Chapter 12
Jon found Vanessa's door wide open. As he walked inside, Vanessa rounded the corner, pointing her electric-charged vibrator at him.
"Stand back," she cautioned. "I'm prepared to use this on you."
Jon, heeding her warning, came to a stop. "Why would you? I'm not your foe."
"You're Jon Monroe, an agent of B.O.N.E. I verified your identity with F.U.R. records. They faxed me your biography." She indicated the piece of paper on the table, bearing his picture and statistics. "I thoughtlessly avoided doing so before. I should have known better. Any member of that organization is not a friend of mine."
"That's not entirely true," mentioned a familiar voice.
Randy Reynolds walked into her apartment. He was exactly as she remembered: a handsome scoundrel with short, brownish red hair, hazel eyes and a hawk-like nose. A trimmed mustache completed his virile looks. Easily clearing six-feet, five inches, he was pure muscle.
Vanessa trembled. The sight of him threw her. Her mouth dropped, her eyes moistened. It took several seconds to recover.
Randy, smiling broadly, nodded. "Yeah, baby. It's really me."
Jon recognized their familiar exchange. "You know each other?"
"We ran into each other once," he said, gazing steadily at Vanessa, "not so long ago." He held out his arms. "How about a proper welcome?"
Vanessa, mesmerized, began walking toward him.
"No!" Jon shouted, trying to intercept her. He saw everything he hoped to achieve falling apart. "Don't!"
By reflex, Vanessa swung the vibrator. An electric crackle sounded. Jon grimaced in pain as it touched his stomach, then dropped to the floor.
"He'll be fine when he awakes," Randy said, regarding Jon's unconscious form. "Don't worry about him."
Vanessa fiercely embraced him. Those bands of veritable steel afforded her the comfort she craved. She murmured her relief in having him again in her arms. Solid muscle pressed against her breasts. Their mouths welded with fiery passion. Vanessa welcomed the tickle of his mustache as their lips met. His tongue entered her. She seductively slithered at him. Their tips locked. His remembered taste filled her mouth.
"Where have you been?" she asked after their kiss ended. "It's been years—"
"Without a doubt. Time has passed, yet you look virtually the same. You're sexier than ever."
Vanessa beamed. "Smooth talker. I'll bet you never suffered a day without pussy. Are women still throwing themselves at you?" Her arms tightened around him. "The sight of you makes me horny."
He chuckled. "I'm glad you haven't changed."
"Are you with B.O.N.E.?"
"Very much so. I'm in charge of a progressive unit that's heavily involved in the Internet. I've spearheaded that effort."
Vanessa's pulse raced. "You're not behind that dreadful virus—the one B.O.N.E. has used against various companies to extort money?"
"I'm afraid I am."
She tried backing away, but Randy held her fast. She couldn't wiggle free of those powerful hands. Her heart hammered in her chest. Their sweet reunion rapidly turned sour. "Then you're responsible for manufacturing those loathsome discs."
"You mean, this?" He took one out of his pocket.
Vanessa stared at the shiny metal object. It was the very kind she found in Janine's room. "Oh, my God." She glanced at Jon's inert form. "He works for you—and tried to warn me."
Randy grimly nodded. "I'm his superior." He sighed with resignation. "He's guilty of the same mistake I made years ago: falling in love with you. Claudia did her best to prevent it, but it was too late."
"Claudia—the woman who was just here?"
"Yes. We've been lovers for more than a year. I told her all about you." He smiled wanly. "I believe I made her jealous. She seemed most interested in meeting you. I suspected malign purposes were behind that fascination. I'm proud of her growth. She's proved herself a formidable opponent of F.U.R."
Vanessa stared at the metal disc. "You're not going to make me wear it, are you, Randy?"
"I'm afraid I must."
"But ... I thought you cared about me."
"I always have. I waited patiently for you, Vanessa. I kept hoping you would resign from F.U.R. and seek opportunities with B.O.N.E. I wanted us to be together. You disappointed me. Meanwhile, I climbed the ranks of the organization. One promotion led to another. Now I command a huge sector of it."
Vanessa's gut wrenched. She cringed at the pride he took in his work.
"F.U.R. has frequently attempted to ruin us, but we are about to send them our deadliest weapon yet." He smiled sardonically at her. "You."
"Me?"
"I'm personally training you. I'll teach you B.O.N.E.'s methods. They'll have no defense."
Her eyes fell on the disc. "What will that do to me?"
"First, it will compel you to speak the truth. All our questions will be answered: the various locations of F.U.R. hideouts, the makeup of their weapons, key personnel. Every vital piece of information is stored in that little brain of yours. This disc will unlock those mysteries."
She shook her head. "Oh, no."
"The disc, however, has a known side effect. It leaves the wearer with an insatiable appetite for sex."
"Does that mean I'll fuck anybody who takes it off?"
"The woman in you will intensely crave flesh. All prejudices and resentment will be cast aside. It won't force you to be with someone not of your choosing. Subconsciously, you would be attracted to him or her. The disc merely wipes away all the distractions and allows that enticement to burst forth.
"Regular use of the disc will eventually erase all remembrance. If worn several times, particularly in succession, it will scrub your memory banks clean. B.O.N.E. can then reshape your personality, and make it theirs. We'll revamp your entire character, and convert you into a machine that will facilitate our purpose."
Vanessa renewed her bid to be free of him. She struggled in his arms. "I don't want that. No, Randy, please, don't."
"I'm sorry, baby," he said with a grin. "It's my job."
He attached the disc to her forehead. Her eyes closed and her lips rounded. She let out an anguished cry, then collapsed in his arms.
"That was a tough thing to do," he said, regret entering his voice. "Forgive me. Unfortunately, it was quite necessary. Now you'll be mine."
He carried her to the bed. Vanessa's voluptuous form spilled over the sheets. She writhed, her face streaked with sweat. The disc explored her mind, preparing her for questioning.
"Have you requested help from F.U.R. headquarters?" he asked.
"I told them I would notify them if I couldn't handle Jon Monroe."
"Good. You'll call them back and tell them he escaped. You're going to return with me to B.O.N.E. Your people will think you've vanished."
Vanessa thrashed on the bed, absorbing his instructions. Though visibly battling the disc's electronic impulses, she yielded to them. Her delectable body swayed to his delight. Her abandoned movements summoned delicious memories. He recalled fucking that gorgeous creature—enjoying every second.
His initial examination ended. It was unnecessary to grill her at length. There was plenty of time for an extensive interrogation later.
That sweet body called to him.
He disconnected the disc from her hot, wet forehead. Vanessa returned to him, a woman obsessed with sex. Softly, she caressed him. Hunger filled her emerald eyes.
Vanessa was conscious of Randy. The hand sweeping her skin discharged electricity. She stirred. Her nipples involuntarily stretched in response to that current. Those fingers traveling her side brought prickling weakness.
He dredged a sob from the bottom of her throat. Reality merged with fantasy. Vanessa could no longer separate the two. Randy had been a fixture in her erotic imagination. She could not resist him.
His hand closed over her buttocks. At his squeeze, she moaned. Urgency was perceived in his grip. He ran his thumb up and down her crack. More of that sweet voltage jarred her body.
Vanessa was acutely aware of the damp spot in her panties. Randy's kneading induced that precipitation. Juice seeped from her pussy.
His other arm went around her. Vanessa whimpered from his embrace. Randy revealed the strength of his need. The front of his pants widely bulged. He pressed something stout and inflexible into her mound. Stationing both hands over her ass, he dragged her tightly to his body.
Unable to think, Vanessa ground herself to that solid wedge. Her thoughts were muddled.
Randy devoured her lips. He nibbled on them until they formed a shivering ring. His tongue delved into her hot cavern. She acknowledged his vibrant tip. Hers darted about. She reacquainted herself to his taste, his groan.
Capriciously, she reached for his cock. Its vastness thrilled her. His thick-bodied member throbbed in her grip. He was of enormous measure.
Randy ventured south. He kissed her neck and tits, then blazed a trail across her stomach and navel. He removed her clothes, kissing each inch of skin he uncovered. His heavy exhalations over her red thatch riddled her senses. He caressed her silky curves, his fingertips dispersing jolting kilowatts. After roaming her lower region, they met at her snatch. She moaned as they unlocked her folds. His thumbs dipped into that sodden crease and pinned the flaps. His wet, sinuous tip dabbed her juicy center.
"Oh, God," she murmured, undulating. "Ohhhh."
Randy had an intuitive tongue. He slurped that flowery arrangement with imagination. His strokes quickly intoxicated her. Her cunt moistened in degrees. Honey oozed from her core. Randy worked to collect the sweet stickiness that flowed.
Vanessa rotated her hips. Randy's expert tip remained in hot pursuit. He pressed his mouth to her sluiced opening, then sucked. She moaned at his siphoning action. He drew the fluid from her quivering hole, gulp after gulp.
Restless to get her mouth on him, Vanessa curved her body. She aligned herself to his crotch. She exhaled over that pulsing monster. Cupping his buttocks, she dragged him to her face. Her lips enclosed his cockhead. Downing that sizable member required complete relaxation. She made her descent, plying him with spit. After absorbing that second inch, Vanessa realized her lips' expansion were at capacity.
While pleasuring him, Randy went on to drive her crazy. He energetically tongued her pussy. She loved his style. He reached far into her snatch, draining that perpetual flow. Despite the volume he pumped, her juices were swiftly replenished.
He waltzed about her clit in a tormenting fashion. Randy bestowed her love button leisurely laps. He was attuned to Vanessa's preference of a slow start. That lazy inception kindled a fire. She writhed before his flickering tongue, shivering. As his slurps intensified, Vanessa adjusted the aim of her hips so that her clit received full benefit.
She licked his cock with equal fancy. Her bubbly saliva dribbled over that bulbous knob. He thrusted his hips, trying to get into her mouth. Vanessa eluded him. Her serpentine tip danced over his vein-snarled length. His pulsations aroused her.
Randy clutched her buns, then pulled her on top of him. The brunt of her weight was on his face. She hoarsely sank onto his mouth. That vigorous tongue incapacitated her. Twisting to and fro, she impaled herself on it.
"Mmmmm," he mumbled in her pussy.
His cock stood upright, begging for her suck. She descended upon it with yawning lips, but met its bulk halfway. He was simply too large to fully absorb.
She sucked her mouthful of him. Bubbly foam ran from her attached lips. Randy groaned. He shifted beneath her, responding to her feverish pull.
He filled his mouth with cunt and retaliated. His taste buds screamed for her tangy treat. Probing those hot, succulent layers, he sought her nectar.
"Oh, yes," Vanessa wept. She pushed down on his face, then rubbed his chin and cheeks. She humped that pussy-loving tongue. "Make me cum, baby. Lick me until I cum."
"Mmmmm," he growled against her sodden flesh. He caressed her satiny thighs, then curved over those luscious butt cheeks.
She recaptured his cock. Her lips stroked the uppermost part. Seizing the bottom section with both hands, she masturbated him. His balls were jism-packed. She sucked ferociously, anxious to relieve him.
Her oral concentration shattered his resolve. He pitched beneath her, fucking her mouth. Without detaching his lips, he thrusted himself to orgasm. His howl of pleasure was muffled by her snatch.
Vanessa purred. His cum glutted her cheeks. She swallowed his immense ejaculation.
Randy focused on her clit after reclaiming his wits. Intolerant of Vanessa's leisurely sway, he clamped that slippery ass and drank powerfully from her cunt. Her juices quenched his thirst. He tickled her clit to make more. His continual assault precipitated her climax.
"Oh, yeah," Vanessa moaned, rising and falling on his voracious expression. "Eat it. Eat my pussy. Make me cum."
He hummed into that juicy crack while collecting her sugary treat.
Her lips formed a circle. She plunged her nails into his flesh. Randy, preoccupied, fed upon her sweet trickle. Liquid heat dissolved on his tongue. The fact his slurps triggered her orgasm was irrelevant.
"Ohhh," she said, dizzily soaring. "Ohhhh."
She contracted over that drilling tongue. Her pussy constricted about it, attempting to halt its curling madness. She rode the balance of her pleasure on his slobbering expression.
When her seizure subsided, Vanessa rolled off his face. The intensity of orgasm dulled her senses. She collapsed beside Randy, gasping for air.
She brushed his lips and traced his jaw. His hand closed over her ass. Its press induced her to sob. Still sensitive from orgasm, she shivered. His fingers delved into malleable flesh.
Randy slowly detached his mouth and trailed kisses down her neck and across her breasts. She trembled as his tongue circled her nipples. Lines of bubbly moisture were drawn on her satin skin. He engaged her tit tip with a lavish slurp. One saliva-rich stroke followed another. She stiffened beneath his oral caress.
"Yes," she whispered, running her fingers through his brownish red hair. Randy's compulsion with satisfying her manufactured adrenaline.
Randy gathered her tits, arranging the pointed tips. He generously lashed them, fluttering over their stiff ends. One fervent swoop was succeeded by another.
Joy shafted through her body.
His mouth captured her erect nub. Hot suction followed. His tongue swerved around the trapped section while spittle oozed from his tingling pucker.
Vanessa dug her heels into the mattress. She moaned from his slippery pull. She could feel his love in the suck he vented. Her body nourished his affection. He centered himself upon gratifying her.
While sucking her tit, his hands investigated her curves. He grazed her smooth skin, using the lightest touch. His fingertips swirled over her silken planes as though meeting with them for the first time. The interlude that separated them never existed. She felt as though they had always been together.
Randy lowered his cock into that wet pussy. He groaned from Vanessa's starved clasp. He thrusted into that juicy cunt, letting its sodden folds catch him. Her lips rounded as he plunged deeply into that slick hole.
"Yes," she murmured, receiving him in full. "Oh, yes. Fuck me. Fuck me, baby."
Randy did not hesitate to indulge himself. That pussy feverishly embraced him. He stuffed everything he had into it. Vanessa whimpered from her intake, yet displayed no protest. She loved every penetrating moment.
He gazed into those emerald green eyes. They were glazed over. Those red lips mouthed words of ecstasy. She didn't want to be anywhere else in the world, but beneath him.
Yes, he thought, jamming that snatch. He and Vanessa had a delightful future ahead of them. She would serve B.O.N.E. well. After he fucked her, the disc would be reattached. The brainwashing process would commence.
And she would be totally his. All those nights of dreaming about when she would come to him were over.
This time, he was deep, inside F.U.R.
What will become of our heroine? Will she turn to evil? Her future lies ahead in Beeline Books.