The Pornomatrix [MF] [MM]

*Somewhere in the Matrix, a phone rang.*

*”Yeah?” he said.*

*”Is everything in place?” she asked.*

*”You weren’t supposed to relieve me,” he said.*

*”I know, but I felt like taking a shift.”*

*He almost laughed. “You like him, don’t you? You like watching him.”*

*”Don’t be ridiculous.”*

*”We’re going to get him killed,” he said. “Do you understand that? He’s going to die just like the others.”*

*”Oneira believes that he is the One.”*

*”Do you?”*

*”I . . . it doesn’t matter what I believe.”*

*”You don’t, do you?” he said.*

*”If you have something to say, I suggest you say it to Oneira.”*

*”I intend to, believe me.* ***Someone*** *has to.”*

*Somewhere in the Machine City, a number fell into place.*

*”Did you hear that?” she asked. “Are you sure this line is clean?”*

*”Yeah, ‘course I’m sure.”*

*”I better go,” she said.*

 

The police officers advanced down the darkened hallway. There were four of them, with weapons drawn. The hotel had been abandoned after a fire and there were shadowy burn marks wherever they pointed their lights. The call had been traced to Room 303. The biggest cop kicked in the door and they rushed in behind their guns.

“Police! Freeze!”

The room was almost empty. There was a chair that had been knocked into a corner. There was a table with a phone and a laptop. The laptop was the only light source.

“Hands behind your head! Now! Do it!”

“Uh . . . sir? She’s already doing it.”

A woman knelt in the center of the room, her fingers laced behind her head. She was dressed in a black plastic catsuit, shiny even in the dim light. She had her back to them, but they could see her breasts from where they stood. The catsuit wasn’t covering everything.

 

The black sedan glided to a stop among the police cruisers. A pair of agents got out. To the lieutenant they all looked alike. They were both small, compact women in neat business suits. One wore a skirt. The other, tailored slacks.

“Lieutenant, you were given specific orders,” said the one in the skirt. “The orders were for your protection.”

The cop laughed. “I think we can handle one *little* girl.”

The agent raised an eyebrow. She wore a button-front skirt, he noticed. She nodded to the other agent and they both started toward the hotel.

“I sent two units,” he said. “They’re bringing her down now!”

“No, Lieutenant. Your men are already neutralized.”

 

Trinity bobbed her head on the big cop’s dick. She sucked it down until her lips touched her left hand, wrapped around its base. Then she went up for air. She had another cop’s dick in her right hand and she moved to service it with her mouth. The cop underneath her was playing with her tits. She’d unzipped her catsuit all the way and now the zipper dangled just behind her asshole. She arched her back to present it, but the fourth cop just stood there.

“It’s pussy or nothing,” he said. He was stroking himself to readiness.

She shrugged and sucked down on the big man’s cock. It was quite a mouthful and it felt good and hot on her tongue. Her hands were moving together, faster and faster, and the big man and his partner came in the same moment. One load burned down her throat. The other splashed on her face.

“Oooooh,” the big cop said, his legs suddenly weak. He and his partner moved to sit down.

Someone was pinching her nipples, sending sparks down to her pussy. It was the fourth cop, standing behind her. A hand reached up to her face and slipped a finger into her mouth. That would be the cop she was straddling. She slithered up and down on his cock, up and down on his meat, the heat building inside her belly. The fourth cop stroked her breasts, then moved his hands to her arms. She raised her arms above her head and he pulled on them, lifting her higher.

“What—what’re you doing?” asked the cop on the floor.

“Finishing you off,” said the fourth cop. “You are taking too long.”

The fourth cop let her drop and she sighed as she settled onto the other man’s dick. Her pussy glittered in the dim light and the lips dragged on cop’s member. She let herself be raised and lowered. Up and down she went, up and down on the man’s veiny cock. She didn’t have to do anything, the fourth cop did all the work. She bit her lip as he started going faster.

“Dude,” said the cop on the floor. “Ain’t this gay?”

“It’s not like I’m using a fleshlight,” said the fourth cop.

“How about . . . how about next time?”

“What?” said the fourth cop, and that’s when the other man came.

“Uugh,” he said, and started falling asleep.

Trinity heard footsteps in the building. She had to move fast. She rose from the floor, spunk sprinkling out of her crack. She turned and leaped, arms and legs spreading like wings.

The fourth cop had his dick out: it seemed drawn to the woman in front of him. For a long moment she hung in space, mouth and pussy wide open.

The two bodies slammed together. Trinity impaled herself perfectly and squeezed her cunt muscles, *hard.* Nails raked the man’s back and he ejaculated at once. His eyes rolled back and he slumped to the ground. Trinity helped him down, then climbed to her feet.

 

*Somewhere in the real world, a phone rang.*

*”Operator.”*

*”Oneira!” Trinity said. “The line was traced! I don’t know how.”*

*”They cut the hardline. This line is not a viable exit.”*

*”Are there any agents?”*

*”Yes.”*

*”Gosh blang it!”*

*”You have to focus,” Oneira said. “There is a phone. Wells and Lake. You can make it.”*

*Trinity took a deep breath. She settled her feet. A drop of cum fell to the floor.*

*”Go,” Oneira said.*

 

Trinity burst out of the room as the agent stepped out of the elevator. Police fanned out behind the agent. Trinity dashed for the other end of the corridor, rounded a corner, and crashed through a window. She landed on the fire escape and pulled herself to her feet.

There was an agent in the alleyway. The one with the button-front skirt. She stared up and Trinity knew she had to head for the roof.

 

Trinity threw herself over the ladder. She ran, breasts jiggling. The agent and the cops were close behind. Trinity ran, the cold wind hitting her belly and whistling between her legs. She ran. And then she ran out of roof.

She leaped. So did the agent. The cops leaped too, but clumsily. They hit the edge of the roof. They skidded on the rooftop. They scrabbled after the agent in the tight slacks. *Great ass,* the lieutenant thought. The agent was quickly gaining ground. Trinity led her up a slope and then down a slope, up a slope and then down a slope. The agent followed. The cops slipped and struggled on the corrugated metal surface.

The agent drew a massive handgun. *Where was she keeping that?* the lieutenant thought, and then the agent fired. The .50 AE round made a sound like a cannon. The gun barely lifted in the agent’s hand. Trinity swerved as behind her a chimney flew apart.

The next building was across the street, forty feet away. Trinity stared at a point beyond the other roof. She launched herself over the edge, arms and legs still going. Cars passed beneath her. She seemed to hang between the buildings and then she was rolling on the next roof and landing on her feet.

The cops stared as the agent leaped after her. The woman arced through the air and landed on one knee.

“That’s impossible!” the lieutenant said.

The agent stood up, gun at the ready. Trinity bolted out of cover. She ran for the glow of an open window as the agent opened fire. Bullets whistled past her head and then she dove for the window. She twisted in empty space and the world seemed to spin. She exploded through the window, shattering the panes on either side. She bounced and tumbled down the staircase, a bruising experience that ended only when she ran out of stairs.

She landed on her back and drew her pistols. She trained them at the window but the agent had refused the bait. A hanging bulb cast its wavering light over everything.

Trinity tried to move. Her entire body hurt. Even her vagina was aching.

“Get up, Trinity,” she said. “You’re fine. Get up—just get up!”

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