Time, and other inconsequential things

Chapter Four

CHAPTER FOUR

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Hayley had been a 'guest' now for over three years. Her eighteenth birthday just days away. Her only contact with the outside world was her access to entertainment videos and novels. Given free reign of technical journals and education resources, she was certain she could qualify for an advanced degree or two. Often reading or watching while exercising. As much as she enjoyed the company of her three other selves, even more, she missed her family. How to contact them, let them know she was alright? Better than alright.

It would be hard to compare the woman now exercising, with the girl that first arrived here. She had been pretty enough before, but under the guidance of Tyra and M!Tekk, carefully focus and exercises, that changed. Now she was a beauty, moving with a sultry strut. Her hips more rounded and waist firmed to a rockhard slim curve, moving fat and muscle to her breasts, now considerable more prominent, pleased Tyra. Sheets of muscle, now wrapped over joints that were incredibly flexible. Her reaction speed and reflexes still growing, pleased the ancient Warrior. The thousand subtle clues that most people saw without seeing, now screamed out to her.

Playing to the mirrored walls, she pushed her mind out and found fourteen watchers today. Not able to truly read their thoughts, still she could follow their interests, their emotions. Dancing her routine now, not in the leotard of old, but a tiny set of sports bra and panties. She could feel their eyes and interests on her as she mimicked making love to herself there before their eyes. Hands never quite touching herself as they glided just a millimeter from contact. Her nipples hardening soon showed clearly, as a dampening dark stripe appeared on her panties. Her extended senses could feel their hearts jumping each time her pelvis thrusted up and out, each time mouth opened in a pretend gasp. She pushed out a layer of sweat to give a sheen to her skin, the points showing through her bra gaining darkening circles of damp. Copying the dreams pulled from Tyra's favorite videos, that she sent to Hayley each night, she moved as if in response to a lover. Arching her back after a quarter hour of playing to them, she gave a full body shudder and shiver as if coming in a massive orgasm. She felt three of the watchers joining her in orgasms of their own. Others were nearly there. Fifteen minutes later she 'came' again, this time for real as her hands sought contact. Her panties, the thinly stretched cloth soaked through in sweat bulging over the rapidly moving hand and plunging fingers. The other hand at work under her top. Now seven of the eleven remaining to watch, came with her. Smiling she stood and peeled her soaked top off and stretched before the stunned watcher's eyes, two more of her Watchers coming at her display. Then turning to walk to the showers. Her panties sodden, conforming to every crease.

< Sister! We have to get out of here. Find a lover or ten and go crazy! Or stay here and go insane with unfulfilled lust! Find a mate and raise some kits! >

< How many children did you have in your own body? > Hayley inquired.

< I had hundreds of lovers, after fleeing my home, but sadly none were Anori. So never a child of my own. I have raised and trained dozens, but none were my blood. >

< I am so sorry to hear that. >

< I am not sure what the human potential lifespan is. But I am sure we can push you well beyond it. Plenty of time to have a dozen kits. >

< A dozen? No, no, no... maybe two or three, and those not for a long time. >

< Really? I used to be fertile only once a year, for a week. You! You are fertile one week out of four! We shouldn't waste it! >

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On her eighteenth birthday, she left the suite for the first time in over a year and a half, and then it had only been to labs just down the hallway. Today, they went for a walk 'outside'. Only to find that the outside was still inside.