Message-ID: <44012asstr$1061295006@assm.asstr-mirror.org> Return-Path: X-Original-Message-ID: <20030819024128.91777.qmail@web10002.mail.yahoo.com> From: Dark Paladin MIME-Version: 1.0 X-ASSTR-Original-Date: Mon, 18 Aug 2003 19:41:28 -0700 (PDT) Subject: {ASSM} The Feel - Revised Chapter V (mf, mF, mc, preg) Date: Tue, 19 Aug 2003 08:10:06 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: hecate, dennyw The Feel By: Dark Paladin Chapter V Orchid was not having a good day. Then again, Orchid seemed to live in a perpetual array of bad days. Part of it was her job - which was working for a subsection of a secret branch of the United States Military which was called the "Financial Research Facility". Which was a joke - it was made out to be the most boring section of the US military system, hiring a team of accountants and bean counters to run around and make sure that every $500 unbreakable toilet seat that were used in long range airplanes (made unbreakable with the theory that if the bathroom was ever hit by a missile, the toilet better damn well not shatter and leave shards of plastic in some patriotic pilot's ass) were fully accounted for. The truth was that only a small part of the budget was appropriated to this task - a fact that the bean counters well knew, but also knew that if they ever squealed, they'd find themselves out of a job, discredited by a group of other even more boring bean counters, and probably dead of some strange "accident" 24 hours later (with their family members piled up next to them). It's not that the US Military is inherently evil - they just get very testy about people releasing details on super-secret stuff. Which is what Orchid's job really dealt with. Not that her real name was Orchid - it was some stupid code name invented by some stupid ass guy who thought a flowery name for one of their top assassins sounded all cool and shit. She didn't know who thought up the name - probably a good thing, as whoever had thought it up might find themselves dead - it would take a little bit of time, most of it painful, but dead they would be at the end. This was the real center of Orchid's perpetual bad mood. She hated her job. She hated the stupid rules she had to follow, like "Don't kill people just because they cut you off on the freeway", or "No, you can't assassinate Saddam Hussein and make a better place", or "No, you can't assassinate Carrot Top and make the world a better place". What good was being quite possibly the world's best assassin if you couldn't use it to make the world a better place? Instead, Orchid was stuck with low life scum - major drug dealers, weapons dealers who were trying to sell high radiation plutonium to places with more Arabic names than a 7-11 employee roster, the occasional would-be presidential blackmailer (these were her favorite - usually some girl who took it up the ass 40 years ago by some guy she never suspected would become president, then wanted to rat the guy out once he was in power). So when she walked into the Statistical Research Facility building (known as "The Stain" by the employees since they never replaced the carpets - a bean-counter money counting trick), she expected another boring ass job in some boring ass Motel 6 somewhere in some pit of the nation. Just once she'd like a job that took her to Hawaii. Someplace where she could make her white skin at least off-white. She turned the corner - and saw at least one thing that made this job worth it at times. Other than not being dead herself, of course. (One of the job "features" that she learned about later on. No wonder the job had such a low turnover rate.) It was Samantha. Samantha was still fairly new, and so was still pretty fun to play with. She looked up when Orchid had finished the last checkpoint (a total of 6 to make it this far - an iris scan, palm scan, fingerprint scan, DNA scan, voice scan, and having to repeat the words "Fuck you, assholes" which was the password she made up for herself 30 days ago when she had to change passwords again. For the 5th time in 6 months. Damned IT staff geeks). "Good afternoon, Agent Orchid," Samantha said, her smile frozen on her face. She was a pretty thing - taller than Orchid, willowy thin with a nice sized rack, almond shaped eyes, and long, midnight black hair, and a tiny little ass that made Orchid wish she had a cock to rape it with. She didn't work out, and had a softness of body that Orchid loved. "The Chairman will be with you shortly - I'll ring him." "Thank you, Sam," Orchid said. Her smile was genuine. She liked seeing Samantha. "Feel free to take your time." Samantha's smile didn't really change, but she tried to be pleasant. Orchid felt like she had some idea what was going on inside her head. The fear, the wondering if this time it was going to happen again - Orchid could almost smell it on the girl's mocha skin. "Chairman," Samantha said into her intercom. "Agent Orchid is here." "Wait 30 minutes," came back the voice on the other end. "I'll call when I'm ready." "Yes, sir," Samantha said. She glanced at Orchid, who was sitting in one of the comfortable leather chairs. These weren't just simple office chairs - these were full blown, sink-on-down-and-sleep chairs that reclined to nearly a full horizontal position. He had ordered these chairs especially for Orchid - especially after the time she had come into his office sporting a gut shot to deliver her report. Orchid was a stickler for fulfilling her missions, and The Chairman rewarded her for this dedication. "I guess we have a wait," Orchid said. A smile played over her lips as she watched the pretty girl twitch a little. "Well, don't mind me. Why don't you just get back to work. I'll just relax here." She leaned back in the chair, fixing her eyes on Samantha. Samantha's smile slipped just a little. Then she turned to her computer and started typing away, trying as hard as she could to ignore Orchid's stare. Orchid didn't seem to blink. Didn't seem to move. She just kept her eyes on Samantha, her gaze never wavering. After a minute, Samantha's fingers staccato keyboard clicking slowed, became sporadic as she looked at Orchid. Orchid didn't move, just kept staring at Samantha. Samantha looked back at her work, straightening in her chair a little. A minute later she looked at Orchid again, shifting in her seat. Her typing resumed, slowed, resumed, slowed again. Samantha's fingers started adjusting her blouse, lifting it away from her chest to let some air in. A small bead of perspiration clustered on her forehead as she shifted again. Orchid suddenly rose from her seat so quickly Samantha gave a start. Orchid sat on the edge of her desk, letting her skirt rise up her legs a little. She leaned forward, hovering over the girl. "So how have you been, Sam?" Orchid said. She leaned a little further over the girl, enjoying her nervousness. "It's been weeks since we've seen each other." Her skirt rose another inch higher. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and a long expanse of white thigh was revealed. Samantha's eyes flickered to Orchid's thigh, then back into the liquid, hypnotic eyes. "Um, fine, Agent Orchid- " she stammered. Orchid put a long finger on the girl's lips, feeling the slick lipstick on them. "Now, Sam, didn't I tell you just to call me Orchid?" The finger traced the delicate jaw, barely touching the skin of her throat. "After all, we've already shared so much together." The wandering hand moved down the throat, stroking the skin. Samantha started to pull back, but Orchid captured a bit of skin, holding her in place. She brought up her other hand, stroking her arm. She could feel goose bumps on the silky skin, and it made her smile. Samantha was trembling. "Orchid - I - I'm sorry, I know we have - " "Have what?" Orchid asked. She brought both hands down, gripping the girl's nipples, squeezing tightly - not enough to cause pain, but enough to let her know she could cause pain if she wished it. "Made love right here in this office before?" She leaned in a little closer, her face inches from Samantha's. Her fingers traced the tiny breasts. She usually preferred larger breasts - more like her own, to be honest, but she enjoyed Samantha's reluctance far more. "Orchid, please - I've told you before, I - I'm not a les-lesbian." Samantha's breath was sweet - someday Orchid might ask her what toothpaste she used. She might buy a tube just as a momento. It was coming out a little faster as Orchid milked the tiny nipples through the blouse. Samantha's legs were shifting, nylon whispering as they moved. "Oh, really?" Orchid said, leaning forward. Her lips brushed against Samantha's jaw as her hands worked the breasts. She loved the feel of them, the nubs nice and hard now. She could smell the faint odor of arousal, and knew it wasn't her own. "I thought you'd be over that hang up by now." Her tongue traced a path to Samantha's ear. She loved the taste of the girl's skin, felt Sam's hot breath against her ear. Orchid swung her legs over the desk, placing Samantha between them as she continued to molest her. "I - I don't like girls that way," Samantha protested. Orchid pulled back, grinning wickedly at her target. "Really?" She said. She saw Samantha's confused eyes, the fear behind them, unable to understand what was happening to her. "Hm - so you won't like this?" She leaned forward, pressing her lips against Samantha's. The soft petals parted for her. Samantha's loan moan vibrated against Orchid's tongue as the organs touched, saliva mingling. Samantha's pelvis rocked over so slightly as she kissed Orchid back. Orchid planted kissing along Samantha's throat. "No - I don't like girls, please-" Orchid could taste the salt of tears on her skin. She wondered if Sam had some major religious hang up or something - this was the fourth time, and while this was the fastest Orchid had moved, it was still the same reaction. Major guilty head case here. She unbuttoned Samantha's blouse, reaching inside to feel her bra. She suddenly grabbed Samantha's nipples. this time hurting her. "What's this?" Orchid hissed. She pulled on the nipples, making Samantha cry out in pain. "What's this I feel?" She slowly twisted the nipples a quarter turn. Samantha's pelvis rocked hard, once - then halted, confused signals from her psyche twisting the poor girl's head. "What did I tell you about wearing bras when I come in?" Orchid asked. Her voice was cold as steel. She twisted the nipples a little further. "Well?" "Not to wear them," Samantha said quickly. Orchid shook her head. "Sam, I am so disappointed as you." She did not release the nipples, looking thoughtful. "I give you one simple instruction, and you can't do that." She shook her head, tsking at the girl. "So what are we going to do?" "I - I don't know," Samantha gasped. The pain had to be terrible - but at least she wasn't crying anymore. Orchid suddenly let of Samantha's tits. First there was a gasp of relief - then a sharp intake of pain as blood surged into the tips. Orchid didn't give her time to adjust. She pulled up her skirt, pulling Samantha's face into her nearly hairless crotch. She could imagine what Samantha saw - the puffy, oily lips glistening at her, the smell of aroused woman right in her nostrils. "Noooo," Samantha moaned as Orchid pulled her head right into her crotch. She struggled slightly, but she was no match for Orchid's strength. One of the benefits of working out. "Do it," Orchid hissed, grinding her pussy into Sam's nose. "Do it, and I'll take care of you." Samantha wiggled another moment, then paused. Orchid heard a sniffle - then felt a tongue on her cunt, barely stroking the lips. Orchid moved Samantha's head a little, and the tongue started working on the right areas. It was hardly an expert pussy licking - but the obvious inexperience and reluctance made every touch send sparks of pleasure up Orchid's belly. She moved Samantha's head up, down, a little to the left - ah, there, yes - that was it. Samantha must have sensed the ordeal was ending, because she picked up the pace. Orchid finally let go of Samantha's head, pulling her own nipples as Samantha's tongue finally brought her the release she needed. "Ah - ah- ahahahahahahaaaa," Orchid gasped. It wasn't a big orgasm - but it was still a nice one. As soon as it was over, she grabbed Samantha's head again. Samantha knew what was coming, but couldn't stop it by now as Orchid kissed her, tasting herself on Samantha's lips. She reached down, unzipping Samantha's skirt as she pulled the girl into a standing position, their lips still locked together. Samantha's pelvis moved about, not to hinder Orchid, but in response to unwanted feelings surging through her. In a moment, the skirt was down, the nylons around her ankles, and she was being eased onto her back. Orchid pulled down Samantha's bra straps, nipping the erect nipples. Samantha lay back, hands seizing the carpet as Orchid moved down her body. Samantha didn't have a hairy pussy - something Orchid appreciated, as she hated pulling pubic hair from her tongue. It was light, rimmed around the lips. Orchid pressed her naked pussy lips against Samantha's, locking their crotches together. She humped her cunt against the other girl's, rubbing lips against lips, feeling one of them pressing against her clit, her own lips rolling over Samantha's. Samantha was humping back, gripping the carpet as she cried and humped and cried. Orchid was far from another orgasm, but it still felt soooo nice. This was her therapy. Some shrink once told her she needed an outlet for all the shit she put up with on the job. This was it. Feeling this naive woman giving into her, feeling her legs tense with pleasure, unable to understand why she felt pangs of lust ripple through her body as Orchid walked into the room, never understanding that was what made Orchid the most effective assassin the group had - her power to inspire emotions with her mind. She knew that someday, she would come here, and Samantha would be broken. Orchid would sit in the leather chair while Samantha stripped bare, pressed her breasts willingly into Orchid's, rubbed their pussy lips together until Orchid wished she had a cock to violate the girl with to make her degregation complete (fuck Freud and his penis envy, but it was true). On that day, Orchid would get Samantha transferred, and start the process all over again with another girl. It wasn't the sex - that wasn't the pleasure. It was the challenge, breaking down the walls, the inhibitions, using her power in a way she was sure God would never approve of. But hey - we all have to have a hobby.
The Chairman was sitting at his desk. He looked up as she walked in. She knew better than to screw with his mind. She tried it. Once. Almost got a 9mm planted in her skull. The two of them understood the only reason why he missed by an inch - it was a warning. The only one she would ever get. The Chairman was pushing 60, an old man who was still fit. He had been a commando or Rambo or some shit way back when, then put himself into this division of the military because he was smart enough to know he didn't want to be sneaking around a piss filled trench in a battle, but the guy killing the enemy's commander-in-chief. Odds of living were better that way. She didn't know his real name, and there were enough stories about him to fill a whole library of Tom Clancy novels. She figured about 99% of it was stuff people had just made up. All she knew is he had discovered her after she killed her foster father with a kitchen knife. She didn't wield it - she had made the child raping bastard so depressed he put the knife to his own throat before he could rip Orchid's cherry. She had been sloppy back then - the son of a bitch didn't have a reason to kill himself, no depression, well known figure, blah, blah, blah - and The Chairman had heard about it, researched it himself, and brought Orchid into the family and had her trained. He also personally picked out his secretaries. Orchid sometimes wondered if he had a video camera out there to watch the proceedings. If he did, she didn't give a shit - probably blackmail material he used to keep his secretaries' pretty mouths shut. He placed a set of files on his desk for her. "Here's the situation." The Chairman didn't stand for small talk. Orchid liked that about him. No bullshit - just 'Here's the job, go do it, don't come back until you do.' "Scientist makes this virus. He gets this big ass attack of conscious, goes on about how it could alter humanity forever, and rather than use the proper channels, he takes off with all the prototypes. We're pretty sure he destroyed most of them - found some ashes in his oven with trace DNA, baked beyond use, but we're 99% sure he got one vial out. Probably thought he could take it to the press. "He was neutralized - but the agent didn't retrieve the last sample. It's still out there, and we have some ideas as to where it might be." Orchid flipped through the file. At least the city wasn't too bad - no hick town or any crap like that, decent sized, she shouldn't have too much of a problem blending in. She looked at the information. "Some guy dies of a heart attack, and you think the kid's involved? You don't know for sure?" "No." The Chairman didn't mince words either. "Could just be a fluke. But we need someone who can get in, find out if this guy shows any of the symptoms detailed in the report, and if he does, eliminate him and possibly anybody he's infected. If not, leave the kid alone to enjoy his jerking off time." Orchid frowned. "So why the fuck call me? I'm no detective." "Kid's a high school student. You are called in for reasons I think you'll find obvious. And, if he is trouble, you're probably the only person who could handle him." "Hmph." Orchid knew about the "obvious reasons". Half a dozen agents could fit into a high school without attracting attention. Another half dozen could probably take out the kid - even if all the shit this virus was suppose to do worked. Not too many could do both. Orchid was one of them, whether she liked it or not. The Chairman knew that. He trusted her with this assignment. Orchid almost felt a flush of pride knowing the old man trusted her that much. She didn't have any kind of father feelings for the guy - but she respected him. She might hate her job for all the bullshit it put her through, but it was probably better than whatever gutter life she had originally been headed for. "I leave today?" "Tomorrow," the Chairman said. "Give yourself time to pack, pick out the right clothes, whatever. Standard expense account and procedures." He nodded once, signalling the interview was over. Orchid took the hint. She picked up the file, nodded back at him, and left the office. Samantha was sitting at her desk, looking a little more disheveled than when Orchid had come inside. She leaned over Samantha's shoulder, kissing her on the cheek. "See you next time, Sam." The girl gave her a sickly, guilty smile. God, but she hated this job. But the benefits made up for it.
A thousand miles away, Steve sat at his desk at home, flipping through his textbook, not really reading it. He sneezed suddenly, once, twice, three times. He grabbed a tissue, blowing his nose before tossing it into the garbage. "Hm," he muttered. "Somebody must be talking about me." The phone rang a second later. He heard his mother moving around downstairs, then her voice called up. "Steve! It's for you!" Steve picked up the line in his room - a novelty since his father died. He felt a split second guilt over the thought before he pushed it back down. "Got it, Mom!" He yelled back. He waited until he heard the click, then said, "Hello?" "Steve? It's Nicole." Steve knew that the second he heard her voice. Another pang of guilt hit him in the gut. He wondered how long it would be until he got an ulcer. "Look, I've got to see you tomorrow - can you come over to my house?" His system was obviously confused, as he felt his cock stirring in hopeful anticipation, remembering the feel of her tight, tiny virgin cunt squeezing it, and his chest echoing his stomach's pang of renewed guilt. "Um, sure," Steve said. "Morning, afternoon -" "Noon's good - my parent's will be out of town for the weekend," Nicole told him. His cock lurched a little bit more at the idea of being alone with the busty blond. "Ok - I'll be there." "Great," Nicole chirped. "Amanda and I have a lot to talk to you about. See you then! Bye!" The phone clicked as she hung up. Steve's whole body went cold as he heard the dial tone, his cock turning from stone to snake in an instant. He hung up the phone, staring at it like it was the fault of all his problems. Two women. One house. He had slept with both of them. They were going to cut off his balls and hand them to him. He rubbed his face, sighing heavily. Steve was not having a good day. __________________________________ Do you Yahoo!? Yahoo! SiteBuilder - Free, easy-to-use web site design software http://sitebuilder.yahoo.com -- Pursuant to the Berne Convention, this work is copyright with all rights reserved by its author unless explicitly indicated. +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ | alt.sex.stories.moderated ------ send stories to: | | FAQ: Moderators: | +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+ |ASSM Archive at Hosted by | |Discuss this story and others in alt.sex.stories.d; look for subject {ASSD}| +---------------------------------------------------------------------------+