A Dangerous Game
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M through R › Matrix, The (All)
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
1,669
Reviews:
4
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own the Matrix movie series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Prologue
A Dangerous Game
Disclaimer: Agent Smith, Neo, etc. and the wonderful world of the Matrix are all property of their respective copyright holders. If you don’t like adult stories, don’t read this.
Prologue
The large black BMW X5 pulled up alongside the black Lexus, which was parked in a deserted alley. The roads were still wet from the rainstorm that had just passed. Sun was peeking through the clouds and the air was clearing up, a clean crisp edge to what was prior an oppressive humidity. The car door opened up and a pair of shiny black Gucci pointed toed ankle boots dropped onto the pavement, along with a long set of legs clad in a pair of black woollen trousers.
He heard the click of her heels on the ground and the door of her sleek SUV slam shut. He was leaning against the Lexus waiting for her. As she came into view, he was taken aback again by her striking beauty. She was all legs and tight body, nice firm breasts clad in a black single breasted fitted suit which flared scandalously over her gorgeous curves. And atop that package was a platinum blonde head, pouting mauve lips and sunglasses. Women agents. The pinnacle of perfection. The only reason to be an agent was to be near theorgeorgeous creatures. Smith thanked the Source for making him a man.
“Smith.” She greeted him with a nod and a half-smile that was so fleeting he nearly missed it.
“Williams,” he replied. He was all cool calm, and collected exterior. His interior was raging but not with anger.
“Do you have who I’m looking for?” she asked.
“Of course. Why else would I be here?”
“To waste my time.” She checked the time on her silver Rolex. “Let’s get on with it then.”
Smith straightened and walked towards her. He wrapped his arm around her and pressed his lips to her. She stiffened, her lips going rigid as his tongue tried to slip into her mouth.
Smith looked down at her through his glasses. “You will submit to me, Williams. That was the agreement.” He squeezed her arm roughly.
“I should have you taken back to the Source. I should call for Brown and Thompson right now.”
He removed her earpiece with his free hand, and dropped it on the ground, crushing it with his foot. “You won’t do that. And, besides, all I have to do is this…” Smith stuck his hand straight into her stomach. Her eyes bulged open as the rewriting process began, and she tried to scream in agony. He then withdrew. “… and you will be no more. It is better for you to keep our agreement then it would be to resist. And besides…” Smith ran his hand down her back and rested it on the curve of her tight ass, squeezing it and pulling her towards him, against the hardness in his trousers, “…you may enjoy it.”
“I am not programmed to enjoy physical pleasure, as you know.”
“You will be.” Smith slid his hand up her side and let it rest lightly on the curvature of her breast. His thumb brushed against her nipple. “You are programmed to adapt and grow. Your programming is such that you will learn. I know, I helped to create you. I gave you these,” he rubbed his thumb against her nipples, and felt them grow under his touch, “and I intend on teaching you what they will do. When I am done with you, you will not even think of going back to the Agency. You will defect and be mine.”
Williams tried to ignore the sensation he was conjuring up in her processes. She felt as if a heat was spreading all over her body, and settling between her thighs. With as much strength as she could muster, she said, “I will never give up my purpose. I will never be like you. We agreed, you have one week, and then I have my Engineer. Your time has started now, Smith.”
He slid his hand under her jacket and fished out her Browning 9mm. Hi-Power. “You won’t need this.” She watched as he threw her gun down the street, casually discarding the weapon, her only line of defence against this rogue programme. He lowered his mouth onto hers again, as his finger continued its’ motion on her nipple and his other hand, squeezing her ass against him. Again, she resisted his kiss. He pulled away and looked at her, an amused smile playing on his lips.
“The more you resist me, the more I desire you. I will have you, it’s just a matter of time.” Smith let her go, and walked around the Lexus, opening the passenger side door for her.
Williams hesitated for a moment, but thought of the agony of being rewritten and decided to play along. After all, she needed this programme, and knew that the only one who could help her was Smith. She only hoped that she was not playing with a fire too large for her to control.
Disclaimer: Agent Smith, Neo, etc. and the wonderful world of the Matrix are all property of their respective copyright holders. If you don’t like adult stories, don’t read this.
Prologue
The large black BMW X5 pulled up alongside the black Lexus, which was parked in a deserted alley. The roads were still wet from the rainstorm that had just passed. Sun was peeking through the clouds and the air was clearing up, a clean crisp edge to what was prior an oppressive humidity. The car door opened up and a pair of shiny black Gucci pointed toed ankle boots dropped onto the pavement, along with a long set of legs clad in a pair of black woollen trousers.
He heard the click of her heels on the ground and the door of her sleek SUV slam shut. He was leaning against the Lexus waiting for her. As she came into view, he was taken aback again by her striking beauty. She was all legs and tight body, nice firm breasts clad in a black single breasted fitted suit which flared scandalously over her gorgeous curves. And atop that package was a platinum blonde head, pouting mauve lips and sunglasses. Women agents. The pinnacle of perfection. The only reason to be an agent was to be near theorgeorgeous creatures. Smith thanked the Source for making him a man.
“Smith.” She greeted him with a nod and a half-smile that was so fleeting he nearly missed it.
“Williams,” he replied. He was all cool calm, and collected exterior. His interior was raging but not with anger.
“Do you have who I’m looking for?” she asked.
“Of course. Why else would I be here?”
“To waste my time.” She checked the time on her silver Rolex. “Let’s get on with it then.”
Smith straightened and walked towards her. He wrapped his arm around her and pressed his lips to her. She stiffened, her lips going rigid as his tongue tried to slip into her mouth.
Smith looked down at her through his glasses. “You will submit to me, Williams. That was the agreement.” He squeezed her arm roughly.
“I should have you taken back to the Source. I should call for Brown and Thompson right now.”
He removed her earpiece with his free hand, and dropped it on the ground, crushing it with his foot. “You won’t do that. And, besides, all I have to do is this…” Smith stuck his hand straight into her stomach. Her eyes bulged open as the rewriting process began, and she tried to scream in agony. He then withdrew. “… and you will be no more. It is better for you to keep our agreement then it would be to resist. And besides…” Smith ran his hand down her back and rested it on the curve of her tight ass, squeezing it and pulling her towards him, against the hardness in his trousers, “…you may enjoy it.”
“I am not programmed to enjoy physical pleasure, as you know.”
“You will be.” Smith slid his hand up her side and let it rest lightly on the curvature of her breast. His thumb brushed against her nipple. “You are programmed to adapt and grow. Your programming is such that you will learn. I know, I helped to create you. I gave you these,” he rubbed his thumb against her nipples, and felt them grow under his touch, “and I intend on teaching you what they will do. When I am done with you, you will not even think of going back to the Agency. You will defect and be mine.”
Williams tried to ignore the sensation he was conjuring up in her processes. She felt as if a heat was spreading all over her body, and settling between her thighs. With as much strength as she could muster, she said, “I will never give up my purpose. I will never be like you. We agreed, you have one week, and then I have my Engineer. Your time has started now, Smith.”
He slid his hand under her jacket and fished out her Browning 9mm. Hi-Power. “You won’t need this.” She watched as he threw her gun down the street, casually discarding the weapon, her only line of defence against this rogue programme. He lowered his mouth onto hers again, as his finger continued its’ motion on her nipple and his other hand, squeezing her ass against him. Again, she resisted his kiss. He pulled away and looked at her, an amused smile playing on his lips.
“The more you resist me, the more I desire you. I will have you, it’s just a matter of time.” Smith let her go, and walked around the Lexus, opening the passenger side door for her.
Williams hesitated for a moment, but thought of the agony of being rewritten and decided to play along. After all, she needed this programme, and knew that the only one who could help her was Smith. She only hoped that she was not playing with a fire too large for her to control.