Chapter 4
Misty Worth sluggishly climbed out of the black hole into which she'd fallen. Gingerly, she massaged her tender throat. She recalled Jon Monroe securing her with his forearm, then hurtling her into darkness. She hadn't any other option but to succumb. No amount of her strength could have displaced his powerful limb. He knew there could be only one outcome, given his masculine strength. A frail woman, she couldn't have competed.
That bastard, she grimly thought while taking stock of her surroundings. The room had no window, only a bed and a chest of drawers. She presumed the contents had been emptied.
She sat up, her brain whirring with ideas. Somehow, she had to return to her car for her hidden stash of weapons. For her rescue mission, she had come dutifully equipped.
As though she'd been monitored, the door opened. Vanessa, still in her eye-popping bikini, slipped inside and shut it.
Misty's heart fluttered at the sight of the voluptuous redhead. She prayed her old friend had come back to her senses. Her empty facial cast alarmed her.
Misty, measuring her words, treaded carefully. Her instincts clicked into place. She had no way of knowing whether the room was actually wired for sound. Bugging devices came in all shapes and sizes. "Vanessa, are you alone?"
Those eyes resembled green ice, her lips full and sensual. After a close examination, she nodded. The sympathy she projected offered hope.
Misty asked, "Where is Jon?"
"He went for food. Are you all right? I was afraid he'd hurt you."
Misty sighed. Vanessa almost seemed normal. Her show of concern was positive feedback. "No, I'm fine. Listen, you've got to get me out of here."
"I'm afraid that's impossible." She touched her arm. "What's your name? I'm afraid I don't know you."
Her optimism was shattered. "What's he done to you?"
Vanessa couldn't remember Jon remotely employing force. She believed him peaceful until witnessing his savage treatment of the dark-haired young woman. The image of her limp, naked body in his arms burned in her mind. In that case, he'd hardly been the gentleman.
Misty gripped her shoulders and gave her a shake. "You don't remember who you are. These people have robbed you of your memory with their horrid devices."
Vanessa, disliking Misty's brusque handling and sharp tone, pulled away from her. "Would you kindly explain yourself? There appears to be huge gaps in what I can remember."
Whole chunks of her life were missing. Misty couldn't calculate the damage the mind-bending discs had caused. Overwhelming her with the facts seemed improper. Vanessa needed to be supplied those pieces, allowing time for them to register.
"I'll furnish you a synopsis," Misty said. "Perhaps later, I can paint you an account with detail." She told her of Randy Reynolds's enslavement of her via the disc. For months, she had done his bidding, which included drafting members of F.U.R. and M.E.A.T. into B.O.N.E.'s organization by slapping like discs on their foreheads. Shortly after M.E.A.T. bested B.O.N.E. at one of the disc production facilities, Vanessa vanished. She finished by stating, "This madness has to stop."
"It has." After the lock in the door made its affirming click, Jon Monroe quietly joined them.
Misty shrank from his touch. Her recollection of his brutal attack was much too fresh. "Stay away from me."
Jon's handsome face lacked feral signs. He strode to the bed in his swim trunks and sat beside Vanessa. "I apologize for that earlier episode, Misty. It's un-like me to subdue a woman. Your threat of bringing troops prompted that rash action. I hope you've recuperated."
Misty massaged her throat. The ache was gone, and she nodded. Having Jon near put her at unease. "Why have you taken me prisoner? Killing me would have been more efficient."
"I'm not a murderer, and I meant you no harm. I abhor violence."
Misty's dark eyes narrowed. "Liar. You abducted Vanessa. Didn't that require some muscle on your part?"
Jon spoke softly, yet without shame. "Not in the least. Randy Reynolds, if your people have accurately enlightened you, affixed the slave disc to Vanessa. I struck a bargain with Miranda Drake, developer of that device, to reverse the brainwashing. Unfortunately, what we salvaged of Vanessa wasn't the accomplished spy, but a fragile woman."
Vanessa didn't seem to comprehend what he divulged. Misty gathered that she didn't associate herself with the woman he depicted. Misty bit her bottom lip after saying, "Which translates into amnesia."
Jon wanly smiled at Vanessa. "That is correct."
A tear came to Misty's eye. "She won't ever be the same?"
"I haven't given up hope." He cleared his throat, as though relating those things had been painful to him. "I've taken her away from that destructive environment and looked for a sanctuary where her recollections might surface. B.O.N.E. wants her back, as done F.U.R. Between the two, the situation could only have gotten worse. Vanessa needs time to mend. She's suffered at the hands of demented scientists, and endured their fiendish tests. F.U.R. lacks the expertise to rebuild her mind. I'm afraid they'd tamper with the healing process and allow no chance for restoration. Perhaps you can understand my haste in overpowering you."
"You defected from B.O.N.E.? "
"I despise that organization. It's foisted destructive gadgets on the world and caused anguish. Yes, I abandoned my post when fleeing with Vanessa."
"If found, B.O.N.E. would punish you."
"More than-likely."
Misty no longer saw him as the bad guy. His tone smacked of sincerity. He hadn't made Vanessa subservient to him, but rather waited out the healing period. Misty's apprehension of him dissolved. "You love her, don't you?"
Jon nodded.
She remembered the scene on the beach. Fucking him had been so hot. She mildly regretted using the stun-vibrator. Naturally, that had been before he applied that sleep-producing headlock.
Vanessa stirred beside him. Her soft lips brushed his bare shoulder. Her hand floated to his smooth, sturdy thigh, where she trailed prickling shocks. Jon couldn't help responding to her feathery touch. Her luxuriant graze pleasured him.
Vanessa immediately unfastened the strings to her bikini top and flung it. Her big tits and pink nipples mesmerized him. She had a beautiful, sexy body. Casting back her head, she invited his indulgence. She whipped her red mane over her shoulder and offered those large boobs.
Jon couldn't resist. Discounting Misty's presence, he extended his tongue for that mouth-watering nub. Bubbly spit glazed her stiff end. His foamy contact elicited Vanessa's sob. She caressed his cheek and encouraged more of his sloppy kisses.
Misty was awed by their exclusion of her. They banished her to the background and went about their fiery passion. Listening to Jon's wet sounds and Vanessa's whimpering drove her crazy. She stared down at her own body and regarded her nudity. Her nipples swelled, and love dew stuck to her dark pubes. A conspicuous agitation, which started in her groin, radiated to her extremities.
Vanessa shivered from his loving clasp. His lips caught her solid tip, then held it while his tongue thrashed. His suck intensely aroused her.
Overcome with lust, she sank on the bed and spread her sumptuous body for his disposition. Jon and Misty witnessed her unconditional surrender. The husky scent of her desire wafted. For Jon, it was the most powerful aphrodisiac on the planet.
He untied the strings to her bikini bottom. Red fur shimmered in the artificial light. Her cunt lips were sticky, the webs of desire breaking apart beneath his roving thumb. Her legs came apart as he pressed her mound.
"Ohhhh," Vanessa moaned.
Misty watched those two melon-sized tits rise and fall and Vanessa breathed harder. She drew Jon on top, shaken by need. They wildly kissed, their cheeks bulging from tongue exploration. Jon ran his hand over her hip and sampled her firm ass cheeks. His thick fingers ran up and down her crack. After satisfying an urge to grope her, he descended to the red nest between her legs. When he lowered his tongue into that pink furrow, Misty's heart raced.
"Oh yes," Vanessa exclaimed, lifting herself to meet that flapping end. When pushing, it sank into her pussy. Her lips edged from her clenched teeth, and the hiss of released air echoed. "God."
Jon thoroughly explored that juicy pocket. He tongue-fucked her wet, wanting hole. Her snatch hungrily absorbed him upon diving into it. His wriggling kept her open and made it possible for her honey to flow into his throat. Sucking her turned him on big time. He siphoned her sugary flavor with every thirsty pull.
He looked beyond those trembling breasts as he gulped her juice. The thick nipples mirrored her inflamed condition. Smashing his lips to her cunt, he reached for her bloated nubs and enclosed them.
Vanessa whimpered at his inquisitive pinch and unwound behind his flickering tip. Jon's deep, sweeping licks undid her. She aimed her pussy at his mouth and stayed at his busy point. When he lashed her clit, she climaxed. Orgasm was quick and immediate. She welcomed the jolting relief his tongue provided.
Misty viewed the bulge in his swim briefs and remembered the fuck power of his manly cock. The outline of that monster drew her appetite. Jon had crammed the whole thing into her moist snatch and brought her to the sweetest orgasm she'd ever had. Her pussy loved sliding over that hard, penetrating dick.
Having that cock soon became a necessity. Surrendering to the urge, Misty pulled down his briefs. His dick sprang for her mouth. Without hesitation, she covered the fat head with her lips and sucked. Pre-cum that had oozed during his oral feast melted on her wriggling tongue. Her fingers coiled about his wide shaft, then guided him further into her throat. Her lip brushed his stem, and drool escaping its corner trickled to his balls.
Jon acknowledged her delectable grip, then continued plowing into Vanessa's juicy pulp. His tongue drilled into her, extracting her sugary treat. A fresh surge of nectar dredged up from her loins. He tweaked those sodden folds with his lips, getting the flavor from them.
Misty sucked him until her chin rested on his balls. Burying her nose in his brown thatch, she rubbed the back vein of his cock. Jon strongly throbbed in her mouth. Tenderly, she fondled his pouch, accentuating his satisfaction.
After Misty had sufficiently lubricated him, Jon got on his haunches and dragged Vanessa to him. Aligning his stout helmet with her pink borders, he stuffed himself inside. Her cunt expanded to accommodate his broad member. His cock noisily descended into her pussy, spearing drenched pulp. Her slick flaps captured him, bit by bit, until he was jammed in her pussy.
Misty watched those cunt lips open for that massive thing. Vanessa moaned as he curved into that moist hole. Jon's muscular buns twisted, pushing to the limit. His balls bulged at her entrance as he crammed every available inch. Some slipped from her clench, unable to stay. Jon pushed again, securing that ejected wedged. His size seemed too challenging for Vanessa. Her pussy ejected his thick trunk, unable to contain him. Smacking into her soaked loins, he repeatedly embedded himself while she expressed her wish for him to try. In that, Jon gave her more cock.
"Yeah," Vanessa whimpered. "Fuck me, baby. Fuck me."
Misty watched that cock fighting for space in her wet pussy. His vein-ridden shaft immersed itself, then rose cunt-sticky. Vanessa's love sap thoroughly coated him. She inhaled its aroma and trembled. Seeing and smelling Vanessa's approval of that big cock turned her on.
Misty studied the protruding portion of Jon, dampened from Vanessa, then lowered her tongue. The honey liquefied on her wriggling tip. She smacked her lips, then glided across his manly surface for more. Using her own saliva, she washed her girlfriend's juicy evidence from his cock.
Jon groaned as Misty slithered over him. He smashed himself into Vanessa's cunt, enjoying the squishy fit, when that tickle raced along his veins. Slurp after slurp, she licked Vanessa from him. The two sensations-plunging into that wet, permeating warmth and having that meandering tip scrub him-forwarded his pleasure. The clasp of his flesh and hers had been gratifying, but the introduction of that third element added a refreshing dimension to their coupling.
He lowered his chest to those upright nipples. They stabbed his hot, sweaty flesh. Her large tits acted as shock absorbers. Hugging Vanessa to his body, he vigorously pumped her. Having her in his arms, moist and willing, made him rock-hard. Her eyes were cubes of green ice, melting before him, while he packed her pussy. Those lips twisted and widened as he sank into her. No matter how strongly he thrust, those spongy walls buffered him. The skin of his cock stretched as he drove himself to the hilt. He wanted their coupling to last.
That tongue, however, threatened his durability. He didn't think he could persevere, given its flickering torture. Misty knew all the right spots, layering him with tiny bubbles.
Misty went on lashing him, including his balls in her foamy dabs. She took note of his perceptible shiver as she devoted several swirling moments to that taut pouch. Flecks of saliva adhered to those brown hairs. Ignoring those wiry pubes, she inundated him with spit.
He paused and gasped from her frothy application.
Mmmmm, she dreamily thought. She wanted to suck all of Vanessa's pussy from his dick. Even after he popped his load, she wanted the dreamy remnants. She adored watching him fuck her, and rubbed her inflamed pussy against the bed. The rhythmical tension put a kink in her toes.
"God," Jon gasped, pounding Vanessa. He grimaced through a profusion of sweat.
Vanessa, arching her spine, took all she could of him. Jon dug deeply into her cunt, grinding her to the max. Her pussy gobbled solid cock. His dick was fat and cumbersome, but she loved it. Additionally, Misty's furtive licks spiked her lust. She lightly traced the borders of her snatch, then delved around Jon. Vanessa gritted her teeth and expelled the stagnation as that tongue wedged itself.
In either case, Vanessa wished none of it to stop.
Misty took one of Jon's balls in her mouth and sucked it. Her lips wiped a meringue conglomeration over his tightly drawn skin, then slowly vented hot air.
Jon groaned from the creative tongue activity. She washed his balls and cock while methodically removing signs of Vanessa. He enjoyed her artistic style.
Grasping Vanessa's hips, Jon hammered her ass and drove head into the pillow. Both sensations excited him beyond reason. He gave Vanessa a steady dose of cock, slicing to her mushy center. Her eyes moistened and her pussy gave a pulpous response. Although those moist membranes locked around him, he fought their slimy grip.
"I'm going to cum," Vanessa squeaked, feeling her orgasm building. "Ohhhh."
"Yeah," Jon commanded, wincing above her damp features. "Cum. Do it."
Vanessa climaxed with Jon's cock buried between her legs. Misty dutifully sponged the excess. The redhead's excitement oozed around that rooted shaft. Jon rammed that convulsing hole, staying in place. Misty wiped her spurted juices from his balls, too.
Jon resisted the weakness in his groin. He had thought about finishing, but remembered he had two women to satisfy. Besides, fucking that snatch wasn't enough; he wanted her ass, too.
He withdrew from her saturated slot and stroked his stiff cock. He jutted over those shifting buttocks, soaked from spit and pussy. His dick throbbed in his fist, ready to give more pleasure. He dropped a hand over that luscious rump and separated the cheeks. Vanessa's wrinkled hole greeted him. Without dwelling upon it, he steered his glistening cockhead to that orifice and planted it.
"Oh, God," Vanessa wailed, accepting that widening pressure. She continued shuddering with ecstasy when he took her from the rear. His dick slowly entered her, permitting her time to adjust. Her lips rounded as he went deeper. Her eyes rolled into their sockets as he completed his ass-filling slide. "Ohhhh."
Jon lifted her higher, aligning himself to that butt hole, then pinned Vanessa's knees to her ears. She was spread wide, arranged for maximum penetration. He moved at a leisurely pace, savoring the clamp of her anus. Given her extended squeal, she'd made the necessary allowances.
Conquered by her lust and having witnessed that tiny ass-hole absorbing that big cock, Misty rose behind Jon. She dragged her rigid nipples along his spine. His pronounced gasp told her of his pleased reception.
No longer afraid of him, Misty groped Jon. She caressed his impressive biceps and teethed his ear lobe. Jon had a magnificent physique, certainly worthy of her admiration. She brushed his pumping buns with her furry mound. No doubt, Jon liked contact with that damp hair. Purring, she flattened herself to his backside.
Jon clenched his teeth as Misty wrapped her arms around him. She thumbed his nipples while breathing down his heaving chest. He gulped air, trying to stay focused. His dick stuck out of Vanessa ass, red from the irritation of pumping it. He crammed it back into her butt, making her moan.
Misty propelled him into Vanessa with an energetic thrust. Her feathery nest, nestled in his crack, ferociously aroused him. Pushing and panting, she leaked over his tensing bottom.
"Fuck her," Misty ordered. "Fuck her sweet ass."
Vanessa breathlessly agreed. "More, please. Oh, yes, more."
Jon loved the flow of Misty's hands while he pumped Vanessa. The chick drove him insane. Her exertions to fit him in that quivering butt almost had him at the point of spewing. She petted his nipples with her long nails, sending thrilling jolts through his system. The jism rumbled in his balls.
"Give her ass your whole cock," Misty delicately dictated. "Let those tight buns taste your excitement."
"Damn!" She compelled him to obey. Jon sank into Vanessa's hot cheeks, assisted by Misty. He surrendered to the urgent push of her fluffy mound.
His groin pressed Vanessa's warm, damp flesh. His balls thumped against her ass as he reached far into that lush chasm. The temptation to explode gripped him. He shook it off, only to find it gnawing at his stamina.
Abruptly, he turned and grabbed Misty. Their mouths hungrily came together. Her tongue fought its way inside his cheeks, roaming him. He returned the fervor while dragging her in front of him. Without disconnecting himself, he placed her over Vanessa's face and pushed down.
Jon's lips muffled Misty's sob as Vanessa's tongue inched into her juicy crevice. She hadn't expected oral invasion by her redheaded comrade. She continued kissing Jon while rising and falling on that wriggling tip.
Jon felt the air compress from Misty's lungs as she rode Vanessa's face. That cunt-piercing tongue made the brunette agent uncontrollably moan. Vanessa gladly ate her nectar-rich pussy while he fucked her ass.
Misty gasped for air. Vanessa's licks overheated her. The sudden flutter threw her into a spin. Her thoughts were askew with each fresh flicker.
Jon listened to the sucking noises drifting beneath Misty. Vanessa's red hair unfurled over the pillow and behind Misty's writhing body was all he could see. Clutching her shoulders, he held her in position. Jon pumped Vanessa several minutes longer, letting his dick massage her sphincter. The alternating pressure appeared to be pleasantly exciting for her. He maintained a close eye on Misty, who neared the end of her joyous journey. Judging from her convulsive sway, Vanessa almost finished with her.
"Are you ready to cum?" he whispered after their lips parted. "Are you going to cum all over Vanessa's face?"
With her eyes shut, Misty nodded.
Misty buckled against Vanessa's sucking mouth. Her bottom lip stroked her puffy folds. Her torrent of juices poured down her throat. Vanessa gulped her tart lubricant as it trickled.
"Oh, God," Misty murmured, the blood draining from her face. She did not try fleeing that startling tongue and authorized its delivering her to paradise. She weakened from the lavish assault until undone by the violent contractions. "Ohhhh. Ohhhh."
Misty would have collapsed in a heap if it hadn't been for Jon's powerful hands. He propped her while she thrashed in splendor. She vibrated roughly, unable to reclaim her wits.
Jon tried taming the voltage running its course through her body. "Be still," he sternly commanded. He pulled out of Vanessa and rested on his haunches. His dick swayed in the air, pumped with excitement.
Vanessa sat up and embraced him. She inserted her cunt-saturated tongue into his mouth, allowing him to taste and breathe Misty's female essence. They kissed while he gleaned Misty's unique spice from Vanessa's saliva. Vanessa grabbed his cock and stroked him during their affectionate exchange.
Even while kissing Vanessa, Jon turned Misty about. Pleasantly dazed, Misty deferred to his masculine strength. She bent over on elbow and knee, presenting him her velvety crescents.
Vanessa targeted Misty's butt hole while massaging Jon. She worked his stout knob into that tiny hole until he fully descended. Jon's heart drummed while she drove him between those compact cheeks.
"Oh, yeah," he groaned, engulfed by her dark heat. Hard cock packed her rectum. He sensed no protestation on her part. Her acceptance of his ample girth further provoked him. "Yeah. Take me."
Misty let him in-all eight inches. Relaxing herself, she provided the essential room to hold him. Her rectum adapted to his manly proportions.
Having assisted with Misty's penetration, Vanessa crawled under her. Gently, Vanessa licked Misty's clit while watching Jon's rigid shaft sawing into her ass.
Misty whimpered at the teamwork of that tongue and cock. She dropped over Vanessa, thirsty for her cunt nectar. Fastening her mouth over that succulent patch, she sucked her fur-framed crevice. She yearned to make that seductive redhead peak again.
Jon lazily pumped Misty, realizing that if he hurried, he'd shoot. He burrowed into those cute cheeks and silently enjoyed that the switch in ass had indeed been sweet. Swapping Vanessa's rear for Misty's triggered a new commotion in his loins.
Jon, watching his dick entering her posterior, asked, "Does it feel good?"
Misty swallowed roughly. "Oh, yeah."
He caught the gleam in her dark eyes as he pumped her. She spoke the truth. He could feel his positive vibrations in every stroke.
Misty moaned while Jon fucked and Vanessa licked. She loved the way his cock filled her butt. Taking that much didn't make her sore-not with Vanessa orally attending the ache. She took her mouth off that red-framed pussy and gasped. "Oh, yeah, suck me."
To hear her say that caused a hot searing in his balls. Jon grappled with the clenching power of her anus. Glancing at that taut rim pressing against his cock was more than he could feasibly handle. Popping off within those butt cheeks became imperative.
Through a profusion of sweat, he watched the chicks get each other off. The constant tugging on his dick eroded his resistance. He slipped from Misty's ass just as the jism rocketed from his balls.
"Arghhhh," he growled, splattering those shapely buttocks. "Arghh. Ughhh. Ughhh."
Wasted, the babes collapsed into a tangle of hair and limbs. Vanessa's green eyes glimmered as she fell away from Misty's crotch, her face smeared with cunt juice. Webs of love dew linked Vanessa's sticky snatch to Misty's lips.
Jon squeezed the hot goo from his cock and dribbled it onto her silky flesh. He could still feel the clench of her anus, milking him. Lightheaded and physically depleted, he lay over them.
Misty, more compliant than ever, snuggled up to the two of them. She understood what had happened, and what must happen in order for Vanessa to retrieve her past.