DARK ANGEL is produced by Cameron/Eglee Productions in association with 20th Century Fox Television. This story is written for personal entertainment purposes only and no copyright infringement is intended. Special thanks to I, Heretic for proofreading the story and checking for continuity errors.
They designed her to be the perfect soldier...a human weapon...then she escaped. In a future not far from now...in a broken world...she is haunted by her past. She cannot run... she must fight...to discover her destiny
1
Kendra Maibaum uttered a high-pitched squeal and arched her back up as "Mr. Multiples" thrust deep and hard inside her for the third time that evening. Walter Eastep was insatiable, always eager and aroused when he was alone with Kendra. What she loved most was that he never seemed to make love to her the same way twice. Each time was a unique and totally erotic experience. Kendra was never bored with Walter's adventurous and experimental attitude when it came to new positions and techniques. In turn, she did everything she could to please him in bed. It still amazed her sometimes that the man she loved was a Seattle police officer who once took bribes from her and her old roommate Max Guevara in exchange for allowing them to live in an abandoned apartment building. Now she shared Walter's apartment and every night he fucked her brains out, multiple times, hence her pet nickname for him.
After what seemed like hours, Walter finally tensed up, grunted loudly and climaxed inside her. He leaned down and rammed his tongue in her open mouth, stabbing his cock as deep as it would go while Kendra panted with a shuddering orgasm of her own. After his last spasm, Walter let out a heavy sigh and rolled off of Kendra, gasping.
It took a few minutes for Kendra to recover, but after she caught her breath, she got up and stepped into the bathroom to wash her moist slit. She then soaked a hand towel with warm water and brought it back to clean the juices from her lover's cock. She took her time, gently wiping over every inch of his swollen shaft, balls and around his groin. Incredibly, Walters' thick member began to harden again as he moaned with a supremely pleased look on his face.
Walter looked at Kendra's sleepy sexy face and murmured, "Let's go again."
"No! She is so sore down there!" Kendra exclaimed with a cute giggle as she stroked his cock gently with her soft hands. She smiled and asked in amazement, "Doesn't he ever rest?"
"Not when you touch him like that," Walter informed her.
"How about if I just give him an extra long tongue bath?" Kendra suggested with a sly grin.
"Oh, yeah," Walter grinned. "That would be great."
"Then lie back and close your eyes," Kendra said sexily as she moved into a more comfortable position. "Just relax and let me do all the work."
Walter did as he was told, letting his body lay calmly on the bed and his eyes closed with his head up on the pillows. His young blonde lover began to swirl her wet pliant tongue over his balls, up the underside of his shaft and around the bulging tip of his cock. He let out a long hiss when she slipped the head past her lips and into her warm mouth and began to suckle him tenderly. Kendra enjoyed his reactions when she pleasured him orally, and took her sweet time to pay special attention to every inch of his member.
Kendra loved to control his sensations and knew from her vast experience of sucking Walter's cock countless times exactly what he enjoyed most, how to keep him from coming too soon, and simply extending his pleasure for as long as possible, frequently for hours at a time. Sometimes she sucked him off for those extremely long periods of time just to give her pussy time to recover from his insatiable trysts. But always his pleasure was hers, and the more excited Walter got, the more aroused Kendra became as well. She discovered that the longer she prolonged the length of her oral teasing, the more intense his climaxes were. Most times she came with him, and all it took was stuffing her hand between her quivering thighs while he unloaded in her mouth.
This time was no different, and after an eternity of licking and slurping, Kendra brought her lover to climax once more, swallowing his thick juices lovingly as she moaned with his shaft deep in her mouth. After she licked off every drop, she curled up next to his warm body and fell asleep to the comforting sound of his breathing.
2
The next morning, Kendra showered, dried off and put on her panties and bra. She cocked her head when she thought she heard something and stepped into the living room of the apartment after Walter left for work. She called out sweetly, "Baby, did you forget something?"
She froze and a gasp caught in her throat while toweling her wet hair. Across the room was a petite Asian woman with long silky black hair, wearing dark glasses, thick shiny shoes, and a black pinstripe suit and bright red satin shirt and tie. She was sitting calmly on the sofa with her legs crossed. A gloved hand was on the pistol next to her.
"Hello, there," the woman said with a thin smile. "I am Jade."
"Oh, uh, hi Jade!" Kendra said brightly, nervously responding to the bright and friendly attitude of the stranger in her apartment, which threw her first instinct of fear totally off kilter. She instinctively covered her most intimate areas with the towel. Then she noticed the gloved hands and gun again and her heart pounded. Several nerve-wracking seconds went by. Kendra tried to determine the potential danger of the situation and she finally spoke up. "I'm Kendra. C-can I help you?"
"Yes you can," the woman responded, smiling as warmly as ever. Her voice was very meek and soft. Then she stood up and approached Kendra very slowly, smiling all the way, which made Kendra smile and giggle nervously in return, especially when she realized with embarrassment that she was only wearing her panties and bra in front of this unusually calm woman.
"You are very cute," Jade smiled, as she looked the blushing Kendra up and down. Before she could even reply, Jade reached into her jacket and pulled out a photograph. Kendra was startled when she recognized the grainy image of her and her best friend Max. Jade asked, "Do you know where I can find this pretty lady?"
Kendra's adrenaline sped up its flow through her system. Whatever reason this person had for trying to find Max, her intuition told her it was not for anything good. She squinted at the picture and pretended to study it for a few seconds until she shook her head slowly and answered without looking Jade in the face, "No, I don't."
Jade let loose a disturbingly brief chuckle, which made Kendra very uneasy. She looked at Jade as the woman shook her head back and forth with a crooked grin on her face, as if she were admonishing a mischievous child. Kendra didn't notice that she was clenching her left hand into a tight fist. "You really should not do that, Kendra."
Then Jade froze for a beat and said, "It is not nice to lie to me." With that, she unleashed her left fist with dizzying speed, her knuckles smashing flush with Kendra's open mouth just as she was about to protest the accusation.
"AAUUUUUUHHHHH!!!" Kendra groaned as she felt a blinding flash of pain. Her knees buckled and she stumbled backwards a few steps. She smacked into the wall with stunned disbelief as her eyes watered up. A coppery taste seeped into her mouth. Kendra brought her shaking hand up to her lip and felt something wet, and when she brought it away, she was astonished to see a shiny wet smear of blood.
"W-wait...why-?" Kendra began, but her words were interrupted when she suddenly became filled with fright. Jade approached her again and before she could bring her hands up in a defensive position, Jade's backhanded fist caught her again, this time in the jaw. Kendra spun sideways in an awkward twirl until she crumpled toward the floor.
"OOOOOOWWWWWWW!!!" Kendra cried as she hit the floor hard. Her jaw seared with pain. She was trembling now with both fear and agony. Panting heavily, her first instinct was to get as far away from her attacker as possible, and she began to get up to crawl away. Jade placed her thick soled shoe on the small of her back and stomped her down flat on her stomach, and Kendra emit a stunned, "OOOOOOOMMMMFFF!!!" Jade then stepped hard on Kendra's right hand and kneeled down on her back with her other leg. She reached down and clenched a fist full of Kendra's wet hair and yanked her head up.
"UUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Kendra winced as tears spilled from her eyes.
"I am going to ask you one more time, Kendra," Jade said, her voice still full of meek charm. "Where can I find your friend?"
"P-please!" Kendra sobbed. "Don't...h-hurt me!"
"Just answer my question," Jade reiterated, and gave her hair a rough yank.
"I don't know!" Kendra blubbered.
Jade sighed and stood up, yanking Kendra up by the hair as she rose. Once on her feet, Jade slammed her fist into Kendra's stomach and doubled her over. Kendra was paralyzed by the blow, unable to breathe, and nearly blacked out. Jade grabbed her around the throat and slammed her up against the wall. Kendra's breath came in short rasps as a thin line of blood seeped from her split open bottom lip. Her mouth was also filled with saliva and blood and she choked and coughed it out of her throat before it was nearly swallowed.
Sobbing and trembling, Kendra pleaded with Jade, "Please, d-don't hit me again!"
"Where is she?" Jade asked in a singsong voice.
"I really don't know! I haven't seen her in days! Please...please believe me!"
Jade turned her head and closed his eyes. Then she turned back to look at Kendra and raised her fist. Kendra trembled and sobbed, a look of pleading on her face as she whimpered, "Noooooooo!"
Kendra shut her eyes in time as the punch landed squarely over her left right eye with a sickening thud, and then she screamed with shock and pain. Jade covered Kendra's mouth quickly and pushed her head hard against the wall. She couldn't take this anymore. The numbing fear and agony were too much for her. She felt that she was surely going to die. As much as she did not want for Max to get hurt, Kendra knew this woman was capable of doing serious harm to her. Maybe if she just told her what she wanted to know, she would leave and she could call Walter. He would be able to help her save Max. Besides, since she moved out of Max's apartment, their mutual friend Cindy McEachin had become Max's new roommate. Original Cindy and Max were both smart and strong and together they would be able to fight or escape this crazy person. At least that's what she convinced herself to believe.
"A-all right! I'll tell you! Please! Just don't hurt me anymore." Kendra mumbled between swollen lips and blood filling her mouth. She gave Jade the location of her old apartment building and the 7th floor room number.
"That is a good girl," Jade said soothingly as she patted Kendra's sore jaw. Then she marched Kendra into the bedroom and shoved her onto the bed stomach first. Before Kendra could move, Jade was on top of her, ripping the clasp apart from her bra to tie her wrists together at the bedpost. Then Jade yanked her panties down around one of her ankles and wrapped it tight, cinching a knot above her trembling right heel and then the other to the corner bedpost.
"D-don't do this!" Kendra sobbed nervously when she heard the unmistakable sound of a zipper opening. "My boyfriend is a policeman."
"Good for you, Kendra," Jade laughed. "I'm sure he won't mind if I fuck his girlfriend before I go."
"Please, no!" Kendra pleaded as hot tears poured down her cheeks. But it was no use. Kendra could only sob and whimper as Jade pulled a strap on out of the zipper of her trousers and mounted Kendra from behind. Jade began pummeling Kendra's back and thrusting deep and hard into her pussy from the rear, grunting with her full weight on top of Kendra and whispering perverted words into her ear as she held her gun to her Kendra's head. Kendra winced with every punishing thrust, and when Jade was finished after the brutal and agonizing rape, she pulled out and swathed the wet tool over Kendra's bruised and reddened ass cheeks. Before she left, Jade gagged Kendra and left her tied up on the bed. The well-dressed Asian warned, "If she is not there, I will be back for you, and your cop boyfriend."
Kendra heard the door close and cried for hours, frightened and unable to move.
3
Original Cindy arrived home from her daily bike messenger grind at Jam Pony X-Press, yanked off her jacket, and plopped down on the couch, exhausted. Normally her best friend Max would have come home with her, but Max had to make a detour. She was running low on Tryptophane for her seizures and stopped to pick some up.
Cindy closed her eyes and began to think about a particular young hottie she had seen on the streets during her deliveries that day. The girl, a young Hispanic, had smiled sweetly at her, and Cindy would have stopped to talk if she hadn't been in a rush. Instead, she began to fantasize about the girl naked in bed with her, exploring each other. Her hand slipped under the waistband of her baggy pants and cupped her crotch. She was smiling now, as her fingers began to massage her clitoris and moist slit.
"Hello, there!" came a soft voice, which startled Cindy and made her gasp in surprise. "I hope I am not interrupting anything."
"What the-...!" Cindy stammered. She straightened up quickly and found herself staring across the room at a woman wearing dark glasses and dressed neatly in a dark pinstriped suit.
"I did not mean to disturb your daydreams, but I need to locate a friend of yours, please."
Cindy froze with fear. Immediately she thought of Max. The intruder had to be a Manticore flunky. Cindy had to be extremely careful, but she didn't want this woman to think she was afraid either.
"Look, Original Cindy don't know who you're looking for, but if you don't bust a move and scat my crib, you'll be looking for something else besides a friend of mine."
Jade smiled. Oh, she loved this one.
While Cindy remained frozen in place, Jade strolled over casually and reached into her jacket to take out a silver cigarette case. She opened it with elegant gestures, took out a slim cigarette, and placed it between her lips. Jade snapped the case closed with flair. Then she tucked the case back into her jacket and brought out a silver lighter, snapped the flame, and lit the cigarette.
"You do not mind if I smoke do you?" Jade asked.
"Not only do I mind you sucking on your cancer stick, I mind you even being here, Miss Thang!"
"You may call me Jade."
Cindy was very disturbed by her demeanor. Something was definitely wrong with the girl. She wished Max would hurry up and get back. "I think you'd better leave before my...boyfriend gets here."
"That is a good one," Jade grinned. She inhaled a lung full of smoke and blew it back in Cindy's direction. "Boyfriend... right. You cannot lie to me. I know a kitty bitch when I see one. I must say you are a nice looking one, though. I admit I have a particular weakness for chocolate."
"Oh no you dih-int!" Cindy was outraged by unwanted visitor's brashness. She jumped off the couch to get in Jade's face and immediately found herself face to face with the barrel of a gun.
"You really do not want to play rough with me little sister," Jade warned. "I promise you will get burned."
For once Original Cindy was speechless. All she could do was quiver in fear as she faced the intruder behind her thin smile and dark glasses.
"Where is your room, my little kitty bitch?" Jade inquired.
Cindy glanced in the general direction of her bedroom, and Jade calmly took her by the arm and led her there, all the while keeping the gun nudged against her ribs. Jade made Cindy sit on the bed. All she could do was look at Jade and shake with anger as the beautiful but dangerous intruder out her cigarette and closed the bedroom door.
4
Max Guevara parked and locked up her Jam Pony bicycle and entered her apartment. Immediately she sensed something was wrong.
"Cindy?" Max called out.
"MMMMMMMpppppph!" Came a muffled scream from Original Cindy's bedroom. Without hesitation Max dumped her backpack on the floor and rushed across the room. She burst through the door and then froze at the sight before her. Original Cindy was sitting cross-legged with her hands behind her back on the lap of an exotic Asian woman in a dark suit and sunglasses. Cindy was nude except for the remnants of her ripped panties and her mouth was taped shut. Her arms and legs were covered with fresh bruises and Cindy's panicked eyes were trying to warn Max. The dark angel tensed up at the thought of what this person may have done to Cindy, but she dared not move when she noticed that she had a gun pressed at Cindy's neck. The barrel of the gun and the woman's hand were wrapped in tape, which in turn wrapped around Cindy's neck. There was no way Max could disarm the intruder without Cindy being killed.
"Hello, Max," the woman in black greeted her.
"Who the hell are you?" Max growled.
Jade nodded her head in a term of greeting. "You may call me Jade."
"What do you want...Jade?"
"I want you to meet some people," she told her.
"Let her go," Max insisted.
"I will, but first I need you to do something for me." Max stared at her. What did she want with her? Obviously she knew something about her abilities, or she wouldn't have taken so many precautions. Was she from Manticore?
"Look, just let her go, and I'll do whatever you want," Max assured Jade while Original Cindy shook her head 'no' and pleaded to Max with her eyes not to cooperate. She had just been through a horrible ordeal with the psycho, and she couldn't bear the thought of Max in her hands.
"First things first," Jade said. "On that nightstand is a special pair of handcuffs. Please put them on, behind your back."
Max found the handcuffs, which consisted of a thick stainless steel bar with opened cuffs on each end. She paused and looked at Jade, who simply smiled back at her, holding Cindy firmly in her arm. Her free hand was cupping and kneading Cindy's right breast. Max snapped one cuff on her left wrist, and then turned her back to Jade, so she could see her snap the other cuff on her right. She tugged them apart so Jade could see she was properly restrained.
"Good girl," Jade said. "Now come over here and lie on the bed, face down, and close your eyes." Max did as she was ordered. Jade let go of Cindy's breast, reached into her jacket and brought out a small silver cylinder. With her thumb, she clicked a button, which popped off the cap, revealing a short needle tip. With one swift motion Jade reached over and jabbed the tip through Max's jeans and into her firmly rounded rump.
"Owww!" Max exclaimed in surprise. She tensed up and turned her head to see what Jade had done. It didn't take long for her to realize that she had been injected with some sort of muscle relaxant. It worked swiftly, responding to the surge in her adrenaline and streamed through her system as fast as Max could resist it. The last thing she saw was Original Cindy's face as she struggled angrily with Jade.
5
Max woke up many hours later to the steady beep of some electronic monitoring device. She gasped and tried to sit up but she found that heavy-duty padded steel clamps restrained her wrists, ankles, neck and waist. Her entire body was held down securely to the tilted metal table she was laying on. What was worse was that she had been stripped down to her belly T-shirt and panties. A quick scan of the room revealed banks of electronic equipment on almost every side of her. Strings of electrodes raced up to rubber adhesive cups over various spots on her body.
Nightmare memories of Manticore sprung immediately to mind, and Max struggled to keep her blood pressure down. Panic would do her no good right now. She had to be patient and see what kind of situation she was in. But the longer she waited, the more distressed he became. She remembered the look of fright on Original Cindy's face as her captor held her hostage. Max grunted and tugged at the clamps, using all her genetically enhanced strength, but there was no give. It seemed as if she had been given some kind of drug to sap her physical endurance.
Max looked up suddenly above her head and her brown eyes widened with fear. She gave a soft moan of despair when she recognized the machine was the same type used by Manticore for mental and psychological reprogramming and torture. But she was certain this one had been modified. For what purpose she couldn't tell, but she definitely did not want to find out.
A door opened somewhere and she could hear someone approaching from behind her. She craned her neck to the side and saw a woman wearing a white lab coat, stylish glasses and high heel pumps of all things. Her jet-black hair was perfectly coiffed and pinned up elegantly to accentuate her slender neck. Her exotic features revealed a woman who took style as seriously as her work.
"Hello, Max," the woman said with a demure tone that hinted of a French accent. "I am Corinth."
Max said nothing, only returning the woman's smile with her own hard glare.
"Oh, don't be so cold, Cheri, I mean you no real harm," Corinth said as she studied a readout.
Max finally spoke up, "Then what the hell am I doing here? What happened to my friend?"
"One question at a time," Corinth said matter-of-factly. "First, your friend is quite alright. Just a little shaken up. I must apologize for my associate Jade. She does get a bit carried away at times. But she is actually very harmless."
"If she hurt her..." Max began.
Corinth interrupted Max. "As to the question of why you are here. All I can say is that someone has paid a great deal of money to find you and well...how shall I say this...train you for purposes other than what you had originally been trained to do."
"Who are you? What is all this?" Max insisted.
"Let us just say that I am to become your new instructor," Corinth smiled. Her eyes seemed to glow behind her glasses. "You recognize this machine, no? From Manticore?"
Max looked at her with increased nervousness.
Corinth loved to see Max so nervous. "Yes, I am quite familiar with Manticore...the X-5's...and you especially, number 332960073452," Corinth read the entire bar code number from a clipboard and then looked back into Max's large brown eyes. "I scanned your bar code and now I know everything I need to know of your genetic makeup. I must say I was quite happy to see that you were enhanced with a feline DNA strand. You become...highly aroused and agitated three times a year...just like the cat that wishes to mate, no? We will enhance this even more for your new profession."
"What are you talking about?"
"You were trained to be a soldier, yes, but after my machine does its work, you will no longer be interested in killing. You will soon be quite the lover, not the fighter."
Max was stunned by implication. "What?"
"My employer wishes to take advantage of your many talents and guide them toward a more profitable venture," Corinth explained. "After I am done with you, Max, you will be the most highly skilled call girl...a prostitute. You will fuck men... and women...for money and you will enjoy it very much. Your advantage is that you will be the most beautiful of our girls. Your large brown eyes, your olive skin, and your perfect body. I must admit that as a woman who... ahem... goes both ways, I am especially fond of your lips. I am sure all the clients will love them too."
"You're psycho if you think I'm doing any of that!" Max snarled as she yanked at her restraints.
"Do not fret, Cheri. This is a high-class operation, as you will see. We service only the most discriminating clients. Rich men. Businessmen and women with taste and wealth who would kill to spend the night with a young woman like you. I believe I can safely predict that you will be our most popular booking."
"Screw you!" Max screamed. "Let me out of this, right now, and I promise I won't snap your little neck!"
Corinth laughed, "I enjoy your spirit. The clients will appreciate that as well I can assure you."
Max pulled against her restraints and unleashed a string of curses as Corinth made the final adjustments on the equipment hooked up to the soft but lethal X-5. Once everything was ready, Corinth took a blue rubber medical gag and held it up in front of Max's panicking face. "I think you know the drill."
The gag was to prevent the subject from biting or swallowing their tongue while under the treatment. Max was now fully aware that there was nothing she could do to prevent the inevitable. Her eyes misted over and with a desperate pleading look, she mouthed the words, "Please, no."
"I know it will be painful, but if you do not resist, it will be over much sooner than you think," Corinth told Max in a soothing voice as she inserted the gag between the frightened girl's teeth. She then tethered Max's head with a rubber strap to keep her still. Now all the dark angel could do was stare straight ahead as Corinth fired up the machine. She tensed up as a vivid red laser light shot straight into her right eye. Her whole body began to tremble, fists squeezed, toes curled, jaws clenched and teeth biting down hard on the thick rubber gag. As the first waves of pain overtook her nervous system, a single tear escaped from the corner of Max's eye and rolled down her soft cheek.
Within minutes, the once lethal killing machine was being reprogrammed into the ultimate love doll. Words and commands began to flash into her consciousness with blinding speed. OBEY MY MASTER. SEX. FUCK FOR MONEY. AROUSAL. PLEASURE THE CLIENT. CLIMAX. I AM A SEX TOY. PUSSY. I LOVE MEN. SUCK. I NEED COCK INSIDE ME. ORGASM. I LIVE TO PLEASE. KISS. MY BODY IS A TOOL. LICK. I NEED TO FUCK. ASS. MY PUSSY NEEDS DICK. TONGUE. I NEED TO SUCK COCK. MASSAGE. I NEED TO BE FUCKED. MOUTH. I AM IN HEAT. PLEASURE. USE MY LIPS...on so on and on.
Corinth looked on as the insidious machine did its work. She was delighted when she noticed that Max's nipples were erect and budding up through her thin T-shirt. Her svelte hips were squirming and thrashing on the table, and Corinth could not resist the temptation to place her fingertips on the quivering mound between Max's smooth thighs. She smiled knowingly when she felt the telltale moisture that revealed evidence that the machine was doing its work. The readings were better than expected as well. With only a few sessions, Max would be ready for her new profession.
6
After Walter Eastep arrived home to find Kendra tied up and assaulted. After Walter released her she cried in his arms with relief, but she refused to go to the hospital when Walter suggested it. Instead she insisted they go immediately to Max and Original Cindy's apartment. There they found Cindy in a similar state, bound and nude on her bed with Max nowhere to be found. Max and Cindy were hesitant to allow Walter to put out an alert to the Seattle police force for Max. Instead they gave him only the description of their assailant, who called herself Jade.
Kendra was in shock and distraught with the guilt that she had led Jade to Max, no matter how much Walter and Cindy assured that she didn't have a choice. Walter rushed Kendra to the hospital, but Cindy told them she would get checked out later. Now she was meeting alone with Max's boyfriend, cyberjournalist Logan Cale, who was now in the process of using every contact he had with Eyes Only to locate Max.
As Logan pounded away on the keys of his computer while simultaneously making rounds of phone calls, Cindy was pleasantly surprised by the sudden appearance of Alec, one of Max's X-5 brother's who worked with the two of them at Jam Pony. When Logan became aware of Alec's presence, he quickly hung up his telephone and turned his attention to the young man staring at him.
"Alec," Logan said. He wasn't sure exactly what to say. There always seemed to be an underlying uneasiness whenever Alec was around, some basic concern over Alec's love-hate relationship to Max, which Logan didn't quite understand.
"What happened to Max?" Alec asked, trying to keep from seeming too anxious.
"Well, all we know right now is that she was apparently kidnapped by an Asian woman named Jade. I'm calling all of my contacts to see if anyone knows anything."
"And...?"
"Nothing so far."
There was a long uncomfortable pause as Alec stared at Logan. Then Alec informed him, "I'll go and look for her." Then he turned and headed for the door.
"If I find out anything..." Logan called out.
The door slammed shut before he could finish his sentence.
Original Cindy looked on stunned and muttered, "That boy never ceases to amaze me."
"Yeah, well," Logan responded, bewildered by the whole encounter. He looked at Cindy, who appeared in shock. "Are you going to be okay?"
"Yeah, but I'm too worried about my Boo than to think about myself right now."
"Look, why don't we go to the hospital so you can get checked out."
"No, I'll be alright. I just need a long hot shower," Cindy groaned. She was suddenly aware how sore and bruised her body was.
"You're welcome to use mine," Logan offered.
"That's the best offer I've had in a long time," Cindy said. She was suddenly overcome with emotion, and she slammed her fists into furniture. Logan went to her and embraced Cindy as she began to shudder with rage worrying about Max.
"Don't worry, we're going to find her," Logan tried to calm her down.
7
Anderson Kurtz, the largest peddler of female flesh in the Northwest United States was relaxing in the den of his lakeside estate. His immaculate home was once owned by a billionaire computer software mogul, who went out of business after The Pulse. Kurtz, who got out of the slumping Texas oil business just in time, quickly jumped on the property and made Seattle his permanent home. He was watching a hot sexy blonde snort a line of cocaine off the glass coffee table top. After partaking of the white powder, she would dance erotically for Kurtz wearing only a pair of high heel acrylic pumps, rubbing her huge 40DD's and stroking the trim patch of blonde fur between her legs. The rest of her flimsy clothes were strewn about the room. Her g-sting was on Kurtz's lap.
He puffed on a thick cigar and sipped from a glass of Chivas on the rocks. He had cases of the fine liquor in storage, all of which he acquired on the black market. With the loud music blasting from his high tech music system, he barely heard the knocking on the door. Kurtz hated being interrupted when he was auditioning new talent. He was so looking forward to having this blonde bimbo wrap those impossibly long legs around his head.
"Come in," he growled loudly in a raspy voice.
Corinth stepped into Kurtz's domain and wrinkled her nose at the stale cigar smoke wafting about the room. Kurtz was completely without any class, but he paid handsomely for her services, and that was really what mattered.
"What's shakin'?" Kurtz inquired, never taking his eyes off the jiggling breasts of the blonde as she began to lap dance for him. "I mean, besides the tits on this fine ass filly here.
"She's ready," Corinth told him.
"Who's ready?"
Corinth gazed at the blonde. She was hesitant to say in front of the girl, but the bimbo looked so out of it, she would hardly understand a thing. "The X-5," Corinth said proudly. "Max."
That got Kurtz's attention and he stood up immediately to face Corinth while the dancer tumbled off his lap. The blonde gasped when her tight tush bounced on the floor. Kurtz exclaimed "No shit?"
Corinth sighed and rolled her eyes at Kurtz's use of vulgarities. Why couldn't she work for someone with a little more style and class? For someone who had so much money, he hardly carried himself as someone with great wealth. She primly adjusted her glasses and told him, "Yes. I think you will be very pleased." "Well where the hell is she?" Kurtz asked enthusiastically in his Texan accent. "I'm ready to meet her."
Corinth looked at the blonde, who was happily snorting another line of cocaine. "She's right outside, but I think it would be best to lose the other girl for now. She might be a bit distracting for a proper meeting."
"Yea, I guess you're right," Kurtz grinned widely. He gave Corinth a surprising slap on her firm behind. "I knew there was a good reason I hired you, sugar. I'll get rid of the filly."
Corinth bristled at Kurtz's demeaning swat and struggled to hold her tongue to keep from lashing out at him for his crude behavior. 'How dare he presume to touch me?' Corinth thought.
"All right sweet cheeks, I'm gonna have to take a rain check on that lap dance," Kurtz informed the blonde, who looked at him with a puzzled expression.
"You mean I have to go?" the blonde pouted.
"Yep, I gotta little business to attend to. We'll get together again some other time."
"Well, do I get the job?" the blonde asked as she gathered her silky little dress and quickly slipped it on over her ditzy head.
"Yeah, sure, but we have to go over a couple a' things first," Kurtz told her. Inside his own head he was thinking about her real audition, the one in his private bedroom. He had to give that hot mouth and trim bush a thorough test ride. "Give me holler on the phone later."
"Okay, Kurtzy," she said happily and giggled as she slipped on her frilly g-string panties over her long smooth legs and thighs over her round bubble ass.
Once the blonde exited, Corinth nudged her glasses up on her pert nose and said, "Kurtzy?"
"Yeah, ain't she somethin'?" Kurtz grinned. "She's gonna be a real moneymaker at the strip club. All right Cory, where's this Max babe you've been rantin' about?"
"It's Corinth," she corrected him in no uncertain terms, offended by his mangling of her proper name.
"Yea, sure, whatever," Kurtz said, impatiently. He was eager to see what this X-5 was all about.
"I'll go and get her," Corinth sneered. She strutted out the door in a stew and returned with Max, who wore only a tight pair of sleek biker shorts and a matching sports bra, which revealed a nice flat stomach while accentuating her perfectly shaped pair of breasts. Her soft curls fell loosely about her pretty face and her expression was pretty much a blank stare until she locked eyes with Kurtz. Her expression immediately transformed into what could only be described as a pure lustful gaze. Her entire body language hid nothing except anxiousness and arousal in the presence of the only male in the room.
"Sweet Hosanna," Kurtz murmured in awe of the exotic young beauty before him. He was completely taken by her beautiful dark features and his cock gave a slight twinge in the crotch of his jeans. The way she was eying him made Kurtz grin from ear to ear, especially when her tongue slipped out and ran across the thick protuberance of her upper lip. "By gawd, little Miss Cory, I think you done it."
Corinth was too proud of her work with Max to be annoyed at the moment. The look on Kurtz's face was reward enough for the hours spent reprogramming the Manticore creation into a virtual sex machine. "You like?"
"Hell yes I like!" Kurtz exclaimed, barely able to keep his tongue from dropping out of his mouth. She was perfect. From her sweet face, her ample chest, her smooth bubble ass, everything fit together seamlessly to reveal a model of femininity that was without rival. "And she's all trained?"
"Absolutely," Corinth replied. "Just make a request, and she will do whatever you want, whenever you want, and for however long you want." Then she cooed into Max's ear. "Isn't that right, Max?"
"Ummm, yes," Max answered in a sexy bedroom voice. "And you can put it anywhere you want to."
Kurtz's heart nearly stopped in his chest. His cock was straining to escape his jeans now. A vivid picture of Max lying spread eagle and naked on his bed flashed through his mind and he had to remember to breathe. With a barely audible murmur, never taking his eyes of Max, Kurtz informed Corinth, "Miss Cory, I do believe Max and I need to have some time alone to become better acquainted."
"Of course," Corinth smiled knowingly, and leaned over to kiss Max lightly on the cheek, whispering to the dark angel, "Do your best, my pet. And later you'll receive a nice reward."
Corinth's words made Max's flesh crawl with goose bumps. During the training, Corinth had used a reward method to enforce her training and commands on the X-5. Now every time Max performed successfully for Corinth, she was rewarded with secret code words and phrases, which when spoken to Max, caused mind numbing seizures of multiple climaxes and shuddering orgasms. In essence, Max was addicted to these orgasms, and was now programmed to seek ways to obtain them by pleasing her Mistress with each successful performance.
Once they were left alone, Kurtz approached Max, who was nearly trembling with anticipation of pleasing her new employer.
Kurtz grinned and told Max in an East Texas drawl, "Damn, you sure are purty."
Max smiled brightly at the compliment. It seemed to Max that compliments excited her for some strange reason. She was totally oblivious to the fact that it had been ingrained as part of her sexual brainwashing. She responded by giggling and telling Kurtz, "Thank you!"
"Don't mention it," Kurtz grinned back, nearly drooling.
"Would you like to fuck me now, sir?" Max asked. She used an innocent little girl tone to her question that she had been specifically trained to do. Corinth knew exactly what buttons to push with Kurtz.
"Oh, hell, yes!" Kurtz exclaimed
As the music continued to pump from the sound system, Max smiled sexily, grabbed the bottom edge of her sports bra, and peeled it up and over her head in one swift motion, spilling her perfect breasts out for her soon to be lover to feast his eyes on. Kurtz put out his hands to catch Max as she jumped up into his arms and wrapped her shapely legs around his waist. He was thoroughly excited when Max pressed her thick lips to his and rammed her tongue in his mouth. He nearly exploded in his pants before he even got his cock out when Max began to grind her svelte hips suggestively against his groin.
Max Guevara, once engineered to raise hell, spent the rest of the afternoon fucking her new boss like a sex-starved minx. And she thoroughly got off on every second of it. Kurtz bent her supple body in a variety of unique positions, each one more acrobatic and strenuous than the last. No matter what he asked of her, Max refused nothing. She was only too eager to follow his every direction, using her body to please Kurtz no matter what. After several hours, Kurtz was exhausted, and he found it incredible that Max seemed to only be getting started.
"Please, baby," Max purred in her most demure voice. "One more time."
"I'd love to darlin'," Kurtz grinned as he sat up in the sweat soaked sheets of the bed. "But old Kurtz here needs to recharge his batteries."
"I'll recharge them for you," Max said as she gave him a sexy grin and eyed his flaccid cock with relish. She was about to go down on him again when Kurtz held her back. Max pouted with disappointment.
Kurtz told her, "You relax here for a bit, and I'll be back in a flash. I need to discuss some business with my little Miss Corinth."
"Promise you'll be back?" Max inquired, licking her lips.
"Damn right," Kurtz said before leaving Max alone to brood and ache for his return. Kurtz let out a long sigh of relief once he was outside the door. He called Corinth into his office and she promptly arrived with a knowing smile on her face.
"So, what do you think?" Corinth asked, already knowing the answer.
"We're sitting on a gold mine here," Kurtz chuckled. "I want you to get her cleaned up nice, put her in some nice sexy clothes, and start booking her to only our best clients. You can start sending her out tonight... and up her price, too, higher than all the others.
"Was she that good?" Corinth asked with an arched eyebrow.
"Better," Kurtz grinned back mischievously.
8
The next day, Alec stepped into Logan Cale's apartment eager to hear what Logan had gathered in their search for Max. "What did you find?" Alec asked impatiently.
"Thanks to Walter Eastep, I was able to get a copy from a sector checkpoint security camera the day Max disappeared. This is a few minutes after Cindy said Max was taken," Logan said as he brought up a video feed onto his computer screen, which revealed a lone driver in a black car. Logan froze a close up on the woman's face. She wore sunglasses and a dark suit and red tie. "Cindy identified her as the woman who took Max."
"That's all you have?"
"No," Logan continued. "I put this picture out to some friends of mine and I found something interesting. That same night this woman Jade shows up at a club called Inferno. Word has it this is an exclusive club owned by a major sex peddler. I'm still trying to decipher document files and deeds to find out exactly who this person is. This is the sector and address of the place."
"All right then," Alec said, putting the address to memory. He started for the door. "I'll go check it out."
"Wait a minute, it's won't be that easy," Logan warned. "I also found out that you have to have a password and membership. It's next to impossible to get in unless you know somebody. These are high rollers, businessmen who are well connected. Legally and illegally."
"You have something in mind to get me inside?"
"I'm working on it," Logan told him. "Give me a day."
"We don't have a day," Alec said.
"Look, I want to find Max as much as you do, but you just can't go in there on some paramilitary operation." "I'll give you a day, but in the mean time, I'm going to watch the place," Alec said. "If I catch this Jade outside, I am going to take her aside and have a little word with her."
"Good luck," Logan told Alec, and then added, "Be careful."
Alec left without another word and Logan jumped back onto his computer.
9
The corporation head was busy at his desk with his telephone headset practically sutured to his temple, speaking a mile a minute and making intricate business deals with his every working minute. A voice jumped in between calls. It was his assistant, informing that someone was there to see him.
Finally, he thought. It was his weekly scheduled stress reliever. He was too busy to cultivate a meaningful relationship, much less date. So he decided to use an agency to send over the latest bimbo of the week to pleasure him while he went about his multi million-dollar deals.
When his office door opened, he gave a cursory glance to check out the talent, and then did a standard double take, pausing in mid keypad dial to look upon the stunning young girl who just entered his office. She wore a stylish light-colored business suit. Her dark hair was curled up around a face that could only be described as breathtaking. She had the sort of full pouted mouth that drove him nuts, glossed with a generous amount of lipstick. But her dark brown eyes were what captured him most of all. And the look on her face revealed that she either wanted to devour him or fuck him to death. Any further deals would have to wait and he quickly informed his assistant to hold all his calls.
"Hi, I'm Max," she spoke in a sultry tone as she strolled over to his desk.
"I'm Jerry."
"So, Jerry, do you want your cock sucked first, or do we go straight to fucking?"
"Oh my-" Jerry muttered under his breath. This was definitely the best one they had ever sent over. His erection was already growing inside his slacks.
After Max provided Jerry the most incredible oral pleasure he had ever experienced in his life, she allowed him to fuck her brains out on his desk. When it was all over, Jerry signed a receipt for Max's services, which would be charged to his account, and then handed Max some cash as a tip for a job well done. She smiled gratefully at Jerry, who she could tell was very pleased with her talents. Max decided she was really going to enjoy this new profession. She had her own vehicle, great clothes, and she didn't have to deal with a lame delivery job or a boss like Normal.
When she arrived downstairs and straddled her motorcycle, there was a message on her pager. Max called into the office on her private cell phone and listened as the receptionist gave her another customer and location. Then the receptionist spoke a single code word to Max. Max immediately began to shiver as she closed her eyes and bit her lip, wincing as an intense orgasm seemed to rise up out of her and shake her in her seat. Her thighs tightened around the beast between her legs.
"UUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNHHHHHHHHHHH!!!" Max groaned as the climax reached its pinnacle. Then just as quickly as it came, it faded away, and Max was able to get a hold of her numbed senses. Her knuckles were white from gripping the handlebar of her Ninja and the cell phone, and she had to concentrate hard to get her hands to open. The line went dead and Max put away the cell phone. She had just been rewarded for successfully completing her first appointment as a high-class call girl. She kicked the Ninja alive and roared off down the street.
10
Alec waited and watched from an alley across the street from the back door of The Inferno club. An hour had passed and he was getting impatient. His waiting paid off when he spotted a familiar vehicle park along the street a block away. He quickly headed in the direction of the car, before the occupant had a chance to exit from the idling vehicle. The sound system was thumping heavily with bass. He walked up the passenger's side and climbed into the car to sit next to Jade, who was busy using a chrome tube to snort a line of coke from a pocket mirror. Without even looking over at Alec, she smiled and said, "You better have a very good reason for getting inside my car without an invitation."
Alec smirked and told her. "I have a very good reason. Her name is Max."
"Call the agency," Jade said. "I am not her pimp."
"I lost the number," Alec replied with sarcasm.
"Too bad," Jade said. She put her coke away and licked the residue from her fingers. "Now get out of my car."
"No can do, sweetheart," Alec said. "Not until you tell me where I can find Max."
"I count to three," Jade said calmly, still looking straight ahead. "You leave before three or I kill you." Alec said nothing and smiled.
Jade sighed and began to count, "One...two..."
Before she said three, she lashed out with a knife hand aimed at Alec's throat. Years of Manticore training allowed Alec to block the strike with a forearm. With his other hand he grabbed her wrist and pinned it against the dashboard. Then he used his elbow to smash Jade in the temple. Her head snapped to the side and struck the window, dazing her. With what little senses she had, Jade pulled a wicked blade from her jacket and tried to stab Alec, but he easily deflected the knife and stripped it away. With a heel fist that sprung straight up, he struck her flush on the chin and knocked her out completely. Then she dropped over into Alec's lap with a grunt, unconscious.
Alec decided the best course of action was to take Jade to a secluded location. He realized Jade was potentially very deadly, so he slipped off his belt and used it to bind Jade's wrists behind her back. Then he shoved her between the seats into the back, slid over into the driver's seat, and drove off in Jade's sport's car. It took Alec only a few minutes to find a suitably deserted building. Once a manufacturing plant, it was still filled with long unused equipment and machinery. He drove Jade's car into a large opening and came to stop inside. With one arm he pulled Jade's unconscious form out of the backseat. Because of her petite size, Alec was easily able to carry Jade to an area where he found just the items he was looking for.
When Jade finally awoke, she found herself very disoriented. For one thing, she was looking at Alec, but he was upside down. There was a muffled roaring in her ears. When she tried to move, there was a strange feeling of vertigo, and Jade was finally able to figure out that she had been hung upside down by her ankles and her hands had been bound with wire behind her back. The muffled roar was from blood rushing to her head.
"Hi, Jade," Alec said with a self-satisfied smirk.
Jade said nothing. She only twisted in her bonds to test how well she had been bound. From the total lack of give from the wire biting painfully into her wrists, she found that she was bound extremely well. All she could do now was stare at Alec and steam in silence.
"What's the matter, Jade?" Alec taunted. "Not used to being on this end of the situation."
Jade's eyes narrowed. Indeed she was not. No one had ever gotten the best of her. That's why she was paid so well for her services. She made a mental vow that she would kill this person, but not before making him scream.
"You're going to tell me about Max now," Alec informed her.
"The pretty bitch?" Jade asked in her gentle sing song voice. She smiled thinly at Alec.
Alec smiled and shook his head. "All right, we can do this the easy way, or the hard way. Either way doesn't make a difference to me, but it sure as hell will to you."
"What are you going to do to me, pretty boy?" Jade mocked her captor. "Hurt me?"
"If I have to," Alec replied. "And I guess I should tell you, I've been trained for it. I know a hundred different ways to make you talk, but ultimately it just depends on you. Personally, I'd rather not cut you, seeing as how pretty you are..."
"There's only one problem, handsome," Jade grinned. "I love pain."
Alec sighed. "All right, let's get started then." He stepped over to a winch that was connected to the cable that held Jade by her ankles. He pushed a lever and Jade began to drop slowly. She quickly pivoted her head toward the floor and her eyes opened wide when she saw that she was about to be dunked in an open trough of dark oily water. She barely had time to inhale when her head hit the water and submerged beneath the brackish surface. Alec waited patiently for ten seconds, and then reversed the winch to bring Jade back up.
Jade coughed and spat the disgusting fluid that had entered her mouth and gasped for air. Before the wetness cleared her eyes, Alec lowered her again, this time holding her under for twenty seconds. Jade's body thrashed at first, and then she tried to relax and conserve her energy. When Alec brought her up, she coughed more and inhaled deeply. The smell of the filthy water was making her retch, and much of it had gone up her nose. Alec lowered her again, this time for thirty seconds. Her body tensed up at first, but as the seconds ticked by, she began to thrash more and more, splashing the water furiously. Alec brought her up.
"Wait! Wait! I'll talk!!" Jade gasped between coughing fits.
"Where's Max?"
"I don't know!" Jade screamed.
Alec lowered her again, this time for an agonizingly long time. When he brought her up, Jade was panicked, spitting and cursing. "Damn you! Stop! Give me a chance!"
"I'm waiting," Alec said.
"I don't know where they keep her, but I do know where she will be," Jade exclaimed, sucking in air.
"Where?"
"The club," Jade told him
"What club? The Inferno?"
"Yes! Inferno," Jade gasped.
"When?"
"Tomorrow night!"
"You aren't lying to me are you?" Alec asked, threatening to lower her again.
"No!" Jade screamed. "Not lying."
"I hear it's hard to get in," Alec said. "But I'll bet you have a password don't you?"
Jade went silent.
Alec lowered Jade again and she screamed just before she went under the water. Alec held her under until Jade's lungs burned and felt about to burst. When he brought her up, it took her a few minutes to recover after retching the filthy water, but she was finally able to stammer with desperation, "Please, don't! I tell you anything! Password! Anything. Please! No more under water!"
"That's a good girl," Alec smiled.
11
Max had only seen homes like this very rarely. With a sector pass provided by the agency, she was able to enter one of Seattle's more exclusive neighborhoods. It seemed as if The Pulse had never happened along these landscaped streets lined with gated mansions. There were two appointments in this neighborhood tonight, and she found the address of the first one and pulled up to the security gate. She spotted a security camera and smiled at it. The gate began to open slowly, and Max rode up the circular driveway to the front door of the opulent estate.
She was met at the door by a woman who could only be described as stunning, despite her middle age. Her long luxuriant reddish gold locks cascaded down the backless opening of her shimmering gold lame evening dress. It was slit up one side, revealing the woman's very shapely legs.
"Good evening, you must be Max," the woman smiled. "My name is Celeste."
"Hello, Celeste," said Max sweetly as she was allowed inside the door into the marble tiled entrance hall. Instinctively, she took in her surroundings, eyeing the expensive artwork and sculpture.
"God you are incredible," Celeste told Max, admiring the way the olive-skinned girl fit into her pointed white patent leather pumps, tight white pants and shoulder padded jacket held only with a single to button to reveal that Max wore no blouse underneath. She reached up gently and placed her palm on Max's cheek. Max did not even flinch, despite the fact that she had no natural lesbian tendencies. She had been programmed instead to respond positively to every situation, and so she closed her eyes and smiled at the woman's touch, like a cat being petted.
Max opened her eyes and smiled. "You have very soft hands."
"Would you like a drink?"
"I'd like whatever you'd like," Max stated simply.
Celeste was astonished by Max's eagerness to please. With her heart beating rapidly from excitement at the presence of such a beautiful young woman, Celeste spoke nervously to her new visitor. "I...would very much like to kiss you."
"What's stopping you?" Max smiled sweetly.
Celeste took a deep breath and stepped closer to Max. She put her hands on Max's trim waist and leaned forward, closing her eyes and parting her lips as she attempted the kiss. Max tilted her head slightly and received Celeste eagerly, pressing her thick protruding lips softly against her beautiful host's open mouth. Celeste moaned softly with pleasure, and her body tingled with arousal. Max's own body seemed to come alive in her hands, and when Max embraced her in return, Celeste felt as if she were melting at Max's touch. Soon they were both breathing hard, nostrils flaring as they moaned and gasped for air between kisses. Tongues swirled, roamed and explored, and the embrace grew more intense with each passing second.
When they paused for a moment, they stared into each other's eyes, their bodies pressed tight against one another. Celeste had to catch her breath. She was already flushed and overheated. Just kissing Max was more intensely arousing than making love to some of the other women the agency had sent over in the past. Max in turn felt completely stimulated by Celeste. She wanted nothing more than to pleasure the woman, so she took Celeste by the hand and led her down the hallway. "Show me your bedroom."
Celeste blushed. Max mad her feel like a teenager again, and she smiled wickedly. "It's upstairs."
When they arrived in Celeste's immaculately furnished bedroom, Max told her to stand still. Then she took her time and undressed Celeste, slipping her host's gown off her shoulders and letting it fall around her legs. Then Max slipped out of her own clothes, keeping her eyes fixed on Celeste the whole time. The socialite was fully mesmerized by Max's large brown eyes, and she couldn't take her eyes from Max's angelic face. Then her eyes fell on Max's nude form and her breath was taken away. Her legs, her hips, her waist, her breasts, shoulders, arm, neck and face were all perfectly sculpted. Max was the most exquisite creature she had ever laid eyes on. And tonight she was hers for the taking.
Without a word, Max led Celeste to the bed, and once there they embraced like lovers who hadn't seen each other in years. Max let her hands roam over Celeste, and she lay back and closed her eyes to allow Max to touch and kiss every inch of her body. She tingled with delight when she felt Max start at her toes and feet, lavishing them with kisses and wet suckling. Then Max moved up her legs and brushed the furry patch between her legs, teasing Celeste's most intimate area for one agonizingly short moment before moving on over her stomach and quivering breasts. Celeste's nipples were fully erect, and her body was covered with gooseflesh.
"UMMMMMMM," Celeste moaned as Max suckled her nipples and softly stroked her pubic area. Her hips rose up off the bed and she spread her legs wide to receive Max as she moved between them.
Max became more turned on by the moment. Her body felt full of electricity, and the taste of Celeste aroused her even more. She loved the woman's soft skin, and used her full lips to cover her neck with kisses. Finally Max moved over Celeste's panting mouth and smothered her lips with her own. Their tongues swirled and mingled in each other's mouths, and Max pressed her hips against Celeste's groin. Celeste responded with a moan of ecstasy, and Max was turned on even more. Soon they were undulating against one another's nude bodies.
In time, the two women shifted positions, interlocking their legs and grinding against each other's heated crotch. The temperature in the room became warmer as the two women made passionate Sapphic love. Each could not get enough of the other, and Max finally moved between Celeste's legs to spread her lips apart and taste the pink sheath within. Her tongue flicked rapidly but gently over Celeste's clit, driving the beautiful socialite into mind numbing oblivion. Her body arched up and she squealed with pleasure as Max pleasured her. In record time, Celeste exploded with a shuddering orgasm that shook her entire body. When she recovered, she was fully intent on reciprocating the gift on Max. The dark angel turned onto her back and spread her legs enthusiastically to receive Celeste's mouth.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Max screamed out when she felt Celeste's enthusiastic tongue. She had been so aroused by pleasuring the woman that she promptly climaxed after only a few minutes. But Celeste was far over with Max, and used her lips and tongue on her hot new companion for what seemed an eternity. They pleasured each other into the night, trading positions and bringing each other to climax again and again and again.
12
Alec was told everything he needed to know. Max would make an appearance at The Inferno nightclub tomorrow night. What time Jade didn't know, but she guessed sometime after 11:00 p.m. when the best girls were brought out to entertain the guests. She fed him many more details under threat of dunking in the oily water, including a password to get into the club.
"Well," Alec said with a smile as he left Jade trussed up in a strict hogtie in one of the dusty offices of the manufacturing plant. "I'm going to take your word for it that everything you've told me is true. If not, then I guess I'll be back tomorrow and we can start all over again."
"Bastard! You can't leave me like this!" Jade snarled. She was struggling furiously as Alec cinched the last knot of unyielding electrical wire.
"Sure I can," Alec said. He took the red silk handkerchief from Jades front pocket and twirled it in his hands. "Here, this is just to make sure you're nice and quiet until I get back. Open wide."
"No! Damn you! NNNNNNMMMMMMMMMMPPPPPPPPHHHH!!!"
"Later." Alec swatted Jade on her butt and left her alone in the dark.
13
After she had left Celeste breathless and stunned by hours of intense lovemaking, Max moved on to her next appointment nearby. She rang the bell on the front door of a mansion and was met by an elderly gentleman. He led her through the immaculate home and out the back entrance to the pool area. It was the residence of Drake Stanhope, one of Seattle's wealthier citizen's.
Stanhope, sipping champagne and puffing on a fat cigar, was relaxing at the edge of the immense pool and invited Max to join him as she approached from the opposite end. Max promptly slipped out of her heels and allowed her thin silk dress to slip off her curvaceous body. She was wearing nothing except a single toe ring on her right foot. The millionaire whistled in appreciation at the vision standing before him with a look of pure sex on her face.
Max pouted demurely and slipped into the heated water up to her neck. She cruised the length of the pool in long smooth strokes.
"How long can you hold your breath?" Stanhope asked with a salacious grin when Max neared.
"I'll show you," Max purred as she slipped under the surface of the water.
Stanhope felt hands on his legs, moving upward along the inside of his thighs, cupping his balls, and then the incredible sensation of Max's lips and tongue as she engulfed his swelling member into her eager mouth.
"Oh, fuck," Stanhope grunted as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes while Max went to work on him. He would soon find that it was true what the agency said. Max could hold her breath a very long time.
14
Logan, Alec and Original Cindy all sat around Logan's living room discussing Alec's discovery of Jade. Understandably, Cindy was angry and upset.
"You mean to tell me you found that bitch and you didn't bring her here so I could medieval on her ass?"
"Well, I didn't think Logan would appreciate me bringing a criminal to his home," Alec explained.
Cindy rolled her eyes and sat angrily with her arms crossed. If only she could have five minutes with Jade.
"So where is she?" Logan asked.
"Warehouse near the piers. She'll be all right for a day or too. At least until tomorrow night."
Logan asked, "So the plan is you're going inside The Inferno?"
"Yep, if this password is the real deal."
"Well, I gotta hand it to you..." Logan said. "None of my contacts were able to come up with a thing. This must be some exclusive club."
Alec looked at Logan, and told him, "I'll guess we'll find out won't we?"
15
The next day, Max was off to an early start. Word had spread about a hot new talent and the agency bookings were coming in fast and furious. Everyone wanted a taste of the hot new meat, and a man named Sill was one of the lucky few that were going to get first crack at Max, in more ways than one.
He led Max into his spacious loft apartment in downtown Seattle. The décor could only be described as dark and Gothic. Giant graphic art paintings hung on the brick walls, and Max noticed a similar theme in all the pieces. Bondage. Sill, wearing nothing but a thin chain mail type rope and back jeans, rolled back a plastic partition to show Max his playroom.
Her eyes widened a bit. In the middle of the floor was a huge wooden 'X' with metal cuffs mounted at the extremities. Nearby was some sawhorse type of padded bench. There was also an authentic medieval torture rack complete with wheels for stretching the victim. Hanging from the ceiling were all manner of chains attached to various types of restraints and spreader bars. On one wall there was vast collection of whips, crops paddles and lashes. There was also a large wardrobe whose contents Max could only guess at. A strange thrill went through at the thought of what this person was about to do to her.
"How much pain can you take?" Sill smiled rubbing his goatee.
Max lifted her chin and grinned, as if challenging his dare, "How much can you dish out?"
Sill chuckled and approached Max. She was a feisty one. He liked that.
"Get your clothes off," Sill commanded.
Max stared at him defiantly and stripped completely naked. Sill took a long moment to appreciate her fine figure, looking over every curve and crevice. She was in excellent shape. Perfect in fact. He was going to enjoy putting this one through the paces. The first thing Sill did was to place a thick leather collar around Max's slender neck. Then he attached a chain to the silver link and led her to the first of custom restraint devices. First he would stretch her out a bit to get her in the proper frame of mind. Then maybe he would test her limits with a good pussy lashing. But first things first, those thick protruding lips of hers were begging to be sealed. Sill took a large black rubber ball gag harness and stuffed the rubber orb between Max's teeth, and then buckled the straps snugly around her head. Her thick lips were shaped into a perfectly round 'O'.
Five hours later, Max had been run through the mill. She had been stretched on the rack, pussy-whipped, foot-whipped, hung by her wrists and spanked with paddles and straps, then suspended upside down with her ankles cuffed to the spreader bar and her arms and expertly cinched behind her back with ropes. Sill used specially made crops that left no mark to whip and torment Max, but they were no less painful. The transgenic was ultimately enthralled and aroused by the pain and bondage, getting more and more turned on by each new position and erotic torture. The more painful the whips felt on her quivering flesh, the more intense Max's climaxes rushed through her. During the session Sill placed Max on her back atop a padded pedestal. Her arms and legs were pulled back and under the post and lashed together in a severely back bending hogtie with coils of nylon rope. Her head hung upside down and she was helpless as Sill used her vulnerable position to tease her sopping pussy with multiple vibrators. Then he removed her ball gag to stuff a sweetened soft plastic dildo in her mouth.
The intense bondage session ended with Sill placing Max's wrists in cuff restraints and pulling them up toward the ceiling until she was barely on her toes. Then he took a tight bondage hood with no eye or mouth holes and placed it over her head completely. Only two tubes attached through a seam entered her nostrils and allowed her to breath. Then Sill spent the next half hour covering Max's naked body from head to toe in black liquid latex. As it dried, it clung to Max and seemed to squeeze every square inch her already taut body. The sensation was like nothing she had ever experienced. Sill took great delight in hearing Max's muffled moans and groans as he alternately whipped her body and used his thumbs to cut off the oxygen from her air tubes. The intense sensations frightened and thrilled Max all at once. The danger seemed to turn her on even more than she already was, and each lash made her wetter and wetter.
Sill brought her to the edge, watching her body quiver and tense up. Just when he knew she was about to climax, he cut off her air and watched her squirm and moan. Her body shuddered, and Sill kept his thumbs on the air tubes, not knowing that Max could hold her breath for an exceptionally long time. As the seconds went by Max's orgasm lasted just as long, until finally she slumped and Sill released the air tubes. Her breasts heaved as she sucked in precious air. Sill smiled. It was incredible. Max was the best bondage slave he ever had the pleasure of sexually torturing.
16
Alec searched for the best clothes he could find in his wardrobe, showered, dressed and left his apartment in Jade's car. As headed to The Inferno, he wondered how much money he could get for the sleek sports car. He decided it would probably be a good idea to stop by the manufacturing plant to check on Jade. She was probably starving, so he picked up a sandwich and drink at one of the street stands.
He opened the door to the office, and was slightly surprised to find that Jade was gone. On the desk was a message scrawled in the dust:
YOU ARE DEAD.
It was about what he expected really. Alec shrugged and went back to the car. He ate the sandwich on the way to the club.
17
Max arrived at the apartment promptly at 9:00 p.m. for her last booking of the day. She had an hour or so until she was expected at The Inferno. The door opened and a man introduced himself as Brody. He looked Max over, and once he found her to his liking, Brody wasted no time, gripping Max by the wrist and yanking her inside the door with force. After slamming the door shut, Brody grabbed Max in a bear hug and began kissing her neck and grabbing her round ass through her tight slacks. He was gentle at first, but then he began fondling Max more vigorously as he became more aroused.
Suddenly Brody paused and slapped Max across the face. She gasped and looked back at him stunned. The agency had warned her that Brody enjoyed rough sex, and Max was more than ready. She smiled back as if he had just whispered something suggestively to her.
Brody liked her smile, and shoved her over to the nearest piece of furniture, a dining room table. He lifted her on top of it and pushed her roughly onto her back and began stripping her clothes off. After her panties were torn away, Brody took out his rock hard member and entered her with one single deep thrust. Max gasped as his cock filled her.
Charged with the intense desire, Brody began to hammer Max with piston thrusts of his hips, slamming his cock as deep and hard as possible, making Max squeal and whimper with ecstasy.
Max enjoyed the intense sex. She urged Brody on by locking her legs around his waist and pulling him toward her. When she told him how much she liked it, Brody slapped her again and informed her, "Damn right you like it, slut!"
Brody clenched his jaws and rammed Max even harder as the table trembled and scraped the floor with blunt force. He had both hands on her breasts now, filling his palms and squeezing them hard and tight as he pumped her with relentless thrusts between her quivering thighs.
When Brody was satisfied with reaming out Max's tight pussy, he pulled out without warning, and Max screamed out in surprise. Before she could respond, Brody flipped Max over onto her stomach. Wide-eyed and panting with baited breath, Max braced for what she realized would come next. She grunted and winced when she felt Brody enter her with a vicious thrust. Max gripped the edge of the table and held on for dear life as Brody began to ram her from behind. His hips slapped against her tight ass cheeks and Max screamed with ecstasy when Brody grabbed her hair and yanked her head back.
Max had never been taken so forcefully, and her body succumbed to the first of an intense series of climaxes. After an agonizing yet pleasurable length of time, Brody once again pulled out without warning. Max was disappointed for a moment, but she had little time to think as Brody yanked her off the table.
"On your knees, bitch," Brody hissed as he forced Max down into a kneeling position before him. His wet cock wavered in front of her face, and he forced it past her thick parting lips. Brody grabbed Max by the hair and pumped her mouth with his thick shaft. Minutes later, Max's cheeks were engorged as Brody unloaded his seed.
"Oh, Fuck yes!" Brody groaned as he closed his eyes and continued thrusting while Max moaned and slurped.
When he was finished, Brody pulled out and left Max on her knees while he strolled into the kitchen to grab a cold beer. Max wiped her lips and stood, peering at Brody with dark eyes.
"Go to the bedroom and spread your legs, slut," Brody called out to Max as he took a long swig from a bottle. "I'll be there in a second. I'm not finished railing your sweet ass yet."
"Are we really going to play rough this time?" Max asked demurely.
"Fuck yes," Brody smiled. He liked this one. She could really take it.
Max grinned at Brody and did as she was told. She walked to the bedroom, undressing completely as she went. Brody got an eyeful of her shapely body and the perfect wriggle of her ass as she walked down the hall. He couldn't believe he was getting hard again and quickly set his beer on the kitchen counter. Brody hurried to the bedroom and met Max, who was standing and waiting for him.
When Brody approached Max, he was met with a stunning shot to his stomach, then a backhand across his jaw. He stumbled backward and slammed against the wall. He reached up as Max approached and she promptly grabbed his wrist and flipped him across the room like a limp rag doll. Brody landed on the bed and rolled off onto the floor with a thump. Max reached down and swatted Brody's behind hard as she squatted over her stunned opponent.
"C'mon baby, I thought you wanted to play rough," Max purred in her sexiest voice.
"What the fuck-" Brody stuttered as Max lifted him effortlessly and slung him onto the bed. She pinned him down and straddled his waist. Brody was bewildered by her strength, and found his wrists pinned effortlessly above his head. Max reached between his legs and grabbed his cock. As he gathered his senses, Brody discovered to his amazement how much Max was arousing him.
As Max stroked his cock forcefully, Brody became fully erect. Then she quickly mounted him and began rolling her hips back and forth. Brody stared up at Max stunned as she began humping him faster and faster, her firm breasts bouncing. He ached to grab them but Max's grip was unbreakable. All Brody could do was groan and wince as Max gripped his cock with her tight walls and rode him for all she was worth.
Long minutes went by, and even after she brought Brody to intense orgasm, Max continued to pump him, milking every last drop of his load. After more non-stop humping, Brody begged Max to stop so his aching cock could recover. Only after Max brought her own sweating body to a screaming orgasm did she finally stop. When it is all said and done, Max climbed off Brody and headed for the door to get dressed and leave.
"Can I see you again tomorrow?" Brody asked meekly.
"I'll think about it," Max informed him. She grinned as she exited Brody's trashed bedroom. When she got back downstairs and mounted her Ninja, she made a call to the agency. The receptionist reminded Max about her appearance at The Inferno that evening.
18
Alec entered the Inferno club easily with the password provided by Jade. The entry fee was steep but Alec handed over a thick wad of cash without blinking. Once inside, his senses were bombarded with flashing lights and an eardrum shattering sound system. Thumping bass heavy beats and electronic Rave music boomed inside the cavernous club. The constant strobe and colored lights made it difficult to see at first, but Alec kept moving through the shoulder to shoulder crowd until he found a perch that overlooked most of the room. It was then that he could fully take in the atmosphere, which was decadent and dark. A virtual pleasure den obviously designed for the sole entertainment of men. The male customers were either dressed in all manner of garish costumes or in expensive suits. There were several Dominatrixes and Masters leading their submissive femme slaves around by collars and chains. Some in the crowd wore masks to hide their identities and soon Alec discovered why. In certain parts of the club, stages were set up, designed like cave or dungeon cells in which deviant sexual acts were performed for the crowd's entertainment. In one cave, a man dressed as a minotaur, compete with realistic bull head with horns, was ravishing an innocent looking young blonde with his huge cock while his hooded acolytes held her down and foot on an altar. She was either actually being raped by the centaur or she was a very convincing actress.
In another cell, an exotic-looking lesbian Dominatrix in full leather regalia was forcing a collared female submissive to drink milk from a dish among others things. She disciplined the petite redhead each time with a sharp crack of her whip. Each stage or cell contained men and women performing acts more carnal and unspeakable than the last. Alec's eyes were drawn to the high ceiling, where giant birdcages were hung. Inside each were scantily dressed women dancing erotically or pleasuring themselves. Some contained pairs of luscious lovelies in full lip lock and grinding their hips together. At least fifty other sensuous female entertainers were scattered around the room providing lap dances or even more intimate attention to the delighted customers. It all depended on how much cash they wanted to spend. Blondes, brunettes, redheads, of all size and nationality, there was something for each and every taste. However, as the first couple of hours went by, there was still no Max.
Suddenly a beautiful brunette with her glossy black hair pulled and styled into a perfect ball atop her head captured Alec's attention. She wore a strapless rubber dress, a thick multi-ringed stainless steel necklace and a nasty pair of platform shoes. She strolled past Alec nonchalantly and then looked back over her bare shoulder, where Alec noticed a tattoo of a small white rabbit. She gave Alec a "fuck me" smile. Alec couldn't help but grin back.
The brunette stopped and came back toward Alec. Without any self-consciousness, the girl put her hands on Alec's shoulders and rubbed her body up against his.
"Hello, my name is, DuJour."
"I'm Alec."
"I haven't seen you here before. Are you a newbie?"
"Yea, I guess I am," Alec replied.
"Why don't we find a nice little corner some place," DuJour purred. "You look like you could use some attention."
Alex smirked at the girl and told her, "Sorry, I blew my wad at the front door."
"Oh, that's a shame," DuJour said with a pout of her thick lips. "I would love to seen what it looked like for you to blow your wad on me."
"Maybe some other time," Alec said, looking around the room for any sign of Max.
DuJour was not used to being brushed off, and immediately sensed a new challenge. "Tell, you what, Alec. I'm feeling real generous tonight. And since you're a newbie and all, I'd like to give you a special treat, on the house."
Alec was amused by the girl's persistence. "Now why would you want to do that?"
"Because, I want to make sure the next time you come back, you spend all your money on me," DuJour purred. Then she reached between his legs and massaged his groin. "And also because you look so fucking hot I could eat you whole."
Alec grinned and pondered the offer. Max or no Max, this girl was too fucking gorgeous to pass up. He told her, "Well, I certainly can't turn down an offer like that."
DuJour led him into the back rooms away from the loud music, where partitions were set up and furnished with plush red velvet couches. They slipped through the opaque black curtains and settled into one of the private areas. DuJour wasted no time, reaching for Alec's belt to unbuckle it and unzip his slacks. She brought out his erection and smiled at it, and then she looked at Alec and pursed her full glossy lips before she went down on him, jerking him up and down gently with her hand to stiffen his shaft while she used her lips and tongue to suckle the swelling head. Alec laid his head back and closed his eyes. This was bliss.
19
It was midnight in The Inferno, and the atmosphere was heating up with intensity. There was general sense of urgency in the crowd as the male customers readied themselves with what would be the highlight of the evening's entertainment. There was always something unique every week, and tonight would be the debut of a new performance. Bells began to toll as the electronic music died down. Funereal organ music began to fill the cavernous club, echoing loudly off the walls. Smoke from dry ice began to pour down from the main dome installed in the ceiling and the gigantic birdcages with the women disappeared up into the mist. A round platform in the middle of the room was cleared by a menacing group of cloaked figures. When the crowd was cleared, the thirteen figures took their places at points around the circle. A tall figure in a red velvet cloak and mask appeared from the floor holding a giant staff and took his place in the middle of the circle. He spoke in some undeterminable ancient language, and to some it seemed as if his words were being spoken backwards. He lifted his staff and slammed it down on the stage, which signaled the platform to rise up several feet off the ground.
Replacing the organ was a haunting symphony of stings and horns and a chorus of choir voices, playing like some apocalyptic classical set piece. All eyes went up to the ceiling as a figure began to descend from the "clouds." It was an angel dressed in a sheer white sleeveless Greek goddess-type dress cut short at mid thigh. Small, feathered wings were attached to her back, and she wore a thin satin ribbon headband, the same type that surrounded her waist and were used to lace up from her flat sandals to her shapely calves. She seemed to float down from the ceiling until her feet touched the stage. The wire and harness was removed and the angel finally stood erect before the tall, cloaked figure in the middle of the circle. He raised one arm and held up his hand, palm facing out and spoke his strange phrases.
The angel seemed frightened at first, and cowered before him, embracing herself with her own arms as her whole body shivered. More words were spoken, and the angel seemed to be responding to some command that turned her mind to his will. Slowly, she seemed to emerge from her timidity, and then her body ceased its tension and began to loosen little by little. The angel put her hands together above her head and began to dance before the cloaked figure. Slowly at first, but then more and more the angel seemed to overcome her shyness and moved ever more suggestively, slowly gyrating her svelte hips and upper body, rubbing her palms over her torso and down over stomach hips and thighs.
No one in the club could take their eyes off the angel as she swirled and danced gracefully, using her body as an erotic instrument while the cloaked figures watched intently. The angel seemed to derive some sort of pleasure from dancing before the figures, and she used her body to tease them. At her most climatic point, the tall figure pounded his staff yet again and the angel froze. She timidly turned to face the masked figure. He pointed a long finger at her and the angel shivered and she threw her head back and sighed if from some orgasmic reaction. Then he spoke more words and she dropped to her knees as if to worship before him. He nodded appreciatively, then raised his staff and began to walk in a full circle around the elevated stage. As he faced each of the thirteen figures, he pounded his staff and spoke some sort of incantation. Each figure then dropped their cloak to reveal a nude woman underneath. Their bodies were more perfectly formed than the last. All thirteen wore highly detailed furred or feathered masks fashioned in the design of an exotic animal or an erotic female devil with their bodies painted accordingly. Each of them had extended claws and long tails that undulated and whipped around realistically, as if they couldn't wait to be unleashed on the innocent prey.
With a final incantation, the man in the red velvet robe raised his voice louder and waved his staff over the angel. All at once, the thirteen were upon her, grasping her limbs and raising her up. She thrashed and struggled in their hands, and the scene had captured everyone's full attention. All except two.
Alec groaned loudly as he erupted in DuJour's wet succulent mouth. Her head was bobbing furiously up and down on his lap and she hummed sexily as she swallowed his cum. He had never experienced such a glorious blowjob from any of the women he had met at bars or nightclubs and he almost passed out from the intense sensation. After swallowing every last drop of Alec's load, DuJour raised her head and licked her lips, smiling at Alec as she tucked his cock inside his pants and zipped him up.
"You are simply delicious," DuJour smiled demurely. Then her eyes lit up as she recognized the change in music being played in the main part of the club. "Hey we're missing the show, come on!"
Alec was led by the hand out of the maze of back rooms into the main club hall, where there seemed to be some sort of performance on a raised stage. He watched with fascination as a coven of exotically masked women were performing some sort of ritualistic sexual orgy on a young woman dressed as an angel. It took him a few moments, but now his head was finally clear and he could see the face of the angel clearly now. It was Max.
Max closed her eyes and sighed with pleasure as she felt multiple hands and prehensile tails roam over her soft body. Soon, claws began to shred her thin angel costume, and her captors cruelly pulled her wings away. They were like dark minions symbolically deflowering an innocent and corrupting her for their lascivious purposes while the tall, cloaked figure looked on approvingly. A few of the coven crouched on their hands and knees, and Max was placed on their backs. Each took their turn kissing Max full on the mouth and inserting their tongues while others held her arms and legs apart. Her supple body arched upward and her breasts heaved as she gasped for air while the coven of exotic beasts suckled her nipples or tasted the wetness from her most intimate area. They continued in a mass of tongues and undulating flesh, feasting on the dark angel as she squealed and groaned with erotic delight. Just when they were bringing her to climax, the masked figure halted their orgy with a loud incantation.
The women all turned to their master while holding Max down before him. When he spoke again, they quickly lifted Max and brought her before the master. He lifted his hand in a commanding gesture and a pair of the women forced Max down onto her knees. She looked fearful once again, staring up at the dark masked figure. He set his staff on the stage and released it, and it stood magically on end. Then the master held his arms up. Two more of the women took a place on each side of him and parted the folds of his velvet cloak, revealing the master's huge engorged cock.
Max gasped when she saw the size of it, and she quivered with excitement when she realized what was to be expected of her. The women held her firmly as the master stepped forward. He seized Max by the hair with one heavily gloved hand and forced her onto his cock. Max took him hungrily, although she struggled at first to wrap her lips around the huge plum sized head. Then while his coven looked on with delight, the master began to thrust slowly back and forth, fucking Max's hot wet mouth.
The scene before him froze Alec. This was definitely not the same Max who had jumped on his case only days before for screwing around with more female Jam Pony employees. He was at a loss as to what to do next. He looked over at DuJour, who seemed completely enthralled and aroused by the scene on the stage. He started to move toward the stage, but he couldn't make his way through the mass of hypnotized onlookers. All he could do was watch helplessly as the cloaked figure finished pumping Max's mouth, and then ordered his coven to hold Max up with her legs spread so he could take and deflower the virginal angel.
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" Max screamed, throwing her head back and arching her torso as the master's cock filled her. The coven of devil women and female beasts hissed and giggled with delight as the angel was "raped" by their master. Each of them remembered when it was their first time and stared longingly as the master's cock plunged inside Max's pussy. Max quivered suddenly as her body erupted into what would be intense multiple orgasms. The master ravaged her pliant body as the crowd watched in awe and murmured their approval. Over the din, she could hear one voice and it caused a tear to fall from her eye as she struggled with some distant memory. Then there was a muffled roar in her ears as she climaxed one last time, and then her world faded to black. The last thing she heard was, "Max!"
"Max wake up!"
Alec looked down over the unconscious X-5. After the performance, he had managed to make his way backstage to find Max being attended to by one of the club's security men. When the manager warned him to get lost, Alec took him out with one crushing punch to the throat.
Max groaned and winced as Alec held her head in his lap, trying to wake her. Apparently, she had passed out from a combination of the smoke-filled club, the rush of excitement during her performance, her mind-numbing orgasm, and exhaustion after a strenuous few days of non-stop decadent sex. She opened her eyes sleepily and it took a few moments for her to focus on the face looking down at her.
"Who are you?" she moaned.
"Alec."
"Where am I?"
"The Inferno," Alec informed her. "Max. Do you know who I am?"
"No."
"We have to leave."
"Where?"
"To a safe place."
"No. I work here."
"Not any more."
"No," Max groaned. "You don't understand. I can't leave. I don't want to leave."
"Max, you're not in your right mind," Alec said. "You're an X-5. A soldier. Do you remember anything? Logan? Jam Pony? Manticore?"
Max tensed up at the last word, but she didn't know why.
"Look, you just have to trust me right now. We're leaving. Can you walk?"
"I think so, but..."
There was no more time to waste. Alec could hear someone calling in the security guard's headset. He lifted Max and helped her put on a silk robe. Then he placed one arm around her waist led her out of the dressing room and down a corridor to an exit door. The door opened into a side alley and Alec headed in the direction of the street where he had parked Jade's car. He helped the dazed Max into the passenger's seat and then ran around to climb into the driver's seat. He started the car and sped off down the street in the direction of Logan Cale's apartment building.
Alec tensed up when he suddenly felt the edge of a cold blade against his throat. His eyes flashed to the movement in his rear view mirror, and his eyes were met by the cold stare of Jade.
"Hello, pretty boy, remember me?"
Alec said nothing. He glanced over at Max, who seemed to be struggling to gather her senses.
"I want you to drive to the place where you left me," Jade instructed Alec.
Alec knew Jade would not hesitate to slice his throat open. With no choice but to do as he was told, he made a detour toward the piers. Within view of Max, but out of view of Jade, he used his free hand to perform a series of hand signals taught to him as an X-5 during his training at Manticore. Max's eyebrows furrowed with confusion at the hand signals. She could understand what they meant, but it was as if they were meant for someone else. One gesture told her clearly, ENEMY. Once at the warehouse, Jade forced Alec to put on the metal bar handcuffs that she had first used on Max. Then she ordered Alec out of her car. Alec hesitated, but finally stepped out of the car. Jade told him where to stand and followed behind him. Without warning, she leaped up and performed a perfect spin kick, screaming as her boot struck Alec at the side of his head. With his hands trapped behind him, he fell off balance to the ground. Jade was on him quickly, kicking repeatedly, not even letting Alec have a chance to get up. He barely got to his knees when she kicked him flush in the face. Then she brought a flying knee down onto his spine. With his nose and mouth spraying rivulets of crimson, he fell onto his back with his legs sprawled apart. She wanted to make him scream, but all she got for her efforts were grunts of pain. Frustrated, she reared her foot back and landed a savage pointed toe kick to his groin. Alec rolled into an agonized fetal position and retched from the blinding pain.
Jade smiled with satisfaction, but she was far from over. She reached down and grabbed Alec by the collar of his jacket. Adrenaline pumped through her body, and she was easily able to drag him toward the trough of oily water where she had been tortured. With one heave, she lifted him up and dunked his entire torso into the black liquid and used her foot to hold him under.
"How do you like it pretty boy?" Jade sang happily. She held him under for endless minutes until Alec stopped his struggling. Then she lifted her foot to see if he would move. When he didn't, she smiled thinly and turned her attention toward Max, who was still in the car.
"Now I am going to see what is so special about this girl of yours, pretty boy," Jade murmured to herself. With little care for Max's dazed condition, Jade yanked her out by the wrist and slammed Max face first onto the shiny black hood of her car. Jade lifted Max's skimpy robe to reveal her smooth rounded ass cheeks and was turned on immediately. She quickly unzipped her pinstripe pants and brought out her thick strap on tool. She poised the tip at the entrance of Max's slit, and rammed it in entirely with one swift thrust. Jade held Max down with a firm grip on her slender neck. The brainwashed transgenic could only respond by becoming aroused yet again.
"UUUNNH! UUNNNH! UUNNNH!" Max grunted repeatedly as Jade pounded away from the rear. She winced with each vigorous stroke. Suddenly a large window crashed part and a huge figure flew in with the shards of glass. Jade gasped and pulled out when she saw the strange creature now stalking toward her, growling with menace. Max looked over, stunned by the sight as well, but a familiar sensation came over her like déjà vu. She murmured a named under breath, "Joshua?"
Joshua was angry with the black-haired woman who was hurting Max. He roared his disapproval with frightening intensity, and Jade suddenly fell to her knees and cowered before him just as Joshua neared her. The wolf-like transgenic uttered a throaty growl as he hunched down face to face with Jade. Tears began to pour from Jade's eyes.
"Please!" Jade whimpered and begged. "Do not hurt me."
Joshua, whose sharp fangs were bared, slowly seemed to calm down. He leaned close to Jade, who ducked her head and winced. Joshua only sniffed her head twice, and then turned and walked away to help Max.
When Jade sensed him leaving, she slowly raised her head, and stared with flaming eyes at back of the hulking transgenic. Anger enflamed her very being and a sneer of hate formed on her lips. She reached into her jacket and brought her wicked knife. The she rose silently and stalked toward Joshua like a silent assassin.
"Joshua, look out!" screamed Max with some deeply embedded instinct when she saw Jade approaching Joshua from behind. Joshua spun around, and already the blade was coming at his throat. From nowhere a flying foot snapped Jade's wrist away and the knife went flying. When Alec landed, he squatted and brought one leg around in a whipping motion to sweep Jade off her feet. She landed squarely on her neck and head, and the force snapped the base of her skull with a dull crunch. The rest of her body dropped, dead before it even touched the floor.
"Alec!" Joshua exclaimed with excitement and shock. "You save Joshua!"
"No problem, big guy," Alec said with his usual cavalier manner, despite the fact he was still gasping for air from holding his breath so long. At times like this, he was grateful for Manticore training. "Now get me out of these."
Joshua looked at the handcuffs in puzzlement at first, then simply seized the bracelets and snapped them apart with his intense strength.
"How did you know we were here?" Alec asked.
"Joshua worried about Max. Not come visit Joshua in days. Go see Logan to ask about Max. Said you were at club to find her. I go there and wait. When Joshua sees you leave with Max, I follow you. Had to run fast because of car. I lost you, but nose didn't. Good thing Joshua come, right Alec?"
"Yea, that's a very good thing," Alec said, sopping the blood from his nose and mouth.
Then Alec and Joshua both turned their attention to Max. She was staring at the both of them with a confused look on her face. Max passed out, and Joshua rushed to catch Max gently in his arms before she fell to the floor.
20
Max slowly opened her eyes. She winced when she attempted to rise. Her body was sore from head to toe. When the dizziness faded, she was able to see that she was in Logan Cale's apartment.
"Hey, Boo,"
Max turned her head to see Original Cindy looking over her from a nearby chair.
"Hey," Max said sleepily. "What am I doing here?"
Joshua entered the room excitedly when he heard voices. "Max! You're awake!"
Max was still disoriented. "Joshua, what are you doing here?"
"Joshua here to make sure Max is A-okay!"
Then Alec and Logan entered the room. Max noticed Alec's face was puffy and bruised.
"What happened to you?"
Alec shook his head. "You don't want to know."
"How long have I been out?" Max asked as she sat up. Cindy sat next to Max and comforted her.
"Couple of days," Logan answered. "How're you feeling?
"Like I've been run over by a truck," Max groaned.
"That'll pass," Logan assured her.
Max's eyes lit up as memories began to flood her mind. Cindy was in trouble. An Asian girl was holding her hostage. A French woman named Corinth. There was a Manticore machine. "What happened to me? The last thing I remember..."
"You were kidnapped and brainwashed," Logan said.
"Who did this?"
"Someone who used to work for Manticore," Alec explained. "Her name was Corinth. Until recently, she was working for a man named Anderson Kurtz."
There was something dark in the way Alec was talking about the woman. "You keep saying, "was"."
"She's dead now," Alec said. "The girl who first kidnapped you, Jade, when I tracked her down to find you, she told me all about this woman. She lived in some private house up the mountains. I took you there and had her deprogram you. She was very reluctant but I convinced her. Then when she was done, I set some C-4 and a timer on the machine and we left. For some reason Corinth didn't want to leave. She said without the machine, she might as well be dead. She ran back inside and the house went up with her inside it."
"Why did they do this to me?" Max asked.
There was an uncomfortable silence and tension in the room. Alec, Logan and Cindy all looked at each other, all hesitant to answer Max's question. Finally Alec spoke up. "There was this private nightclub...for men..."
Max closed her eyes and moaned, "Oh, God, don't say anymore. I don't want to know."
Cindy spoke up, "Kendra told me Walter and his blue boys went in and tore up the place."
"Eyes Only is about to go online to expose this Kurtz. Apparently he's pretty influential."
Max looked around at all her friends. She was grateful for everything they had done.
"You gonna be all right, Boo," Original Cindy said. "You just need to take it easy fo' awhile.'
"Right," Max nodded, trying to be brave.
"Yeah, by this time next week, we'll all be back at Jam Pony, and you'll be busting my chops for screwing around with the working girls," Alec said.
Max smirked at him and said, "Not with that face you're not."
"See, you're already getting back to normal," Alec smiled. "Look, I've gotta run and take care of some business. I'll see you around Max."
Alec headed for the door, and Max called out, "Alec."
Alec turned and Max told him, "There's a line in an old movie I heard once, something like, "Be careful, you're in danger of becoming a decent guy."
"Later, Max," Alec said as smiled and shook his head. Then he left the apartment.
Once he was gone, Max looked at the others as tears brimmed in her eyes. She could barely get the word out she wanted to say. "Thanks."
At Jam Pony Express, it was business as usual. Normal was verbally abusing the employees, and the delivery crew were coming and going at their usual pace. Some were in the break area, watching television, when a familiar image popped onto the screen. A pair of eyes between a top and bottom strip with the words "EYES ONLY" superimposed in large letters. Many of the workers sat up at attention to listen.
"EYES ONLY: Do not attempt to adjust your set. This is a Streaming Freedom Video bulletin. The cable hack will last exactly 60 seconds. It cannot be traced, it cannot be stopped and it is the only free voice left in the city. Anderson Kurtz, once a respected oilman from Texas, has changed careers and now resides here in Seattle, plying his new trade as the Northwest's largest peddler of female flesh, exploiting hundreds if not thousands of young female victims. He also owns an escort service whose clients are some of this state's most influential businessmen and politicians. If law enforcement does not see fit to do something to stop Kurtz, Eyes only has no choice but to release the client list of this escort service. This has been a Streaming Freedom Video Bulletin via the Eyes Only Informant Net.
Peace. Out."
THE END