de milo

By DX

Copyrighted 3/2008, 5/2024,  All rights reserved. Story may not be used without Author's written consent.

 

Sunlight splayed strews of diamonds across the sapphire water as rainbows in spray caressed her soft, gold tanned cheeks. She finished her yoga routine, feeling the energy flow, and her body as supple as a wave. With a sigh, her smile easy and comfortable, she scanned the horizon of ocean that surrounded her.

Nothing but sea.

She checked her sails. They were full and fat with wind. She gauged they're doing an easy fourteen knots. Steady as she goes.

Just then, the sun slid across the bow as they changed course. Her nose crinkled as she wondered why. As she looked back to the quarterdeck, she noticed First Mate William, a dodgy, crusty sailor make his way up.

"Bit of a storm brewing, Miss Venus." He said, pulling slack from the forward jib. "Captain put in a course change to stay clear of it." Smoothly and efficiently, he began coiling the line. "Captain also wanted you to know we have a signal.

Venus acknowledged him a small sneer, watching his strong arms work, his muscles playing in the golden light, before rolling over and powering up her lap-top. While there was very little that made her happier than sailing around the Mediterranean, there were bills to pay. In the olden days, she would have ordered her crew to board some fat merchant vessel and plunder it for anything shiny before sending it to Davy Jones' locker with all hands aboard, but she was a modern pirate, and her tools were not flintlocks and cutlasses, but a computer and a cell phone.

On her message board, a note from a former client popped up, urgent.

Venus stalled a brief moment until William made his way aft and out of ear shot before picking up her phone. The client had paid well for her to steal a computer chip from a rival company. Venus smiled inwardly at the memory as she dialed her cell. It had been a challenging caper. The fortress of the Chasti-Permalock company proved to be formidable, but like every castle in history, it had a weakness. Venus first tracked a saleswoman, seduced her, discovered how to reprogram the devices, then locked the woman in a suitcase and buried her alive in a land fill, the woman's own nanites in her blood keeping her healthy in her tiny new tomb. 

Venus then took the saleswoman's sample devices, reprogrammed them, then tracked another employee with a high security access, drugged her, locked the newly reprogrammed devices on her giving her an hour to procure the chip she wanted or the devices would go into permanent lock down.

The woman complied and handed over the chip, and good to her word, Venus provided the woman the key, but in a strange, ironic twist, in the final seconds, the woman's boyfriend, the original designer of the chip, thinking the whole thing a game, interrupted the woman just as she was about to use the key to free herself.

Then the clock ran out.

Venus smirked. It couldn't have worked out better. The woman was gagged, unable to tell anyone what had happened because nanites ate away the part of her brain that allowed her to communicate and further more, they sexually stimulated her to the brink of orgasm, but never let her have one. Venus thought the woman would have gone insane, but the nanites kept her healthy both mentally and physically. She was aware of what was happening but unable to do anything about it.

Venus imagined the girl locked away in a soft padded room wrapped up in a straight jacket. The image of the poor girl writhing around in continual near orgasm made Venus almost laugh out loud.

"Hello? Miss Venus?" A man answered the phone. "This is Mr. Green."

"Speak." She purred. "What's the job and what's the pay?"

"Uh, yes, about that. It's in reference to the last job." His voice trembled nervously. "Did you break the seal?"

A dark cloud of anger past over her face. "Are you questioning my integrity?" She asked, her eyes thinning to slits. She tried to second guess their game. They had already paid her in full. Perhaps they were looking for a discount on the next job. "The agreement was for the seals to be intact and that's what you got." She struggled to keep her voice even. "Now stop wasting my time! Do you have a job or not?"

"Well, we don't have anything for you right now, but,"

She clicked off the phone in a huff, her nose crinkling. They had tripled her pay to insure the seals would remain un-broken. The technology of nanites that Chasti-Permalock held so close in secret was worth a king's ransom to any nation.

Venus calmed herself. The replacement seals were perfect copies. There was no way they could have known she had broken the seals.

So why risk contacting her?

She turned to her laptop, powering up the web cam.

On the screen, she peered at the flickering lights and monitors of Eva's workshop, a bird's nest of wire and cobbled computer parts.

There was no Eva.

Eva was the penultimate hacker. An agoraphobe, Eva was always at her station, searching for marks and targets for Venus to exploit. She wore rubber bloomers with urine collection bags to minimize trips to the bathroom even though no space in her twelve by twelve foot apartment was outside the scope of her reach and wheeled office chair. Venus had never even seen her walk and yet, her chair was mysteriously empty. "Eva!" Venus called. "Where are you?"

"Venus?" A dry hiss sounded off camera. "Venus! Where are you?"

"In the middle of the ocean. Where are you?"

Venus could hear something heavy slide across the hard wood floor, followed by a hard thump. She heard a second, then a third.

Venus held her breath as Eva's face slid into view.

Eva had never been an attractive woman. She was fat, grotesquely so, with pimples plaguing her face well into adulthood. Her eyes were small, round and too close together and although she was only thirty five, whenever the pizza boy delivered, he would always make mention that she could take advantage of the senior citizen discount.

Venus could see that Eva's ratty sweater hung off her tiny frame. Her breasts, formally flat pancakes hanging from her chest, were full, round and perky. Eva was having trouble moving, and seemed unable to sit. She reached out with stiff hands and adjusted the camera, tilting it up.

Half of Eva's face was black, shiny stone.

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Copyrighted 3/2008, 5/2024,  All rights reserved. Story may not be used without Author's written consent.