Sect

Victoria’s eyes were fixed on Max, a barely noticeable grin on her face. “You’re sure?” she asked Simmons staring at him.

“She fucked up my face, she’s stronger than any women.. or man I’ve ever seen. When she fucked me in the police station I passed out because of her damn stamina. And two government agents were looking for someone matching her description.”

Max couldn’t believe what was happening; it was like some bad dream. Victoria’s eyes were back on her.

“Ssst” she called on the man on the bed. He got up, and moved toward Max. Max’s saw that he was the splitting image of the man that was at the door. Her senses picked up two more guys entering the room, she turned to see that they too were identical to the other men in appearance; clones

Max spun around clenched her fist and swung it a one of them connecting with his jaw, causing him to stumble back. The other men were on her in incredible speed grabbing her arms effectively restraining her. Max struggled in the men’s grasps as the man from the bed approached her. He moved behind her clearing her hair from the back of her neck, finding her tattoo, “332960073452” he read off, “X5 452” he said looking at Victoria.

“We will have to let Ames know.”

“White” Max whispered.

“Ahh, so you’ve met our brother?”

“You’re of the Conclave” Max said putting thing together. Ames White was both a government agent and a member of the ancient breeding cult. It explained why this ‘pleasuredome’ was so well concealed.

“Well” Victoria said, “Iv’e been waiting for an X5 transgenic for a long time. My Series 7 clones are strong, but they can’t compare to the soldiers Manticore managed to create. But if one of them could mate with you, the results would be... Perfection.”

Max was on the verge of panicking, how the fuck was she going to get out of this?