"I want total privacy until I say otherwise.", Paul and I heard Howard call into the intercom. That's okay- I wasn't planning to bug him anyway. That woke me up, so I decided to go downstairs for breakfast.

As I opened the door, I heard a strange noise.. a noise I haven't heard for a very, very long time. But these semi-repetitive movements usually are heard with creaking.. oh, yes. No wonder he wanted the privacy. I was wondering when he was going to do that.

"What are they doing in there?", Paul asked quietly.

The door to sarcasm was far too inviting not to step through. "Well, Paul, we've got a boy entering puberty, no morals, no parents,. no restrictions whatsoever, with a teenage girl that cannot disobey him. What do you think they're doing in there?" I giggled a bit- it was funny, in a twisted sort of way.

"Oh, crap, that was an easy one..", he said, shaking his head in his palm. "Somebody get me an IQ pill, I think I'm becoming a dumbass."

"And I'm becoming horny. I wonder if he'll let me do her after he's done?"

"You really would.. oh yeah, keep forgetting, you are him. But.. oh, forget it. He told me the disadvantages of having morals and I remember them well. You'll get no blame from me if you screw her." 'Rape her', I'm sure he almost said.. but what kind of meaning does that word have here, or to people like us? Shit, comparing our kills to one rape is a joke. And this isn't some innocent, sensitive schoolgirl we're talking about, this is our Sarah, the most efficient killer on the planet. Her mind is already being violated in a way that goes far beyond fucking, so what's the big deal?

Because it is Sarah, that's what the big deal is. She's miles above everyone we kill in every conceivable way. Being fully engineered, she's beautiful and intelligent, and has so many different good qualities and so many different skills. Despite her general silence and her operative's nature, she's alluring, even lovely. And that's why I'm going to unabashedly fuck her until my balls run out. The concept 'You know, if she gets the chance, she just might kill you for this' crossed my mind, but didn't last long. At the moment it felt like it'd be worth it anyway.

Howard wanted privacy, so I simply waited in my room, closing the door, until I heard "Privacy over." on the intercom, when I went to his door. He stepped out with a satisfied smile on his face.

"May I?", I asked. I didn't really have to, but decided it was a good idea.

"You may." I closed the door behind me and looked at Sarah on the bed. I've seen her naked many, many times before, of course, but seeing her body never held so much emotional meaning as it did for me right then. It was as if someone had searched fantasy kingdoms far and wide for the prettiest girl, and then added muscle, intelligence, razor claws, and superhuman abilities. She wasn't crying or upset- if she was, I probably would have called it off right there- but instead, she had a satisfied smile as Howard had, her vagina wet with Howard's and her juices. She looked at me- there was no hiding my intentions, my dick was painfully hard as steel- and smiled a bit wider. 'Sloppy seconds', I thought, and went down on her.

There are various perks I've had as Howard's servant- a nice bed, cool games, my best friend back with me, the occasional opportunity to play Dominator- but none of them were anything remotely like this. She moaned as I went in and out repeatedly, my pelvis on automatic pilot. "Billy.. oh, Billy..", she moaned, as we went faster and faster. She flipped us over with a single arm movement and went down as I went up, taking my full ten-year-old length into her again and again. She was holding on to me tightly; fortunately she had the self-control not to let her claws dig my flesh. I flipped us again, continuing to pump as if I was a dehydrated man at a well.

I came- "YES!!!"- but it didn't stop me from continuing for another minute, giving her two more orgasms. The moment I pulled out of her, laying down with a wide, satisfied grin, I went back in my head on a lark and confronted the near-forgotten memories of the people I went to school with. 'THERE!', I mentally shouted to them. 'Let's see any of you top THAT any time soon!' I then smiled, kissed her, and went downstairs to eat breakfast. Howard was already chowing down; I took my usual place next to him and started replacing the energy and matter I'd given in the name of reproduction. Speaking of which...

"What if she gets pregnant?", I asked Howard, who seemed to be amused by the question.

"Well, then she has a baby!", he wittily replied. "Seriously, there's nothing to be worried about." He was right- there wasn't. The kid would grow up at Northberg, and become one of the growing badasses who will one day completely take over the world. And if her operational abilities were decreased because of it, she'd let Howard know.

"Don't be a dipshit, Paul.", we overheard Sarah say from upstairs. "Even if I had become a first, I probably would have done that sooner or later anyway." Howard and I simply grinned at each other and went back to our food. Sarah came down a moment later, wearing her blouse, as if nothing had happened. And what had, really? Just some engineereds fulfilling their basic desires.

The day went by uneventfully; the buzzer went off two different times, one with a person with a legitimate complaint that Howard took, and one guy I got who just wanted to bitch at me about some other guy. Yadda.. yadda.. "Shut the fuck up." To Howard's amusement, I told the Illuminated tard (if that only was a logical contradiction..) that since he didn't have specific evidence to back up his accusations, I'd flip a coin to see if I'd kill him or not. (There was no such coin, and he got to live. I doubted he'd ever pull any more shit like that in the future.)

We'd have sex with Sarah every so often for as long as we lived.