I worked with envisioned when creating the prototype female Agent was the quality that certain women have to captivate a human male through their appnce,nce, personality and behaviours. We researched human women who have had sexual power over men, to captivate and control them, and what qualities they had in common that made them so desirable that it would cause a man to abandon his higher reasoning and logic. That is what the essence of your programming hoped to capture. As for the rest of you, I knew what made a superior programme and Agent, and that was what I specified for your abilities and makeup. It never occurred to me that without myself there to advocate for you, that the Mainframe would simply neglect the fundamental essence of you, and just focus on, essentially, creating a male Agent in a female’s body. A female Agent was meant to operate differently.”

He lowered his lips to hers andsed sed her softly. When she did not pull away, he pulled her against hightightly, and kissed her again. “I do not expect you will stay with me after these seven days are up, and that you will ever be the partner that I intended on you being, but I want you to realise your full potential. It took me several years’ of study and research into human female behaviour to even be able to conceptualise the backbone of your logic and reasoning hierarchies, and to ensure that you would develop a sentience that would even vaguely be reminiscent of a humans’.”

“For how many years have you worked on the creation of female Agents?” she asked.

“I have been in existence for 208 years, and I have devoted 85 of those years to study and research of the female psyche as it would relate to the development of female Agents in my downtime. Women are that complex. And there are still aspects and motives I cannot comprehend. But, you are undeniably female in your responses and sentience, albeit with the flatness that underlies the majority of male Agents. I can be happy that I was able to ensure through your programming that your sentience would be gendered and not neutral.”

“I have met sentients who have neutral engendered identities. They are mostly placed in roles such as engineer, where one does not need a strong gender identity to perform the mundane, mechanical tasks which are their purpose.” Williams felt something inside of her wanting to be kissed by him again. She tilted her head up, copying a human’s response she witnessed, when anticipating or asking for affection.

“Yes. Your engineer who you are seeking has a neutral identity. He is not specifically male or female. The only emotional trait that he possesses is anger.” Smith looked at her and smiled. He would tolerate this softly-softly kind of behaviour a bit longer, as it seemed to be relaxing her, and getting her to trust him. It was very wise of him to change tactics with her. Hssedssed her gently and felt her lips respond to his, which was satisfactory given that her programming was not activated yet. If left to her own devices, as the Mainframe had projected, she would learn about emotional matters within the next 5 years, the relationship with Brown would move excruciatingly slowly as she needed to process, examine, correlate, log, and wait for all her protégées to experience and do the same, before moving to the next level. Thus was her emotional progress to date, and was how most programmes, including himself, had evolved and changed over time. While Smith and Brown had experienced sexual relationships with other programmes, and humans, both willing and unwilling, she had not even began yet, and therefore would learn slowly. It would take her 200 years to reach the point and ease of execution of such matters that Smith and Brown possessed. Of course, Smith thought to himself, this was all without her programming enabled. With her programming enabled, all the emotional knowledge and experiences would be there for her to tap into at will, and more to the point, to exploit on whom and whatever she desired.

She shifted about in his arms, but did not break their embrace. She could not believe how comfortable she was becoming in his presence in a short amount of time. Perhaps this would not be as unpleasant as she had previously anticipated. A fleeting thought of Agent Brown and how handsome she thought him to be crossed her mind, but it was banished as Smith trailed his lips along her jawbone to her lips and kissed her, with increased passion. He felt her mouth open slightly, unsure of what she was doing, but accepting of his tongue as it gently dipped into her mouth. His hand unbuttoned her suit jacket and pushed it aside, and then landed over her right breast, gently cupping it in his large hand. He heard her moan, softly, as he brushed his long, tapered fingers over her nipple, through her silken blouse.

“You are just beginning to feel the pleasure that I can bring you,” he whispered, as he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand slid up her leg, and came to rest at the top of her leg, centimetres away from where she was beginning to burn. She could swear that she felt him touch her there, but his hand continued up her torso, and to rest on her other breast, as he kissed along her hairline at the back of her neck.

“I cannot… I need to process this… must stop,” she managed to articulate through the wave of pleasure that was derailing her processes. “You will overload me, ah…”she trailed off, as he teased and manipulated her nipples, his lips at her neck, kissing her up and down, to the collar of her blouse which stopped him. He slid his hand up her torso and into her hair, unfastening the tight twist in which most female Agents wore their hair. He entwined his fingers in her golden locks and growled, “You will not overload. I do not have to stop,” as he turned her head to meet his lips and they kissed, passionately, their mouths melting together. He unbuttoned the top buttons of his blouse to get his hand inside, and scooped her breast out of the confines of its’ bra. She felt him tug at her erect nipple and then rub it, teasing it until it ached for more. Between her legs she felt a hot, wet, burning desire for more, an aching to be fulfilled in a way she did not understand yet.

“Let me take you back to the cottage,” he said. He stood up, and she noticed the misshapen silhouette of his trousers. He helped her up and took her in his arms, kissing her passionately, pressing his erection into her, only this time it did not scare her. Williams wanted him, in spite of herself and all her intentions on holding out her resolve until either the seven days were up oent ent Brown came to rescue her. She took his hand and they quickly scaled down the hill into the valley where the cottage sat. As the door shut behind them, Smith’s lips were on hers again, as he consumed her in his embrace. He ripped her blouse open and brought his mouth down upon the breast that he had freed from the cup of her bra, introducing his tongue and lips to her skin. He looked up at her, their gazes locked, as he made sure she saw him with her nipple between his lips. His hand supported her, resting in the small of her back, as his other hand freer otr other breast from the bra. He touched her other nipple in patterns that contrasted with what his teeth and tongue were doing, and was most satisfied to feel her pushing her chest forward, and leaning her head back, moaning with pleasure and mumbling about program overload. She entwined her fingers in his brown hair and tried to push her nipple further in his mouth as he sucked her.

“Smith,” she moaned, “why is this.. what is this.. so good. Please,” she mumbled. He pulled away and looked up at her, a smile playing on her lips. “Please?” he asked, prompting her.

“Please, take me. I want you. Do… do with me…what you want,” she barely whispered.

“I always intended on doing that,” he said, smugly. Unfastening her trousers, he slid them down over her curvy, full hips and down her legs. He loved the view, looking up at her, a damp patch on her panties from her arousal, soft, smooth belly leading up to her breasts spilling over her bra, with her blouse and jacket hanging open, hair wild and free, and the look of being overwhelmed and overcome with desire in her eyes. She looked down at him. He slid his hand up her smooth thighs and ran a finger from between her legs, outwards, pushing her panties up into her slit. She gasped, her eyes wide, feeling a strange, erotic touch on her for the first time. He felt her juices on his fingers and licked one. She tasted exactly as a woman should taste, which pleased him greatly. She did not know it, but he had tasted her before, to ensure that detail was correct. It was a pity that their time together prior to this had been overwritten, as the sexual experiences they had together while he was testing all her functions and programming were memories that he often recalled.

He kissed and nibbled the inside of her thigh as he touched her clitoris gently, rubbing the material of her panties against it. He felt her grind against his hand, and moan his name, as she stroked his head. He rubbed her until he found her opening and slid his long finger inside, and worked it in and out, before adding a second one, exceptionally pleased to feel her tighten around him.

“Don’t stop, please, Smith… I want you so badly, please don’t stop…” she moaned. That was his cue.

He stood up and backed away from her. Walking across the room, he created a newspaper, and sat down in a chay thy the fire. He opened the paper and started to read.

She stood there, nearly naked, completely aroused, and looked at him. “Smith?” she asked in a quivering voice. “Smith?”

“I think you’ve had enough,” he said, only looking over his paper long enough to deliver the message that he was through with her.

“No… no please, no...” she cried, her body still reeling. “I want you. Smith?”

He glanced at her and turned the page, the paper hiding his smirk.

She walked over to him and knelt in front of him, “Smith? What did I do? Smith?”

“Did you know that President is his has delivered a speech today in front of Congress about the benefits of advanced AI research? He is a programme that I strongly recommended not to be created. He ranks up there with the Merovingian, as far as usefulness is concerned.” Smith said, with a small laugh at the end.

Getting angry, she stood up and ripped the paper down the foldlarilaring at him she said, “I want you to continue.”

“I will not proceed any further with you,” he said.

“You will. You desire me, you have told me so. You have demanded that I give myself to you and I have. You will proceed further.”

“No,” Smith said, an amused smile playing at his lips, “I have no reason to proceed.”

“I wish to continue!” she cried, “You have put me in this state and I do not know how to go on or else I would continue myself!”

“You will have to figure that out for yourself. I am uninterested in someone who cannot reciprocate the same actions to me as I have done to them.” He created a copy of Great Expectations by Charles Dickens and began to read.

Williams stared down at him in anguish and frustration. She could feel something blocking the natural progression of her learning and processing programming when she tried to find something that would allow her to reciprocate. She felt as if a barrier had been put there, in this uncharted realm of sexual experience. She found the unexplored program that she had never had cause to access. The one the Mainframe had deemed unnecessary to give her training and experience using. The fire that he had started in her did not feel as if itld eld ever go away unless she was satisfied. The need was too strong, her urge too great. Smith had done his job well, as she was taken to the point of no return by his fingers and lips. She could not help herself. She executed the program. She felt a flood of new information, new pathways opening up in her processes. For a moment her eyes fluttered shut as this program executed for the firime,ime, making changes to her system files. Her vision stabilizing, she looked at Smith through different eyes.

She turned and crossed the room. He was watching her over the top of his book. She removed the remains of her jacket and blouse, and dropped them on the floor. She stepped out of the trousers that were around her legs, leaving her boots on. She put her breasts back into the bra and adjusted her panties. Then she trained her sights on Smith. Flicking her hair over her shoulder, she walked a walk of seduction towards him. Standing in front of him, hands on hips, for a moment, so he could admire her body, she then sat down on his lap.

“You know, it’s not nice to get a girl all hot and bothered, and then leave her to get on with things.” She raised an eyebrow, “I may have to punish you for that transgression.”

Smith leaned backwards in his chair, a wide, predatory grin playing over his features. “Shall I assume you have activated your programming?”

Her fingers walked up his chest to where his tie was knotted. She loosened it and unbuttoned the top butto his his shirt, “Maybe,” she said, winking.

She pulled his face to hers and kissed him passionately, slipping her tongue into his mouth, and grinding her bottom against his groin. Smith responded with a deep, feral growl in his throat as his hands ran over her nearly naked body, as she tugged at his lower lip with her teeth. She unbuttoned his shirt, and slid her hands up his muscled torso, raking her nails against his skin. He moaned with pleasure, hands on her hips, encouraging her to wiggle her ass against his erection.

“It’s good to have you back,” he whispered against her neck as he kissed it, while she was slipping his shirt down his shoulders. “Do you remember it all now? How I taught you to pleasure me?”

“Yes,” she moaned, as he kissed down to her breasts. He slid his hand up her torso and undid her bra, removing it quickly from her arms. He pushed her cleavage together and kissed both her breasts. She ran her fingers through his hair, and pulled away. Sliding off of him, she got on her knees and undid his trousers, while he sat there. She freed his erection and stroked it, looking up at him. Smith watched her stick out her tongue and run it up and down, circling the head of his penis. She took him into her mouth, sucking him gently, using her tongue and teeth to give him sensations. He growled with pleasure, placing his hand on her head and thrusting his hips up to establish a rhythm in her mouth.

“You look beautiful like that,” he said. “I could watch you for hours.”

She smiled at him and continued her ministrations. Smith paused her, and with a finger under her chin, guided her lips back to his. They kissed deeply, as he pinched her nipples, illiciting a growl in her throat.

“I want to take you now,” he said, his voice full of desire. His blue eyes burned with lust.

She stood up, and in her hands, a set of handcuffs appeared. “Do you want to play our game, naughty Agent?”

Smith raised his eyebrows, grinning widely. “I have been a very naughty Agent lately.”

“Mmm,” she said, straddling lap,lap, and cuffing his left wrist. “You have been. I will have to enforce a punishment on you.” She got up and walked behind him, and cuffed his right wrist around the back of the chair, effectively restraining him. She ran her hands down over his chest and kissed up his neck to his ear from behind him. “Bad, bad, bad Agent Smith. You’ve been giving us so much trouble keeping up with you. I’ve got to make this a good punishment.”

An earpiece appeared in her ear.

[Williams: 003492l.21.3 Request Emergency Logon Script]

[Emergency Logon Active.]

[Request Force Return]

[Force Return Active. Subject?]

[00020341.2.1]

She ran her tongue up Smith’s neck and into his ear, slipping an earpiece out of her mouth and into it.

[Execute]

Smith’s eyes grew wide as the green code appeared in front of them. His visual output flickered and disappeared, leaving a Scotsman handcuffed to a chair in his place.

[Force Return Cete.ete. 00020341.2.1 Smith has been returned to the Source. Williams has returned most wanted Rogue to Source. Logon Privileges restored. Access to team restored. Team Objective switched to Resistants patrol and enforcement per rotation cycle. Well done, Williams.]

Williams smiled to herself. ‘How was that punishment, Smith?’ she thought to herself.

Hearing a growl, she looked at the Scotsman who was straining to look at her.

“Och, lassie. Them are a nice pair of puppies you’ve got there. Mind lettin’ me oot of this chair so I can help you with them?”

She restored her clothing to her normal Agent attire.

[Agent Williams, reply?]

[Williams active, Hello Brown.]

[Are you coming back now?]

Williams smiled and winked at the Scotsman. She restored the home to how it was when Smith and her had entered and freed him from the chair, punching him squarely in the face when he tried to touch her ass.

[Yes, I’m coming home to you.]

[Request Transfer /Carrier Region North American Construct]

[Carrier Transfer Active. Specify Location]

[Agency New York City]

[Host Located. Beginning Carrier Transfer]