Training the new maid.

I do not own any Matrix characters etc. All belong to the Wachowski bros and Warner.

A/N And time the twins’ dialogue appears between ** ** they are thinking to each other.

He hooked his fingers into the lacings of her corset then pulled her back into the middle of the room. Two stayed on the couch and continued to watch avidly. Naomi flinched a little when she saw One pull a straight razor out of his pocket. Carefully he began to cut away her clothing beginning with the apron.

Reaching around her he nuzzled her neck as he untied the apron strings, then nibbled at her ear as he slid his hands up her back, lifted the neck of the apron and cut it away. He pulled the edges of the apron around her body as he trailed a line of kisses along her jaw pausing to briefly brush his lips against hers. Then he stepped back and grabbed her jaw forcing her to look up at him.

“You are not so stupid as to think we care for you? Yes? You will not make that mistake?”

Naomi blinked in surprise, and before she remembered her role as stupid toy, she said “Why do you care what I think?”

He cocked his head and looked at her thoughtfully, then a slight smile crossed his lips as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “We don’t, but considering how stupid we thought you were, we wanted to be plain in the interest of fairness.” One emphasized the word thought, to make it clear that they questioned that belief now.

Oh, well, in for a penny, in for a pound. “Yes, but you didn’t answer my question, not really. Caring about fairness implies at least a slight consideration for the other person, even if the issue revolves around personal honor, fairness is not designed solely for individual benefit. So, why do you care?”

One smirked, then said, “We don’t care about you, we care about enjoying the game. A fair game is generally more challenging.” He paused considering her, “Why do you pretend to be stupid, when clearly you are not?”

“I did not pretend to be stupid, not at first. You assumed I was stupid, and I allowed it because I thought it was,” she backed off, suddenly worried about offending them.

“Because?” One said dangerously. Naomi shivered, he was still holding that razor, what the hell was she thinking?

Two stood up and joined them, placing his hands around her waist, thoroughly enjoying her fear and discomfort. “Because?” He whispered in her ear.

Naomi ran through her options in her mind and decided that honesty might be the best policy, that and a little boldness.

“Funny, I thought it was funny. It happens all the time and I find it funny, especially when the people in question seem to otherwise be intelligent and perceptive. I feel superior.”

“So, our insults make you feel superior?” One said incredulously, this was a new twist.

Two was nibbling at her neck, distracting her. “No, the fact that you believe them does.”

“Hmm, yes, we see how that could provide a certain satisfaction. But now we know you are intelligent, your advantage is gone.” As he said this he began to cut the laces to her bustier one by one.

“Now we know, we will find new ways to punish you,” Two breathed into her ear.

“Our agreement was for you to undress me and dress me, nothing more.” Naomi said shakily.

“Yes, but there is the matter of your punishment. You agreed to that. We will consider the form of it as we prepare you.” One sneered as he cut the last lace and her bustier relaxed. Two reached around her and began to slowly unhook the many fasteners on the front of the bustier, his deftness made it clear he’d had plenty of practice. As he reached the swell of her breasts, his hands lingered over them briefly, then finished and the bustier fell to the floor as he stepped away and sat back down to continue watching.

One had watched Naomi’s face as Two worked. The play of emotions on her face was interesting, fear, desire, and something else, stubbornness maybe? The fact that she had tricked them amused him a great deal, that had never happened before in their virgin games. And the fact that the trick had not been for her safety, but for her amusement and pride gave him a slight respect for her. She intrigued them, unquestionably. Quite possibly she would mature into a formidable foe.

But for now, she was too green to be any real threat.

He bent his head and whispered in her ear, “This begins your punishment,” then kissed her gently on the mouth as he lifted her chin and stroked her neck. At first she froze, then she responded slightly, her lips parting to receive his tongue. As soon as she responded, he stopped and continued undressing her. It amused him to feel her lean slightly forward as he pulled away and knelt down to deal with her skirt.

Violently he slit it up to the crotch so quick he heard her gasp then ripped the rest of it off her with one good tug until all that was left was her panties and her shoes. He watched as her full breasts swayed side to side from the force of the removal, umm, very delicious. Could they be the first to see them? He smiled briefly and stood as he devised a new game to humiliate her.

“Stand there. Do not move unless we tell you to.” One walked back to the couch and sat next to Two. Both of then stared impassively at her, their eyes studying her for what felt like an eternity. She wanted them to touch her, but waited to see what they would do next.

One finally spoke, “We wish to hear your sexual history so we may evaluate your readiness for our punishments.”

“Leave out nothing, we will know if you are lying.” Two added.

Well, that was patently ridiculous, thought Naomi. They hadn’t noticed she was intelligent in over three weeks of observation. There wasn’t much to tell anyway. “I have been kissed about twenty times total by two separate boys. One of them touched my breasts once through my sweater, but I told him to stop and he did. That’s all.” She said flatly.

“Tell us about the kisses, and this time, please be detailed.” One said in a pained voice.

Naomi gritted her teeth--this was somewhat humiliating. Some of the kisses she hadn’t enjoyed and she figured that question was coming next. Well, she’d beat them to it. Carefully she catalogued her experiences making them non-erotic and scientific, yet detailed.

“Robert, age 18. Kisses occurred over a six-month period. All kisses occurred behind St Paul’s Church in Bishop, Iowa on Sunday evenings between the hours of 7PM and 7:30PM central standard time. My age at time of kisses-16. Total kisses 13. First kiss—quick lip to lip, assessment-boring. Second through eleventh kiss—identical action and response to first kiss. Twelfth kiss—subject attempted tongue, penetration incomplete, assessment-disgusting. Thirteenth kiss—subject again attempted tongue penetration, this time coupled with brief hard squeeze of my left breast. Assessment—still disgusting. All interaction terminated at that time.”

As Naomi launched into the catalogue of the second boys’ kisses, Two was struck by how very stubborn and intelligent she was. How could they have missed that in her for this long? She was doing exactly what he asked of her, yet defying the original purpose which was to make her feel humiliated. He looked over at One, who was slightly smiling as he listened to her rattle off the last experience with about as much emotional inflection as a brand new agent, then stand passively gazing out into space with that deceptively vacuous look on her face.

**Intriguing, isn’t she? Hard to imagine how she could have sprung out of that backwoods hole we researched.**

**Why did we not know about her intelligence level?**

**Her school kept very poor records, on paper if you can imagine that? And she is attending a fine arts school on a choir scholarship. It is not necessary to be intelligent to sing.**

**What is she studying?**
**We don’t know. But we will find out.**


**Our curiosity is peaked.”

**Yes, it is.**